#His middle name is Falco

[chongoblog]

Girl on date: “So your name is Falco Martinez? That’s kind of a hot name”

Falco, trying to gauge if telling her his middle name is “Mewtwo” would help or hurt his chances here: “Hahaha, so do you like video games?”

[seeingivy]

spiderman’s sweetheart 

spider!eren x f!reader 

you find yourself helping out your friendly neighborhood spiderman

content: spiderman au!, mentions of violence/blood/injury, a very corny spider gang, pieck + hange best girlfriends and aunts, they keep calling the female titan a pervert, the iconic spiderverse monologue at the end

an: based on a request I received from @cutiejg hope you like it sweetie pie!!!! ur request made me so excited I just had to write it now bc I LOVE LOVE LOVE SPIDERMAN 

-- 

Eren’s late. He’s late, he’s late, he’s late. 

His skateboards not moving him nearly fast enough and the stupid fucking school security stopping him every ten feet isn’t helping him either. And the cracks in the pavement slowing him down and the soreness from last night aren’t exactly boosters either. 

When he reaches the basketball courts, he sees you sitting there and feels his heart drop - black sunglasses perched on your face, your hair glowing in the sun, and your nose stuck in a book. As he walks up, he instantly recognizes the cover of the book you’re reading - The Heir to the Jedi - one of his favorite novels from when he was younger. 

He picks up his skateboard from the ground, running his hand through his hair one time before he clears his throat to get your attention. He watches intently as look up, giving him a smile as you yank your earbuds out of your ears. 

“Hi. I’m Eren. Eren Yeager. From the yearbook? We uh- went to elementary school together. And middle school. The same class too - with that hardass Mr. Levi? And uh-I’m sorry I’m late, I just got out of work.” 

Work. In his job as the cities most wanted vigilante, Spiderman. 

He’s cut off by the sound of you laughing, your nimble fingers pulling your sunglasses off the tip of your nose and pulling them up to hold your hair back. 

Fuck. This is infinitely harder when you’re making direct eye contact with him, glowing eyes peering into his. 

“I know who you are, Eren.” 

“You do?” 

“Of course, I do. How could I forget the guy who spilled orange juice all over Mr. Levi - the clean freak hardass himself’s - desk? 

Eren feels his cheeks burn, embarrassment coursing through his blood as he fumbles with the camera around his neck. Great. All you remember is the time he got yelled at and sent to the principal’s office in seventh grade for being clumsy. 

It’s not his fault he spilled the fucking orange juice. You just happened to look at him right at that second, pulling your face up from your textbook, to smile at him and his hands just started sweating and it just happened. 

“Right, uh- so you like Star Wars?” 

He watches you gather your belongings - a pale green waterbottle, your solid black backpack - covered in pins and ribbons as you both head down to the courts. One pin catches his eyes - the signature spider emblem right in the middle. The “I Stand with Spiderman” pins. 

A month after he started this whole Spiderman thing, the police chief called a task-force, aimed towards arresting the “spider vigilante” that was wrecking havoc. He almost got caught, backed up into a corner during one of his first fights, but the people in the city blocked him off, giving him enough time to get away. 

It was…a whole moment. The community, the people - they love Spiderman. So much that they started a whole movement to protect him, started by a group called “The Lions.” The names corny, but they’ve protected him more times than not so…he appreciates it. And that pin - it means you’re a part of it. 

Not only are you a part of a group that supports him, but you’re the class president of the school. And he’s the editor in chief of the yearbook. And in your presidential duties, you’ve tasked him with joining you at all your club progress meetings to take pictures of each club. It’s easier to do it together so you don’t take up that much time from each club - one meeting to get all the business sorted out. 

“Huh? Oh! Because of the book. Yeah, my little brother, Falco. Really into that stuff.” 

“Does he have a favorite character?” 

“Kylo Ren.” 

“I was Kylo Ren for Halloween. Armin, Jean, and Connie were the knights.” 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why the fuck did he just tell you that he was a nerdy fucking Star Wars character for Halloween? Did he seriously just admit that he has the same interests as your fucking eleven year old little brother? 

“That’s clever, since it sounds like your name and all. Eren - Ren. Falco and I went as Harry and Hermione.” 

“Ah. You should be Rey and Finn next year. Because you’re like….a ray?” 

He watches you turn over to look at him, eyes squinting in confusion. 

Because she’s a ray? Eren Yeager, literal fucking spider-human who can swing from literal buildings, and the best he can come up with is you’re a ray. He couldn’t even finish the sentence and say ray of sunshine? 

“If I’m a ray, than you’re a segment.” 

He laughs so hard, he snorts and it’s literally so fucking embarrassing he wants to crawl in a hole. 

Math joke. You made a math joke. Because if she’s a ray, a part of a line that has no fixed end point, then he’s a segment - a line with two distinct end points. 

Eren tries his best to concentrate, but your sweet honey voice and your soft flowery smell make it hard to pay attention. He snaps the pictures. He walks you to your car. He goes to sleep with a smile on his face. 

- 

from y/n l/n 

you: eren!!! the basketball pictures are so great. ty for all ur help :’) 

Armin, Connie, Jean, and Eren all hover their heads over the phone - lying flat on his bed spread - trying their best to write out the best response. 

This is serious. Eren’s had a crush on you since the fourth grade. And this is his chance. 

“You should tell her thank you. And that you want to get coffee with her.” 

Connie grabs Armin by the collar of his shirt, nearly strangling him in the process. 

“Are you fucking kidding, Armin? He might as well say he wants to have sex with her.” 

Eren can feel his cheeks heat up as Armin and Connie start arguing, half swatting each other on the face. Armin’s screaming into Connie’s ear, the both of them tangling on the floor now. 

“What the fuck are you on about, Connie? It’s coffee shop, not a fucking bar.” 

Eren webs the two of them off each other, giving them both a smack on the back of the head as they stop. 

“You can’t web us Eren. We’re your guys in the chair!” 

Originally, Eren had one guy in the chair. Armin. A bloody genius at all things science and technology - he couldn’t have designed his web slingers without him. Granted, he tried but they didn’t work as well. 

But then he had to tell Connie. Because Connie had an in at the fabric store, his best friend Sasha’s mom as the primary designer, and he desperately needed someone to design a suit so he could keep his identity a secret. So he told him. Because that’s the only way Sasha’s mom would agree. If her biological son basically begged her to make a suit. 

Connie’s a loudmouth. Who told Jean. Who isn’t entirely useless. Sure he’s got a pretty big fucking head, but his dad is also a cop - meaning Jean can steal their radio systems so Eren can respond to events faster than them. 

A spider gang. 

“You’re both some big fucking idiots, that’s what you are. Where the fuck were you raised, Connie? A barn?” 

Eren, Connie, and Armin immediately stop talking the second they hear the swishing sound fill the air, turning their heads to find Jean with the phone in his hands. He sent a message. 

Jean’s smirking at the three of them, shaking the phone in his hands. Eren immediately stalks over, his eyes boggling out of his fucking sockets when he reads the response. 

to y/n l/n 

eren: thanks bae! 

“Jean Kirstein. Count your fucking days.” 

He immediately webs Jean to the wall behind him, slapping across the face one time for good measure as well. 

“What gives? It’s sweet - calling back to the ray joke you told us about.” 

Jean yanks his hand off the drywall, placing the stray webs onto Eren’s bed spread. 

“The ray joke? Your dumbass literally responded with ‘thanks bae’”

Jean sits up, snatching the phone from Eren’s hands as he runs his eyes over the phone again. Jean’s face turns uncharacteristically pink, an apologetic look on his face. Eren tags him to the wall behind him, spiderwebs holding his wrists up properly to the drywall this time. 

“Touch my phone again and I’ll web you upside down from the Empire State Building next.” 

“It was autocorrect! I thought I typed ray.” 

Eren webs over Jean’s mouth to prevent him from talking any further. He plops on the floor, head in his hands. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This can’t get any more embarrassing. First he spills that orange juice in front of you and then calls you a ray and is late to meeting with you and now sends you this fucking horrifying text? 

You’re going to block him. You’re going to block him and Eren’s going to lose his chance with you. Eren is most definitely going to hang Jean upside down from the Empire State Building. 

His phone dings in the air and the three of them - Connie, Armin, and Eren - nearly drop the phone off the fucking bed trying to read the response. Jean’s voice is muffled against the web - sounding an awful lot like “if it’s a good response, you have to set me up with Mikasa”

from y/n l/n 

you: you’re welcome sweetheart :DDD 

Armin and Connie are fucking shaking Eren by the neck, the three of them screaming in the air. Jean’s still muffling against his web, begging to find out what you responded. 

Eren ignores that embarrassing heart skip in his chest. 

 - 

“Where is it guys?” 

Eren turns up his earpiece, swinging towards the end of the buildings. He could hear the crashing as he was walking back to his apartment, decking into the alley way to suit up. 

Armin - in all of his fucking genius - created matching earpieces for the four of them to use when Eren was on sight, everyone making sure a base was covered. Armin reported on the casualty, trying his best to think of ways to use the enemies weaknesses to Eren’s advantage. 

Connie watched the security cams Jean gave him access to, finding the best access route for Eren to get in and out of places. And Jean, in all his annoyingness, kept surveillance on the fucking cops trying to arrest him at every move. 

“Rose Middle School. Apparently, it’s like some fucking superhuman female titan and she’s giant. She’s wrecking through the parks right now.” 

“On it, Armin. Jean and Connie - keep me updated on where the cops are.” 

“Make sure a flaming car hits Mr. Levi.” 

“Shut the fuck up, Jean.” 

Eren turns his ear piece down, swinging into his old middle school as he surveys the problem. 

And Lord have mercy, she is fucking giant. A chiseled titan of pure muscle, striking blue eyes and blonde hair watching him swing through the air. She’s currently demolishing the PE equipment, which he imagines can’t be too bad, given it’s centuries old. 

Maybe they’ll finally replace the pickle ball equipment with a real sport - like basketball of volleyball. Eren webs her ankles and arms together first, knocking her down to the side. 

“Hey lady. Have you ever thought about like…putting clothes on? This feels weirdly inappropriate.” 

She only roars in response, breaking open the webs around her ankles as she reaches around for him in the air. Eren swings around her, basically flying through the air, as he tags her to the tree behind her. He taps into the ear piece, waiting for a response. 

“Best idea is to leave her there for now, Eren. There’s a kid around the block, make sure he’s okay before you try again.” 

“On it, Armin.” 

He swings around the block, to find one pale, blonde haired kid - a nose stuck in his book and headphones covering his ears. Did he not just see the hoard of kids running away? Or here that female titan just scream? 

He steps down, using his webs to yank the kids headphones off as he steps down in front of him. When the kid looks up, he realizes he has a puddle full of tears in his eyes, his cheeks brazen pink. 

“Hey kid.” 

He sniffles in response, pressing his hand against his nose. 

“Hi.” 

He crouches down, holding out his hand to shake. 

“I’m Spiderman. What’s your name?” 

“Falco.” 

“Nice to meet you, Falco. Want to get out of here before that creepy little weird lady comes back?” 

“Um, yeah. But my sister is supposed to come get me.” 

“Your sister, huh? Did she say where?” 

Stupid sister. Was she really planning on getting you from here? This sister couldn’t meet him at the Starbucks across the street?

“Right here. I’m waiting for her to show up so we can leave. She said to listen to music and read my jedi book so I don’t panic.” 

Jedi Book. Sister. Falco. You. Holy fucking god, this is your little brother. The one who likes the Kylo Ren. 

Right on cue, he can feel his spider sense tingling, with you running behind him - sneakers slapping against the concrete as you sprint. You nearly knock Spiderman over as you grab Falco by the face, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you run your eyes all over him. 

Your face is all scrunched up in panic and Eren can feel his senses heightened at the sight of you, this kid, and this creepy fucking titan lady a few feet away from you. You need to leave. Now. He needs you to leave because he can’t focus if you’re here. 

“You okay, Coco? Let’s go. Right now.” 

“Okay, okay.” 

But before you can, a large crashing sound knocks the three of you to the ground, the stupid female titan standing over the breadth of the elementary school, crystal blue eyes glaring down at the three of you. Spiderman webs up first, spinning around her as he calls out to her. 

“God, lady. You should really put some clothes on. You’re flashing entire titty to a kid right now.” 

All you can do is look up in shock, the titan’s crystal blue eyes staring into yours. Your hold on Falco is nearly deathlike and you shaking Falco’s arms as hard as you can to signal him to follow you. 

You begin to pull him but feel a tug when Falco doesn’t follow. He’s crying hard - tears pouring out of his eyes as he looks down at his feet. 

“I can’t move- I-I’m scared, Y/N.” 

You reach down, pressing your hands firm against his shoulders as you squeeze. 

“This isn’t the time to be scared, Falco. You’re okay. Spiderman’s right there and he’s dealing with-” 

You look up to find Spiderman, trapped in the palm of the titan’s hand, a broken device in his hand and one splayed on the floor, not a few feet away from you. You leave Falco where he’s standing, scrambling over to inspect it. 

It’s small and rectangular - blue and red splayed all over the intricate design work. In the tiniest of handwritings, there’s a small piece of text in the corner. 

property of the spider gang bitch 

Spider Gang? That’s so fucking corny. 

You hear Spiderman yelling out at you, refocusing to your vision to him, where he’s still trapped in her hand. 

“Mind giving me my webslinger back, sweetheart?” 

“Uh- yeah. I-” 

Before you can toss it up to him, the female titan stomps straight on to the concrete, knocking you and all the nearby outposts to the ground. Your ankle is immediately trapped under the mailbox to your right, the webslinger still in your hand. 

You try your best to yank your leg out from the metal, but you can feel your ankle burning - the pressure on your leg making your chest writhe in pain. Falco runs over, his hands in your hair as his hot tears start hitting your cheeks. 

“Hey. Hey hey hey. Falco, right?” 

You both angle your head up, looking at Spiderman talking to the two of you. The titan’s still got him crushed in her hand, but she’s distracted by the sound of the police cars coming up the block. Falco’s taken a few steps forward, towards the stupid alien mutant whatever the fuck titan she is. 

“You’re a strong kid, right?” 

“Not really. I didn’t pass my physical test last week.” 

“Not strong in that way, kid. Strong in the head, the heart.” 

“Um. I don’t know, Spiderman. I’m kind of lame when it comes to stuff like this.” 

Eren racks his head. He just needs his fucking webslinger back so he can get you guys out of here. And not get arrested. And not break every bone in his body from this death grip this naked lady has on him. And to make sure you’re okay. 

“Kylo Ren. He was pretty lame when he started out too right? He had to go to the special Jedi school with Luke and kind of learn everything from the start.” 

Eren sees Falco’s eyes light up, his tears lightly subsiding as he finally meets his eyes up to look at Eren. Bingo. 

“Yeah.” 

“And then he became really, really cool because he just tried it out right?” 

“Yeah and then he became evil and got the Knights of Ren.” 

“Okay, kid. Maybe ignore that part.” 

He sees Falco laugh, the female titan squeezing him harder in his grasp as she looks around, the police helicopters, right on fucking cue, starting to surround the three of you. 

“Okay, Falco. I need you to be strong. Like Kylo Ren, right now. Your sister, she’s got my webslinger in her hand. I need you to get it and then toss it to me. Can you do that?” 

Eren watches Falco nod, turning back to grab his precious, precious web slinger and toss it up to him. He misses the first time. And then the second time. But on the third time, he aims just right, the magnetic latch sliding in and Eren webbing this stupid titan bitch right in the fucking eyes. 

He swings down, lifting the metal mailbox from your legs as he lifts you into your arms, carrying you bridal style. He looks down at you - sweat coating your forehead and your eyes blinking closed. Falco’s at his side watching expectantly, his hand in his hair. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll get you to a hospital right away, okay?” 

He watches you nod in pain, crimson red blood running down the side of your leg. 

“Spiderman. Can I come too?” 

“Kid. That’s a stupid question. Climb on my back. We’ll take Y/N to the hospital, okay?” 

He swings away as the cops close in, the female titan encasing in steam as he swings away. He taps into his earpiece. 

“Someone watch what happens. See if she escapes through the steam somehow since she’ll definitely be back. And where’s the closest hospital?” 

“King Street, Eren. Pieck should be working.” 

“Got it, Armin. Thank you.” 

He swings as fast as he can, trying to ignore Falco’s death grip on his neck and your eyes fluttering closed as he swings into Pieck’s open window. 

A special edition to the Spider Gang (unofficially, of course) - Pieck is the best fucking asset in the world. A Nurse Practitioner he once saved from getting robbed, she’s now indebted to him entirely. And she’s also his Aunt Hange’s girlfriend - not that either of them know he’s Spiderman. 

Not that he would ever ask her for anything personal, he just brings injured civilians caught in his crossfire to her so he can avoid the whole - Are you Spiderman? Do the webs come out of your holes? Can you swing me to work later? 

He swings into her office, laying you flat on the gurney in the center of the room and setting Falco down on the couch nearby. 

As soon as he settles Falco into the chair, he feels his spider sense tingle and spreads his hand behind his neck, catching the syringe Pieck threw at him before it could hit him. He turns his back, smirking at Pieck through his mask. 

“Pieck-chan.” 

“I’m calling the police, SpiderFuck.” 

“Cmon. I saved your life, you know?” 

“That was one time. You’ve almost got me fired three times over.” 

“Cmon, cmon Pieck. This girl, I know her. Just help her out, yeah? She’s really sweet, y’know that?” 

He watches Pieck divert her eyes past him, focusing on you writhing on the gurney. She sighs as she smacks Eren on the side of the head, reaching forward to attend to your leg. 

“Get out of here, SpiderAss. They’ll be circling around the building any minute.” 

Eren runs up, tackling Pieck in a hug, before she can protest and swings out the window. 

-  

You haul your black boot up the door, knocking on the door. You can see “Zoe” inscribed into the little call box, ensuring that you did find the correct apartment from the directory. You can hear a loud rustling behind the door and the door swings open. You’re met with Hange, Eren’s aunt. 

“Hi. My name is Y/N. I attend Shiganshina High School. I’m a classmate of Eren’s, I was wondering if he was here.” 

“Pieck. Pieck! THERE’S A GIRL HERE TO SEE HIM.” 

Eren’s aunt drags you in by the wrists, taking the tin of brownies in your hand and setting it on the table, as they inspect you. Their eyes are glinting with excitement as they smile at you, teetering on their ankles as they talk. 

“Do you like Eren? Oh, isn’t he just so nerdy and sweet, I just love him. Do you love him?” 

A hand comes straight into Hange’s hair, yanking them back. You follow the line of vision, seeing that the hand belongs to Pieck. The nurse that Spiderman dropped you off to. Only more proof that you’re right. 

Pieck leans straight into Hange’s frame, rolling her eyes at Hange as she starts talking to you. 

“We were starting to worry about the kid. I thought he was impotent or something.” 

“Oh! Uh, no-” 

Hange leans over into your space, grabbing you by the shoulders. 

“How do you know he’s not impotent? Oh, you two better be having safe sex or I swear to god.” 

“No! Oh, no no, I swear it’s not-” 

Hange keeps rambling to themselves as they walk around the kitchen, yanking Pieck along with them. Pieck glances to your side, mouthing the words “he’s upstairs” as you shoot her a grateful smile and you start lugging your boot up the stairs. 

You knock on the door, voices muffled on the inside as you peak in. When you swing open the door, you find Connie, Eren, Jean, and Armin in a very strange position. The four of them are clearly playing Twister - Eren’s face near Jean’s ass and Connie’s hand right near Armin’s…dick. 

“Uh. Hi guys.” 

At the sound of your voice, they all quirk their heads towards you, so shocked at your presence that they all tumble on each other. You hear Hange screaming from the bottom of the stairs, her words making your cheeks turn red. 

“Eren Yeager. You better not be having sex with that girl in my house!” 

You watch Eren tangle out of the mess, rubbing the back of his neck as he screams back at Hange, slamming the door shut. He helps Armin and Jean up, before he turns back to you - his cheeks glowing pink. 

“Hi Eren.” 

“Hi Y/N. What are you doing here? Is your leg okay?” 

You hold out the card, embellished in your sparkly pink stationery and hold it out to him. You bought him a gift card - to Joe’s, the coffee shop near the highschool. You’d seen him bring a half empty cup to class a few times and figured it would be the best gift. 

