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002yb · 1 year ago

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I cried during your whole reply to the late ask. But please consider: Dick can't stand to look at Jaybin bc he feels too guilty and sad and he still thinks its his fault. And little jaybin is sad bc nothing has changed Dick still haces him no matter how much he loves him and Jason goes full mother on him bc a) he gets it, those are his feelings b) its a kid and Jason cant stand to look at a kid sad and c) if no one is looking out for him he might as well do. Damian is very !!!! Bc his position as jasons baby is in danger but also thats Jason as a *baby*. And Jason is just mothering two kids and Dick is taken out at the knees bc Jasons so perfect and protective and omG he wants to cry everytime he sees them. (Bruce is crying ln the corner and staring holes onto them) (Jason confronts Dick about making Jaybin sad and Dick cries)

Im so sorry this is so long but i got thoughts that i wanted to share bc your posts always make me happy<33 hope youre doing good and take it slow and one step at a time<3 love u<3

The angst potential from this angle of the double-Jay!AU, oh dear. It hurts in a different way from this post. But yes, let's explore:

Where Jaybin is so excited to see what's become of the future. He's eager to see how his small family is doing and if it's grown, what all Batman & Robin have achieved - what Jason has accomplished. More than anything, he wants to know that all their efforts have made a difference for Gotham.

Needless to say, Jaybin is left...unmoored, for lack of better words.

Because everything is wrong.

Bruce won't look at him. Dick still avoids him. Gotham is still fucked up. And just - Jaybin is welcome in the mansion, but it doesn't take a detective to realize that future Jason is estranged because everyone hates him, too

And ughhh, Jaybin trying to mend those burned bridges because he's alone and without proper support, but it's like he's a ghost

So, because Jaybin knows that it must be his fault, he singles out Jason. Without really understanding what happened, Jaybin blames himself and tells Jason to fix it.

Because Jaybin wants his dad back. He wants his family.

Jason being blindsided by 'his' upset feelings although they're nothing new. He's sat with them for years. No one understands more than him how fucking bad this grief hurts.

But Jason is Jason and while he feels a compulsion to help, the subject matter strikes him dumb temporarily

So Jaybin grieves because he can't understand what went wrong. Something something, he lashes out and says some cruel things about how they should just die

And that's what Damian overhears and like. This boy does not take kindly to the cruelty.

There's a Damian/Jaybin throwdown that finally snaps Jason back into action. He separates them and sends Damian off with a promise to tend to him later, but for now - Jaybin

With Jason patching Jaybin up. And them having a bit of a heart to heart.

Where Jason hears out everything that's bothering Jaybin and answering as patiently/kindly as he can. Things with Bruce? Can't fix that. Gotham? Work in progress. Bat methods are a joke, so he's trying his own thing.

And Dick?

What about him?

Jaybin kicking out his leg and grumbling about how Dick still hates them. He avoids Jaybin like the plague.

Jason being surprised at that. While it made sense back in Jaybin's timeline (something Jason has begrudgingly come to understand), Dick seems the sort to capitalize on a situation like this. Jaybin is, objectively, darling. And easily teased.

Jason grumbling about how Jaybin must have that crush by this point in time, huh?

Jaybin flustering because what? No. Shut up.

Jason snickering, then getting melancholic and soft. He shrugs and admits nothing comes of it. Better to give it up.

Have you?

It's the biggest call out.

It's not something Jason is dealing with, so he slaps a bandage on Jaybin's face and goes to tend to Damian

Which leads to sleepovers at Jason's flat. Where Damian bristles like a territorial cat because Jaybin is encroaching on Damian's Jason/space/etc. The only reason Damian behaves himself and begrudgingly looks after Jaybin is because Jason requests it of him. Damian definitely isn't happy about it though.

Which leads to a whole other side plot of Damian learning about who Jason was before he grew to be what he is. And Damian recognizing qualities he really loves about Jason in Jaybin, but also the differences. Like how all Jason's jagged edges aren't yet so piercing. Jaded, but not yet wrecked.

And of course Damian falls in love with Jason all over again contemplates his discoveries to Dick. Who is fondly reminiscent because he remembers well and sees it all, too. ;U;

But what's more? Dick recounting stories of the sparse times Jason and he were together. Damian noticing how Dick is so soft and melancholic and regretful.

Which, like - just hang out with him? Jaybin is here. Now's the time to make things right.

Which Dick is adamantly against because he's of the mindset that he'll make things worse. He always does with Jason. And Damian is fully just l: because really, Grayson? Pathetic. He wasn't there before; be there now. If Damian knows anything with any certainty, it's that Dick is unashamedly relentless. Is Damian wrong? )<

More than anyone, Damian knows the importance of Dick just…showing up. So.

Which leads to Dick asking Jaybin to go on patrol with him.

Needless to say, Jaybin, Jason, and Damian are dumbstruck because what

Jason and Damian? Jealous af (though Jason bites his tongue while Damian spits and sputters because he's Robin, damn it). Jaybin though? Starry eyed with the most brilliant of smiles

Commence a lot of Dick and Jaybin bonding as Dick steps up in the way he couldn't before. All while Jason and Damian get all huffy and petulant in the background.

But it's cool because Jaybin invites Dick over for dinner at Jason's one night. Which forces Dick and Jason to spend time together in a domestic capacity. But before that:

Dick being let inside the flat by Jaybin. And Jason peers around the corner to the kitchen because who the fuck?

His eyes going wide because wtf is Dick doing here?

'Whatever it is - it wasn't me.'

Which makes Dick grimace because he's not here on a case, Jaybin invited him

Jason being all wary because that's just how things are at this point. Still, he lets Jaybin have his company. It's fine. It's whatever. Jason was cooking extra anyway.

And yeah, something something Dick watching Jason be a caretaker

Dick minding his own business before Damian kicks him beneath the table and glowers at him because: 'don't get any ideas, Grayson.'

To which Dick is !! because what? No! No, no.

It's just surprising/disarming/sweet, is all. Dick's never seen Jason in this capacity. //3///

And yes. More dinners. Family patrols. Dick being brought more into the loop and Jason begrudgingly allowing Dick into their family unit space. Something something, Dick running errands after work or bringing home food. Everyone going out for some outings. Joint patrols. Just strong family vibes that heal all of them, tbh. ;U;

#dickjay #jason's first love is dick grayson

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lnkedmyheart · 1 year ago

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So I found this around, can I ask for Dazai/ Chuuya?

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

- Gets jealous the most

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

- Takes care of on sick days

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

- Gives unprompted massages

- Drives/rides shotgun

- Brings the other lunch at work

- Has the better parental relationship

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

- Still cries watching Titanic

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

- Makes the other eat breakfast

- Remembers anniversaries

- Brings up having kids

Lmao sure.

-Dazai gives the nose kisses but in an "annoying you mid argument" way and it short circuits Chuuya everytime. Chuuya gives top of the hair kisses when Dazai is not in a good place mentally. Its his way of showing comfort.

- Dazai gets jealous the most. Top way to get on Dazai's bad side is to say someone knows Chuuya better than him.

- both. Depends on the day. If Chuuya gets drunk at the bar during social drinking session sometimes Dazai would pick him up if needed, Dazai doesn't usually get drunk at the bar and is usually drinking at home. But on Oda's death anniversary Chuuya knows to pick him up from Lupin.

- both. Chuuya wont accept that he is sick so Dazai usually tricks him into resting. Dazai on the other hand has gotten better at taking care of himself since he joined the ADA but back in the PM Chuuya would care for him like he did with the sheep members.

