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Captain Levi One Shot

A/N : Takes place like 10 years before the AOT universe, please don’t fact check my shit I know some of it doesn’t line up with cannon lmao. In this Petra is not yet a part of squad Levi.

I’m thinking about doing a series of one shots for this version of Levi x reader but would love some feedback!

26f reader x 29m captain Levi

content warning: alcohol , hangover vomiting (so sorry), blood, minor injuries, masturbation (both f and m)

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You had worked so damn hard. You had worked so hard for almost 10 years to get where you are.

Graduating as a part of the 95th corps of cadets, (#3 in your class none the less), you took on the challenge joining the scouts. You took on the challenge of knowing your best friends, your adopted family, would die. You could’ve had a cushy life as an MP and never lay an eye on a titan but no, you just had to be brave.

10 years is a long time to last as a scout. Only a few have lasted longer and you’re wondering when it’ll be your turn. You’re nearly 26 at this point, are you going to have to slow down?

Your superiors decided to throw you a party for hitting the 10 year mark. A get together at a pub in town that closed for an evening to be private for all scouts and military that wanted to come. The ones left of your cadet class came, plus most of the scouts since you were a friendly face and a great mentor.

Hange and Petra were two of your closest friends, they made you a cake! Everyone else was buying you drinks and having a great time. You made your rounds to thank everyone for coming and say hi.

You go up to the table in the corner last, being the most intimidating of the group. Captain Erwin, and a few from his troop were seated including Miche, Gunther, Tomas, Eld, and Dieter. Oh, and the dark storm cloud in the corner, Levi. Captain Levi.

Something about that man, you can’t tell if it pissed you off or if you were attracted to his stormy look. He has only been in the scouts for a few years but, he has far surpassed everyone to earn the title of Captain and earn the special operations squad. He didn’t have a ton of respect as a leader, considering his past which always came about in hushed whispers and stolen glances.

“Ah Miss L/N!” Erwin booms as he watches you approach the table “the celebrity of the evening has graced us with her presence!” Yeah, he’s definitely had a few drinks. You give most of the table a hug before Erwin booms “Excuse me,,, Excuse Me! Yeah I’d like to make a toast to celebrate one amazing scout, y/n l/n”

He turns you around to face everyone in the pub and you catch Levi’s eye for a second, letting a soft smile show. Your drinks and shots everyone had been buying you are catching up and you catch yourself blushing at Levi’s lingering eyes on you. If only you knew why.

As Erwin goes on a great toast speech about how much you’ve grown in 10 years, how great you are, etc. you can’t help but feel immense pride, something you’re not used to as a rather insecure person. Then your attention gets roped back in as Erwin places his hands on your shoulders give you a little shake like a proud dad.

“So to finish my toast, I want to congratulate miss l/n on becoming the newest member of the special operations squad under captain Levi.”

Your jaw drops as the pub errupts in loud cheers turning around to give Erwin a huge hug, since he is the highest rank here commander shadis must have trusted him with this information.

The raven haired stoic man stands up from his seat and comes closer to you and gives you a crisp salute which you mirror back. Probably not as crisp with the way you feel a little wavy. He then sticks his hand out for a handshake as you grab ahold he speaks, “welcome to the team kid.”

You smile at him “Thank you sir! The pleasure is mine!” He’s going to teach you to be less formal with him eventually but appreciates your response for the time being.

You are both surprised at your impulsive decision of deciding to wrap your arms around his neck, giving him an enthusiastic hug. You swear you feel his chest let out a chuckle but hear him grunt, “tch, get off”. You pull away ready to apologize but see a little smirk on his face as he sits back down. All of Erwin’s table saw the encounter and chose to avoid eye contact. As you giddy-ly ran over to Hange and Petra to celebrate.

The rest of the night consisted of singing, dancing, drink-offs with some of the men, and if you weren’t crazy you could’ve sworn Levi was keeping a close eye on you.

Once closing time hits you and some of the scouts you were close with stumbled back to your base. Levi, Erwin, and Miche suspiciously decided to leave just as you were. Following not too closely behind you.

—

As you get back to your room and ready for bed you stumble a little as you put on your pajamas of a tshirt, no bra, and booty shorts. You’re humming to yourself as you put the uniform from today aside to wash and about to crawl in your bed that looks soooo comfy when

*knock knock knock* gently taps on your door

Assuming it is Petra or Hange drunk you giggle walking up to the door. You swing open the old wood, creaking to your surprise is your new captain.

“Soldier. Sorry for stopping uh unannounced. I wanted to give you this since you looked like you had fun tonight. Integration starts tomorrow at 8 AM.”

You form a salute, right hand over your breast as your dainty nipples show through your white tshirt. He pretends not to notice, suppressing the urge to look at your body he has never seen outside of uniform.

“Thank you captain. I hope you sleep well. Goodnight,” your voice sounds like silk although raspy from singing and yelling all night. Nobody has ever wished him a good nights sleep and he is a little dumbfounded. “Goodnight l/n” he whispers as you gently shut the door on him.

He brought you fruit and some water in a nice basket, surely that will help with your hangover that you’ll have to figure out by 8 am. You think of all the things people whisper about Captain Levi, how he’s a heartless monster, incapable of feelings, barely human. You can’t believe them and decide to put your utmost respect into your captain, wondering how he put together something special like this in such a short notice.

—

The next morning you are awake at the break of daylight, about 7 am. This gives you an hour to get cleaned up eat and get to the training grounds, but god do you feel like shit. As you’re about to get in the shower you feel your stomach bubbling and make it just in time to the bucket to throw up. Well throwing up sucks, but at least you feel a tiny bit better. You get a rather quick shower and throw your hair into a low bun with some pieces sticking out and put on your uniform. Eating an apple and drinking water that Levi brought you in the early hours of the morning. You decide ultimately that this is your fault for drinking too much, and hope since it is the first day of integration Levi would take it easy on you.

Oh, how you were so wrong.

“L/n, you look like shit.” Your captain spits harshly.

“My apologies captain.” You say not looking him directly in the eyes with your hand over chest in salute.

“10 laps around the field to get started.” Oh god you have to run while hungover, but you can’t tell him no. Maybe this is some type of test to him? He knows how much you drank last night because he was keeping a watchful eye on his new team member. You begin running as Miche and Levi chat, quietly enough you can’t hear them over the pounding in your head.

Just as you hit the sixth lap you feel a bubbling in your tummy again. Oh no, not in front of him. Before you can even try to hide it, you’re doubled over throwing up the rest of the contents in your stomach.

And then, silence. No Miche and Levi chatting, no background noise from the base, just silence. This has to be a test. He wants to see if you’ll keep going or give up on the very first exercise. You use the backside of your jacket sleeve to wipe your face and begin the 6th lap. You’re half done, just push through.

As someone who typically doesn’t struggle too much with running you are shocked at your inability to hold yourself to a high standard this morning. You nearly collapsed as you finished the 10th lap. Bent over with your hands on your knees you wait for Captain Levi to address you.

“Next you’ll be timed on your ODM gear maneuvering through the dummies.” Your face goes pale at the thought of flying through the air right now, but you don’t have a choice. “Yes sir” you respond breathlessly standing up fully again.

You don’t notice the goosebumps that appear on Levi’s skin when you call him Sir or Captain, and he tries to ignore them. Watching as you strap on your ODM gear as you struggle with a particular thigh strap, he sulks over, looking down at your gear. Your big eyes look back up at him, still fumbling your fingers at the same time.

“Here,” he takes over where your hands were, grasping the leather straps tightly and fastening it together so that it squeezes your nice thighs just enough.

“You look like shit,” he says lowly, finally making eye contact with you.

“I’m so sorry sir, is there something wrong with my uniform? How can I fix it?” You ask like a good subordinate.

“Don’t drink the night before training.” He says turning around not looking at you anymore.

You scoff in disbelief at his words, and he waits for your next move.

“My apologies again Captain, but I was not aware of my promotion until last night and not aware of this training until I was already home from the pub. I think it’s rather unfair to-” you’re cut off by the lightning quick movements of the captain who is now gripping your collar of your uniform jacket, almost lifting you off your seat.

“Rule number one - don’t talk back to me” he growls inches from your face.

“Rule number two - always be prepared as a part of squad Levi. We are the special operations squad for a reason, we could leave at a moments notice.”

“Rule number three - you must always look and act your best for training.”

All the while he spoke down to you staring into your eyes. You didn’t dare looking away from the steel gray eyes boring into yours. “Yes sir” you squeak out. He drops your shirt collar, brushing off the wrinkles he just created. And your ass collided back down with the bench you were sitting on. He begins to walk away with a “I’ll be waiting” as he heads towards the wooded area of the training grounds.

You’re trying to wrap your head around what just happened and how your superior talked to you like that when most of this was out of your control completely.

It was then you realized this morning was all one big test. To see how much you needed to be broken down in order for him to build you back up and form you into one of his soldiers.

But you didn’t ask for this promotion, you didn’t receive a warning, you didn’t even get to say bye to your old squad leader.

You try your best to hold your head high, cleaning your blades as you walk in the directly Levi walked a minute ago. Trying to push down all of the demons punishing you for your actions from last night. Mentally you need to get with it if you’re going to prove yourself to Levi this morning that you’re fit to be a part of his squad. You don’t think he’s ever watched you before, at least not in battle, per your knowledge. The last thing you need is him thinking you are a weak link in his group.

You finally approach him at the beginning of the course, trying to maintain cool headedness and confidence. After all you’ve done this course thousands of times over 10 years in the scouts. I mean, they change it sometimes but not by a whole lot.

Not even looking over at you Captain Levi says “I’ll start the stopwatch when you start going. Miche is on the other side to signal a flare once you make it to the end.”

You nod to your self, stretching your back and neck a little before you go. You bound off the ground propelling with as much speed as you can. Your technique is a little different from most, whereas you don’t necessarily have as much speed as you do strength. Your cuts are so deep and clean on the nape of the titan that you are sure fire a kill if you can just get there. You move easily from side to side due to your core strength and kind of look like a mix of a ballerina and a ninja on your good days. Your technique is just weird enough they don’t let you help teach the new recruits.

Flying, adjusting to the new dummies that pop up, it actually feels pretty nice and comforting to help your hangover. You finish the course with ease but your ODM gear fails to hook on one side as you hit the last row of trees. You’re thrown off balance and end up hitting the tree Miche was leaning on with a thud. Luckily, as soon as you made contact Miche shot the flare so you would get a better time, but you lay on the ground groaning. A little blood dripping out of your eyebrow and nose, and cuts on the arms of your uniform.

Levi had already begun swinging to where the ending point was but began speeding up after he ended the timer. He landed on his feet so elegantly and precise, making Miche laugh. Neither of the men helped you up for a minute as you laid there with your hand over your face, red from embarrassment but reminding you that you may throw up again or pass out at any moment.

“3 minutes 9 seconds. Not bad for…your current condition” he says leaning down to look at your face. “You’ll be doing this again when you’re through with your hangover, and I expect it to be spotless. With a much better landing.”

“Yes captain,” you groan. Not being able to hold yourself together much at this point. He grabs a cloth out of his pocket and hands it to you. You do your best to clean the eyebrow and whatever nose wound you have, it may very well be broken.

“Up next is hand to hand combat. Since you are already torn up, I’ll let you chose who you fight against rather than myself, but it has to be someone from the squad.”

The rest of the team was finishing up breakfast walking out to the grounds that hand to hand combat training usually takes place. You were supposed to meet the team and then get your ass handed to you by Levi, but I guess he’s feeling nice watching you try to twist your nose back to its original place. As you finally stand up off the hard ground you stumble a few steps before bending over to throw up one last time. Levi happened to catch you off balance and patted your back while you dry heaved a little.

Levi, the clean freak, comforting you? After you just fucked up your integration training? You brush it off and size up your potential opponents as you want over. You then realize, you’re the first woman to be a part of squad Levi . Is that why the captain is making you do all this? A sexist power move to make you feel inferior to the rest?

The squad is chatting as the three of you walk up to them and fall silent, all eyes on you. Levi brushes past you “everyone this is y/n l/n, she will be joining the special operations squad effective immediately. Right now she is sizing all of you up to see who she can handle in hand to hand combat.” You do your best to remain confident and not shy away as all the well accomplished men look over to you.

“Captain Levi” you pipe up with less courage than you thought you had.

“Yes?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“I want to go against you, Captain.”

The whole crowd of men goes silent, they think you have a death wish or maybe you already hit your head too hard given the dried blood already on your face.

“Fair enough l/n, I’ll give you a few minutes to get ready.” He takes off his uniform cape and jacket and set it neatly down next to where all the men are standing. You are busy unstrapping your ODM gear, moving to the side so you can set it down gently. You sign when you take all of it off, feeling 15 pounds lighter. You following Levi’s suit, you take off your uniform jacket as well.

This leaves both of you in your white button up shirts. You size Levi up and down, trying to determine when his weak spots are. You see the way his biceps move under the tight shirt as he undoes his cravat. The men of squad Levi are still just men, most of them looking at the way some of the buttons on the chest of your shirt are a little too snug so to your growing tits. You note to yourself to get the next size up shirt when you feel this happen.

You and Levi both walk to the center of the training grounds with most of squad Levi surrounding and a few others that happened to be walking around on this crisp Saturday morning. Levi gets settled in a fighting stance and you follow as he does. “Begin” he says in his low emotionless voice. You step closer to him to begin throwing attacks towards his upper body, most getting blocked but an attempt to elbow his side proved efficient. He throws a series of hits towards you and you manage to dodge a few of them, but are struggling to breathe after a solid punch to the stomach. You think this is a pretty fair match up until he says “tch is that all you have? I’m getting bored.” He speeds up his hit combos, giving you less time in between to recover as you do your best to land a kick on him. His reaction time is way better than yours, grabbing your right ankle and flipping you through the air to have you fall onto your back. You see stars as your head collides with the ground. He has not rendered you out yet, grabbing your arm and twisting it go go behind your back, using the fake little dagger they use for training and press it to your neck. Luckily, you both were facing away from the crowd of people.

“You really thought you could take me? I even gave you the option to fight someone else and you were so cocky you thought you could beat me? Tch, your form and performance today disgusts me. Dismissed.”

Levi stands up and walks back towards the barracks by himself, not talking with anyone and rather pissy it seems. The men left there disperse as you lay on your back trying to fight back tears, your hands covering your face. As soon as the coast is clear Hange and Petra run to your side. “We were watching from the building to see what would happen… I’m so sorry y/n”

So embarrassed, the only reaction you have is to grunt as they help you stand and help you back over to where your room is.

You collapse as they help you get into your room, exhausted and defeated.

“Y/n… do you wanna talk about it?” Petra asks softly playing with your dirt filled hair, head hanging in your hands as your slouched up against your desk.

“Please, I love you guys just I need to be alone,” you say back to them, and without looking up you hear them shuffle out and close the door.

You sit there with your head racing, trying to figure out where you went wrong. Yes, you were drunk last night but you didn’t even do that on purpose! And he could’ve told you earlier in the night so you could’ve stopped drinking and went to bed earlier yes, but he didn’t? This had to be a sick test.

What if Levi didn’t know you were joining his squad and this was some plan from the higher ups? What if Captain Levi didn’t want you on his squad at all and was trying to punish you today?

What if this is some type of hazing to get into the squad? And if you show up the next day or last a week you pass?

Why did your ODM gear fail? It had never done that to you before.

And yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to dislike the stoic man.

You gather the strength and your belongings and head to the showers. Not lifting your head, you walk blindly the hallways to the showers, having walked the same way for 5 years since your 5 year anniversary when you were given your upgraded room. As part of your promotion, you were given access to the superior showers, dedicated to veterans and officers. As you’re about to knock on the door to see if it is occupied, the door swings open.

Of course Captain Levi had just showered, because he had come inside earlier than you and didn’t have to sulk about his performance. You do your best to muster up a smile and move out of the way for him to leave. You can’t help but look over his sculpted shoulders and biceps, down to his chiseled abs, and the v-line with a happy trail up the middle connecting to the pristine white towel covering the rest.

“L/n,” he says with no emotion, “showers all yours.” He remains looking at your face, noting the eye bags and bloodshot eyes. You must have been crying after your performance today, he thinks to himself. Combined with the dried blood around your eyebrow and nose, he thinks you’ll need a long while in there to recupe.

You nod to him, he walks away and you can’t help but notice his little back dimples as well. You proceed with getting undressed and warming the shower up, ready to sit on the shower floor and cry more. Peeling off the dirty white shirt that will need scrubbed and feeling the cold air against your skin was like stripping off the fuck ups of this morning. You relax under the hot water, watching all the dirt and blood wash down the drain.

Your exhaustion and embarrassment from the morning take over and you begin to sob, crying like you never have before. Not even holding it back, if someone was walking past they surely could hear it. You’re not even sure what you’re technically upset about the most, but right now crying is just what helps. At this point you’re leaning on the tile, out of breath, hiccuping like a child that just finished screaming for their lost mother. You work up the strength to begin washing your long hair foaming shampoo into it and scrubbing. After conditioning and washing your body you are officially exhausted. Wrapping in your two towels and begin the walk back to your room which luckily wasn’t too far. Maybe that’s why Captain Levi also wore his towel leaving the shower.

As you return to your room you look at the fruit Levi brought you last night and sigh. Why would he do that just to kick your ass? You throw on some comfy clothes and crawl back in bed with wet hair, drifting off for a nap.

—

Waking in the early afternoon, you stretch and yawn as you climb out of bed. You begin getting dressed to go to dinner in some of your casual clothes, luckily you don’t have to wear your uniform on weekends. You opt for a button up baby blue flowy dress with a navy sweater over top and your non-work boots.

Assessing the damage of your face in the mirror, you notice the bruises forming around your eyebrow and your nose. You have some scrapes up and down your arms which is why you chose to wear the sweater over. Your body aches. After all the years you’ve spent as a scout you’ve hardly ever had injuries this bad. Never from training though.

As you’re about to head out the door you notice a letter slipped under your door. You assume it is a silly note from Hange trying to lighten your mood. Your grin fades as you see who has signed at the bottom.

“L/n,

Please come to my office after dinner to discuss your performance today.

Captain Levi”

Your stomach sinks. In all these years you’ve never been called to your superiors office. You slip the letter in your bra under your dress and begin to walk to go to dinner.

Luckily Hange and Petra are already seated and you try to slip in without anyone acknowledging you. Given the ass beating you received this morning with a lot of the scouts watching, they can’t help but grimace at your bruised face. You opt for some soup, bread, and vegetables and sit down avoiding eye contact of your peers. Hange and Petra go silent as they watch you take your first few bites.

“Y/n,” hange says gently, “you look awful.”

You do your best to fake a smile to her, pretending like nothing is wrong. “Y/n, please don’t pretend like you’re fine…we’re here to talk,” Petra adds.

“I am fine. I had a bad day of training and I was hungover. I am perfectly fine and will be better by Monday.” You snap back at the both of them. With that they decide to change the topic, and talk about events that are happening in the town square tomorrow. Something about a show and food vendors and lanterns, it’s supposed to be a pretty big deal.

“Do you want to go y/n?” Hange perks up, crossing her fingers that you’ll say yes.

“Maybe, hopefully tomorrow will be better than today.” You try regaining your positivity and friendliness everyone knows you for.

“Someone put a letter under my door while I was napping.” You suddenly change the topic. Petra and Hange look at you with eyebrows raised.

“Captain Levi wants to see me in his office after dinner,” you whisper so nobody around you can hear. “What if I’m getting kicked off for my performance today?”

“I’m sure that’s the last thing it is.” hange says rolling her eyes and taking a huge bite of her bread. Petra sighs, “y/n, don’t look but him and Erwin have been staring at you and whispering this whole dinner.”

Of course you look up to meet steel gray eyes looking back into your own. Instead of shying away you hold eye contact, letting him be the one to break first and turning to Miche on the other side of Erwin.

“I’m not some sad puppy. I’m not going to let one bad day in 10 years determine my future. If Captain Levi wants me to put up a fight, then so be it. Just because I’m the first girl on his squad doesn’t mean I’m going to sit back and take their shit.” You are gaining your confidence back and are not going to falter and beg Levi to let you stay.

“We got the old y/n back,” Hange taunts to Petra, nudging you in the arm. You smile and ask them, “so what are your plans for tonight?”

—

After dinner you head back to your room to put a little makeup on. If this meeting goes well maybe you’ll go into town with Hange and Petra for a girls night. You find yourself wanting to look pretty, just in case, although you never cared about that before.

Levi is more than likely in his office now, as you watched him get up to leave shortly after you had the eye contact stand off. His office and sleeping quarters are just down the hall from you. You push down the butterflies growing within your stomach and sweaty palms as you grow closer to the door. You decide to stand there for a few seconds to control how fast your heart is beating and regain your composure.

However, in the time you stand there you hear noises from inside his office.

Typically if Captain Levi is in, he leaves the door opened a crack so people can welcome themselves in, but this time his door is completely shut. You decide to lean your ear up to the door to see if you actually heard something inside his room. Groaning and a slick noise can be heard, and you immediately blush backing away as quietly as possible.

Before you decide to turn around and go back to your room, your curiosity gets the better of you. You return your ear up to the door. Does Captain Levi have a girl over? Is it someone in the scouts? Your mind wanders as you listen to his beautiful groans and…wait… he’s by himself. Oh my god he’s jacking himself off. You hear him sliding his hand over his cock repeatedly.

You know this is wrong, you know you should walk away and pretend this never happened. But yet, you find a different type of butterflies growing in your stomach now. Not the nervous ones, but the horny ones. You’ve never thought about the captain like this and you know you shouldn’t but his voice is so damn sexy.. and the way you saw the water drop off his body after his shower today… you can’t help but imagine what he looks like right now.

“….y/n…” you hear the faintest moan come through the door and all the color drains from your cheeks. Does he know you’re standing there? No there’s no way he could. He’s getting off thinking about you. But isn’t that kind of fucked up considering everything he put you through today? Maybe he’s attracted to you and that’s how you got on squad Levi and it wasn’t your skills at all.

Your brain grows foggy, not being able to focus on all the ‘what if’s’ anymore but only able to focus on the heat growing between your legs. The speed of his strokes and the frequency of his heavy breathing indicates he is getting close. You feel yourself clench around nothing and right when you’re about to leave you hear it again.

“Fuck, y/n…” so faintly yet you couldn’t have imagined it, not twice. You hear a deep groan as you assume is him spilling his seed. Your mind can’t help wonder where he came, and what his cock looks like, and what he tastes like.

With that you are walking away from his door as quietly as possible and hurriedly walking back to your own. As soon as you’ve made it to your room, your cheeks flushed and so horny you can’t think about anything else. You lock the door and throw yourself onto the bed, pulling up your dress around your waist and lowering your panties. You haven’t relieved yourself in so long and you haven’t been touched by someone else in a few weeks. You run your delicate fingers up and down your slit gathering your wetness to spread it around your clit. Rubbing in small circles you let out a meek moan. The only thing taking up space in your horny brain right now is Captain Levi and the past 10 minutes that took place. You start pushing two fingers in and out of your tight hole thinking if it was him fingering you how it would feel. Would he talk down to you like he did when you were training this morning? The thought of that turns you on to a whole new level. You continue to get yourself off when you hear a distant pair of footsteps in the hallway. You can’t be bothered by how foggy your brain is to care if someone hears you. The cute squelching noises your pussy is making would be enough to send any man over the edge. Your climax is building up so fast you don’t notice how the footsteps come to a stop outside of your door. After another minute of keeping up your movements your orgasm washes over you and you can’t help but let out a throaty “Leeviii” as you feel your back arch off the bed.

You put your panties back on, wiping your hands off on a towel in your room and are finally catching your breath when there is a soft knock on the door.

Good god, the footsteps in the hallway, did someone just hear all that? You look in the mirror to check yourself before opening the door. It looks like you just ran a mile with the way your chest is moving and the blush that creeps across your chest up to your cheeks.

You unlock and open the door to find Captain Levi standing there arms crossed. Trying to hide the mortified expression on your face as the reality sinks in of the past 30 minutes you stutter as you go to greet him, “Captain Levi! How can I help you?” Smiling at him with a glow on your face post orgasm.

“I believe you received the note to see me in my office after dinner,” he sternly responds not an emotion in his eyes. Surely if he had heard you he would’ve at least blushed or something?

“Oh y-yes Captain. I’m so sorry, I stopped by but you were-” you cut yourself off realizing what you were about to say. “Um your door was closed so I was going to stop by again in a few minutes,” you hurriedly finish your thoughts, not being able to maintain eye contact with your superior.

“Ah well, I’m free now so if you wouldn’t mind joining me.” If you’re not mistaken he just smirked at you? Is he playing mind games with you? No there’s no way he knew you were outside of his door, but maybe he did hear you moaning.

“Yes sir,” you follow behind him as he begins the walk to his office.

Either Captain Levi is the cockiest motherfucker in the scouts or he is absolutely oblivious. Or is he a master manipulator? All of your thoughts race as you approach his door again. All the meanwhile you think about how you still can’t hate him.

As you enter into his quaint office you take in the scent of tea spices, a well organized desk and bookshelf, and a small table. You notice a garbage can under the desk with tissues in it and can’t help but wonder…

“Can I offer you some tea?” He asks, walking over to a door on the other side of the room with a tea kettle. “Yes please,” you respond and he goes through the door, which must lead to his sleeping quarters and some type of stove to heat water.

“Please have a seat,” he motions to the small table that has some scouts paperwork on it as he enters back into the room. “It’ll take a few minutes for the water to heat.” You nod, sitting as you try to keep your nerves under control. He is walking around the near space tidying belongings and disappears in the next room again. He comes back with a blanket and some firewood. Lighting a fire in the small fireplace. He hands you the blanket, “‘m sorry it gets cold in here when the sun goes down.” You nod to him placing it on your lap as you hear the tea kettle boiling in the next room over. Does he do this when he meets with all his subordinates? Surely not…. Unless he is as nice as you suspected he was?

Captain Levi returns with a tray with two tea cups the boiling water and a variety of tea bags. “Would you like to pick?” He holds the selection out to you. “Whatever you recommend, I don’t know a lot about tea,” you try to lighten the room with a little giggle but his face remains stoic as he picks two of the same tea bags, setting them aside before placing the tea cups on the table, filling them with the hot water and placing the tea bags in the cups. He sits down at the seat next diagonal from you at the square table, so you both are facing the fire. He then grabs the blanket off your lap, spreading it out so it covers both of you. Everything he does is so calculated, and you are at the edge of your seat to find out more about him and what this meeting is about.

Captain Levi sips his tea first.

He sighs and states without looking at you, “I’m sorry about this morning.”

“Please sir, don’t apologize, I understand it was my fault and I will do better.” You do your best to keep a positive smile on your face even though he isn’t looking at you.

“Another thing about being on my team, don’t fucking lie to me. I’d rather you tell me you’re miserable and hate my guts than be fake to me.”

You are taken aback by his words, you have never heard a captain or high rank want to be addressed less formally. “I-I’m sorry?” You stutter out. He ignores your apology. “Our squad eats every meal together. We all have our rooms around the same area which won’t be a problem since you’re not too far from here anyways. We train 6 days a week unless there is a mission or some sort of order from the higher ups. I highly advise no more drinking and no more romantic involvement with any men..er women I guess.” Still not speaking directly at you he is just holding his tea cup to his lips, not by the handle but holding his hand over top the rim.

“Yes, Captain.” You nod, and he finally looks over to you, studying your face. You grow self conscious until he says, “How is your face feeling? That looked like quite the tumble.” You chuckle, touching your eyebrow. “I think it looks worse than it is. I think I was more embarrassed than anything,” you shrug taking a sip of your tea.

“I know you probably think I’m out to get you, given your experience this morning.” He says still looking in your eyes. Before he finishes his thought you cut him off, “oh not at all sir!”

Levi ignores your objection, continuing, “We have to be the best. I treat my team like brothers. We’ll I guess..erm..sister now too.” He looks away with what looks like a slight pinkness on his cheeks.

“You’ve been in the Scouts for longer than most of our team. You have a good head on your shoulders, I just need to make sure you can keep up with us physically. That’s why I wanted to see how your injuries were holding up this evening.”

You nod, as this feels like a mental game of chess. Captain Levi survived in the underground for years, he is calculated, sharp, even scary smart.

“I’d like for you to choose someone to practice your hand to hand combat skills with over the next few integration trainings. You were pretty good but you have to get great.”

