#This fanfic also as a ~ which means smutt or fluff

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Beyond the Boundaries~

Merry Christmas, Everybridie! This is the first time I have done a Secret Santa exchange! My recipient was @moonvarion. I hope you like this short fanfic I did for you ^_^

Summary: Hiyoko brings a Christmas present that allows Nageki to go beyond the boundaries of his prison which is the library. This Contains spoilers!

Word Count: 2,514

Like always, Nageki woke up in the same corner of the library without the knowledge of how long this "sleep" lasted. They were happening more often now, as they always do in winter. Apparently, ghosts need warmth to appear and having it in the Saint Pigeonation's library was an extremely rare thing. Anyway, at least there was a blanket for him to lie on now. It didn't offer him warmth or any sort of comfort physically. But, it did emotionally. It reminded him that he had good friends who truly cared about him and that was the best feeling in the world. However, it did also bring a strange sense of familiarity Nageki couldn't understand. With a sigh, Nageki stood up and shook both his feathers and wings to loosen them up. He then looked around, wondering what he should do today. After all, it was the Christmas holiday, wasn't it? Everybirdie will be at home celebrating with their families. That thought made Nageki wonder what his family was doing. Surely, he had one. Everybirdie has some sort of family, right? Maybe not made out of genetics, but made out of love and affection. 

"Love is not made by blood, it is made by caring for each other so much that you'd do anything, anything at all, for them"

Somebiridie once told Nageki that. Who was it? Why couldn't he remember them? All he knew about the mysterious bird was that he had a soft and caring voice. If Nageki had to compare it to anything then it would be a hug. Soft, warm, always welcoming, and loving. 

With another big sigh, Nageki walked to the window. Oh...It was snowing pretty badly too, if the forming ice on the glass was anything to go by. If any birdie living went out there they would no doubt freeze to death. Meanwhile, as a ghost, he wouldn't. Not like he wanted to go out there anyway. What would be the point? He wouldn't be able to feel the crackling snow underneath his feet, or the snowflakes that would fall gently and gracefully on his feathers. Suddenly, a flash of blue snapped Nageki out of his depressing thoughts. Was it lightening as well as snowing? Was that even possible? A second flash of blue a few seconds later made him realize that it wasn't happening outside, but inside.

Feeling both confused and curious, Nageki turned just to see beautiful snowflake Christmas decorations flashing above him in soft and calming tones of sunset orange. Nageki watched as the light nearest to him flashed then the one after it, then so on, causing him to feel tempted to follow it. But, could he? Was it safe? Curiosity killed the cat after all...

But, not a ghost…

Nothing in this world could kill a ghost. Well, not to his knowledge anyway. 

The lights flashed again, so beautifully that Nageki threw all caution out of the window and began to follow them. They had to lead somewhere and it was probably a little silly but Nageki hoped it would be somewhere different. Somewhere, he could escape his prison for a while. Somewhere that wouldn’t make him regret his decision to come back here instead of going onto the train with the King and the Migrant.  

He wasn't disappointed when he arrived at the end of the Christmas light trail. As there, stood proudly in the middle of the library was the most magnificent and beautiful Christmas tree he had ever seen. Soft glows of green, blue, red, and orange sparkled between the dark green branches of the Christmas tree. Each one, was as beautiful as the next, illuminating the dark library and the gold tinsel on the tree with the beautiful glow of a rainbow. That wasn't all though. There were stunning baubles shaped like Santa Claus, Christmas trees, candy canes, and round baubles that had faces of snowmen or were gold and red with glitter. But then, one decoration in particular captured his interest, so he slowly and gently reached his right wing to touch it. Now looking closely at it he realized that it was shaped like a N with what looked like shelves with books inside. Immediately, he smiled, his beak opening up to curve at the end. This was obviously a present for him and there was only one friend who knew him this well and cared for him this much and knowing Hiyoko, she wouldn’t do anything like this without leaving some way of communication. With that in mind, Nageki flipped his present over and read the engraving he found there: “Look under the tree, love Hiyoko”

At that moment, Nageki felt his heart flutter like his wings would if he took flight because this could only mean that there could be another present for him, right? That thought made his heart flutter again, this time it wasn’t just because of affection but also because of excitement. He slowly lowered himself down to look underneath the tree to find a literal winter wonderland with figures of snowmen, polar bears, reindeer, Iglu’s, and snow hills and balls. The sight of it made Nageki wish that there was some magical way he could live in this little snow village but, there was a large rectangular-shaped present waiting for him so he was going to pull it out and hold it in his wings.