- neither. I have a personal hc that Chuuya hates water bodies and Dazai is constantly at drowning risk despite being a great swimmer. Its just too much of a headache.

- dazai. He is generally more physical between the two and sees it as an opportunity to initiate physical contact.

- chuuya drives, Dazai rides shotgun. Also Dazai CAN drive, he just has god awful depth perception because of his stint with the bandaged eye.

- both. Dazai in wan actually showed up at the PM hq to give Chuuya coffee. Chuuya is more the type to drag Dazai to eat out.

- i dont think either has great parental relationships but Dazai definitely has better paternal instincts. Yes Chuuya cared for the sheep but he also was too hard on himself, Dazai is genuinely a natural with kids (first ln).

- Dazai. He loves ruining the moment so he will randomly start badly roleplaying stuff.

- Chuuya. I have an hc that Dazai is an amazing ballroom dancer and it only shows up when he is drunk. Chuuya on the other hand is uncoordinated as fuck due to being a light weight.

- Chuuya. He cries at movies but not at his own traumatic experiences. Dazai has videos.

- both. Dazai is embarassing about it, Chuuya is subtle.

- chuuya

- neither of them have healthy eating habits.

- Dazai. That man cannot forget a single thing about Chuuya. Chuuya forgets often because he is usually overworking himself to the bone. I also hc that outside of work Chuuya kind of just zones out completely due to exhaustion.

- Dazai mentions it in passing once, both of them pretend he never said that because their lifestyle doesn't allow them that and neither have the confidence in their own parenting abilities.

#skk

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teatitty · 1 year ago

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My other favourite Hizashi moments outside of "we should just beat up these reporters" are, in no real order: him stimming during the pros vs kids matchups and just humming to himself, tapping his foot etc and not even bothering to go looking for them; his brutal hilarious commentaries everytime he does them this man is a fucking menace; sports festival when he's waving his arms around and Aizawa dodges being hit in his bandaged face and then when Hizashi asks for a high five and Aizawa just raises his incapacitated arm; him and Aizawa judging AllMight in the teacher lounge; all the nicknames he has for Aizawa in the LN my favourite being "Energy-Saver Sho-chan"; when he tricked Aizawa into meeting with AllMight and they proceed to have a whispered argument right in front of him where he can 100% hear them; AllMight and Endeavour having a tense meeting in the hallway and Hizashi just blurts out a very hyper "I'm going to get some coffee! bye!" and fucking leaves

#bnha #yamada hizashi #he's so fucking funny this man is a menace at large #'he's the calm sweet one' no he fucking isn't he's throwing hands and taking names #and he somehow manages to juggle three very demanding jobs back to back #iconic to me

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hellshire-harlot · 2 years ago

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Mk no one asked for a Cotl/LN crossover but I have brain worms. Basic ideas + placeholder picrews below the cut bc I need to scream about this

So what I have so far is that they were killed in canon, including Narinder, and once each of them died they just sort of ‘woke up’ as human kids in the Little Nightmares universe. Probably in the Pale City, though Heket feels like she’d navigate the Maw easily and I feel like one of them survived the Nest at some point. They have no memories of their previous lives at first, but memories of godhood slowly start bleeding in after they reunite. Shamura finds Narinder first, and then Heket, Kallamar, and Leshy, and something in each of them just tells them that they’re siblings. They don’t question it, and though they look nothing alike, as far as any of them are concerned they’re kin. To easily identify each other (and because they used to wear black and gold robes), they all wear a visible yellow/gold garment.

Shamura is the oldest at about 12 years old, mentally and physically. Their head was injured during an escape with a group of other children from the Maw, resulting in them developing echolachia, short-term memory loss, and frequent migraines. Their pet spider, Cradle, spins silk which Shamura uses to make bandages and articles of clothes for themself and their siblings. They tend to be very quick to Choose Violence and are the best fighter among their family. Their main weapon is the axe they’re carrying.

Narinder was always a bit of a loose cannon. He and Shamura found each other in the Maw, where Narinder was leading a small group of escaped children to safety (among them Baal and Aym, though I haven’t made picrews for them yet). They immediately recognized each other as family and banded together. Nari always felt drawn towards cats and so he had Shamura sew a set of ears and a tail onto his hood and robe. He is also a fighter, but less explosive than Shamura- he’s more of a persistence hunter. He’s about 11 and his main weapons are his bone, and his pet cat Nile. You can’t see it but his arms are heavily bandaged and injured from defending Shamura and his band of escaped kids from the twin chefs. The injuries make his hands very shaky and sensitive.

Heket was found by Shamura and Narinder hiding out in the Forest, where she used her knowledge of plants and animals to forage for food. She has a voracious appetite and has been known to bite into still-living enemies when hungry enough. Her throat is bandaged and she wears the mask to hide her scarred lower face, both injuries she sustained after narrowly dodging a shotgun blast from the Hunter. The wounds left her completely unable to talk for a long time, but with her herbal knowledge and the help of Shamura and Kallamar, she’s healed enough to be able to speak, albeit with a much more grating voice than she once had. Her voice also tends to cut out abruptly. She’s the provider of the group, using her knowledge of what things are safe to eat and her resourcefulness to collect food for her siblings. She’s also their resident cook! Her pet frog, Anura, helped her find the strength to recover after her injury, and she wears that mushroom cap on her head so that she can blend in when in the wilderness. She’s a little over 10 years old, but looks and acts much older than she is because she had to be alone for so long.

Kallamar is a nervous wreck. His injury came after he was traveling the crumbling buildings of the Pale City and narrowly survived a structural collapse, but was trapped inside the falling building. The sheer volume of the collapse left him almost completely deaf for a time, but his hearing slowly recovered to the point that he CAN hear, but sounds will fade in and out for him. He spent a long time in the Hospital utilizing the supplies and his knowledge of medicine to help himself recover, until Shamura, Narinder, and Heket found him. His weapon, that needle, and his necklace were both stolen from the Hospital- the crystal necklace from a body in the morgue, and the needle from right under the Doctor’s nose. His nome companion, Anchor, helped alert him to audio cues of danger while he was healing, hence the name. Kallamar himself is 9 and serves as the resident healer of the family.

And finally, Leshy, the chaos goblin. He spent a lot of his life in the Forest, being a general menace to the Hunter, until he wandered into the School and started causing chaos for the Teacher and the Bullies. He’s not entirely blind anymore, but his vision is incredibly sensitive, and he prefers to wear his blindfold for the sake of not having a sensory overload everytime a light is a little too bright. The injury itself came from a group of Bullies who managed to catch him and held a candle so close to his face that it temporarily blinded him. He used his pet Leech, Darkwood, as a seeing-eye pet while his vision slowly returned. He’s 8, but most mistake him for being either a lot older (due to his size) or a lot younger (due to his behavior). His little flower headband was a gift from Heket! His stick doubles as both a weapon and a navigation cane. He serves as the family’s scout, scoping out locations and forming plans, as well as a distraction against enemies that they can’t take down on their own.

I have plans to include Baal and Aym in the future as well as possibly the Lamb and maybe even the Witnesses, but we’ll see. Right now I really just wanna write about these dumbasses fucking with the enemies.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl au #Shamura #Narinder #heket #Kallamar #Leshy #Little nightmares #ln au #crossover #injury tw #tw sharps #Hellshire Heresy

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isoilibrairywanderer · 2 years ago

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Hello Little Nightmares enjoyer ! Here I am again, with a new theory ! Today's theory is about the staff of the Maw. To be precise, I think that the Janitor, and maybe even the Chefs, might come from the Pale City.