“Yes Captain… would you mind helping me with it? I’d like to learn from the best.” You grin and blush up at him.

“Are you trying to kiss my ass L/n? It’s going to take a lot more than flattery to get on my good side.” He looks over at you with a slight smirk on his face and a playful tone, one of the first times you’ve ever seen him like this.

“Then what else would it take? To get on your good side?” You dare start flirting with your captain, feeling awfully bold and somewhat unhinged after all the events that have taken place today.

“You’ll have to figure that out yourself,” he says in a low, sultry tone as his eyes look from yours down to your lips and back. He reaches his hand over and you freeze, but he wipes off some tea from the corner of your lip and retreats his hand back.

“So I have to ask… since you said you stopped by earlier. I heard some footsteps approach my door while I was attending to some … personal matters.. and it seems they stopped and listened for a few minutes. You didn’t happen to see who it was did you?” Levi smirks staring at the fireplace, knowing he has caught you red handed as your face blushes hard.

“Next time, just knock. I could have used some assistance. It sounded like you needed some to,” he has a shit eating cocky grin, being the master manipulator he is looking over to you with your jaw dropped.

Link to part 2

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lacheri · 4 years ago

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Okay so... you might not even take requests but I’ll give this a shot anyway bc I love everything you write. I fucked up at work big time today and I feel tremendously anxious and guilty. Which made me think... Levi scenario with gf reader messing up on the field? I know he’d prob be harsh af at first but maybe... some fluff in the end? ): only if you want ofc.

hi nonnie! sorry for taking a few days to write this! but I hope u like it <3 (sorry to hear about your bad day btw ):)

accidents and apologies

pairing: dom!Levi x sub!fem bodied reader

content: canonverse, impact play, mild choking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex/creampie, oral (f receiving), some humiliation/degrading, reader is clumsy and Levi is mean, minors DNI

wc: 3.2k

Fat tears sat in thick clusters on the brim of your lash line, a hiccupping sob racking your body. You were as good as dead, having possibly made the biggest fuck up of your military career thus far. Titans seemed like ants in comparison, the fly that buzzes by your ear that irritates you to no end. Levi’s odm gear sat in pieces on the floor, and somehow this loomed over you like the Colossal titan, maybe even larger.

The polish container sat forgotten on your captain’s desk, the wipe slipping from your trembling hands. Your bottom lip quivered, your lungs filling with air quickly as you slumped to the floor next to the shattered metal. Your off duty position of being Levi’s assistant was practically over, it had barely even begun. You had begged for this job for weeks now, only a few days into being his helping hand, you reflected on how poorly of a job you’d done.

It wasn’t enough you had gotten Levi’s tea wrong this morning, adding sugar to the steaming mug, thinking he’d like a change in taste. He didn’t, immediately spitting the liquid out, cursing you into guilt on the spot. To try to make it up to the ravenette, while he was on his lunch, you sat at his desk and began to organize his paperwork by date of importance. You felt pride as you finished with the three piles of stacks, putting fresh ink in his pot for his quill. However, Levi was horribly furious to see what your regret had manifested into. How were you supposed to know he liked his documents organized by date of assignment, not what was most important?

This was the cherry on top, Levi leaving for dinner, mentioning that his gear did need some polishing. Surely, you wouldn’t fuck this up, he thought as he closed the door to his office behind him. How wrong the man had been though. Within minutes, your fingers became slippery, losing your grip on the cold metal as watched in horror as it clattered to the floor, breaking on impact. It didn’t make much sense, how could it have broken? Wasn’t the gear meant to outlast a titan’s grip? Especially Levi’s trusty gear, you couldn’t fathom how his gear was now laying in pieces on the floor.

You sucked back your sob as you heard the creek of the door, your heart falling straight down to the pit of your stomach. Of course Levi would be back before you recite your apology a thousand times over in your head. You heard the thud of his boots hit the floor as he walked over, seemingly calm.

“Oi, what are you doing on the floor?” he barked out, you could feel his presence looming from behind you.

You turned your head up, his face blurry from the rush of tears in your eyes, “Sir, I am so sorry.”

His grey eyes flickered in front of you, finally taking notice of his broken gear. His lips twitched in a deep frown as he sucked in air through his nostrils harshly.

“Get up, cadet,” Levi spoked venomously, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

You hurried to your feet clumsily, trying your hardest to quell your cries from your throat. You faced him, head downturned, attempting to steady your racing heart rate and the tremors in your bones. Whatever control you thought you had slipped from your grasp the second your captain’s lips parted.

“Never in my life have I met someone as insolent as you,” the harshness of his words kept your eyes on his boots, fresh teardrops rolling down your cheeks. Levi was not going to speak to the crown of your head though, and his hand gripped your chin to force your eyes up, looking directly into his own. “You’re going to look at me while I talk to you, understood?”

You nodded, but this was not what Levi was searching for, “Your words, cadet.”

“Yes, sir,” it came out of your mouth as a squeak.

“You want to explain to me why my odm gear is broken?”

“It slipped,” you hiccupped, violently shaking under his fierce glare. “I couldn’t catch it in time. Captain, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” he bemused darkly in disbelief. “This is the third time today you’ve fucked something up, and you’re just sorry?”

“I don’t know what else to say,” you were on the verge of hyperventilating as you stuttered your words out.

“Well, now you owe me new gear, and you’re going to personally pay for the expense,” Levi’s hand left your face as he backed away from you, sitting down at his desk.

You looked on in confusion, “Sir, I don’t have any money?”

“Then I guess you’re fired,” Levi tilted his head back as if bored now with the conversation. “You’re relieved of your military duties as well. We can’t afford to have someone as brainless as you in the Scouts.”

“Captain, please,” you raised your voice, arms wrapping around yourself to contain your shaking.

Levi’s eyes darkened, leaning forward to press his elbows on his desk as he leaned his head onto his intertwined fists, “Leave my office, now.”

This couldn’t be happening. You had no home to return to, having left it behind long before you joined the Training Corps. This was your life, your purpose, your friends were here. You finally felt like you had a place in the world here in the Scouts.

“I’ll do whatever I have to!” you begged, not moving a muscle. “Whatever I can do to stay!”

“Are you deaf or just an idiot?” Levi pushed onto his feet, striding over to stand right in your face as he spat. “Leave my fucking office, that’s an order!”

Your bottom lip trembled, and you felt so fucking pathetic but couldn’t stop yourself from one last attempt, “Please, sir. Don’t kick me out, please let me make it up somehow.”

Your brain took a moment to catch up with what had just happened as you were suddenly staring down at the wooden notches of Levi’s desk. He had grabbed your wrists in a fierce swiftness, pushing you face down, his hands now positioned against your spine to keep you in place. His right hand reached around to fumble with your belt, and your heart began to race for other reasons.

“Captain?” you stuttered, feeling him begin to pull off the belts stationed on your thighs.

“You think you can just beg me in that voice, looking like that, and expect me not to lose control?” his voice was thick with anger, but instead of fear, it tickled bouts of arousal in your lower stomach. “Answer me.”

“No?” it came out as a question, you pushed your thighs together as you felt a pulse run through your core as his fingers tickled the exposed skin of your lower stomach. “Sir, I’m confused, what’re doing?”

“Like you have no idea what you do to me,” Levi chuckled without humor. “You begged me to be my assistant even though you knew you weren’t going to be a good one. You think I wouldn’t notice, your little crush on me?”

It was true, so entirely true. Levi had been the object of your affection for such a long time now, taking every opportunity to get as close to the man as possible. If you were being honest with yourself, this fantasy of being bent over his desk was a constant distraction in your mind. He was right, you were shit at cleaning, you were probably the most clumsy person you knew, you really had no qualifications to be Levi’s aide, yet you still asked for the position.

“Then why’d you hire me, Captain?” the bratty words left your lips as it dawned on you, Levi had found you appealing regardless of your lack of qualities.

With a quick motion, your pants and panties were bunched around your knees, Levi’s palm meeting the now exposed skin of your cheek in a caress, “The same reason you’re fucking soaked right now, cadet.”

You stayed in position as Levi brought his other hand to your opposite ass cheek, fingers kneading the fat as he spread you open to his hungry view. He was right, you were dripping. His pointer finger ran down the seam of your ass, laying a soft touch to your hole, watching it flutter in excitement. He couldn’t hold back the smirk on his face, removing his touch entirely.

You whined, pushing your bottom closer to Levi’s hands, desperate for his touch. Your hips were slammed against the edge of his desk, his fingers digging firmly into the back of your thighs, pushing your legs back together. You felt a jarring sting on your backside, yelping in response as you could make out the distinct imprint of each of his fingers.

“You want to show me you’re really sorry?” Levi’s voice was low and raspy as he soothed his palm over the reddened mark he had made. “Tell me after every slap.”

You were able to brace yourself this time as you felt the strike of his hand once more on your opposite cheek, unable to contain your moans at the contact. You squirmed as you felt removal of Levi’s touch leave you, only to bite down on your tongue harshly as he swatted the back of your thighs much harder than he had on your ass.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he spoke ruthlessly as another slap hit your thighs.

“I’m sorry!” you cried, gasping for air from the impact.

“Again,” his hand smacked the fat of your ass again, his other hand smoothing over the harsh red blotches against your thighs in an attempt to soothe the pain.

“‘M sorry!” you were whining, knuckles white from gripping the opposite edge of the desk as you arched your ass up into his hold. Part of you was genuinely shocked over how much you were enjoying this, thoroughly aroused mentally and physically.

Levi couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight in front him. The handprints scattered across your lower half had his cock springing to life, hard and painfully erect. His hands traveled down to your pussy lips, using his thumbs to spread you open. Your hole was drooling, Levi let out a deep groan at the sight. He couldn’t stop himself, he had to have a taste.

You let out a sputtered moan as you felt the tip of your captain’s tongue lick a stripe from your hole to your clit. You pushed your hips further into his touch, thankful he resisted in shoving you back into the edge of the desk this time. His fingers held you open and apart, his taste buds rolling circles into your clit before returning back to your flitting opening, shoving his tongue in your walls. You could feel it fold in half, almost in a cupping motion as he bobbed his head, lapping as much as he could.

“Oh my God,” you whined, thrusting a hand behind you to grasp at his hair. His palms circled to the fronts of your thighs, digging his fingers into the fat as he pulled you somehow closer as he buried his face further into your dripping heat.

You were seeing stars, in between the mix of the pain and pleasure, your brain was completely empty. Levi’s right hand left your left thigh for a moment, coming back with a softer slap, inching his fingers to your center. His pointer finger swirled your clit relentlessly, and your breathing hitched as you were brought to even higher heights than before. His thumb joined not long after, pinching and pulling at your bud as you yelped.

You could feel the beginnings of your impending orgasm as Levi twisted and lapped your walls. The burning churn in your lower stomach became almost unbearable as Levi’s fingers worked faster at your bundle of nerves, full of purpose and intentions. Levi could feel the sudden change, your pussy clenching tighter and tight around his wet muscle. Your arousal was thicker, almost muskier as he inhaled through his nose, and Levi could swear he could drink from your core as if you were the finest of wines.

At the first blinding rush of pleasure, your body preparing itself for the intense promise of release, the ravenette removed all touch. You were gasping for air, your entire body’s nerves tingling uncomfortably. You were aching, desperate for anything.

“Look at you,” the return of Levi’s palm slapping your ass was welcomed with a smile on your face, thankful for any form of touch. “Falling apart that easy?”

You mumbled out a 'sorry', remembering his earlier warning. Apparently this was the word Levi was searching for, spinning you around and attaching his grip to your hips, slamming your sore ass on his desk, shoving his paperwork to the floor. Your eyes widened dramatically, seeing Levi’s cock fully exposed out of the zipper of his trousers. He was thick, his tip red and angry as he moved his fist over his length, a quiet groan leaving his parted lips as he relieved some of his own pent up arousal.

“Open,” he demanded, removing his hand from his dick, extending his palm to your pouty lips. You complied, letting your mouth loll open as Levi’s fingers pressed against your tongue, rolling them around to coat his digits.

He pulled them out with a pop from your lips, returning his now dripping hand to his erection, covering the entire member in your saliva. He gripped the backs of your knees after he deemed himself properly lubed up, dragging you right to edge as he positioned himself.

His grey eyes flickered up, fiery and full of lust, his voice hoarse, “You ready?”

“Yes,” you mewled, your fingers wrapping around the edge of the wood to steady yourself.

Without a moment of hesitation, Levi held your legs up as he slid his fat tip along the slick of your folds. It was so wet, so sloppy, you couldn’t contain the whimper leaving your lips as he pressed into your sopping hole. You could’ve sworn you felt your soul attempt to leave your body as he slid in, resting his tip right against your sweet spot once he was fully sheathed, your eyes rolling back into your skull as the mind blowing pleasure. He hadn’t completed a full thrust before you were begging for more.

“Please, please, more,” you managed out in between gasps, Levi rolling his hips backwards.

“You want more?” he chided, ramming himself so hard, the two of you bounced from the impact. You nodded, unable to voice a single word, drool threatening to escape your lips. His fist left the comfort of your bent knees, coming up to squish your cheeks together, a dribble of spit glistening against your pout, “You’ll answer me when I ask you a question, brat.”

“Yes! More!” you strangled out, muffled from his grip on your face. He let go, placing a very soft pat to your cheekbone, almost as a reward.

“Atta’ girl,” Levi’s gaze turned dark as his eyes traveled from your eyes to the column of your neck. How pretty would you look with his fist wrapped around your throat?

The thought was threateningly persuasive as Levi found himself doing just that, squeezing the sides of your neck as he began to piston his cock between your folds. The sounds of slapping skin and your pussy squelching had you panting loudly, Levi’s fingers pressing harder into the sides of your throat. It felt so good, good wasn’t even the word to describe it. In fact, there weren’t any words in your brain at all, too consumed by the visuals of the ravenette plowing hard into you.

His hand left your throat upon seeing your eyes begin to flutter, his concern for your ability to breathe over taking his lust. Instead, he circled both his arms under your back, bringing you up into a folder position against his chest. He placed open mouth kisses along the curve of your shoulder, licking and sucking at any skin he could reach. Your ankles hooked around his waist, and you couldn’t hold yourself back from slipping a hand to your aching clit.

“Kiss me,” you pleaded into Levi’s neck as your middle finger rubbed hard at your clit, your thick slick coating the pad. You got curious, letting your hand trail further down, exploring the motion of his cock pummeling into you.

“Put your hands on my back, and maybe I will,” he growled out, displeased that he wasn’t the one bringing you total and complete pleasure.

You followed his orders with speed, his head navigated out of the crook of your neck, capturing your lips with a hasty passion. He tasted sweetly sour, the lingerings of your essence resting in the crevices of his lips, but still, you couldn’t get enough of his kiss. When his hand finally left the middle of your spine, and began to travel down to your center, you could feel the bubbles of climax igniting back in your stomach.

“Levi,” you moaned into his mouth as his fingers moved at lightning speed against your nerves, timed nearly perfectly with the pattern of his thunderous thrusts. The desk was squeaking loudly against the floor as he continued to pound into animalistically, moving it slightly with every move.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, gonna’ cum,” you swallowed his words as he somehow sped up his movements, driving you straight to your climax.

You couldn’t even warn him, you barely had time to realize you were cumming yourself. It almost hurt how tightly you had clenched his cock as the pleasure nearly blinded you, unable to hold back swears and moans. Levi kissed you harder, and upon feeling your contractions swallowing him whole, your plush walls pulling his tip right up against your cervix, his hips staggered and his knees buckled.

Levi’s brain went blank as his orgasm was ripped from him, “Fuck, fuck!”

Levi should’ve felt embarrassed at the noises that left his mouth, whimpers and soft moans exiting his throat as he came hard. It was almost too much, the feeling of your wet heat wrapping around his most intimate part, the closeness of your bodies, although still fairly clothed, had his heart hammering in his ears.

When you came down from your highs, all you could was stare at each other in astonishment, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. He rested his sweaty forehead against yours, fluttering his eyelashes shut as he kissed you gently. You let out a sleepy giggle, your body entirely spent. His hand finally left the sensitive skin of your clit, wrapping your fingers around the back of your head as his kiss deepened.

When he finally slid his softened length out of the depths of your pussy, you were hissing at the fluttering of soreness intruding your pelvis. Levi shot you an apologetic look, kissing your forehead.

“Does this mean I can still be your assistant?” you mumbled, a small smile on your face as Levi reached down to pull his pants up.

His head tilted back as an uncharacteristic laugh bubbled out, flashing you a mischievous smile, “Get yourself cleaned up, and meet me back in my office. I still don’t believe you’re actually sorry.”

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nagipops · 4 years ago

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SWEET NOTHINGS, BITTER ENDINGS PART II.

SUMMARY: in which your precious life is ended through a cruel twist of fate by your beloved brother.

WARNINGS: blood, profanity + SPOILERS for KNY chapter 115

A/N: link to part one.

He heard a deafening roar cry out from a distance away as crows frantically flapped out of the trees and into the sky above.

A demon?

Sheathing his blade, the hashira began to sprint to the source of the noise coming from the east.

The first scent he picked up on was blood. It was faint, but it was there. But it wasn’t demon blood.

Human blood?

As he continued to travel east, heart racing, he heard crashing up ahead and quickly dove into a nearby bush to scout out the intruder. Narrowing his eyes, he spotted a flash of pink and green. Mitsuri?

He cautiously searched the area for any signs of demons before following after the pink haired girl.

“Kanroji!” he barked as the girl’s head perked up at the sound of her name. She whipped around, her green eyes lighting with relief.

“Sanemi!” She bounded over to him, grasping his shoulders tightly with shaking arms. "Sanemi, where did (Y/N) go? Did you meet up with her?"

His veins turned to ice. The human blood he smelled. The spine-chilling roar he heard.

Sanemi opened his mouth to speak, but all he could manage was a petrified shake of his head.

The light green eyes facing him widened with fear. "Oh, god... oh god oh god oh god..." She snapped out of her horrified trance as another pained howl pierced through the midnight air and her eyes locked with the wind hashira's once more. Steeling their gazes, the two pillars sped off to the direction of the noise.

If there was one thing Sanemi wished to erase from his memory forever, it would be the sight of his mother, a feral demon ripping her own children to shreds with her own fangs and claws.

If there was another thing Sanemi wished to erase from his memory forever, it would be the horrific scene splayed out in front of him.

Thick ash billowing into the air. The rancid stench of rotten flesh and blood.

The sight of his little sister crouching on the ground.

With pearly white skin.

With raking, hooked claws.

With red, watery eyes.

With glinting ivory fangs.

With the scent of a demon flowing from her body, her limbs, her breaths,

Her blood.

The wind hashira stood paralyzed to the ground, mortified at what he was seeing with his own two eyes.

His little sister.

A demon.

This couldn’t be happening. Not again.

“S-sanemi...” a soft whisper sounded from his right. He slowly turned his head to find the love hashira’s horrified gaze locked onto the demon in front of her. “She’s— she...”

Mitsuri began to collapse to the ground, but not before Sanemi could wrap his arms around her frail, trembling body, his mouth still agape.

“What do we do?” she whimpered weakly, still staring in shock at her sister— no, the demon in front of her. “Sanemi, what do we—”

“I don’t know!” he snarled, vengeance and frustration bubbling within his body. Not again. This was not happening to him again. Setting down the girl onto her feet, shuddering hands moved to the sheath of his blade. “She’s— she’s a demon. We... we have to.”

“No!” Mitsuri cried, tackling him to the ground. “Stop! She’s our sister!”

Sanemi clenched his teeth with such resentment that you could hear them scraping against each other. “You think I don’t know that?!” he shouted at his comrade, his harsh voice breaking in his throat. “You think I want to do this?!”

Tears spilled from the green eyes hovering over him, but no words escaped her lips. Her head shook softly, unable to grasp the fact that this was reality. This was real. This wasn’t some cruel nightmare. Her sister was a demon.

Mitsuri fell to the ground as the white-haired pillar shoved past her shoulder, drawing his blade as he stared down the growling demon in front of him.

“(Y-Y/N)...” His knuckles turned white as he gripped the handle of his sword, gritting his teeth. “You idiot...”

Just then, a flash of purple materialized in front of him and the scent of flora clouded his senses.

“Shinazugawa-san,” the lilting voice warned. “Please step back.”

Sanemi growled, his furious eyes clouding with the urge to shove away the small girl in front of him.

An iron grip suddenly clutched at the sleeve of his haori.

“Stop.” The wind hashira heard the voice he loathed so much speak resolutely into his ear.

“Piss off!” he barked, snapping his arm to release it from the water pillar’s grip. But it was no use, as the hashira’s hold stayed firm. “I’m the only one who can do this! None of you have had to kill your own family members before!”

Giyuu’s eyebrows furrowed with bitterness as he pinned his comrade’s arms behind his back. “That’s enough. We’re taking her back to headquarters to consult with Ubuyashiki. The mission is over.”

The rest of the hashira stared down at the demon in front of them in horror.

The determined eyes, the confident smile, the warm aura of a little sister...

It was all gone.

“A demon...” the stone pillar wept, clasping his hands together and sending a silent prayer to the heavens for their lost sister.

The youngest pillar narrowed his eyes at the demon. “She’s not human at all any more, is she?”

Giyuu pulled on the rope restraining her, shaking his head. “She was... she was trying to speak while we brought her here,” he said softly, recalling how painful it was for the hashira to hear her pained screams and cries as they carried her home. “It seems like... she isn’t able to fully speak yet.”

The demon with the rope around her neck thrashed and snarled, baring her sharp white fangs and clawing at the hashira standing around her. Her catlike pupils dilating, she lunged forward at the flame pillar with a roar. “Rrrahh! He— hckk...” Giyuu tugged on the rope once more, stopping her just a few inches from Rengoku’s chest as she went limp.

“Rengoku-san!” Mitsuri cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. None of the hashira knew what to do with their sister. This monster in front of them.

How were they, the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps, whose duty is to slay all demons, going to kill their own sister?

Did they have to?

“H-he-lp...”

All heads whipped to their sister crawling on the ground, her mouth agape and her red eyes watering.

“H-hel-p... end... m—”

Something shifted in her eyes. As if she was finally able to see clearly for the first time.

Her crimson orbs widened, her claws reaching to her pale face as though she was making sure she was real. She sat there, knees folded underneath her, touching and patting her demonic body with wonder.

The hashira locked eyes with each other in concern.

Has she regained consciousness? Would she turn malicious? Will she recognize who we are? Does she know we’re her siblings?

A broken sob pierced through the air as all of the pillars turned to the center of the circle once again.

One gnarly claw sat over her heart, the other covering her pale mouth. A steady flow of tears poured from her glistening scarlet eyes as she kept her gaze trained on the ground in front of her.

“I-I’m...”

Giyuu gazed at her with sorrow. Shinobu’s eyes filled with sympathy. Mitsuri clasped her hands over her mouth, letting out a sob. Obanai lightly touched her shoulder. Gyomei’s tears began to flow faster. Sanemi stood paralyzed with shock.

“A... de... mon...”

The wind hashira raised a shaking finger, pointing at his sister kneeling on the ground. “O-oi...” he started, his voice trembling. “She can— she can talk...”

Moving to crouch in front of the demon was the insect pillar who tentatively reached a cautious arm onto her bony white shoulder. “My little butterfly... Can you hear me?”

Crimson eyes slowly slid over to meet violet ones, tears still trickling out of them. Her head nodded at an excruciating pace, seemingly sapping all of her energy.

“Good. I am your older sister, Shinobu, and these are all of your siblings, you see?” Her soft, kind voice unwavered, as though she had comforted demons like this countless times during her life. She turned and swept one arm out to the hashira standing before her, the other trained firmly on the younger girl’s back.

Staring before you were the nine pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps. Your nine older siblings locked their grief-stricken eyes with yours. You could barely hear your sister's voice over the thumping sound of blood rushing through your body.

You were so thirsty. You were so tired. You just wanted to sleep. Forever.

“... friends, okay?” the soft voice carried you out of your thoughts. “(Y/N)? Are you still with us?”

You felt your lips part, but no sound came out. Panic rose throughout your body as you tried and failed, and tried and failed again to speak.

The hashira before you looked at each other in concern before the one behind you piped up. “Use your body to speak if you can,” the calm voice spoke. “I’ll keep her on the rope just in case.”

Your stinging eyes moved to meet with pained dark blue ones as his pale hands wrapped firmly around the rope your frail body was attached to.

Nodding slowly— gods, it was so painful— you reached a hand over to one side of your rope-bruised neck and dragged it over to your other side, making a cutting motion.

The hashira gaped at you in horror.

“You... you want us t-to kill you?” The white-haired male yelled, the pulsing veins in his blank eyes straining as they peered into yours.

They were red.

Blood.

You needed blood. You craved it so, so badly. You could feel it bubbling in your gut and spreading from the tips of your clawed toes to your pale white skull. You couldn’t live without blood.

Human blood.

It was everywhere. In a quarter of a millisecond, it was everywhere.

Blood.

Gushing out from a white haori-covered shoulder.

Right underneath your glinting fangs.

Oh, it was delicious.

Terrified screams and the clink of metal cried out from all around you.

But all you could focus on was the taste of blood.

Human blood.

A crack.

You were thrown onto your back. A rope pulled tautly around your neck. The butt of a sword staked right onto your chest.

You cheeks were wet. Why were they wet?

Your eyes stung so badly. Why did they sting?

A strained noise escaped from your throat against your will. “Do— it!”

The voice wasn’t your own.

This body wasn’t your own.

Who were you?

"DO IT!" a voice shrieked from inside you. "DO IT! KILL ME!"

Who... who was saying that?

Nine horrified pairs of eyes stared down at you. Who were they again?

"Please!" the voice was hoarse now. "Please, before I hurt you again!"

The handle of the sword pushing into your chest trembled. You turned to meet the wide eyes of the man with the white hair...

Who was he again?

Oh right, he had the most delicious blood...

But there was something else about him...

Your vision grew red as you remembered the pure ecstasy of drinking in his blood, quenching your never-ending thirst for just a moment...

You craved it again.

Thrashing your body about underneath the sword, you lunged forward, clawing at the man's pale neck.

Petrified gasps sounded from all around you.

A searing pain flooded through your entire body.

There, piercing right through your neck, was a nichirin blade.

And directly in front of your eyes was the green sword hilt of the wind pillar.

Wind pillar.

Your eyes widened in realization as all of your memories of your human life came flooding back into your head.

Shinobu teaching you how to concoct various antidotes and poisons. Mitsuri helping you fit your official Demon Slayer Corps uniform. Rengoku helping you up after a difficult sparring session. Giyuu patting your head before sending you off to the Final Selection. Himejima giving you charms of luck before your first mission.

Sanemi, who had supposedly died to the demon who turned you, in front of you now, with his sword buried into your throat.

“N-nemi—” you managed to croak out, your vision growing dark. All you could focus on was the horrified gaze staring back at you.

"Fuck, (Y/N)!" Sanemi barked. "Why the fuck did you go and do that and kill yourself! Shit! You're gonna fucking die now!" You could see tears on his scarred cheeks.

A tiny, sorrowful smile spread across your face. "Don't cry, Sanemi..." All of your energy poured into this one smile, this one smile to say your goodbyes. "Hey— Nemi... remember, you always said... humans... always get the last laugh, huh?"

The last thing you saw before your vision went black was Sanemi’s frightened eyes.

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capitainelevi · 3 years ago

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For @pufferssss, happy late birthday!! ❤️

Waiting for sunrise

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The first and last time Levi visits Petra`s grave.

Levi arranged his cravat again, self-conscious at the thought of visiting her for the first time. He stood frozen in place, with a bouquet of orange lilies in his hand. Her favorite flowers. Just a mere coincidence, not an effort on his part, of course. He never imagined he would visit her here so early on. Staring at the newly carved headstone, he tried to set aside the nagging thought that the earth underneath it only held an empty coffin.

What should he say to her?

“Your dad came to see me after the mission, and I had to tell him that I don`t even have a body to bring back home to him”?

“I failed in getting justice for you and the guys”?

“I miss your tea”?

The only words he could spurt out were “Hi, Ral.”

He groaned at his awkwardness and settled on presenting her with the flowers he chose for her. He could feel his hands getting sweaty from anxiousness, much to his confusion. He had nothing to be nervous about. It was just Petra in front of him. His subordinate. Petra, who fought by his side for years. Who swore to devote her life to him. Just his Petra.

