#I didn't get descriptive but better be safe to put a warning still .w.

[monstersofsilence]

Unwelcomed Guest

Warnings: Nudity mention (suggestive)

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A troll panted heavily, climbing up the manmade stairs up the mountain from the village they came from. They had an urgent message to the dragon troll who is basically the sole protector of the mountain village though they didn't expect the climb to be as exhausting as this by how far up she loves. Even worse, naturally one would feel cold the higher you go but the top of mountain has a lava pool, as well as holding the few dragons, allegedly, on Alternia the lady safe keeps, feeling the heat the higher they go which they could imagine the lava pool must be quite large if it's getting hotter by getting close to the source.

After the treacherous hike, they finally made it to the top. Naturally, he bears witness the large lava pool that sits atop the mountain. "God... Where the hell is she?" They muttered to themselves, panting and sweating profusely from the immense heat radiating from the lava pool. "The locals said she would be up here... but why?!"

The troll kooked around but not seeing the woman, Galina Dracor, anywhere and is ready to give up. They didn't want to pass out from the heat and was about ready to leave but then started hearing bubbling sounds. They turned back around, seeing the surface of the lava pool bubbling and eventually a woman slowly emerges on the surface. This troll has seen lots of things but a woman, a naked one at that, emerging from lava was not one that they'd think they would see. Any being, let alone a troll, able to survive lava is unheard of and yet seeing this wonder made it a unique exception. "Holy cow... Like something off of a fairy tale."

The lady slowly walked up to the edge of the lava, touching solid ground as the bits of lava still on her slowly harden to molten rock. Obviously she is still naked but one thing that stood out is her missing right arm. Merely a nub but for the best since her prosthetic would melt if she were to submerge in lava since it is metal. She finally looked at the troll in front of her, surprised to see anyone brave enough to venture up the mountain. "Can I help you?" She asks, placing her left hand on her hip to await a response.

The troll was still awed by the immaculate beauty of someone coming out of lava that they eventually remembered that said lady is also is naked still. "O-Oh crap!" They quickly turned away and used their hand to cover their eyes. "I am so sorry, miss Dracor! I-I forgot that you were-"

"Why are you apologizing for? Never seen a naked woman before?" Galina asks as she chips off the molten rock from her body.

"Well, no I- I -I mean I have but... Well, you see-"

"Then stop whining. I'm nude. I'm not gonna hurt you." The dragon troll merely sighs heavily and walked towards her clothes. "Now, wait a moment while I put on some clothes then you can say what you came here for."

The troll stood there, still feeling embarrassed by this. They did take a glance at her, only seeing their back but notices something. She had bits of scales, like something from a dragon. Her spine is also close to a dragon, slightly jagged. It honestly intrigued him that the first thought came to mind seeing them. "You have... mutations. Like a dragon."

Galina paused from what she was doing as she heard this and then quickly puts on a tank top. "Yeah. What about it?" The dragon troll asks.

"Well... I mean...-"

"Go on." She quickly interrupted.

"H-Huh...?"

"Say it. Say that I shouldn't exist." Galina turned to look at them, eyes glowing brightly with her slitted pupils being prominent, smoke seeping from her nostrils.

"N-No! That's not what I really mean!" The troll quickly defended themselves. "It is... surprising. Most mutants try to hide a bit of themselves. But... you don't seem afraid to having me see them."

Galina kept her stern gaze at the stranger, eventually realizing she jumped to conclousions and slowly calmed herself down, the glowing of her eyes dimming and the smoke from her nostrils faded away. She grabbed her pants, putting them on. "Here's a rule of thumb for you, there are those capable of protecting themselves to not fear showing what they are. And there are those who will hide that part of them away for the safety of themselces and others around them. That's just the way this fucking cruel world works." Galina began to walk to them and pass them to go down the stairs. "Come on. My home is halfway down from here."

She walked down the staircase and the troll merely groaned in annoyance of having to walk back down. They prepare the worse and followed the dragon troll down the stairs

[hidtired]

A Single Punch [Part 2]

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Description: The aftermaths to the line up leaves you with serious injury. With most of the group to believe you dead. How will your recovery go at Hilltop? How will people react to seeing you?

2.6k words

Warnings (much angst, injury, near death, depression, recovery, typical walking dead shenanigans) [happy ending… eventually]

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Your POV

The steady hum and rocking of the truck bed is what woke you from unconsciousness. The wind ripping around you. It was hard to breathe. Even more so when you realized that you were next to two bodies, presuming that they used to be your friends. What had happened again? A bat? Line of your family being chosen for death. You were one of those chosen. The thought of "I'm alive." While not necessarily feeling like it. You were alive. Your body moving on it own slapping the back of the truck with your bloody hand. Bloody and very broken if the sharp pain sent threw you didn't tell you anything.

The sharp pain making you groan and rolling into yourself. A wheeze still in your lungs. You felt like you were spinning. The loud bang of the tail gate making you jump. Everything felt wrong something is wrong.

"I can't, please it hurts."

Sasha flinched when you spoke. Believing for a second she dreamt it. But your small whimpering and sobs made her drop closer to you. "Y-your still alive- I don't-" Your face and hair were covered in your own blood. Not knowing the location its coming from. Sasha pulling herself together after the initial shock. She turned to Maggie who stood wobbly and in shock seeing you trying to move and talk. Your speech was becoming incomprehensible now. Sasha slipped off a layer of clothing to hold to your head. She turned back to Maggie again, ''Go get back into the car!" Sasha felt you go still again. She had to move fast. Jumping over the side of the truck closing the tailgate. She was not letting Negan have you to.

Days later...

You opened your eyes groggy and confused. Looking over to see Maggie in a bed herself. You try and move your hand up to remove something blocking your right side of your head. Expect your hand stopped bounded to the bed. Maggie heard you move and slowly approached you, "Shh, your safe." This wasn't your first time awake but it was the first that you were more aware.

"W-wha?" Your speech was slurred. But Maggie saw it in your eyes. For the first time she saw you in them. She sniffled, "Y/n thank goodness. I thought you were..." She shook her head and put a hand to your shoulder. "I'll be right back ok? I need to get the doctor?" You simply tried to look at her face trying to gauge what was wrong. She sped out the room leaving you to stare out after her.

She came rushing back into the room with a man. He was speaking to fast at you but they were questions asking your name and if you knew where you were. The man shined a light in your face. You tried to look away from the light because it hurt. You looked at the man with squinted eyes, "H-errrs-sel?" You looked back to Maggie with a questioning look. Only to get a sad look back. Sasha then came through the door in a haste hearing you were awake again.

"Is she doing any better?" She huffed out of breath. The man you had zero clue about simply looked back to you and sighed. "It looks like the swelling in her brain is reducing. I don't know the extent of the brain damage she will have, but her chances of survival just increased." Maggie sighed with the first bit of good news about you. Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. She smiled at you. You with having no clue what's going on simply mirrored her back with your own smile. You try and raise your other hand but not feeling it at all you look down to see your arm in a cast and bound close to your chest.

The man who you couldn't place, doctor man, started talking again. "Its only been 2 days, for that much time she is doing better then I could have ever imagined. I think she may have taken most of the blow to her hand. However, head trauma is always unpredictable." They jumped at the sound of your gasp looking at you to see what was wrong. You were just looking at Maggie looking her up and down.

"Ba-baby?!" Maggie moved closer to you and started to try and sooth your worry. "Is fine, the baby and me are ok." You relax back into your sheets. Dr. Carson simply studied you. "I would like someone to be with her at all times now. She could have a stroke or start seizing. She still needs to be bound to the bed for all are safety. If she is still awake in a hour try having her eat or drink." Maggie and Sasha both nodded and looked at each other giving a determined look.

Few hours later you were still awake having to be reminded to 'keep your eyes open' and 'need to stay awake.' You would ask things, try to at least. Most of what you said didn't make sense to anyone but you. The worst was the look on your face remembering about something or someone that was lost along the way. When you were asking about a baby you were meaning Lori and Judith. You knew something with a baby was wrong and that was the only one you could think of until Maggie said that her and her baby was ok that you remembered.

The longer you were awake you would get better minimal but still better. But you began asking for something they couldn't give you.

"Dar-ryl?" They always try to come up with something. 'he is on a run' or 'he is out hunting.' But that didn't stop the want for him. You were frustrated at the broken bits of your brain. You knew Daryl always put those pieces together.

Daryl POV

His cell was cold, dark, and always seemed to have one song playing on loop. It was torture. Not however as much torture then the loss of you was. He never knew the kind of love she gave him. She was a first, and now last. The pain in his shoulder and face from the beating he has gotten were nothing like the one in his heart, his soul. That night replayed over in his head. He thought about how he deserved to have gotten killed not Glenn. He cause Maggie to be a single mother now. He deserved this. Being here.

He thought back to when Rick lost Lori. He didn't understand then. But sure as hell did now.

The door handle started to move, the music cutting off, assuming he was getting the normal moldy bread and dog food. Dwight walked in throwing the food down to the floor. "The sooner you join the sooner this will stop." Daryl all but chuckled, "and what become like you?" Now that pissed Dwight off, striking a nerve. But Daryl lead on more, "I get it. Your doing it for someone else. But I don't have that anymore." Daryl sent a look that could kill. Dwight only studied him and shook his head at him. Throwing two polaroid to the floor, "Someone else doesn't have that anymore either." Before slamming the door shut. The music came on but then changed to a more somber tune.

Daryl hesitated to pick up the pictures before doing so and seeing the images with the smallest light coming from under the door. Yours and Glenn's bodies. His breath hitched looking at it. You the women he loved and a friend who would still be alive with his wife and child if he never existed. He lost it. Sobbing. Broken.

He made a promise to not just you but himself that he was going to do right by you. He still had a mission. By the end of it this place will be burning to ground. Even if he had to go with it.

Maggie POV

After having to deal with a man like Gregory she needed to clear her head before it was her turn to sit with you. Making her way over to were Glenn and Abraham were buried. She was met by Enid staring down to the graves.

''Enid?" She walked over to the young teen and hugged her. Enid sniffled before explaining why she was there, wanted to see if she and the baby were ok. Enid gestured to the two graves. "I didn't know which one was his." Enid the paused, "Why is there only two, where is the third?"