“I hope you like it, Nageki”

For a second, Nageki thought that Hiyoko’s voice was inside his head because he was reading the card on the present but then he quickly realized there wasn’t one.

But that could only mean…No way…Surely, she wouldn’t…

A turn of the head told Nageki that yes, she totally did. However, he was shocked and rather relieved to see that his human friend wasn’t frozen like an icicle.

“How did you?” Nageki stuttered out wondering if that question would have an answer that would be logical. “That’s not important”

No, of course, it wouldn’t, that would be expecting too much…

“Open your present, I hope you like it” Hiyoko excitedly said, her amber eyes flicking down to the present in Nageki’s wings, shifting closer to him on her knees.

“Go on” she said moving to knock him with her shoulder playfully just to end up falling shoulder first onto the floor which had the Mourning Dove snorting in amusement. How on earth could she possibly forget that he isn’t solid? The embarrassment on Hiyoko’s made it painfully obvious that she was wondering the same thing. But then, that famous smile of hers went on her face as her beautiful eyes flicked to Nageki’s present yet again.

Feeling another flutter within his heart, Nageki slowly opened his present with his wings. Feeling thankful that Christmas wrapping paper was so delicate that even a ghost could get into it without much effort. Plus, the fact that Hiyoko didn't go overboard with the Sellotape did help matters a lot. Underneath the dark green paper that was littered with red and white candy canes and ginger beard men was a large book named:

[The Christmas Village within the mountains]

The picture on the cover was of a beautiful wooden cottage covered in a small amount of snow and an unbelievable amount of Christmas decorations. 

Wanting to see what else this book had to offer Nageki slowly opened it to the first page, Hiyoko shifting closer to him as he did so. Together they looked down at the picture of the welcoming sign of the village. It was truly beautiful. Faux Holly vines were wrapped around the poles and travelled across the top of the sign where artificial mistletoe and red and white flowers. On the next page was a footpath covered by thick snow and surrounded by pine trees which also was covered in snow but also gold and red tinsel and baubles. Not only that, but between the trees were hanging snowflakes, stars, and flags. The footpath itself was surprisingly decorated too. It wasn't much. Just a trail of gold, green and red strings travelling upwards beside large deep footprints that were obviously made by heavy snow boots. All of this together made Nageki wonder what was at the end of this winter Christmas trail. Luckily, the answer was on the next page. 

So, he turned it...

Waiting for him were pictures of a wonderful village square that had rows and rows of market stalls. Above them were rows of orange circular lights, all of which were like fireflies in the night sky. Then on the next page were close-ups of the stalls, showing off what each one sold. There was one stall selling the most delicious-looking shortbread, cookies, bread, and gingerbread in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Another one sold stunning handmade Christmas decorations and stockings. Another sold toys and teddies. Then there was one that sold clothes. Another that sold traditional Christmas foods from all over the world. Just when Nageki thought that this page couldn’t get any better, he discovered that there was a little round sticker in the corner of each picture.

“What is this for?” He asked Hiyoko in confusion, wondering what on earth would happen if he rubbed at the sticker like it told him to. “Oh! This is really cool!” Hiyoko answered excitedly, rubbing the sticker so quickly and with so much strength that Nageki worried she would somehow find a way to find a fire. Thankfully, she didn’t. However, she still did something strange which was to sniff her arm with a hungry groan.

Okay…That was…Odd…

“You smell, Nageki!” Hiyoko then said to him holding her battered arm in front of him, her quick movement causing him to flinch backwards. But now, he was just staring at her arm in absolute confusion. That certainly wasn’t a normal request. Yet again, when did Hiyoko and a normal conversation go hand in hand? Almost everything the human did was bizarre, impossible, confusing, or somehow all three.

“Go on, it smells delicious!” Her arm smelt delicious? How did that even make any sense? This was definitely a conversation that was all those three things. “Hurry before it goes!”