I thought that when I saw something that made me tilt. I was replaying Little Nightmares for the (count on his fingers)... I don't have enough fingers anymore... aniway, I was replaying, and I noticed something in one of the Janitor room :

And I didn't know why, but it reminded me of something. So I started to research, and I noticed that there was the same (well, almost the same) in LNII :

Not only that, but both of those places have a strong connection, both having a number of dolls or toy-like stuff.

What if the reason those rooms feels so connected is because they share the same occupant ? What if this workshop in the Pale City is the Janitor's workshop ?

Another evidence is that there is a TV in the workshop, and it seems that our favorite long-armed creeping adult has experienced with them... and looking at his official description, we learned that he came from "long forgotten places". That... well, can applies to almost every place in the LN world, but the Pale City seems to be rather appropriate. Another piece of evidence, but waaaay more arguable, is about him :

The Toddler. I've always though he lloks like the Janitor. One of my fisrt theories about the 2021 comics was about this character being the Janitor. Short, eyes hidden by some kind of bandages, both going in dark places...

In one of my previous post, I explained that the Signal Tower and the Pale City might be some kind of places were monster are created. The Thin man brings the kids in the Tower, they turn into adults and then they are placed in the City. And what happened to the toddler ? But.

If the Janitor did came from the Pale City, then how did he came to the Maw ?

Well, maybe the Lady came to the Pale city in order to hire her staff for the Maw. If the City is a place where monsters are created, then maybe the leaders of the different places in the world come to see the monsters and chose the ones they need.

We have at least one evidence of the Lady coming into the Pale City :

This room is kind of a Lady-fanboy's (or fangirl's) (or fanqueer's) room. The usual TV has been replaced by a picture of her. This room seems to indicate that the Lady did came to the City.

And if the Lady did hired her staff here, then maybe other leaders could come to take monsters for their own places. Maybe the Teacher or the Doctor are just here until someone somewhere needs them and come to take them.

Welp, I think that's all. Thanks for reading, and sorry for the broken english, I'm trying my best but it's like superlate and I haven't sleep much so it's probably disastrous. Anyway, see you next time for more theories !

#little nightmares #little nightmares the lady #little nightmares the maw #little nightmares two #little nightmares the janitor #little nightmares theory #I'm sure I forgot to say something here but I can't remember what and it annoys me more than it should

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purplebass · 2 years ago

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Mm I dont think they would take it well if that is so soon, is reipening the bandage ln their kids deaths, even if Jesse thinks is a way to make ammends it might hurt them more to remember it once again

No, in fact, as I was thinking about it more, I think that Jesse would stay away and see his uncles and aunts in passing at events, and wouldn't approach them first to give them space. Thinking that, maybe, they don't want to do anything with him bc of his relation to his mother (which he isn't responsible for bc he didn't choose to have her as a mother). I don't think he knows if they care for him - we know from several instances that they do and also wanted to take Grace in when Tatiana falls ill in COG. He wouldn't actively seek them unless they seek him first, but I believe that the Lightwoods don't hold Jesse nor Grace responsible for the awful things Tatiana did. On the other hand, Jesse and Grace are also victims. And even if seeing them may make them think about painful things, I think the Lightwoods would want to know more about Jesse and Grace both. What I mean is that it's inevitable for the Lightwoods to think about Tatiana whenever Jesse or Grace are around, but they would want to know them. They consider them part of the family, and they are.

So, bottom line, I may write something like this but with this spin

#posta #tsc #tlh #chain of thorns spoilers #cot spoilers #jesse blackthorn #grace blackthorn #lightwood family

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serfuzzypushover · 4 years ago

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The rest of the little nightmares uwu

#yes i know there's also those comic kids but shhh #dunno if i'll get to those #little nightmares #very little nightmares #ln ghost kid #ln lollipop kid #ln nosebleed girl #ln toddler #ln seven #ln runaway kid #the girl in the yellow raincoat #the pretender #the pretender and rg are friends :]#also everyone is white had to fix that #tw bandages #tw blood #cw nosebleed #tw food #cause of the lollipop

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grim-faux · 2 years ago

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speek of comics, if anyone wanted to read the originals, someone uploaded the Little Nightmares with Six, on WattPad

I prefer the later digital comics and the atmosphere, and the openness of that world and these children surviving in a hostile world.

I love the originals, but the direction of LN seems like it hit a sharp corner and they took the whole concept in another direction in terms of lore, the children, and the monsters that want to destroy them. And I love that turn.

I would love to have more of the original beasts like the North Wind and the Ferryman in the new content/digital comics, or the Mirror Monster.

Also, F for Bandage Kid. These comics were still heckin dark and arguably more graphic than the digies.

But I love them all TvT

#little nightmares #lil nightmares #six #runaway kid #the lady #wattpad #rk #bandage kid #the north wind #the farryman #the mirror man #???#all these children #but I still roll with the lore the kids have limited language and adapt to mutism because the world is that dangerous #animals will kill and eat them

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thetaleoflevi · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Content Type: SFW

TW: Season 3 spoiler, Blood, Profanity, Suicide (For a split second), Suggestive

Description: Reader distances herself from Levi, strongly believing her feelings are not reciprocated by him, causing Levi to miss her.

Word Count: 5.3k+

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Please go away, Captain. Or at least end me. I don’t like the way you make me feel when you’re around. I can’t breathe. Please stop walking my way. Stop looking at me with those eyes.

“Y/N, I need that paperwork on my desk by five o’clock today. Not a minute late, understood?” What are you even saying? Stop looking at me like that. His brows creased with impatience at your nonexistent response. “Hey, focus, brat.” He snapped his fingers at you, making you flinch out of your daze. “Yes, Captain! Right away.” You saluted messily and paced toward the door, returning when you figured out that you didn’t know what you were ordered to do.

“What are you agreeing to, brat?” God…that delicious word was cracking your last bits of sanity. “Repeat what I ordered you to do.” Levi demanded, not having moved an inch from where he was standing. He crossed his arms in annoyance. “Um, y-you… You said to-” “I told you to jump off of Wall Maria without any gear on.” Your eyes widened, and you felt as if all the air in your lungs got punched out of you. So this was your end. This is how you die? Your Captain found your expression to be almost as funny as a shit joke. He didn’t show it on the surface, though.

“Relax, idiot. I was kidding. I want you to finish the paperwork I gave you earlier and hand it in to me by five. Pay attention, or next time it won’t be a joke.” He walked toward the door of the meeting room and turned to face you you when he heard you yelling your affirmation like an annoying parrot. “Yes, Captain! It won’t happen again!” You gave him your best salute only to have eyes rolled at you.

Levi left the room not having a clue that you almost threw up in front of him. You felt that stupid after the situation. Usually, you always felt like the rest of the world went pitch black, with only a spotlight shining on you and him, whenever he talked to you. Even when he scolded you for not doing something to his liking, you couldn’t help but focus on his devastatingly gorgeous silver eyes and how they squinted occasionally in fury, or his lips that never seemed to curve upwards and spat the ugliest words at you sometimes. It was tough love. At least that’s what you made of it.

“What happened in here? Did somebody spike the Captain’s tea? I’m very concerned.” Armin had walked into the meeting room where you stayed, replaying the conversation you just had with your handsome superior. “What are you talking about, Armin?” You ask curiously, having just seen the man acting as unfazed as always. “He smiled, Y/N. He genuinely smiled.”