With that Maggie smiled and waved her hands to come follow her. Enid was confused at the action. They stepped into Jesus trailer were they all have taken over at this point. There Enid saw you, she gasped in surprise and disbelief at the sight of you. You jumping at the noise. Breaking your focus from a card game that was to help your memory. Also keeping you distracted. Sasha sitting next you surprised to see Enid, "Are you with the others?" Enid shook her head while approaching your table. "How is this possible..." She sat down across from you. You simply stared back but continued with your cards pointing to one for Sasha to flip. You were struggling with mobility.

Sasha sighed catching the hint and continued flipping cards for you to match. Enid looked at you more closely. Your face was still swollen and was a mix of purples, blues, and yellows. The top to the right of your head had a part of your hair shaved with stitching. You looked pale. Your speech has gotten better but you were just to tired to speak much. It showed in your eyes. You still had your arm in a cast brought close to your chest by a sling. Watching Enid study you Maggie decided to add some insight. "We didn't know she was alive until half way to Hilltop. Didn't know if she would make it even a few days after."

Enid look to you with pity. She saw how sick you were even before leaving Alexandria. At least that seemed to be better. Maggie cleared her throat, "How is everything back at Alexandria."

Enid explained about how they took and trashed everything back home. Maggie could only scowl at the thought of them. At the mention of how they brought Daryl with them and he looked to not be doing to well but still alive. You had looked up and just stared intently, "He ok?" With you gaining some abilities back it was harder to lie about what happened. You had yet to know of his capture and Glenn's death. It was only a matter of time before you found out.

Your mind seemed to be other wise fine. Most of the trouble was how it was trying to move your body. Walking was going to need to be learned again. When you got your right hand back writing and holding things as well. Nothing time couldn't fix. Maggie was the person to mostly look after you. You were a welcome distraction from her mind.

Later that day was when you said something that shook her. To see your mind healing and remember. You were just staring out the window while the sun started to set.

"I was a mercy kill."

You went to sleep shortly after. It was probably time to tell you the truth. Before you could think of all the worsts before hand.

Your POV

Being woken up by Jesus pulling you out of bed with haste and to carry you and hide you under the trailer was not what you were expecting. He was saying 'their here' and 'need to stay here and be silent.' You were laying under the trailer in dirt. It was finally catching up to what had happen just then. You didn't know all the things you probably should but you knew it would come naturally. While you lay there waiting for Jesus to tell you it was safe you remember that a few days ago you thought he was the literally Jesus for a second longer then you would like to admit.

You saw men taking things all around you. These were the asshole who did this to you. You remember when you woke up in the back of the truck. Two bodies beside you. You knew one was Abraham but didn't have the guts to ask who the other was. You just couldn't handle it at the moment. Others thought that to if they didn't say anything about it.

You were starting to get cold. But you saw that the men were leaving now. When the men were gone you don't think you could get out of there by yourself if you tried. When a group of people were quickly making your way over to you, you sighed ready to get up out the dirt. It was Maggie's voice you first heard. She sounded like she was panicking, "Did you hide her? Where is she?" She sounded to be directing this to Jesus. Then you heard a voice that surprised you, "What? Hide who?" It was Rosita. They got closer to you before Jesus spoke and lent down to were he put you. "She's ok, I put her here."

Jesus start to pull you out revealing who you were to Rosita. You just popped out being dragged by under your arms. "Hi" She gasped and lent down to help pick you up off the floor. "Your still alive..." she looked about ready to cry. You smiled, "Damn r-right I am." You would have had more trouble standing if Jesus wasn't helping but also leaning into Rosita while hugging you helped. It was Sasha who came to help you back to your bed while the others talked some more.

It was later that evening eating dinner when everybody was in Jesus's trailer. Everyone was talking while you stared at your left hand trying to move it to the best of your ability. Your body felt like it had latency that's why is was so hard to do anything. You and Maggie were now on your own with them taken Dr. Carson. You sighed and looked around you decided it was time. You needed to know.

"What happened that day..."

It went quiet before all eyes went to you. It was Maggie who first tried to start but Rosita cut in. "What do you remember." You bit your lip and look off into the distance. "Seeing what happened to Abraham, I was struggling to breath... I remember the feeling of the bat. I didn't pass out as soon as it hit me. I froze. Played dead even." You paused before sucking in a breath, your voice was still slow and looked to take a lot of focus to do, because it did.

"I woke up next to two bodies..."

Now is when Maggie spoke, "Daryl had punched Negan after he hit you." You sucked in a breath and held it. "He tried to kill you unprovoked, I don't blame Daryl." She looked into your eyes. "Negan killed Glenn." The air in your lungs released and a shaky hand came to cover your mouth, tears filling your eyes. The room was silent for a moment before she spoke again. "Daryl punched him and distracted him from you. Negan would have kept swinging at you." You closed your eyes to soak in the information. You were alive at Glenn's expense. "There's more." You opened your eyes to look at her.

"They took Daryl as there prisoner."

Part 3

Feedback welcomed and requests open!

Reunions coming next part :)

Also little disclaimer I’m really dyslexic so sorry with grammar or spelling that is messed up!

[wwalkingdread]

hiya !!! could i request a mitch x reader where mitch is such a grouch to everyone, but is so so soft w reader ? it would be cute if they were dating but SO MUCH BETTER if he was just crushing on them,, and maybe in the end they confess ???

i'm so excited to see what else you have,, bc i loved the louis rq !!! <33

Wooden Rabbit

Characters: Mitch

Description: Mitch finds a way to confess to the person he likes.

Warnings: Cussing!!

Notes: Ahh, thank you!! <33 Also this is so sweet… Sorry it took so long!! I’m not sure how to write for Mitch yet so I was putting it off, even though I really loved the concept!! I didn’t make him as mean as I think he could be because I didn’t want him to be too off-putting…

Imagine this as an everybody lived AU. The pacing is SO ODD I wrote different sections of the story on different days like an idiot. Ughjhgjgn sorry if this isn't what you wanted at all. My brain is fried.

Everybody noticed the way Mitch’s voice softened when he saw you, always trying to bite his tongue. Louis was quick to tease him, making sly remarks when you were in the distance and he caught Mitch staring. Willy wasn’t as observant as to why he acted differently, but he picked up on the change. You seemed to be the only person that didn’t. You and Mitch didn't talk much, he always kept quiet around you, but you two enjoyed the rare times when you did. Even though you two didn't seem as close as you could’ve been, you felt it.

It was dinner time, you had finished pretty quick, already heading off to bed at your own slow pace, making quick conversation with anybody who would listen. You weren’t too new, but new enough to still savour everything, talking to people like they were a completely new creature, fascinated by the fact they were there in front of you. You managed to be on your own for so long, the only live people you ever saw were significantly older than you. Seeing people around your age for the first time in years made you giddy and nervously talkative. You made your way inside, but you could hear yells a few seconds after you did so.

You poked your head outside the school, hearing an array of raised voices coming from outside,

“Mitch, don’t you go round saying such hideous things.” Ruby scolded, but Mitch remained defensive.

“Aasim is a total fucking control freak, he can’t stand not being in charge for even a second.” Mitch scoffed, using his arm to gesture back to Willy, who was sitting by himself with his head in his arms, “Even goes after a fucking kid when he doesn’t get his way.”

“That’s enough outta you.” Ruby left the conversation, storming off completely, her face red. It made sense that she didn’t want to argue, especially if it was about her boyfriend. Seeing an opening, you made your way over to Mitch, your feet faltering as you could see his pent up anger, contemplating if it would be better to leave him alone.

“Hey…” You reached your arm out to touch his arm, but he quickly turned around to face you,

“Oh, hey.” His voice was hushed and he seemed to relax a little bit, his tense posture wilting, “Uh, y’alright…? I thought you went off to bed.” He began to tug at the back of his shirt, feeling the way warmth was creeping up on his as you spoke to him. He didn’t want to make it obvious. You shook your head,

“What happened?”

“Ugh, Aasim was just being a fucking dick, shouting at Willy for no reason. I swear if he fucking yells at him again I’ll-“ He saw the way you stared at him, worry consuming your features. You hated when there was tension in the group. These people meant the world to you despite the little time you’ve known them, the group is the closest to safe and happy you’ve ever felt. You didn’t want it to fall apart. Mitch sighed, trying to relax.

“I’ll go speak to Willy.” He said, brushing his threat aside.

“You should… Poor guy, I hope he’s alright. He’s just a kid. Shit sticks when you’re that age… Aasim should watch his mouth…”

While the way you sounded was less angry, sadder for Willy as you looked at him in the distance, Mitch could feel his heart surge in his chest. He always appreciated it when you showed care for Willy. He was used to people keeping their distance and finding him weird, especially because of what got him sent to Ericson in the first place. It was nice to know somebody else was there for him.

He stood there, looking at you look at Willy, unable to meet the boy your eyes landed on.

“Yeah…”, He said, wistfully watching your empathetic expression. He appreciated you being there to support him. When you finally looked back to meet his eyes, Mitch quickly looked away, his eyes darting around to find something he should be focusing on, something that didn’t make his staring too obvious.

“I’ll go do that… Thanks.” And with that, he made his way off, trying to wipe away the blush on his face like it was makeup.

Interactions with Mitch were always brief, full of him refusing to make eye contact, full of him trying to soothe himself and make himself feel less nervous. Full of him doing what he could to still appear tough and mean, but he couldn’t bring himself to act that way around you, being consumed by a nervous persona that he couldn’t quite shake. Mitch sat next to Willy, consoling him with a slight elbow nudge, promoting Willy to rant his frustrations to the older boy. You could see Willy ease slightly when he did, finally being able to talk to somebody that’ll listen and take his side. You smiled and made your way back inside, off to bed with a full stomach.