You had to thank him. Because your leg put you out of commission for a week, you hadn’t been coming to school. And he sent you all the assignments (and the answer keys) while you were out. And made sure to tell all the clubs to keep their emails to themselves until you were back. And if you’re right, he’s the one who saved your life. 

“This is for you. Thank you - for the homework and the emails. It helped a lot.” 

You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, the skin soft and warm under your lips. Jean face plants on to the floor, Connie and Armin staring at you in shock. 

“Right. I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you guys. You’re Connie, Armin, and Jean?” 

They all nod, awkwardly shaking their heads as they plant on to Eren’s futon, Eren joining them on the seat. You sit right on Eren’s bed, the sheets Jurassic Park themed, as you face them. 

Here goes. 

“I know your secret.” 

“We know yours.” 

Eren smacks Jean across the back of his head, signaling him to shut up. 

“I thought about it. Really hard when I was in the hospital. You see, I really didn’t have much to do.” 

You lay back on Eren’s bed, pin pointing each of them and what you discovered by the line they’re sitting in. Jean first. 

“You know, one of the biggest mysteries about Spiderman is how he manages to get to casualties and robberies so fast. They’re usually reported through the police department, the intercoms only going through the radio.” 

The four of them are twitching at your words, after you casually drop the word Spiderman specifically, as you continue. 

“There was a radio that went missing a few weeks ago. Police Officer Kirstein lost the intercom on his way home from his shift. It was never recovered.” 

Jean turns red at the implication, his knees shaking as he drops his eyes. You’re right. You’re right, you’re right, you’re right. Connie next. 

“And you know, Spiderman has a very cool suit. Blue and red, specially stitched and special fabric clothes. I’ve thought long and hard about who could have designed it, but really there’s only one good designer in New York. Lisa Braus.” 

You turn your eyes to Connie, whose awkwardly looking around the walls, at anywhere but you. 

“Lisa Braus is Sasha Braus’s mother. You know, I’ve heard she can be coerced really easily, she really loves her daughter. I’m sure if you, Connie, gave Sasha say - a promise of a lifetime of free lunches from your parents restaurant - she could have given in and gotten her mom to make the costume. No questions asked.” 

Connie wrings his hand around his neck, groaning as he leans back into the futon. Armin’s hands are splayed right across his thighs, surely rubbing the sweat off on his slacks. 

“And the web-slingers. Ingenious design, really. There’s only one person who beat me out at the Tech-A-Thon in ninth grade. And it was you, Armin. They have your name written all over it - the design, the metrics. Though, you’re getting kind of sloppy. From the few seconds I looked at it, I think you can pack more webs if you lay them diagonally against the hardware instead of vertically.” 

You watch the gears move in Armin’s head as he thinks over your suggestion, turning to Eren to shrug. And then you look at Eren, leaning his elbows on his knees as he looks at you. 

“And you. You’re Spiderman. That day, when you saved me and Falco. You told him to be strong, like Kylo Ren. But you don’t know Falco like that. All you know is what I’ve told you And there’s no way Spiderman could have known that - unless you were Spiderman.” 

He leans over, his green eyes glaring into yours. 

“That’s all a coincidence, Y/N. Maybe you hit your head when you fell on that mailbox.” 

You falter for a second. You can’t be wrong. You can’t be wrong because you’re sure of it. You’ve thought it over for the past few days and he has to be. He has to be Spiderman. 

“How do you know it was a mailbox? Stop lying, Eren. I know it’s you.” 

“No, you don’t-” 

Eren stands up and you join him, getting closer to him as you keep talking, trying to convince him that you know. 

“You-you took me to Pieck when I got hurt. And while Pieck is just a nurse and anyone would do it, you took me to her specifically. Because you know she’ll fix it. Not just because she’s a nurse who cares about healing people but if she tries to rat you out - you can tell her you’re Spiderman. She’ll defend you like no other because you’re basically her pseudo-kid.” 

“You’re making things up, Y/N.”

“And the earpiece. You said “got it, Armin” when you were carrying me to the hospital. I’ve looked and looked. Armin Arlert is the only Armin in Brooklyn. It’s a pretty unique name. And I know if you’re Spiderman and he’s probably the first person you told. You’ve been best friends forever and-

“Y/N. Seriously-

“No, Eren. Because Spiderman called me sweetheart! And I called you sweetheart when you called me bae and you told Pieck that you knew me and that I was a sweet girl when you thought I couldn’t hear you.” 

You place your hands on his shoulders, boring your eyes into yours as he looks at you. 

“Eren. You’re Spiderman. And I would never, ever tell anyone.” 

You watch as he drops his gaze, muttering under his breath. 

“Got me all figured out, don’t you sweetheart?” 

Eren settles back down on the couch, as Connie, Jean, and Armin start their protests. 

“Eren, you can’t just go around telling people you’re fucking Spiderman.”

“You’re a vigilante. Do you know that? Her dad is the fucking police captain who wants your head on a stick.” 

“Spider Gang is already way too big as it is. Your identity will get revealed if you keep being an idiot.” 

You clear your throat, the four of them craning their heads to look at you. You look down awkwardly at your hands as you sit back down on Eren’s bed, rustling with your keys in your pocket. 

“You guys told me a secret. I can tell you one too.” 

Jean leans forward, rolling his eyes at you.

“He just admitted he was Spiderman, sweetheart. I don’t think anything compares to that.” 

Eren brings his hand down in Jean’s hair and yanks hard. 

“Don’t call her that.” 

You yank your keys out, fumbling with them in your hands openly. 

“You guys know about “I Stand With Spiderman”?” 

Connie rolls his eyes, glaring at you. 

“Obviously. Shit’s a fucking revolution at this point.” 

“I started it. The pins and the spray art and telling everyone.” 

You watch the four of them go slack jawed, for what feels like the tenth time today, staring you down. Armin speaks first this time, standing up to run his hand through his hair. 

“You-you’re the Lions?” 

“Yeah. It’s a stupid name, but-” 

Jean cuts you off, nearly strangling you as he shakes your entire frame in his hands. 

“That’s fucking impossible. Your dad is a bigger pig than mine and there’s no way in hell his fucking daughter is the one who started the thing that protects Eren every time he’s out there.” 

“That’s just the point, Jean. I got mad at my dad. So I started it. I think Spiderman’s the best thing that happened in the community and I knew that people agreed with me. So I did what I knew how to do. Spray paint. Pins. The people.” 

Eren stands up, yanking Jean off to grab your hands and lock his fingers with yours. 

“The Lions?” 

You clear your throat, explaining. 

“Harry and Hermione are Gryffindors. And Gryffindors are lions.” 

You can feel your cheeks turn pink - from Eren staring at you so close and holding your hands and Armin smiling at the two of you in your peripheral vision. You hold your keys up, dangling them between yours and Eren’s face, your shiny little Lego Harry Potter key chain making Eren’s eyes light up. 

Eren lets go of your hands and starts rummaging through his drawers, looking for something. He pulls out a small black string. Her reaches up to push your loose hairs behind your ears, stringing the piece through your ear. 

He taps on his own ear, speaking into the mic. His voice vibrates through your, a beaming smile on his face. 

“Y/N. Welcome to Spider Gang.” 

“That’s a really corny nickname, Eren. Could you really not come up with anything better?” you laugh, smiling at him.

“Says the girl who named a fucking revolution after Harry Potter.” Jean speaks up, glaring at you as he talks. 

“Jean. Shut the fuck up.” 

“Sorry, Eren.” 

 - 

Eren’s swinging through the buildings, clutching the side of his thigh as he retreats back to his apartment. 

Stupid fucking female titan. He’s been encountering her here and there - a total of six times now and he still has yet to understand what she’s doing. 

She appears out of nowhere, in locations that have no thread of connection - the elementary school, the coffee shop on the block near the bodega, the botanical garden all the way out of Brooklyn. 

He can’t figure it out. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t talk. No matter how many times he insults her for being a naked pervert, she still doesn’t break. 

When he makes it back to his apartment, swinging into his room through the open window, he finds his spider team…down. Armin and Connie are sprawled on the ground, hair all messy and tiredness pressed on their faces as they pore over the new web-slinger designs. Jean’s on the computer, six empty cans of redbull on his desk as he pores over the footage, trying to figure out how she escaped. 

And you. You’re sprawled on Eren’s dinosaur sheets, using the DNA samples he gave you as a pillow, lightly drooling onto the results. He reaches down, lifting your head gently as he places it back down onto a real pillow, as you mumble on in your sleep. 

“Is she okay, Armin?” 

“Ah. She might be taking her Spider Gang duties a little bit too seriously than the rest of us. That and she’s more busy - she’s still doing all of her class president and internship stuff on top of this.” 

He sees you move in your sleep, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand, as you focus in on your surroundings. The second you see Eren, the gash in his thigh, you jump up from the bed, scooting over to examine the gash. 

“Eren. Are you okay? You’re okay, right? Because I think I might be on to something and you can get her next time. I-I think she goes to our school or maybe-” 

Eren presses his hand to your knee as you take the seat next to him, leaning over to look at the gash. 

“Guys. Can I talk to her alone please? And get my dinner from Pieck, there’s no way I can hide this from her.” 

Armin, Connie, and Jean close the door behind him, leaving you to help Eren strip out of his suit. You’re trying your best to be gentle - pausing every time he hisses and groans in pain, lightly pulling the fabric out of the gash on his thigh. 

After it’s off, you reach for the kit Jean stole from Pieck’s room, cleaning and bandaging the wound. You try your best to not focus on the fact that Eren’s just wears his boxers under the suit and he’s just wearing his boxers right now in front of you. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi Eren.” 

“You know, you don’t have to take your Spider Gang duties so seriously. We’re all trying to figure out who she is and the bulk of it doesn’t have to fall on you.” 

“Spider Gang is a stupid name. And yes, I do. They barely spend any time thinking about it - with Jean trying to push back on all the initiatives they’re putting into stop you and Connie and Armin trying to perfect your tech so you can last longer.” 

“I last just fine. I just mean…you’re busy. Take a break, I don’t like seeing you guys all so worn out.” 

You push hard on the wound on accident, Eren groaning in pain. 

“Sorry. But we don’t like seeing you hurt Eren. You’re literally bleeding onto your futon right now and that’s not exactly a fun thing to see either.” 

He tilts his head down, his eyes in front of yours. 

“Worried about me, sweetheart?” 

You feel your cheeks burn, placing your hand in his hair to move his head out of the way. You start placing the bandages over the mark, smoothing them out with your hands. 

“Yes, Eren. Sue me. You’re fighting a crazy, perverted naked lady everyday. Arrest me if it’s so criminal to worry about you.” 

Eren laughs as he places one of his hands around your face, angling your face up so you look at him. You’re glaring at him, which Eren only returns a soft smile to. 

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m Spiderman.” 

“Yes. You’re Spiderman. Not God, Eren. You can get hurt. And you just did. And she’s crazy and-

Eren presses his hands around your waist, pulling you in his lap to sit on him. You’re careful not to rest your legs against his wound, your arms secured around his neck and his around your waist. 

“Y/N. Are you scared of her?” 

You can feel the tears burning in your eyes at the question, your heart dropping in your chest. 

“Horrified, Eren. She-she knocked that mailbox onto my leg and had you in her hand and I just-I thought she was going to crush you and then Falco next. And I dream about it all the time, and it’s just- my leg still doesn’t feel the same and it hurts and-” 

Eren tangles one of his hands around your neck, laying your face flat against his neck as he rubs small circles into your back. You’re crying - wet tears falling onto his neck as you rack sobs into his neck. 

You’re not going to get hurt. You’re not going to get hurt because he’s Spiderman and he’s going to protect you. And there’s no point in him having any of this if you feel this way. 

“You were really brave that day, Y/N. You and Falco.” 

“Just Falco, Eren. You-you made him so brave, I feel like his confidence has been better lately and-” 

“Even if you were petrified, you were still brave regardless. I’ve seen it happen - people freeze up in shock, freak out when they’re faced with things like this. But here you are, still fighting it, in the way that you can. You’re brave, sweetheart.” 

You avoid the tingling in your chest at the nickname, his hands on yours, and his sweet, sweet voice in your ears. 

He’s going to find that fucking female titan if it’s the last thing he does. 

 - 

“Armin, what the fuck happened? Why did we just lose connection?” 

The four of you - Armin, Connie, Jean, and you - are currently locked in the computer lab, six hours after the school closed. You had planned it all out, set a trap for the Female Titan underneath the school, so that Eren could catch her once and for all. 

The problem? Eren just went underground. And he had been talking to you for the last twenty minutes. But you heard it, that loud, high-pitched feminine voice and then static in all four of your earpieces. 

Armin’s smacking on his computer, Jean clicking through all the footage. All of the camera’s are still up and running, all but one on static. You stop Jean in his stead, as Armin and Connie smack on the computer, trying to fix the ear pieces. 

“Wait, wait, Jean. Where is that?” 

“Girls locker room. The volleyball team was there last.” 

You lean over to Connie, opening his computer as you log into your accounts. Jean’s leaning over your chair, both of you hovering as you log into your administrative office account. 

“What gives, Y/N?” 

“Jean. The girl, female pervert whatever. She must have transformed in there and broke the camera. Whichever girl didn’t log in for practice today, since there’s no way that girl isn’t injured from the fight she had with Eren last night, has to be the girl we’re looking for. Attendance in class but not in practice.” 

Armin, Jean, and Connie lean over your neck as you log into the account, loading the nursing record for today. And then you find it. 

Annie Leonhart has requested a medical leave of absence for the week due to an extenuating injury. She may return to regular practice next week. 

Signed Pieck Finger, N.P. 

Armin all but falls out of his chair, quickly getting up to fix the computers. 

“Shit shit shit shit shit.” 

You grab his shoulder, basically strangling him as you ask. Because why the fuck is he so worried that Annie is the fucking female pervert? 

“What’s wrong, Armin? Why are you so panicked?” 

“Annie. She suspects that Eren is Spiderman. And she…she wants to know who he is for sure, she’s told me that before. And if she puts him into a corner, she’s going to expose him to the police.” 

You feel your throat run dry as the tears start working their way up to your eyes, burning hot. No. Because they’re going to arrest Eren. Maybe even kill him and- 

Connie drops his laptop straight onto the floor, his eyes weary as he looks up at the ceiling. 

“What now, Connie?” 

“Y/N. It-it’s Friday. Meaning, they’re resetting the plumbing for the weekend and-” 

Armin speaks up next, racking his hands through his hair. 

“Oh my god. The sink waters flooding in the tunnels. He’s done for.” 

You grab Armin by the collar, the anger seething in your chest. 

“Why is he done for? What’s wrong with the water, Armin?” 

“The webs. We haven’t perfected them yet and they dissolve in water. And it’s not a big deal because it’s not raining yet but-” 

Now you get it. 

“He’s down there with no defenses. And Annie’s going to get him any second. And tell everyone who he is.” 

Jean grabs you by the shoulders, shaking your head as he fixes your hair against your ears. 

“Think. Think, Y/N. You must know something about how to turn it off - you sit through all those administrative board meetings and talk to every fucking faculty member at this school because you’re a goody two shoes. You must know something.” 

And then you remember. The only way to turn off the water is to go down there, close off the pipes manually. 

You leave the three of them in the computer leg and sprint on your bad leg, down to where you know Eren’s waiting for you.  

 - 

Connie, Armin, and Jean find you an hour later. You’re in the tunnels, where they set their trap, with a huge gash on the side of your head and a very bruised and battered Eren in your hands. You’re crying hard, your hands soft on Eren’s hands trying to will him to wake up. 

Connie and Jean loop their arms around Eren’s, prying him out of your arms to lift him out of the tunnels. Armin helps you up, supporting your bad leg. 

“What happened, Y/N?” 

“I got down here, Tried turning off all the pipes manually. Eren was still trying his best, climbing around when I got most of the pipes off. She delt a few good blows but I mentioned that I knew she’s Annie and she kind of….ran off. She wasn’t really trying to…expose him or anything but I feel like she was trying to get the tech.” 

“You okay? I know she scares you and…” 

“Yeah. I just-we have to take Eren to Pieck. We can’t fix him on our own-” 

“No. No he wouldn’t want us to.” 

“He can’t want anything if he’s dead.” 

“He’s not dead.” 

“You-you don’t know that. He’s not invincible just because he’s Spiderman, he-he’s just Eren. And he can get hurt and I don’t want him to die and-” 

Armin wordlesly agrees to take Eren to Pieck, the five of you piling into Jean’s car. Eren’s next to you, still not awake with his head slackly leaned against your shoulders. 

When you reach the apartment, Connie, Jean, and Armin task themselves with bringing Eren in as you explain to Hange and Pieck. You knock on the door, teary eyed to Hange and Pieck responding, worry in their eyes at the blood leaking down the side of your face. 

Pieck reaches forward, lifting your face in her hands which you swat off. 

“P-Pieck. H-Hange. It’s Eren and he…he’s not okay. Please just help him without asking anything, I don’t want him to die on us.”

Connie and Jean drag Eren in, lifting him onto the couch as Hange racks back sobs. You go to Hange’s side, squishing them in an embrace as Pieck gets to work, cursing under her breath as she goes on. 

“Wake up, SpiderFuck. Of course, this dumbass bothering me for the past three months is our kid. I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch when you wake up, you know that? Stupid SpiderMotherfucker, I hate you-” 

Pieck works around him, taking Hange from your arms as she leaves the two of you in the living room when she’s done. Connie, Jean, and Armin leave you with him - already working on figuring out where Annie went upstairs. 

You take Eren’s hand in yours, squeezing tight as you whisper to him. 

“Wake up. Wake up, Eren.” 

No response. 

“Come on. You can’t be serious. You-you’re Spiderman and you don’t get hurt and-” 

No response. 

“I….I can’t be brave without you, please be okay.” 

No fucking response. You lay your forehead flat against the table as the sobs rack through you, Eren’s uneven breaths continuing on the table. 

“Please, Eren. Come back to me.” 

You feel a hand at the top of your hair, pressing down to the length of your neck. You look up to find Eren, weakly smiling at you as he winces. You sit up immediately, tears still streaming down to your neck, as you cup his face in your hands. 

“Eren.” 

“Quit crying, sweetheart. I’m Spiderman.” 

You laugh through your sobs as you press yourself against his chest, hugging him as softly as you can. You can feel his hands on your back, jaggedly circlcing into the small of your back. 

“Where are we?” 

“Your house. Pieck fixed you up and-” 

He sits up, groaning as he glares at you.

“Don’t tell me you told them that I was-” 

“I had to, Eren. I thought you were dead and-” 

“I wasn’t dead. I’m Spiderman!”

“Spiderman can die, Eren. And you didn’t fucking wake up.” 

“I heal supernaturally fast. You should have given me a minute to come to.”  

“The fact that you needed Pieck’s medical attention to come to right now, four hours after the fact, tells me that you weren’t fucking okay, Eren! And they don’t care and-” 

“You think my aunt, Hange, who watched my parents fucking die in front of me doesn’t care that I risk my fucking life on the line everyday? They fucking care!” 

“It’s not a big deal, they just want you to be okay and-” 

“And what the fuck were you doing down in the tunnel? Don’t pretend like I don’t see that fucking gash on your pretty face and I’m just ignoring it right now.” 

You can feel the anger seething in your chest and you really, really want to smack Eren right about now. 

“We figured it out. Annie Leonhart, the girl from the soccer team, she’s the pervert titan. And she’s-she’s trying to expose you as Spiderman. Or maybe not, I don’t know. And the water tunnels were on and I know your webs dissolve in water and I just-” 

“You just what? Thought you’d run down them and turn them off?” 

“Yeah, asshole. For you.” 

“You know the best part of Spider Gang. You’re the team in the chair. Do you understand what that means? You keep your ass in the chair and away from shit like this!” 

“I can’t just sit by and do that.” 

“Why the fuck not?” 

“Because I’m not Connie or Armin or Jean. I’m not just your friend who can sit by and let you get hurt. You’re-you’re not just” 

“What am I then, huh?” 

“You’re the guy I love. I can’t just fucking watch you bleed out from a tunnel and pretend it’s okay, Eren.” 

You’re both panting, chests heaving from screaming so loudly. Eren closes the space between you, pressing his lips to yours as you melt under his touch. You can taste metal - surely from the cut on his lip - but you can also taste mint, definitely from the stupid pocket he made for Altoids in his suit. He’s smiling against your lips, leaning his weight on you as you rest your forehead against his.