Wanting this conversation to make some sense, Nageki slowly smelt Hiyoko’s arm. It was the strangest thing he has ever done but it was almost the greatest. He smelt her arm again and hummed. The smell of sugar-covered shortbread filled his nostrils, the smell was so alluring, and intoxicating that it made his stomach rubble which should have been impossible because of the whole ghost thing. It also made him wish that he could stick out his tongue and taste the incredible food. Not on Hiyoko’s arm of course, because that would be totally weird. But on the page…That thought made him look down at the other pictures and see what their circles contained. The clothing stall had a small circle made out of the softest material Nageki had ever felt. The toy stall circle had a small bird paper toy that flapped its wings if you pulled the paper lever.

Then came the next page, on it was a game where you had to decorate the picture of the Christmas tree that was sat in the middle of the market square stalls. Nageki couldn’t remember the last time he decorated a tree but somehow, he could remember that he always did it with somebiridie else. Somebiridie who he cared for and so, he shifted closer to Hiyoko so they could do it together. When the tree was decorated it wasn’t as dramatic or exquisite as the one in the library, but it was theirs and that is what made it special and perfect. Nageki wasn’t surprised at all, he and Hiyoko has always made a great team. This was proven yet again when they turned to the next page as it ended up being four different Find the Hidden Objects game that were in different locations in the village as they ended up finding all of them easily.

Then came a normal photo album of the rest of the village showcasing the school, hospital, church, shops, huts, shacks, and houses. All of them as beautiful as the next. All of them going overboard with Christmas decorations. Then came the famous mountain of the village, the photos taking you up the trail mile by mile until finally, the photographer reached the top. The view was astonishing. There was nothing but cloud after cloud, the lights of the village below reflecting through them so wonderfully.

“I wish that I was there” Hiyoko said to him, stretching out her arms as she did so “I want to feel the cold wind underneath my arms” “I do too” “So, let’s do it!”

Before he could even figure out a reply to that Hiyoko was gone, returning seconds later with a large desk fan, she turned it on to the highest speed which caused the branches of the large Christmas tree in front of them to rustle angrily. But, it was perfect. Nageki stood up, closed his eyes, stretched out his wings, and leaned forward a little. Like this, he could pretend he was above that mountain and embracing the powerful winds. Winds that made him feel so free. He just wanted to flap his wings and fly above those clouds in the picture. But, no matter how powerful his imagination was, Nageki already knew he couldn’t. That didn’t mean he couldn’t just enjoy the feel though. Flying for birds was a natural thing that they all took for granted, none of them embracing how much fun it could be.

After what seemed like an eternity, Nageki folded his light brown wings back into his side, in response to the rustling sound they made Hiyoko turned off the fan.

“Thanks, Hiyoko, that was amazing…This book is amazing” “It doesn’t stop there!” Hiyoko smiled brilliantly, moving to get the backpack that has apparently been sitting beside her all this time to pull out a large plastic food container.

“I asked Mr Nanaki to make us the food in this book. It took four months, three house fires, and one food-tasting trail with Miru and Kaku for him to get it right”

“Hiyoko…That is very thoughtful but I’m a ghost, I can’t eat”

“Yeah but you can smell, and if you understand a smell well enough then you can taste it” she replied and even though Nageki didn’t know how he felt about that logic, he didn’t have the heart to argue or question it.

“Alright, I will try…What else do you have?” “I’m glad you asked! I’ve got two travel books in my backpack and I thought we’d travel through the world together underneath this tree while we or rather I eat” “Let the adventure begin” Nageki smiled wishing for the first time that night that he was indeed solid because right now, he’d give anything to snuggle beside Hiyoko while she showed him the world beyond the library.

For now, though, he’ll just enjoy this new adventure beyond his boundaries with her…

….Fin….   

[nrdmssgs]

Hi! I'd like to request something about my OC and Ghost if it's alright with you and you're still taking requests. No pressure and absolutely no rush. If I missed that you're not taking requests at the moment, I'm sorry.

I'm writing a fanfic about my OC, and to know her better I'll link my headcanons of her https://www.tumblr.com/gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot/718834905462751232/sergeant-christine-riot-vega-task-force-141?source=share

I'm feeling a bit down with life and my fic so I thought I'd request something about them to cheer me up. Of course feel free to not answer or not do it, it's perfectly ok!

If you decide to do it, I'd prefer something fluff/smut (smutty fluff? fluffy smutt? :D ) or just fluff/comfort, whatever is fine, really. My fic is a slow burn and although there are signs (and I have their first kiss already written), I'd love to see something with them already established. In my head, although both are deeply traumatised (both having undergone torture and lost their families) their relationship is surprisingly healthy.