In the morning you saw Mitch, sitting on a stump and carving away. You made your way over to him, Willy was happy enough, seemingly having forgotten the incident last night. You stood in front of him, waiting for him to take notice of your presence, which he did,

“Oh, hey…” He coughed, hating the way his voice was hushed, trying not to scrunch his face up in a way you could see, “I’ve been working on this…” He idly showed you his wood carving, almost hesitant to present it to you, his palm covering most of it. You noticed the shape, almost rounded, and definitely not what he typically carved. You felt your lips quirk into a small smirk, curious,

“I didn’t think you made anything other than knives.”

“Uh…” He felt himself shying away, but he straightened his back in hopes he’ll be able to shake away the feeling, “I’ve been trying new things out to pass the time. I’ve already got plenty of weapons, y’know? And a lotta wood…”

You plopped yourself down next to him, closely inspecting the carving. It was rough, Mitch’s inexperienced hands causing it to look choppy, the edges jagged and sharp. Still, you stared at it was awe. It seemed to be a rabbit, maybe a hare, something you’ve all seen plenty of.

“That’s really good, Mitch.“ You said, proud, “You’re really talented.” You bumped your shoulder into his, a warm smile on your face. He felt his cheeks burn, “It’s not… Finished yet.” He turned to look at it, feeling your eyes on him, “I was actually planning on giving it to you… If you want it, I mean.” He took his lip under his teeth, nervously biting down. He didn’t want to look at you and he suddenly felt himself crumple into his own body, not wanting your eyes to fall on his wood carving. He knew it wasn’t great, he’d be surprised if you knew what it was and you weren’t just blindly complimenting him. He’d been trying to perfect it for a while. Mitch has had plenty of tries, all that you haven’t seen. You sat in silence for a second, blinking in surprise,

“Woah, really?” You gaped, “Are you sure…?”

“Yeah, I mean…” He shrugged, his knife sitting by the rabbit without moving, feeling too nervous to continue with your eyes on him, “I thought you might want something more like this. Figured you’d have enough of knives. I don’t know.”

Willy snickered at his nervousness, something he was holding in. Mitch shot him a glare out of your view.

“I’ll let you continue.” Is what you said before walking off, and when you did you heard Mitch quietly try to yell at Willy, something about ‘embarrassing him’

“You embarrassed yourself.” Willy shot back with a laugh, and Mitch just swore at him and turned his body away from him, his back facing Willy as he angrily continued the carving.

You heard a knock at your door the next morning. Stretching yourself upward, feeling your bones pop, you made your way to the door, expecting it to be somebody you had hunting duty with, telling you it was time to get up.

It wasn’t, it was Mitch, his freckled face dusted with a light, red blush.

He barely said a word, he just held his hand out to you and your hands went to meet his. He opened his hand, plopping the small carving you saw him work on yesterday into your palm. You smiled,

“Thank you, Mitch…” You eyed him, noticing the way he still didn’t meet your eyes, “and good morning.”

“Oh, yeah. Morning.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to seem more casual, “That’s, uh… What I’ve been working on. For you.”

“I can see that! I can’t believe you wanted to give this to me…” You can’t remember the time you’ve been given something, something that wasn’t food, not that you didn’t appreciate something. You missed when you were younger, getting presents every holiday. It made you feel nostalgic for a better time. You grinned widely, and Mitch took notice of it. You were turning it in your hands slowly, taking in every ridge, every slight scratch. You turned the rabbit upside down, looking at the flat bottom where it would be standing,

“You carved a heart into the bottom.” You stated, thinking it was a notable detail, obviously something that was intentionally done. Mitch spluttered,

“Fuck, yeah. I didn’t… I forgot I did that…” He chuckled breathily, his fingers inching their way toward his shirt collar,

“It’s fine! I like it….” You couldn’t bring yourself to look away, nervously wetting your lips, “So, what does it mean…?” You looked at your feet, leisurely playing with the rabbit in your hands by tapping on it with your fingers, gently scratching at its chin. You two sat in silence, neither of you looking at each other. Mitch, knowing it was his turn to speak, decided to break the silence,

“I’ve wanted… I’ve wanted to tell you for a while.” He cleared his throat, lifting his head to look at you, “I wasn’t sure how to tell you. I know we’re stuck in this shithole, so it’s not exactly…” He paused, “Ideal.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean… I wish we could’ve gone to the park together. Fed the ducks like what people do on TV.” You remember seeing a cartoon-like that as a kid, one of the last things you saw as a child. Back when things were normal. Back then it was nothing but background noise, but now it’s one of your last memories of normality, of what was peace. Mitch caught the way you shyly smiled as you said it, feeling his chest swell at the sight.

“Yeah…” He breathed out, “So, do you…? Do you feel…?” He couldn’t bring himself to say it in case there was some sort of misunderstanding,

“Do I… Like you..?” Mitch scratched at the nape of his neck, turning his head away,

“Yeah, uh… It’s cool if you don’t.”

“No, no! I like you…” You quickly changed the subject, “I really like this rabbit you made… It’s really cute…”

God, this was awkward. You two just confessed, so why did it feel like you… Didn’t? You two were silent, rocking on the balls of your feet in anticipation of the other, waiting. You bit back a groan, standing upright and looking right at the freckled boy in front of you,

“I really like you, Mitch.” You said more confidently, and Mitch froze at your tone.

“Yeah?” He cleared his throat, looking at you with a small grin, “You do? Like, you like me?”

“Yes, Mitch. I do. Fuck, we’re going around in circles…” You laughed at not only yourself but the two of you and the way you tried to shuffle around the subject. Mitch found the courage to step closer to you, soon the only thing between you was the wooden rabbit.

“Let’s not go in circles anymore.” His hand hovered at your waist, still not sure if he was ready to touch you yet, but desperately wanting to pull you close to him,” Let’s be… I want to be together. With you, I mean.” he fumbled for the right words, struggling to look int your eyes, staring at your lips instead. You follow his gaze, smiling,

“I’d like that.”

[yangrdn]

cough cough

pairing: peter parker x gn!reader, non-superhero AU

a/n: this is my entry for @worldoftom's lolbrosgetsicktoo challenge! i loved writing sick!peter, it was v v cute. also, whilst writing this i'm sick, also a cold and my throat hurt until three days a go for three weeks straight. writing this was basically me wanting to have a peter to look after me, so i put him in my position. feedback is really appreciated and i hope you enjoy reading this <3

ps: i put the prompt at the end bc i assumed it'd spoil a little of the story if i put it at the start. so if you want to know the prompt first, just scroll down.

summary: peter gets a sore throat.

w/c: 3.8k

warnings: mentions of vomiting, description of taking painkillers, sick and whiny peter

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there are a lot of things peter’s good at. he nails every test that is thrown at him. if you asked him a question about physics, he’d give you the right answer right away. basically, peter’s smart. like, really smart. now, there’s always that one thing he is not smart enough for and needs your help for.

taking care of his body.

with that, he could get all the help possible, and would still fail. may already tried her best, telling him to zip his jacket when going out and it’s raining. or you’d tell him how he should’ve stayed at home instead of riding his bike to your apartment right after taking a shower. he had worn only a shirt and a pair of jeans, saying it was hot and that the sun was out.

you, on the other hand, were just pissed your boyfriend had risked getting sick again, because you know you’ll have to take care of him. not because may told you to, nope. peter just didn't let anyone come near him when sick, besides you. although it does make you question whether he does it because he wants you close, even when he feels like melting because of his fever, or that he wants you to get sick, too.

and now, here you are. walking to peter’s flat after may called you and informed you about your “over dramatic” boyfriend. he was asking for you the whole day, and wouldn't let her sit down for even a minute, she said to you on the phone after you agreed to come over. you feel bad for her. She was up everyday, working her ass off, only to come home to Peter complaining about his pain. Taking care of him so she could at least get a day off from a whining Peter was the least you can do right now.

You knock on the door twice and start taking off your shoes. It wasn’t raining, but you don’t want to enter the flat with dirty shoes and leave more work when you leave. May opens the door, a tired smile across her face and a relieved sigh leaving her lips when she notices it’s you standing there.

“Hi, May,” you smile at her and give her a side hug, already peeking behind her and seeing two empty boxes of tissues. You frown and pull back as you enter the room.

“He won’t shut up about his throat. His voice is nearly gone, so he won’t be able to talk that much,” she informs you and closes the door behind you as you make your way to Peter’s room. You nod and turn around.

“It’s okay, I’ll make sure he gets enough sleep anyways,” you tell her. May silently thanks you with two thumbs up as she walks slowly to her room, closing the door quietly.

You knock on Peter’s door softly, not wanting to barg in if he’s doing something or wake him up. When you get no response, you open the door and step in. The room is dark, the only light coming in from the sun shines shining through the blinds. On Peter’s desk, books are piled up and you assume those are all for his missing assignments. A pout forms on your lips as you realize he’ll need to do all his missing work for school once he feels better. You make a mental note to help him as you roll up the blinds, only enough to illuminate the room more. When your eyes cast on the brown haired boy laid on the bed, the pout is quickly replaced by a soft smile.

Peter’s laying on his bed, blanket draped over his body and only covering his hips and left leg, soft snores leaving his lips. He’s only wearing a pair of boxers, his chest glistening with sweat. Your eyes widen as you walk closer to him, placing your palm on his forehead. A quiet gasp leaves your lips once you feel how hot his forehead is. He stirs awake slowly, only moving his head away from your palm and whining. You try to stifle a laugh and make the thin blue blanket cover at least half his body. His eyes open, blinking rapidly as he adjusts to the new light.

“Ugh,” he groans and hides his face behind his hands. Peter’s head is spinning, his eyes only adding more pain when he opens them. You sit on the bed, making sure not to touch him and hand him the glass of water on his nightstand. After revealing his face, he sits up slowly and takes the glass. Drowning it in slow and painful gulps, Peter lets out a hiss after setting the glass back down on the nightstand.

Now that he’s fully awake, you take a second to examine his sick state. His cheeks are rosy, you can basically see that the poor boy is burning up. His head is leaned back against the cool wall and his eyes squeezed shut due to his headache.

“I’m in so fucking much pain,” he whines and opens one eye, squinting and looking at you. You sigh, taking note of the crack in his voice. May wasn’t lying when she said he had a hard time talking.

“May told me. Did you eat today?” He frowns and shuts his eyes again.