“Guy you love, huh?” 

“Shut up. When did you become so cocky, Eren?” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your burning cheeks into his shoulder as he laughs against your ears. The next questions genuine, his voice wavering when he asks. 

“Do you only love me because I’m Spiderman, Y/N?” 

“No. I love Spiderman because he gives Eren the confidence to talk to me. You…you’ve always been so shy and stand-offish with me since we were kids, I…kind of thought you hated me. But Jean told me, you’re just really awkward.” 

“Remind me to kick Jean’s ass.” 

“And…I always liked you. You know, we really didn’t need pictures of each of the clubs. I already took those during club registration at the beginning of the year. I just wanted an excuse to be around you and I think that’s technically an abuse of power but-” 

He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours once again, leaning so hard on you that you both get knocked on the couch. You’re both laughing, smiling so hard that Hange and Pieck and the rest of Spider Gang comes down to find you two giggling on the couch. 

Now that Eren’s sentient, Hange yells at him for three things. One. Being Spiderman. Two. Being a dumbass and getting hurt. Three. Attempting to have sex with this girl on the couch. 

And then they ask if Eren should be taken to a vet, since he’s technically half spider. 

The five of you corner Annie later that week. And she confesses it all - that she didn’t know when this power happened, or what came over her, or even what’s going on. And that she doesn’t want to expose Spiderman, she wanted the technology. 

She wants to know what’s wrong with her. And she figured that if she knew who Spiderman was, if she could lure him out by stealing his tech, she can find the person who makes his tech and have them help her. 

Eren extends his hand first. Promising that Spider Gang (a name that she snorts at) promises to help her figure it out and control it if she promises to not wreck havoc or drop mailboxes on your leg again. And she explains that she has no control when it comes over her, that she really doesn’t want to hurt people. 

When Armin figures it out and when Annie can control it, she’s instated as the sixth member of SpiderGang. Eighth if you count Pieck and Hange. 

And she doesn’t scare you. It’s nice to have another girl on the team. Especially one who hates “Spider Gang” as much as you. And it’s sweet to watch Armin and Annie bustle around each other, working on perfecting the tech. 

And to watch Jean and Connie tease them. And to have Eren swing you around in New York and sneak into your bed every night and save lives all around the city. 

- 

Okay. Let’s do this one last time. 

My name is Eren Jeager. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the last six months, I’m the one and only Spiderman, equipped with a fully functional Spider Team. Officially dubbed, begrudingly, the Spider Gang. 

Connie and Jean, codenames C-Man and Horseface (since using real names got me exposed the last time) are my surveillance team. Surveying out my enemies, making sure the cops don’t get to me - they’re important reconnaissance for each mission. 

Armin and Annie, codenames Ocean Eyes and Pervert Lady (don’t ask). They’re my technical geniuses. Always redefining my tech, fixing up my webs to make them stronger, faster. There’s no Spiderman without Spidertech. 

And Y/N, codename Sweetheart. My girl in the chair. And the one in my heart too. Not only does she figure out motives/identities/locations for every villain and plan out every attack before I do it, but she’s the main reason Spiderman even exists. 

Why I fight so hard. 

I have to keep Brooklyn safe for my girl.

[minamaybe]

three facts about me

thank you so much for the tag @burntblanc !! <3

1. My middle name is Antonia, and I’m unsure if I love or hate it

2. I own an unofficial never published biography about the singer Falco, written by one of his friends

3. I’m a horse girl :/

tagging (gently) @alintalzin @the-golden-comet @corinneglass

[zekescherries]

﹒ LEFT BEHIND! ﹔ ft ＃ zeke yeager ﹐ 🍒 ﹒　　 ׅ 　

CONSPECTUS﹕a living reminder of what he sacrificed, of what he left behind in pursuit of a "saving" opportunity for the eldian people.

PAIRING﹕zeke yeager × female!reader ﹒ post-rumbling

CHAPTER(S)﹕previous ﹒ next

CONTENT WARNING﹕pregnancy & childbirth (mentioned) + grieving + single-parenthood + slight ptsd + dead!zeke + dark themes + pet names (zeke calls you peach) (i know not everyone is for pet names) + intentional lowercase & more as the story progresses

yelena brings veil close, whispering something in her ear even before she can ask her question.

"veil!"

levi's voice booms from afar, veil and yelena both turn to face the house. levi stands in the doorway, or at least, he tries to. leaning against the doorframe for support.

veil looks back at yelena, scattering to return to levi's side. "get away from her." though low, levi's voice is still heard.

it's been awhile since yelena saw him in such a state. weak, yet, still standing so precautionary. scarred face, eyes hauntingly dark, face as hardened and stoic as she last remembered.

"levi, we were in the middle of a conversation."

levi frowns, with veil standing behind him he wishes to censor himself. this man, once a soldier, named as the strongest. humanity's strongest. almost reverts to his old violent ways.

"leave." a simple word, not a request.

yelena feigns ignorance. her hands raised as if she's surrendering. "a simple conversation, levi."

the audacity of this woman.

levi remembers the nights where he and falco stayed up with you. reassuring you of the fear that this woman. . .might harm your child or worse indoctrinate her.

yelena's mere existence brought you pain and turmoil. you never knew what she was capable of just to prove that zeke was right and in-fact; a god.

levi wouldn't put it pass her, a psychopath, a human devoid of empathy and whom flourishes in the suffering and pain of others. yelena sighs, her big eyes focused on veil, she's not surprised that the girl is a tad frightened.

"i'll leave, but you'll have to explain to gabi and falco why this work was left undone." it's almost unnerving she looks.

but nonetheless she packs up her things and leaves, a bucket of seeds left unplanted and a tree chopped down, left unattended to.

". . .uncle levi?"

"promise me you'll never talk to her again."

veil nods, watching as yelena walks off into the distance. "i promise."

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when the sun sets into night you finally find the energy to pick yourself up, having had enough of sobbing at zeke's "grave".

that's when you remember; you almost forgot to pick veil up.

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"sorry i'm late, levi." you gather veil's bag, wrapping your arms around the girl's shoulders in a semi-tight hug.

levi shakes his head, his face unbothered. "it's fine, she ate and everything."

"we just had. . .some trouble."

you wait for levi to elaborate, but he doesn't. "what kind?"

"yelena came around," levi chops the situation up, not wanting to worry you with the whole truth of the matter. nonetheless your reaction is still shock, worry and panic. subconsciously making you hug veil closer.

it's silent and nobody knows what to say until veil peaks her head out from under your arm. "mama."

"what's wrong. . .?" you try your best not to sound too on edge.

"who's zeke?"

levi gives you a worried glance, you definitely didn't want her to know.

"no one, nobody important."

© zekescherries , 🍒

[sillysarahsthings]

hi!! would you like to ramble about Falco a bit? :) just some silly things(REFERENCE?) hehe

Why not? Love that jerk

So as I've mentioned before, Falco is a hypocrite, he will talk smack about humans doing bad things but will proceed to do said bad things and justify them with "look at me! I'm clearly superior" this also applied to angel Falco, who was the biggest snob to ever exist.

I've also mentioned he has a giant truck he drives around, only Jason is allowed to drive it tho.

Treats his underlings/colleagues/servants depending if he likes them or not.

Has hooves, that he's very proud of for no reason, and he has a snake tongue too.

Can and probably will eat anything, man has really pointy teeth so it's not a problem.

Very twisty fella, flexible might be his middle name.

His pupils are different because one of his eyes got speared through by Ophiel's scissor hand, they were fighting after Falco fell from heaven.

Like LJ, he purrs, only around specific people if you're a person who he allows to pet or scratch his ears, you are the chosen one because he normally would kill anyone touching his head.

Oh and his hat, touching his hat is a death sentence and will get your face eaten, Slenderman can confirm.

He doesn't know how to act around children but he doesn't mind their company.

This is just in semi canon but Falco does have a community service job in purgatory where he looks after dead kids like a kindergarten teacher.

Works in hell as a demon lord,his job is not only to spread madness on earth but he also tortures the mad that ends up in hell

He will make a deal with you but immediately backstab you (literally) if you end up in hell.

Don't bring up Laveda in front of him he will go soap opera mode and start singing.

Is stupid as he cannot recognize LJ at all, LJ could put on glasses and he'd just be like "ah rats, another ugly demon..."

Okay I think I went a little crazy but I hope you like it!!^^

[chevvy-yates]

CLUB OWNER

The owner of ‘HELL BUNKER’ wears the name ‘Garnet’. A simple man, born as Falco Ritter in Cologne, Germany.

Coming from a middle class worker family, he migrated over to the NUSA to fulfill himself a dream of becoming an artist and of owning a place of his own to show his passion to the world: Techno(ise). Garnet’s lifeblood is not only his bunker and mixing music as a DJ himself, but also his event Chrome Chamber Rave and the radio station ‘HELL BUNKER.FM’ that provides the newest tech hits as well as an online and print techno(ise) magazine named “160+ BPM” that he releases every month. Garnet is an artist and self-starter through and through! Falco has earned quite a high cred and respect in the Night City raver business as his location with mainly CCR is unique compared to other techno(ise) clubs in the city. His vision was not only to bring European, especially German, techno(ise)¹ back to the NUSA, but also to combine it with other artforms and the desire of primal energy that lies deeply rooted within us. He used to be dj-ing at Totentanz years ago which gave him a lot of inspiration for creating HELL BUNKER afterwards. Today, being a quite known underground Techno(ise) DJ within the scene and his bunker, Garnet is still down to earth as a musician and business owner who loves to collaborate with other artists to create art that moves you cerebral and visceral altogether. He also does not shy away from acting as a bouncer for his own club. So if you may have asked yourself why he’s decorating himself with Gorilla arms: It’s for throwing out those who don’t behave appropriately. Falco doesn’t make any excuses.

SET LIST

Garnet's common set list for Chrome Chamber Rave, a fictional hard technoise event in the world of Cyberpunk 2077. He still deejays at CCR. His setlist is of course all hard techno(ise) yet he concentrates to mix it with more emotions and a touch of industrial, even some lyrics and tends to venture further than that. Each song is unique to itself and can be a true experience if you are willing to let yourself soaked in and let it touch your soul.

“Technoise may not be able to save the world, but it will save your soul.”

— Falco ‘Garnet’ Ritter

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Cover artwork by me. Steal and you will be doomed. I‘ve chosen tracks only by one artist named ‘Roman Gehrecke’. This artist is the closest to what I imagine Garnet would produce as well. So I decided to borrow the music for Falco. Of course all the music belongs to Roman Gehrecke! There's one song at the end of it I see as the one that is always played at last so the audience knows ok after that it's done. This song is also not by the artist mentioned above but has a well known melody majority knows.

Recommendation: ‚Gefallene Engel‘, ‚Anderswelt‘, ‚Stimmen der Tiefe‘ and ‚Schutt und Asche‘ – best listened to via headphones and making time for it should you want to try to get soaked into.

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¹ "Technoise and its various derivations dominate much of the German scene. If you're hip, you already know about Technoise. If not, listen up. Technoise is quite popular with the discerning young punk; it was popularized by Germany's own NetWerk actually, you've got your Overlay style from London, Jazznetic from Rotterdam and Echo from Frankfurt. In addition, there are people producing Frock (Fractal Rock) all over the place. The good thing is, Technoise is quite easy to produce. You only need a small computer, some software and you're ready to buzz. Those of you with a message might miss the political attitude, but you're missing the point. Technoise is strictly for partying, tripping and dancing. People meet and dance up to the runner's point. Maybe that's a political statement in itself, oder?" — Eurosource Plus – The New Eurotheater Sourcebook for Cyberpunk

[bookqueenrules]

Daryl’s Pilgrimage: Why Daryl Dixson Season 2's Working Title Was Pilgrim

Most of us know that “Pilgrim” was the working title of DD season 2. I believe they changed it to The Book of Carol to throw yet another bone to Carylers because they will not be getting romantic Carly. No matter what the reason, you can’t escape that Season 2 is about Daryl’s pilgrimage.  We have gotten some CRAZY hints that this pilgrimage is all about finding Beth.

Exhibit A:  Check out the EXACT matching colors between the signage for DD 2 Pilgrim and Emily’s dress in the video for B or C for effort which came out last Fall during the same time DD 2 "Pilgrim" was being filmed.

Meaning of the word pilgrim:

A pilgrim (from the Latin peregrinus) is a traveler (literally one who has come from afar) who is on a journey to a holy place. 

So, what is Daryl’s pilgrimage? It’s his journey to a "holy" place that will make him “hole”. A place that has that “something” he first went out looking for.  A place that will contain his happy ending.

The Latin form of “peregriuns” is used for a another famous hunter, the The peregrine falcon (Falco peregrinus), also known simply as the peregrine. 

Two interesting facts about these birds are that they mate for life and often travel far, usually to a “high place”, to nest. They have been known to even build their nest in skyscrapers.  This bird is similar in coloring to the stuffed penguin Daryl finds on the boat in episode one. 

Exhibit B:  The Camino de Santiago

This is the pilgrimage mentioned in episode 6 of DD season 1.  Here is a little background info on the pilgrimage.

Let’s talk about the Hebrew root of the English name, James:

@angelthefirst1 and @frangipanilove have both done wonderful posts about how Daryl=Jacob/Israel right down to being tied to Leah even though he never loved her. Then, Daryl/Israel had to work another 7 years for his “Rachel” or in Daryl’s case, Beth. Another point here is that Jacob leaves his homeland and journeys a long distance, to his mother's people, and there he finds his love, Rachel. It's on this journey that Jacob has the Jacob's ladder dream and names the spot where his head laid during the dream, Beth-el.

So, you could say that this pilgrimage is the Way of Jacob(Daryl).  The route starts in various points in France as seen above but ends at the Santiago de Compostela where St. James' remains are said to be. 

Compostela means Field of Stars. It comes from the Latin “campus stellae” and is based on the stars of the Milky Way that, according to legend since the Middle Ages, had been outlined by the apostle St. James and followed by pilgrims to reach his tomb.

So,  pilgrims follow these stars from France, across the Pyrenees Mountains to find their way to Santiago de Compostela. This ties in perfectly with the Sirius “Dog Star” symbolism we see throughout TWD. 

Daryl Dixon season 2 is all about Daryl’s pilgrimage.  This spiritual journey will restore Daryl’s faith in God and lead him to his “happy ending” which will be a family with Beth. Just as it was Jacob's children who are the fathers of all of the nation of Israel, I believe it will be Daryl and Beth's children or their descendants who will "save" what is left of humanity.

[catzeart]

Levi Week 2023

Day 1: Teashop ☕💚

Here's a short story/Headcanons:

Levi opened his own teashop some time after the war. He and Onyankopon became travel buddies where they started collecting tea and providers so, once they came back home, Levi opened his own teashop. Of course, with the help of Onyan, Gabi and Falco.

With handpicked and selected tea leaves, Levi's teashop because really popular. His counter is set in the middle of the teashop so he can spend his time sitting down while attending the clients. Gabi and Falco work some days in there as waiters while Onyan is in charge of talking to the providers.

The ambassadors have the teashop as a "must visit stop" everytime they go on their trips.

Levi would name every special tea box in honor of his fallen comrades. "Midnight sun", "Lifesaving eye", "Petra's petals", "Strongest hound ", "Freedom".

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[afriendlygoblin]

because i need to ramble about my MCs' links between Hogwarts Legacy, Mystery and maybe Magic Awakened, here's the lore i've come up with. feel free to ignore, this is mostly me talking to myself.

Known characters (MCs and in game family)

Hogwarts Legacy : Arcas Highridge

The OG, considered the first of the bloodline. He has a mysterious background, though it's certain he's not muggleborn. He has no links with his parents, are they dead? did they kick him out? he never talked about it to anyone so... we don't know. The future generations view him as the founder of their House.

He started the naming tradition of using animals' latin/scientific names. His doesn't entirely fits but he's the first so he's allowed. "Arcas" comes from the greek myth of Callisto who was a hunter of Artemis who was rrrr by Zeus and gave birth to a son (Arcas) before being turned into a bear. Once grown up, the son became a hunter and would have killed his mother if Zeus hadn't turned him into a bear too and placed them both in the sky as constellations. So yeah the notion of animal inspired names is still present with him.

Hogwarts Mystery : Peregrine Highridge

HM's MC's father, whose name comes from Falco Peregrinus, fastest bird on Earth. In the game he's a pretty shitty father (and human being in general). In my lore it's because his line and in general his family has always been composed of witches and wizards with extraordinary abilities and/or accomplishments.

This led him to seek greatness in order to be worthy of his name and heritage, especially as a youngest child. He also had extremely high expectations of his first born, Jacob. Jacob's disappearance made Peregrine feel as if he had to compensate for his son's failure at greatness, thus abandonning his second child who was still very young.

Hogwarts Mystery : Jacob Highridge

Since Jacob didn't fit my naming convention, i decided that he goes by his middle name (inherited from a relative on his mother's side). Peregrine having a narcissistic side, he named his first son after himself in a way. See, Peregrinus is an umbrella taxon, so he just went with one of the subspecies of peregrine falcons. Therefore in my head, Jacob's full name is actually Tundrius Jacob Highridge.

Going by his middle name really pissed off Jacob's father but since the boy always refused to respond when being called by his first name, Peregrine had to yield and use his son's middle name.

Hogwarts Mystery : Rook Highridge

My HM main character's full name is actually Calidus Corvus Highridge. Trying to avoid another Jacob situation, Peregrine had given his second son not one but two latin names. "Calidus" after another Peregrinus subspecies and "Corvus" after his own eldest brother.

Jacob, hating both of these, decided to find a proper name and got inspired by his brother's middle name. After devouring the old encyclopaedia his father had probably used, he finally found it. Corvus Frugilegus was (still is, not extinct) a kind of big crow found between Scandinavia and eastern Siberia, commonly known as "Rook". Unlike Jacob, Rook doesn't mind his birth name as much and tolerates being called Calidus in formal settings or with strangers.

Magic Awakened : Artamus Highridge

Artamus, named after small bird Woodsallow, is Jacob's first child and has a muggleborn mother. His parents met as Jacob took some time away from the magical world to heal from all the trauma he endured because of magic, and his mother was visiting her muggle parents.

I don't have much on him yet since i've only just started Magic Awakened.

More family members i hope will appear future games :

- Antaresia and Aspidites Highridge (for a HL sequel perhaps) : named after python subspecies, twin children of Arcas Highridge. They have a younger brother, Corallus, who is Jacob and Rook's grandfather.

- Luscinia Highridge : named after the common nightingale, daughter of Rook Highridge. I'd love to give her life in a game set in the 2010's.

- anyone from the american branch (see tree).

Random stuff and trivia about the family bc i have too much free time and a lil bit of brainrot :

- i used a random name generator for the family name. i already had ideas for the first names being based on animals but nothing for the last name.

- though there are mentions of "House Highridge" in a few historical records, they are not a Pureblood house as many married half-bloods, muggleborns and even muggles. they are still well respected among the wizarding families since many of them accomplished great things and/or showed great magical abilities.

- they are a very young House with only 5 known generations so far (6 for the american branch) but given how many of its members have had extraordinary destinies and/or abilities, they quickly acquired an excellent status in the wizarding world.

- they are open to half bloods and muggleborns and don't really care about muggles. unlike many Pureblood houses, they don't bother hating muggles and believe that true greatness lies in actions rather than birth.

- they still believe wizardkind to be superior to mugglekind, which is also why they don't hate muggles : there is no need to hate what is far beneath you. they do however forbid marriage with muggles. muggleborn is ok, but not muggle. Morelia Highridge was kicked out and disowned for falling in love with a muggle. Her son earned a spot on the tree after saving the life of his uncle Corvus, then head of the family. His descendence would not be recorded though, since he didn't bear the name Highridge.

- they are extremely attached to their family identity. Even Jacob who hated his latin name followed the naming tradition for his children as a tribute to all the other great people in his family (poor guy really just hated his dad. he rejected the idea of being named after him, not necessarily the tradition itself).

- although the naming tradition theoretically encompasses all animals, all members after Arcas himself were named after birds or snakes.

- i imagine the home dynamic to be similar to House Black's just take out the anti-muggle racism and pureblood obsession. the rest is pretty much the same.