You were in just as much shock as Armin was. He smiled? And I missed it?! “What were you guys talking about?” Armin sat in one of the chairs next to you. His crystal blue eyes gleamed with curiosity, wondering what was so great that it could cause the most solemn man in the scouts to crack a smile. “I zoned out while he was giving me an order, and then he told me to kill myself—not in those exact words, but, he told me to jump off of Wall Maria without any gear on. I think I made a stupid face or something, but I really thought he was ordering me to die. Then he told me the actual order.”

Armin chuckled at your retelling of the story, knowing he would have reacted the same way as Levi. “Whatever it was that you did, keep doing it! We’ve only seen Captain Levi smile once, and it’s been forever since then. Historia was crowned queen when he last smiled in front of us.” You smirked dumbly and got off the desk you were sitting on. “I’ll try my best. I gotta go, Armin. I have some paperwork to get done before Captain Levi reigns even more hell down on earth.” Armin chuckles and waves a goodbye as you leave.

It was four forty-three, and you had barely gotten anything done. With all the time you were given, you took it upon yourself to leave your work until the last minute—the procrastinating prodigy that you are. You watched everyone do their work with no thought about your own. Four forty-eight. Four fifty. Four fifty-six. Four fifty-nine. Five o’clock.

“Have you guys seen Y/N?” Levi asked Sasha, Connie, and Jean. “No, sir. She was sitting with Eren, Armin, and Mikasa when I last saw her.” Connie replied. Fucking hell, Y/N.

It was five thirty-two when you finally knocked on Levi’s door. “How nice of you to show up on time.” You heard directly inside your ear. You gasped with fear and quickly turned around. Your Captain did not look pleased at all. “Can you tell me what time it is?” You checked the clock on the wall. “Five thirty-three, sir.” Your eyes looked at everything but him. “Okay, good. Come on in.” He unlocked his office door and waited for you to walk in before slamming it shut.

You bounced slightly at the harsh sound. “You better have a damn good excuse for why my paperwork is thirty-three minutes late.” He slowly walked over to you and the stack of papers you held tightly to your chest. “Did you even do it correctly?” He snatched the stack away from you, a few papers nicking the area between your thumb and index finger. You were quick to suck on the area that bled. He looked over the work you had done, keeping the compliments he would have rewarded you with to himself. The brat is good. If only she worked faster.

“It’ll do. It’s not extraordinary work, but i’ll take it because it’s not the most important work that needed to be done.” You stopped sucking the blood from your hand and looked at him when he went silent. “Tch, use your words. Ask for a bandage or something.” He walked over to his desk and pulled out a white roll of gauze.

“Let me see.” He unstuck the beginning of the roll and returned to his spot next to you. “I can do it, sir.” You reached your undamaged hand toward the roll he held, only for him to pull it away from you. “Let me see it.” He urged, waiting for you to show him the cuts. They were surprisingly deep. You put your hand palm-up in front of you, only for him to adjust the position so that he could wrap the material around your hand correctly. The white wrapping began to turn red when it touched the blots of blood emerging from your open skin. With every layer he wrapped, less color was seen until it was just white.

Warmth was emitted through his fingers which soothed the pain in your hand a little. He let you retract your hand, watching you as you stared at the dressed wounded area. “What? Do you want me to kiss it or something?” He looked at you with an ordinary uninterested expression. Yes, please! Kiss it better. “I-I mean-“ You managed to stutter. Your cheeks flushed with heat when you realized what you had started saying. “Stop that, brat. Just stop talking.”

He walked to his desk and continued to look over the work you had done. He silently admired your considerably neat handwriting. It was as if you had typed it—the letters being all equally sized, no streaks out of line. “Right. I’m sorry.” You whispered, walking in the direction of the door. His words hit harder than usual for some reason. It was nothing to be upset about, yet you felt an unwelcome lump start forming in your throat. Maybe it’s you finally realizing that your love for him would never be reciprocated. Just being in the same room as him in that moment had you feeling more vulnerable than ever.

You mustered up the small amount of stability you had in your voice and said,”Well, if you don’t need me to do anything else, I’ll be on my way.” “That will be all.” He mumbled, not looking at you. No thank you? You saluted and left the room.

Unlike times before, Levi didn’t make your heart soar, he made it sink to the pit of your stomach, despite him touching you more than he ever has. It made you question your reasons for loving him so much. Is he worth the confusion your heart goes through when talking to the different versions of him? You’re not sure.

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Weeks went by with you treating Levi like he was anyone but the person you longed to be with before. You still gave him the respect he deserved as your Captain, but you only talked to him when he talked to you or when you needed to deliver something to him from another one of your superiors. When he ordered you to do something, you would simply give him an affirmation and walk away. No small talk or questions. You didn’t smile like you usually did for him, and your heart wasn’t beating erratically when you accepted the duties he assigned to you.

Levi caught on to this act of yours when he started missing the way your doe eyes lingered on his as he talked to you. Now you would barely look him in the eyes. He missed the way you would try to make him laugh with a joke that had you in pain from laughing so hard. Now you only talked to him about work-related matters. He missed the way you stuttered after saying something dumb. Your voice is so steady now, and your words are chosen more carefully. He missed the clear adoration you had for him. He missed you.

Another day passed, and Levi had no excuse to talk to you. He didn’t have orders to give you. At that moment, he would’ve done anything to go back to when he would scowl at you as you laughed to your heart’s content. He would do anything to see you for more than two minutes. He would have taken the boring job of completing a pile of paperwork if it meant you were the one giving it to him and he would be able to brush his fingers against yours.

His head rested in his hands, frustrated with his inability to stomp on his pride and just walk over to wherever you were. He missed you so, so much, but he would never let you know that you were the best part of his days.

A knock came from the other end of his door. “Name and business.” He stated with his head still in his hands. “Y/LN Y/N, sir.” He perked up at the sound of your voice and he raised his head, quickly fixing the strands of hair that had moved out of place. “Commander Erwin asked me to get your signature for an important document.” He walked over and opened the door for you. “Come in.”

You entered his office and stood in front of his desk until further instruction. He shut the door quietly and walked to where you were.

“You can set the document down on my desk. I need to get a new container of ink. I’ll be back shortly.” He went to his bedroom, which connected to his office, and went through a drawer that seemed to have different supplies in it. He returned with a clear glass cube filled with black ink. He sat in his chair and read the document quickly before scribbling a beautiful rendition of his name onto the blank line at the bottom of the page.

“Here.” He flipped the paper so that it was upright to you. “Thank you, Captain.” You took the document and saluted. As you were about to leave, Levi’s voice stopped you in your tracks. “Y/N, can you sit for a minute?” He asked, hoping you weren’t in a rush to get those documents to Erwin.

“Of course, sir.” You answer, sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

He looked slightly sad. His eyes were completely softened, eyebrows curving inward slightly. “Why haven’t you come to see me as often as you used to?” All you could think was, does it really matter whether you see me or not? “I’ve been busy. I have duties entrusted to me by others. You are not my only superior, Captain Levi.” You were okay with giving him a piece of your mind in the most respectful way possible.

“I understand that, but why are you choosing to completely avoid me unless the subject is work?” Can you be anymore needy? “I’m not.” You simply respond. That is the ugliest lie you have ever told. You are avoiding him. You are keeping yourself busy to avoid even thinking about him.