“No, I- I-,” he stops talking and coughs, hissing as he feels more pain in his throat. You take the water bottle next to him and quickly fill up the glass again, handing it to him. After another painful gulp, he continues.

“May made me soup, but I didn’t finish it,” he croaks out. You purse your lips and nod.

“You lay back down. I’ll get you some painkillers, make you tea and then come back here, ok?” He nods and opens his mouth.

“Ah, ah ah, no talking for you. I see the pain you’re in right now. I’d tell you I told you so when you came over, wet and only with a t-shirt, but then you’d start arguing.” With that, you leave his room and make sure to leave the door open behind you, enough to hear Peter in case he calls for you. You make your way to the open kitchen and take out the water heater, a bag of camomile tea from the cabinet and let the water boil. While it’s boiling, you search through the other cabinets for painkillers, until you find a packet of Ibuprofen. After checking and making sure it’s not past its expiration date and that Peter’s old enough to take it, you place it on the counter and take out a teacup, throwing the tea bag in and waiting for the water to end. After a minute, you slowly fill the cup, careful not to burn yourself. You take the painkillers, turn around and walk back to Peter, balancing the full tea cup in your left hand as you softly blow in it. It should be hot, but not too hot for Peter to burn himself when drinking.

You shove the door open with your foot and step in, placing the cup on Peter’s nightstand. He was already waiting for you, glass filled with water in hand and eyes narrowed at the door.

“Take these,” you whisper, handing him the painkillers and sitting on the side of his bed, only close enough for your thigh to be touching his hip. He plops a pill in his mouth, gulping it down and shaking his head.

“I can’t even swallow pills,” he groans. You lift your hand up, caressing the side of his face with your palm. A content sigh leaves his lips as you let your thumb gently caress his cheekbone. Pecking his lips softly, you ask.

“Do you want to sleep? I can close the blinds again and-” He shakes his head and takes your hand in his. “Can we watch a movie?” He whispers. You nod and help him move to the side on his bed. He takes the blanket with him, lifting it up and patting the empty side next to him.

You shake your head. “You’ll lay on me. I don’t want to put my whole body on you.”

“What,” A soft laugh escapes your lips. “I’m always the one laying on you. Let me take care of you,” Peter’s about to complain, but you’re already comfortably on the bed and patting your lap.

“Next time you-” You shush him, pulling the blanket over the two of you and grab the laptop sitting on his nightstand. He chooses a movie and places the laptop in front of you two.

“You’re lucky we have no school tomorrow. Else you’d be drowning in work,” you whisper into his hair. He sighs and glances at the pile of sheets and books on his desk.

“Already happening.” You giggle at his statement and turn your eyes back to the movie playing.

Midst watching the movie, Peter fell asleep on your lap and started snoring. A small smile displays on your face, watching your boyfriend lay comfortably with you and feel safe. You start running your hand through his hair as he stirs in his sleep, face squished against your stomach.

When he wakes up, he starts groaning and raising his head to look at you. You grin at him and peck his lips.

“Sleep good?” He shakes his head and lets it fall back on your stomach, nuzzling his nose against the fabric covering it and letting out a content sigh.

“I’m still in pain, but I guess it’ll get better later,” he says, his voice muffled. You nod and purse your lips, thinking.

“Wait, Peter.” He frowns at your worried tone and looks up at you again.

“Didn’t we buy those tickets for the concert tomorrow?” You nod to his desk. His head turns to the side you’re looking at, eyes widening and staring back at you.

“Shit, you’re right. Fuck I’m-” he starts and lowers his gaze to your lap,” I’m sorry we can’t go to the concert tomorrow because of me. I know how much you like-” You quickly shut him up by cupping his face in your hands, pouting and shaking your head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, babe. You’re sick and I want to take care of you. We can repeat this another time,” you say gently, staring into his eyes as the frown on his face deepens.

“But you always said how excited you were for this” he protests.

“I am, yeah, but I’d rather stay at home with you than going there alone and letting my boyfriend here. Or worse, dragging you with me,” you tell him. You see the corners of his lips pick up and feel your own eyes lit up as he tries to hide his smile.

“You don’t want me to go!” A dramatic gasp leaves your mouth and you throw your head back.

“What- no! I just- I like it when…” he trails off and leaves you silent. You stare back at him, raising a brow and waiting for his answer. “I said that I just want to spend time with you and I’m kind of happy you’re staying here,” he whispers.

You grin and pull his face closer to yours, noses almost touching.

“You’re so in love with me,” He rolls his eyes and pushes you back, not before kissing the palm of your hand. “Yeah yeah I am. Am I not allowed to?”

You smirk and drape your arm over him as he shuffles closer to you.

~

A week later, Peter’s still sick. Or at least, that’s what aunt May told you. He didn’t leave his bed for hours and you slowly started to worry whether to take him to the doctors or not. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes from hours of studying and doing assignments that were already due last week. Why would he stay up at night, if he was sick? It’s what made you think whether he’s really faking it. He wouldn’t fake being sick and stay up the whole night, right?

“Y/N, did Peter tell you when he’ll come back?” Your head snaps up to the teacher talking to you, frowning and shaking your head.

“He didn’t. He’s been really sick for a little more than a week now, I don’t think he’ll come back this week yet.” The teacher nods and carries on with the class, taking a pen and starting to write something into a brown book.

You feel a light tap on your shoulder and turn around, being greeted with Ned’s worried expression.

“You sure he’s alright? He didn’t text me either,” he checks.

“He did throw up like three times last week,” you trail off, thinking about how your boyfriend called you three times from Tuesday to Wednesday, telling you he threw up and asking if you could come over.

“I’ll go to his later anyways, should I tell him to talk to you?” Ned only nods, lowering his eyes back to the paper in front of him and starting to write down his answers quickly.

~

You knock on Peter’s door after May let you in. She was in a hurry, talking about having a job interview in twenty minutes and being late as she left you in the living room, closing the door to the bathroom behind her.

There’s a faint “yeah” when you open the door, looking through the crack into his room and staring at the figure hunched up under blankets. Your eyes soften as you step into the room, closing the door silently. The blinds are up, different from the other day. His room also looks cleaner. He must’ve cleaned up the pile of clothes that was there last week and tidied his desk. You frown as you look at his bed. Yesterday he told you his head hurt too much and that he felt dizzy when standing up. Must’ve been May, probably, you shrug and walk closer to his bed, sitting down at the end of it.

“Hey,” His voice startles you. There isn’t a crack in it anymore and his eyes don’t squint as much at the bright lighting in his room as they did the last time you were here. You hum and lean back on your arms.

“How are you feeling?” you ask.

“Pretty good.” He peaks up from under the blanket, smiling at you. His eyes widen when he realizes what he just said and starts coughing. You frown and sit up straight, arm stretched out ready to grab the glass of water next to him.

“Uh, compared to last week. Yes, pretty good compared to last week,” he adds quickly and hides back under the blanket. You giggle and shuffle closer to his form, running your hand through his locks under the blanket and earning a sigh from him. He likes it when you touch him, whether it’s hugging, running your hand through his hair, or when you’d cling into his biceps as the headboard hit against the wall repeatedly. There is always physical touch between the two of you.

“Do you want to drink something? I’ll go make you another tea,” you propose and stand up, leaving his bed. He nods and smiles at you. You leave the room and walk into the kitchen. This time, you close the door to his room completely. He’s feeling much better than last week, but also acting suspicious. Peter wouldn’t skip school and act sick. It 's not like him. Like, at all. Right?

The door to his room is closed, so the first thing Peter decides to do when you leave is jump out the bed and walk to his desk, taking his phone and getting back into his comfortable bed. He makes sure you can't hear any frantic steps or movements.

After you left Peter's room the first night he asked you to stay, he started to like the attention you were giving him. It's not that you don't pay attention to your boyfriend. In fact, Peter may be in the center of your attention and you his. You two make sure to show each other the love you feel and that you care.

It's just that with your busy schedules and upcoming exams, spending time together wasn't your top priority anymore. He misses the days when you'd go to Delmar's with him after school, instead of instantly leaving because of an essay that was due that same week. So he decided to do what he does, in his opinion, best. Lie. Act sick.

He did feel bad when he first started coughing every time May was around and she worried for him, but at some point he realized staying at home a little longer wasn’t that bad and he could use some time away from school. Although he could’ve just told May he was in pressure and wanted to stay home for a couple of days, he’d rather use this option.

Peter suits himself in his bed and turns on the phone, already flooded by texts from Mj and Ned telling him the homework they got for today and texts from Ned asking where he was at, and why he stays home for this long. He stifles a laugh at the memes Ned sent into the group chat and glances to the door at the muffled steps he heard. When he’s sure there isn’t anyone close to his room, he returns his eyes to the screen of his phone.

You’re on the other side of the door, side of your face pressed against the door and holding in your breath to not get noticed. You heard a laugh when you were in the kitchen. You left Peter laying in his bed, he was too dizzy to get up and grab his phone. You raise a brow and lean closer to the door, daring to press down the doorknob and silently stepping in, halting in the open doorway with your hand on your hip and an expectant expression.

Peter is sitting up on his bed, covers long forgotten on the end of it and phone in hand. He’s laughing at something playing on his screen, not noticing you standing in the room yet. You click your tongue, pursing your lips and waiting for your presence to be noticed. When your boyfriend throws his head back, letting out another loud laugh, you decide to let him know you’re there.

“oh, ok. so i see you’re better?” you quirk a brow, smirking. his eyes widen and his head snaps to you, watching you through plate-wide eyes. he sucks in a breath and puts his lip in a thin line.

“uhm, you’re back?” he croaks out. a nervous giggle leaves his lips and he shrugs with a smile plastered on his face, biting his bottom lip. “i- i feel better,” you roll your eyes and place the cup of tea on his desk, making him frown.

“you didn’t really think i’d place it next to you? i see you’re better, go get it yourself.” he opens his mouth, only to shut it again. it was true, he looks and feels much better than last week. and peter knows he’s back to his healthy state, he just kept it from you. which is why he’s shocked at first, then frowns and groans.