Again, should you have other questions, or just discard this completely, it's completely fine. Thank you for reading!

Masterlist Fluff with a sprinkle of smut in the end Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x OC of @gamergirlbones

Summary: Just a quiet evening with a silly game.

TW: A bit of smut under cut

Authors note: I hope, this makes you smile for at least a minute. I really wanted to keep things fluffy and comforting. This all is taking place long after their first kiss (and maybe confessions).

One of those evenings

“Your turn, Lt.” 

Ghost blinked and looked around. If it wasn't for his mask, all others would see his puzzled expression right now. “Where were we?” Ghost voice is calm and steady, as if he wasn't desperately trying to remember, at what point of discussion his mind drifted away somewhere far. 

“Ehm, we are all captured and sentenced to death. Each of us gets a last wish. No limits, but no cheating like ‘i wish for a 1000 wishes’ either.” As Gaz was reminding him of what were they discussing, Simon silently looked from one face to another, trying to guess, who came up with such an idea. Ghost was mentally betting on Johnny, but deep inside he knew that Riot could also offer such a grim game theme at the end of the day.

“So what would you wish for?” “A gun.”

A collective sigh of disappointment swept over the campfire around which they had all gathered. “We agreed to not cheat,” groaned Gaz. “Hey, I'm ok with that answer. It means, mine is still the best!” Soap is shining with pride, but Riot protests. “Hey, that's just not fair. We were competing to find the funniest of us - not the most strategic-minded. Ghost deserves a second chance on this one.”

“You want my last wish to be absurd?” Simon scoffs. “What am I supposed to ask for? A fucking cup of tea?”

“Na-a-ah, the parade in my honor is still funnier.” Soap winks at Riot and adds ‘Ok, Lt, last chance. Give us your best shot’.

Ghosts eyes travel down to his side, where Riot sits, but he stops himself. “I'd wish to relive one of those evenings.” Silence reigns around the campfire. Everyone seems to be waiting for him to elaborate.

***

Simons mind drifts to one of the memories, he values the most. That time, he managed to sneak her from the base, keep her to himself for some time. It was a dream come true: a few days of peace in her loving hands. From the moment, she exited his car and stepped into tall grass, coming closer to his remote cabin, till the moment she kissed him goodbye a few days later - this was heaven. On the first evening they made a bonfire, just like the one, they were sitting around right now. Only that time there were just the two of them.

The crackle of burning logs mingled with the din of crickets at sunset. He crawled over to her chair, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder. 

"It turns out I needed it." Her voice was tired and soft. “Of course you did. You've been burning that candle at both ends for too long.” Ghost felt, he should have made her go on this brief vacation earlier. “I know, how stressful it can get. Mission after mission, then obstacle courses back on the base, advanced weaponry, physical training…” Ghost reached for her hand, held it lightly, and barely touched his lips to the top of it. “And at the end of the day, you are left with a shittone of paperwork.” Christine winced. 

“Oh, don't get me started on that one.” His croaky voice left a tingling feeling somewhere deep inside her chest. As if they communicated now not only verbally, although his touch was still pure and undemanding. Her body was exhausted, her mind - drifted to sleep. “Come on, let's get you to the bed,” Ghost whispered, not wanting to distract her peaceful state of mind. But when she refused and asked to ‘leave her right on this chair under the stars’, he rose without letting go of her hand and added: “Make your lieutenant proud: get up.”

“So many ways to abuse your rank, Lt. And still, you choose the most innocent one…” Christine murmured, but stood up and let him lead the way. It was only when she was undressed, bathed and nicely tucked with a cozy blanket, when Ghost finally answered her: “I'll use and abuse my rank in every most unholy way once you get a nice sleep, love.” Maybe it was banal fatigue, or maybe it was a burning eagerness to find out how he could ‘abuse his higher rank’, but she felt asleep quickly enough in his arms, catching the last seconds of her waking moments as he softly kissed her temple.

***

“One of those evenings?” Someone around the campfire finally vocalizes the question, that hung up in the air, since Ghost made his ‘last wish’. 

“Ahem, how about we all agree that Soap won and call it a night?” Riot looks around and, without waiting for their answer, gets up and moves away towards one of the small shacks that served to 141 as temporary shelters before the start of the operation.

Ghost waits for a while, he always does. Just to stand up a bit later and disappear somewhere in the woods, tangling his traces. Their bond with Riot may be obvious to others, but he still keeps it all low.