“I see. I never took you for such a shitty liar.” You suppressed the need to roll your eyes. No answer will satisfy him until he hears what he wants to hear. “Well, i’m sorry to disappoint you, sir. I’ll try not to make a habit of it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Commander Erwin said that this document needed to be returned as soon as possible.” You stood up from the wooden chair and saluted before exiting your Captain’s office.

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The sky went dark without you realizing. You were busy all day and after the talk you had with your Captain, you were both physically and mentally tired.

As you arrived to your bedroom, not caring for the darkness that veiled your room, you let yourself fall backwards onto your bed as exhaustion creeped through your body. With your eyes closed, you lifted each of your legs and removed your boots one by one before tossing them to the ground. “Why does he suddenly care about the amount of times he’s seen me throughout the day?” You whisper to yourself as if someone would hear you.

The sound of knocking fills your ears and you pretend to have fallen asleep. “Y/N, are you in there? Are you awake?” Not now. Please. You stay silent, hoping Levi will leave you alone.

Three more knocks sound against your door. After a few seconds of complete silence, you hear the doorknob turn and the door swings open, shutting after Levi steps inside the room. “Tch, you didn’t even take your straps off.” He whispers in consideration to your ‘sleeping’ state. He sits next to you on your bed and watches your chest mimic dormant breathing. He reaches for the strap that loops around your chest and undoes the small buckle. Your chest was released and moved more freely.

By now, your act of pretending to sleep was no longer an act. You were breathing in a set rhythm through your nose.

He softly and slowly pulled your arms out of the leather that enclosed around them. You stirred a little bit before returning to the position you were in previously, on your back.

“I’m going to take care of you, my Y/N. I don’t want your skin to bruise.” He whispered while he undid your belt buckle and lowered down to work on the bands that curled tightly around your thighs. He slowly slid the rest of the leather down your calves and off completely. He got off of your bed and organized your things neatly so that you would find them easily in the morning.

“Y/N.” Levi called, shaking you softly by your arm. When you didn’t respond, he tried again. You opened your eyes slowly and squinted, furrowing your brows when you noticed someone else was there with you. “What?” You grumble, annoyed at the inability to go back to sleep. “Sorry, I need to talk to you.” That voice. You tried to spring up off the bed to salute respectfully to your Captain.

He grabbed your forearms and brought you back down to your bed. “Calm down. You don’t have to be so formal after hours.” You weren’t even asleep ten minutes, yet the drowsiness embodying you was extreme.

“Do you want me to light a candle? It’s pretty dark in here. I wasn’t expecting you or anyone else to come see me this late.” “No. I think the dark will allow courage to seep through me better.” You raised a brow in confusion. “Courage? Since when do you lack courage, Captain-“ “Levi. Just Levi between us.” “Le..vi?” He nodded with reassurance. “Since when do you lack courage in anything, Levi.”

He put his hand on your shoulder, surprised when you tensed up against the contact. He didn’t pull his hand away at the gesture, though. “I hate having to admit that I have a weakness for you, believe me, but you’re invading my thoughts every day, all the time.” This isn’t like you, Captain.

“I’m not adjusting well to this change between us. I miss the way you used to be with me. Even when I didn’t reciprocate the energy you gave off, you always managed to make feel better inside. Now that you’ve distanced yourself from me, I feel even more dead inside than usual.” His fingers stroked the fabric on your shoulder of your white button-up shirt.

“I can’t be that way with you anymore. It took me a while to realize that we’re not here to make relationships that last forever. We have the hardest job anyone could ask of us—saving humanity.” You sighed, thinking of a way to prevent yourself from hurting his feelings. “Though the thought of having you by my side is delightful, I don’t think I can go back to worshiping the ground you walk on like I did before. Our relationship should remain that of superior and subordinate.”

Levi’s head lowered. The agony he was feeling in his chest was excruciating. This last attempt to get you was sadly his final one.

“Then I have one final request.” You couldn’t help but wonder what he would want from you that he can’t get from anyone else. “Can I kiss you?” His hand that was set on your shoulder slowly made it’s way to caress your cheek. His eyes softened at the familiar look in your eyes that peered into his soul. Though you felt you should have removed his hand from the side of your face, the warmth was comforting.

“If you don’t feel anything, I promise I’ll swallow my feelings for you and leave you be. We’ll be strictly comrades, no emotional feelings involved.” He swiped your soft skin with his thumb, eyes locking with yours as he seeks a response that isn’t developed yet.

Finally. “Only once.” You whisper. He nods in acknowledgement of your instruction. His left hand attaches to your waist while his right finds your cheek again. You tremble at the foreign feeling of someone’s touch on a part of you that wasn’t an arm, a shoulder, or your back. His eyes never left yours as he slowly leaned in. God, he smelled so good. The aroma was dangerously attractive. You hoped to never come across someone that smelled the same way, that way his smell would only make you think of him.

The closer he got, the deeper his fingertips dug into your side, as if trying to pierce holes through your shirt to feel your skin.

Darkness, light—you saw both somehow. The entanglement of lips on lips was a good feeling that both of you felt mutually. He held on for as long as he could, not wanting this moment to ever end. After all, this is the first, and possibly the last time he would ever be this close to you again.

You tried to break the kiss but struggled to when you felt Levi pulling you back to connect again. It wasn’t enough for him. It was never going to be enough.

“Le..v…” You murmured indistinctly, stopping the movements from your lips completely. “No. Please…” He mumbled against your lips continuing his one-sided kiss.

It felt desperate, which was strange coming from a man like Levi who’s never begged for anything from anyone. “Come on. Kiss me.” He said with his lips pressed against yours. The feeling was undeniably good. It brought life back to the heart that stopped longing for specifically his affection.

You started moving your lips again, synchronizing quickly. His bangs tickled your forehead, causing your lips to twitch upwards.

He picked you up and placed you on his lap. Just as you were about to reach for his hair, he broke the kiss.

“I want to touch your skin, Y/N. Not in an inappropriate manner, I just need proof that this isn’t just another one of my dreams. I can’t risk going insane over another night of me just fantasizing about being your one. This shirt is the only thing standing between my hands and your soft skin—reality. I won’t touch you like that if you don’t want me to, though. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” His mouth said something, but as always, his eyes said something else. They were begging for you to allow him to feel you. His hands rested on your hips. Maybe this was going too far. What if you did let him touch your bare skin, and it progressed into something inappropriate?

With that single doubt in your mind, you responded to his request with,“Unbutton my shirt, then.” The light in his eyes was shining brighter than you had ever seen. He was visually shocked at your consent. It was clear that he was grateful to have you that night in his hold.

His hands lowered to where your shirt tucked into your pants and pulled out the fabric. Before he could move onto the buttons, he searched your expression for any signs of doubt or uncertainty. None that he could see—you were that good at keeping your thoughts to yourself.

He undid every button, not missing his chance to sneak in a brush of his fingertips here and there, on your collar bone or your sternum.

Soon enough your shirt was left wide open, revealing your black bra and newly formed goosebumps brought on by the cold wind. You turned away from Levi, flustered by his eyes on your exposed torso.

He tugged on one of the loose halves of your shirt, signaling for your attention. “Eyes on me.”Goosebumps resurfaced your skin when his knuckles brushed against your stomach. “You’re beautiful.” His soothing voice assured you as his eyes explored the unknown sight.

You were brought close once again, his lips dying to return to where he knew they belonged. Goosebumps rampaged through your body as he pulled your body closer to him by your waist. The feeling of his hands wrapped around your bare sides was absurd. You were now up against his chest. His hands traveled from your sides to your back to keep you pushed against him.