- almost all of them were in Slytherin but a few occasional Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs can be found in the family tree. No Highridge has been to Gryffindor yet.

- the family has only one marriage between cousins. Antaresia's only child Melidora and Corallus' eldest son Corvus were at the root of the American branch of the family (this is purely in case a game about Ilvermorny ever comes out, so i can easily incorporate my character into the lore).

i definitely have too much free time and severe brainrot but i made a family tree

recording of the descendence of women who married out and thus do not bear the name anymore stops after the first generation (so the direct children).

i'll stop here but i'll probably ramble more later about them bc im developping an obsession

[terabyteturtle]

Fighter #11 - Captain Falcon

- You know how some people name their weapons? Well, the gun strapped to his side is called Falcon. How original.

- Every time he smiles, everyone swears they can see his teeth sparkle.

- Captain Falcon is a big fan of Jurassic Park. He’s not too keen on Jurassic World, though. He feels that it just doesn’t have the same coolness as the older movies.

- If he ever decided to quit racing (which would definitely never happen), Cap definitely has the potential to become a pro swimmer. He’s strong, has perfect form, and looks very elegant in the water.

- This dude totally wears a speedo to the pool, and it’s simultaneously the most cursed and most awe-inspiring thing the fighters have ever seen. The veterans are used to it by now, as they’ve been around him for a while, but the newer fighters wish they could get their eyes bleached. And then there’s Bayonetta, who seductively eyes him up and down the whole time. Whether she’s just teasing or she actually feels attracted to him, nobody knows.

- No matter how many times he’s ridden the Blue Falcon, Cap never gets tired of doing donuts with it.

- He will happily take the kids for joyrides, as long as they agree to keep their seatbelts on and take proper precautions. Safety is Cap's number one priority, especially when it comes to the younger fighters.

- Speaking of which, he is amazing with kids. He always knows exactly how to hype them up and put smiles on their faces.

- Whether he’s at a race or in the middle of a fight, Cap will definitely show off in front of the audience. It's not a traditional Captain Falcon event if he doesn't wink or salute at least once.

- If there’s a bug in the mansion, he’s usually the first one asked to remove it. Usually, he doesn’t mind, but if he has to deal with a moth, it becomes a big issue. For whatever reason, Cap hates moths. One time, Wendy asked him to take a moth out of her room and he reluctantly agreed. Cap hilariously tried to guide the moth into a glass cup, trying not to show that he was scared of it. Unfortunately for him, the way his arms were hyper-extended while his head was tilted back as far as possible made it painfully obvious.

- Cap can’t handle spicy stuff very well and gets pretty bad stomach aches if he has anything with peppers in it. The hottest thing he can handle without having any problems is a dab of hot sauce—that’s it.

- For a guy who seems so lively and outgoing, he doesn’t really speak about his past. Only Mario knows the whole story, as he’s Cap’s most trusted friend. Bowser Jr. theorizes that he used to be a superhero that got kicked out of some super secret hero league.

- Falco originally thought that the Blue Falcon was a cool spaceship and wanted one just like it. When he found out it was actually meant for racing, that only made him want it even more.

- Cap is extremely helpful. Whether someone seeks good advice or just needs help opening the pickle jar, he’s the guy to turn to.

- The kids trust him a lot. He’s like a really cool father figure to them.

- He believes socks are criminally underrated and doesn’t understand why anyone would be sad about receiving them for a special occasion.

- He and Lucario often have intense sparring sessions. There’s no bad blood between them; they just enjoy giving it their all and they can trust each other with going full force. One time, their match got so heated that they crashed Peach, Daisy, and Zelda’s tea party, breaking the table and all of the cups with it. Enraged, the princesses forced them to clean up the mess.

- Cap will often join Ness and Snake when they watch baseball games. If his favorite team wins, he gets super excited (a little too excited, if you ask Snake).

- All of his racing trophies are put on display in his room.

- Due to his popularity, he frequently has to avoid paparazzi in his world. He doesn't mind it too much, but whenever he returns to Smash, he finds himself to be more relaxed because he knows they can’t follow him there.

- In the back of his mind, Cap worries that Blood Falcon is going to hunt him down at some point. He knows he can fight him off, but he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to any of the other fighters. If one of the kids got hurt because of him, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

- When the Koopalings are bored, he'll play Duck Duck Goose with them. Hey, whatever distracts them from pulling pranks on the other fighters. As long as it keeps the peace, Cap doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he enjoys hanging out with the Koopalings and thinks they’re actually really sweet when they’re not being mischievous.

- The suit that he usually wears is actually the same one that he wore in his younger years; the color just faded from blue to indigo over time. Because it's his original suit, the one he wore during many exciting races in the past, it holds a lot of sentimental value. He hates the thought of getting rid of it and replacing it with a new one, but at the same time, he sort of misses the original blue color. To make him feel better, the fighters got him a new navy blue suit for his birthday, custom made to look just like the old one. That way, he could have the color he wanted without getting rid of his original suit. Cap was so touched by the heartfelt gesture that he genuinely started tearing up.

- He lets Wendy practice doing makeup on him, and he always looks like a pretty princess when she's done.

- Cap’s actually a really good artist. Lemmy asks him to draw stuff all the time.

- He tries his best to keep the kids away from Ridley, Ganondorf, Dark Samus, Sephiroth, Kazuya, King K. Rool, and Wolf because he thinks they’re all bad influences.

- However, Bowser, Meta Knight, and King Dedede are trusted individuals. He knows they aren't completely evil and believes it's not too late for them to turn their lives around (which, for the most part, they already have). Plus, Bowser is the Koopalings' father, and he's already proven that he's a good dad.

- Wario is a big 'if'. Sometimes, he seems trustworthy and fun to be around, but other times, he can be a big jerk. When Cap found out about the baseball card incident, he wouldn't let Wario talk to Ness for days. He always reminds the kids to be careful around Wario; if he asks for money, don't give it to him.

- Halloween is his favorite holiday, and he goes all out for it every year. Once, he went as the Grim Reaper and was nearly hit by three separate cars because it was pitch-black out and no one could see him.

- Flying-type Pokemon are his favorite, especially Talonflame. Talonflame is his buddy.

- He really wants to join the Mario Kart races but knows that the Blue Falcon would be too overpowered.

- If Doc needs a break, he’ll hold mitts for Little Mac.

- Ganondorf is his biggest rival. They can not be in the same room with each other for five seconds without making an unfriendly competition out of nothing. It’s really difficult for them to see eye-to-eye and they fight very frequently.

- Pit used to believe Cap was some sort of fiery falcon god that he’d never met before.

- In his younger years, before he got into racing, Cap considered joining a motorcycle gang. Hylia knows what that could've led to.

- His favorite song from the Smash soundtrack is Mute City [Wii U/3DS]. He, Ness, Lucas, and Villager always get into debates over which Mute City is the best one. Ness likes the original the most, Lucas argues that Melee is the best, and Villager prefers the Brawl version. However, no matter what anyone says, Cap will always stick with the Wii U/3DS version because it fills him with a rush of adrenaline that he can't get from any other song.

[inkedinfusions]

I had a physics exam.

Let's hope I got at least above 70(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

Anyways! The key

Yes....yes...YESSS!!

Sorry I sound demented,but the point is YES

AHHH WE GOT GABI,FALCO AND WE MET THE WARRIORS,ZEKE WAS UNEXPECTEDLY LIKE A BIG BROTHER FIGURE AND IT FEELS SO IN CHARACTER IN ALL HONESTY (he has to let out those big brother energies somehow and Eren isn't here :))

Oh and we met Yelena....yey.

AND HOW READER WAS HANDLING EVERYTHING WAS SO SAD! AND UNDERSTANDABLE AND HOW NERVOUS SHE WAS GETTING WHEN WAITING FOR ZEKE MADE ME NERVOUS TOO AND IT FELT LIKE A JUMPSCARE WHEN ZEKE DID CAME AND I WAS LITERALLY ROLLING IN MY BED FROM SIDE TO SIDE WHILE NERVOUSLY READING AND JUST WAITING FOR WHAT ZEKE WILL SAY TO READER

Reader is honestly so hilarious at times though XD

Zeke: so you know my euthanize plan,so you agree with what am doing?

Reader: Yes (what he doesn't know is that am agreeing with him sticking with canon so I can predict his actions and deal with him)

And then we got on the boat to go to paradis and reader got smuggled like she's contraband XD

PLEASE AND HOW SHE WAS WAITING FOR EREN TO LIFT THE SHIP UP LIKE 'eren lift it up buddy,you're killing me here' 'i get motion sickness so better hurry up'

AND THEN WE LEAVE THE SHIP AND MEEEET EREN!! (Before reading all the chapters I've actually only read 8 9 10 but I still want to talk :))

I swear that no matter what timeline,what universe.eren will always have the worst first impression ever it's almost a talent (his first meeting with armin which I've talked about before,his first meeting with Mikasa where he kills two people ect)

The guy standing there like slenderman, being ominous and then saying

Eren: I know you 🧍‍♂️

Reader : ????? Yes?????

Eren: you know me too

Reader : wh-!?

Eren: don't try to deny it

Reader: ?????yes???

WE HAVE HANGEEEE!!!! AND LEVI TOO AHHHHH I LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEE HOW THEY WERE WRITTEN AND THEN THE MEETING WITH THE 104TH CADETS MADE ME GENUINELY NERVOUS

jean: no last name?

YES JEAN,NO LAST NAME WHAT'S IT TO YOU???? WHAT IF I WAS AN ORPHAN JEAN?? EVER THINK ABOUT THAT??? WHAT IF THE SHEER UTTER TRAUMA COMES BACK FROM YOU ASKING??? THEN I GO INTO COMA AND THEN THE FUTURE IS RUINED,DID THAT EVER CROSS YOUR MIND JEAN?????

(I love jean,but he legit made me so sad because reader got sad :'))

Eren is so funny here too XD

The 104th cadets looking at Eren when reader says something she definitely shouldn't know

Eren: she knows stuff :)

AND THEN WE GO TO SLEEP,OUR NIGHTMARES AND SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON GREETS US AND WE SPRINT OUT! AND EREN...please eren

Eren: I heard something happened (my guy is just waiting for anything to happen just so he'd get an excuse to talk to reader)

AND I LOVE HOW EREN HELPS READER,AND THEN THEY TALK ABOUT WHAT HE KNOWS AND STUFF

At least even Eren seems surprised at what reader knows,watch her one day knowing stuff that is irrelevant to the future but also she must know it for a reason right?? (No Eren she just went to the wiki and trivias to know more and understand your character more,and that your blood type is B)

All in all I enjoyed the key very much :D

Physics and I have a toxic relationship lmao. Like,,, in theory I love it! but for a grade? 0/10 do not recommend, but I'm never probably taking a physics class again. I hope you get that above 70!

Im surprised about Gabi tbh lmao, at the beginning I didn't expect for her to come so naturally to me. Reiner too! Somewhere theres a post about me lamenting that I can't write him well - although that was probably because he wasn't planned. He just kinda appeared in the middle of a chapter and I was like... ok, ig we are doing this now?

Yelena! She scared the shit out of me when I watched the anime lol. Def interesting to think about her and her future role heehee

Zeke!!!! Love that man hes my favorite but I also don't like him a lot HHAHAH theres just something that makes me want to put him in a jar and shake him around to see how he reacts

Eren continuing with the trend of creepy first introductions. Wait I just realized that Y/n has a very bad track record. First creepy Yelena, then Eren standing there

LMAO SORRY I love Jean but he would

Everyone sideyeing y/n after she references something from their cadet days she DEFINITELY shouldn't know

Just leaving on the table that y/n didn't tell Eren everything lol

Thank you for your ask!! Im so glad you enjoyed it despite,,,, yknow,,, zeke and yelena HAHSA

[convxction]

Rebecca was slowly getting use to being the queen of a nation. There was still a lot of things she had to get the hang of. Add kids into the mix and it would get a lot more hectic. But Rebecca wouldn’t change a single thing about it. She had two children with Chrom, Lucina and Thomas. She loved her children dearly and when she wasn’t being berated by the Council or reviewing other arguments between countryman, her time was spent with the kids. Right around the time Lucina was four years old, Rebecca and Chrom had talked about having a third kid. After some time, Rebecca found that she was pregnant and the family was elated. They debated names that they would call the baby but soon settled on the name Rose if the baby was a girl and John for if the baby was a boy.

Rebecca was a couple months into her pregnancy when it was time for her to go around the capitol to greet and interact with the citizens. Chrom had told Rebecca that his sister did that when she was Exalt. Rebecca wanted to do this tradition in honor of the late Exalt. She would go out with her falco knight guards that had been assigned to he when she became queen. Rebecca and the falco knights had mixed relations in the beginning. Some of them didn’t like, some just treated it like a job. There was one who was very friendly to the new queen. Her name was Maria. Over time all of the falco knights that became Rebecca’s guard became friends with her and saw that this wasn’t a strange woman looking for power, she just really loved Chrom and so they were willing to protect her. 

They left the castle with knights on the left and right and Rebecca and Maria in the middle. Everything seemed to be going smoothly at first. Rebecca was waving to the citizens and talking with those that approached. It wouldn’t be until they got farther that things would go wrong. There were some citizens that were still upset with the previous Exalt and thought that Chrom was an even worse replacement. Now to see his wife come out and act like Emmeryn instead of going after Plegia like Chrom’s father had just upset them. One of these citizens decided that the queen had to go. So as Rebecca approached, they leapt from the crowd and tried to stab Rebecca. Fortunately for Rebecca and unfortunately for the stabber, Maria had leapt in and took the knife that was intended for Rebecca. The knights quickly subdued the would be stabber while Rebecca was trying to keep Maria alive. How she wished had her medical equipment with her but all she could do now was attempt to stop the bleeding for a cleric to arrive. Unfortunately it would be too late.

The knights quickly rushed the queen and Maria back to the castle and everything went on high alert. Rebecca tried her best to keep Maria alive but she would ultimately succumb to her wounds. It was a sad day for all. A couple of days later, Rebecca would hold a funeral for her guard and friend. To honor her sacrifice. When the funeral was over and Rebecca and Chrom were in their bed, Rebecca looked over to her husband before speaking.

“I’ve been thinking about the name of our child. I want to call her Maria instead of Rose. In honor of Maria.” She said somberly.

One month later from that day, little baby Maria came into the world.

With his decision to marry an ‘outsider’ came a lot of negative backlash but not that made him sway from his decision. He saw something beautiful in Rebecca he wishes that his people would see it, too once they get to know her. 

Chrom refrained from talking to the pegasi knights whilst they think he is ordering them against their wills to ‘befriend’ the queen. If anything, he knew that Rebecca’s charm and sweet personality will affect them no matter what, without his intervention. Though, Cordelia did stand up for Rebecca when shoves come to push. The Pegasus knight knew her enough during their time in the battlefield to know she is not just an outsider but a woman to trust. 

Later that day, Chrom was notified that there was an attack on the queen and had it not for one of the pegasi knights, she might have been …killed. Anxiety ate him up until the Falcons brought her back safely to the castle, rushing to meet his wife, wrapping her between his arms. He knows this feeling very well, it is the same concern he had when Emmeryn was attacked, too. He cannot bear to lose her … Naga, please.

Her face was pale and tired and her eyes only looked at the body the falcon knights had carried over. “That …” his voice trailed to silence. He remembers her. He remembers everyone. It is the commander’s–the king’s duty to remember his subjects. Maria … she came from a line of knights, too. No wonder she was the first to jump to protect Rebecca. The honor and pride she carried was unparalleled …shame that she….she…passed away. 

The king helped his wife back to their chambers then proper burial ceremony to honor the fallen knight was held. As for the culprit they were apprehended and thrown into the dungeon until they were interrogated. Chrom left that matter to Frederick to handle.

How vexing … why good people have to die? 

At night, his eyes fixated on his wife, fearing if he looked away she might be in danger. “Hm? … Oh. Is that what you wish for? Maria … mhm. She can be Maria Rose, yes. She’s her savoir after all. I hope she grows up to be like her, strong and kind.” a soft kiss to her forehead, he pulled her gently for an embrace, his right hand caressing her belly. “Maria … grow up to be strong and kind like your knight and mother.”

[seeingivy]

the met gala

actor!eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

content: the end contains some possibly triggering content. toxic man moment/unsafe situation so dni and protect ur peace if you need to.

an: fan service to the highest t. you want laufey? i'l give you laufey. you want sukuna? ill give you sukuna. did you ask for catoru gojo? no but i'll give it to you anyways. and the end is a nice yummy lil eren little fdklsfjdksljfkdlsjfkdsjk. also I changed real life met gala lore idgaf if they don't do real perfomances there bc they do now

songs mentioned: death of a bachelor by panic at the disco, seven by taylor swift, promise by laufey, and dorothea by taylor swift

previous part linked here

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Eren waits for it in nervous anticipation. Because despite everything Hyla and Lana say, he knows for a fact that you won’t be staying silent. That Danny and Sareen wouldn’t let this slide and neither would you. 

And it eats at him while he waits for the real response, beyond that video Connie posted of you, Mikasa, Connie, and Jean dancing to Girlfriend and your tweets about how much you loved the song. 

He’s positive that a forty second video can’t be all you’re doing. People loved it and thought it was funny. But surely that can’t be it. 

“I can’t believe all your friends sided with her. I thought you were close with Connie.” Lana mentions. 

“I was. Before you did that.” Eren responds, clenching his jaw. He can feel anger surging through his blood, every minuscule fraction of frustration building even more - like it had been for the past three days since the awards show. 

It's irritating how quick things crumble down. He figures this is what Sukuna was talking about. Because the last time he talked to Connie was when Mikasa called him and it was nothing short of irritating. 

Eren’s phone rings in the middle of the night and he’s nearly scrambling out of his bed because he thinks it’s you. Nine hours after the awards show and you’ve finally gotten the chance to respond.

Except he sees Mikasa’s name flashing across the screen, accompanied with her contact picture which is you and Mikasa sleeping.

“Mika? What’s wrong?” 

“What the fuck is wrong with you Eren?” 

“Mikasa. Okay, I can ex-” 

“You can explain? You can explain why you just humiliated Y/N in public? Are you serious?” 

“I-I know it’s bad and she hasn’t picked up my calls and-” 

“Eren. Is there something wrong with you? Because I don’t even recognize you right now. You would never do something like this, let alone to her of all people.” 

“Did you just call me to yell at me Mikasa? You don’t think I feel bad enough about it already? You don’t think I would have stopped it if I had any idea it was going to happen?” 

He hears the line get quieter and Mikasa murmuring over the phone, only to be met with Connie talking to him now. 

“Hi Eren. It’s Connie.” 

Eren sighs, the fact that Mikasa’s so put off she won’t even talk to him sitting wrong with him all together. 

“Hi Con.” 

“You okay, man?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, is she okay?” 

“Mika? You know her, she gets mad so fast and-” 

“Not her.” Eren whispers. 

“Oh. No, no that’s why we called. She won’t talk to any of us. We called to see if you would know what to do because we’re coming short on ideas.” 

The words die on Eren’s tongue. The first line of defense when you get like this is always him, because he can always get you to talk. 

Could always get you to talk. 

“You tried Levi?” 

“Yes.” 

“Her brothers. You need to fly Falco and Colt out now. I’ll pay for the tickets. Get the shin ramen from the store, it’s her comfort food - put half of the spice packet in because she can’t eat it too spicy, make sure you boil the egg for six minutes because she likes it when it’s still a little runny, and chop ONLY carrots and green onions for the vegetables. And put on Spy Family, it’s her favorite show. Her favorite episode is nine, I think. It’s called Show Off How In Love You Are. ” 

“Okay, that’s all great man. Really. Thanks.” 

“Connie?” 

“Yeah?” 

The thought crosses his mind so fast and suddenly he's asking it.

“Do you hate me?” Eren asks, the whisper in his voice sounding so pitiful that he’s almost embarrassed. 

“No, Eren. I could never. Just, I have to be here because she needs us right now. You get that.” 

“No, no I do. Take care of her, please. Tell me how it goes.” 

“Yeah man. Sure.” 

Connie hangs up and the guilt eats at Eren. 

Eren hears the resounding pounding of footsteps - only to be met with Myka, Hyla, and two other people he’s literally never seen before - standing in his bedroom. 

The first thing he learned quickly about filming with these people? They have no concept of personal space or time. 

“What?” 