He comes in to her cabin so quietly, it's almost impossible to hear his steps. But Riot always knows, when Simon gets closer to her, as if she feels his presence with some kind of the sixth Sense. So when he stops before a small sink to freshen up, it's actually her, who surprises him, sliding her fragile palms under his shirt.

“One of those evenings? Care to elaborate?” Simon practically hears her smiling, as she asks that. His hand covers hers under his shirt. “Go wait for me in bed, love. I'll be there in five.” Their voices are muffled, his fingers sink into the rye-gold of her hair, the other hand cradles her body in the most careful loving embrace. “Evenings, when I can steal you for myself alone.” His lips are brushing against her jawline. “Evenings, when you can feel safe in my hands.” His body is radiating with heat, making her pull off her shirt after a short time. “Evenings, when you don't need to be strong and composed, and can lose yourself under my touch.”

Eventually her pants are too so warm and uncomfortable. Simon helps her out of them. They stay snuggled as he keeps describing her his last wish, his chin resting on top of her head, his fingers slowly drifting up and down her spine. Christines mind slowly drifts as he purrs his most treasured memories of them two into her ear. At the back of her mind, she questions herself, how many of those evenings are there left. But his heat and the hardness beneath Christine make her forget those fears. The way he, a hardened soldier, a living breathing legend of the battlefields frowns under her touch… The way his breath hitches every time her fingers casually slide up the inside of his thigh… This is all too much to still count their coming evenings. Simon too eventually stops reminiscing on the past and concentrates on what is important right now: her in his hands. His fingers slowly caressing her through the underwear, his lips forming the most beautiful, yet unspoken words along her ears and neck. Christine - not Riot, but his Christine looses her quiet and a tad bitter demeanor the moment his mouth slants over hers, pulling her into his lap, her panties pulled to the side. He makes her forget that stupid game, forget her doubts and pains with a first solid thrust. Rolling her over, cradling her body underneath his, dragging small whimpers and moans from her lips - this is another night to remember. Another night, he'd wish, he could relive again and again. 

After her first release Simon lowers his mouth to her ear and asks “Any particular wishes for your second round, dear?”. Her eyes are wet, darkened with a thick veil of desire. “You were so gentle… I'd love you to be bolder this time.” “How much, love?” His smile is loving, but his voice grows somewhat sinister.

She grits her teeth and exhales. “I want it rough. I want to feel every vein, every single inch… But not your mercy this time.”

His chuckle is low, and dark, and not at all soothing as his palm slides up to squeeze her breast. “Is that all?”

She shudders a breath, realizing what a deep void she has just discovered.

[shiftingparadise]

Hii 😊 I hope you're having an awesome day. I love reading your fanfics so I'm here to request a professional attorney!Levi x female reader (angst+fluff+a little bit of smutt with a happy ending.)

So here's how the story goes: reader is a victim of domestic violence of her ex-boyfriend (you can name him after whatever you want 😁). Reader used to live with him because he used to be very sweet and loving. He didn't show his true colors after Levi moved to live with him. After a year of their relationship he started beating her up, insulting her and threatening her with her life if she tells anyone. One day she manages to run away from his abuse (which was almost killing her) and contact one of her best friends (our boy Levi) who's a renowned lawyer. Levi used to have a crush on reader but when her boyfriend stepped in and he saw them happy he didn't meddle. You can decide how Levi reacts to her call 😊❤ Also I thought it would be cool if you could write lawyer Levi defending reader in the courtroom masterfully and knowing how she was abused her boyfriend gets arrested for what he did to reader and eventually reader releases a sigh of relief. Levi confesses to reader eventually and things turn hot in the end 😍😘❤🔥 Thanks in advance! 🌹

aw, thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 . I'm sorry this took so long, but I really wanted to take my time writing this one! I loved this idea, and I feel like Levi would be so protective and caring towards the reader 🥺 . I hope you like it, enjoy reading! 🤍

It's pretty angsty in the beginning, so if you're not comfortable with this topic, please skip this story  🤍

Word count: 6462

‘Please stop’, you tried to control your breathing, heart beating out of your chest, fingers desperately tucking on the soft fabric of your sheets, ‘P-please, I didn`t mean t-‘. 

Your words were cut short, fingers now digging in your hair, pulling you away from the mattress. 