If you had to remain like this for the rest of your life, you’d do it in a heartbeat, if possible, less time.

Though it wasn’t meant to be sexual, he was leaving you breathless—quite literally. His touch made your heart pound in your chest, which he surprisingly didn’t feel, even with you pressed so tightly against him. By the sound of it, he was breathless as well.

“Mmm…Levi.” You mumbled. “Hmm?” He hummed not stopping his lips from devouring yours. “We have…to…mmm...breathe…at some point.” He snickered, smiling slightly, giving you the chance to break your lips away from his. You were able to see a slight shade of pink on his cheeks in the moonlight. Whether it was from the suffocation or the steamy moment remained a mystery.

Soft pants came from both of you, and though he let go of your lips, you weren’t fully released from his grasp. His ring and middle fingers on each hand poked at your back dimples, while his thumbs did light circular motions on the sides of your abdominal area.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes glistening in the moonlight.

“I need to know what you intend to do with me, Captain. From now to…” You sigh heavily, not finding it as easy as you thought it would be to fit this conversation into the moment after what had just gone down.

Levi picks up on how tense you’ve become, seeing how stressed you suddenly look. “Hey, I’m going to listen to every word you have to say. I’m all ears, right now.” He squeezes your waist gently.

“Okay, what i’m trying to say is…I don’t want to have to mend my wounded heart every time you push me away.” You look toward the window, looking at how a cloud slowly moves in a direction that makes it collide with another cloud. To be honest, it kind of reminded you of you and Levi. The way your lives collided with each other’s, then separated, only to find each other again.

He held your chin softly between his thumb and index fingers, shifting your gaze back to him. He didn’t say anything but nodded for you to keep going. “I also don’t want to have to apologize for fulfilling my everyday duties that can lead to days of not being able to see you.” His hand released your chin and returned to the spot it was on previously, your side. It was as if he was comforting you and himself at the same time. He was hoping you wouldn’t get off, leaving him incomplete without your body weight on him.

You did exactly as he feared, almost as if you read his mind. You wanted this conversation to be as serious as possible, no distractions. You released your grasp on his shoulders and slowly began lifting yourself off of his lap. He subconsciously began letting go of your body, until he caught himself and tightened his grip, bringing you back to where you were, on his lap.

“Levi? What are you-“ “I want—no, I need you, Y/N. You know how bad it’s been on my end since you stopped talking to me like we’re the two closest people on earth? It’s been hell. Fucking hell.” His hands brushed past your sides and pushed on your back, bringing you to an embrace. Your chin landed on his shoulder and his face nuzzled into your neck. Your arms stayed by your side contrary to his which wrapped around you, brushing past the straps of your bra and settling on your upper back. You felt breaths of hot air tickle your neck as he kept talking.

“You have no clue how sad I’ve been. This is what I need from you. I don’t care if it’s something occasional. I don’t care if I only get to see you once a week, month, or year. I don’t fucking care at all. I just want you, Y/N. Please. Please, just hold me.” You could hear his calm breathing close to your ear. You lifted your arms and wrapped them around him. One hand caressed the back of his head, and the other held the mid-section of his back.

He was breathing in your scent discreetly. Black hair tickles your bare shoulder, exposed by your sagging button-up shirt. You ran your fingers through his locks of hair, smoothing down any strands that stood out.

“This feels right.” He mumbled before placing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. “I want to feel your heartbeat and your warmth against me like this whenever I can.” His lips continued to brush against your skin slowly.

Minutes went by, not a word was spoken. When you tried to escape his caging hold to continue your conversation, he would just pull you close again nuzzling back into your neck. He was being really clingy tonight—not that you were complaining, it was just a odd.

“We can keep talking like this.” He mumbled. “Okay.” You whispered running your hand across his undercut.

“Are you sure you want a relationship where we won’t have every minute of the day together? I know it’ll be hell for me.” You could feel him smiling slightly against your neck. “Yes, Y/N. I know we won’t have much time in the day together, but we haven’t been taking nights into consideration.” Goosebumps crawled throughout your body when you felt his lips latch onto your neck again.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Shit. Shit. Shit. Relax. “I’m willing to be even more nocturnal for you. I also wouldn’t mind waking up next to you every morning.” He dragged his thumb across the damp spot on your neck where his lips rested before. “That s-sounds good.” You stutter noticeably. “What’s wrong?” He holds your face in his hands, clearly unable to fake concern. A smirk tugs at his lips. This man knows what he’s doing.

“Nothing. I’m okay.” You assure with a soft smile. “Okay, just making sure. You know…” He starts leaning in again, aiming for your neck. He knows your weak spot now, and you can’t even hide it.

“…I really like…” He kisses the sensitive skin lightly, basking in the way you shudder. “…spending time with you like this. How about you?” As you open your mouth to answer, he leans in again.

“I…fuck.” You grab onto his arm as he nibbles on the flesh that became more and more sensitive with every second that his lips spent on it. “Hmm?” He hummed against your skin. “I didn’t catch that.” He tilted your head to his left to give him more room. More room to litter you with his markings. “I do…” You inhale sharply when he bites the area under the bruising skin he just sucked on. “…too.” He soothes the imprinted skin with his index and middle fingers.

“Good. Tell me, sweet girl, what’s your favorite time of day?” The movement of his fingers slowed, as he pressed gently on the sore parts. His gaze focused intensely on your peaceful features as sighs escaped your lips with every delicate prod of his fingers. He hoped you would say nighttime, knowing he wouldn’t be able to give you all the daytime with him that you wished for. Also, nighttime would be the time he would spend with you, making sure you were feeling every good thing you could feel. Happiness, pleasure, excitement, pleasure, love, satisfaction, security, domination, care, submission. You know? The good things.

“Nighttime. That’s my favorite time of day.” He smiled, satisfied with your answer. “It’s my favorite now, too.” The movement of his fingers on your neck stopped. He looked outside at the moon, remembering the important work he left behind when he decided to look for you. “I should get going.” You frowned slightly which he quickly took notice of. “I know, I wish I didn’t have to, but I ditched a lot of my work to come find you.”

You dragged your thumb across his half-swollen lips before closing the space between you two and kissing him once more. You released him and said in a whisper,“I understand. Thank you for being here with me tonight.” You got off of his lap and transitioned to a cross-legged position on your bed. He caressed your cheek in an endearing manner, before saying,”I’m glad things are the way they are for us now.” He let you go, and began walking to your door. You fixed your shirt so that you looked presentable again.

“Levi, wait.” “Yes?” He asked, holding onto the doorknob. “Did you take the straps from my uniform off of me?” He let out a low chuckle. “Yes, I did. They would have bruised your beautiful skin if I hadn’t taken them off.” “I could have done it myself, but thank you for that.” You felt cared for. It was such a soft concept to think about. He nodded and continued his exit, a small smile on his face as he shut the door behind him.

I’m the only one who should be wrapped around you and leaving marks in those areas at night.

#aot #attack on titan #captain levi #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #levi x reader #aot x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #fanfic #levi fic #levi x y/n #levi

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alish-artie · 3 years ago

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I've finally finished my Peter Pan x LN ocs project !!! Thank you so much everyone for participating !!!

I'm very happy I could do this project with everyone !!!