“Ricky and Y/N. They made a music video. Put it on.” Myka states, the group of them crawling onto Eren’s bed as he starts pulling up the video. 

The thumbnail already has him sick to his stomach. It’s you kissing Ricky’s cheek. The video starts with you and Ricky’s hands, playing the piano together, and it takes Eren all but three seconds to realize that this is the horrible, gut-wrenching response he was waiting for. 

His first cue? Not only are the two of you playing the piano together, but you and Ricky are wearing matching, beaded bracelets with each other’s names on them. Like the ones you and Eren have, the one he keeps on him at all times. 

The camera pans up to the two of you and Ricky starts singing, which earns him a nice list of profanities from Lana at his side. 

Do I look lonely? I see the shadows on my face People have told me I don't look the same Maybe I lost weight I'm playing hooky with the best of the best Put my heart on my chest so that you can see it, too I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall The lace in your dress tangles my neck, how do I live?

His second cue? The dress you’re wearing in the video, the one with the lace, is one he knows all too well. 

“Okay so, Eren. I have to find a dress to wear for the album premiere tomorrow. And it's my first album and it's special and I want it to be perfect. Something kind of soft and casual, since it’s just going to be just fans. Can you help me pick?” 

Eren nods as he flops back onto the soft plush of your bed, eyes focused on all the little pictures and knick knacks littered over the walls of your childhood bedroom. Participation awards for sports, signed letters from your teachers, and pictures of you and Colt doing karaoke. 

“Ew, Eren. Don’t look at those.” 

“What do you mean? You were such a cute baby.” 

Eren hopes your kids don’t inherit your messy hair genes as you walk up to his side and look at the picture - of you and Colt with little pink microphones in your hand and the little plastic crown on your head. 

“You know, you still do that.” 

“Do what?” 

“Everyone else holds the microphone at the top, their fingers nearly wrapped around the wire. You’re like the only person I know who holds it at the bottom - like you’re doing in the picture.” 

You roll your eyes as you gesture to the dress, asking for his opinion. Eren stands up, grabbing you by the wrist, to spin you around in the air. And he loves the sound of your laugh and how you berate him immediately after. 

“Eren. Be serious. What do you think?” 

“Perfect. Wear this one.” 

“But it’s black - it doesn’t really fit the vibe that I wanted to go with.” 

“Good point. No one should see you in this but me. Try another one on.” Eren states, placing a kiss on your neck before walking over to your bookshelf. 

"You're no help." you whine.

"I'm biased. You look good in everything, sweetheart."

He’s running his hands against the spines of your books, clearly bent and broken from reading them so much as you try on the next dress. 

“Love?” 

“Hm?” your voice comes out, all muffled from the sound of the closet door. 

“How many times have you read the Goblet of Fire? This spine is demolished.” 

He feels your limbs wrap around his neck and a kiss on his cheek as you lazily murmur into his skin. 

“Lots. Cedric Diggory was my first love.” 

“Oh? Really?” 

Eren turns around and makes it a point to pointedly glare at you, which you return with the sweetest, cheesiest of smiles as you tease him on. 

“Oh, of course. I’ve always had a thing for Hufflepuffs.” 

“Would you look at that? I’m a Hufflepuff too.” 

“No, you’re not. You’re a Ravenclaw, Eren.” 

“I was expecting you to say Slytherin.” 

“No, I feel like that’s a cop-out answer. You’re intelligent, creative, and clever. Ravenclaw.” 

Eren smiles as he brings his hands down to your wrists again, spinning you in the air again. He brings his hands up to your hair to tuck your hair behind your ears before responding. 

“Nope. Very pretty, but too formal for something small like this.” 

“I appreciate the honesty this time, mon chéri. I only have one more, so it better be the one.” 

Eren leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“What was that for?” 

“I love it when you speak French to me.” he whispers. 

Eren watches you roll your eyes as you disappear into your closet again. He settles into the seat at your desk, flipping through the song lyrics in your bound notebook.

And he doesn’t miss the polaroids you have taped into certain pages - the one of the two of you at the vow renewal on your invisible string page and one of him at the piano on the New Year’s Day page. 

“Okay, Eren. Good?” 

Eren turns around to find you shyly smiling at him, hands tucked behind your back. It’s a soft white dress, with a lace neckline. Eren thinks it makes you look like an angel. He makes it a point to stand up just so he can push you onto the bed behind you and lean right over you. 

“Eren.” 

He leans forward and starts peppering kisses all over your cheeks and your face, leaving longer lingering ones in your neck that leave you in a fit of nervous giggles and saying his name so softly it only sets him off more. 

“It should be illegal-” 

Kiss. 

“To look like this.” 

Kiss. 

“You’re doing this on purpose.” 

Kiss. 

“Doing what?” 

“Trying to drive me crazy, love.” 

“Am not, Eren. It’s just a dress.” 

“It’s never just a dress with you. Be serious, Y/N.” 

He watches your eyes go wide, a soft pink dusting your cheeks. Your hands are resting on his face and he swears they’re shaking, your arms trembling along with them. Eren brings his hand to your cheek, softly brushing across the skin once. 

“Hey. What is it?” he whispers. 

“You said my name.” 

“I say your name all the time.” 

“No, no. You always call me love or sweetheart.” 

“Do you like it when I say your name, Y/N?” 

He watches the blush spread across your cheeks again as you nod, the sweetest smile on your face. 

“I like how you say it. Y/N.” 

“I love your name. Though, it’s missing something.” 

He watches you frown, the confused look spreading across your face. 

“What’s that?” 

“My last name at the end.” he responds, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“Ew, Eren. That was so corny.” 

He brings his hands down to the side of your dress, where the zipper lies and starts pulling down. He watches the shock spread on your face, immediately pulling back. 

“Are you crazy? Falco and Colt are still here even if my parents aren’t.” 

“Falco is sleeping over across the street. And Colt is definitely at a party and pretending not to be. Who takes limes and salt to a study session? He definitely needs those for the drinks, silly girl.” he responds, sliding the dress off your shoulders and burying his face in the crook of your neck, leaving lazy kisses all over your skin. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm?” 

“Chelseaiswatching.” you murmur. 

“Huh?” 

“Chelsea is watching.” you whisper.

“Who the fuck is Chelsea?” he asks, the panic laced in his voice. 

You point over his shoulder and he immediately rolls his eyes when he sees her, bringing his hands up to pinch your cheeks. 

“Are you being serious? You can’t kiss me back because your stuffed animal is watching?” 

“Eren. It’s weird, I’ve had her since I was a kid. And my dad bought her for me.” you whine. 

“And you think she’s going to narc on you?” 

“No. It’s the principle, Eren! Don’t do inappropriate things when kids or kid-like things are present.” 

Eren stands up, making it a point to pick up your stuffed animal and bury it in the back of your closet before he returns, hands on his hips. 

“Okay. Anything else? Do I need to put tape over your posters of Loid Forger doesn’t watch us doing it?” 

“Now that you say it, it’s actually-” 

“Too bad.” 

And well after being tangled in the sheets together, Eren pretends not to be offended when you pull on a hoodie and immediately get out of bed and reach for your notebook and your pen instead of cuddling with him after. 

You crawl back in the bed next to him, where he immediately rests his head in your lap and starts groaning. You reach forward to push the messy hair out of his face and make a mental note to cover up the purple skin on his neck later so Colt doesn’t hang you at the cross whenever he comes back. 

“Did I get you that inspired that you can’t hold me right now?” 

“Basically. You’re my muse, Eren.” 

“What’s the song called, Y/N?” 

“Dress.” 

“Clever. I wonder what it’s about.” he responds, pressing kisses along your thigh, consecutively going higher with each kiss. 

“Eren. Are you serious? It’s only been like ten minutes.” you respond, the nervous jittery feeling growing in your stomach. 

“It’s like vitamins. Can’t go without it.” 

“Do not refer to it as vitamins. And you can technically go without vitamins, if you’re like really healthy.” 

“Quit being a know-it-all. You know I meant like medicine.” 

“Eren.” you respond, a warning tone in your voice as you keep scribbling your lyrics out. 

“You get two minutes to finish what you’re writing and then I’m throwing that book out the window.” he responds, his breath on the inside of your legs tickling you. 

Eren knows you’re trying to drive him crazy and not in the way he likes. And it’s working. And Ricky’s all too agitating singing voice doesn’t make it any better. 

The death of a bachelor Oh oh Seems so fitting for Happily ever after (woo) How could I ask for more? A lifetime of laughter At the expense of the death of a bachelor

Eren watches you and Ricky dancing through the streets, while Ricky sings on and on about happily ever after, and he can’t help but slam the computer shut and all but push the group of them out of his room. And when he closes the door, all he can do is cry and hope they can’t hear him.

--

You peek out the window and count seven black cars and fourteen different people standing on the block, anxious faces craning up with shining black cameras in their hand. You feel a hand on your shoulder and know the ice cold hands can only be Ricky. 

“Hey.” 

“How many?” 

“Fourteen.” you groan, giving him a frown as you yank your shoulder out from under his hand and walk past him. 

You head to the vanity, where you’re going to place your last finishing touches on your outfit. Ricky’s quick to follow and lean into your space, with a smirk pressed on his face. 

“Ricky.” 

“Yes, babe?” 

“Ew. Do you need something? Or are you all up in my space for fun?” 

“For fun! You smell really good.” 

You make it a point to lightly shove him back, which you both laugh at as you clip on the sparkly necklace, making it a point to not move suddenly at all from this moment forward. 

It would be infinitely embarrassing if you ripped the first designer dress you wore. Especially when you have to return it later. 

Ricky swings his hand around you from the back and holds a cupcake in front of your face, a glimmering blue candle lit in the middle. You give him a questioning look in the mirror. 

“Baby’s first Met Gala!” 

You snort as you blow out the candle, taking it from his hands and pulling the wax out. 

“You’re welcome, by the way.” Ricky says. 

“For?” 

“The cupcake! And getting you invited to the Met Gala.” 

You smack his shoulder, giving him your angriest look, before you both laugh. 

“You’re a prick. I got invited all on my own.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.” he responds, sarcastically. 

“What flavor is the cupcake?” 

“Chocolate.” 

“Eh. I like vanilla.” you respond, swiping the frosting off the top with your finger. But before you can lick it, Ricky reaches for it first and swipes it right off your finger. 

“I mean, I was going to eat that, Ricky.” 

“I only like the frosting of the cupcake.” 

“Well, I only like the frosting too. Especially when it’s not the flavor of cake I like.” 

You hand Ricky the rest of the cupcake and grab your purse as you head out. You press the button on the elevator and both slide in when it opens, the anticipation of the fourteen people waiting outside for you and the hundred more who will be at the event sitting on you. You must be making some weird face because Ricky catches on to it super fast. 

“Just relax. It’s just paparazzi, not flying to the moon.” 

“I know that. I just feel like I’m not entirely here at the moment. And they’re all going to ask me about Girlfriend and you and Eren and I just-” 

You still haven’t encountered the press after the entire thing, despite most of the tabloids writing things in your favor. Because rehashing the worst thing that’s ever happened for you in the two seconds the paparazzi talk to you and have it become a whole convoluted story is not something you’re ready for. 

After the entire thing went down, you retreated to your room for one day. One day. With full intentions to mope for the rest of your life, because you would never live this down. And because the entire ordeal was so overstimulating, so stressful that you need to rest.  

Until Danny and Sareen dragged you out by the legs and forced you to film a music video with Ricky. Then go to his debut of the song and the music video in Times Square. And then they granted you your beauty rest, but then that stupid voice in your head got the best of you and you couldn’t help but watch what everyone said about the entire thing after the event. 

People thought the entire Girlfriend thing was really tasteless. Because it was. Ricky did a bunch of interviews, where he just talked you up and how the entire thing was ridiculous in his opinion. They thought it was sweet of Ricky to come to your defense with Death of a Bachelor and that your official debut as a couple was one for the books. 

You’ll take a win where you can get one. 

Everyone sided with you, which was nice. Fans wise but also from your real friends. Connie, Marco, Mikasa, and Jean were at your side the entire time, which you appreciated. 

Connie was the one that convinced you that “you had the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever” and filmed a video of you, Jean, Mikasa, and him dancing to Girlfriend and posted it. 

Which was your favorite part of the entire thing, not because of the song, but because they were there for you through the entire thing. That Connie could make something mortifying funny for you. A bad memory a good one. A true testament to his support. 

Unlike some people. People’s inquisitive eyes leave no stone untouched and now rumors of a fallout between you and Historia are flying around, when she’s the only one to not publicly come to your defense. And you get it, she doesn’t have to. What you don’t understand is why she won’t return any of your calls. 

Ricky reaches down and grabs your hand, locking his fingers in yours as he gives you a smile, bringing you back down from the thoughts. 

“I won’t leave you, okay? Danny and Sareen said I should handle all those questions anyways.” 

“And if Lana comes up to me?” 

“Spit in her face. She’s really annoying.” 

“And if Eren comes up to me?” 

“I’ll give you a big kiss.” 

“Ew. Don’t do that.” 

“I love it when you act disgusted by me.” 

You snicker as the elevator rings and the door swings open. You’re immediately flooded with a mound of flashing lights as Ricky grabs your hand and drags you through the crowd into the fresh air. And it only gets worse outside because not only are the cameras outside bigger, but the reporters are louder. 

Are you and Ricky official? 

Eren and Hyla are rumored to be dating. Do you have any comments on that, Y/N? 

Can you tell us anything about your upcoming record, Ribbons? 

Ricky ducks your head into the car first before sliding in himself, tapping on the seat ahead of him as the car speeds off. You let go of Ricky’s hand, wiping the sweat against your dress, immediately freezing when you remember you’re supposed to return it at the end of the night. 

“Now was that so bad?” Ricky asks, giving you a winning smile. 

“Literally, yes! I wasn’t expecting them to be in the lobby.” 

“Cmon, you nailed it. I was there, wasn’t I?” 

“Quit trying to flirt, Ricky. You suck at it.” you grumble, which he laughs at. 

The car comes to a screeching halt and you give Ricky a weary smile as he walks out first, making it a point to open the door for you on the other side. You wrap your arm around his as you both walk the carpet, giving glimmering smiles every time you walk a few paces. 

You make mental notes of those standing on the steps behind you and you catch sight of them. Eren and Hyla, in the center of the carpet. Eren’s lifting his hand to twirl her in the middle, with consecutive clicks from the cameras. And you can see Sukuna right behind them, pretending to gag with Maki and probably ruining all the picutres.

You smile, making it a point to sit with Sukuna later because he’s so wildly unserious that it’s probably the only thing you could tolerate on a day like this. And it would really piss off Eren.

Mikasa and Jean are smiling at you from behind the ropes, Mikasa giving you a sweet smile and mouthing that you look great. She points at a spot towards the left and you nod, signaling that you’ll meet her there after. 

Out of the periphery of your eye, you catch sight of it. The giant cat in the middle of the runway. You tap Ricky on the shoulder, pointing it out to him. 

“Oh god.” 

“At the Met Gala? That’s so unserious.” you respond. 

“Ten bucks it’s Gojo.” 

“That’s such a lame bet. I know for a fact that’s Gojo. He’s the only type of dumbass to show up to the Met Gala dressed up as a big white cat with blue eyes.” 

You both lean closer together, making a point to make sure the paparazzi are taking pictures of you two all close to each other. The head of the cat pops off and surely enough, a very excited Satoru Gojo is now running in circles around in the middle of the carpet. And blocking every girl standing on the side.

You don’t miss Geto standing ten paces behind with Shoko, the two of them very loudly declaring that they, in fact, do not know or associate with that man.

“You owe me ten bucks.” 

“I never agreed to that, Ricky.” 

Ricky leans forward and plants a warm kiss on your cheek, earning a nice symphony of cooing from the photographers on the other side. 

“Oh?” 

“We both got it right. So we both get a reward.” he responds, tapping his left cheek. 

You roll your eyes as you stand on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek and consequently wipe your glittery lip gloss off his face after. You give the cameras a smile and wrap your arm around his again as you walk farther down the carpet towards the interviewers. 

“Y/N. You look gorgeous!” 

“Thank you! So do you.” 

“Is there anything you can tell us about your third upcoming album, Ribbons? What’s your favorite track on the album?” 

“Thank you for asking! I think Ribbons is a mix of a lot of feelings I’ve had lately - specifically good, warm, and positive feelings. I-I think that being negative is something that’s really easy to do, especially when you’re in my position, but I try to keep my music feeling like sunshine on a nice day, because who likes to focus on the bad when you can just be the good. My favorite track on the album is seven, a song that I’ll be performing inside later today with one of my best, best friends who I wrote it with.” 

“That’s sweet. Are any of these positive feelings a consequence of your new beau, Ricky James?” 

And right on cue, Ricky’s on your side, tilted eyes glimmering in the camera. 

“I know for a fact they are. She loves to write songs about me.” 

“That’s a bold statement coming from you, Ricky.” you respond. 

“I’m a bold guy.” Ricky responds, giving you a wink. 

“Speaking of writing songs, Y/N. How do you feel about songs being written about you? Songs like Girlfriend?” 

The reporter looks way too excited at this part now. You look at Ricky before answering, who gives you a subtle nod. The answer you practiced with Sareen and Danny. 

“I think it’s flattering.” 

“Really?” 

Ricky slides his hand around your waist and smiles, finishing off the rest of the answer for you. 

“Oh, it’s totally flattering. I mean, I’d be really intimidated if I was comparing myself to someone like Y/N here too. She’s quite literally at the top of her game, in every sense, and it’s easy to feel less than when you’re comparing yourself to a future triple threat. So we get the thought process behind it.” 

“Ricky.” 

“It’s true, Y/N. Personally, I think they should pick London Boy from her discography as the song selection. But that’s just me.” 

You smile at each other as you give the interviewer a polite nod, giving each other a thumbs up as you walk around the floor. You finally get to stop near Jean and Mikasa, who are very obviously already wine drunk, from the way their cheeks are tinted pink. 

“Wow, Jean. It hasn’t even been two hours yet.” you respond, placing your hand flat against his cheek to see how much his skin is burning. 

“I hate this type of shit.” Jean responds, grumbling. 

“Jean. How drunk are you? Don’t tell me you’re imagining cats walking around are you?” you ask, feigning concern. 

“Huh? That cat isn’t real?” 

“You’re actually seeing cats?!” Mikasa asks, catching on. 

“THERE’S A REAL CAT HERE, MIKA. LOOK.” Jean says, pointing at Satoru who is now lying face down on the red carpet. 

"Jean."

"Y/N. MIKASA. I'M SO SERIOUS I SWEAR THERE'S A REAL CAT. IT TALKED TO ME EARLIER. IT TOLD ME I SHOULD HAVE DRESSED UP AS A HORSE WITH IT."

“Oh, sweetheart. We should go inside, you’ve had too much. You always do this, Jean.” Mikasa says, shaking her head as she leads him in. Mikasa turns her head over her shoulder and gives you a wink, before she walks straight into the venue. 

Geto and Shoko come up to your side after they catch you staring at Gojo - who's now doing the worm in his cat suit on the floor - as they both give you polite hugs. The three of you stand against the wall to watch him take the spotlight away from anyone who was hoping to have it. 

“Can you believe you’re married to that guy?” you ask Geto. 

“Please don’t remind me. It pains me everyday.” 

“He wore the cathead to my house the first day he got it. I was hosting a vigil for one of my neighbors.” Shoko states, placing a cigarette between her teeth. 

You snort at the thought of Gojo, in his fully exuberant energy, trotting into a room of people mourning with the cat head on.

Megumi and Yuuta join the group of you as you now watch Yuuji - whose actually dressed in a nicely styled suit - have a dance off with Cat Gojo on the red carpet. 

You nudge Megumi in the side. 

“Can you believe you’re dating that guy?” 

“We’re breaking up.” Megumi responds, earning a laugh from the group. 

“I can’t tell what’s worse. The fact that they’re dance battling at the Met Gala or that Yuuji is horrendously losing to Gojo wearing a twelve pound cat-suit.” 

“Yuuji losing.” you all respond in unison. 

“I think Cat Gojo is going to haunt me in my dreams.” you respond. 

“Get this, Y/N. It’s not Cat Gojo. It’s Catoru.” Yuuta responds. 

“Don’t tell me he trademarked it already.” 

“He did.” they all respond in unison. 

"Geto. Shoko. When you burn that thing in the flames of hell, I want a video." you state.