Levi sat on the ground next to the gravestone, unconcerned about the dirt he would have to clean out of his clothes at the end of the day. “I hope you can hear me, wherever you are. I like to think you`re listening.” He never spent much time concerning himself with death and the life that supposedly followed it, but ever since losing them as well, he found himself wishing they were happy. He knew that those brats would be wasting the rest they earned to look over him, no matter how much he objected.

“I hope you like the spot I chose for you. It`s sunny, but you also get some shade from the tree. I thought you`d like listening to birds singing." On their free days, he could always spot Petra with a book on her lap, under the shade of the oak tree in their yard. He never dared to bother her, worried he would disturb the angelic aura of the image, content with being fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of it. He never dared get so close to the sun.

"I`m going to bring some flowers we can plant next time I visit. I know you had a green thumb.” Levi omitted in letting her know it only took a month for the plant in his office that she cared for years to wither away in his care. Or maybe it just knew Petra would never be back.

Levi closed his eyes, lulled to sleep by the quietness around him and the feeling of the afternoon sky on his skin, considering if someone would bother him if he moved to the tree trunk to nap. He craved some peace.

“I`m sorry I didn`t get to come earlier. You missed a real shit show in Sina.” He took a glance at his wounded leg and sighed. “It`s not as bad as it looks, no need to mother me.”

Without raising his eyes from the ground in front of him, Levi admitted to her in a hoarse voice- “I kept calling out orders for you, and Erwin had to remind me that you`re not here anymore. Like I could ever fucking forget.”

Despite the emptiness in his chest, he went on- “Eren misses you. I really wish you could help me manage that brat. You always knew what to say to him. Hange misses you. I… everyone misses you.” They left a hole behind that he doubted he would ever patch.

Levi cleaned off some dust from her headstone before promising her he would be back as soon as he could.

As promised, the second time Levi visited her, he got her some daisies to plant next to her resting place. After wiping his hands clean on a rag, Levi sat down against the tree trunk to admire his work. He was sure Petra would be proud of the progress he made regarding gardening. He had even gotten a new plant to replace the one on his desk.

“Tch, not talkative today, are we? That`s alright, you know I always talk a lot.”

Visiting her calmed his restless spirit. His anxiety over the plan, his worry over Erwin`s wellbeing, his longing to have his old squad by his side again, they were all pilling up for the last few days. Levi found himself losing even more sleep lately. But he would never tell her that since it would most likely end in another one of her scoldings.

“You`re missing it, the final push. The brat`s finally going to do it, he`s going to seal the Wall.” Levi hoped that they would be able to carry out the mission. That his squad`s sacrifice to keep Eren alive would not have been in vain.

“You`re not being fair, are you? You already know what we will find in the basement, and yet you keep it all to yourself. Tch, be like that.” Would it all be worth it? The pain, the countless sacrifices, and the lives lost along the way? He wished Petra could answer that for him.

He never wanted to upset her, but Petra always encouraged him to let others help him carry the burden. Levi took a deep breath before speaking again- “I think Eren misses you. He`s been going on about how he wants to visit you again. Bring you flowers. To help me maintain this place clean." Levi rolled his eyes again and the memory. "Like I would ever need his help with that.”

Levi took the ribbon out of his pocket and started fiddling with it, ignoring the slight pang of guilt at how he came into its possession.

“I hope you won`t mind I took that.” The first night he spent without them, Levi found himself roaming the empty corridors of the castle. When his steps took him in front of Petra`s door, the urge to hold on to something physical to remember her overtook his sense of shame. He was aware that her belongings would go back to her parents in the next few days, but he hoped the red ribbon Petra used to tie her hair with would not be missed.

“I took your patch at first. I was going to keep it in my breast pocket. To have a reminder of your sacrifice. But when I saw that kid eaten up by guilt, I knew what I had to do. I knew what you would have wanted me to do with it.” He had no regrets about that. It was the perfect way to honor the kindest soldier the Survey Corps ever had.

When the light began to fade, Levi got up from his spot and left without saying another word to Petra. He did not want to say goodbye to her. Levi felt no need for it since death could be in his cards the next day. And he could get to see her again sooner than he thought.

The third time Levi visited her, it was not with a flower bouquet in his hand but with a bottle of cheap alcohol he found on Moblit`s desk. That night, Levi allowed grief to consume him.

"Erwin died. But I have a feeling you know that already, don`t you?" Levi wiped his nose with the back on his hand, too absorbed in his anger to even care about the disgusting habit.

"Are you mad at him? Are you mad that he chose to sacrifice your life?"

But only silence greeted him.

"Are you mad that I didn`t even question it?"

No answer again. The rage burning inside him overtook him, and Levi smashed the bottle against the headstone.

"Shit. I`m sorry, I shouldn`t have done that." Levi crouched down and collected the pieces of the bottle into his handkerchief. The grief, the anger, and now the shame for denigrating her place of rest were eating him alive.

"We found out the truth, you know? It`s a shitty world out there, Ral. But I have a feeling not even that would have cut off your wings."

Levi found himself craving touch. Her touch. And for the first time in his life, he felt the need to be comforted. He smiled to himself bitterly. How cruel must the deity who created him be for making him desire the impossible?

The fourth time Levi visited her, he brought a special gift for her. A small, odd thing that Armin called seashell.

“We saw the sea today. Just a big old pile of saltwater. But you would have loved it.”

Seeing the brats play in the water with carefree smiles on their face made him yearn for a glimpse of amber hair in the picture. He missed them all dearly.

“I would have to pull you out of it by the collar of your shirt, I bet.” For as devoted and strict as she was, Petra always seemed to cause him distress. Not that he minded it, of course. Levi found himself wishing to hear her timid knocks on his door again, even in the middle of the night. He longed for those times, where she shyly approached him after needing his help in whatever problem she found herself stuck in again.

While that was not his intention when he first came to her, his heart was heavy with words he never said to her. "The world hates us, Ral." He could never imagine how someone would ever detest someone as kind as Petra just for the blood running in her veins. But if he had to be true to himself, a part of him hated Petra as well.

"Maybe I hate you too."

Petra broke his promises to him, after all. Two years ago, when death was imminent on an expedition, and Petra put down her swords in acceptance, Levi fought with her. He made her promise she would make it to the end. That she would be by his side the day they kill the last titan.

"Do you remember your promises to me? Such bullshit. Never thought you were a liar, Petra."

But Levi knew she would have never left him had she had a choice. That she would have fought for even just a second more by his side. But it never dulled the pain of losing her.

With a heavy heart, Levi said his goodbye for the evening, guilty for blaming her for things out of her control.

The fifth time Levi visited her, it was snowing outside.

It was always a wonder how someone radiating light and warmth could be a winter child. But Levi was sure he memorized the date right. It was an important one for him, after all. Levi fought to make sure he had enough time to get ready for celebrating her birthday. She deserved nothing more than a perfect day. Hange had been more than understanding, the wound left by losing Moblit still fresh in their heart.

Levi put the bouquet of twenty-two golden roses on the frozen ground. “Happy birthday. Twenty-two, huh? You`re turning into an old woman, Ral.” The irony of his words made a slight pang of guilt rise in his chest. The passing of time would never touch her again.

“I have your favorite”- he said, lightly shaking the box containing a small vanilla cake. Sugar was a rarity, but getting a cake was an unspoken rule in his squad. Their lives were too short to worry about the money. The first thing Levi noticed about Petra was the faint flower smell emanating from her. The first thing after setting his eyes on her clean nails, of course. On her first birthday that they celebrated as a squad, Levi gifted Petra a bottle of scented body lotion. And some high-quality cleaning rags, of course. But she did not pay attention to that. She and the rest of the Survey Corps never knew how to appreciate the finer things in life. But Levi did not miss the way her face lit up when he noticed something she enjoyed.

“I could never understand your sweet tooth, but today, I`m going to have a slice of cake.” Levi always refrained from indulging in this vice. Having grown unaccustomed to sugar, the idea of sweetness was unappealing to him. He always felt bad for disappointing her each year when she sat in front of him, with a small piece of cake she had cut for him. “Or two slices. Two is more appropriate anyway. If I get cavities, it`s on your ass.”

The ground was too cold for him to sit down on, and Levi made a mental note to build a small bench close to her headstone. He opened the box and eyed the cake wearily, considering if he should change his mind. He took a small bite of the cake, and he almost choked on it. “Oi, this is so damn sweet. How the fuck could you eat so much of it?” But it did not stop him from finishing his slice.

Levi expected to find some flowers lying in the snow or at least some tracks leading up to her grave.

“Does your old man still come around? I`ve never crossed paths with him since the expedition.” Sometimes, when he closed his eyes at night, he could still recall Mr. Ral`s pained expression when he realized there was no one left for him to wait for.

“Maybe it`s for the best. I bet he doesn`t want to see me again.” To see the face of the man who was supposed to protect his daughter. The face of the man his daughter wanted to devote her life to. The man who could not even bring him a body home to bury.

“I`m a shit. Ruining your birthday with talk like this.” Levi was never good at this. In his spot, Eld would have teased Petra about her first expedition. Tell her how now that she was a big girl, she ought to refrain from soiling herself again. Petra would turn red from embarrassment and elbow Eld in the ribs. Gunther would point out that despite their age, they are still children. And proceed with teasing Petra himself. Oluo would try to defend Petra`s honor to gain her attention, which would make him the target instead. Levi gave a small smile at the thoughts. He missed them dearly, more than he would ever care to admit.

Levi crouched down and cleared the layer of snow covering her headstone. He ran his finger alongside the letters of her name, wishing he would have had more opportunities to write it down.

“Happy birthday again, brat.”

The last time he visited her, Levi had company. Gabi and Falco did not give it another thought before offering to help him see her again before they would all leave for a new life. A better life, he hoped. But without her by his side, it was never going to be perfect. Gabi set down the flowers before they gave him privacy. While they never asked him about who she was, they knew Levi must have cared for her a great deal.

"Hi, brat. It`s been a while."

He had so much to say to her, and yet, he did not know where to start. A part of him expected to join her during the last battle, but fate always had something new in store for him. Levi was uncertain if it was luck by his side or a curse to watch everyone he ever cared about die. But life was looking brighter, and Levi promised himself he would never lose anyone again.

"Are Hange and Erwin with you now? How about the guys?" He wished for nothing more than to be there by their side. But Levi knew they would never forgive him if he did not try to live the remainder of his life to the fullest. And for them, he would try.

"Does Oluo still bite his tongue? Did he try to flirt with you again? Is Eld still teasing you? Does Gunther still treat you as a little sister?" Levi chuckled at the memory of their antics. He learned the hard way that he never appreciated them enough before he lost them.

"I hope there is an afterlife. I hope it`s peaceful. You all deserve it. Such a shitty end..." He closed his eyes and sighed at the words coming out of his mouth. "I`m sorry, I didn`t mean it. But you already knew that. I was always an open book to you."

Levi felt guilty for leaving the home they bled for behind, but if he were truthful, it had not felt like home to him for years. With no one left by his side, nothing was keeping him in Paradise anymore. While neither of them voiced it out, he had dreamed of a future with Petra by his side. And for her, he would try to live a long and happy life. Before he got to be with her.

"I`m sorry... for the future I never got to offer you. The one you deserved. I`m sorry for the house I never got to build for us, for the vows we never got to take, for the brats that will never play in my backyard." Levi knew Petra would encourage him to find love, but he never would again. He could never imagine a future by someone else`s side.

Levi glanced back at her grave for one last time before he set out for the remainder of his life- "I`ll see you soon. Wait for me."

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your-nerd-is-showing · 4 years ago

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AOT Armin x Reader Not so Innocent Part one

Content: Smut

Warnings: losing virginity, Jean being an ass, slightly sub Armin, oral sex (giving and receiving), minors not allowed!

Artist Credit @Yuna_s10

TW: almost noncon

After Armin finds out he is a Titan and with the weight of his life being spared over Erwin's he really needs some comfort. You were there to give it to him, ever since that day he has wondered if you had deeper feelings than just friends. Armin kept a journal filled with his deepest desires for you because he is too scared to tell you how he feels. Meanwhile you try to make him jealous but it just makes him upset because he thinks you friend zoned him.

This is a side story between season 3 and 4.

You were out taking a midnight stroll because you couldn’t sleep. You could hear someone crying. “That sounds like Armin.” You said to yourself as you walked in the direction of the cries and found Armin huddled in a dark corner with his back turned to you. You walked over to him and hugged him tightly. “Armin please don’t cry.” You spoke softly as you pulled him in closer.

“(Y/N)?” He wiped his eyes. “W-why are you out so late?”

“I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a walk. Now tell me what’s wrong Armin.” You said sweetly as you played with his beautiful blonde hair.

He pulled your arms around him more. “I feel so lost (Y/N) ever since Floch said that everyone resents me because my life was spared over Erwin's…. Part of me hates my-myself…. Why? Why did Levi chose me over Erwin? The Commander of the Scouts life is far more v-valuable t-than a m-measly Cadets life….” Armin started to cry again.

“Shhhhhh Armin please don’t cry I hate to see you upset.” You said in a comforting voice but he didn’t stop sobbing. “I don’t think Levi made the wrong decision.”

Armin looked up at you with his big blue eyes. “Y-you don’t?”

You wiped away his tears. “Not in the least bit.” You hugged him closer to you. “I feel like all Erwin did was come up with half-assed plans.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hmmmm well every plan he came up with to take down the Titans failed, but every plan you came up with worked we took down the armored and colossal Titans because of you. You even figured out that Annie was the female Titan. Without that beautiful brain of yours we would all be dead right now Armin. You saved everyone else.” You kissed his cheek making Armin blush. “And for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

Armin awoke from his dream. “Every night I have the same dream about that night with (Y/N)…. I can’t get her out of my head…. I…. I think I’m in love with her.” He looked over at you asleep next to him in your sleeping bag he had a smile on his face. “She always sleeps next to me…. Could she feel the same way?” He kept looking at you, his eyes traveled down and stopped at your breasts.

“She’s so beautiful.” He thought to himself, his mind wandered as he watched your nipples become hard. He let out a sigh. “The things I want to do to her.” He could feel his pants become tight. “Armin what are you thinking!? Ugh, but I can’t help it…. I want her so badly…. I, I need to make a move soon before someone else takes her away from me…. I see the way Jean looks at her.”

Armin took out his journal and started to write. ‘I had that same dream again about (Y/N)…. I just can’t stop thinking about her…. All the naughty things I want to do to her…. I just want to bury my face in her big breasts and crotch. I want her so bad…. This isn’t fair….’ Armin let out a sigh.

“Well, I guess I should take care of this growing problem down here….” Armin thought to himself as he quietly pulled down his pants and grabbed his length gently stroking. He bit his lip as he imagined it was you doing this to him. He gazed over at you while he touched himself quickening the strokes. He watched you roll onto your side facing him and your breast popped out of your tank top. His eyes widened as he felt his warm seed seep into his hand. Armin quietly pulled his pants back on and went to wash his hands. He came back and snuggled closer to you.

“Goodnight my sweet angel.” He whispered and kissed your cheek.

You woke up the next morning laying on Armin. You freaked out and scrambled to get up. “Why was I laying on Armin!?” You thought to yourself your cheeks turned red as you stared at him sleeping. “He's so cute when he sleeps.” You smiled at him as you stroked his hair.

“Hey beautiful good morning!” Yelled Jean.

You looked at Jean and smiled. “Why good morning to you too Jean!” You replied happily.

He held out his hand to help you up. “Care to join me for breakfast pretty lady?”

You took Jean's hand. “Sure! I just need to go get dressed.” You grabbed your uniform and headed to the bathroom.

Armin laid there in silence. “Stupid Jean always taking (Y/N) from me…. He takes up most of her time it drives me nuts!” He though to himself. “I feel like she doesn’t even give me the time of day anymore…. Have I been friend-zoned?” He curled up into a ball. “When she does talk to me she treats me like a kid.”

You came back from the bathroom and saw Armin curled up. You walked over to him and were about to comfort him but Jean stepped in the way.

“You ready?” He held out his arm for you to take.

“Oh uh yeah I’m ready…. I just wanted to make sure Armin was okay….”

Jean looked down at Armin. “He’s fine lets go!” He attempted to pull you away.

“I'll catch up with you Jean.” You replied dismissing him.

“But-“

“Jean I said I’ll catch up with you.” You repeated as you knelt down next to Armin.

Jean stormed off.

You rolled your eyes. “What a meathead…. Armin are you okay?” You asked as you stroked his hair.

He closed his eyes and melted as you touched his hair. “I’m better now that you’re here.” He muttered so you didn’t hear him.

“Hm? What did you say Armin?”

“I don’t feel too good.” He replied looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes.

You leaned over to take Armin's temperature and he could see right down your shirt, making his skin get hot. “Well, you are warm. Do you feel sick?” You asked as concern coated your voice.

“Hmmm, maybe I can milk this and have her attention all to myself today.” Armin thought to himself.

“My head is pounding and I have a stomach ache.” He replied in a quiet voice as he clutched his stomach with one hand and his head with the other.

“Well then lets get you some medicine.” You got up and went in your bag to grab herbs and your stone grinder. You lit a small fire to boil water for tea and started to grind the herbs as you sang in a soft voice.

Armin sat there completely entranced by you he loved to listen to you sing. He got lost watching you prepare the medicine. “Come on you dummy now is the perfect time to tell (Y/N) how you feel!” Armin thought to himself.

He went to speak but nothing came out.

You looked over at Armin. “Are you okay sweetie? You’re just starting off into space.” You spoke breaking Armin's thoughts.

“Y-yes I’m fine (Y/N).” He replied his cheeks were red.

You gave him a sweet smile. “The tea is almost ready. You should be feeling better soon!”

“(Y/N) you’re so talented if the Survey Corps didn’t have you as their medic we would be screwed.”

“Awe Armin thank you.” You blushed at the sweet compliment. “I’m thankful my parents were herbalists and passed their wisdom down to me.” You stirred the pot of tea.

“As long as I’ve known you (Y/N) you always had your hands in the dirt studying plants.”

“And if I remember correctly you were always by my side with your hands in the dirt with me studying the plants.” You stuck out your tongue.

“Just like you I love to learn new things.”

You smiled and nodded your head. “I love to learn new things with you, Armin….” Your cheeks turned pink.

“What do you mean?” He asked confused.

“Hm? Oh, n-nothing!”

“Shit, why did I say that?” You thought to yourself. “He doesn’t even get it I honestly don’t think he likes me how I like him.” You let out a sigh as you poured the tea.

“Here you go Armin I added some honey to make it sweet.” You handed him the cup.

“Thank you so much (Y/N)!” He smiled and took the tea. “It smells really good.” He said as he inhaled the steam.

You sat there with Armin enjoying his company.

He smiled at you. “Ahhh this is so nice, being able to spend time with you.”

“What do you mean Armin? We always spend time together.”

“Well yeah we do but it always seems to be interrupted by Jean or someone else….”

“Hey! (Y/N)!” Yelled Jean.

“Speak of the devil….” Muttered Armin.

“Hey Jean!” You waved at him.

“How’s little Armin feeling?” He asked sarcastically.

“A lot better thanks to (Y/N)’s medicine.” He answered back. “She's truly amazing.” He smiled at you.

“Well since you’re feeling better you wouldn’t mind if I borrowed her for a bit would you?” Jean asked as he tugged on your arm attempting to pull you away.

“I think I’m going to stay here with Armin.” You replied pulling your arm away.

“But I really need to talk to you.” Jean kept tugging on you.

You swatted his hand away. “Jean I said no! Now leave me alone!” You turned away dismissing him.

“What the fuck.” He muttered under his breath and stormed off.

“That idiot just doesn’t give up its so annoying sometimes.” You growled.

“But don’t you like the attention?” Armin asked.

“Not from him…. He’s not the guy I want attention from.” You sighed.

“Who do you want attention from?”

“W-well uh I-“

“Hey (Y/N)!” Yelled Eren as he came running over to you.

“Hey Eren! What’s up?”

“Levi needs to talk to you he’s in his office he said it’s important.”

“Oh okay!” You got up to leave.

Later that day you were going through Armin's stuff because you wanted something that smelled like him and you came across his journal. “Hm? Armin keeps a journal? Let’s see what secrets he keeps in here.” You opened the journal and started to look through the pages. You noticed the journal started the night you found Armin crying outside and most of the entries were about you. Your eyes widened as you read about all the naughty things he wanted to do to you.

“Sweet little Armin isn’t so innocent after all oh my goodness. He wants to tie me up and lick honey off my naked body?!” You kept scanning through the pages. “Oh this is a good one make love out in nature under the stars. Heh even when he is writing dirty things he still makes it sound romantic.” Your skin was getting hot and you were getting extremely turned on reading about what he wanted to do to you. “Ohhhhh Armin what am I going to do with you?” You laughed. “Well that was a rhetorical question….. I want to do everything to you.” You got up and went to go find him.

“Oh my sweet Armin I can’t wait to make you mine!” You made your way through the city, suddenly you were blindsided by someone and knocked to the ground. “What the hell!? Jean what are you doing!?” You tried to push him off of you but it was no use.

“(Y/N) you’re such a god damn tease!” He yelled as he ripped your shirt open. “Why? Why do you do this to me? You know I like you I’ve been trying so damn hard to make you my girl but no stupid Armin always gets in the way!” He kept shouting as he ripped your pants off.

“Jean! STOP! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME!?” You punched him in the face but it didn’t phase him in the least bit, he just grabbed your wrists and held you down. “Jean I don’t even like you like that! I’M IN LOVE WITH ARMIN! I HAVE BEEN SINCE I WAS A CHILD! I was just flirting with you to make him jealous!”

“NO! I’m in love with you!” He shouted back as he choked you. “No one can have you but me!”

You started to get light-headed. “J-Jean I-I c-can't b-breathe.” Your vision was getting blurry. Suddenly someone pulled Jean off of you. All you could make out was blonde hair before you passed out.

Armin tore Jean off of you. “How dare you put your hands on her like that! You disgusting pig!” Armin continuously punched him in the face. “If you ever so much as look in her direction.” He pulled his fist back. “I will tear you to shreds!” Armin punched him one final time knocking Jean unconscious.

Armin ran over to you. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Please wake up!” He shook you but you didn’t respond to him. He scooped you up and jumped into the window of a inn. Armin ran over to the door and put a chair against it to keep it locked. He came back over to you and put his head on your chest. “Well she’s still breathing thank goodness.” He sat there staring at your half naked body. “This is so unfair. She is literally being handed to me….” He felt his pants starting to get tight he reached out his trembling hand to grope your breast but he stopped himself. “But I know I’m friend-zoned….” He curled into a ball.

You started to wake up. “Armin?” You spoke in a quiet voice as you reached out your hand towards him.

“(Y/N)?” Armin looked down at you. “You’re okay!” He hugged you tightly.

“What happened? Last I remember Jean was trying…. Trying to…. To….” You shuddered as you recalled what Jean just tried to do to you and started to sob.

Armin pulled you in closer to him. “Shhhhh it’s okay stupid Jean won’t ever hurt you again (Y/N).” He ran his fingers through your soft (H/C) hair as he pulled you into his lap.

You turned about eight shades of red as you felt a bulge poke at your butt as he sat you on his lap. “Armin?” You looked at him as your skin got hot.

“Yes (Y/N)?” He replied. “Why are you so warm?”

“Armin I…. I….” You started.

“Yes?”

“I…. I…. Awe fuck it!” You yelled as you tackled Armin and kissed him.

Armin was momentarily taken aback and stunned by the sudden kiss. He pulled away, his face as red as a tomato. “(Y-Y/N-N) wh-what? B-but I…. I thought I was friend-zoned?”

You looked at him shocked. “Is that why you’ve been so distant? Awe Armin sweetie no you’re not friend-zoned at all.” You pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him. “In fact, it’s the exact opposite…. Armin….. I’m in love with you.” You leaned in and kissed his neck, a small moan escaped his lips. “I’ve been in love with you as long as I can remember Armin….”

“R-really?”

“Yes Armin really.” You repeated as you pressed your body closer to his. “And I found your journal…. You certainly write a lot about me….” You lightly nibbled his neck making Armin moan again.

“(Y-Y/N-N) wh-what are you doing?” He shuddered beneath you as you nibbled at his neck again.

“Oh don’t you play innocent with me Armin I know that you’re far from that.” You gave him a look as you gently grinded on him. “I know how much you want me.” You leaned in and kissed him again.

Armin trembled as he wrapped his arms around your neck pulling you in closer to him. He moaned against your lips as you bucked your hips against his growing bulge.

You took the opportunity and instantly invaded his mouth with your tongue kissing him deeply.

He wined as you quickened the motions. “(Y/N) it's, it's starting to hurt.”

You looked at him confused. “What is?”

He turned even redder. “My, my growing problem d-down there.”

“Awe sweetie do you want me to help you?” You cooed.

Armin bit his lip and nodded.

“Very well my love.” You got off of his lap and slowly pulled off just his pants. You crawled back up his body just to be tackled to the bed by him.

Armin rolled you onto your stomach and held your wrists as he started to hump you. Little whimpers escaped your lips as his length gently caressed your butt. He let go of your wrists and held onto your waist as he quickened the pace. “Am, am I doing a good job (Y/N)?” He asked shyly.

You moaned louder and nodded your head. “Ah-ahhhhh yes Armin you’re doing a g-great jobbbb!” You wined out as you gripped the blankets.

He leaned in and ran sweet little kisses down the back of your neck. “(Y/N) I love you so much…. I, I can’t believe this is really happening right now…. I’ve dreamt about this day for so long and finally, you’re mine.” He cooed. “How did I get so lucky? I finally get my sweet angel.” He reached down and unhooked your bra. He got off of you and rolled you back over to face him. His eyes grew wide in wonder as he removed your bra staring at your perfect body and breasts. “You truly are beautiful (Y/N).” He leaned in and kissed your neck slowly tracing your collarbone with his lips as he traveled down towards your breasts. He gazed at you his eyes filled with excitement as he gently rolled your nipple between his fingers while his mouth encircled your other nipple. He licked and nipped at your nipple as he grinded on you.

“Ah-ahhhhh A-Ar-Armin.” You wined out as his bulge rubbed against you. Your hips bucked wildly out of control every time he made contact, soaking your underwear.

He looked up at you with his beautiful blue eyes. “Yes (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Every little touch is driving me crazy Armin…. I…. I’m going mad right now…. Please Armin I…. I want you in the worst way….”

His eyes widened in shock as those words left your lips. “W-wa-wait are you saying what I-I think you’re saying (Y/N)? D-do you want me to, to take you?” He stammered looking at you shyly.

You blushed and nodded your head. “Yes Armin I am.”

He got off of you and sat on the bed.”Woah hold on a minute th-this is a big decision…. Are you absolutely sure.”

“Is it really Armin? By the way you write about me in your journal, it doesn’t seem that way…. Don’t you want to experience everything life has to offer?”

“I…. I…. I… well that’s writing in a journal I thought no one was going to find…. I never thought this was going to actually happen.”

“Armin.” You took his hands in yours. “It’s written all over your journal that you’re in love with me…. I have known you my entire life I have seen you at your worst I have seen you at your best…. I know you better than anyone else…. I was your friend before Eren and Mikasa knew you…. Armin, I’m in love with you also. I want to spend the rest of our lives together.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

He took a deep breath in. “I have no idea what I would even be doing….” He glanced between you and him a smile formed on his lips as he gazed at you. “But if you really want this then….” He pinned you to the bed and nipped at your neck, taking you by surprise. “I am willing to pleasure you my love.” He traced his lips down your torso showering your stomach in sweet kisses. He pulled down your underwear looking on in wonder. “Tell me what do you want me to do to you?”

“I-I want you to rub my clit.” You propped your legs on the bed and opened your lips with your fingers revealing your soaking wet core.

He took his fingers and massaged your clit making you squirt all over his hand. He continued to rub as he took is other hand and gently plunged a finger inside you.

“Ohhhhhh A-Arminnnn!” You moaned out as you gushed again, he pulled his finger out and innocently licked your juices off looking like a child licking cake batter.

He smiled at you before plunging face-first into you. He grabbed your hips and attacked your clit with his tongue as he pulled you in closer to him.