Shin'yu and Ruse belong to @morbid-mordecai

Twig and Mallard belong to @becauseimgabbeh-blog

Leo and Lucky belong to @smilestoomuchtm

Moth Kid, Butterfly Kid and Bandage Kid belong to @theoryfan205

Nil belongs to @mimicmew

Hazel belongs to @foxgirlkira

Lupe belongs to @batolusa

Tiger belongs to @nightlightdragon1

Voody belongs to @dragonoflord

Vernon, Guise and Crackle belong to @harborchild

Shackle belongs to @solarspinel

Adian belongs to @dansh

Wolf and Owl belong to @flyingmanta

Dragon belongs to @rantdragon

Harpy belongs to @thetalltaleteller

Crow belongs to @pigletdegreat

Oliver and Vincent belong to me !

#little nightmares 2 #little nightmares #peter pan #peter pan au #disney #my art #oliver #vincent #and tons of ocs x)#it was long but soooo fun to do !!!#hope you guys enjoy

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queen0fm0nsterz · 3 years ago

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You mean the Ln 1 comic kids being parallels to cup, tengu, fox and scarecrow or?

MASTERPOST

HELL YEAH BESTIE YOU GOT IT!

The hypothesis came into my mind while making the LN iceberg. Basically I was synthesizing the plot of the cancelled comics and I thought,

"Wow, I never realized that Humpback Girl and the Lady both have a strong disliking of mirrors due to bad experiences with Mirror Man. Cool coincidence."

Then I realized the Humpback Girl keeps her face covered at all times - like the Lady, who costantly wears a mask, and that they both are wearing different shades of orange.

(Not sure about this one, but Humpback Girl's friends might be seen as paralleles to the Maw employees. I mean, the guy with the super long limbs? The conjoined "twins"?)

And this got me thinking.

If, hypothetically, Humpback Girl is paralleling the current Lady... then what about the other kids? Could they be seen as paralleles to the previous four?

Before we go on, keep in mind: I'm not saying they're exact paralleles. While the Lady can't keep away from mirrors, Humpback Girl is terrified of them.

But what I am saying is that their similarities might help us understand the Ladies a bit more.

And you'll tell me, "But there's only five children! The Bandaged Kid got snatched away, so the numbers of kids and Ladies don't match!" Not to worry: we're ""confirming"" two theories in one hit.

Because we only have one other child tell us their full story (curse the day the comics were cancelled /lh), I'll begin with announcing that the Refugee Boy is paralleling none other than Scarecrow.

I mean... look at the boy's hood and tell me it doesn't resemble the scarecrow mask.

(Yes, this is important for my reasoning - it's gonna help us determine who the other children match.)

Let's recap what we know about Scarecrow. She has a tendecy to run and hide from the horrors of the world instead of facing them (like the boy who is trying to evade the clutches of the North Wind), she wears blue and she could have possibly had a sister which might have been one of the others.

And, wouldn't you know!, the Refugee Boy also happens to have a younger sister! One who wears a red cape.

You already know where I'm going with this.

Yep.

Recreating Tengu's mask using a hood must be complicated, but the choice of color for the cape was spot on. It's literally the same shade as the little statue from the DLC.

We know that Tengu, unlike Scarecrow, was someone who wanted to fit in with the monsters to avoid being hurt - and that this was just a facade she put out in order to make herself seem stronger than she actually was.

The Refugee Boy's sister is straight up replaced by a monster, a.k.a. the Ferryman, who is a shapeshifter (thus creating this "false persona"), while the real girl had already been claimed by the North Wind.

It's what Tengu did, just... not literally.

But there's more: when I first introduced the idea of Scarecrow and Tengu being sisters, I ended up wondering if such an event would go down in regards to the Thin Man and Lady coexistence theory. Would the Thin Man only kidnap one of the girls or both? And today, I think I finally have my answer.

In this story, we could see the North Wind as a stand-in for either the Thin Man or the Hunger itself, or even a mix of both. The one who snatched the girl away from her sibling...

Look at what the girl's skeleton is wearing.

Yellow cape. Much like the signature yellow raincoat both Six and the girl in the Lady's paintings (who could be a possible younger Lady) wear.

Only one of the girls was taken; only one of them is destined to become the true Lady of the Maw. And that girl was Tengu. Scarecrow became a Lady, yes, but only by association. She was just a normal person thrown in a world where she had no chance of keeping herself safe other than hiding away from everything else - including her own sister.

(Btw, this also explains the drawings seen on Tengu's wall in VLN. The three children rappresent Tengu, Scarecrow and their Mono... until the Eye changed everything.)

(Again, these drawings are not literal parallels. They're telling two stories simultaniously: the one of the three children who became nomes, and the one of an unlikely trio who was doomed from the start.)

So, if the girls seen in these paintings truly are the two headless statues, then we can give the girls a face.

Tengu. Scarecrow.

Okay, so we established Scarecrow and Tengu as the Refugee Boy and his sister respectively. Cool. But what about the others who don't have a story?

And this is when the hood designs come in! It was istantly clear to me that the Long Hair Girl would parallel Teapot. The shape of her hood is literally the same as the reversed teapot mask.

Lastly, going by exclusion and the ripped hood, the Boy in Green would parallel Fox.

From how little we see of him in the comics, we get that he's a rather calm child - he's also the one who offers to help Six remember her forgotten past. We know that Fox had a gentle and caring nature, so I feel like it would make sense for him to be her "stand in" of sorts.

And this is all for now. I love making theories about the Ladies and it was nice to include the comic children into this!

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avungerthatgotaway · 4 years ago

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The Soldier of the Night

heyyyy guys!! this is my first ever request fic and im so excited to do iiiit. please tell me what you think of it in the comments🥰

it's made for this request

summary: y/n finally takes matters into her own hands and escapes hydra. but it won't be as easy as she tought...

warnings: mentions of blood and child neglect

pairings: avengers x teen!reader (platonic)

genre: angst-ish, fluff at the end

Sorry for grammar mistakes.

If you have request feel free to ask🥰

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Y/N Y/LN, but no one calls you by that name. To the world you are known as The Soldier of the Night, the merciless murderer. Mothers all over the world use you to teach their kids about most dreadful dangers. People gather around campfire in woods and share scary stories of your cold heart and homicides you don't feel guilty about. You are the biggest fear of each and every government there is in world.

And you always wonder what all those people would say if they knew how old you were. Or that you never kill willingly. Or that you silently pray every night for the victims you harmed or killed in your brainwashed state.

Or that hydra has no control over you anymore. You are currently running, without exact destination, just to get as far from hydra as you can. They are probably alerted of your absence by this point, but you are already in New York, so you can maybe find a hiding spot before they find you.

-Avengers pov

Nick Fury hurried to the avengers tower, where he called a sudden meeting this morning.

When he came in Steve and Sam were sweaty, probably just came from their morning jog. Bucky was still fighting sleep in his pyjamas, hair sticking out in different directions. Wanda was starring daggers at him for waking her up so early. Tony and Bruce were in lab coats, probably didn't sleep at all. All other avengers were at their respective missions.

"I called this meeting because my resources told me infamous Soldier of the Night is out of hydra HQ. We don't know why, but it's probably another killing mission for hydra. He is currently laying low, somewhere around south entrance to the city. Your mission is to stop him from harming anyone and bring him here. Alive if possible, it would benefit us to know what are hydra's plans at the moment." he finished.

"Alright." said Steve dutifully. "Any information we can get on him before we go?"

"Not much. Only that he is dangerous, and doesn't spare anyone. He is a ghost story. We don't even know if it's a he, that's just a guess."

"Very well. Everyone suit up, I expect you in front of tower in 10." Steve said and left, other avengers following behind.