"That's a promise, kid." Geto responds, with Shoko giving an affirmative nod.

You turn to your left to find Ricky standing at your side, with his arm wrapped around John. Historia’s ex-boyfriend. You give the group of them a polite nod as you walk away and join Ricky at your side. 

“Y/N. This is my friend, John. He’s been looking forward to meeting you.” 

“Hi. Y/N.” you respond, making every effort to emphasize the flatness in your voice. 

“John. Nice to meet you.” he responds, holding his hand out which you refuse to touch. 

“Play any chess games lately?” you ask, making a pointed reference to Historia’s song. 

He glares and you watch the smile on Ricky’s face drop. You give your best, sickly sweet smile as you wait for a response. 

“That’s right. You acted in Attack on Titan so you must be friends with Historia.” 

“Very good friends.” you respond. 

“Okay John, we’re going to go in. I’ll see you in a sec, yeah?” Ricky responds, hands increasingly hard on your biceps as he drags you a few paces away. 

“Ouch, Ricky. Get off.” 

He’s leaning close to you, whispering in your ear earlier like you two were when Satoru came in, except this is nowhere near as fun as last time. 

“What’s your problem?” 

“What’s yours? He’s not a good guy, Ricky.” 

“I’ve made every effort to be friends with your friends. You could and should be doing the same for me, Y/N.” 

“And I will. For your friends who aren’t groomers, Ricky.” 

Ricky glares at you before giving you a smile and pressing a kiss to your forehead with the paparazzi so close, before dragging you into the venue with him. You settle into your seat next to Ricky, craning your neck to see where the rest of your friends are sitting, all the way on the other side of the room. 

You turn to the girl sitting next to you and whisper in her ear. 

“Hi. I’m Y/N.” 

“I-I know who you are. I’m a big fan.” 

“I’m really sorry to ask you this then. But you see that guy right there, pink hair, those two little scars near his eyes. Could you go and switch seats with him? He’s sitting in between Megumi Fushiguro and Yuuta Okkotsu, so I can at least promise it’s a better seat than this one.” 

She looks over and gives you an affirmative nod. You squeeze her shoulder as you watch her stomp over, Sukuna turn back to give you a questioning look, before letting the girl take his seat and striding over to sit next to you with two cups in his hands. 

He sits on the chair to your left, making it a point to spread his legs as far as he can on his chair, and glare at Ricky as he sits down. 

“What do you want, doll?” 

“Nothing. I got bored.” 

He shrugs as he places the second cup in front of you, which you pick up. And then immediately spit back up, because it’s just straight vodka. 

“Shit. My bad, doll. That’s mine.” 

“You’re drinking straight vodka? No chaser?” you ask. 

“Imagine doing this shit sober. I’d drive myself half insane.” he murmurs. 

You switch the cups and drink yours again, pleasantly surprised by a warm, sweet latte. 

“Sukuna. How’d you know?” you ask. 

“Eren told me.” 

You look over at him, giving him your best glare. 

“As if you’d talk to Eren.” you snort, craning your neck to find him on his phone, next to Hyla’s who is fixing her hair. 

“We talk. It’s just not pleasant.” 

“Yeah. My preferred coffee order is just so horrible to talk about.” 

“You wouldn’t believe it. Poor guy mopes about you so much it even makes me depressed.” 

Ricky taps aggressively on your shoulder, leaning over into your space.

“I’m going to go sit with John.” Ricky states, angrily. 

“Okay?” you respond. 

“Okay? That’s it, Y/N?” 

“Do you need a formal, written invitation? Or does she need to hold your hand and walk you there so you don’t get lost?” Sukuna responds, glaring at him. 

Ricky gets irritated at Sukuna’s response and storms off, which just has Sukuna moving his chair so that you can both prop your legs up on it. You’re both switching off on sharing your drinks - mixing Sukuna’s alcohol with your latte and watching all the performances. 

“Are you performing?” Sukuna asks. 

“Yeah. With Marco, right before Eren.” 

“Real cute. Is it that same fluff shit you always write?” 

You smack him hard on the shoulder. 

“Asshole. That fluff shit is Multi-Platinum, dumbass.” 

“I get that. But I’m saying, you should write something more serious than that. Instead of penting up all that rage in your forehead, you should write it in a song. Quit letting real stupid girls call you stupid in songs.” 

“I can’t. My record doesn’t really like the idea of that.” you respond. 

“So? You’re the artist and it’s your music. Write whatever you want. Don’t be a chickenshit.” 

“It’s not that simple, Sukuna.” 

“No. It literally is. You’re just chicken.” 

“It’s not about chicken, Sukuna. My record was the one who took a chance on me and to some extent, I have to follow that. And they’ve made me Multi-Platinum so far so who am I to not listen to them?” 

“God. You’re pathetic.” 

“And you’re an asshole, Sukuna.” 

“Do you want to kiss now?” 

You reach forward to smack his face, which elicits a laugh from him. 

“You never change, do you Sukuna?” 

“Best thing about me, doll. You should learn to piss people off like I do. It’ll actually relieve some of that tension. And flirting is good for your health.” 

“We can’t all afford to be feather rustlers like you.” 

“You could. I’m sure people would eat it up - the whole sweet girl saying her mind type thing. I’ll give you lessons on how to talk your shit sometime instead of letting idiots like that do it for you.” 

He points over at Ricky, whose glaring bullets at the two of you. You give him a gesture, which he completely ignores as he turns over to whisper in John’s ear. 

“Out of all guys, you had to pick that one? When you tweeted that you were charged with murder, I thought you were being serious and got really excited for a second.” 

“Danny and Sareen picked him. That’s not my fault.” 

You feel a tap on your shoulder and see the usher, signaling that it’s time for you to perform. You nod and turn to Sukuna, who's already getting up from the chair. He presses a kiss to your cheek before you walk off to the other side where Marco’s waiting. 

--

Eren’s sitting towards the end of the bench, hands pressed under his legs, when he watches you take the stage with Marco, a glittering smile on your face.

And in your billowing, white dress, there’s only one thing Eren can focus on. The fish tattoo, right on display. He instinctively reaches for his own, hidden under the fabric of his clothes, and thinks about how your sweet, flowery smell was always overwhelming, even in a disgusting tattoo parlor. 

And when Eren catches sight of Marco at the piano, Eren knows you’re a temptress to everyone and not just him. Exhibit A? You convinced Marco to sing in public with you. 

“Hi everyone. My name is Y/N.” 

Everyone breaks into a loud applause and Eren thinks that the wolf-whistling in the corner is Mikasa, who he’s convinced is shit-faced by the way her cheeks are glowing pink. 

“Thank you. Um, can we just take a minute to give a second round of applause to my sunshine boy, Marco, here? He’s not a big singer and I’ve all but forced him to do this with me, so let’s all give him some love.” 

The crowd claps again and Eren knows for a fact that the wolf-whistling this time is Jean, who is actually plastered. 

“This song is off my new album, called Ribbons, and it’s called seven. The idea of this song kind of came up randomly. I told Marco that it was kind of sad that I don’t have any of the childhood friends I did when I was a kid anymore. And Marco just responded by saying, ‘what do you mean, we’ve been friends since we were seven?’ And long story short, I jumbled out a nice mess of lyrics with Marco and Armin produced it after that and the song was finished. We hope you like it!” 

Marco starts playing a soft piano tune, accompanied by your light strumming on the guitar, and some part of it is so familiar, so you that it makes Eren’s heart ache. Not that Eren’s a big hater of your new, more pop songs like London Boy, but Eren’s always enjoyed your soulful, soft songs like this more.

They remind him of the soft parts of him that you only shared with him, when you used to be next him when he slept at night. 

Y/N:  Please picture me In the trees I hit my peak at seven feet In the swing Over the creek I was too scared to jump in But I, I was high in the sky With Pennsylvania under me Are there still beautiful things?

Eren fights the urge to snort. Of course, there’s still beautiful things. You’re standing right there.

And Eren knows he’s way too sensitive for this because hearing your soft, echoing voice when he’s about to sing a song about the last time he kissed you has him pushing his face into the table. Because there are tears in his eyes. 

Y/N:  Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you

Marco:  Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long

When you both finish, Eren watches you give Marco a big hug and a kiss on the cheek as you both walk off together. And then Eren’s trailing up to the stage where Historia’s waiting, the orchestral suite setting up their instruments and he feels his hands shaking at his sides. Historia gives him a smile, which he appreciates as he takes the front stand.

He hates it up here. He knows that flowery scent in the air is you. He manifested it by thinking about it and now it's suffocating him.

You lean against the wall with Marco, hands linked together, as you watch Eren readjust the microphone to his height and Historia sit at the piano. You make a fleeting second of eye contact with her and give her a smile, which she halfheartedly returns.

Eren’s hair is shorter, he’s cut it from the last time you’ve seen him. And he looks kind of tired, though you’re sure you look no better. 

“My name is Eren Jaeger. This is my new song, Promise, that I co-composed and wrote with my friend, Historia.”

You lean your head against Marco’s shoulder, who is giving you a warm squeeze on the shoulder, as you listen. 

I made a promise To distance myself Took a flight, through aurora skies Honestly, I didn't think about How we didn't say goodbye Just see you very soon

You pinch your eyes shut as you feel the breath constrict in your throat and tears warm in your eyes. 

“You okay?” 

“It’s Eren. Of course, I’m not okay.” you whisper. 

No matter how long I resist temptation  I always lose  It hurts to be something  It’s worse to be nothing with you I’ve done the math  There’s no solution  We’ll never last Why can’t I let go of this? 

As Eren goes on and on, that soft voice that’s lulled you to sleep hundreds of time is haunting you. And Marco’s reflexes to wipe your tears away fast are the only reason that people don’t catch on.

When Eren finishes, his green eyes meet yours and he gives you a painstakingly long look, before walking away. 

You don’t see him again that night. Or for a while. You figure it's better that way. Being in the same room but not talking is like nails on a chalkboard.

--

You lean over the counter, scrolling through the set of pictures Ricky just took, as you wait for the timer on your computer to count down.

Ricky circles his arm around your shoulder, as you both watch the seconds on the timer run out and the little display of confetti go around the screen. 

You refresh the tab on your Apple Music and you see it - your name and album cover displayed in bright colors right at the top banner. 

“How does it feel?” Ricky asks, watching you refresh your Spotify on your phone and watch the songs turn from grey to white, meaning they're now able to be played. 

“Good. I hope Historia calls me after she realizes that dorothea is about her.” you murmur, the notifications on your phone buzzing from Reiner, Levi, and Mikasa. You open Levi's first.

levi: We love the record, kid.

you: it's been out for five seconds.

levi: Just shut up and take the compliment, sometimes.

you: I love you, levi. give kisses to hange. i'll call you guys tomorrow.

“She will. Just relax.” Ricky states, as he watches you push up on the counter, legs dangling in the air after putting your phone down.

He reaches for the lowest drawer, pulling out a dark black box and placing it flat in the palm of your hand. 

“What’s this?” 

“A gift, before you go on tour. And I wanted to ask you something.” 

You nod, encouraging him to go on, as you look at the bracelet - a chain-linked, chunky silver bracelet with a heart charm right in the middle. 

“That’s custom made. From Tiffany, because it’s your favorite right?” 

“Yeah. Thank you, I really appreciate it.” 

“Well, I’m really proud of you. Ribbons is a great record and I’m sure you and I will be competing for Record of the Year in a few months.” 

You smile as Ricky leans closer, hands on both of your sides of the counter. 

“I think you’re really great. And-and I know we’ve been pretending but some part of this became really real for me and I think it did for you too. So I think we should quit playing around and do this for real.” 

You feel your throat dry as Ricky smiles at you, so excited and earnest, that you almost feel bad. For how you’re going to shoot him down. 

“Ricky. Oh. Um. Listen. You’re really great. I-I really like you. But I-I don’t know if I can do that right now.” you respond. 

“That’s okay. I don’t expect anything from you and I’m willing to be patient and all that. We’ll figure it out.” he responds, yanking the chain out of the box and reaching forward to secure it around your hand. 

“Listen. I-I don’t know if it’s all that. It’s just, I don’t. I like you Ricky but not like that. I just can’t do that right now.” 

Ricky leans back in confusion, dragging the necklace off your hand as you give him your most sincere smile. And you can’t help but feel bad for not liking him back. When he’s helped you out more times than you can count, with red carpets and defending you when he didn’t have to. 

But you can't help these sort of things.

“Listen. I-I can go home. I’ll take the trash and then leave so you can be alone, yeah?” 

“Okay. I appreciate that. Thank you for being honest.” 

You breathe a sigh of relief.

“Of course. And thank you for taking it well, I still appreciate what you’ve done and have a lot of love for you.” you respond, squeezing his shoulder as you walk past. 

You take the half filled bag of trash and walk out to the garage to swing the door open. There’s a decent amount of rain pouring down and you quickly scamper out admist it. You throw the bag over your shoulder and quickly run over to the chute to throw it down before running down to the door. 

Except when you reach for the handle, it doesn’t pull down. You jam it down, more aggressively this time as the heavy drops start matting your hair to your forehead. Giving up on the door, you run to the other side and rap your knuckles against the window, where Ricky’s back is still turned. 

He turns around and gives you a look, half opening the window. 

“Hey. Sorry, I accidentally locked the door on the way out.” 

“That wasn’t an accident. That was me.” Ricky responds, glaring at you. 

“Huh?” 

“That was me.” he responds, again. 

“Listen, I can’t really hear you and it’s really cold outside. Can you just let me in?” you ask. 

“Sorry, Y/N. I really like you but I just don’t know if I can do that right now.”

"Ricky."

He closes off the window and walks away all together. 

You can feel the panic setting in your chest - at the fact that you’re standing in the pouring rain in Seattle and you don’t know where to go. And that Ricky, nice and sweet Ricky, just locked you out.

You hunch over on your knees, yanking your phone out of your pocket to call Mikasa. She picks up on the first call and you can hear her and Jean screaming through the speaker. 

“TOP TEN ON THE CHARTS I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT.” they both scream, the sentence going over you’re head. 

“Mika. Mika, wait.” you whisper, the tears starting to fill your eyes. 

You’re thrown off by the screeching of tires and doors closing and you march over to Ricky’s side door. You lightly crack it open and spot seven paparazzi cars, parked straight on Ricky’s porch. 

Meaning. Not only did Ricky lock you out of his house in the pouring rain but he made sure to call the paparazzi so they can catch you the first chance he got. You quickly shut the door and run to the backside of the house, into the back streets by Ricky’s neighborhood. And the panic's starting to make your legs shake.

“Mika. You’re not still in Seattle, are you?” you ask, the panic laced in your voice. 

“No, babe. We’re in Tampa right now for Armin and Annie’s thing. We left a few days ago.” 

“Do you know anyone who is? This is urgent, Mika.” 

You hear Mikasa murmuring over the phone and suddenly Jean’s on the line, his voice more firm and collected than Mikasa’s. You can suddenly hear her panicking in the background, talking to a third voice you can’t identify. 

“Marco says your options are Eren or Historia. They’re both still in Seattle, though I think Eren’s closer to where you are. Call us when you’re safe. Immediately, Y/N.” Jean says. 

“Okay.” 

You can hear the sound of raised voices from the direction you came and you quickly hunch to the side. You try your best to wipe the wetness of your phone as you scroll for Eren’s contact and dial. 

He picks up on the first ring.

“Y/N?” he asks, voice raspy like he was sleeping. 

And at the sound of his voice, months after the fact, when you’re soaked to the bone in the rain, you can’t help but cry. 

“Eren?” you ask, voice breaking. 

“Y/N. What is it?” he asks, voice suddenly louder. 

“I need your help.”

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"No. No, I'm not hurt, but I could be? I don't know, Eren I-"  

“Say the word. What-what is it? I-I’m there. Just tell me what you need me to do, love."  

“I need you to come get me, Eren.” 

“I’m coming. Stay exactly where you are and on the line with me.”

--

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Star Fox Arena: Story Modes - Krystal (Preview!)

Folks on twitter have spoken and want to see a preview of Krystal’s story mode, so I have decided that, instead of making a google doc, I’ll post the first two scenes here on Twitter.

STAR FOX ARENA

Story Mode

Character: Krystal

Italics indicates unspoken inner monologue/narration

General Synopsis: Forty years ago, the “revolutionary” self-sustaining space colony Fortinbras disappeared. Now, it has suddenly returned, with no one responding to any transmissions sent to it.

The Star Fox team becomes involved when General Pepper sends them to investigate—namely, to locate a man named Jack Redmond, commander of the Warhounds militia who went to investigate the colony and sent out a distress call before going silent.

———

(A view of space.)

Space is a fascinating contradiction in and of itself. Vast, open emptiness, and yet so full of…things. Planets. Meteoroids. Lifeless detritus from decades of war, and millennia of astral objects both coming into existence and ceasing to be.

There are those who are fascinated by the vastness of space, and others who are utterly terrified by it. Honestly, I can see both cases.

If you ask me, there’s one thing that’s for absolutely certain: No matter who you are, there is a place for you in this vast universe.

Or at least, there was at one point.

Even having comfortably adjusted to my life as it is now…there are still pangs of yearning. The place where I was born and raised. I hadn’t even seen the entirety of the planet, gone beyond my homeland’s own borders, and it was wrenched away from me in an instant.

Everything, just a memory.

INT. GREAT FOX, KRYSTAL’S ROOM

The sound of the intercom pulls me from my thoughts.

R.O.B. 64

Attention, Star Fox Team: All personnel to the bridge.

We have a job, then? At least, a potential one. I stretch as I rise to my feet, making my way for the door. I can already hear the very distinct sound of Slippy running past on the other side.

The hall leading to the bridge is actually not that long, but as my memories continue to pull at me, it seems to extend before my very eyes.

And then, to my embarrassment, I understand it’s because my pace has slowed down. I pick up the pace to go to the bridge.

INT. GREAT FOX BRIDGE

I’m the last to arrive. Fox gives me a warm smile and a nod as I walk into the room. Falco is seated off to the side, distracted by a tablet in one hand as his other arm is resting atop the back of his chair. Peppy is at his own desk, and from what I can see of the screen, it appears he’s looking at criminal dossiers—in the time I’ve been part of Star Fox, I can recognize some of the faces that flash on the screen as career criminals. Slippy, in the middle of a conversation with Fox, gets distracted by something on Peppy’s screen and walks over to look. With that, Fox turns his attention to me.

FOX

You okay? You look kinda tired.

KRYSTAL

I’m fine, thanks—just got pulled out of my meditation unexpectedly.

FOX

Sorry about that. But a job like this can’t wait. General Pepper should be contacting us shortly, so I wanted everyone already present on the bridge.

KRYSTAL

I admit you have me curious.

FOX

I’m afraid I don’t know much myself—but the General said it was of the utmost importance.

I can sense a slight tinge of excitement from Fox. I can’t help but smile—while peace is the ideal, the thrill of a potential exciting battle is something that will always pull at him.

R.O.B. 64 interrupts.

R.O.B. 64

Incoming transmission from General Pepper.

FOX

On screen.

The bridge’s main computer flashes to a video feed—General Pepper, seated in his office, a grim expression upon his features. The rest of the team makes their way over to gather around the screen.

GENERAL PEPPER

Star Fox—I’m grateful that you happen to be available. There have been some…developments that I would like to see dealt with as swiftly as possible.

FALCO

Nothing ominous about your tone, there.

SLIPPY

Falco!

FOX

Go ahead, General. What seems to be the problem?

GENERAL PEPPER

Are all of you familiar with the legend of the Fortinbras?

The others all seem to be immediately interested.

PEPPY

That’s a name I haven’t heard in decades…

SLIPPY

There’s so many theories about what happened…

FALCO

I’ve only heard the name.

KRYSTAL

I’m afraid I’m unfamiliar…

SLIPPY

Oh, that’s right! You likely wouldn’t know!

FOX

General, mind giving a general summary for Krystal?

GENERAL PEPPER

With pleasure.

GENERAL PEPPER

You see, decades ago there were plans to assemble a revolutionary, self-sustaining space colony. Some of the Lylat System’s greatest minds contributed to its design and construction. Even Andross himself was said to have worked on the project, before his…decline.

SLIPPY

The colony was supposed to be just the first of its kind!