You gently gripped his soft hair, tugging on it with every flick of his tongue. Licking, sucking, nibbling Armin couldn’t get enough of your sweet taste he wanted to eat you up. You bucked your hips as you felt yourself gush into his mouth, Armin licked up every last drop.

He looked up at you and smiled. “Are you enjoying this my love?” He asked wanting reassurance.

“A-Armin.” You said panting. “Y-you're doing an amazing job.” You sat up and leaned in to kiss him. Locking lips you kissed him passionately as you lowered yourself onto his lap. You slowly started to move your hips rubbing your clit on his member, earning sweet little moans from Armin. You broke the kiss tracing your lips down his neck leaving love bites all over his collar bones. You made your way down his torso kissing right above his waistband. You locked eyes with Armin as you pulled down his underwear, revealing his rock hard member. Your smile grew wider as you gently took his length in your hand, little whimpers of excitement escaped Armin's lips as you ran your hands up and down his shaft.

“O-oh-ohhhhhhh (Y-Y/N-N) this f-feels even b-better t-th-than I ever i-im-imagined!” He tilted his head back as he moaned louder and louder.

You lowered your mouth to his pulsing length wrapping your lips around it, ever so lightly licking the precum off his tip. Slowly you started to suck running your tongue along his shaft.

He gently tugged at your hair as he watched your head bob up and down, his hips bucking with every lick. “Ahhhh (Y/N) I’m going to….. I’m going to c-cu-cummmmm!” He moaned as you took his length in its entirety down your throat he released his seed, but you didn’t stop sucking and almost instantly he became hard again.

You released yourself from him. “Let’s get back on the bed where it’s more comfortable.” You helped Armin up and tackled him to the bed, grinding on him making yourself squirt everywhere. You continued to rub your soaking slit all over his size, driving him crazy. “A-are you ready my sweet Armin?”

He looked at you shyly. “Yes, I am.”

You shifted your hips and positioned yourself right at his tip, you leaned in kissing him as you slid down on his member. You yelped into his mouth as you felt a pop.

Armin broke the kiss. “Are you okay?” He asked his voice drenched in concern.

You smiled at him and nodded. “Yes, I am perfectly fine my love.” You leaned in kissing him again as you rocked your hips back and forth. You held onto his shoulders as you quickened the pace, feeling him go deeper and deeper with every thrust. “Ohhhh A-Ar-Aminnnnn j-just like that oh my-my God!” You screamed out.

Armin was in complete sync with you, every time you came down he thrusted into you. “Ohhhhh (Y-Y/N-N)!” He moaned out as he grabbed your butt spreading your cheeks to go deeper into you. Soon he was pounding you wildly. He couldn’t get enough of you as he ran his hands over every inch of your body, caressing your soft skin. He looked at you with amazement as he watched you ride him. “I-I still can’t believe this is-is really h-happening.” He smiled at you.

“Ar-Armin I’m, I’m go-going to cummmmm!” You arched your back as your walls clenched around Armin's length releasing yourself. Toes curling, hips bucking you rode out your first orgasm.

“(Y/N)? Can we try another position?” He asked shyly his cheeks turning bright red. “I-I want to be in control.”

“Of course my love” You got off and stood in front of him.

He gazed at you completely captivated by your beauty. “My, my, my you are a sight to behold my beautiful (Y/N).” Getting up from the bed he walked over to you, he tugged your waist as he pulled you in kissing you deeply. His hands made their way down your torso, gently he cupped your butt as he pressed his length against you, sweet whimpers escaping your lips. His tongue danced with yours as he backed you into a wall. He soon broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, between your breasts down to your soaking core. He got on his knees. “Wrap your legs around my shoulders…. I want to try something.”

“But how is this going to work?”

He placed his hands on your butt for support. “Trust me it will.” He pushed you into the wall more as you lifted one leg over his shoulder than the other one. He adjusted accordingly to make sure you were stable on his shoulders. Armin brought one of his hands forward and spread your lips so he could dive back into your core. He ate you up like a hungry animal, licking every bit of your juices.

Your body shook as Armin swirled his tongue around your clit. “A-ahhhhh Ar-Arminnnnn!” You grabbed his hair, pushing his face into you more as you gushed into his mouth. Slowly he inserted two fingers moving them in and out of you. He quickened the pace as he nibbled on your clit rendering you a drooling mess as your walls clenched around his fingers, earning another orgasm from you.

He came up and lifted you off his shoulders, but kept you pinned to the wall. He pressed himself closer to you as he raised you up again, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Instantly his member slipped back inside you, moaning out he thrusted into you. “I love you so much(Y/N)!” He roared as he pounded deeper and deeper in you.

“I-I l-love you toooooo Armin!” You howled as you bounced wildly with every thrust. You grabbed his head attacking his lips kissing him deeply as he went faster. You moaned into his mouth as you gushed again soaking the floor below you.

Armin broke the kiss looking at you his cheeks were bright red. “(Y-Y/N-N) I’m, I’m going to c-cu-cum a-again.” He pulled out barely in time his seed exploding all over your stomach.

Panting heavily the two of you collapsed on the floor wrapped up in each other’s arms. You smiled at Armin and pulled him in for a long sweet kiss.

He broke the kiss. “(Y/N) t-that was a-amazing!” He said as he nuzzled into your neck.

You sat there playing with his soaking wet hair. “Mhmmmmm it truly was amazing Armin.”

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The monster I've become

Yandere Eren Yeager x female!Reader

Not a single voice was present and no one else besides you and your younger sibling were present. Constantly running for your life and hiding away from them.

The Titans

It's shocking that you have lived this far but you have been hiding under a basement ever since the wall had been breached and only came out when your supplies were low.

" A-Are they up there?" You brother (B/N) asked in a timid manner.

You put a hand on his shoulder and smiled brightly.

"Don't worry! Your big sister will protect you!" Reassuring him made his smile grow weakly, but at least he carried a smile.

Opening the latch and closing it quickly, but gentle at the same time. You quickly made your way into the building and began looking around. Luckily this building still had a roof that protected you a little and covered you from the beasts eyes. Looking to your left you saw a titan walking and immediately crouched down and hid.

You waited until it left and proceeded to walk around the building. Luckily aside from building a nice little basement it had some tunnels that stretched to the market place where you could easily sneak into. You gently lowered yourself down and began walking in the tunnel. Upon arriving you got up and looked around. The tunnel connected to a basement in the marketplace that stores excessive amounts of food but to your disbelief there wasn't a lot of food left.

' I could have sworn that the last time I checked there was more food! Even if it did rot it would still be there but it isn't.' You pondered your thoughts more and more but your stomach sank when you heard a 'click' from the entrance to the basement. You quickly hid yourself in some blankets and hoped for the best. You thought that it was impossible for a human to be here aside from your brother and that if it were a titan you would be safe as long as it didn't see you nor hear you.

Clicking sounds were heard and a voice startled you.

" Oi sasha don't sneak in here! If we're caught we'll be in big trouble!" A hushed voice began spending, the voice sounded deep and the voice following after it sounded more like a screech.

" I can't help it connie! I'm just hungry all the time!"

" Both of you need to stop eating before we all get caught! That's for everyone sasha okay?!" A deep raised voice began speaking to both 'connie' and 'sasha'. You peeked and saw a male with brown hair and blue eyes speaking to a female who had medium length brown hair in a pony tail with light gold eyes who was stuffing her face with food.

" It wasn't me?! It was her?! I only followed her!" A male with light brown hair kept nicely shaved with gray eyes began speaking and in attempt to plea for his innocence.

"Eren, we should go." A soft monotone voice spoke. Peering your eyes over you saw a beautiful female with black hair and gray eyes. You beloved that the boy with blue eyes was named Eren and luckily they had plans on leaving. Unfortunately, fate had other plans as Eren began walking around the room.

"Aside from food we can find some things that can help us and the others." He picked up pliers and examined them. As he began examining the room the closer he got to your hiding spot.

'Shit'

" Like this blanket!" Connie ran to the blanket and pulled it off revealing you to them. A surprised scream emitted from connie alerted the others and the black haired female ran to Eren as he began running to you.

" W-Who are you?" Demanded Eren and you slowly began to get up from your hiding spot.

" My name is (Y/N) and along with my younger brother, I believe we should be the only living residents here. If you excuse me I would appreciate it if you stopped shoving our food down your mouth.

" This is our food by right!" Yelled Sasha protectively clutching the food.

"Tch. Listen, this is our food. My brothers and mine. We've been feeding from here since the wall was destroyed so I suggest you leave before something happens." In a intimidating manner you seem to only fuel them more but before any of you guys had the chance to say anything. A small scream pulled you from your discussion.

"(B/N)!!" Not giving a damn you yelled and ran to save your family with the four people you met following you behind your trail. Diving into the tunnel and running as fast as you can.

The sight you saw shocked you but it didn't give you fear. You're brother was still alive.

The titan was on the ground waiting a soldier, but it seems that it didn't go down without a fight. The soldier was able to cut it's legs and bring it down. After the titan finished it's meal his eyes were turned to your brother.

"OH NO YOU FUCKING DON'T!" Screaming from the top of your lungs you rushed in not giving a damn about the screams from the soldiers you met. Once close to the titan he extended his arm to get your brother, but you used that to your advantage.

Swiftly climbing on top of its arm, you made your way up to its face and repeatedly stabbed it in the eyes. Quickly jumping off, you grabbed your brother and ran to the other soldiers.

"Hey since you seem to be good with that machine you own I'm leaving this titan to you. You grabbed your brothers arm and ran back into the tunnel in hopes of escaping the monster.

"W-WHAT?!" Connie yelled as he began panicking.

(B/N) began hyperventilating as wet salty tears rolled his eyes. Clutching him close you began whispering words of encouragement and rubbing circles on his back.

"Don't worry big sister is here okay (b/n)".

His cries soon stopped as he began to sleep on your lap. You began to pet his hair and soon enough the soldiers came to see if you were still alive. Shushing them you carried your brother back to basement known as "Home" and stopped to see the body of the titan.

Opening the latch you walked in and set your brother down on the bed and a voice soon cut you off.

"You were amazing back there." You turned around to see 'Eren' complimenting you more and more until he asked a question that began to scare you.

"Why don't you join the survey corps?"

"No. My brother needs me here with him and alive. A change of place would be nice too but if that comes with me joining the survey corps then no thank you."

" With your strengths we could save humanity!"

" All I need is my brother. Humanity can die for all I care." With those harsh words they stopped persuading you but only one boy didn't. As the others left only he stayed behind.

" Humanity can die? How selfish can you be?" Eren slightly rose his voice and with his angry expression met yours as well.

"Selfish? Wow...rich coming from you. You were from the Shiganshina District right? On the edge of Wall Maria? I didn't live that far from you. Your father constantly visited my house due to abuse from my father. Remember us? The (L/n) family? All the drama going on?" Continuing your story Eren's expression changed from anger to shock in less then a few passing moments.

" When the titans showed up some debris of the wall fell on my mother's leg. Me and (b/n) cried and screamed for help. Everyone ran past and some yelled "let her be food". Then I saw my mother being eaten in front of me. I shielded (b/n) but I saw it all. The blood, flesh, and I heard the pleas of my mother. When me and (b/n) ran we were met with a gate and people leaving in boats. We could have gotten safe passage if it weren't for my father. He was next and they asked him if he had family and... that selfish bastard said no so he wouldn't wait. Feel free to call me selfish but keep in mind. Everyone is selfish especially in the end." Grabbing (B/n) you left Eren and swiftly walked to another building.

Eren was shocked. It was true. Humans are selfish and even more when they know they're about to die. His mother was eaten in front of him and he couldn't do anything. (Y/N) however survived many things. The constant abuse from her father and for 5 years survived in a titan infested district. He admired her and felt an urge to protect her. He followed her and saw the rest of the soldiers surrounding her and (b/n).

(B/n) was crying while (Y/N) had a strong glare on all of them. Keeping her protective clutch on (B/N), she scanned her surrounding in hope's of finding some sort of weapon.

" Who are you?"

" She couldn't have survived that long outside. Could she be a titan shifter?"

" Should we kill her and the brat?"

Eren's stomach sank as he rushed over to where Mikasa was.

"What's going on?"

" They found (y/n) and think she is a titan shifter. They might plan on executing her."

Eren's eyes grew in shock and as he ran to her aid, a familiar blonde man grabbed his hand.

" Wait Eren. I want to see how she responds to this."

Eren turned to see Erwin calmly focusing on (Y/N).

"B-bu-"

" If it gets serious I'll jump in."

(Y/N) stood there silent until a soldier appeared before her. He took out a small pocket knife and circled her around.

" That brat yours?"

" He's not a brat, can't say the same about you in your younger days".

" What makes you say so huh bitch?"

" Just the way you act, obviously no one taught you how to act. Well then again not like your father cared. He was too busy getting over his hangover then giving a shit about you. Huh neighbor?"

" You bitch!"

The soldier ran to you with the knife as you slightly pushed (B/N) aside. You ducked down and using your weight threw him off his feet. The knife flew away from him as you picked it up and ran to (B/N).

" Think your hot stuff because you took down one of us?" A second man ran to you and you dodged his attempt and using the knife drove the blade into his eye.

A blood curling scream was present as you took back the knife and ran to (B/n).

"M-MY EYE!!"

Suddenly a man approached you. He had black hair and stone cold blue eyes.

" I don't think getting rid of our soldiers is a good idea...brat."

Glaring at the male you scoffed before someone ran to you. It was Eren.

"Corporal! Please she proved her worth I'm sure we could use her in the survey corps! Please don't hurt her."

Shocked by his sudden outburst you grabbed (B/N) and feeling a strange protected feeling got closer to Eren. That didn't go unnoticed by him.

" That's not my decision its Erwin's."

" She can."

Turning their attention to Erwin who began walking over to (Y/N) he stopped and smiled at (B/N) before turning to the rest of the Survey corps. "She joining so please make her feel welcome."

" I never agreed." Stone cold voice accompanied by eyes, you glared at Erwin.

" Of course you did. You want to survive right?"

" I did for the past five years alone with my brother."

" You see now that we found you we have to take you with us. So it's only natural to join."

" Feel free to take me but I'm not joining the Survey Cor-"

" Miss (L/N) wasn't your father involved in human trafficking and the illegal use and smuggle of drugs? Didn't you also partake in that to avoid your family being beat. No matter the reason you still are considered a criminal."

" YOU'RE FUCKING BRIBING ME?"

" Not at all. Simply reminding you that you could come with us and join the Survey Corps or you could go to jail. Remember your brother plays a role in this too."

" DON'T YOU FUCKING TRY!"

" He can see his sister as a hero or be bullied and see his sister as a criminal."

Before continuing to fight back a hug from your brother changed everything.

" Please! Big sister I don't want you to die but I don't want you to be seen as a criminal!"

All eyes were on you as you struggled to speak. Your brother pleading you not to choose one and everyone else who couldn't care less.

" Don't worry (B/N)! I'll take care of your big sister!" Eren said in a cheerful voice as you turned to him.

"R-really?"

" Of course!"

" (Y/N) please! I don't want them to see you as a criminal!"

Looking down at your brother with tears staining his face you looked up and with a sigh....

" Fine I'll join."

~~ °•☆~~☆•°~~

It was the day of the expedition and you quickly changed in hopes in visiting your brother earlier. As you opened the door you were greeted by Eren.

" (Y/N) c'mon let's go see (B/N)!"

" Of course"

~~ mini flashback ~~

They lent you a horse and you quickly followed them. (B/N) was laughing and smiling at the green pasture and the beautiful flowers that were outside. A pain hit you in your head as you remembered that you guys have never been outside. It's always been in the basement and you smiled. Soon enough (b/n) will be able to play with other children. See the sun and live a normal life. You however may not be so lucky. You wanted to not be noticed and be that soldier that if you died they at least acknowledged your death and took care of (b/n). Eren however, wasn't going to allow that to happen. He quickly made an effort to befriend you and your brother.

"Wow big sister! Look what's that?" (B/n) pointed to a white flower with a red stain. Mentally cringing at the red, you smiled and cheerful spoke up.

" Why (B/N) It's a white rose."

" Then why does it have red?"

No hesitation needed as you looked at it.

" It's blood."

A small gasp escaped your brother but it wasn't because of the flower. Noticing the field of flowers some where red and some white, some both but the both were increasing in amounts. More blood was on them, but from what.

"(Y/N)!!" A voice was all you heard before the sound of speeding horses broke you out of your trance.

Taking off a sweater you wore you tied it around yourself and (B/N). Kicking the horse and gaining speed you safely ran from the clutches of the titan. Problem was..the fact that it wasn't the only titan there. One quickly made its way to you and as fear began piling up you couldn't hear a thing except the cries of (B/N).

The sound of gas and wires broke you out from that prolonged trance and Eren made work of the titans. Killing them both he got back on his horse and rode to your side.

" (Y/N)! Are you okay?? (B/N) what about you??"

You could hear anything but that all changed when you felt the warmth of another person. Eren to specify. Eren hugged you in attempts to calm the both of you. You directed your eyes to Eren and hugged him back.

" Don't worry I'll protect you! For you I'll do anything!" Eren smiled but the thoughts behind the smile weren't anything to smile about.

You were assigned living quarters and (b/n) would be living with with your grandmother who survived the attack. Your grandmother was in top shape heck she was 47 years old. She too cried for you and pleaded for you to not join the survey corps but in order to ensure their future you need to.

Being placed in the same squad as Eren wasn't bad but he kept trying to learn everything about you. You didn't mind as you already told him your backstory. Walking with Eren to your grandmother's house silence loomed the both of you for a second.

" Hey (Y/N)?"

"Hm"

" If I were a monster would you still treat me the same?"

" Of course. You saved me multiple times and I'll return the favor. Eren you are my best friend. Of course I'll treat you the same." Sending him a reassuring smile you saw the bright pink tint his cheeks and a slight pout on his face.

Upon arriving at your grandmother's house you smiled and knocked the door only for it to be opened immediately and a little boy screaming.

" BIG SIS!!" (B/N) cheered and smiled brightly. He hugged you and soon ran to Eren.

" BIG BROTHER! You'll protect big sis today right?" (B/N), with worry laced in his words he looked up at Eren and gave the most sad look...Eren ruffled his hair and smiled " Of course!"

Simply smiling you laughed a little before reassuring your family that you would be safe. Walking out of the house you sighed and inhaled.

The smell of dew drops lingered and it was refreshing. A little memory flew through your mind as you smiled.

Loud, harsh thunder roared across the sky as you and (B/N) stayed hidden deep within the basement.

" Big sis I'm scared! That sound!"

(B/N) was clutching you and his ears for protection.

Safety hugging him back you led him to the farthest area of the basement where less noise resided. Simply humming him a lullaby was enough to make him sleep the night away, but the fear of a monster attacking was present and increasing with every passing second.

Riding your horse at full speed as you began making your way back. You killed 7 titans in this expedition and were able to get a village under safety as well.

The gate opened and into safety you entered. Luckily no one died which was great but more people were here...unfortunately he was here.

You're father.

The cheers and the distasteful comments were swirling into an inaudible tune. All you could see was the smirking face of that man. As your horse began inching closer he was sweeping through the crowd.

The horses stopped in a halt as your father began approaching you.

"(Y/N), look at how big you've gotten! Where's (B/N)? I presume he's alive. I can't wait to see him."

Those lies that left his mouth were like gasoline with fire, it fueled you. Before you could even open your mouth to curse this man, Eren beat you to it.

" LOWLY BASTARD! HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT WHEN IT'S YOUR FAULT THEY ALMOST DIED! YOUR SELFISH DESIRES ARE THE CAUSE OF EVERYTHING. YOU LEFT YOUR CHILDREN WHEN THEY NEED YOU THE MOST YOU BASTARD!"

Eren argued as your father only looked at him in pure anger.

" I supported my children, saved them and this is what I get? Talk about selfish."

"Big sis...?"

That timid voice broke you out of your mute trance as you turned horrified, to see your brothers frightful face.

" Ah (B/N)! Lovely seeing you too! I've missed you! Have you missed me too?"

" GET AWAY FROM HIM!" You rushed in to wrap your brother in a loving warm hug. Clutching him close to your chest you nuzzled him deep within your chest.

Your grandmother ran to protect the both of you, hearing the constant abuse and the crimes you both were forced to commit the strong sense of judgement turned into pure hatred for this man.

" What you have done to my grandkids is despicable. Don't you even think about saying another word to them."

Before anything serious broke out the words of an old familiar corporal broke out.

" Disturb a member of my squad and you will face the consequences, criminal."

Your father left and wasn't seen at all that day. It took a while to calm your brother but in the end he went out like a light and stayed cuddling to you like a teddy bear.

" What do you mean "My squad"?"

" Erwin is transferring you into my squad. However we have something more to discuss." Levi said as he opened the door to Erwin's office.

" Cadet (Y/N), sorry for the scene earlier."

" It wasn't your fault, but thank you."

" Now I have transferred you to Levi's squad and you will be in the inner walls undercover. You are allowed to take your family with you."

"Sir bu-"

" Your safety matters more. You are a skilled warrior and I'm sure you'll be fine but considering that both you and your family have a higher risk of being hurt and being forced into a crime we will make sure to transfer you into the inner wall."

You agreed to the choice and prepared to tell your grandmother and (B/N), but your talk did not go unnoticed by a certain someone.

The night was young as you walked to your grandmothers house. Upon arriving there you knocked and spoke up alerting them that it was you.

" (Y/N)? Why are you here so late?"

" Grandma I have something to say. They wish to transfer me to the inner walls and I need to take you with me."

" I have everything here (Y/N), besides (B/N) made some friends. To leave them behind is asking too much from him."

" I know grandma but...(B/N) and you have a higher risk of being attacked by him if you stay here any longer. Please consider it. If you do say yes, please be packed and ready to go early in the morning."

Hugging your grandma good bye and ruffling (b/n) messy hair gave a feeling of content and peace. Your plan was also heard by someone else, someone very close by.

" That brat is going to the inner walls. If I can also gain passage I'll expand the business all right?" A deep voice spoke out to a group of several more individuals.

" Alright man, we'll portal here don't worry. How are you going to get her to cooperate?"

" Fear is something that is easily created don't forget that."

That was the only word he spoke before his bloody body was found in the morning.

The news of your father hit you but didn't exactly affect you. You still were obliged to go and your family in the event that one of his "buddies" wanted pay back. Quickly packing, you made your way.

" (Y/N) are you leaving me?" A voice disrupted your thoughts as you looked behind you to see the lifeless eyes of Eren.

" Its orders Eren. I'm sorry, we can still communicate and you're one of my bes-"

" (Y/N). You can't. A guy does something special and nice only for it go unnoticed?"

The tone and the words all reminded you of him...

" Eren calm down. I don't need you telling me what to do. The safety of both me and my family are strong and I need to go."

" Remember what I said about doing anything for you?"

...

" Let's say a life paid the crime of attempted assault. I saved you."

Confusion shook your body as you failed to realize. A life? Who?

" W-Whose life did you take..?"

" Your father of course. His body covered in bruises and burn mark. After that I used a blade to slowly cut him. Every lie he told, every crime he committed, every tear that rolled on your cheek, he felt it with pain. You see (Y/N)..i love you. I desire you. Won't you be mine?"

" W-what...?"

"You see...your father planned on attacking you. He overheard what you were planning on doing, he was going to attack your grandma and (b/n). I did this for you. You need me to help you, I'll protect you, and I'll love you for life."

Sprinting you ran into the town only to hear the screams of the townsfolk.

"I-i just saw blood leading out of the alley way and i-i-i looked and saw I-i just can't!"

You rushed inside the alley was only to see the mutilated body of your father. Only his head, and limbs were there. The torso was gone...

Running to the house of your grandmother you stopped when you saw Eren standing in front of them.

" ah (y/n)! We were just talking about you! Remember when you told me you liked me? Well seems (b/n) said that was cool and your grandma likes that."

" W-wai-"

" Say yes and they both live."

Those horrid words came like a dark whisper and you swallowed your fear and pride and nodded your head. Leaving surprised and happy gasps, a silent tear rolled off your face.

A week since this toxic relationship and no one seeing the pleas you give. After your father was found dead it was then made clear that you weren't needed to be in the inner walls. Eren took that advantage and made sure he could be with you 24/7. One day with courage you asked a simple question.

" Why me?"

Eren smiled and looked out a window.

" (Y/N) I've always had a small crush on you. When you lived next to us I would see how strong you were and I always tried to impersonate you. Everytime Armin was being bullied I did what I could to help, but it wasn't enough. I could never be you. It wasn't until I found you living under a basement and it wasn't until you revealed to me what you've been going through. That's when I realized that deep down you wanted to cry and scream. You stayed strong for the sake of your family, but that was okay. That gave me confidence that I could protect you and maybe be loved by you. So here we are now. You don't have to fear anything and love me forev-"

" BUT I DON'T LOVE YOU EREN!"

The instant those words left your mouth you were pushed into the bed and your lips sealed by a passionate kiss. Leaving you no air you pounded upon his chest to allow you to breathe and moments later you got your request. Panting for air and saliva connecting your lips, Eren smiled at you and bent down to your ear. Lightly nibbling on it he trailed his bites onto your neck. Only pain was brought upon and your whimpers were hushed. Eren looked into your eyes and repeated.

" Remember I'll do anything for you...in return all I want is your love. After all....you'll soon come to love.

.ThE mOnStEr I'vE bEcOmE..

#yandere fanfiction #yandere #yandere aot #yandere attack on titan #attack on titan #yandere eren #eren x reader #eren #eren yaeger x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #eren yeager #yandere levi #levi aot #mikasa ackerman #armin attack on titan

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alterrune · 3 years ago

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Laurence Burnway: So, let me get this straight, you want to join The Trinity of Fate, just so that you can destroy the ColorStreak Battalion and the Toppat Clan.

Justin Gibbons: Kyle is throwing his life away with his Henry Stickmin OC’s and his game.

Nicolas Gibbons: Perhaps if we joined your organization, things would be easier this situation, GEOGRAM will also be a target now that they’re allied with them.

Laurence Burnway: See, that’s where the problem comes in. You two are the brothers of Kyle from the other side, do you even know if we can trust you?

Nicolas Gibbons: If we betrayed you and your group, our job will be harder, we some muscle at least.

Justin Gibbons: Please, for our brothers sake.

Laurence Burnway: … Give me a moment.

(Laurence speaks too Arase on the phone)

Laurence Burnway: Ok, Arase agreed to this, but I’ll have to put some countermeasures into you too.

Justin Gibbons: Wait what?

(Laurence pulls out a needle gun and injects something into Justin and Nicolas)

Nicolas Gibbons: What did you put into us?

Laurence Burnway: Napalm Chips, just entered your heart as I speak. It has a built in microphone that will track in what you say, and we’ll be monitoring your actions 24/7. If you attempt to backstab us or plot against us, the chip will detonate, and you will be burned from the inside out, it’ll be slow and painful death. Any attempted contact or surgical removal of the chip will also cause it to detonate.

Justin Gibbons: Is this really necessary?

Laurence Burnway: Like I said before, we don’t completely trust you. Even if you two do gain our trust, we won’t remove the chip no matter what.

Nicholas Gibbons: Ok, we’ll play it your way. Are we getting a group?

Laurence Burnway: I’ve talked it over with Arase, look at the screen behind me.

(The screen reveals a group of agents and operatives wearing black and red)

Laurence Burnway: These people right here are Operatives that once worked for the Agency I once operated in and other agents from the world government agencies such as the CIA, KGB, and MI6. These are the people that will work for you. Now all you need now is a name for your organization.

Justin Gibbons: How about, The Blackjacks?

Laurence Burnway: Very well. Today is the day you two and The BlackJacks join the Trinity of Fate. Welcome to the team.

(Laurence shakes hands with Justin and Nicolas)

Laurence Burnway: One more thing, if you do manage to remove the napalm chip or betray you, all members of The Blackjacks will be ordered to neutralize you two, don’t forget that.

Nicolas Gibbons: We won’t.

Laurence Burnway: Let me drop you two some wisdom. If all you care about climbing the ranks, you gotta be thinking one step ahead. But if you wanna look down from the top... it's the endgame that matters. Ruling the world don't mean shit if you lose it the next day. The Toppat Clan and GEOGRAM’s time won’t last long. 10 years from now, it’ll be Zulu Security Corp. that calls the shots. After all, we got a weapon like Justin and Nicolas on our side. They say if you love your kid, send them out to see the world. Wouldn’t you agree, boys?