“come on! yes i feel better, but can you give me the cup?” he asks. you shake your head, balancing your weight on one leg, jutting your hip out. oh, peter knows that look on your face. you’re not happy. not utterly disappointed, but you don’t seem the happiest either.

“no way you made me and may care for you for a whole week straight, when you didn’t feel sick!” you throw your hands up in the air, letting out an annoyed huff. he whines at you in a clearly irritated state and juts out his lip, trying to look as sad as possible.

“no, don’t pull that face on me. i’m pissed off,” you mutter as you walk to him, sitting down on his bed with your back to his figure. “please? i’m sorry i lied,” he starts. you frown, turning around.

“why did you, in the first place. you now have much more work to do. oh, and have fun explaining may why you lied about being sick. she stayed up with you at night, hell, i went to sleep at three for you! peter, we had school at seven!” you cry out.

the boy on the bed with you just shrugs, not exactly knowing what to say next.

“i guess i liked the attention i got.” you huff and take a glance at him. when he stays serious, you turn your whole body to him. “you liked the attention i gave you?” you ask in disbelief. he slowly nods.

“do i not give you attention?” you worry. he quickly shakes his head, arms out to reach for your hands. “no! you do, it’s just, with school and everything,...” he trails off. you nod and squeeze his hand, demanding for him to look up at your face.

“i know we don’t spend as much time together as we used to, anymore. but peter, you know i’m in so much pressure because of school! besides, don’t you have to focus on school, too? and may also told you you should look for an internship because you didn’t get one last year,” you reason. he lets go off your hand, clearly not amused.

“i told her i don’t want one. what will it do?” “uh, look good on your college applications?” you say, as if it was the most obvious thing on earth. he chuckles.

“besides that. i’ll find one, i just want to spend time with you for now,” he says softly as he scoots closer to your warm body. you put your arms around him, laying your head on his placed on your chest.

“i do too, pete. but i promise that in,” you stop and cran your neck to look behind you at the calender he’s got hung on the wall, “in five weeks we’ll be able to cuddle and watch movies like we did before again. now, we need to focus on school and you on your missed assignments,” you sigh. you feel him tense under you.

“what?! five weeks!” you smirk against his hair and squeeze him tighter.

“i was joking! two actually. but, until then, you’re stuck with me anyway studying so it won’t be that big of a problem if i stay away from you for one day,” you laugh and kiss his temple. he nuzzles into your chest, inhaling in your sent and sighing. “as long as we spend that time together, i don’t care how long it is until we finish all exams,” he whispers against you.

Prompt: Non-Superhero AU. Peter gets a sore throat! Which is very ill-timed, because him and the reader had plans to go to a concert, but they ditched in favor of the reader taking care of Peter. Days pass by and Peter is still "sick". Spoiler, he's just faking it at this point because he's enjoying the extra attention he's getting from his partner.

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Flowers for a girl

A/N: This still comes back sometimes, so I thought why not to write it down, though I don't exactly remember some parts of it for some reason (is it ptsd? idk), but in Middle-Earth AU, Kili is little younger (12-13 in human years, in TH he'd be like 16-17 i guess. Reader is 10-11 years old) and it happens before TH events. It's something different than I usually write, because it's based off on my personal experiences, so...yeah.

I wanted to write it down mainly for myself, to accept my past. If this is happening to you, please seek for help!! Better be safe than sorry. If you'd needed to, my ask box and messages are open, if you need to talk.

Warnings/triggers: description of emotional and physical bullying, body shaming, very low self esteem of reader, hints of swearing, eating disorder thoughts, mention of catcalling

If any of these is triggering you, please don't read this story!! Even if there is fluff, there are still these.

"Look at that fatty," one of the boys laughed into her direction. Y/n felt tears swelling in her eyes.

Don't cry, don't cry.

"How much do you weight? I bet as much as a pig!"

"You are so ugly and fat!" The other one said and pushed her. Y/n tried to do anything, but she was too scared.

"No, give it back, that's mine!" She said, when the boys took her sketchbook.

"Look at those drawings, they're like so bad," one of them pointed at them.

"Give it to me back!" She tried to grab him, but he put his arm up.

Don't cry, please, don't cry, not now...

"Ah, then come and get it!" He runned away, and Elle tried to catch him, but he was quicker.

"Ha! You out of breath already, you ugly fat pig? C'mon, come for it!" Him and other boys laughed. Y/N tried to catch his shirt, but he was running and jumping around.

"Look at how she jumps, look at her! It's like pudding!" They laughed. Y/N felt tears to come up into her eyes.

Don't cry, not now, you can't...

"Look, she's gonna cry!" You looked away, blinking furiously.

You can't cry in front of them.

"Leave her alone!" A voice came from behind the boys. They all looked back at him.

Y/N couldn't see him, she was shorter than them, and they were around her in a circle.

"Or what?" Said one.

"Look, the fatty got a boyfriend, eww!" One of the boys, and Y/N wanted to hide somewhere. She felt scared, shameful, and embarrassed.

Who would have ever loved her?

"Look, she's not speaking," they pushed her and Elle let out a surprised gasp as she fell to the ground.

"I'm saying it again, leave her alone," the other boy said. She looked around, and noticed him looking at her. She blushed, and looked away. He was handsome.

She knew she will hear about it later.

"Or what? What are you?"

"I'm Kili, from the line of Durin, and I would suggest you to get out, if you don't want me to kill you," he growled out, and Y/N felt fear rising in her. Would he hurt her?

Kili pointed the tip of one of his daggers to the main boy's throat, who then quickly took his friends and went away. They even threw her her sketchbook back.

"Did they hurt you?" Kili asked, then looked down at her for the first time.

She refused to look at him at first, but then she did. She was scared, and reminded Kili of a bunny.

She could be around ten years old. She was a human, he guessed, based on her ears.

"No, I'm...I'm okay," Y/N whispered and looked away.

"Thank you," she muttered.

"What happened? Why did they followed you?" Y/N looked down in her lap.

"I was drawing and reading here. I think they seen me, and went after me...it's been my safe place," You whispered.

"I can stay with you, in case they would come back," Kili offered before he thought of it. At this point, he was sitting down next to her.

"I-I don't know. They would laugh at both of us..." she said quietly, fearing of a wave of laugh. Kili furrowed his brows.

"How long has this been happening to you?"

"For over a year..." you said.

"I'm Y/n," she said a little awkwardly.

"I'm Kili," Kili introduced himself, remembering how his mother taught him to introduce himself.

"So that's decided, I'm staying with you," he said, and muttered some curses in Khuzdul, as he thought about the group.

"H-here, take my coat. It's getting cold," he said. She smiled nervously.

"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you anymore," He offered her a smile, and she decided to take his offer, though she hoped he won't comment on her warming up face, or her body. She liked him, he was not just handsome, but actually kind to her.

It has never happened to her ever before, with a guy, who was a stranger...

The coat was big on her (that was a huge relief) and she cuddled into it.

"So, what are we going to do now?"

"Well, I-" Y/N didn't finished her sentence, because the first drop fell on her head, and other quickly started following. She gasped and quickly put her belongings to her bag. As she finished, it was raining heavily now. Her hair was soaking wet, sticking to her head.

Now he will see how I'm ugly, and laugh at me and call me names, and- she wanted to cry. Kili noticed her expression.

"So they did hurt you? Where is it?" Y/n shook her head, as they walked in the heavy rain.

"N-no, I just...I hope the sketchbook didn't got wet," she decided for the safer version.

"But you got wet. Where do you live?"

"Well...around twenty minutes of walk," Y/N said, so if anything, he wouldn't try to find her, though she was kind. But just to be safe.

"I'll take you home with me, it's not that far," Kili offered, and you quickly turned to him. He was kind, but her parents warned her about going somewhere with strangers.

"I-I think it's okay, thank you for your offer,"

"You are going to get wet to bone if you keep walking," Kili said and Y/N looked at him, but quickly looked away. The rain sticked Kili's hair and clothes to his body, and she blushed.

He surely has a girlfriend, don't be stupid, she snapped at herself.

He would never want to be with you, you are a child, and he is older. And he is super kind and handsome.

"Alright, then...I will go with you," you said unsurely. She thought she would think of something, if anything would go wrong. Plus, he was a prince. Y/N doubted he would do anything like this, if he was a prince.

"Amad, I'm home!" Kili said as he closed the door behind him. Y/N curiously looked around. It was a nice small house, with the smell of bread hanging in the air.

"Come with me," Kili said, and as Y/N was about to make a step, she noticed the puddle, and how she was soaked.

Before Y/N knew it, she was sitting in clean dry clothes, borrowed from Kili, wrapped in sweater and a blanket, sipping on warm tea.

"Kili, who is this?" Dis asked her son quietly. Kili looked at the human girl.

"Well, some boys called her names, so I went there, and then started raining, so I told her to come with me, because she told me she lives futher away, and she was soaking wet already..." Dis nodded, though she eyed her son, if he wasn't hiding anything.

"Where do you live, dearie?" Dis asked the little girl, who shyly looked around.

"I live near that small forest, my family owns multiple fields, and we work there," she admitted to the woman, who introduced herself as Dis.

"Would you like to have anything else to eat?" She offered her. Y/N shook her head. She didn't wanted to embarrass herself, and look like all she could do was to eat.

"No, thank you for your offer," she smiled, and carefully sipped on her tea.

The rain stopped, and Dis went with the girl where she lived, to explain what happened, and make sure she was safe.

Kili didn't seen the girl for next couple days, but when he was on the hunt in the forests, he overheard a conversation.

"He was cute, brown eyes and he was kind to me," Smile stretched across his lips, as he recognized that voice. He wasn't considered as too attractive among his kin, but hearing this made his heart warm up.

"Blue eyes are prettier, aren't they?" a voice of another girl said. Y/N was quiet.

"Well, they just are. Brown eyes aren't that pretty," the girl said.

"Don't you think so?" She turned to Y/N.

"W-well, um, depends on a person, I think?" The other girl got up.

"They are prettier." Kili could clearly see how Y/N looked down, and she seemed to feel sad.

He walked away, with thoughts of Y/N in his head, when he suddenly overheard some voices in the distance.

"Do you think we will find the pig today?"