GENERAL PEPPER

Yes. The colony was dubbed Fortinbras, and for five years it ran smoothly, as expected. Then, approximately forty years ago, it just….vanished.

KRYSTAL

Vanished?

GENERAL PEPPER

It went completely off the radar, along with the hundred-something people who were aboard. There were no indications before then that anything was out of the ordinary.

FOX

And if you’re bringing it up now, that could only mean…

GENERAL PEPPER

Yes. Approximately a week ago, the Fortinbras resurfaced, in the far reaches of our system. Any attempt to establish communication has failed. However, there are signs of electrical activity aboard the satellite.

GENERAL PEPPER

It had to have warped in somehow; there’s no way it could have done it on its own, and if it had drifted into Lylat we would have detected it long ago.

SLIPPY

Warping tech was just a concept back then, and even now it’s just basically a relay…could someone have outfitted it with some sort of relay to allow it to fast travel?

GENERAL PEPPER

That has been theorized, yes. We do not know who is aboard that colony right now, and I had planned to send the Warhounds faction in to conduct a sweep of it.

A hologram appears. The upper half of a canine, male, a bit older than most of us.

GENERAL PEPPER

This is Commander Jack Redmond of the Warhounds. He apparently scouted ahead to ensure the path was clear of hostiles for his team, but his ship has also fallen off the radar. However, as of twelve hours ago, a distress signal reached the Warhounds’ central command. It was brief, but it was just detectable.

GENERAL PEPPER

This is where Star Fox comes in. Your primary goal is to find out what happened to Commander Redmond. You may have to board the colony to do just that—be prepared, as the colony’s oxygen systems may not be active in parts of such a large, old facility to conserve power; who knows if it’s had routine maintenance?

I look toward Fox, as he crosses his arms in thought. Everyone seems to be studying him, waiting for a decision from their dependable leader. Fox has to consider not just his own safety, but all of ours. It’s a tough position for him to be in.

He turns to face the rest of us.

FOX

Thoughts?

FALCO

Why not search the junker, yeah?

SLIPPY

It’s a piece of engineering history! We have a chance to be the first people to board it in decades!

KRYSTAL

You’re assuming people aren’t already on board and just not answering any communications.

FOX

Think you’d be able to detect anyone on there if we get close, Krystal?

KRYSTAL

I can certainly try. If there are living people aboard, they’ll have brain waves.

FOX

We can establish if people are on board, and then move on from there.

Fox turns back to the General.

FOX

We’ll do it, General!

The ensuing conversation, and confirmation of details, slips away. My eyes focus on Fox, Falco and Slippy coming together. The three look thrilled at the prospect of this mission. There’s a clear, strong camaraderie between them. Sometimes, I’m kind of envious. It makes me think of the bonds I had back on Cerinia. Friends from all paths of life, coming together...laughing, crying, playing, comforting one another…

All of them…

I feel a lump in my throat, but force it back down. It occurs to me that Fox is looking at me. As the team disperses, he draws near and gingerly puts his hand on my shoulder.

FOX

You alright?

KRYSTAL

…yes. Thank you.

FOX

Any time. Just let me know; door’s always open.

Fox pulls his hand back and exits the room. I suppose it’s time I prepare myself, too.

SCENE 2

EXT. SECTOR Z

Sector Z is a graveyard of ships from battles long since past. In recent years due to a mix of scavengers and attempts at cleanup, the area has admittedly cleared up a fair bit. To think such great battles were happening in the skies above inhabited planets…

We disembarked from the Great Fox a while back to navigate the detritus floating about the area more easily. Falco’s taking the opportunity to show off a bit, zipping between two coasting, empty vessels about to collide with one another.

SLIPPY

Is now really the time, Falco!?

FALCO

Gotta make my own fun, sometimes.

FOX

Nothing’s coming up on radar yet…but we’re nearing the coordinates the distress signal was sent from.

SLIPPY

This place never stops creeping me out…

FALCO

Relax, Slip. We’re the only ones here other than a few scavengers, and they probably took off when the Great Fox arrived.

FOX

Hang on—what’s that?

The drifting vessels and debris move aside to reveal something large in the distance. Definitely not a wrecked ship.

SLIPPY

That’s gotta be it! Let’s move in closer!

FOX

Agreed, but everyone stay close together.

We proceed forward through the sector, until it becomes clearer—a large, intact vessel. The exterior looks like it’s seen better days, but it’s lit up.

FOX

No doubt about it—that’s the Fortinbras.

FALCO

It’s definitely active, so why’s no one responding to communications?

FOX

Krystal, do you feel anything?

I close my eyes and focus. My mind tries to feel the aether. I can feel something, but not sure what…

Like blips on a radar. Flashes. People. Life.

(Note: The following cinematic is the same for all Star Fox story modes.)

[The Star Fox team hovers in formation before the Fortinbras. Krystal has her hand out, eyes closed.]

KRYSTAL

It had to have warped in somehow; there’s no way it could have done it on its own, and if it had drifted into Lylat we would have detected it long ago.

There’s definitely people aboard. The feelings, though…they’re a mix.

FOX

A mix? What do you mean?

KRYSTAL

I don’t know how else to explain it…for one thing, what I do feel is very faint.

FALCO

Guys, don’t look now, but…the lights got brighter.

[The lights on the Fortinbras begin to grow brighter, then start fading. Slippy checks his screen.]

SLIPPY

Whoah! Electrical activity is building…!

[Krystal’s eyes snap open, as a bright green shockwave shoots out from the colony, catching the whole team in it as the screen fades to white.]

[sweetness-pop]

4 Years after their daughter Violett Lombardi was born, Falco Lombardi and Katt Monroe-Lombardi welcomed their 2nd child into the Lylat System on May 15, 18 ALW. Their son Ace Lombardi.

[sweetshoko]

you didn’t see that, falco.

tutoring falco grice was a good way to make some money. on the other hand, being around his brother wasn’t so bad either.

PAIRING(S); colt grice x reader, minor falco grice x gabi braun, platonic!hitch x reader, implied ymirhisu, implied sasha x niccolo

WARNING(S); alcohol use, parties, heated make out session, no smut (16+ & sfw)

WC; 7.4k

EXTRA(S); sfw college!au, tutor x tutoree’s older brother, colt is a humanities major, roommate!sasha, stereotypical college halloween party, sasha and niccolo have funny little matching costumes with connie

NOTE(S); again sry i do not have a beta reader so sry for any mistakes. happy valentine’s day!!!

— LESSON 1; RATIOS

Tutoring was an easy and convenient way of making money for you.

The tutoring center at Paradis University allowed you to work ten hours a week, helping out not only college students that needed help, but also nearby high, middle, and elementary schools with the goal of helping out the community for free. Fitting it in with your other classes and schoolwork wasn’t too hard. Plus, who would say no to getting a discount at the student store?

“We got a new client from that middle school full of geniuses,” Hitch announces from her side of the service area. “His name’s Falco and apparently he’s having a little trouble with math.”

“The genius middle school? You mean the one with the scary warrior mascot?”

“Yeah,” she replies, taking a sip of her coffee, “It’s an in house one, too. And I really do not feel like going.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes as Hitch stares you down. You know what she’s thinking in her head–’Please say yes, please say yes. I don’t wanna go.’ But you glare back at her until she groans.

“I’ll take you out to eat. My treat. Just don’t make me go all the way over there on four hours of sleep.”

“Alright, fine!”

“Yay!”

After Hitch jumps up to engulf you in a bear hug, you grab your backpack and enter the address on the paper slip into your phone.

The walk is short, only ten minutes, and you curse Hitch under your breath for being lazy as you ring the doorbell. This Falco’s house is quaint, located on the corner of a street, right by the grocery store plaza you usually go to. From behind the door, you can hear a gruff voice calling Falco’s name from the other side of the door and soon enough, you’re met with the sight of a tall blonde around your age.

“I’m here for Falco?” You tell him, giving the boy a polite smile.

“Y-Yeah, sure. I’ll get him for you. You can come in.”

He directs you to the couch without another word, avoiding eye contact, as you set up your laptop along with your notebook on the coffee table. Sure enough, a twelve year old boy sits down next to you with a paper and pencil on his lap. You hold out your hand for him to shake and he grips it loosely.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N). And you must be Falco.”

He nods, looking down at his lap rather than at your face. It’s common for kids to be reserved around new people and Falco was no different in that respect. Although, it makes your job just a little bit harder, so you decide to break the ice.

“Alright, Falco. Do you play any video games?”

His ears perk up at the question. “W-What?”

“I asked if you play any video games. If I’m going to be helping you with math today, I might as well get to know you a little bit.”

“W- Well, I really like Minecraft–”

“Me too! I like making farms there. Potatoes, carrots, wheat, everything. I used to play more when I had free time.”

“No way!” He jumps up from the couch eagerly, eyes lighting up with excitement. That wasn’t too hard. “Me and my friends have a server together, we share a farm and I have this huge mansion that I’m still building.”

Falco’s enthusiasm draws him into a more comfortable zone and after ten minutes of his rambling, you eventually shift the focus back onto a practice problem on ratios. After reading a problem about cake ingredients, you turn your head towards him and he looks back at you with an exasperated expression. “I’m sorry, Ms. (Y/N)… But I don’t really get it.”

You think for a moment and an idea pops into your head.

“Falco, if you were to make a stone pickaxe, how many sticks would you need?”

“Two.”

“Right. And if you had an unlimited amount of stone, how many pickaxes can you make with six sticks?”

“Three!”

“Good job, Falco! You just did a ratio problem.”

You hold your hand out for a high five and he returns the gesture enthusiastically. It was your favorite part of tutoring kids—seeing them finally get what they’re learning. “So it’s the same idea for the cake, right? Since the sugar is unlimited, I just have to figure out how many I can make with 6 cups of flour.”

“Yes. You got it now?”

“I think I can do these myself.” He responds happily.

He starts on his homework, muttering the arithmetic to himself while his brother comes out of his room to get a drink. Noticing Falco’s newfound focus, he shoots you a curious glance and you smile back, waving him off before he goes back inside.

You’re not blind. Falco’s brother is… handsome. You’d hate to admit it to yourself—Falco is your client and it’s unprofessional—but with his hazel eyes and pink cheeks, you can’t help but notice. It’s only a part of your instinct, though you knew you wouldn’t actively pursue him. It’s out of the question.

Eventually, about thirty minutes pass and Falco is done with only a few errors here and there, but you have him correct them himself. He’s really gotten down the basics and even though you just met this kid today, you feel proud of his efforts.

Before leaving to finish out the rest of your shift at the tutoring center, his brother comes out of his room to walk you out. Falco waves goodbye with a wide smile on his face.

“My name is Colt, by the way.”

“Colt.” You repeat to yourself, looking right into his eyes. His gaze falters a bit, but he still maintains eye contact. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He has a firm grip when he shakes your hand for the first time.

— LESSON 2; LINES

“The same kid from Tuesday added your name to his preference box. Looks like you’re popular.”

Your day is lightened up as Hitch hands you the pink slip with a wide smile on her face. “It’s neat, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“The last name’s Grice. You know who I’m talking about, right?”

“I don’t get it.”

“Oh my god!” she whispers loudly. Her face is close to yours when she speaks, hands remaining on your shoulders as if you missed a dramatic piece of information. “Colt Grice? Do you not remember?”

“I mean, Colt is the name of his cute older brother, yes… But I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“He was in our history class last semester,” she scoffs, “The one GE class that was so fucking hard for no reason? Remember the tall long face blonde man?”

“He was in our class?”

“Yes!” She replies as you gawk at her, “He’s literally friends with Annie!”

“I didn’t even notice he went here?”

“Liar. You’re fucking lying. And you’re too focused on school. Maybe have some fun once in a while. Go out. Kiss Falco’s older brother.”

“That’s very unprofessional. And I do have fun!”

“Yeah, but the tutoring center has been boring. I need you to do something mildly crazy.” She rolls her eyes as you lightly smack the back of her head.

“You’re vile. I’ll see you later, Hitch.”

You leave the tutoring center remembering the route to Falco’s house. This time, Falco is the one who lets you in, eagerly pulling you by your wrist to the couch. The coffee table is set with a new creeper plushie and an old laptop showing a familiar block game. “Look! I built a garden for my friend’s server! Do you like it?”

You smile, making yourself comfortable on the couch as his avatar walks around his new creation. “Of course I love it! I like how you made a pattern with all the different colored flowers, it’s really pretty!”

“Thanks,” he replies smugly, “And my brother got me this creeper yesterday! I’ve been wanting one for a while, but my parents wouldn’t get me one. Colt gave it to me, though!”

“Your brother must really take care of you.”

“He does.”

Just as you start to set your laptop on the table, Colt comes out of his room and into the kitchen. He notices you from the corner of his eye as he makes his cup of coffee, waiting for you to acknowledge him. Still, you haven’t shifted, finding a file on your computer instead while Falco sits next to you with a notebook on his lap. Not wanting to bother the two of you, he returns back to his room. He decides to find another time to talk despite the limited window you’ll probably have after the lesson.

You and Falco spend an hour connecting the ratio problem he was having trouble with last time to the basic line graph. He’s less tense than he was during the last session and the observation makes you feel content—not only is he more comfortable, he’s also getting better at solving problems. It must be a relief for him. But eventually, it’s time to go back to the tutoring center and check in with Hitch before you get off your shift.

“I- I have a question.”

“Yes, Falco.”

“Do you think you can come here every week? I’ve been doing better in school and- and I think you’re pretty cool. I’ve had another tutor before, but he was really scary.” He looks down at his feet, shuffling as he awaits your response.

“You can sign up for weekly sessions, just fill out the slip again and choose the option for it. Remember to get your brother or parent’s signature, alright?”

“Got it! I’ll see you next week again, Miss (Y/N).”

“I’ll see you! And you don’t have to call me Miss. I’m just a college student.”

When he hears your goodbyes for his room, Colt comes out to walk you to the front door just like last time, finally seeing his chance. You thank him once you’re on the doorstep, the sun setting on the horizon—a reminder that you should start walking back before it gets too dark.

“Thanks for helping out Falco. It really means a lot.”

“It’s really no problem. It is my job after all and plus, he’s a really sweet kid.”

Flashing him a smile, you make your way down the steps, but he calls out your name before you reach the sidewalk.

“Did you walk here?”

“Yes. It’s really only ten minutes away, I’ll be fine—“

“But it’ll be dark by the time you get on campus, are you sure?”

“To be honest, I can’t really afford to call an Uber right now, Colt. I would love to but my biology textbook really drained my checking account.”

“I’ll just drive you back, don’t worry about it.”

“What?” You turn around, backpack swinging along your shoulder. His cheeks are pink when he points at the car parked in his driveway. “You really don’t have to. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“I know we just formally met last week, but I’d hate it if anything happened to you, you know?” He rambles, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Just to be safe. I’m sure your friends have your location and everything. I’ll drive you back to campus. Or your apartment, too. I really don’t mind and Falco can handle being in the house alone for a little bit—“

“Don’t worry, I’ll take the offer,” you cut him off, walking towards the passenger seat of his car, “Plus, we did have a class together. And you know Annie. She’s my neighbor, after all.”

“You remember me?”

“Well, we both went to the extra credit studying sessions. Not that many people went.”

“Cool, cool.”

“Drop me off at the library first so I can clock out. Do you know where Annie lives?”

“Yeah, I’ve been there before.”

“Just take me to the parking lot. I really appreciate it.”

Before getting in the car, he goes back inside to tell Falco that he’s leaving, reminding him to not open the door to any strangers and leaving some food out for his snack.

The car ride to the library is nearly silent aside from the music playing on the speakers, but it’s short, only taking a solid two minutes. Despite having a class together, you two had never spoken outside of Falco’s tutoring sessions, but you’re not uncomfortable in any way. You couldn’t really find a reason to distrust Colt other than the fact you didn’t know him too well, but he was also kind enough to drive you home.

When you get to the library, Hitch greets you by grabbing your wrists. There’s a mischievous smile on her face as you plop your backpack down on the floor, rummaging the front pocket for your wallet. It’s unnerving and you glare at her until she stops hovering around you. “What? I haven’t even started talking.”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

“Well. Did you talk to him?”

“Only small talk. Because I go to that house to do my job. Not fuck my tutoree’s old brother.”

“Boring.”

“And I also have to go. I’m tired.”

“Noooo…” she whines, pulling you into a bear hug, “Please don’t go. It’s so boring and I have two hours left.”

“I just said I’m tired. Sasha’s boyfriend is also coming over to cook. You know. The chef.”

“Tch, that’s not even until later? Are you in a rush or something?”

“Not really. I just don’t wanna keep my ride waiting.”

“The bus comes every 15 minutes, you’ll be fine. Unless…”

“Hitch, no—“

There’s not really a way to prevent Hitch from looking outside the window. She works right next to it after all, but you know how it looks to her. She turns to you with a smirk, staring at you for a few seconds before asking.

“Why is Colt Grice parked in front of the library, hm?”

“Because he offered to bring me home… And he’s a nice guy.”

“Interesting. I’ll see you tonight at dinner.”

“You can’t just barge into my apartment because you live next to me—“

“Bye!”

Hitch practically pushes you out the door as Colt waves at you, readjusting his posture while you get into the car. “Did you clock out okay?”

“Yeah. Do you know Annie’s roommate by the way?”

“Hitch? Yeah, she’s pretty funny. Her and Pieck have been the reason for my hangovers lately, but they’re really nice.”

“You, too?”

“Yeah. She always says something along the lines of ‘Have more fun!’ or ‘Stop being so boring.’ And then I end up with the worst headaches of my life the next morning.”

“She still says that to me even outside of parties. I adore her, though.”

“Me, too. They’re fun people.”

Both of you share a few moments of comfortable silence before the conversation carries on. Talking to Colt is easy, he’s not as intimidating as he looks. Despite his muscular build and height, the tone of his voice remains gentle. He hands onto every word you say, making a comment here and there when something comes to mind, but never interrupting your rambling.

“Falco’s a real sweet kid.”

“He really is. He cleans his room, he does all his chores properly which is odd considering how I was when I was 12. But I’m really lucky to have a little brother like him.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, do you guys live with your parents?”

“No, actually. They live about an hour away, but they wanted to send Falco to the nice middle school while I went to Paradis so that he can get into good schools when it’s time for him to go to college. It worked out ‘cause once I got out of the military, he was just entering middle school.”

“Military?”

“Yeah. It was a rough time, but I’m here now!”

“I’m glad,” you respond with a soft tone, admiring the view of his face from the passenger seat, “Well, what are you majoring in?”

“Humanities. Minoring in Spanish and German so that I can become a translator. I got stationed in Europe for a long time before getting out. What about you?”

“Chemical engineering.”

“No wonder you’re so good at math,” he pauses with a grin, “Falco talks about you when you’re not around, you know?” He takes a quick glance at you before focusing his eyes back on the road.

“Really?”

“Well, he was really struggling before I signed him up for the tutoring program. And that plus the fact you also play Minecraft probably got him to like you so much.”

“I’m happy that I get to tutor a kid like him. Honestly.”

When he gets to the parking lot of your apartment complex, he waits for you to get into the building before driving off. Waving goodbye, you feel giddy walking up the steps to your apartment.

— LESSON 3; GIRLS???

After a month, going to the Grice household becomes one of the highlights of your week. Every time you rang the doorbell, you were able to hear Falco’s heavy steps towards the door and once you came in, you were welcomed by the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Colt always made an extra cup for you and every week it got harder and harder to leave.

Falco was almost like a little brother to you. Before starting his homework, he’d let you know about what he’d been building that week, teachers that bothered him, the funny things that his friends Udo and Gabi had said. You weren’t expecting to form such a close bond to the boy, but you’re glad that he chose you as his math tutor.

Although, today, he seemed a little more jittery. He’s definitely nervous—you can tell by the way he wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, his inability to maintain eye contact during small talk. It reminds you of the first time you met the kid.

“C- Can I ask you a question before we start?”

“Yeah, Falco. Is there something bothering you?”

“I- I…”

“Yes?” You wait for him to speak,

“W- What stuff do girls like?”

“Huh?”

The question takes you off guard, but you gradually grow excited to answer it. After all, this might be Falco’s first crush and the thought makes you feel all warm inside. He’s too adorable.

“Like what they might like about a boy. Or just in general. Actually, I know, b- but—“

“Is there someone at school you like?”