New organization in The Trinity of Fate: The Blackjacks

[Note: Nicholas' last name isn't "Gibbons", it's "Zingone". Just thought I'd clear that up.]

M-My own BROTHERS?! You dumbasses, you just probably made the poorest decisions in your lives, and that's sayin' something, considering the amount of poor descisions you've made in the past!

Don't worry, Kyle. Once we strike the Heaven Incursion down, we'll slap some sense into your brothers the moment we can.

Thanks, for the kind words, Alter, I appreciate it. Whatever they have next for us, we can handle it.

#altering the outcome #ask irl!alterrune #ask the ato cast #the colorstreak battalion

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midnight-queery · 4 years ago

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Superwoman

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28476486/chapters/70718184

One second Kara was zooming through the weird light show the universe-jumping device always put on, eyes wide as she flashed through universe after universe on her way back to her own. The next second she blipped into existence right in the middle of an alien brawl and a giant purple fist hit her in the face. The next second? Nothing but darkness.

When Kara came to who knows how long later she was in the DEO, laid up in a hospital bed and with a familiar, worried pair of green eyes looking at her.

“Kara,” Lena sighed in relief. A moment later, however, she was glaring at her. “I know your journalism is very important to you, but you can’t get that close to an alien brawl.”

Kara stared at the dark-haired woman, blinking owlishly several times before finally opening her mouth to speak. “Lena, what-”

“Me? Lena? Pfft, I’m not Lena,” the person who was definitely Lena said defensively, her eyes looking anywhere but at Kara. “I’ll go get the doctor, you must have been hit harder than I thought.”

Just as Lena turned to go, Kara finally letting her eyes drop from Lena’s face to take in her outfit and physique and realizing that this Lena wasn’t her Lena, a commotion began in the control room. Lena turned towards the noise with wide, confused eyes, and after listening in Kara realized why: she was the one causing the commotion. Or rather, this Earth’s Kara was.

“That’s not me!” The other Kara yelled, running through the parting crowd of DEO agents and towards the med bay. “I saw,” she paused and gasped for breath and Kara felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, because if this Earth’s her was out of breath, and Lena was dressed like that, it could only mean one thing. “I saw you save her, on the news. And she’s not me, Superwoman.”

Lena turned to Kara with narrowed eyes, her brows scrunched together furiously, and Kara was fairly certain she was about to be laser beamed. She, however, had a much more pressing issue on her mind.

“Superwoman?!” Kara yelled, jolting to a seating position and pointing at Lena. “Superwoman? HOW? This didn’t make any sense in the first place and now you’re telling me you get to be Superwoman? And you even have pants already?!!” Kara was fuming, so angry the rest of whatever she was going to say was just a series of indignant and unintelligible sputters.

Lena looked taken aback at the blonde’s anger, and she took a few steps to the side so she was standing protectively in front of the other Kara.

Kara’s phone ringing cut off her attempts to form angry words from her angry spluttering and she yanked it out of her pocket, wishing she’d chosen to wear her suit instead of her civvies, discretion be darned. “What?”

“Kar? You good? I’m getting some weird readings from your suit,” Alex’s voice crackled through, broken up and staticky. Kara fiddled with the clunky device strapped to her phone and the yellow blinking light on it turned a steady green. “Kar? You there?” Alex’s voice was crystal clear now.

“Yeah, sorry. I had to adjust the turtle.” Kara’s focus was on her phone, though when a pale hand tried to snatch it away at super speed she easily evaded. “What the heck, Lena?”

“You’re communicating with Alex Danvers?” Lena hissed, her eyes actually beginning to glow blue. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Please tell me you didn’t blip into existence in the middle of one of Lena’s board meetings,” Alex said over the phone. “She was going to be pissed enough that we didn’t tell her you were going to another Earth!”

Lena’s eyes widened at that and she took a small step forward, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and concealing the searing red symbol of the House of El that stood out starkly against the mostly black super suit. “You really expect me to believe this Kara is from another Earth, and not some twisted clone you made, Alex?”

This Earth’s Kara rushed over and stopped beside Lena, her eyes wide. “You’re me from another Earth? A- and your Alex is good?”

Kara’s brow crinkled as she looked between the alternate her and super Lena (she was not going to call her Superwoman okay). “What do you mean, is my Alex good? Of course she’s good. Why wouldn’t she be?”

“Kara,” Lena said quietly, wide, concerned eyes trained on her Kara, whose chin was wobbling from the urge to cry.

“M- my Alex,” other Kara began softly, eyes trained on the floor. “She’s the head of an organization called CADMUS. She hates aliens to the point that it drove her insane. She’ll stop at nothing to kill Superwoman. She- she’s even used me against her a few times since she knows we’re friends.” Other Kara sniffled as Kara’s jaw dropped.

“Kara.” Alex’s voice sounded strained. “Please tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it does.”

“And what about Lex Luthor?” Kara asked, ignoring her sister.

“What about me?” Lex asked, strolling into view. He was wearing very familiar tactical gear. “I’m Lex Luthor, Director of the DEO, though it seems you already knew that. Care to explain how?” He narrowed his eyes at Kara, and she was astounded at how… normal he looked. The Lex in her universe had cold, dead eyes. This one’s eyes were hard, yes, and distrustful, but he stood close to his sister and the other Kara, almost… protectively? What was going on here?

“Oh Rao,” Kara breathed in realization. “Lena and I are switched in this universe. That’s why Lex is suddenly a good guy and Alex is, well, Lillian and Lex from my universe rolled into one.”

“What do you know of Rao?” Lena demanded, just as Alex asked, her voice sounding even more strained, “What do you mean you two are switched? And I am not Lillian and Lex rolled into one, Kara, you take that back or you are notgetting the last potsticker at game night ever again, I swear to god.”

“On my Earth I’m Supergirl,” Kara said, looking Lena dead in the eyes as she yanked her glasses off. The brightly colored suit materialized, and Kara had never been more thankful for the pants upgrade in her life. Being Supergirl was humiliating enough, but a skirt? Oof.

“Not Superwoman?” Other Kara asked curiously.

Kara grimaced at her human self. “Miss Grant wouldn’t budge on the name.” When she turned to Lena the woman’s eyebrows were furrowed.

“So you… grew up on Krypton, then? Like- like me?” Lena asked quietly, her voice vulnerable.

“Zhi,” Kara said quietly, her lips upturned in a small, sad smile. “I grew up Krypton, and I… I watched it explode right before my pod got stuck in the Phantom Zone.”

“Were you-”

“Awake?” Kara interrupted. Lena nodded, gulping. “Intermittently. It wasn’t…” Kara stopped and took a deep breath. “It was cold and dark and lonely and I thought for sure I’d be trapped there forever. Luckily for me, Aunt Astra needed a way to get Fort Rozz to Earth, and she was able to use my pod to do it.”

Lena and Lex exchanged a loaded look at the mention of Astra, and Kara had a feeling Lex had killed Lena’s aunt just as Alex had killed hers.

“Okay, weird as all this is,” Alex’s voice interjected, “The turtle currently has more charge than the device you’re using to get from universe to universe. At the rate the battery is draining you have two and half hours until you’ll be stuck in the universe you’re in right now, and you only have enough energy for one more jump. I think we need to call-”

“No!” Kara shouted, causing everyone gathered around her to jump. “No, Alex, you can’t call in Lena, she’ll be pissed that we didn’t call her in sooner and I’m really trying not to stress her out anymore than she has to be to run L-Corp. We can’t tell her I’m about to be stranded on an alternate Earth because I accidently broke the part of the jumper that controlled which Earth I land on! Maybe, uh, maybe this Lena can help!” Kara turned to super Lena with wide, desperate eyes. “Please tell me you’re as tech savvy here as you are on my Earth.”

“You do run a branch of LuthorCorp,” other Kara chipped in thoughtfully, “so you could probably help her. Me. Whatever, you get it.”

“I- wait, I’m not, what?” Lena spluttered, looking from her Kara, who apparently knew she was Superwoman, to the other Kara and back. “Oh Rao I didn’t correct her earlier! Lex!” Lena glared at her brother for not catching the slip, and he held his hands up in surrender.

“I was as delightfully distracted as you, sister dear,” Lex said lazily. “Besides, we both know Miss Danvers, at least thisMiss Danvers, isn’t exactly a security risk.”

All of their heads turned to the phone in Kara’s hand when they suddenly heard the muffled sound of several voices, most panicked, before it went silent. Then, “Kara Zor-El Dan-” a familiar voice growled. Kara’s yelp cut them off.

“Oh Rao! Alex, I told you not to call Lena in!”

“She didn’t,” Lena’s voice answered smoothly. “And Director Danvers will pay for that later. Right now we are going to get you back to this Earth, and then you and I are going to have a long, long talk about what exactly determines need to know information, are we clear?”

“Yes,” Kara muttered, staring sulkily at her phone, her bottom lip jutting out.

“Kara darling, I can hear you pouting, and it’s not going to work,” Lena said wryly, though she at least sounded a bit amused instead of the previous rip roaring enraged.

Other Lena didn’t seem to have heard a word of the conversation as she was still staring dumbly at her human Kara, and she finally managed to blurt out: “How did you know I was Superwoman?”

“Did I just hear that Earth’s version of me call herself Superwoman?” Lena’s voice purred, and Kara could just see the smirk on her face.

“You told me you flew to CatCo on a bus,” human Kara said, grinning at a now-blushing Superwoman.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Lena groused over the phone. “There is no way I would ever say that. Do Kryptonians have special idiot genes?”

Human Kara gasped as super Lena and Kryptonian Kara winced. “You can’t be mean to Lena,” human Kara scolded. “Even if you are a Lena! It’s still not allowed!” She put her hands on her hips and glowered at the phone Kara was holding, which Kara instinctively cradled closer in case the other version of her got any ideas.

On the other end of the phone Kara was pretty sure she could hear Alex laughing. Her Lena mumbled something that could maybe pass as an apology before telling Kara to stay out of trouble while she made a retrieval device and hanging up.

“Why is your Lena so cranky?” Other Kara asked, her eyes narrowed as she stared her doppelganger down. “Did you do something stupid?”

“I did something brilliant, actually,” Kara replied, smirking to herself. Her audience didn’t get it at all, of course, but she still found it funny. “Now then, since my Lena is working on things, it looks like I’ll be here for a little while yet. What else is wacky?”

“How would we know?” Lena countered, arching her eyebrow.

“It’s not fair that you can still do the eyebrow thing and you get superpowers,” Kara grumbled. “Being a superhero was my thing, darn it! And in one of the universes I accidently landed in, you were also a reporter, but I wasn’t a CEO! And in another one we were both CEO’s but we’d met when you tried to buy out my company! It isn’t fair!” Kara’s lip jutted out and her puppy dog eyes were in full effect now, and Lena looked surprisingly contrite considering she really couldn’t control any of that. Other Kara just rolled her eyes.

“Oh whatever, Supergirl. Put away the pout and let’s go get potstickers while we wait for your ride home.”

And so it was, that half an hour later, full of (literally) otherworldly potstickers and having momentarily forgotten that a pissed off Lena was waiting for her, Kara was perched happily on a chair in the DEO conversing with this Lena in Kryptonese (while human Kara watched enviously), waiting for her phone to ring.

Only apparently her Lena was feeling dramatic because instead of her phone ringing the portal device beeped a brief warning before opening a swirling vortex of light in the middle of the control room and a moment later Lena strutted out, angry eyes finding Kara immediately and one eyebrow already arched dangerously. “Thanks to you I had to wear my heels an extra hour,” Lena said, her glare somehow intensifying.

With a small eep Kara sped over and gently scooped a willing Lena into her arms. “Sorry, baby.”

“My stomach isn’t the one you should be apologizing too,” Lena grumbled, turning her glare to her very obviously pregnant stomach (though the glare immediately melted into a soft, if exasperated, look). She looped her arms around Kara’s neck and let her head fall against her shoulder as her eyes wandered the astonished crowd. When her eyes fell on herself, decked out in a supersuit and looking both hopeful and afraid at this sudden development, she rolled her eyes. “I’m assuming my lovely wife neglected to mention the fact that in our universe we’re married?”

“Uh, yeah,” other Kara said, her rounded eyes not leaving Lena’s stomach.

“Wait so the reason you didn’t want to stress me, uh, her, anymore was because I, I mean she, is p-p-pregnant?” Super Lena stuttered.

“Oh my god,” human Kara breathed in realization. “That why when I asked if your Lena was cranky cuz you did something stupid you said you’d actually done something brilliant and had that weird smirk on your face! You meant you did her!”

Super Lena choked on air at that one, and Kara’s wife gave her an exasperated look. “Really, babe?”

“Is it not true?” Kara counted, smirking at her wife for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head. “I am sorry for not telling you I was aimlessly universe hopping. I was just worried.”

Lena sighed and nuzzled into Kara’s neck. “I know. We’re still talking about this little incident later, though.”

“Where are the rings, if I may ask?” Lex queried, a strange look on his face.

Lena flinched at the sound of his voice and burrowed impossibly closer to Kara as she turned her wary gaze to her not-brother. Silently, she held up one hand, her ring glinting in the light. Kara, meanwhile, shot a significant glance to her own wrist, where a matching bracelet could be seen peeking out of the sleeve of her suit.

“How did I not notice that?” Super Lena whispered to herself, eyes now caught on the bracelet. She only managed to pull her gaze away when she realized her favorite heartbeat (her Kara’s) was pounding especially hard, and she chanced a glance over to see what could only be a look of longing on Kara’s face.

“Go for it,” Lena encouraged, happily going back to ignoring Lex’s existence and closing her eyes. “Also we’re going home now. I need a foot rub. And a nap.” A massive yawn punctuated her statement and Kara gave her an impossibly fond look before shooting her human self a wink and walking through the portal, her wife cradled safely in her arms.

#supercorp shorts #supercorp #supercorp fic #supercorp oneshot #kara danvers #lena luthor #universe jumping #alex danvers #lex luthor #poor superGIRL #supercorp crack

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crystalwillow · 4 years ago

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Forevermore

Pairing: Adrian Raines x Amy Brooks (MC)

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: Adrian has been doing a lot of think about making things permanent between Amy and himself. Ever since they met, it’s like almost as if she’s become his life force and reason for living. He loves her too much to let her go, the thought terrifies him. So, he makes a proposition. But will she take it? (At the point this is written, Amy is still human.)

Tags: @kinda-iconic @adrianadmirer @sophxwithers @deansmyapplepie @rysandraines

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It’s been 5 years now since Amy Brooks started working for Adrian Raines as his PA, and honestly? She’s loved every second. From the thrill of constantly being on the run from the danger his world brings for a whole year, to their last minute rendezvous moments on the rooftop of Raines Corp. she’s enjoyed every second. She wouldn’t change it for the world, and nor would he. Which is exactly what’s lead them to where they’re situated currently. In his bed, tangled in bedsheets as the cool spring breeze blows over them through opened air vents with the sun peeking just below the horizon, signaling that a new day would be beginning for them soon. As she turned to face Adrian, she found his beautiful greyish-blue eyes shining back at her as he smiled softly.

“Hey.” he whispers as he brings his hand to rest on her hip, their lower limbs tangled.

“Hey.” she whispers back, matching his smile.

The pair stayed like this for a while as Amy snuggled to Adrian’s chest, basking in his warmth and the smell of his cologne, it felt like home and it made her happy.

“We should get up soon.” he murmurs, breaking the silence between them as he traces patterns on her bare back.

“Mmm, do we have to?” she groans into his chest. “Can we not just stay here?”

Adrian gives a soft chuckle and presses a chaste kiss to her forehead. “As much as I’d also love for that to be an option, I do have meetings to attend.”

Amy shuffles so that she’s perched on her elbows, looking up at him wearing her best pout. “Please, Adrian. I don’t wanna move.”

“I know. I don’t either, this right here is perfect. But… Unfortunately, these meetings are important and cannot be missed.” he explains, shooting her a sad smile. “I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”

She considers him for a moment before giving him a skeptical look “...and how would you do that?”

“I’d give you all your favourite foods and watch whatever you want to watch on the television with you, the moment we get back.”

“Hmmmm.” Amy ponders, giving it some thought. “Okay,” she nods. “You have yourself a deal. Mr Raines.”

“A pleasure doing business with you, Miss Brooks.”

They shake hands before bursting out into a fit of giggles, Adrian pulling himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to shower now. Are you joining me today?”

“Mhm. Just call me once the water’s ready.”

“Alright.” he smiles, leaning back and sharing a brief kiss before reluctantly pulling away and slumping somewhat tiredly to the bathroom.

As she waits in bed, Amy decides to raid his kitchen for ingredients to make pancakes after they get out of the shower. Finding everything she needs, she groups it together on the kitchen countertop and makes her way back to the bedroom, climbing back into bed. It’s only a couple of minutes later Adrian is calling out that the waters read and he’s now getting in the shower.

“Coming!” Amy replies with a smile, clambering out of the sheets and entering the bathroom.

About an hour later the pair emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in towels and around each other.

“Are you okay?” Amy asks Adrian as he kisses behind her earlobe delicately.

“Mmhm.” he hums happily in response.

“You’re being more clingy than usual. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

“Everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?” he asks in return.

“No reason,” Amy shrugs. “I’m just not used to you being extra clingy when we aren’t in the face of danger.”

“Still?” he teases, “It’s been 4 years, my love.”

Amy gives a chuckle. “Doesn’t mean I’m used to it.”

They spend a few more moments cuddling as Amy moves and sets out their clothes, then reluctantly, Adrian peels himself away from her long enough the pair can get dressed and have breakfast.

On their way into Raines Corp, they walk hand-in-hand sharing a comfortable silence, save for the moment Amy inquires as to why an owl is Adrian’s favourite animal.

“Because they’re like me! Soft and adorable to anyone. Scary and demonic to anyone who pisses me off.” he explained to which Amy laughed and gave a good natured eye roll before they let go of each other's hands, entering the building.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” Adrian asks as they step into his private elevator and get whisked up to their floor. When they emerge, they’re all serious business. A random passerby wouldn’t even guess they’ve been dating seriously for 4 years.

“...and then to round off the day, you have a meeting with The Council about the strange goings on in Japan.” Amy finishes as they stop at her desk.

“Thank you, Miss Brooks.” Adrian nods with a grateful smile.

“No problem. I’m literally just doing what I’m paid to do.” she salutes. “Speaking of which. I should get you your coffee. We would want deals falling through because you’re being a grouch now, would we?”

Adrian shakes his head bemusedly as he lets out a chuckle. “What would I do without you?” he asks, checking their surroundings before leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips.

“Mr Raines!” she exclaims, “I don’t think it’s workplace policy to be randomly kissing your employees.”

“Mmm? I don’t kiss them all. Just one.” he grins, then heads into his office and with a final wave, closes the door behind him.

Their work day seems to drag on forever with them only having enough time to say a quick hello between Adrian moving between his office and different conference rooms around he building. It always baffled her as to why he didn’t just use the one adjoined to his office all the time when it was nights they were working. After completing all her work 3 hours early, she entered Adrian’s office, taking his pens from the pot and stacking them with careful precision. Once she’d used all of those she rummaged through his drawers until she found a box full.

“AH HA!” she exclaimed to herself as she settled back in his plush office chair, concentrating to see how tall she could make her tower.

An hour and a half later, Amy was placing the final pen at the top of her tower when a voice sounded from the doorway.

“Ahem, Miss Brooks.” Adrian announces with a bemused smirk on his face.

“AH! FU-” she exclaims knocking all her hard work to the ground. “Adriaaaannn.” she whines, stomping her foot on his desk. “You ruined the towerrr.”

“Can I help you down?” he asks, stopping in front of his desk and extending a hand.

After a few silent moments of consideration, Amy grumpily placed her hand in his and he helped her down. “Why are you in my office, when you have work to do?” he asks, getting to work on picking up the pens from the floor.

“I’ve finished my work.” she pouts nervously.

“Already?” He asks with surprise.

Amy nods as he looks over at her. “I… I can sh-show you. If you do-don’t b-belive me.” she stutters.

“No. I believe you. You’re one of my most trustworthy employees.”

“I- I am?”

“Yep. Now, if you wouldn’t mind…” he says with a raised brow, pointing to all of the pens on the floor.

“Oh! Right.” she smiles, getting down on the floor, picking them up with him.

Later that day as the sun started to rise they re-entered their apartment, Adrian pulling Amy into a hug almost immediately after shrugging his jacket and shirt off, placing his shoes in the shoe rack on the wall by the door.

“Mmmm, so warm.” he hums appreciatively, “I’ve missed this.”

“Missed what?” Amy asks, feigning misunderstanding.

“Your body against mine. Our hugs. They’re the best hugs.”

“Really?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Amy spins to face him, wrapping her arms around him as she melts into his chest, she lets out a content sigh. “You’re right. They’re pretty awesome.”

“I’m always right. Well… Mostly.” Adrian says

The pair share a chuckle before Adrian gives Amy’s butt a soft tap as he yawns into her shoulder. “I think we should get some sleep.”

“Physically tired huh, Mr Raines?” Amy quips in question.

“I am, Miss Brooks. So do an old man a favour and come to bed.”

“What if I don’t want you to go to bed yet?”

Amy lets out a surprised yelp as Adrian picks her up and puts her over his shoulder, carrying her to their bedroom. Once inside, he kicks the door shut and sets her on the floor. Before she knows it, Amy is in her comfiest pyjamas and watches Adrian change into a pair of lounge pants. Once both of them are ready for bed, they climb in under the covers.

“This is so unlike you.” Amy comments quietly

“What is?” Adrian asks with a slight frown

“Getting into bed without having a shower.”

“Yeah, well… I’m too tired to stand any longer and I’m low on energy.”

He turns on his side facing Amy, she turns her back to him and shuffles back into his embrace.

“Mmmm, cosy.” Amy smiles.

“I should hope so.” Adrian chuckles in response, “Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight.”

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As the next few days passed, Adrian seemed the busiest he had been for a while. He was barely in his office and he was constantly clocking out to go to meetings outside of work. For a while Amy started to think that maybe he was cheating but she quashed that thought, Adrian loved her and had been loyal to her for 4 years, he wouldn’t start cheating now if it’s something he wanted to do. No, there had to be another explanation.

One night as Amy lounged at home waiting for Adrian to get back from work, her phone screen lit up on the bale in front of her. When she saw who it was, her heart dropped.

“Adrian? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. I just… could you come back to the office please? I need your help with something. It’s really baffling me.”

“Oh! Of course. Just give me a few minutes to freshen up and I’ll be there within the hour.”

“Great. Thank you, Amy.”

“No problem. I am your PA after all.”

No more than 58 minutes later Amy is knocking frantically on the door of Adrian’s office.

“It’s open!” his voice calls out.

When she steps inside her mouth drops open. “W-what’s this?” she stutters, looking around at the office lit by candle light and the table set for 2 with steaming hot plates of food.

“Please, take a seat.” Adrian says, pulling out her chair.

Hesitantly, Amy walks over and takes her seat and looks at the table as Adrian tucks her in. After joining her in the opposite seat, chuckling at her expression. “You seem surprised.”

“I- I am. When did you…” she trails off looking around in awe.

“Have time to do all this?”

Amy nods.

“After work hours of course.”

“So that’s why you were so desperate for me to go home?”

“...yes. It- It was.”

Amy smiles but it falters when she sees how nervous Adrian is. “Is something the matter?”

“Hm? … No. Well, yes. Maybe. I don’t know.” he shrugs.

“There’s a reason for this dinner isn’t there? Beyond just wanting to be the amazing boyfriend you are.”

Adrian shoots her a nervous yet grateful smile. “There is. I um… have been doing a lot of thinking lately.”

“You’re always thinking.” Amy chuckles quietly, trying to lighten the mood.

“No, about us.”

“Oh. Is… Is everything okay? Have I done something to upset you?”

“No! No, it's nothing like that,” Adrian reassures “I’ve been thinking about our lives and how if you stay human our time together is heading towards an inevitable end.

“Adrian I- wait… if I stay human?”

“The reason behind this dinner. I’ve spoken to your parents and they’re okay with it now. But whether I do this.” he takes a nervous inhale, taking her hand in his over the table, speaking his next words shakily. “Amy… with your permission, I would like to turn you. So we can be together forever.”

Amy sits in shocked silence for a long while as tears of mixed emotions well up in her eyes. “You.. you want to.. Turn me? Into… a- a vampire?”

Adrian nods, his own eyes now as teary as hers.

“Adrian I…” she hesitates. “Adrian… you know that I love you. And that I would do pretty much anything and everything to see you happy. But this… this is a big ask. A bigger decision to make. I can’t just say yes or no at the drop of a hat.”

“And I understand that.” he nods insistently. “I do. And I'm willing to wait for an answer. As long as you need to think it over and decide, I’ll wait. It’s not going to change how I feel about you.”

“Do you mean that though. I’ve heard similar things before, but it did change how those people felt about me.”

“I’m not those people, I’m me and I love you. Whether you’re human or vampire or… or a fish! I’ll always love you as you are. Because to me, you’re perfect and that’s all that matters.”

A silence fills the air as Amy looks at their hands as silent tears stream down their cheeks. Each for a different reason.

Eventually, Amy gives Adrian’s hand a reassuring squeeze, mustering up the bravest smile she can manage. “I… I’ll think about it. I promise.” she nods, voice quiet and higher pitched from the tears.

“Thank you,” Adrian sighs with a soft smile, shoulders sagging in relief. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

“Hey. I love you. And I admire you for asking. It’s a big ask.”

Adrian nods in agreement, the silence hanging between them for a moment longer.

“Let’s finish dinner, shall we?” Adrian asks, wiping the leftover tears from his face, handing Amy some tissues to do the same.

“Yeah.. I am.. Actually hungry.”

The pair chuckle and clink their wine glasses, settling into less serious and more comfortable conversation, Adrian smiling at his love fondly. No matter what her answer turns out to be, he knows he will love her deeply.

Forevermore.

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ladyonfire28 · 5 years ago

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My French music Masterpost

So since half of the population is in quarantine right now I thought I could make a list of some french/ french speaking artists and songs that I listen to and that you could also discover since we all have time to kill.

Obviously I cannot put every single artist and song I know and listen to so it’ll be a bit of mix of my favorite albums/ artists of the past few years but also what i’m listening at the moment !

Pop/ R&B

Angèle

She’s a 23 year old Belgian singer. Her first album was a HUGE hit last year and she got 5 news songs out in November too. She’s also been dating a woman for a few months.

I would recommend to listen to her whole album Brol , it’s quite a bop. Also there are two songs about wlw relationship called « Ta Reine » and « Tu me regardes ». That last song was a kind of coming out song btw, we were all freaking out when we listened to it the first time lmao.

Favorite songs: Les matins, Flemme, Flou, Nombreux, Ta reine, Tu me regardes, J’entends

Clara Luciani

She’s a 27 year old French artist. 2019 was truly her year. She’s has an incredible voice and I just love her energy. She’s an amazing songwriter too. Her first album is called Sainte Victoire.

Favorite songs: La grenade, Les fleurs, On ne meurt pas d’amour, Drôle d’époque, Nue, Dors, Ma Soeur, Bovary.

Christine and the Queens

I think a lot of you know her already. She’s also a queer and pansexual artist. I have to say I really LOVED her first album Chaleur Humaine, one of the best albums of the past decade, but I didn’t love as much her second album (Chris) or her new EP (La vita nuova). I mean they’re good, but her first album was really something else. And it’s also just my opinion !

Favorite songs : iT (it’s in English though), Saint Claude, Science Fiction, Half Ladies, Paradis Perdus, Chaleur Humaine, Nuit 17 à 52, Intranquilité, Amazoniaque, Jonathan, La marcheuse, L’étranger

Therapie TAXI

This is a pretty fun band, their first album has been quite popular. They’re pretty unique and sometimes their songs and lyrics are let’s say... bold lmao. I haven’t listen to all their songs though, there’s like 25 songs in their first album and 15 in their second aha. But they also have so many bops.

Favorite songs: Hit Sale, J’en ai marre, Salop(e), Avec ta zouz

Aya Nakamura

Aya is now a r&b/pop superstar here in France and even in other countries in Europe. She’s 25 and you can hear her songs in every night club and party here. Can’t say her lyrics are very elaborated but her songs are real bops and the best to dance to in your room lmao

Favorite songs: Djadja, La dot, Pompom, Copines, Pookie, Sucette, 40%, Comportement

Lous and the Yakuza

She’s a 23 year old belgian artist. She only has 3 songs out for now, but i’ve been pretty obsessed with them. Her lyrics are pretty great too (and she’s SO beautiful omg).