"Probably. Her and her ugly drawings."

"It's not just her drawings who is ugly," the boys laughed.

"Do you remember her? 'Don't do that,' and then she went and started swearing back at us,"

"We are going to get her back, don't worry. She's slow runner, what about if we would take her things and made her run around? She would lose some weight at least."

"Great idea," other boys said. Kili felt his blood boiling.

How dare they to talk about her this way?

As the boys walked along, Kili prepared to scare them a little, but then he overheard another things.

"The guy who protected her, he has horrible taste in girls."

"Yeah, what a jerk. And those eyes the small fat pig made on him," one of them widely opened his eyes and wildly started blinking. The other boys were laughing.

Kili gripped his bow. He didn't knew the girl too much, but nobody deserved to be treated this way.

His arrows found their target quickly. The boys stopped, and looked around. Kili noticed they were really afraid, and smirked to himself.

When he came back home with two rabbits, he decided to go look around again. The sun was still not setting, so he still had some time.

His thoughts took him far away, and he didn't noticed he stepped on something, that felt like a pencil. He looked down, and realized it was a few pencils, hidden in grass, and when he looked around, he noticed sketchbook, hidden in old willow. If he wouldn't know what to look for, or didn't had as swift eyes, he wouldn't ever notice it.

He took the sketchbook out. It was familiar, and though he felt a little guilty, his curiousity was stronger.

He noticed a few sketches of trees, flowers and attempts of drawing people. They all were made with precision. They were not as realistic, but that certainly didn't mean they were not nice. It was drawn by someone, who was still learning, but truly excited about it.

Kili put it back carefully, and got back home.

It's been a few weeks, when he met the girl again. He came home with Fili from sword training, and his eyes widened when he noticed Dis with Y/N, chatting in the kitchen.

"Hi," she greeted them shyly.

"We have first strawberries, so I thought I would bring some for you," she shyly looked at Kili.

-

"Stop it," you muttered. Kili rose his brow.

"Oh, what is it?" He looked her into face, and noticed her shy smile, while he was grinning.

"You made me obsessed with these strawberry cakes your grandma bakes, can I have another one?" He made puppy eyes. Y/N sighed.

"Fine. But don't distract me, okay?" Y/N handed him the sweet pastry, and Kili winked at her.

"You're the best," He kissed her cheek quicker, than he thought of it. They both deeply blushed.

"Um, thank you, I suppose," Y/N muttered, and looked back into her sketchbook.

Meantime, when Kili chewed on his cake, Fili came back from his and Kili's room, and started reading a book. He started laughing, and Kili quickly took a look what was his brother laughing about.

"C'me read this, Y/N, this is so funny!" He said, but his smile froze, as he noticed her ashamed expression.

"What happened, Bunnie?" He used the nickname he gave her, because she loved bunnies. Y/N sighed.

"Well, um...it's embarrassing," she whispered.

"Neither of us will laugh at you, I promise," Fili said, and the girl looked at both of them. She took a deep breath.

"Icannotread," she muttered, and quickly looked away.

"You can't...read?" Y/N nodded shamefuly.

"It's, um...the school is too far for me to go  alone there, so, um...yeah." The brothers shared a look, which Y/N took in different meaning. She felt tears in her eyes, but Fili was quick enough to notice.

"No, we won't laugh at you, Y/N!" He said and pulled the girl into a bear hug. Kili quickly joined.

"Yeah, Bunnie, don't worry. We would never laugh at you," Y/N relaxed in the hug.

"Thank you," she muttered, and hugged them back.

They spend rest of the day by teaching her how to read, and write. Soon after, Y/N started studying with the brothers.

-

"You are distracting me," Y/N muttered, as Kili was kicking his legs back and forth. It was summer - over four months after they met. Y/N sat up on the tree, and Kili was sitting down on branch a little lower.

"How can be that possible?" He looked at her innocently. Y/N blushed, when she seen his big brown eyes in sunlight. They were in shades of melted gold and caramel.

"The tree is shaking, and I want to enjoy reading this book without distractions."

"I'm not a distraction!" Kili pouted.

"You are," Y/N offered him a smile, and got back to her book. Kili pouted a little more.

"Will you read it to me, then?" Y/N looked at him, and dramatically sighed.

"Fine. But let's sit down on the ground," Kili got down, and then he carefully placed his hands around her waist, Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders for support, and he put her down.

Y/N sat down, her back leaning against the tree, and Kili placed his head on her lap. Y/N smoothed her skirt and placed her book next to her, so she could read it, while playing with Kili's hair.

Y/N was the only one allowed to touch Kili's hair, aside from Kili's family. She never understood why dwarves were such touchy about their hair, but again, she was the same way, so she fully respected it.

Kili fell asleep after a while, on the sound of her voice.

-

"You the last cake I said was mine!" Y/N growled out and Kili laughed, but he quickly stopped laughing.

After the months of spending time together, running around the fields and archery lessons, she got much stronger, so her punches had strength and would hurt. Kili and Fili would never hit or fight with a girl, and though Y/N became like another part of the family, only tickle fights were allowed with her.

"You-you Kili!" Y/N was more upset than angry, and Kili started laughing again, as he was jumping around and trying to get away from her punches.

"Stop, Bunnie," and tickled her.

"N-NO-T T-HAT P-PLAC-E, K-KI-LI!" Kili grinned.

"Awn, who is ticklish?"

"I ha-te you!" Y/N slid her hand across the back of his neck, and Kili let out a squeal.

"N-NOO!" You giggled as you started tickling him.

"Gotcha," You sticked out your tongue on him, and quickly runned away to hide, before he would get you back.

You runned, but didn't noticed when you bumped into someone.

"Aah, long time no see," a voice said, and you shivered.

"You squeled on us, huh? Is that everything you can do? You loser," the boy said. Y/N kept quiet, with her head down.

"Oh, look guys, she's going to cry! What are you gonna do? Run to your mommy, or your friends? Go on, you tettle-tale." Elle felt tears in her eyes, and quickly looked up.

"I'm not a tettle-tell, I-"

"That's what you say, and then you will go and tell your mommy about 'the big boys are bullying you'," they laughed. Elle wished she could hide somewhere, and try to cry. She wasn't able to cry, even when she was alone, as she learned to hide her tears.

Whoosh

And then a yelp from the boys.

Y/N looked up and noticed the arrow in one of the surrounding trees. It was Kili's arrow.

"You told someone to spy?! You will pay for this later," one of the boys said, and then another two arrows pierced through the air. The boys quickly walked away, leaving her alone.

Kili runned out from behind the trees, and pulled her close to his chest. He started saying something angrily in Khuzdul, and Y/N was sure those were swear words.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here," Kili whispered, when he finished his quick session of swear words. Y/N shook in his embrace.

"Let's go home," he said. They picked up his arrows, and went home.

Kili made Y/N tea and gave her his favourite sweater, which also happened to be her favourite as well.

When Y/N went to sleep, Kili checked her every few minutes. He felt guilty. He should've protected her better, stay with her.

He carefully sat to the edge of the bed, and slid his thumb softly over her cheek.

"I will make sure they get what they deserve," he muttered and softly caressed her cheek.

-

"Sure, I will go with Bella and Alia, you don't need to worry about me, I will be safe," Elle gave Kili a smile. Her two friends from her neighbourhood, with who she enjoyed to spend time too.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," he shrugged, and sharpened his dagger. Y/N started on brushing her hair.

"The boys won't do anything, if they meet us in a group. Plus Fili gave me that sharp dagger for my fourteenth birthday, I always keep in my shoe."

Kili looked at his friend, focused on brushing out the knots in her hair. Y/N grew up and changed the way she reacted to what other people told her. But that wasn't just what changed.

She grew up into a young woman. She was beautiful, and some girls were jealous of her because of it, but luckily, Y/N had great friends.

"You home, sleeping beauty?"

"Oh, of course I am!" Kili grinned as he heard Bella's voice.

"No, you are snoring beauty."

"That's Fili!"

"That's both of you," Y/N rolled her eyes, but chuckled. She and Kili said their goodbyes to each other, and her friends she knew for three and two years, turned to her.

"So, how was your date?" Y/N blushed.

"He gave me flowers for my birthday, so what? That's what friends do." Y/N turned to Alia to change the topic.

"How about you and girls?" The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Some of them are arrogant, but other than that it's good. But I have you, so I don't care," she grinned and hugged her friends around their shoulders.

"So, what do you-" Bella started, when a group of boys passed them. They whistled, and started talking about them. Y/N's cheeks blushed, as she overheard them.

"Don't listen to those idiots, they still share one brain cell," Bella and Y/N said at once, and they all laughed, though Y/N didn't felt any happiness. Her instinct to run and hide from these boys was still there.

-

And then we arrived to the market. I still looked around if they were not there, but luckily not, Y/N wrote down the sentence, and put the notebook aside. She felt happy they didn't recognized her, but it still stressed her out. She looked over to the bow and quier with arrows Kili gifted her, when she had thirteenth birthday.

"Trouble with sleeping?" Kili's raspy voice appeared behind her.

"Yeah," Y/N sighed out, and pat on the bed next to her.

"C'me here, snoring beauty," Kili chuckled at that nickname.

"Ugh, again?" You nodded with a grin.

As you laid in safety of Kili's arms (and him being soundly asleep), your mind turned into a specific direction. Would Kili like you? Not just as a friend, but...more?

You'd fall asleep like this, if you had bad dreams. Kili fell asleep first, and softly snored, but he looked cute while doing so. You shook your head, and decided to listen to his breath, and soon, you fell asleep yourself.

The memories of the times you used to be bullied by those boys came back. You didn't felt confident at all, and mostly sad. You couldn't fall asleep at night, and you often found yourself looking over your body. Fat pig, that's how they called her. Was she still...like this? Would she ever be pretty enough?

It's been a while, since she cried before sleep, and then fell asleep afterwards.

The brothers noticed something was going on, when their friend seemed to be bothered by something. So, they decided to do thing they always did, which was making flowercrowns together.

-

"You're messing it up, Fili," you giggled, when the blonde prince's flowercrown fell apart.

For fifth time in twenty minutes.