They came back that evening, exhausted of their unsuccessful search. There was no trace of the soldier. But they had to keep looking as long as there's hope to get rid of the monster.

-2nd person pov

Your heart was racing a hundred miles. You were well aware of the possibility of hydra finding you. But you didn't expect it to be this soon. You were in hiding for only 2 months and they already tracked you down.

Windows broke on your left side and hydra agents started piling in. At the same time on your right side the door broke down revealing whole avengers team, with few additions. You faintly remember one of them as The Winter Soldier, but what was he doing with avengers? Your toughts were cut short by a punch in your face delivered by one of hydra agents.

That's when it snapped: you had to fight for your life. And you probably had to fight both sides.

You started fighting hydra agents, harming them as much as you can without killing.

The avengers stand at the doorstep, and you faintly hear one of them saying "What the actual fuck?". They seemed belivered.

But they soon join the fight knocking out hydra agents. A fist connected with the back of your head, knocking you out into pool of darkness.

Light clacking of bottles was the first thing you hear when you wake up. You squint your eyes open, panic finnaly kicking in to where you are. Your first tought was that you were back in hydra HQ, but the room was way too light for that, and hydra wanted you dead.

You started panicking and franatically got out of the bed, trying to escape. Whoever this is, they nean no good. Even avengers want to kill you. But as soon as you got up, black dots invaded your vision, causing you to fall. But before you hit the groung a pair of arms caught you, leading you to sit back in bed.

"Hey, hey sweetie calm down. No one will harm you here. Don't make any sudden movements, your head is still not completely healed." a man told you.

You just layed back and watched him bandage your wrist.

"I am Bruce Banner, by the way. What is your name?" he asked kindly.

"Y/N Y/LN" you whispered, almost inaudibly but he heard it.

"Alright, Y/N. I think I bandaged all your bruises. Rest of the team is waiting out, do you maybe want to meet them?"

By 'team' he probably meant rest of the avengers. You saw a big 'A' painted on the wasll, so that had to be it, right? You immediately shook your head no, eyes widening in fear. You still weren't sure they won't harm you, and meeting them seemed overwhelming in your current state.

"It's okay, calm down. You can meet them later. I will stay with you a little. We could talk if you want?"

You just shrugged your shoulders, not particularly fond of talking with anyone, but not wanting to seem rude because he did help you.

"Okay. How old are you Y/N?" he asked slowly.

"(your age)" you quietly said.

"Dear lord, you really are just a kid. I'm so sorry for everything you've gone through."

You just zoned out, thinking about everything that happened, when something poped up in your mind.

"Mr. Banner?" you asked shyly.

"Call me Bruce kiddo. What is it?"

"I tought I saw The Winter Soldier at the door when you guys came to get me?"

"Oh yes. Bucky. He was also in hydra, as you probably know. He was brainwashed. I suppose you were too?"

"I was, every time I killed somebody. Sometimes I went to missions with other agents and they didn't brainwash me, but I never killed anyone when I was in my senses." You started thinking about your victims as teers pooled in your eyes.

"We supposed so. Do you want me to bring Bucky in a little? Maybe he can help you feel better, because he knows what you're going through."

You slowly nodded, not wanting to reject meeting avengers the second time.

"Alright, he'll be here in a minute." Bruce gave you a gentle smile and patted your shoulder.

A minute after he exited, in came Bucky. He looked better than when you saw him last, but you doubted he's seen you. You were sneaking out, tryna find some food, when you heard and saw agents torturing him. That's about only memory you have of him, along with stories you've heard from other people.

"Hello there doll. How are you? Bruce told me you remember me." he said gently, sitting at the edge of your bed.

"I-I am alright, i guess. Th-thanks. And yes, I do. A little. I was passing by door, when I saw them torturing y-yo-you." you started sobbing a little, the memory bringing back others. Memories of them torturing you. And you torturing other people in your brainwashed state.

"Hey don't cry. It's okay, shhh. Come here." he opened his arms, and you hesitantly scooted closer, not exactly sure what he wanted. He circled his arms around you, and you flinched, thinking he's gonna attack you. But he just gently kept his arms wrapped around you, soothingly rubbing you back. after some time you wraoed your arms around his middle, still not sure what's going on.

But it was a nice feeling. You never felt something like it before. You felt so safe, like nothing could harm you as long as you two stay like that. You wanted to know what was all this about.

"Wha-at are you do-oing?" you asked after you stopped sobbing, but still hiccuping a little.

"Oh, I'm hugging you. Are you uncomfortable? I will stop if you are. Sorry." he said starting to draw back.

"No!" you quickly said, clutching onto him like koala. You were afraid the sense of comfort will leave you as soon as he withdraws from you.

"Shhh, doll. I won't let go. Never. Nothing will ever harm you here kiddo. We will take care of you. You can live normal life, like all other kids. Maybe go to school after you adapt to your surroundings. Here is a kid Peter he is about your age. You can make friends your age. And of course we will be your friends. For as long as you want it."

"Wait, I can live here? I'm not a burden?"

"No, of course not. Don't ever think that, please."

"B-Bu-Bru" you struggled to remember what Bruce told you his name was.

"Bucky. Or James, whichever you prefer kid."

"Oh okay. What are hugs Bucky?"

"Well I'm hugging you right now. You hug people ti show your emotions. Like comfort, thankfulness, happiness, love. It's what friends do."

"Wait wait wait. You never had a hug before?? Like ever????" a new voice boomed. It sounded genuine but way too loud. You flinched instinctively and hid your face in Bucky's shoulder. He tightened his hold on you for comfort.

"Can you be any louder Thor? And no she was practically raised in hydra, they don't exactly hug around." Bucky said.

"I am sorry, lady Y/N. For frightening you, and for my inappropriate question. I am Thor Odinson." he said coming closer to you.

"It's okay Mr. Thor. I'm Y/N Y/LN, nice to meet you." you said shyly.

"Oh it's lovely meeting you too. I came here because brother Stark asked me to ask you if our presence is wished upon now."

"Huh, what do you think, doll? Ready to meet 'em now? No pressure." Bucky quietly asked, only for you to hear.

You tought about it for a second, but if everyone is nice as three you already met, you'd like to meet them all. And with quiet "okay", Bucky nodded to Thor and he left to call the others in.

That night you layed in your bed, thinking of that day's events. You met everyone, since no one had missions assigned. They were all really nice to you. Even Loki, which surprised every avenger. You were not sure why tho, Loki was nice, and his voice was comforting. The Maximoff twins were really funny, and Tony already started making you your own room! Everyone else you've met was aweosme: Natasha, Clint, Steve, Sam and Rhodey. Peter was shy but nice, he promised to show you some good movies and he was belivered when you said you don't know what those are.

Bucky was still you favorite. He stayed the longest, promising to come and visit you first thing in the morning. You hoped he'll hug you again, you were quite fond of hugs now.

Few months passed since avengers saved you. Life couldn't be better at this point. You were home schooling, or rather preparing to go to real school next year. Peter already introduced you to his friends from school you are going to attend. You were training to become an avenger, and it was so exciting.

You were currently having breakfast tho, sitting in between Sam and Bucky who were bickering about one thing or other. Tony was dancing funnily while making pancakes, while Nat was trying to throw as many blueberries as possible at him. You heard Clint somewhere in wents above you, probably setting up a prank. You smiled to yourself. Even though you never knew love, or had a family until two months prior, avengers accepted you. They were slowly becoming your family, and you couldn't imagine your life without them. ;)

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