Favorite songs : Dilemme, Tout est gore, Solo

Yseult

Yseult is a 24 year old french singer/songwriter. She’s has a beautiful voice and the beats are also great. I haven’t listened to all her songs though, I only heard her new EP Noir which is great.

Favorite songs: Corps, Nos souvenirs, Noir, 5H

Indie/electro rock/folk :

Pomme

Pomme is very famous in the LGBTQ community in France, but i haven’t listened much to her songs (yet). She’s a 24 year old french and lesbian singer songwriter. Her songs talk about love, anxiety, and even death. She has a such beautiful voice too.

Favorite songs: On brûlera, A peu près, Anxiété, Je sais pas danser

The Dø

The Dø are a finnish/french duo and also one of my favorite band (they sing in english though). They made of of my favorite albums of the last decade, Shake Shook Shaken, which came out in 2014. Their first albums sounded more folk/indie rock, but their third album is much more electro. And the album is about the break up of the lead singer, Olivia Merilahti, and the musician, Dan Levy. One of my favorite song of all time is in their second album Both Ways Open Jaws and is called Too Insistent.

Favorite songs: On my shoulders, Too Insistent, Sparks, Despair Hangover & Ecstasy, Opposite Ways, Anita No!, Nature Will Remain.

Izia

Izia is a singer but also an actress, you may know her from La Belle Saison, Samba, or Un peuple et son roi. I listened a lot to her third album La vague, that was released in 2015. it’s much more electro that what she used to do before. Her two first albums were much more rock albums. She’s got a new album out but i haven’t listen to it yet.

Favorite songs: Hey, La vague, You, Les ennuis, Bridges, Tomber

Mansfield.YTA

The band is composed of 2 women, Julia Lanoë et Carla Pallone. Julia is in other bands/ projects such as Sexy Sushi and Kompromat. Unlike those two last bands that are very electro, Mansfield is something more nuanced. It sounds more like indie folk and mixes different style. You can hear electric instruments but also violin, harmonium, piano etc. And it’s pretty melodramatic. They sing in french and english.

Favorite songs: Et demain déja, Pour oublier je dors, Mon amoureuse, Gilbert De Clerc

Electro :

Stromae

You might have heard of that Belgian guy. His album Racine Carré (released in 2013) is too me the best of the decade and his song “Papaoutai” was a huge hit in Europe. He’s a pure genius. His lyrics are super deep and usually quite dark but he makes incredible beats that are very electro. If his second album is definitely his most popular album, his first one Cheese, was also so so great and his first single “Alors on Danse” was a huge hit (Kanye West did a remix of it). He also directed Billie Eilish’s “Hostage” music video. That dude is just incredible. But after his huge success his did a burn out and his mental health got very bad. He stopped making music since then.

Favorite songs: Peace or Violence, Alors on danse, Dodo, Je Cours, House’llelujah, papaoutai, bâtard, ave cesaria, tous les mêmes, formidable humain à l’eau, sommeil

Rap :

I have to say i’ve been listening to a lot of french rap this past couple of years so i won’t list all the rappers i listen to, especially since i’m pretty sure most of you aren’t interested in rap. But I still have to list some of them that have been very popular recently. France has a huge and very diverse rap culture.

Fauve

Actually that collective is actually not a rap band at all. They do more like spoken word songs but didn’t where also to put them lol. The band broke up 5 years but I still listen to them a lot today. It’s one of my fav band too. Their lyrics are really well written and beautiful. It usually talks about the “youth malaise” and their frustrations, heartbreaks and anger etc. They made 1 EP et 2 LP.

Favorite songs: Blizzard, Cock Music Smart Music, Nuits Fauves, Haut les Coeurs, Rub a Dub, Voyous, Infirmière, Vieux frères, Lettre à Zoé, Paraffine, Tallulah, T.R.W, Les Hautes Lumières

Meryl

Meryl is a 24 year old french martinican rapper. Before making her own music she used to write and compose melodies for other famous french rappers. She’s very influenced by her roots and and she also sings some of her songs in creole. I love how different and diverse her music is.

Favorite songs: Coucou, AH LALA, Béni, Désolé, La brume

Aloïse Sauvage

Aloïse is a multi talented french singer/ actress/ dancer. She released her first EP in 2019 called Jimy and her very first album Dévorantes was released in February 2020. She’s definitely a queer artist (99% sure she’s lesbian but she’s never confirmed it so anyway + her little sister is 100% a lesbian aha) and she talks about lgbtq issues in some of her songs, but also about her own issues and all. Her lyrics are beautifully written. And she’s also a ray of sunshine so there’s nothing to dislike about her haha.

Favorite songs: Dévorantes, Si on s’aime, A l’horizontale, Et cette tristesse, Jimy, Présentement, L’orage

Roméo Elvis

Roméo isn’t french but belgian. He’s the big brother of Angèle. I actually knew about her because of him. He’s less known than her now obviously but he’s still quite popular. His rap is pretty soft and chill. I preferred his collaborations with Le Motel (who was his producer) more than his “solo” album but he still got some good songs on his last album.

Favorite songs: Morale, Nappeux, Drôle de question, Bébé aime la drogue, J’ai vu (feat. Angèle), Lenita, Chocolat, Normal, Dis-moi

Lomepal

Lomepal is a french rapper. He’s known for writing songs that are pretty elaborated with chill and melodic beats. I also call is rap “soft”. He usually talks about his loneliness and insecurities

Favorite songs: 70, Yeux disent, Club, Trop beaux, 1000°C, X-Men, Plus de larmes

PNL

PNL is the most popular cloud rap band of the past few of years. They’re two brothers NOS and Ademo and they’re famous for using vocoder when they rap. Like a lot of vocoder lol. But they’re also very known for working with some of the best beat makers in the industry. If the way they rap is sometimes pretty hard, their beats are very chill and cool. In their songs they talk a lot of their life as dealers in the french banlieue, their struggles, how tough their lives were but also how their lives today isn’t set and how they’re not necessarily happier today. Their third album “Dans la légende” was a huuuuge hit in France, and their latest album “Deux frères” just as much if not more.

Favorite songs: Recherche du bonheur, DA, Dans la légende, Luz de Luna, Humain, Bené, Jusqu’au dernier gramme, Blanka, A l’ammoniaque, Shenmue, Menace, Déconnecté, La misère est si belle

Other songs that I listen to at the moment :

“Le temps est bon” - Bon Entendeur (electro)

“De mon âme à ton âme” - Kompromat (electro)

“Reste” - Maitre Gims feat Sting (pop)

“Les méchants” - Heuss l’enfoiré (rap)

“C’est plus l’heure” - Franglish feat Dadju, Vegeta (r&b)

“De l’autre côté”- Ninho feat Nekfeu (rap)

“Blanche” - Maes (rap)

“La complainte du soleil” - Laura Cahen (from I Lost My Body OST)

Some french speaking “classic” songs that I listen to and that you probably don’t know (from the 50′s to 00′s) :

“Une valse à mille temps” - Jacques Brel

“La foule” - Edith Piaf

“Chanson pour l’auvergnat” - Georges Brassens

“Je t’aimais, je t’aime et je t’aimerai” - Francis Cabrel

“Ma préférence” - Julien Clerc

“La nuit je mens” - Alain Bashung

“Foule sentimentale” - Alain Souchon

“Mistral gagnant” - Renaud

“Sensualité” - Axelle Red

“Manhattan Kaboul” - Renaud feat. Axelle Red

“Onde sensuelle” - M

“Et dans 150 ans” - Raphaël

“A la faveur de l’automne” - Tété

“L’aventurier” - Indochine

French LGBTQ+ artists

This past few years a few lgbtq artists have blown up here and like 4 lesbian artists have been nominated for best new artist this year at the french grammy award called Victoire de la musique (and one of them one the award, Pomme). Unfortunately i’m not very good at discovering new artists so i’m quite late and i haven’t been able to listen to a lot of them. But if you want to discover them yourself here are few lgbtq artists:

Already mentioned: Angèle, Pomme, Julia Lanoë/ Rebekka Warrior (Sexy Sushi, Kompromat, Mansfield.YTA), Christine and the Queens, Aloïse Sauvage

More : Hoshi, Suzane, Eddy de Pretto, Safia Nolin (she’s from Quebec)

#this is a big ass post i'm so sorry omg #but you should have enough artists to discover for the next 45 days lmao #be aware : some songs on here are very bad lmao #but i love listening to bad music sometimes #aimee listens to music #up the baguette #french music #music #music masterpost

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kassies-take · 5 years ago

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It’s A Luthor’s Life

Summary: Lex Luthor knows everything. Everything besides what is in Lena Luthor’s penthouse.

A/n: I should really get to the requests before I start something new... Too late, I have to right it down before I forget it.

Warning: Isolation, Assurance

Lena Luthor x Reader

Word Count: 2270

After the whole Crisis thing, Lena Luthor hasn’t gotten a break. She went from powerful CEO of L-Corp to second in command to her deranged brother of LuthorCorp. She went from ‘oh I wouldn’t know I never stood behind a man’ to standing behind the worst man possible. She has lost everything she has built towards a good name for the Luthors, ever since the New World kickstarted. It doesn’t help that her own office is invaded and even her lab infested with her brother’s personal belongings and tech. Who the hell does Lex Luthor think he is?

There is at least still one place the former CEO could go to for sanctuary. Her own penthouse. Her home, which is actually ironic due to the fact that after she ran from letting her mother drown she hasn’t stopped running since. She had tried to make it work in Metropolis, in National City yet that all came back to bite her in the ass.

The penthouse that was once empty, dull, and colorless. A place she was rarely in before, is now the place she wants to be in the most. Granted it was still empty, dull and colorless but it was at least free from the hands of the cold and dangerous would outside. She made sure it stayed that way.

Right now the safest place for Lena was in her penthouse. At the moment she was using that to her advantage, she did not want to be found. She was taking a well deserved bath with scented candles and aged wine. The fluttering lights, the warm bath and the beautiful wine was doing wonders on her mind. She could feel the weight on her shoulders disappear, that was until a deafening crash erupted in the silence of her own penthouse.

The brunette immediately dried herself off, wrapped herself tightly with a long white robe and put on some underwear. She did not need anyone to see her naked glory right now.

Every scenario the Luthor ran in her mind, did not prepare her to find a young adult. Not to mention a young adult, battered, bruised and bleeding from the obvious glass beneath them. How the “child” managed to get through the window wouldn’t have surprised her if she lived on the first floor, but she was living on the goddamn twenty-third floor.

The “odd” Luthor immediately looked to the sky as if expecting some alien creature to attack, or even kill, the groaning figure in front of her. Fifteen seconds, thirty, a minute goes by before the woman closes the broken window with a force shield.

Only then did the lively and noisy city below become muted, but the huffs and puffs amplified from the damaged stranger.

“No one can know I am here,” the stranger coughed out.

“You need a doctor.”

“I do n-” she was interrupted.

“You are bleeding out on my floor.”

“I’ve been through worse. Luthor assassinations and kidnaps from Cadmus.”

“Who are you?” ‘

“(Y/n) Luthor. CEO of L-Corp and probably paralyzed now.”

That was all the older, got. Another Earth or possibly another odd one out. That was impossible, even if this dying stranger was the product of another Lionel affair there was no L-Corp. The business woman’s thoughts were interrupted when she spotted a light blue glow in a bottle like cylinder.

Curious a Luthor will ever be, she took it from the unconscious person in front of her. Her curiosity would’ve been better if she did not press the button on the bottom or the top whichever it was. Lena screamed at the expansion of the clear glass. The curiosity did not kill the cat yet, the Luthor’s eyes shined at the hologram controls of what now seemed to be a healing chamber.

A small glance was given to the other supposed Luthor, and she was compelled to help. She first deactivated the healing chamber and opened her closet door. Like her office, she had a safe room in her home and activated the chamber in a lead-lined room. She placed the (h/c) haired in the chamber. As it sealed shut the same hologram appeared with settings, though the technology seemed to complete the setting on it’s own.

The tank slowly filled with a light blue liquid, a breathing apparatus placed on their nose and mouth When the tank was completely full, a holographic gauge appeared on the glass. The level of healing measured, and by the looks of it, it seemed as if they would be in the chamber for a while as different machines were being indicated to be needed for a faster recovery. But because the technology was not existent at the moment the recovery would take longer than it usually would but a lot faster than in medical innovations set in this time.

Lena had been checking on the mysterious stranger daily for six weeks. There was some familiarity to you. Someone she couldn’t bare to face at the moment.

What she didn’t know was that that familiarity was the truth.

In 2043, a year before the heroic sacrifice you had convinced Stephanie Olsen-Danvers to use an image inducer to change spots with her. Lena didn’t allow you to be a field agent but that’s all you wanted to be with your two older brothers, Liam and Lucas, (twins) flying around. Your powers had not yet manifested and you wanted to see if they would activate during the field, Stephanie was better at all the businesswoman stuff anyways. You got your wish, but the cost was Stephanie’s life, an assassination attempt was successful. You watched as your brothers and your parents grieved, and so long you were wearing the image inducer, Stephanie would still be wearing your face. You stayed with Dansen that night, they were sad they lost their favorite niece and they knew “you” would’ve been worse because you and Stephanie were close. There was family therapy before the funeral with Kara, Lena, Liam, Lucas, Alex, Kelly and “Stephanie”. You bursted into tears the moment the session started and refused to accept comfort. You reached up to deactivate the image inducer while mumbling the word sorry repetitively.

Gasps and sighs of relief mixed in the room.

“I’m so sorry, I co-convinced her to sw-switch places with m-me. I wanted a b-break from L-Corp and she h-helped me. I didn’t know. I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”

Dansen were both furious. Alex more than Kelly. Kelly knew you didn’t know, she knows you would take it all back if you could, and that Stephanie would have felt the same guilt if you had truly died and she couldn’t have made the choice to save you. Alex argued with Kara, Lena and Kelly any chance she got, she refused to even speak to you unless they were on missions.Your brothers were torn, they were relieved you were alive but devastated Steph was gone.

Then the inevitable happened. While Superfriends went ballistic on each other another attack was made. A threat far worse than murder but genocide. A massive nuclear bomb was set to blow all of National City and neighboring counties. Alex, Brainy, J’onn and Nia set to the MedBay, Kara and Lucas under sun lamps due to Kryptonite radiation and Liam left to tell everyone of the tragic news. Liam had gotten everyone to safety when the aftershock shook, Kryptonian DNA had mutated, during this generation of Supers to absorb explosions. You and Liam were supposed to absorb it together after Kara and Lucas were infected by a Kryptonite gas in another room. But you took the blow yourself.

In the last seconds you remembered Sara’s time portal watch and used it to diffuse the bomb. Most of the explosion happened in the upper atmosphere of a different time while small chain reaction bombs reached National City. You were supposed to die, and yet here you were in your mother’s old penthouse.

Your healing was nearly complete when Lena moved to the kitchen to make herself some tea. Kara landed right outside.

“Let me guess you’re here once again to tell me not to forgive you. Or maybe that I shouldn’t work with my brother?” She had to keep up her act, it was hard but she had to.

“Not this time. I realized I made a mistake in hiding my identity from you for so long but the past is the past, and I can’t change it. Forgive me or not that’s your choice. Just like it’s your choice to work with Lex. I’m done blaming myself for your bad decisions.” The last line hit Lena like a bus.

“Then why are you here?” Lena asked emotionless.

“To tell you that from now on, you’re accountable for your own actions. If you decide to forgive me, I will be there for you. But if you continue to work with Lex... If you go through with whatever it is the two of you are planning, I will do everything in my power to stop you... just like I would any other villain.” Lena didn’t want to be the villain, she was never the villain but this is the only way.

Lena left the tea untouched and marched towards her closet. The healing liquid fully drained as your eyes shot open. You pressed on the glass to open it as Lena stood watching.

“What she is not telling you is that she saw possible outcomes in which she told you she was supergirl earlier than Lex.” You began to change settings on the chamber.

“How do you know?”

“You can say that where I’m from, we’re close. But every situation in which she tells you there was always a worse outcome. So when would it have been a good time for her to tell you?” You turned to face Lena once you clasped the chamber into pocket size.

“Before Reign became all World Killer like.”

“Ehh....” you sighed before walking towards Lena’s kitchen.

“It was the right time in our friendship for her to have told me.” She followed after.

“You end up defeating Reign without Kryptonite, but it costed your life and Kara was not willing to live a life without you.”

“Well then maybe right from the start.”

You froze and looked up from the teapot.

“What, we would be able to have worked together. A super and a Luthor. We would be unstoppable.”

“Unstoppable until you get kidnapped, and Kara reveals her identity to the world to save you. But that information would be used to target all of your friends and they will all end up dead.”

“She wouldn’t reveal her identity for me.”

“You underestimate how much you actually mean to her. And before you say you’d be better off without Kara in your life, you are so wrong. Kara, time and time again, despite keeping a big secret from you has always been your number one supporter. The sole reason you haven’t turned evil was due to the fact that Kara Danvers always had your back.”

“How can you possibly know that! You don’t know that I’ve been betrayed by everyone in my life, by the ones I love the most!”

“Well it certainly won’t be betrayal if it’s by an enemy.”

Lena glared at the true statement.

“I let her in! While she was shutting me out!” Lena’s eyes began to tear.

“There are even certain things you have to keep to yourself. But you can’t do it alone. Humans, Kryptonians even Martians, we all need someone there with us, otherwise we will be nothing. Luthors especially.”

“You’re. You’re my daughter aren’t you.” The older walked towards you.

Your eyes watered behind the red and Lena cupped your face. “I know what it’s like to lose everyone. I know what it’s like to buy into my demons. But if it’s anything you taught me, is that you can still be who you are despite what everyone thinks.”

“So I can’t tell you what to do, I mean that would just mess with the timeline.” You and Lena chuckled. “But just know that everything will be okay for you. Obviously I was born.” You flipped your hair before you sniffed again.

“Why do I get a sense that it won’t be okay for you.”

“Because I killed my own cousin, I was selfish and I convinced her to be me. Luthors just can’t seem to get a break.”

“I agree with you on that. But you are my little secret so maybe you can help me with this Lex situation.”

“Huh,” you smiled.

“What?”

“My mom always told me that she didn’t stop Lex on her own. I always thought it was with Supergirl.”

“The past and the future can be surprising.” Lena smiled. “What was your name again?”

“Uh for the sake of the timeline, you can call me Miss Luthor. I hope you also know that that means I won’t tell you anything about the future.”

“Well Miss Luthor, I hope you know that you did not do a good job of hiding who you are.” Lena smiled at the House of El logo on your shoulder. “ A Luthor’s life is always going to have trouble, unless you have the House of El with you.”

“It’s a Luthor’s life. Well our part of the Luthors.”

“So I marry Kara? Do you have any siblings? Does Lex get what he deserves?”

“I said I can’t reveal anything more about the future.”

“How could you not want to ask questions? I am a Luthor afterall.”

#lena luthor x reader #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor imagines #lena luthor #lena luthor x daughter!reader #supercorp #supergirl #supergirl x reader #supergirl imagines #supergirl imagine #supergirl 100th episode

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writingpaperghost · 3 years ago

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There is a Me Who Can Become Strong (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4: An Operation Called Dash!

The newest Rider appears. He's a bit of a character, but aren't they all?

Yeah, so after some thinking, I never decided to change Kiriya. Also, Kiriya is very fun to write.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32857183/chapters/82153645

Emu looked through the file for his next patient. He still couldn’t believe that he’d lost his Gashat to Nico the day before. When he’d agreed to that wager with her… It wasn’t that he didn’t know she was skilled, even before remembering who she was, he just knew that she had to be. No, he’d just thought that he’d be able to win, having at least a few more days of experience as a Rider… She’d saved his life, but she’d also taken his Gashat. How was he supposed to fight Bugsters and help their patients now?

Emu tried to read the file again. Kiriya Kujo, it read, age six. Okay, sure, that was easy, he should be here any minute now. He was just going to go over some of the details again really quick before he gets here…

“Hey.” A voice that is definitely not that of a child’s says, prompting Emu to spin around and face the doorway. Standing there was a man in a red jacket, wearing an ugly red and yellow poppy printed shirt underneath. There’s a nervous man following behind him. The first man plops down on the examination bed.

“Sir, I have a patient soon,” Emu blinks, responding in a bewildered tone. It wasn’t like it was normal for someone to just walk in here.

The man responds perhaps a bit to gleefully, “Yeah, me,” He leans forward, throwing his arm around Emu’s shoulders, causing Emu to stiffen none to subtly. “Name’s Kiriya Kujo.”

There were several things spiraling around Emu’s brain at that moment. Most prominently, this man, Kiriya, was touching him. Just like touching him. And not stopping. Emu did not like that, but also didn’t exactly have a lot of room to move around. Second, and the one that Emu voiced was… “You’re not six.”

“Nope!” Kiriya nods cheerfully, “Listen, my friend here, he’s really sick and I think it’s right up your ally. You see, he’s got this little thing called Game Disease, you know what that is. I figure you can help.”

Finally, he pulled away, allowing Emu’s brain to work properly. He stares at Kiriya for a moment, wondering how to respond. “Well… I don’t exactly have my Gashat right now,” He said, “And shouldn’t you just take this to the CR as a whole?”

Kiriya claps him on the back of the shoulder, causing Emu to flinch, “Not to worry, Ace!” He declared, “I’ll get that Gashat back for you! You just worry about your new patient.”

---

Masamune Dan walks into the CR with the casual manner of someone who owned the place. He didn’t, but he contributed greatly to it and the technology used against Game Disease and Bugsters. He’s greeted by Haima and Poppy, both of whom seems to be somewhat startled to see him.

“What brings you here?” The director asks, “You hadn’t mentioned a visit…”

“There are simply a few things I wish to speak to you about, Director Kagami,” Masamune responded, “With the knowledge that Zero Day was caused by a glitch in ten Gemn Corp game prototypes, placed there by my son. Kuroto used a demonstration that day to spread the disease.”

Poppy pipes in, “He disappeared after and lots of people were infected,” She recalls, “And those games represent the ten strains of Game Disease.”

Masamune nods, “Yes, we’ve spent the past six years refining those prototypes, until they were more usable, resulting in the Gashats currently in the possession of the four Riders.” Haima and Poppy’s brows furrow at the mention of there being four Riders. They’d only had Para-DX, Brave, and Snipe… but there must have been someone they were forgetting. “I thought it would be pertinent to inform you that we’ve begun to refine four more, to be used with the four currently completed.”

Director Kagami nods, “Yes, thank you for informing us,” He looks at Masamune, “That will certainly be very helpful in fighting the Bugsters and clearing all the strains of Game Disease.”

Then, Poppy gets a call. Masamune watches and listens, at an unfamiliar voice on the other end. “Poppy,” The voice said, “I’ve found a patient, get Saki.”

“Emu, really?” Poppy asked, “How?”

“It’s a bit of a story, just get here.” Masamune noted that this “Emu” was the one that Saki had talked about before. He kept that information for later, he’d need to look into him.

---

Emu sat across from their newest patient, Yoshitaka Nishiwaka. “I really don’t care what happens to me,” He said, nervous but apathetic at the same time.

“Don’t worry,” Emu smiled, ignoring the nagging feeling that something was wrong, “Saki’s great at this. She’ll cure you in no time.”

Before any response could be given, Asuna’s voice cut in, “You,” Emu turned, seeing Asuna glaring at Kiriya, with Saki standing beside her, her face a neutral expression.

Hesitantly, Emu asks, “You know him?”

“Three years ago,” Asuna began, “Kiriya Kujo found out about Zero Day and bargained his silence for a Gamer Driver and a Gashat. We haven’t seen much of him since, until now.”

Looking over at Kiriya, who didn’t seem terribly bothered by Asuna’s words and their harshness, Emu wondered aloud, “Then why did you need our help? Why not cure Mr. Nishiwaka’s Game Disease on your own?”

No answer was provided. Instead, the loud voice of Nico yelling was heard, “Hey, weird dude! What did you even want me here for?” She stamps over to Kiriya and glares at him, “If this is some joke then you better get running because I’m not nice to jokesters.”

Kiriya responds by moving his hands in what Emu suspects is supposed to be a placating motion, standing up and walking away a bit. “I had a friend who died on Zero Day,” He said.

Before he could elaborate, Nishiwaka, still sitting at the table, cries out and a Bugster appeared, taking the appearance of a wheel. Emu sighs, knowing that even with his Gashat he wouldn’t be much help.

“Hey, gamer girl!” Kiriya called out, catching Nico’s attention.

“That’s Genius Gamer N!”

“Whatever, how about a game?” Kiriya shrugged, pulling a Gashat and Gamer Driver out, “Whoever beats that Bugster gets Ace’s Gashat.”

Bakusou Bikes!

Nico runs up, “Oh, you’re on!”

Bang Bang Shooting!

Let’s game! Metcha game! Mucha game! What’s your name? I’m a Kamen Rider!

When the character selection screen appeared around Kiriya, he kicked his selection. Around him, his Level 1 armor began to form. Notably, he had handlebars on the sides of his head and tires connected to his arms.

“How extra,” Emu muttered, watching the transformation.

The two quickly began to fight the wheel Bugster, Nico choosing to utilize her gun to shoot from afar, and Kiriya using the wheels on his arm to hit the Bugster. After a bit, Kiriya gets a power up from the things that spawned for him, some kind of trophy, and manages to beat the Bugster, causing it to change forms. Now the Bugster looked like the final racing opponent from Bakusou Bikes, Motors. He quickly summons a motorcycle that’s also a Bugster and begins to speed off.

Level Up! Ba-Ba-Bang! Bang-Ba-Bang! (Yow!) Bang Bang Shooting!

Nico quickly transforms to Level 2 and is about follow when Saki appears having already transformed into Brave, also about to follow.

“Hey!” Nico calls, elbowing Saki, “This game’s between me and bike man!”

Behind her, Kiriya sneaks up and grabs the Mighty Action X Gashat from the holster on her belt. He throws it at Emu, “Catch, Ace!” Emu catches it as Nico spins around and seemingly glares at Kiriya, who seems unphased. “Now come on, we have a Bugster to catch…”

Kiriya watched as Emu ran over to Nishiwaka, “Mr. Nishiwaka, are you okay?”

Shaking his head, Kiriya turns in the direction that Motors took off in. “Guess I’m doing this myself,” He flips the lever on his Gamer Driver.

Level Up! Bakusou dokusou gekisou bousou! Bakusou Bike!

Unlike Saki or Nico, when Kiriya switched to his Level 2, he did not become anything resembling a normal person. Nope. He turned into a motorbike. He then quickly sped off after Motors.

Emu calls over to Saki and Nico, “I’m get Mr. Nishiwaka to the CR, you guys follow Kiriya and the Bugster.”

Nico huffed, “Why should I do what you say, M?” He was already getting Nishiwaka to the CR. Nico shakes her head, “Whatever,”

Looking over at Saki, she sees that she’s turned her back to Nico. Then Nico sees why. Stalking towards them was a Rider who looked like Para-DX, but black and purple. He held some kind of hammer in his hand. In his other hand, he holds what seems to be a Gashat.

Shakariki Sports!

Placing the Gashat into the Driver, the armor of a colorful bicycle forms around his shoulders and chest.

Shakariki! Shakariki! Bad Bad! Shaka to Riki to Shakariki Sports!

“What?” Nico can’t believe her eyes, “Using two Gashat’s at once? How the hell? Can you even do that?”

Falling into a fighting stance beside her, raising her sword, Saki responds, “Seems so.”

Raising her gun, Nico growls, “Well I’m not letting this guy interrupt the game!” While Saki ran forward, slashing at the Rider only to have it blocked by him, Nico fired several shots at him. They continued something of this kind, only for the Rider to continually shrug it off.

Finally, the black Para-DX inserts his second Gashat into his hammer, raising it to attack at the pair.

Shakariki Critical Strike!

Once the attack landed on the pair, knocking away their armor, the black Para-DX disappeared.

Nico rolls over and looks at where he once was, “Yeah, hi, what the hell?”

Sounding equally annoyed, Saki comments, “Just who is that?”

---

“Why didn’t you go and help Kujo?” Nishiwaka wondered, now lying in the bed of the CR’s patient room. Emu sits beside him.