Falco turns a bright shade of red, spreading from his cheeks all the way up to his ears. He can’t look you in the eye, only fumbling with the bottom of his t-shirt. Meanwhile, Colt stays behind the wall leading to the living room, listening intently. As much as he knows he should respect the privacy of the conversation, how could he? His little brother has a crush! And who knows when Falco would develop the courage to tell him about it.

“Y- Yes.”

“What’s her name?”

“Gabi…”

It takes Colt a lot of self control not to pop out from behind the wall. So Reiner’s little sister. It just makes sense. They’ve been family friends since elementary school and ever since he moved down here, he and Gabi have spent a lot of time together. She’s threatened bullies for him and he’s stayed by her side through her most embarrassing moments. God knows she’s had a lot of them. Gabi Braun? She is 100% Colt approved, not that it matters what he thinks, but she is.

“Well, what do you like about her?”

Colt can see your face right now, your eyes are probably shining bright with a smile so sweet that it makes his teeth rot. He’s noticed that your tone becomes gentle when the conversation gets close to heart. And this? This is definitely close to Falco’s heart.

“She’s tough. I’m not tough like her, but she’s enough for the both of us. When I first moved, people at school were mean to me, but she always came out of nowhere to help. She’s also really smart. I don’t know why so many people think she’s dumb, but she’s good at everything. Even though she beats me at a lot of games without going easy on me, I still like her. I don’t know. I just like her. I think about her all the time and I don’t know what to do about it.”

It takes a lot of willpower to not internally combust. You’re not sure if he realizes it, but it was probably the cutest thing you’d ever heard.

“Well, Falco, you’re a sweet boy and I’m sure she would like you for that. When you’re ready, you should tell her about how you feel. It sounds like she’ll stay friends with you no matter what happens.”

“Wait! You don’t think she likes me?”

“I’m sorry, Falco! I didn’t mean it like that!” You semi panic, nearly scrambling your words, “I mean in the case she didn’t! I mean, she did fight off bullies for you. So I guess I’m just trying to say you mean a lot to her. Romantic feelings or no feelings. ”

“You think so?”

“Of course I do. But you have to respect whatever feelings she has for you. Even if she doesn’t like you back, okay?”

“Got it,” he wipes the sweat off his forehead, “Do you really think it’ll be okay after I tell her?”

“Yes, Falco.”

He thinks for a second before responding. “Alright. I trust you.”

— LESSON 4; INEQUALITIES

You don’t blame Falco for not being able to quite grasp inequalities. When you were his age, you didn’t completely understand them either, but after a few breaks, a long studying session, and Minecraft analogies, he was able to finally get a question right. Math definitely wasn’t his strong suit, but he tries his best and improves a ton.

But now, it was late. The tutoring center is about to close soon and you really shouldn’t overstay your welcome.

You knock on Colt’s open door with your backpack slung against your shoulder. “Ready?”

“It’s later than usual, are you sure you don’t wanna stay for dinner?”

“You’d let me do that?”

“Why not? You’ve been helping out my brother for over a month.”

“Well, yeah, but I’m also getting paid by the school.”

“Tsk. Just let me be nice to you, I swear I won't bite. I haven’t this whole time, have I?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Really. I drive you home because I want to.” He comes closer, leaning on the outer part of the door. “And I’ll let you eat here because I want you to.”

It takes a few seconds of you staring for him to realize what he had just said and he quickly turns a bright red right after. “W- Wait… I mean. I mean like–”

“No worries. I understood what you were trying to say,” you smirk, shifting your weight until you’re standing normally, tilting your head towards the dinner table. “So, what’re you making for dinner?”

“P- Pasta.”

“Cool. I like pasta.”

The time that Colt takes to cook is the perfect opportunity for Falco to show off his mansion on Minecraft. You’re impressed. You didn’t expect a twelve year old boy to have such an organized design, but Falco has a whole color scheme that he seems to be strict about based on how in depth he goes in his explanation.

“Gabi likes to go monster hunting, but I like building the buildings more. She does bring back a lot of good blocks, though. I really don’t like mining that much.”

“Gabi, Gabi, Gabi. You talk about Gabi a lot. Why is that, Falco?”

You stay silent, watching Falco turn red while Colt teases his little brother. “Shut up!”

Colt smirks from the kitchen, plating your pasta into three bowls, signaling for you two to join him at the table. The food is good, parmesan and garlic always go good together, and you give the cook a thumbs up. Falco is still silent and bright red as Colt ruffles his hair. “It’s okay, Falco. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Not even Reiner?”

“Not even Reiner.”

You smile at the exchange between the two boys. You admire Colt for taking care of Falco, especially knowing that he has school and work amongst other things to focus on. You could tell he really loves him, too, even if it’s not explicitly stated out loud. He’s reliable, caring, and kind which makes it all the harder to not develop a small crush on the boy. It doesn’t help the fact that he has pretty eyes, easy to get lost into, nor the fact that he’s easily flustered, turning red at the slightest bit of touch. Colt doesn’t really pretend nor try to have swagger because he’s just… Colt. Plain and simple, but all the more interesting.

He catches you staring, a blush creeping up his cheeks again just like his little brother.

“I asked (Y/N) what stuff girls like…” Falco speaks up, breaking the tension.

“Oh? What’d you say?”

“I just told Falco to confess when he’s ready and respect her decision. He doesn’t need to change anything about himself.”

“That’s it?” Colt questions, “You didn’t tell him to get her flowers or anything?”

“I don’t know the stuff Gabi likes. The things we like aren’t universal, you know.”

“Well, then what stuff do you like?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You know. Just to give Falco an idea.”

“Hmm,” you think for a few seconds, resting your hand on the side of your face. “I think flowers are cool. But I like it when people bring me food unexpectedly at school, too. Or just even a coffee. I also like picnics.”

“Interesting choices.”

Falco looks at the two of you with squinted eyes wondering why you two are staring at each other like that. It’s almost scary, but he stays silent, finishing the rest of his pasta instead of saying anything. He feels like he’s not supposed to be there and the dots start to connect in his head.

“Hey, Falco. Why didn’t you ask me for help?”

“Because you don’t really get any girls.”

“Excuse me?”

–OFF NIGHT; HALLOWEEN

“Oh my god!”

“I told you that you’d like my costume, didn’t I?”

“And so Niccolo is…”

“Yes. And he looks stupid but I love him for doing this for me.”

You gawk at the sight of Sasha in red tights, a red bodysuit, and red cape, a red headpiece adorning her hair. Both of you had binge watched WandaVision with Niccolo and Connie just a few months ago. As beautiful as Sasha looks, that means…

“Niccolo’s wearing the stupid little yellow shorts? He’s got green tights and everything?”

“Leggings,” she corrects you, “He couldn’t figure out the makeup so he has a mask, but I don’t think he’ll be wearing it. And you’re—“

“A cow. Yep.”

You give her a spin, showing off the two piece set. The sleeves are long, but flowy as it gets to your wrist. Your skirt stops mid thigh, ears adorning the top of your head.

“Like that one Doja Cat music video?”

“Bitch, I’m a cow, yep.”

“I love Halloween.”

After the both of you finish your makeup, you head next door to Hitch’s place an hour late. The apartment is still crowded, but you see a few familiar faces which excites you despite the heat and lack of space. “Mikasa!” You’d recognize her anywhere with her short, dark hair and tall figure. Except this time, she’s dressed as a witch, a hat with a little black dress and stockings. “Why’d you quit the tutoring center? We miss you.”

“I got an internship! It doesn’t pay, but it's experience.”

Both of you catch up with Hitch, who is currently provocatively dressed up as a fairy, soon joining the two of you with red solo cups in her hands. “What is this?”

“Try it!”

You take a hesitant sip, tasting the mostly sweet liquid on your tongue, probably full of alcohol, but you take a note to yourself to make sure not to drink too much. “It’s our jungle juice!”

“Why- Why does it taste so good?” Mikasa asks, downing most of it in seconds.

“Secret.”

Because of school and work, you feel like you haven’t seen a lot of these people in forever. Mikasa, Armin, Eren, Jean, and Connie… They were good friends of yours and being around them helped you loosen up despite all the other strangers cramped in the apartment.

There’s a tap on your shoulder and you’re met with the sight of a familiar blonde.

“Colt!”

You're tipsy, hugging the boy with your arms around his neck, lingering for a little longer than you intended. Although, he doesn’t stop you, holding onto you, subtly breathing in your scent. “What are you supposed to be?”

His cheeks are red again as he points to his chest, holes where you guess his nipples are. He’s layered a long sleeve shirt under his current one. “Regina George.”

“Oh my god.”

After a few poses showing off his shitty costume, he positions you in front of him and you finally notice that he’s with other people. Other than Annie, there’s two blondes and two brunettes standing in front of you. He points from left to right as he introduces each of them.

“That’s Porco, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Pieck.”

You nod, holding your hand out to shake. “Me and Reiner know each other,” you whisper to Colt, “Him and Eren used to get into fights a lot.”

He chuckles while you introduce yourself to the rest of his friends. Pieck especially takes a liking to you, leading to you two complimenting each other’s costumes and having your own conversation. She’s dressed as a maid, puffy sleeves and a dangerously short dress that looks amazing on her. Eventually, Hitch and Annie join, too, complaining about people in their classes and whoever they’ve hooked up with.

“You and Colt seem to get along,” Pieck states, looking you in the eyes. Her gaze is intense, causing you to gulp loudly.

“Yeah. I tutor his brother in math. Falco’s a really nice kid.”

“He also drives her home,” Hitch adds, “He stops by school to let her clock out, too.”

“Colt’s a nice guy. It’s hard to not get along with him.”

“I’m sure that’s it. Maybe he likes you, too.”

Your cheeks heat up while the two girls stare at you. You look to Annie for help, but she only stares back, casually sipping her drink. It takes a lot for you to not pull on her chiton for her to say something, anything else. “Why are you looking at me?”

“I don’t know.”

“You nervous?” Pieck asks, lazily grabbing your hand pulling you up until you’re standing. “Don’t be. I just wanted to get to know the person he won’t stop talking about.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Let’s go dance.”

She pulls you into the crowd, loosely wrapping your arms around your waist. The two of you aren’t quite drunk, but you’re both getting there, giggling while she makes a few jokes, resting her head on your shoulder. Kissing your cheek, she spins you around until you’re in front of her, holding hands while you both sway to the music.

“Look. Pieck’s at work again.”

Reiner nudges Porco who chuckles at the sight. “When do you think he’s gonna notice?”

“No clue. I hope it’s soon. This should be fun.” He replies, watching the blonde take shots with Annie and Ymir.

It doesn’t take much for Colt to get tipsy, but he still stumbles towards Reiner and Porco, the two making fun of him as they take little peeks at the small crowd. He notices they seem a bit distracted, but doesn’t question it, taking a glance for himself. There’s nothing odd about it until he looks a little harder.

Pieck’s face is dangerously close to your neck as she grabs onto your waist, your back pressed against her chest. Her hands wander and you go along with it, giggling when she pokes your side.

“Is that–”

“Yep.”

“Wow.”

“What can I say? Pieck is one interesting girl.”

“She’s definitely targeting me.”

“She’s definitely targeting you.”

“Well,” Reiner continues, looking back at his friend, “What are you going to do about it?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Makes sense. She’s probably trying to get a rise out of you.”

“She definitely is trying to get a rise out of me,” Colt sighs, taking his eyes off the crowd, “Would it be unprofessional to ask her out?”

“Probably.”

“It’s really hard not to.”

“Well, she’s tutoring Falco, not you, and you’re not paying her. The school pays her since it’s a community program.”

“I’ll talk to her later, but I think I’ll take more shots. I can hear Hitch calling my name.”

After a few hours, Connie is drunk, dressed up as Jimmy Woo, and having a dance battle with Sasha. Neither of them are good, but Niccolo watches from the couch, taking a video for future use. Jean is holding onto Eren, both of them exchanging ‘I love yous’ and apologies for a fight that happened three years ago. Reiner is completely sober as the designated driver, but talking to Annie in the free corner of her apartment. Ymir and Historia are playing beer pong with Mikasa and Armin, the former winning from what you can tell. There are many more people, many of whom you don’t know, but it’s not surprising considering how Hitch easily makes friends and acquaintances.

You sit out in a chair on the balcony, hearing someone slide the glass door open. “Can I join?”

You nod, watching Colt make himself comfortable on the other chair. “Who’s watching Falco?”

“Udo’s mom. They went out trick or treating and he’s sleeping over there.”

“I hope he’s having fun.”

“Me, too. You looked like you were having fun back there with Pieck.”

“Yeah, she’s really cool. I wish I could have met her sooner.”

A few moments of comfortable silence pass and that’s when you take a good look at him through your blurry vision. His cheeks are flushed red, as they are half of the time you both have a conversation, and he’s looking right at you, caught in the act and not bothering to look away. “You could be having fun with me, too, you know.”

“Are you jealous or something?”

“No. I just think it’s interesting.”

“Ah,” you respond, crossing your arms together, “You wanna come to my apartment, it’s kind of cold out here.”

“You don’t wanna just go inside?”

“Don’t you want to see my super cool awesome living space?”

“I guess,” he chuckles, letting you grab his hand to pull him up.

Both of you stumble towards the front door, no one noticing that the two of you are leaving. When you unlock your apartment, he’s greeted with the scent of vanilla and lavender. It’s neat, not too messy other than the unfolded blanket on your couch, but mostly neat. Once you close the door, everything happens so fast, your back hitting the wall, his lips on yours.

They’re soft and the kiss is sloppy, his hand gripping the underside of your face and his tongue slips into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your legs straddle around his waist and hoists you up until you’re holding onto him for support. Through your drunken haze, you can feel his hand grabbing the plush of your ass. He pulls away, foreheads touching as you both catch your breaths.

“I like you.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

“I’ve liked you for months, if I’m being honest.”

“Really, now? Is it just the alcohol talking?”

“I think the only thing it’s doing is making me less nervous.”

His phone vibrates and he groans as he reads the text from Reiner.

big braun; Where are you bro?? We’re about to leave

colt; i’ll be there soon.

“I have to go.”

“I’ll go with you to say goodbye,” you reply, fixing your skirt, “But I just need to get something.”

“What is it?”

You lean in one more time for another kiss, pulling his face to yours, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. He smiles into it, resting the palm of his hands on your cheeks. You slip your tongue through his parted lips, causing him to moan into your mouth. It’s hard to pull away, especially harder for him when you wrap your legs around his waist, skirt bunching up to your stomach.

When you finally pull away, he’s breathless, staring at you with dark pupils, drool spilling from the side of his mouth. “Just that.”

“You’re gonna make it harder to leave.”

“I know.”

“Well, are you coming?”

“I don’t want to go.”

Both of you lay back on the couch as he sends Reiner a quick text asking for a few more minutes. Tipsy and tired, he lays his head on your chest, closing his eyes as his heartbeat slows. You rub his back, playing with his hair as he drifts off. You’re close to sleeping, too, the warmth of his body radiating onto yours, the feeling of being held overcoming your senses.

And you eventually do after planting a kiss on his head, Sasha finding the two of you in that position before handing Colt off to Reiner. It was hard to pry him off of your sleeping form, but he made it home that night.

– LESSON 5; MORE LINES AND WORD PROBLEMS

“I just don’t get it when I’m going to need this in life.”

“Relax, Falco. You’ll get it soon.”

“I don’t care about how much CDs cost. No one uses them anymore,” he groans frustratedly, “And why do I have to relate it to VHS tapes. No one sells things like that.”

You sigh, changing the problem to a different one. To be fair, it was a bit of a challenging question, but you were just testing the waters. Once it's a basic problem, he starts solving it like normal, scribbling down numbers on his notebook.

You haven’t seen Colt at all during your visit.

And he’s usually home, doing his own homework in his own room, occasionally coming outside to check on Falco or grab some food from the kitchen. But you can’t really blame him. Maybe it was a little too awkward. But it’s also been two days and he hasn’t even tried to contact you once about his tipsy confession. To be fair, you haven’t either, but you didn’t want to be the one to instigate it.

In his room, Colt Grice stares at his reflection in the mirror contemplating how to ask you on a date. It feels like high school all over again for him. The amount of time he’s debated whether showing up to the tutoring center with coffee was a good idea, the flowers on his desk that he had planned to give to you at some point—what if you didn’t want any of it from him? Despite the fact you made out during the Halloween party, he’s terrified that it’s all it was—a drunk kiss.

Ah, the Halloween party. He still remembers the feeling of your soft lips on his, the marks you left on his neck right before he left your apartment, your legs wrapped tightly against his waist, pulling him, never wanting him to leave. It gives him goosebumps, it makes his heart beat faster, it makes his breathing a little heavier.

And all the more nervous because he was never really good with his words. He loves Falco, but he always shows it through teasing and hugs and gifts. And he really likes you, but he didn’t think he’d tell you this soon under those circumstances.

It’s all a mess in his head, but he knows he needs to go out there soon before you leave.

“Good job, Falco! I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks.”

“Next problem?”

“I’ll try the next three problems without help if you let me.”

“Oh? Feeling better?”

“Yeah.”

Falco gives you a bright smile before returning to his homework, leaving you on your phone waiting for him to finish. Around the time you leave will be the time that he finishes his problem set. If Colt doesn’t want to come out, you won’t wait for him. But if you’re going to keep helping out his brother, you might as well talk about it, right?

“Finished?”

“Yep!”

You check his answers, marking the problems that are wrong and the places he made mistakes. There’s really only a few, he’ll be good to go soon. And that’s when you’d be going back to the tutoring center.

“Is your brother home?”

“Yeah, he’s in his room, why?”

“I need to talk to him about… college stuff.”

“Okay. I’ll just wait for you when I’m done.”

“Thanks, Falco.”

You walk through the short hallway, finding his door and knocking three times. Through the wood, you hear a faint ‘shit!’ and shuffling. When the door opens after some time, you’re met with the sight of a familiar blonde, except his hair is much messier and disheveled than usual.

“We need to talk about—“ you both say in unison before cutting off. He’s obviously nervous, hands fumbling together while he leans on the door.

“I’m sorry if this is like, awkward for you, but I really think it’s okay. I can keep tutoring Falco and I can pretend it never happened if you want?”

“W-What? Where did you get that idea?”

“I just assumed that you didn’t really want to talk about it, which is okay, but— mmph!”

Just like before, his lips are on yours and your back is against the door. He’s more firm than last time, your eyes closing slowly as you ease into his touch. Your hands tangle in his hair while he keeps a firm grip on your waist. You’re getting hot again, heart beating impossibly fast, and he’s barely pulling away, peppering your face with kisses before landing back onto your mouth. He���s so close, flush against your body and you’re dazed.

“I— I— finished…”

Colt doesn’t even bother to turn his face towards his brother as his face turns a bright red, only staring at your face while you quickly take care of the situation. “Really? Already?”

“Y- Yeah? What were you—“

“You didn’t see that, Falco.”

“How did he get you to—“

“You didn’t see anything.”

Colt grins while you usher Falco back to the living room. He follows you back, watching you give Falco a high five before greeting him goodbye. He doesn’t seem to be too weirded out, just a bit shocked. Falco still talks to you like normal, which is a relief, but he’ll have to talk to him later to be completely sure.

“I’m going to go talk to your brother again before you leave, alright?”

“I’m not stopping you from kissing my lonely brother, you know?”

“Huh—“

“Not that he’s a bad person or anything, but he doesn’t know how to word his feelings. And if you dated my brother, would you come over more often?”

“Probably, but I don’t know if he likes me?”

“He does,” Falco points to where the hallway meets the living room before repeating himself, “Don’t worry about that. He does.”

There, you see a peek of blonde hair, but it’s quickly gone. You go up to follow it, back to Colt’s room where he’s sitting in an office chair, pretending that he wasn’t just eavesdropping.

“7:00. Let’s go to the ice cream place at the beach I told you about a few weeks ago.”

He’s grinning so hard that his face starts to hurt, but you can’t see him. So you come closer, spinning to the office chair towards you, kneeling down and resting your arms in his lap. “Are you coming or not?” You ask, pouting as you start playing with his fingers.

“I’ll pick you up.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Come here.”

You grab his face in your hands, giving another deep kiss before you go. It’s hard to leave, especially when he’s pulling you into his lap, thumb stroking the side of your cheek, but you eventually pull him away, grabbing his hand while you two walk out together.

“You gotta take me home, though.”

“I don’t want to leave just yet.”

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