"Well, I'll go get some fresh flowers, over here," he pointed to the carpet of daisies in the golden light of setting sun.

"Guess who," Said smooth voice next to your ear, when his hands covered your face.

"Hmm, is that you, Ki?"

"Who else."

Kili sat in front of you, and placed a flowercrown on your head. You both stood up, and he twirled you around.

"I've got you something else," he whispered.

"Flowers," you looked happily over the small fresh bouquet of wild flowers, and felt warmth spreading in you. You looked into his chocolate eyes.

"Kili, thank you so much, it's...it's beautiful,"

"Not nearly as beautiful as you," he looked deeply into your eyes.

"Flowers for a girl," he said, with a slightly pink-tinted cheeks.

"Now finally braid her hair," the lion prince's voice interrupted the romantic scene.

[jisvnq]

[ 12:22PM ]

title | Photograph

genre | fluff

warnings | none

word count | ~1.5k words

requested | nope~

description | where jisung gets dared to take a picture with you, otherwise he'll have to ask you out. either way induces a weird fluttery feeling in his stomach.

z.txt | okay, so i've changed how it looks (again) lol, so i'm reblogging it, and wow... i can't believe this was my first oneshot... i remember making this in celebration because i came back to tumblr for the first time :D i've gone through this and i think i've improved on my writing a bit :DD ok here you go~~

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"Oh, God, no," Jisung groans as his friends cheered, all looking to one specific girl who sat down under the tree. "No, no, no, no way!"

"A dare's a dare, Jisung," Chenle grinned, mocking him with his own words. "You better do it."

"There's no way I'm gonna take a picture with Y/n!" Jisung said in panic, braving a glance towards you, who sat peacefully on the grass. "No way!"

"C'mon, dude," Haechan smirked, putting an arm around Jisung's shoulders. "So what if you ask for a picture? It's just a picture."

"God, it's gonna be so obvious!" Jisung whined as they stood up, dragging the poor boy to the exit. Jisung tried turning around, but it seems like Jeno, who was now in Haechan's place, wasn't having any of it.

"What's gonna be so obvious?" Renjun teased.

Jisung blushed a bright pink. "You know what! Just– change the dare!"

"Alright," Jaemin smirked. "But you've gotta pick and do at least one by the end of lunch."

"Anything," Jisung pleaded as they stopped in the hallway. Wrong move.

"It's either you ask Y/n out on a date date," Jaemin wiggled his eyebrows. "Or you take a selfie with her."

"You could do both," Chenle grinned. "That works too."

"Oh, no, no, no," Jisung repeated like a mantra, trying ineffectively to resist his friends' force as they pushed him to the exit. "No, oh God, no!"

"Oh, come on, Jisung!" Haechan huffed, holding the struggling boy captive. "Just one picture, just one date. If she rejects you, well, that's impossible."

"How'd you know that?" Jisung asked, miserably trying and failing to escape from Jeno's grasp. "She'd reject me on the spot."

Haechan shrugged as they began to push him towards you again. "I have my sources."

Despite his struggling, deep inside, Jisung had wanted to do this dare, much more than he was letting out. If you did reject him, well, he had an excuse. And if you didn't, he might as well be the happiest boy on Earth.

Soon enough, you were right there in front of him, serene and at peace, softly bobbing your head along to the song playing in your earphones. Jisung simply gave up at this point, looking to his friends who all hid behind another closeby tree nervously. They all gave him a thumbs up. Taking a deep breath, he sat down beside you, making his friends squeal silently.

"Uh- excuse me?" Jisung said timidly, but seeing as you had music blasting through your ears, you didn't hear a thing.

Jisung raised a shaky hand and tapped your shoulder lightly. "E- excuse me, Y/n?"

You turned your head quickly out of surprise, but the gesture caught him off guard, his face suddenly in front of yours. Your cheeks both tinted pink when you had regained your composure.

"Oh– Jisung," you said, taking your earphones out and putting your book down. "What- what brings you here?"

"W- well, uh–" Jisung struggled to form a proper sentence, trying to get his thoughts in check. "I was wondering... you think you could– we could take a picture.... together...?"

His voice got tinier and tinier at the end and it had made you give him a warm smile that had butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"A picture?" you asked. "What for?"

"That- that's not important now," Jisung said, clearly embarrassed as he took his phone out nervously. He looked to you, biting the inside of his cheeks. "So...?"

Who were you to say no to Park Jisung?

"Of course," you said, easing his nerves a bit, but their shot back up as soon as you scoot closer to him to fit in his camera's frame.

It was awkward at first, his hands shaking and sweating, your body angled awkwardly toward the camera, but soon enough, after a bit of teasing from you and some small talk, he loosened up a bit, and you did too. Your elbow now rested on his shoulder, and you two grinned, laughing as you made faces to capture.

"It's a nice book, really," you hummed, running a hand over the cover. You look up to him. "Say, do you want to borrow it?"

Jisung's cheeks flushed. "Oh, no– it's fine. You're still reading it. I can just borrow afterwards."

You chuckled, handing him the book. "It's fine. I don't remember how many times I've even read it. It's called rereading, if you didn't know."

"Hey," Jisung said as he took the book from your hands. "I do know what rereading is. Just, not that you've reread this book."

You chuckled. "I know."

The two of you just sat there on the grass, backs leant against the tree, stealing glances at each other that Jisung's friends hidden behind a neighboring tree didn't miss and didn't hesitate to point out to Jisung, who forgot they were even there.

"Ask her out!" Chenle half-whispered, half-shouted, making Jisung widen his eyes and gesture for him to hide while Jaemin urgently pulled the boy back.

"What was that?" you asked, looking around suspisciously, meeting Jisung's shaking eyes.

"Uh, nothing!" Jisung said a bit too quickly, suddenly unable to look you in the eyes. He knew he already succeeded in his dare, why did he want to ask you out now too?

You nodded, clearly not believing him, but letting it slide. You got up, which surprised Jisung, the boy standing up after you.

"Well," you said, dusting off your skirt. You smiled at him, somehow sad you had to leave. "I guess I have to go now. Class will start soon and my classroom's on the other side of the campus."

"Wait," Jisung said as soon as you turned around, trying to grab your wrist, like what he saw in the movies, but he missed, grabbing your hand instead. He blushed. "I- I, uh, want to ask you something."

You turned around, cheeks the same shade as his, feeling his hands begin to sweat. Your heart beat faster in your chest, thumping against your ribcage harshly. Was he gonna say what you think he'll say?

"What is it?" you asked, almost a whisper. "Jisung?"

"Do you–" Jisung inhaled deeply. "Do you think we could meet up some time? Like- like at the cafe across the street or the library or something? I- I mean, I need to give you the book back, don't I?"

You let a relieved laugh slip from your lips, and it scared Jisung a bit. Why were you laughing? Were you gonna reject him? Oh no–

"Jisung," you said again, a soft smile on your lips. "I'd love to hang out with you some time. Anytime. Just send me when and where, I'll be there."

Jisung's head was pretty much a mess right now. He just asked the prettiest girl in school out, and she said yes. He wanted to slap himself. Was he dreaming? The electricity he felt run up his arm when you squeezed his hand before letting go told him he wasn't.

"How- how will I contact you?" Jisung asked you.

You gave him a grin. "Check the back of the book. It's for when it gets lost."

Jisung turned to the back cover and saw a name and a phone number written on it. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait, isn't this your brother's name?"

You laughed brightly. "It's just so no one tries anything if I leave a book lost somewhere. It's happened a few times before."

It was silent for a few moments, just the two of you looking at one another with shy smiles, standing awkwardly in front of each other.

"So," Jisung finally breaks the silence, looking down to his feet as he breaks eye contact. "You- you think tomorrow's okay?"

"To meet up?" you asked. Jisung nodded eagerly, making you chuckle. "Of course! Just send me the photos and I'll be there for sure!"

Jisung smiled, your heart doing a little flip when he did so. "I will."

The two of you bid your goodbyes, you gathering enough courage to wink at Jisung, making his cheeks heat up once again, and he made his way back to his friends with a stupidly wide smile on his face and unsteady feet.

"Woah, dude," Chenle grinned as they all pat their friend's back. "You look like you're drunk."

"Yeah," Jisung grinned back. "Drunk with Y/n~"

"Oh God, she broke him," Renjun snorted.

"So I take it as you got the date?" Jaemin hummed.

Jisung nodded excitedly. "Yep! And I got the pictures! Plus her number!"

Jeno whistled. "Jisung's got the girl alright."

"Ha!" Haechan pumped his fist into the air. "Told you it'd work out fine!"

"Shut up," Jisung mumbled, cheeks turning pink.

And when the topic strayed further and further away from you, Jisung found himself daydreaming about you. He always imagined how a date with you would go. Now, he'd have to work hard to put it into reality. Especially since that reality was with you.

Safe to say, he sent you the pictures (definitely not during history), confirming your attendance for tomorrow's date. Soon enough, one date lead to another, and another, and another, each one with their own corresponding photographs as memories with each other add up.

One date after another, one memory after another, one photograph after another. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[justanotherlifeff]

Levi Ackerman × reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, matured themes, slowburn

Warning: There's mentions and descriptions of underage rape and suicidal themes and self harm.

Levi POV

At the moment, I was in the Trost district with Pastor Nick. I showed him the evacuation of people from Wall Rose in Ehrmich district last night. It made him talk about a certain Krista Lenz from 104 training Corps. (Y/N) must know her. Pixis was in Trost and Erwin asked me to be there with him as the Garrison was involved in finding the hole in the wall. Now that I was sure about what to do about (Y/N), all I could do was wait for her to return. I didn't distrust her abilities. I knew she was a very efficient and lethal soldier, however, the only thing bothering me were her injuries.

 She kept the sprained leg in check with a bandage but how long would that hold up? In case of combat, it would be a nuisance and decrease her abilities by a lot. There are possibilities that she won't be able to walk for a long time if she puts too much strain on herself. I wasn't a doctor but watching Hanji heal so many of our comrades gave me a vague idea on such things. 