“Because, it’s more important that I learn what will stress you,” Emu answers, “That will tell me where the Bugster will appear.”

Still, Nishiwaka seemed hesitant. “I’m not really…”

Instead of pushing that angle, Emu tried a different one, hoping that it might provide some answers or at least something to go off of. “Do you know how you got infected?”

After a moment, Nishiwaka finally answered, “Well this… monster appeared. I think he infected me.” He paused, then startling Emu, added, “He kidnapped my sister, Riko!”

“Your sister…” Emu breathed, “That would cause you stress…” He shakes his head, “Well then, we’ll just have to save your sister, too!”

Nishiwaka didn’t seem entirely convinced, but Emu had gotten what he needed, so he left him be. Now he just needed to figure out where Riko was and that would probably lead him to the Bugster too…

Then an arm was in his way. Kiriya stood, leaning against the wall, supported with his arm. Startled by Kiriya’s sudden appearance, Emu stumbled and fell to the ground. “Wow Ace, I must be a very pleasant surprise.”

Emu blinked, “How did you get in here?”

Kiriya shrugged, “Wasn’t too hard,” He didn’t elaborate, “Now listen, Ace, I need you to ride me.”

That was probably the weirdest sounding thing that Kiriya could have said and definitely not what Emu was expecting. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but definitely not that. “Wha-what?”

“If we’re going to clear Motors’ game, Bakusou Bike, we’re going to need to use my Gashat to beat him,” Kiriya explained, “I can’t reach my top speed without a rider, though.”

In response, Emu blinked again, “Okay,” He says slowly, “I guess that makes sense.”

“Cool, the, glad we’re clear there, Ace,” Kiriya watches Emu as he stands up, “So ready to ride me?”

Eye twitching slightly, Emu begged, “Please don’t keep saying that,” He then shakes his head, “Besides, you haven’t even seen me transform. Why are you so insistent that it’s me who… helps you beat Motors?”

Kiriya gestured at him, “Well you’re Genius Gamer M, right?” He asked, though he didn’t wait for an answer, “So obviously you should be the one to ride me.” Internally, Emu really wished he stop phrasing it that way. It was accurate, yes, but it sounded weird! Not that Emu could place exactly why.

“Fine, fine,” Emu finally concedes, “I’ll… ride you,” It almost physically hurt him to say that. Like, he’s hoping that Kiriya isn’t watching him too closely, or else he might catch a glimpse of something Emu doesn’t want anyone seeing.

“Great!” Kiriya grinned, once more throwing an arm around Emu – to his dismay and amazement given how much taller than Kiriya he was – and leading him out of the hospital, “We’ll just have to find them, now. Should be easy enough.”

“Yeah…” Emu weakly agrees, “Could you, uh, not do that?”

Glancing at him, Kiriya asks, “Do what?”

Emu reaches a hand up and grabs at Kiriya’s arm, moving it off… Not really Emu’s shoulders, given his height compared to Kiriya, but more around Emu’s midsection. “That,” He repeated, “Touching me.”

Seeming startled at the statement, Kiriya drew his arm back the rest of the way, “Sorry,” he said and he sounded genuine, “Guess I didn’t expect the pediatrician to be the one to have lots of personal space.”

Looking away from Kiriya, Emu responded, “Well, you’renot a kid, and we’ve just met,” He rubbed at where Kiriya’s hand had been before, “And like, it’s weird to just touch people you’ve just met. Kids are different but adults…”

Once more raising his hands in a placating manner, Kiriya says, “No, no, it’s fine, thanks for telling me,” He gives Emu a grin, “I’ll try not to do it again.”

Regarding him for a moment, Emu finally answers with a polite, “Thank you,” and the two continue their way.

After a while, Emu realizes that Kiriya’s been leading him somewhere, not just walking aimlessly. When they arrive at their apparent destination, they’re greeted with both a woman, tied up, and Motors.

“Time for the race, Ace,” Kiriya, says, pulling out his Gamer Driver and using the stage select feature to take them to a racetrack. Riko was now at the end, tied up above the finish line. Kiriya quickly transformed.

Level Up! Bakusou dokusou gekisou bousou! Bakusou Bike!

The face part of the motorcycle that was now Kiriya turned towards Emu expectantly, “Come on, Ace, we don’t have time to waste.”

“Right,” Emu nods, pulling out the Mighty Action X Gashat.

Level Up! Mighty Jump! Mighty Kick! Mighty-Mighty Action X!

As Emu gets on Kiriya, a sentence that Emu never wants to hear or think again, Motors drives up to them, also on his Bugster bike. The racers take off, but it seems even with Emu, Motors is still out racing Kiriya.

Then Emu remembers Bakusou Bikes, a game that has little rules to its name. It was probably no coincidence that items were spawning on the racetrack. Motors begins to toss bombs back at them, forcing Kiriya to try to steer out of the way.

Taking out his weapon and switching it to gun mode, Emu aims at Motors. He shoots at the Bugster, sending him into the air. They were all too close to the finish line not to take things seriously. He also shoots at a few of the items lying around, hoping one might give them a useful power-up.

“Hey, Ace,” Kiriya calls, “Time for a critical strike, wouldn’t you say?” As Kiriya steered towards one of the power-ups, Emu began to prepare Kiriya’s final attack. They launch into the air and land their finisher on Motors.

Bakusou Critical Strike!

The pair of Kiriya and Emu cross the finish line, Motors now on the ground behind them.

Game Clear!

They grab Riko and Emu gets off Kiriya, setting Riko down. He wanted to see if she was hurt or anything. Kiriya, though, returns to his Level 1 and runs towards Motors.

“By the way,” He calls out, “I lied about having a friend who died on Zero Day. I just want this Bugster.”

Emu’s first reactions is a startled, “What?” Then it was to think of his words following. I just want this Bugster. Why did Kiriya want the Motors? Why want a Bugster at all?

Kiriya continued, reaching and about to grab Motors’ arm, “I want to study it. See how it works and all.” Something about that statement unnerves Emu and he starts to wonder if his initial read of “pretty okay guy, all things considered,” on Kiriya was actually totally off base.

Beginning to walk over to Kiriya, Emu asks, “Do you really think you’ll find much out…”

Except then he freezes. Stalking over to the two, with some kind of strange, colorful bicycle armor added on, was the black Para-DX. He inserted his second Gashat into his weapon and takes aim.

Shakariki Critical Strike!

The attack hits Motors, destroying him entirely, and then Kiriya and Emu, lowering the health gauge on their chests down to their last bar. With that last attack, he turns to leave.

---

A man with short, dark hair stumbles into a room, clutching his chest. He’s wearing some odd mix of formal and casual, a dark gradient shirt, with a black blazer and slacks. He’s leaning against the doorway, then stumbles towards a desk.

Looking up from a sofa, seated across from the desk, the man in the Mighty hoodie looks up. His hood is down, now, his bangs parted and clipped on each side so that both his eyes are uncovered. Today he’s wearing a Bakusou Bikes shirt, with the sounds of revving engines coming from the Gemnboy in his hands.

The hoodie man looks concerned, “Kuroto,” He says and sets the game down, standing up from the couch, “Are you okay?” He quickly rushes over and helps the other man, Kuroto, to his seat at his desk.

Kuroto takes a deep breath, “Yes, yes, I’m… I’ll be alright, I just need a bit.”

“Are you sure?” The other responds, sounding unconvinced, “You seem like you’re in pain…”

Taking out a Gamer Driver, a black Mighty Action X Gashat, and the lime green Shakariki Sports Gashat, Kuroto sets them on his desk. He regards the black Mighty Action X Gashat for a moment, before saying, “Prototype Gashats, like this Mighty Action X, are… hard on the body. They have negative side effects.”

The hoodie man was startled at the statement, “What? Kuroto why are you using that?” He seems very worried, “If it’s so hard then what if it killed you?”

“…I have no other choice. Shakariki Sports is not designed to be used in such a way, and the other finished Gashats must stay accounted for and in the hands of those that father has given them to.” Kuroto responds, picking up the Prototype Mighty Action X Gashat, “I’m working on a solution, but it will take a while.”

“So in the meantime you’ll just be hurting yourself,” The other frowned, crossing his arms. “Kuroto…”

Kuroto sighed, “I know, Mu. I know.”

They stood in silence for a few minutes, before the man in the hoodie, Mu, leaned down and wrapped his arms around Kuroto in a hug, “You keep doing so much to complete the game,” He said, “You should let me help more.”

Eyes widening in realization about what Mu meant, Kuroto’s eyes widened, “No, it’ll be too dangerous?”

“More dangerous than the game when it’s completed?”

“Well… no…” Kuroto admitted, “But… Mu, I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Mu took the Proto Mighty Action X Gashat from Kuroto’s hands, “If this is anything like the game, and if I’m going to beat the game, I need some practice,” He said, spinning the Gashat on his finger and watching it. He then returned his attention to Kuroto, “Besides, I don’t want my big bro pushing himself too hard. Let me help a bit, at least.”

Though clearly still hesitant, Kuroto sighed, “Fine,”

“You won’t regret this,” Mu cheered, “Besides, you don’t have anything to worry about. I’m a genius gamer, after all, and this is sorta like a game, right?”

“When you’re next going out to get the Rider’s attention,” Kuroto began sternly, “Graphite’s going with you. We’re going to set up a little plan that will shock Brave.”

With a happy smile, Mu responded, “I’ll make all three of you proud!”

#kamen rider exaid #kamen rider #my writing #there is a me who can become strong

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justanotherlifeff · 4 years ago

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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 and other triggering stuff. THERE IS SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER

6 months later

"Oi Hanji! Give her something for the pain and do something fucking useful for once!" Levi growled as (Y/N) almost sprained his hand with a squeeze as she held his hand during another contraction. Levi deeply regretted teaching her those exercises to improve her strength all those months back. "Calm down Levi. I'm not the doctor here and I am not using some experimental pain killer that I made without any human testing on my best friend." Hanji replied to him calmly. Levi was loosing his grip as he wasn't ready for it.

When (Y/N) told him that her water broke at dawn, he panicked more than he ever did in his entire life. More than when Kenny taught him how to use knives by almost killing him. "Sir, we can't allow you to stay here... She will have her delivery soon..." a nurse meekly told the fuming captain, only to receive a deadly glare from him. If looks could kill, the nurse would've been dead by now. "Levi, listen to them. They delivered more babies than most of the survey corps’ titan kills." Hanji tried to reason with him. However, that seemed to stop working for the last 8 hours, after (Y/N)'s contractions began. "Levi, as the commander of the survey corps, I command you to get the fuck out of this room." Hanji told him in a commanding tone as she lost all patience with him. He was testing her like a spoilt child for the last 8 hours about almost everything.

Levi fell asleep on the chair in the waiting room. Hanji was sitting beside him, quiet sleepy herself. At least she took an afternoon nap yesterday and she felt immensely guilty for giving a huge pile of paperwork to Levi the same day. He had been working all day and wasn't able to sleep at night too as (Y/N)'s contractions started at dawn. Buying their home at Trost was a great decision as the hospital was nearby as (Y/N) had a hard time riding a horse to get there. Both Levi squad and (Y/N) squad was there except Marie, who apparently had a headache.

Hanji personally never liked Marie either and she agreed with Levi about the fact that this girl was trying to double cross (Y/N). However, Hanji saw why (Y/N) refused to let her go. If she only cooperated, she could've been a good asset to the team. It had been 2 more hours since Hanji got Levi to get out of the delivery room, 10 hours since (Y/N)'s water broke. After these agonising two hours, a nurse entered the waiting room with a pained look but a smile while rubbing her hands. It didn't take long for Hanji to figure out that she offered (Y/N) to hold her hand, given that her hand looked red. Watching the nurse, Hanji was barely able to tap Levi's shoulder twice as he jerked awake and asked the nurse in panic.

"Is (Y/N) okay?". Hanji realised that Levi took the pained look on the nurse's face as a signal to something is wrong other than the fact that (Y/N) squeezed the soul out the poor woman's hand. "Yes they both are fine. They are cleaning the baby as we speak. Congratulations Mr Ackerman. It's a boy. Would you like to see them?" The nurse asked with a smile. Hanji noticed that Levi looked paler than usual. His hands were shaking a bit too. "Yes." Levi answered after getting a grip on himself.

Levi followed the nurse into the cabin where (Y/N) had been transferred. Everyone else followed too. They were made to wait till (Y/N) was transferred into the cabin but that didn't take too long. As the nurse opened the door and walked in, Levi saw a scene that he, even in his wildest dreams never imagined. There on the bed right opposite to the door laid (Y/N), a small white bundle in her arms. She looked tired, almost as if she would pass out but there was a slight smile on her face as her eyes were filled with curiosity and love as she looked at the small bundle. "She doesn't look like herself at all..." Levi internally thought.

Yes, (Y/N) didn't have the look of a ruthless killer anymore. She looked different. "She's giving off the same expression that my mother used to have..." Levi thought curiously as he stepped towards (Y/N). That's when he realised why (Y/N) had such a sudden change. That's because what he saw affected him too. Almost as greatly as it did to (Y/N). Inside the small, there was this small baby, with raven hair, eyes the exact copy of Levi, only they were (E/C) instead of the steel grey that Levi's eyes hold. "He even got that constipated look" Hanji muttered as she followed Levi towards (Y/N).

At this point, Levi sat down abruptly on the chair right in front of the bed. His legs were shaking. There was no balance in his body. Years of training, his unbreakable balance, his extreme reflexes, all gone after looking at this sight. "I have a kid..." Levi's voice croaked out suddenly. Both his squad, (Y/N)'s squad, Hanji and (Y/N) herself looked at him as if they just saw something extremely unexpected happen. It was unexpected after all. Levi, the person who never got his guard down after meeting Kenny, was weak, vulnerable and he didn't bother hiding it.

"Levi, are you okay?" Hanji asked Levi before anyone else as everyone was extremely taken aback by Levi's actions. Even (Y/N) was taken aback as she never saw Levi like this. "Levi... " (Y/N) tried to say but her voice was raspy as her throat was dry. Without saying any more, (Y/N), extended a hand towards his, held his hand gently, trying to make him feel better. "Can I hold...it?" Levi muttered, as he got some grip on himself after (Y/N) held his hand. "Oi Levi! Don't call your own son it!" Hanji exclaimed. "Hanji, let him be. I'm sure he's having a hard time processing it all. I am too." (Y/N) told Hanji, her voice still raspy. The nurse helped to take the baby from (Y/N)'s arms and gave it to Levi, teaching how to hold the baby.

The baby simply stared at Levi, as if he was hugely disappointed with the fact that he was taken from his mother. Levi just stared at the baby for a few moments. He had a family now. He found someone who gave him the reason to live on and now he has a child, someone who he could give the good childhood he never got. Hesitantly, Levi placed a light kiss on the baby's forehead, surprising the whole group of people in the room, not surprising (Y/N) too much as she saw Levi showing emotions before. (Y/N) just smiled, knowing that the man before her was at peace.

They both were at peace. Her dreams came true. She now has a family. The both of them finally found happiness. "You guys, I'll contact the Reeves company and get meat for you all. Sasha, you will be cooking and arranging everything at my house. I'll pay for everything." Levi told everyone, looking at them with a small smile on his face. "M-meat? You will buy meat for us?" Sasha stammered before shouting out, "HEICHOU! YOU ARE THE BEST SQUAD LEADER ANYONE CAN POSSIBLY GET!" while crying like a maniac. Everyone else looked happy and thanked Levi for the treat.

"Guys, get out now. I need some rest" (Y/N) stated after a while. Everyone already took turns to hold the baby and Levi proved to be an overprotective father, as he inspected everyone as they took the baby and snapped at Connie when he made a mistake trying to hold the baby. No one wanted to leave though, as the baby was just too cute to leave alone. After some groans of disappointment, they all left. All except Levi.

"What will we name him?" (Y/N) asked him. She didn't want to bring the topic up in front of the others as she didn't want their contribution in this matter. "What about Farlan?" Levi answered after thinking for a moment. "Sure. It's a nice name. Farlan Ackerman sounds good." (Y/N) answered with a smile. The baby was asleep on the cot beside the bed. Levi looked at him and sighed. "Yeah. It sounds nice" He answered, a small smile forming on his face. He then walked towards (Y/N), patted her head gently and said, "Take some rest. I'll be back soon. I'll have to take a nap myself.". That's when (Y/N) noticed how tired he looked. Levi was used to being sleep deprived. That's not what tired him. What tired him was the amount of tension he went through for the last 11 hours. He very much needed a nap.

(Y/N) was woken by the sound of the door of the cabin opening. She had a sound sleep as the nurses took care of Farlan except for the times when he had to be fed. (Y/N) noticed that it was already evening as she saw the orange light coming from the window into the room. It was Pixis who just entered the room. Of course, it didn't surprise (Y/N). After what he did on her wedding, she came to acknowledge the fact that Pixis was completely unpredictable.

"I see that I have a grandchild now." Pixis stated with a smirk. "Yes. That part was obvious." (Y/N) replied with a stoic expression. "Don't be so bland (Y/N). I'm just here to see the baby. I haven't seen many new-borns in my lifetime." Pixis answered as he walked towards the cot. "Did you ever see me when I was a baby?" (Y/N) asked in return. Pixis stopped in front of the cot and answered, "No. I didn't.". He tried to hide it but his voice showed some remorse and so, (Y/N) didn't further question him. "His eyes look a lot like Levi. What's his name?" Pixis asked (Y/N), as he looked at the sleeping baby. "Farlan" (Y/N) answered. "Ah I see." Pixis answered. Before he could say anything more, Levi entered the room.

He just came back after getting the best sleep of his life as he felt like the happiest person on earth. However, seeing Pixis there worried him. That guy abandoned (Y/N) after all. "Should I give you some privacy?" he asked (Y/N) as he figured that (Y/N) would like to talk to Pixis alone. After all, their relationship was worse than just shaky and Levi thought that him being there would just make things more awkward. "No it's fine. You can stay" (Y/N) answered. After Levi entered the room, Pixis told him, "Congratulations on being a father" with a smile.

"Thank you." Levi answered curtly. The baby was awake by now as Pixis picked him up. "So, we all will pretend as if we are one big happy family?" Levi asked Pixis, raising an eyebrow. After all, the last thing Levi expected was that he would see Pixis holding his son. "Whatever helps him sleep at night" (Y/N) scoffed. To that Pixis let out a brief laugh before saying, "No wonder you're my daughter. However, you've got the sharp tongue of your mother...". At that, (Y/N) stopped him and said, "Don't compare me to that foul woman." with a frown.

"Okay. I won't. Anyway, I will have to take my leave now. And Levi, everyone likes to play family at some point. I won't deny that I'm the reason for which (Y/N) had a horrible life but we can't change that now can we?" Pixis answered before keeping Farlan in the cot and leaving the room. "Are you okay (Y/N)?" Levi asked (Y/N) as he didn't know how (Y/N) felt about the whole thing. "Yeah I'm fine. I personally don't accept him as my father but I'm glad that Farlan will probably have a grandfather. At this point, the only thing I care about is Farlan's happiness as I already found mine" (Y/N) told him with a smile.

1 month and a week later

(Y/N) made certain errors in her prediction from 6 months ago. She had her delivery a week before it was predicted. Farlan however, was healthier than ever. She also took more than a month to recover. A month and half to be exact. Thus, the expedition had to be delayed for a week. Levi didn't even have to push Hanji about it because Hanji figured out how long (Y/N) would actually take to recover a few weeks after she gave birth. She made all the arrangements for the delay of the expeditions by then much to (Y/N)'s disappointment. She however couldn't complain later when she really took a week more to recover. That gave them two weeks to eradicate all titans left in Wall Maria.

Hundreds of titans were killed using the executioner from hell before winter. The plan was that there would be two expeditions. Each with 3 days worth of supply. The survey corps would be divided into two groups. One would be travelling from Trost, eastwards, facing every titan on the way and travelling in groups, 2 squads in each, to attract the titans till they reach Utopia. The other would be travelling from Utopia, westwards till they reach Trost. The only two strategists capable of leading a team if something went terribly wrong were Hanji and (Y/N), with Hanji clearly being better than (Y/N) due to her longer experience in battle. Thus, it was decided that (Y/N), along with Levi's experience, would lead the group from Trost while Hanji would lead the group from Utopia.

The Survey corps had 201 members by now, Levi squad having an extra. The usual squad had 5 members including the squad leader. 20 squads would be there on each group. The formation would be such that every group of two squads would be 10 km apart from eachother. If something went wrong with the formation, red smoke signals would be used. (Y/N) squad and Levi squad, partnered with two other squads, would be positioned in the middle of the formation so that they could immediately run to help if any other squad is harmed. It would, however, take about an hour to get the formation done as the distance between wall Maria and Wall Rose is 100 km and survey corps horses could run at a speed of 80km/hr. Levi squad will give Armin to Hanji squad so that the other team could use the strength they are lacking due to the absence of either one of Levi, (Y/N) or a titan shifter, given that, Armin was the most powerful titan shifter on the team.

Thus, the team from Trost would have a hundred members while the team from Utopia would have a hundred and one. The survival rate this time, would only be a 50% however as everyone is expected to charge straight at the titans instead of running.

"You all will be using your 3DMG to go and get all the dummies cut. However, from today till the expedition, you'll all be competing against (Y/N) here. If any of you can get around the forest before her, congratulations, you stand a chance against her if she just got out of a delivery. If any of you gets tangled in your own wire again, I swear I'll kick you out of the survey corps." Levi lectured all the cadets. (Y/N) joined them as planned today, so that she can brush up her training. The last night, Levi personally took (Y/N) to check if she can use 3DMG, and (Y/N) surprised him.

She was almost as good as before her pregnancy leave. Sure, she was still rough around some edges, her movements weren't as flawless as it was before, her speed decreased noticeably too but she still was better than all recruits combined. All the cadets were greatly interested in watching (Y/N) in action. (Y/N) was the only person in the entire Survey corps who's 3DMG skills were comparable to Levi's. Everyone knew that and as the new recruits never saw (Y/N) in action, competing her seemed like a very good sport to them. Defeating (Y/N) meant coming second to the strongest in humanity. Levi squad and (Y/N) squad however knew that it wasn't possible. "Everyone, assume positions!" Levi commanded and everyone ran to the line drawn in front of the forest. They all stood in line, ready to take off. "And go!" Levi instructed and everyone took off.

The new recruits were surprised to see (Y/N) getting way ahead of everyone at a speed that was impossible for them to reach. "What the hell? She isn't even using too much gas..." one of the recruits exclaimed. (Y/N) was out of their sight in no time and as they found the dummies, every one of them had a perfect slice cut off it's nape. There were 16 dummies in total. It took the others 30 minutes to find and cut down every single one of them and getting out while (Y/N) did the same in 13 minutes. Levi squad and (Y/N) squad took 25 minutes while Mikasa took 18. "Good work out there." Levi told (Y/N) as she flew out of the forest. "Well, I usually am faster than that." (Y/N) answered, as she got her blades in the sheathes in the 3DMG. "Yes. I know that. If you didn't just have a delivery last month, I'd have been disappointed." Levi answered to that. (Y/N) just gave a "mhhm" for reply before she spoke again.

"I'm not so sure if leaving Farlan with Hanji was a good idea..." (Y/N) muttered. "Well, he'll be fine." Levi answered casually. "Are you sure about that? Hanji did try to make him walk at the age of three weeks for her experiments... " (Y/N) muttered remembering the time when Hanji tried to test if Levi's genetics had something that made them become physically developed more easily than others given that all the other known ackermans, Kenny and Mikasa, had good fighting abilities. Of course, Hanji's experiments didn't work and Farlan got hurt and cried, which sounded more angry than pained, thus scaring Hanji to death as Levi gave Hanji a death glare once it happened. After all, Levi did try to kill a commander before.

5 days later

"Hanji, the milk is in the cupboard in the kitchen with the bottle. Boil the bottle before feeding Farlan. The nappies, shirts and blankets are in the third drawer in the wardrobe of mine and Levi's room. If Farlan wets himself, just take anything from there. I kept everything packed in a bag which is also in the wardrobe so that you can bring it when you come to the headquarters. And Hanji, don't try to do any experiments. I'm trusting you on this." (Y/N) explained Hanji. "You explained all of that to me every single day of this week you know." Hanji mentioned in a flat tone. "Well, I was just reminding you..." (Y/N) started before Hanji stopped her and said in a light tone, "Come on (Y/N)! I literally lead the survey corps! Farlan will be fine. Don't worry so much.". "Yeah... I guess I'm a bit too paranoid... Thanks for all the help Hanji." (Y/N) answered with a smile. "Yeah yeah I know. You'll be late for training if you keep trying to remind me stuff now. So, get out." Hanji pushed (Y/N) out of the house.

(Y/N) POV

When I reached the survey corps headquarter and walked in the training grounds, Levi was already there. "You're late. You're doing 50 laps after training." he told me with a frown. Yes, I obviously never got special treatment from him in case of work related matters. I appreciated it though as our personal lives shouldn't interfere with work. The female cadets looked happy with the fact that I got laps. Well, it doesn't matter. It isn't like they have the guts to make a move on Levi. "Well, assume positions now. I'll be following you all." Levi commanded everyone. I joined everyone in front of the starting line. "And go!" Levi instructed as we all shot forward.

"Make as less moves as possible. Preserve gas. Find the locations of the dummies and cut them." my mind kept repeating as I sped towards the forest. The slightest movements caught my attention as some recruits were left to move the dummies. One, two, three... My mind counted as I kept making perfect cuts on every dummy. Just as I landed outside the forest, I found no one. Of course, Levi mentioned that he will be following us in the next training exercise. He probably is with the other recruits.

After about 20 more minutes, everyone else appeared with Levi. Levi looked at me, his eyes showing appreciation. "You reached your previous records. Your moves are as good as before now. Good job." he complimented before turning to the new recruits and saying, "You all couldn't improve any more than 30 minutes in six fucking months and she did the same fucking job in 11 minutes by a week after having a delivery about a month and half ago. This is why I don't train brats like you all. I don't know how Shadis keeps his cool with you all.". He said all of that calmly with a stoic expression but the girls in the group almost started crying already. Levi then turned to my squad and his own squad and said, "You all did okay. There's still room for improvement though.". They all saluted and Levi motioned them to be at ease before looking at me and saying, "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get the laps done."

2 hours and 30 minutes later

I finally was done with the laps. Hanji came by with Farlan and saw me doing laps in the training grounds. 400 meters each lap. About 20 km. "And here I thought shorty was getting soft..." Hanji shook her head as she ran beside me carrying Farlan when she found me. "Well, he honestly got softer than before. I remember him shouting at me back when I took a minute to get a dummy down. Now he's saying his squad that they did a good job after they took 25 minutes to get 16 dummies." I answered. No wonder they weren't improving.

I went to my office to get the extra uniform I usually keep there incase if the one I'm wearing gets dirty. With that, I went to the female bathrooms and took a bath, changed my uniform, went to my office to grab the stack of paperwork Hanji told me that she would leave in my office and went for Levi's office. I knocked on his door and heard his voice saying, "State your name and business.". "It's (Y/N)." I answered. "Come in" I heard his voice, now sounding softer and went in his office. His table had three stacks of paperwork, his face showing the stress that he was on. I sat down with my own stack and started working silently, helping Levi with his paperwork sometimes while he helped me with mine. When I was done, he still had two stacks to complete. I looked at him, he looked tired. Thus, I got up, walked towards his chair and went under the table.

Back when I was about 6 months pregnant, I had this phase when I was horny all the time and that's when I found out that getting a blowjob while he's working calms Levi down when he has to do a lot of paperwork. Thus, this little tradition started where I helped him out every time I saw him struggling with work. I heard a sigh of content from him as I took his dick in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it's tip. I felt his hand on my hair, gently pushing me on his length. I didn't give him the chance to guide me as I started going all out on him, taking all of his length in my mouth and bobbing my head on it, my tongue working at it's tip the entire time. The gentle touch on my hair turned into a harsh grab as Levi took control, making my movements even faster.

I heard Levi's breathing getting disoriented and suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I stopped my assault on his dick so that he could answer the door without having any distractions. "State name and business" I heard him say with a flat monotone voice. He had this way of keeping his body entirely under control, which fascinated me to bits. "It's Cadet Schwarz. I need to talk to you, heichou." I heard Marie's voice. What is that girl upto? "Come in" Levi answered as I heard the door open and her footsteps coming into the room.