I was sitting on the cart with the pastor and talking to some military police soldiers when a messenger came rushing and said "THE ADVANCE PARTY IS BACK! SOMEONE TELL COMMANDER PIXIS!". I wanted news about (Y/N) as soon as possible but I decided that looking too eager would raise suspicion. After Pixis and Erwin came down from the wall, the messenger continued, "W-we found no holes or any other irregularities in the wall.. B-but the situation has turned into an emergency! On our way to report to Trost district, we encountered a Survey Corps team led by Hange! There were a number of unequipped recruits and one equipped but badly worn out recruit from the 104th with them, but among them three of those soldiers were titans!" the messenger quivered.

 She was alive. The soldier mentioned to Erwin that they were the Colossal titan but the fight didn't go well. "Was anyone killed?" I asked the soldier. "Yes heichou. One member from the Garrison was eaten by the colossal titan. Many are injured from the steam released by the colossal titan." the soldier quivered. Now I was sure that she was alive. Now I have the chance to make things right when she returns.

A few hours back:

(Y/N) POV

We were travelling to the wall to be safe from any remaining titans on the ground. Garrison members were gonna meet us up there with food and information about the location of the hole in the wall. I was tired and hungry because the last time I ate anything was bread that I bought from a store inside wall Sina on my way to the safehouse. I fought all night with only an hour of sleep. I felt dizzy and passed out on the cart while we were on our way to the walls.

My parents were going on a date. I was 8 years old. They kept a babysitter to take care of me. His name was Jacob. My parents went on dates once a week. They used to keep this lovely lady named Miriam who used to read books to me but then she stopped coming and Jacob replaced her instead. My parents told me that they will keep me safe and I trusted them but I felt uncomfortable with Jacob around. He used to hug me for too long, ask to kiss his lips because he said I would be a bad girl if I didn't listen and my parents will leave me back to that horrible place. 

My parents said that Jacob is a nice person and I felt like they really would leave me if I didn't listen to him. So I did what he asked for the last two months. Today it was the same but something felt different about Jacob today. I was in the kitchen eating an apple when someone hugged me from behind. I didn't do anything because Jacob always did that. I was always uncomfortable about it but I didn't dare to say anything. Jacob made me sit on his lap this time. He didn't do it before but it made me more uncomfortable. 

Suddenly he turned me around to face him and horror struck me when I saw his face. His round fat face had that look which I saw too many times in that place they rescued me from. Before I could react, my clothes were torn, my hands were held firmly, my legs were stuck between his and I saw his penis was already out. I knew what was going to happen. "Not again" I thought. My eyes were tearing up. I felt helpless until I remembered that there was a knife on the kitchen table just behind me. I could use it to threaten him and get out of the house.

 "You did all kinds of things in the underground didn't you? Well, lowlife sluts like you deserve that. I wonder why Mr and Mrs Hertz don't use you the way you are supposed to be used." he said touching me all over. "He's wrong" my mind screamed. "I won't be touched again" my mind kept screaming."Not today" I snarled in my mind and hit his head with mine as hard as I could. It hurted me like hell and I felt dizzy. It made his hands loosen but not his legs and I knew I couldn't reach the knife this way. I had to escape this.

 "YOU BITCH" he shouted and before he held me again, I stabbed two fingers from two hands in his eyes. This involuntary movement was caused by the fact that I was scared he might hurt me much more due to this act of resistance. He shrieked and I got scared as I realised what I had and curled my fingers into a fist. His eye balls came out and were hanging by two nerves in each eye socket. He let go of me completely and was shrieking and withering. 

I ran to the kitchen table to get the knife as I was scared of him and what I had done. He was screaming in pain and saying words that I couldn't make out. I assumed that he was cursing at me. Suddenly, I felt calm. I stopped him. I remembered everything he said moments ago. Did I deserve what he was about to do to me? I remembered things that were done to me. How much it hurted. How the pain never stopped. How I grew used to the pain. Maybe I did deserve it. But that doesn't mean I can't avoid it. With the knife in my hand, I approached the withering disgusting man.

"(Y/N)! Wake up!" I heard Hanji shout. I opened my eyes to see the massive wall. A lift was getting everyone up on the wall. I remembered the dream I had. It was a memory that I had always wanted to forget but never managed to. I suppose deep down, I didn't want to forget because I didn't regret it one bit. "Is there food up there?" I asked Hanji. "Yes the Garrison soldiers are supposed to bring food for you lot. It's field rations so don't expect anything tasty" she told me with a smile and went back to check on the others.

 The sun was up properly. I assumed it had been an hour or two. My leg still was hurting but I could walk. I walked on to the lift and it was pulled up. The view from above the wall was as spectacular as always. I sat on an edge waiting for the Garrison's advanced unit to arrive. A few minutes later, they arrived with news that there was no hole in the wall. As they were discussing it, I waited for them to bring the food out as I was famished and weak. 

Eren was talking to Reiner and Bertholdt about something and he looked kinda flustered. I was looking at them when suddenly Reiner removed his bandages and his hand was steaming like Ymir. I stood up shocked. Does that mean Reiner is a titan shifter? Suddenly I saw Mikasa charge at Reiner and Berthold slashing Reiner's hand and some of Berthold's neck. She charged at them again shouting at Eren to run and just then, they transformed into the armoured and Colossal titan. 

I stood there dumbstruck as the armoured titan grabbed Eren. I knew I couldn't fight so I tried to run as far as possible from the colossal titan. My sprained leg made it difficult but I was doing my best. I saw Eren transform in Reiner's hand and fight him. I decided to process all that information later as I had to survive first. I had to see Captain Levi again.

 The colossal titan threw a fist on the wall and I was far enough to not get hit. I didn't have any gas in my 3DMG so I knew I couldn't fight anyway. Running was my only option. I kept running away from it, making as much distance as I could between us. Hanji and the others were trying to fight it but just like the last time, it emitted a gust of steam making it impossible to get close and giving everyone burns.

 That's when everyone went to fight Reiner but none of their blades were working because of his hardened skin. I regretted the fact that all I could do is watch. "Just like that day" I thought, remembering the dream I had earlier. But this time I knew better. I couldn't make reckless decisions because for the first time, I had something to lose.

It seemed like an eternity of sitting down. The fight was over. Eren and Ymir were kidnapped by Reiner and Berthold. I saw everything and couldn't do anything about it. I was given food and water and I waited for someone to come and take me back to the base. I was tired and my body ached. I wanted to go home.

Five hours later:

I dozed off for a while but the wall wasn't too comfortable. I had a dreamless uncomfortable nap before waking up to the sound of horses. Other survey Corps soldiers were here along with the military police. Levi Heichou wasn't here presumably because of his injury. I was able to go back to a remote cabin where Eren and Historia/ Krista would be hidden. Apparently they are a part of the new Special operations squad. When I came in, I found Levi Heichou sitting on the dining table which is the first room after getting inside the cabin. He had stacks of papers that he was working with. As soon as I got in, he looked at me. 

We made eye contact for a brief moment till he looked back at the paper he was working on and stated, "Take a bath. You look like shit. After that, come back and report everything to me. The bathroom is on the second floor, and your room is the one to the right. You're the second in command of my squad now so you will get your own room.". I murmured a "Yes heichou" and headed to the place he mentioned.

 So, he decided to make me second in command now? He did mention that I had the capability to get that position. I hoped it had nothing to do with our conversation that day and everything to do with my abilities. I felt weak and dizzy after taking a bath but I went downstairs to report everything. Levi Heichou was sipping a cup of tea while I briefed onto everything. When I told him about my titan kill count, he mentioned that it was quite impressive that I was able to do that and I might break squad leader Mike's record this way. I heard from him that squad leader Mike was dead. 

When I was done, and leaving, he said, "(Y/N), wait.". There was something about his voice that I didn't recognise. It wasn't his usual bored voice. It was booming, demanding and powerful but it had something else. He stood up, looked straight at my eyes as if to assess something. Then he walked right at me and kissed me.

Levi POV

I thought all day about what to say to her. I couldn't deny my attraction towards her anymore. I just didn't care anymore about the complications. I couldn't stand the thought of her dying alone. I wanted to be there for her till the end, no, I needed to be there. I knew I had to man up and be there for her and face the consequences. The only problem was, till the last moment, I didn't know how to express it all. After she was done reporting, I asked her to wait. I stood looking at her trying to find a way to tell her how I felt about that morning and her in general but that's when I realised that I could show it to her instead of saying mere words. 

I came to her trying to contain myself but when my lips met hers I lost all control and gave up all the passion and lust that was built up over time inside me ever since I laid my eyes on her. This beautiful strong creature squirming in my arms was everything I could ever ask for and the one thing I desired was to get lost into the bliss that I was in right now. Wait, why is she squirming? 

I removed my lips from hers to find a scared crying (Y/N) trying to get out of my grasp. I quickly removed my hands from her waist as she looked at me with fear in her eyes. My heart sunk at the expression she gave me. I remembered what she said about her past and realised what grave mistake I made. "I'm sorry (Y/N). I just wanted you to know how I feel about that morning. It was wrong of me to behave so coldly with you that day. I'm not good with words so I thought I could show you how I feel. You understand that right? I'm sorry I got carried away. I understand if you don't feel the same way or if you want to take it slo.." before I could finish, her lips were on mine. 

She wasn't going for a passionate or dominating kiss but rather something soft. I liked it for a change. I had never kissed a girl like that. She removed her lips after a few moments and I could clearly see the blush on her face. "I feel the same but please don't scare me like that. I avoided any physical intimacy for years and it is all very sudden for me. Please give me some time to process everything?" she asked in a quiet voice. 

"Okay. I can go by that pace. However, no one can know about us. You're my subordinate and not to mention you're a lot younger than me. The situation we are in is complicated enough and this will complicate things more. We have a lot of enemies now and I'm not talking about titans. If anyone knows, you could be a target and I don't want that. Do you understand?" I explained to her. She gave a weak smile at me and answered "Yes I understand." "Go get some rest. I'll cook something up before the new squad arrives. They should be back by evening. Get up after a few hours and eat." I stated and she replied with a "Yes heichou" before going upstairs. I needed to ask her to call me just Levi when there was no one around. 

To be continued... 

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