"Schwarz, the last time you were in my office, as much as I can recall, (Y/N) gave you a warning about your attire. Why are you violating the dress code again?" I heard Levi ask her. That's it. I know very well what she's trying to do. I'd have to write a report against her and probably give her a talk about backing off from my husband. "Heichou, I will get straight into point. I only joined the survey corps for you. When I heard that they were taking members in the Special operations squad, I thought it was your squad. However, I wasn't lucky enough and ended up in hers. Heichou, I can keep you much happier than she ever can. Just..." Levi stopped her before she said anything more.

"Listen, what you're doing is highly inappropriate. I'm a married man and I'm in a happy marriage. I even have a kid. Even if I wasn't married, I would never leave (Y/N) for anyone. So, I'll tell this to you for the last time, stop embarrassing yourself." Levi answered, in a stoic voice. "Is that right heichou? Then why does your face look so flustered? You know what heichou? You can be with your wife. She doesn't have to know what happens behind closed doors..." Marie continued. I quietly stuffed Levi's penis in his pants and started buttoning him up when I heard Levi's surprised and slightly disgusted voice saying, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?". To that, Marie replied, "I'm just trying to show you exactly what got you so flustered. Isn't that what you...".

"Enough" I spoke up, stopping Marie. I got up from under the table and Marie clearly understood why Levi was flustered after seeing my messy hair. "Marie, go to my office. We need to discuss your expulsion from the survey corps." I told her with a cold tone. "Expulsion? But I haven't broken any rules. By the way, isn't the commander the only person who can expel someone from the survey corps? You can't do that!" Marie scoffed. It was time to put her in her place. "Well, if you don't trust me on this, you can ask Levi if I was nominated to be the commander of the survey corps only a few months ago." I told her, my tone getting colder by the second.

Marie looked at Levi and Levi simply answered, "She's right. See, I told you to stop this bullshit. Even if (Y/N) didn't take actions, I would have.". "Actions? But I haven't broken any rule!.." I stopped her at that and told her, "Marie, five buttons of your shirt are opened. You just ignored a direct warning from a superior. If you think I didn’t write a report on you violating the dress code before, you are wrong. Of course, that alone can't get you kicked out of the survey corps but I also have further complains against you, which we will discuss in my office. So, go.". "No! I refuse to go!" Marie made a bitch face at me.

"You refuse to go? Well, you see, unfortunately as long as you are a survey corps soldier, I will be your superior. You will have to follow my orders or else the consequences would be severe." I told her in a commanding voice as she retreated from the office. "Thanks for having my back, Levi." I told him as he looked at me with worry. "No, it's fine. Just don't kill her." he told me, his eyes showing suspicion. "Don't worry. I won't kill her. I'll just ruin her career." I answered before getting out of Levi's office and going to mine.

Marie was already in the office. "Well, let's discuss your insubordination." I told her before sitting on my chair. "Sit down. You'd prefer not to fall on the floor after I tell you the few things I'm about to say." I told her, motioning to the chair in front of me. She sat and I started. "Do you know what happened to the last person who tried to take Levi from me?" I asked her. She looked uncomfortable at this point as she knew that I had her cornered. "No?" she answered.

"Her name was Petra Ral. She died on the 57th expedition. The female titan stomped on her. Surprisingly, the female titan was able to do that in my presence. The next expedition is coming soon and who knows, maybe you would be eaten by a titan too and I wouldn't be able to save you." I stopped. I saw her face losing colours. Just the reaction I wanted to see.

"You see, as your superior, I had to report every time you almost got the squad killed to the commander. The commander herself questioned your worth and I have been defending you for the whole time. However, it seems like you aren't fit to be in the survey corps anyway, even if I don't consider the fact that you tried to fuck my husband. Honestly, I shouldn't be telling you all these. I should just let you die on the next expedition. You just proved to me how worthless you are today.

However, ever since Farlan was born, I couldn't shake this feeling off me. I don't want to make your family suffer. I know how your mother would feel if you die. So, I would give you a second option. If I talk to the commander and expel you from the survey corps, that would be the end of your career in the military. If I don't do anything, you will die. If you give me a letter asking for a transfer to the Garrison or the Military police, your career would be saved, you would live and I could keep you out of my relationship. Now, go back to your room and decide what you want. I will be expecting a letter from you. You're dismissed." I explained to her in my monotone voice. With that, she left the room without a word. I rested my head on the head rest of the chair. "Fuck.. Farlan really changed everything..." I wondered. After all, I didn't feel like the cold hearted person I was anymore.

To be continued...

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Bad Liar | Bill "Hoosier" Smith x Gender Neutral!Reader (part 2)

A/N : I think it can be read without having read part 1 but I wrote it as what happens next, so part 1 can be found here. I hope you'll enjoy this even though I'm not quite satisfied with this😅💞

Warnings : Character death, sad, angst, really not happy, swearing

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Posted : 03/06/2020

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~As the raindrops hit the ground in a relentless rhythm, you continued to breathe and stop others from doing so. You refused to call what you were doing living. Your life stopped the day you engaged in the Marine Corps, you put it in stand-by for as long as you’ll do your duty as a citizen of the United States of America. But the more you spend time in this uniform, the more you were starting to think your life would always stay on that train station while you were taking the train, watching it slowly disappear as you were passing it by. Unable to stop, you just watched your life slip through your fingers like clear water which seemed redder and thicker as time went by. Hoosier kept watching you like a falcon, knitting his eyebrows together, blue eyes concerned and sad, mouth drawn in a thin line. The others started watching you like this, too. As if you were some sort of broken doll that could shatter at every touch. It was hard enough to face Hoosier, you didn’t need to see Chuckler’s puppy clear eyes, or Runner’s silence as he watched you from across the tent, or Sid’s young face and, god, how could he still look like a kid after everything he’s been through? Leckie was your best friend. He was a good man and an even greater friend. He didn’t look at you like a hawk, nor did he speak softly and slowly as if he were afraid you would break down at any moment. No, Robert Leckie was as miserable as you were, if not more. He didn’t try to be honorable and bear his pain silently like a stoic hero. He gave a voice to his despair, and even when people told him to shut up, including Hoosier, you found it oddly comforting. The simple knowledge that someone was suffering as much as you were, that you weren’t alone. So, you spend more time with Leckie, neither of you speaking much because none of you were up for jokes. The silence carried “I understand"s and "You’re not alone"s, the incessant noise of the rain against the fabric of the tent a constant "I’m here”. If it was Leckie, the Japanese or your demons speaking, you had no idea.

You liked to pretend you didn’t see the hurt in Bill’s eyes.

—–

Hoosier was going crazy. You were slowly fading away; it was like watching a ghost walking away. He felt like if he were to reach out to touch you, his hand would go right through you. Where has his angel gone? His (Y/N) who would make him blush so easily, the one who’d make him smile effortlessly, that person with the brightest smile he’s ever seen. He was smoking more lately, the burning in his throat and lungs a welcome distraction from the crushing in his chest. A warm body fell beside him but he knew it wasn’t yours, he didn’t even hope for it to be. You were just a few feet away from him, pretending to be asleep. The tapping of your fingers against your biceps gave you away, but Hoosier was sure it didn’t matter to you. They got the message : “I don’t want to talk.”. And, even if you weren’t there, across from him looking so small, arms crossed on your chest, knees up, as if you were trying to protect yourself from some invisible enemy, you weren’t so graceless. If you were to sit next to him, you would do it with a feline’s grace. You would say some awfully bad jokes to make him smile or, if it was a bad day, you would simply lay your head on his shoulder, intertwining your fingers with his, resting them on his lap while he drank that brown water they called coffee. A gentle nudge to the ribs makes him turn his head to the left to meet Chuckler’s gaze. Of course, it is. Hoosier knew he had been unfair to them those last few days. He couldn’t hold a conversation without snapping. Not that there was a lot to talk about but still. Actually, there were only two topics lately. Coffee and you. They didn’t mean to speak about you in your back but they were worried. And if they wanted to know if you were alright, then they had to go ask Hoosier, right? Because when it came to you, he was the one with the answers. After all, not so long ago, it was you two against the army and the rest of the world. Holding back a sigh, Hoosier took another long drag of his cigarette, forcing himself to focus on his dark-haired friend. Chuckler has always been an expressive guy. If he were happy, he would laugh loudly and genuinely. He couldn’t have a poker face to save his life. Especially when he was sad or worried. Hoosier blamed the eyes. Chuckler spared a glance at you before locking his bright eyes with Hoosier’s darker ones.

“Are you alright?” Bill thought that Chuckler was trying to mouth it but that man was as unable of being quiet as he was tall. At least he achieved to whisper, in a Chuckler way but Hoosier learned to appreciate the little things in life. War does that to you. However, you didn’t open the eyes and Hoosier couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or not. Not lingering on the latter, he simply shrugged.

“’M alright. Don’t worry ‘bout me.” Instinctively, his hand reached for your hand on his lap but his only reward was a piece of wet and dirty fabric. Gritting his teeth together, he extinguished his cigarette and lit another. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had cancer before this war ended. Beside him, Chuckler sighed, almost as if he were admitting his defeat. Against what, though? Lew patted him sympathetically on the shoulder a few times before getting up and sitting back next to Runner. As the warmth of Chuckler’s hand left his shoulder, Hoosier swore he could hear his teeth squeak. He didn’t need pity. He needed you. You and your cheeky smile, you, and your angelic laugh, you, and your terrible jokes. He needed you as much as he needed air, if not more.

Closing his eyes to stop the now familiar burn behind his eyelids, he threw his head back with a groan. And if the back of his head hit a metal crate, who cared? Not him. And not you.

He liked to pretend it didn’t hurt.

—–

“Hoosie!” Your speech was slurred as you leaned into his embrace, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Holding back a roll of the eyes that would have come out fonder than anything, Hoosier refused to acknowledge the cooing of the men he called friends. He really needed better friends. As one calloused hand came to play with your hair, the other staying on your waist, he lowered his head to speak directly into your ear, the noise of the bar and the music too loud for him to be able to speak at a normal level and you still hearing him.

“Drank a bit too much, darling?” He could feel you frown against his jaw as you shook your head in denial.

“’M not drunk.” Your breath was hot against his neck. Hoosier chuckled lowly, kissing your temple tenderly. You almost didn’t feel it, it was like getting tickled by a feather.

“If you say so, babe. Want to go back to the stadium?” He could get used to it; Hoosier realized. Having you in his arms, kissing you when he wants to, a few bottles of alcohol and good friends. Well, most of the times they were. He didn’t have to be on his tiptoes for Japanese artillery or attacks, he could relax for the first time in what felt like eternity. Too caught up in his thoughts, he missed your answer, only noticing that there was a missing warmth beside him. Frowning at the empty spot next to him, he only looked up when you tugged on his right hand to see you up, a smirk on your lips. He pouted adorably, even batting his eyelashes a few times to make you laugh. The others teased him to no end but it was all worth it to see you almost bounce in happiness. As Hoosier got up, he threw an arm over your shoulder, bringing you closer. Your smile blinded his heart, and your laugh stole every bit of common sense in him. You took then became his everything, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hoosier didn’t want to wake up from that dream. Well, memory was more what you should call it. However, the screams and sounds of gunfire was enough to wake him up fully. Grabbing his own weapon, he hurried outside the tent, rain wetting him immediately, and started shooting whatever was moving. Jumping into the nearest foxhole, which happened to be the one you were in, Hoosier cursed loudly as he struggled with the gun kept on slipping from his grip. Night has fallen, and the rain had started again, the occasional lightnings making the helmets and weapons shine and giving the scene a surreal and frightening effect. It was like a horror movie. Hoosier vowed never to celebrate Halloween again.

“Can you see them?” Shouting above the screams and artillery, Hoosier almost didn’t hear himself.

“Who? Japs or us?" Getting back under cover to reload his weapon, he bit his lip as he tried to have a good sight of you. He did catch a glimpse of you but he sure as hell wasn’t satisfied with what he just saw. He never got to answer your question.

"Corpsman!!” The cry of a broken man reverberated through the forest and the rain, pierced the dark and artillery sounds, before it finally settled into your conscience. Running on pure instinct, you began to hurry out of the foxhole to join the wounded man when a hand caught your wrist. You already had leg out as you quickly turned your head to face him, eyes shining in the dark. The bullets kept whistling in your ears, blood rushing to your heads. Yet, you were still too far away from him so he could only see the shadow of your body, but he knew you had a look of confusion plastered on your face. Even though, Hoosier knew you were as beautiful as ever, it was part of you.

“Wait, (Y/N)!” He couldn’t let you go. Not now, not ever.

“What the hell Hoosier?” Opening his mouth to tell something, probably along the line of “Get back into the fuckin’ foxhole!”, he was cut off when your own mouth opened into a perfect “o” as you fell backwards, hair dancing to the wind. None of you heard the gunfire and, next thing Hoosier knew, you were in his arms, blood soaking his uniform from where you’ve just been shot. No, no, no. Not you. Muttering and swearing under his breath, he put both of his hands against the heavily bleeding wound on your right side, pressing as much as he could to try to restrain the flow of blood on his hands. Yours. It was your blood that was tainting his hands, as fast as your love tainted his life with colors even in his darkest times.

“Corpsman!!” His voice was thick with emotions and he couldn’t say if the wetness on his face was from the rain or his tears, but he knew the sound of your whimpers of pain would haunt him for the rest of his life. The moon pierced the clouds, lighting the battlefield in a white glow, however the rain didn’t stop. The cold light of the moon gave you a much paler skin than your usual one, even though Hoosier’s brain knew it was most probably due to a blood loss, it illuminated your face as much as your wound.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” It was like a mantra.

As you coughed and a small drop of blood flowed down your jaw, then another, Bill saw his world fall apart. Even without being trained as a medic, he knew it was bad. Why isn’t the flow slowing down?! Where the fuck is a corpsman when you need one? Cradling your face in his hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks and painting your pale skin red, Hoosier gently but firmly turned your chin so your eyes met his. When did your eyes got so dull? When did it all went wrong? You smiled lazily at him, while all he could see was blurry. He must’ve been crying because you shakily raised your left hand to stroke his cheek soothingly. God, your hand was so cold.

“It’s fine, Bill. It was bound to happen anyway.”

“C'mon, (Y/N), you’re gonna be just fine!” Who was he trying to convince? You or him? “Hey, hey, none of that, don’t close your eyes, sweetheart, don’t you fucking dare die on me!” Please, everyone but them! Take all you want, take me but not (Y/N)! You blinked once again, the grip you had on his hand weakening. “Don’t leave me alone, (Y/N), please, I can’t do it on my own.” This is your fault. If you hadn’t been that stupid and selfish, they wouldn’t be here. You weren’t even looking at him, staring at the invisible stars in the sky, face pale as the moonlight witnessed the scene, cold and white. Squeezing his eyes shut, he leaned in until your foreheads touched, a tear fell down your cheek, leaving a neat trace as it continued its road through the blood on your face. So that was what the burning in his eyes was about.

“You’re gonna be fine, so please, please, don’t give up now. How am I supposed to live, to do anything without you?” His voice was barely above a whisper but it broke anyway. Or maybe it was him. Perhaps that dreadful sound he heard was his world crashing down as you closed your eyes one last time, mouthing a weak “I love you” against his palm, followed by a “It’s okay…”. Sobbing painfully, his throat hurting and his mouth dry, Hoosier whimpered into the night, having for only witness the moon and the trees. With a shaking hand, he took your bloody dog tags, pressing them to where his heart should’ve been if you weren’t gone. Praying was vain, like trying to mend soul and heart.

The battle wasn’t over, people were still dying, but Hoosier couldn’t bring himself to care as he just lost the most important person in his life, the only one that made him complete. Was life even worth living if you weren’t there with him? If you weren’t there to live it with him, what was the point? He didn’t want to grow old without, he didn’t want to live a life without you. His entire being was numb but he kept staring at your face, for eternity. Or maybe it was just a few minutes that turned into hours. After all, he had always said that he’d happily live forever if he had you in his arms. Bill simply never thought eternity was so close to hell.

“Hoosier?” He didn’t flinch. Even when a hand came to shake his blood-soaked shoulder, he didn’t move. It was like watching it all happen from another point of view. As if his soul was above his body, watching as Leckie’s face of concern turned into one of horror, his hand tightening its grip on Hoosier’s shoulder to… bring him back to reality? Hoosier would’ve snorted if he was able to feel things. Even that couldn’t have been created in a nightmare. None of them were ready to say goodbye. But therefore, 5 years, 10 years, 20 years could have passed and they still wouldn’t be ready. Bill took a shivering breath, forcing his hand to relax around your dog tags. Laying you tenderly, he cursed himself for oh, so many things but also for not being able to take care of you like he would have wanted to. Washing your face was all he could do as Leckie watched him silently. Never once did Hoosier met his eyes. He kissed your cold lips one last time before he finally got up from his crouched position, you were looking more at peace than you’ve ever been those past days and Hoosier was more devastated that he has ever been in his entire life. He completely ignored every man he crossed path with Chuckler and Runner, simply looking at the ground, eyes burning with unshed tears and head full of your last words. “It’s okay”. The blonde man felt the piece of metal pierce his skin, but he didn’t feel the pain. Finally reaching the welcome darkness of the empty tent, Bill let himself fall against a metal crate, burying head in his hands, clenching his fists in his hair.

“I’m fine.” The chorus of a broken man fulfilled the empty air with sorrow and guilt and despair. Maybe if he said it enough it would be as true as the first time you kissed him, or the first time he told you those three words. As the time will pass by, the snow will cover the lands to be melted by the sun which will be clouded by the rain. As stories are told and some are forgotten in dark foxholes, one truth will remain.

You both were awful liars.

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Quiet Skies (Smithson Utivich x Fem!Reader)

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___________________ May 1942 You and Smithson Utivich... Everyone saw you as two peas in a pod. You were walking down the streets together, one last time. You had spent every single day of your lives together. You were neighbors, gone to the same school, done everything together all your lives. You'd only graduated high school, both of you were going to the same college. It was perfect... But Smitty decided to enlist. He enlisted the day after the US officially entered the war...but he didn't tell you. It was the very first time he didn't tell you something right away... It was May, now, and he was being sent to bootcamp the next day. He smirked as he looked at you. He knew you were hurt he didn't immediately tell you, even though you never breathed a word about it. He did the one thing he knew. He annoyed you.

"I heard people saying Howard was ring shopping." You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. Howard had been your boyfriend for about a year or so, but it just wasn't working. He never quite got over it. He was mostly an annoyance, and ever since he got drafted, he wouldn't quit trying to get you to go out with him again. Probably to get a chance to propose. It seemed to bother you more than Smitty anticipated. It was a joke....kind of... Smitty had a ring, too. It wasn't a wedding ring, it was just his class ring. But, it meant just as much, if not more, if he was honest. "What's the matter?" he asked, as he closed his fist around his class ring, in his pocket. You shook your head, "I don't want to just be a face in someone's locket." "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to be a trophy, waiting around years and years for anyone to come home, and then spend the rest of my life expected to be locked in kitchen, and wait for that same ass to come home every single day. I want to do something. Be something." "Well, you are! You're going to NYU, and-" "Without you." You sounded more reproachful than you intended... He sighed, "Look...there's a million things you can do!" "Yeah, yeah..." You sighed, having seen a million advertisements for factory work, fire engine drivers, the nurse corps, war bonds... You muttered sarcastically, "The possibilities are fucking endless." "Why are you upset?" You looked at him. He was being genuine...He really didn't understand why you were hurting so much. "I can do all that while there's a war, sure...But what if...What if..." "What if what?" "What if you don't come back? What do I do then?" He smirked a little, "Find Howard?" You rolled your eyes, and Smitty chuckled, "Hey, I'm coming back, I promise." You looked at him, and knew you couldn't ask him to stay. But you wondered why you couldn't go with him. He knew just what you were thinking and said, "Y'know the world's too scared to let the girls fight. They know you'd really give 'em hell." You smiled softly, though you could feel a knot of tears in your throat. You looked away, "It's getting late, Smitty..." He nodded, "I'll walk you home, like old times." "We're fucken neighbors, Smitty," You chuckled, and he smiled, "Come on," He nudged you with his elbow as he smiled. He wasn't going to argue or ask anything. He knew you weren't ok. Who would be? You were both quiet on your walk back home. You stopped at your door, and he called out, "Goodnight!" Just as he had every day of his life. You sighed, lowering your keys, as you turned around with teary eyes, and a broken smile. "Goodnight, Smitty." He lingered for a second longer than usual, and you took a breath. You ran back down the steps and threw your arms around him. His arms wrapped around you as you both swayed side to side in your silent goodbye. You pressed your eyes shut as you rested your head on his shoulder. You could have sworn that by the time you let go, and opened your eyes, the war would have been over, years would have passed. Instead, you were still standing by the dim porch light, under the same stars. There was no skipping ahead. Every moment mattered... When it was over, he walked away quietly. He knew you hated saying goodbye, so he didn't put you through that. You slumped down on the steps to your door, and glanced to the side. As he opened his front door, he looked at you with a quiet smile. A wordless promise that you'd see him again. *January, 1943* The newly assembled team of basterds stood in a line, waiting to board a plane that would fly them from England to nazi-occupied France. Aldo chuckled, seeing some of the younger basterds' tense, worried faces. "Don't you worry now, boys. Now, I flown in this here rickety plane before," He chuckled, recognizing that cheeky nose art. "Pilot scared the shit outta me, 'n all them boys when we jumped in Italy. But Flight Officer L/N's one hell of a pilot. Best of the OSS, I'd say." Omar squinted as he looked at the side of the plane, "Are those fucking bullet holes?" Hirschberg was more worried about something else, "That a fucking burn mark under that paint?!" Aldo rolled his eyes, "Well the plane and pilot are still in one goddamn piece, and'll make sure we stay that way too." Donny crossed his arms, annoyed that the clock was ticking, and spotting a storm coming in from the distance, "Speaking of the goddamn pilot, ain't he supposed to be here right about fucken now?" "Sorry to disappoint, boys." You marched in, grinning, knowing you threw Donny off. Donny stammered as you turned to Aldo, and saluted him, "Lieutenant Raine." He grinned, though he shota glance at the rest of the basterds, reminding them that you outranked them, "Flight Officer L/N." You stood in front of your plane, and looked at the basterds, waiting. They each saluted you, including the dumb-struck staff sergeant.

The very last one to salute you, though, was none other than Smithson Utivich. His hand was shaking, his knees felt weak, and his mouth dropped. You stopped for a moment. You knew this day would come... But what else could you do? You filed each basterd into the plane. Smitty was the last one. You both waited a moment, standing outside the plane. You smiled, "I"m so proud of you, Sm-" He threw his arms around you, "Y/n, where have you....WH...What are you doing here?!" "Flying you to France?" He rolled his eyes, "I thought...I didn't know..." You chuckled, "I know...Come on, let's not keep anyone waiting." "But-" You looked back at him, "There'll be time, some day...private." You chuckled, and he couldn't really say anything. "I can't believe you fucking outrank me," he laughed as he climbed into the plane. The moment he stepped in, the rest of the basterds were straight-faced and looking right at him. "What?" Omar managed to sputter, "You know L/n?" He raised his eyebrow in confusion, and nodded, "All my life..." Donny smirked, "And you didn't introduce us because-"

"I didn't know she joined the army..." Utivich cracked a smile, and glanced back to the front of the plane. He was proud of you. The rest of the flight, he couldn't help but glance at you. He was quiet, compared to the rest of the basterds. The whole flight was relatively smooth, until you flew just over Nazi occupied France. The plane was immediately met with machine gun fury. You flipped the light, signaling the basterds' imminent jump. Aldo jumped first, saluted you with a sly grin, as he shouted over the howling winds, "See ya 'round, kid!" One by one, they each jumped. You were taking heavy fire, and knew you had to get out of there soon. You glanced back, and realized Utivich was still there. He was looking right at you, with wide, terrified eyes. You shouted just loud enough for him to hear, "I can handle this! Go!" He stopped at the exit, and looked back at you, "Y/n....give 'em hell." He was hesitating, his eyes were teary as they looked into yours. Suddenly, your plane took another hit, and one of the engines caught fire. "FUCK." You were going down. You marched over to Utivich, "Oh what the hell..." You muttered as you pulled him close to yourself, and kissed him. As you did, he slipped something into your pocket... Speechless, he looked right at you, as you shouted loud enough for him to hear, "Goodnight, Smitty." "What?!" You pushed him out of the plane, and rushed back to the controls, trying to get a hold over the plane, doing every last thing you could. He screamed as he parachuted down, getting out every ounce of anger and fear. He wasn't afraid of the nazis, the machine guns, or the fire. He was afraid of losing you So he screamed your name, watching as smoke engulfed your plane. By the time he touched the ground, he could barely see the fiery carcass of the plane, struggling to stay in the sky. Any ounce of hope was drowned out by distant engines and gunfire. He was silent, as he kneeled in the mud, watching the lights in the skies through teary eyes. He watched until the rest of the basterds, already regrouped, and found him. Smitty never knew what exactly happened to you. He wasn't legally anything special to you, so there was no reason for the OSS to say a word to him. He wasn't even allowed to get letters from his mother... And if anything happened to you, she'd know from your mother. But he didn't get to know... So every time he saw the stars, he wondered what happened that night. He wondered where you were... Years went by and he didn't know a thing at all. But, after everything he saw during his time at war, he expected the worst. So when it was all said and done... when he finally went home, he still didn't know what had become of you. It was 1945 now... He got out of the cab, and went to his house, just at the top of the hill in the neighborhood. He walked past your house, and his heart was heavy, seeing the dim porch light was on, just as it always was. He couldn't face your parents... If you died the night you flew him over France, they probably weren't allowed to know anything about the mission. They wouldn't have known he was there. He won the war, but his eyes were heavy, and his mind was guilty thinking he'd lost you. He was tired. The medal of honor was still around his neck, and it would hold the weight of the world until he saw you again. He could barely lift his arm as he held out his keys to the front door. He didn't have to. His mother heard the keys she hadn't heard it years, and flung the doors open, and pulled him inside. For a moment, he could breathe. He slowly raised his arms and held her, his keys dropped on the ground. There would be time to pick them up later.

When the tears and hellos were done, and his family went to bed, he snuck out to the porch. A few years before, he wouldn't have gone past the hallway without being caught. But he made it to the porch, and sat on the steps. He could hear a car driving slowly down the street. It was strange... It was past midnight. You'd always lived in such a quiet neighborhood, he wondered if someone was working as a nurse or something like that now. Maybe that was all. Then he heard footsteps, but thought nothing of it. He sat quietly, looking in the quiet skies, thinking of nothing. Quiet skies....that wasn't something he didn't know he missed until that very night. For a moment, everything was quiet. There were no footsteps, no cars, no crickets. He hardly noticed. He only noticed when he heard a sound he'd heard all his life, and a voice to go along with it. "Goodnight, Smitty!" You called out from your porch, as you held your keys to the door. You were still in your uniform. You'd set a dufflebag down on the steps. He stood up immediately, though his knees were shaking. He ran over, and threw his arms around you, "You're alive!" "I promised I'd give em hell, didn't I?" You smiled as you wiped away his tears with your thumb. That didn't stop you from tearing up through your smile, as you held on to his collar, "But you ended the war, didn't you?" "I wouldn't have even made it there if you weren't there. This medal...it belongs to you." You giggled, and shook your head, "No Smitty. It's yours." You smiled softly, and held his hand. He looked down, and saw you wearing his class ring. That was what he'd slipped into your pocket before he dropped into France. He nodded, understanding, and smiled a little, though his voice was still breaking. "I know you didn't want to be a face in a locket...but you were always on my mind." He looked up at the sky, "I didn't know what happened to you that night...every time I saw the stars, I wondered....I wondered if I'd see you again..." You sighed softly, heart slightly broken. You swore you wouldn't wait around for some soldier boy to come home... It never occured to you that a soldier boy was hoping you would come home. You placed your hands on his cheeks, "I promised..." He nodded, "I know... I know you did..." He smiled softly, and looked at you. There was no more waiting. No more wondering... There was no hesitation. You kissed again. This time, under dim porchlihgt, instead of by the hellfire of a downed engine. This time, surrounded by familiar places, instead of smoke. This time, you were under quiet skies, instead of the roaring ones you knew not so long ago. This time, as you looked into each other's eyes.... You were home.

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