‘Doesn`t matter, I told you to immediately come home after work. Who knows where a bitch like you has been running off to? Bet you went to see that piece of shit again, didn’t you? Thought I made it clear last time that I don’t want you to see him again’, your boyfriend’s voice filled up the entire room, and fear took over your senses. ‘N-no! Of course not. Zeke, really, I-I didn’t-‘, ‘Stop crying, a little whore like you doesn’t deserve to be treated like a woman’, Zeke tightened his grip on your hair, making sure your scalp was hurting before he dragged you from the bed. 

You desperately placed both hands on his wrist, trying to ease the pain. 

‘Please’, voice shaking when you could see him lifting his hand in the air. You didn’t want this, you didn’t deserve this. ‘Tch’, Zeke smirked at you, ‘You know this is your fault, right? You made me angry. You could’ve avoided all of this, but no, you made me do this’. 

Did you? His words cast doubt in your mind. Even though you just went to the store to get some dinner, you knew you had to go straight home from work. Zeke had made it clear he didn’t want you to do something else before you got home. 

‘You think I enjoy this?’. A shiver left your body when you could feel his free hand gently hover over your cheek before he smacked you again. ‘I asked you a question Y/N’, he once again tightened the grip on your hair before he dragged you across the floor into the bathroom. ‘Look at yourself. Look how pathetic you are’, Zeke pulled you up from the ground, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. 

 You slowly opened your eyes, vision blurry from the tears that kept streaming down your face. All you could see in that mirror was a mess. Lips bruised, a drop of blood still hanging on your chin; a bruised eye, barely able to open itself; nose running; … 

‘I said look’, you could feel your cheek being pressed against the cold mirror, a tiny cloud of fog appearing. You couldn’t reply, only sobs and whimpers escaped from your mouth. 

You didn’t understand what happened, what made Zeke act the way he did. He used to treat you so well, always so kind and thoughtful. Always buying you flowers, opening every door, pulling your chair back... He always listened to you, making sure you had everything you needed… But everything changed when you moved in with him. He made you slowly, but surely, distance yourself from your friends and family, and once you had no one left, he became a monster. He started telling you how you were nothing without him, how he took care of you; how ungrateful you were when you tried to stick up for yourself…. He manipulated you and you fell right into his trap. 

‘I’m sure you want to call Levi again? Right? Want me to smack your phone again, like the last time? He didn’t even pick up, that’s how much he cares about you’. At this point, you were afraid the pressure would cause the mirror to shatter. ‘N-No Zeke, I wasn-‘, ‘What’s wrong?’, you could feel his hot breath against your ear, his knee forcefully pulling your legs apart, ‘You’re nothing but a cheap whore Y/N, you deserve this’. 

Your heart was beating even faster. No one deserved this, not even you. You were sure of it. Maybe you were a bad girlfriend, a bad person even. Perhaps he was right, maybe no one cared about you… But this was wrong. No one deserved to go through this. 

‘Zeke, no, please stop. I-I don’t want this!’, you begged, over and over again. ‘You don’t want this?’, Zeke chuckled in response, ‘You’re mine. I can take you wherever and whenever I want… I can take you how I want, even lovingly and delicately, but that’s not what you deserve, is it?’.

His hand forcefully pulled you away from the mirror, pushing your head down in the sink underneath it. You could hear him undo his pants before he pulled up your skirt. You started to panic. Zeke hurt you, more times than you could count, but he never did this. He never forced himself onto you like this. Was he ever going to stop? Things only got worse at this point, where would it end? Your body stuffed in a dirty bag underneath the ground? You had to get out, you had to run, even if that meant leaving your belongings behind. If you didn’t escape now, if you didn’t run from this monster, you would end up dead. 

‘Z-zeke stop’, you cried out, hands reaching behind your back, trying to push him away from you, ‘Don’t forget what happens if you ever decide to open that dumb mouth of yours to someone’. Once again, he pulled on your hair, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your earlobe, ‘I’ll use you over and over again until your body can’t take it anymore, and once I’ve decided that I’m done with you, I’ll be sure that the last thing you’ll ever see is my hand around your throat’.

Something in your mind clicked when you could feel his fingers tangle themselves with the thin fabric of your slip, venomous words still flowing from his lips. Without thinking, you grabbed one of the glasses with your toothbrush in it. You couldn’t see where you had to throw it, but you didn’t need to, your instincts had taken over. You wouldn’t let this happen to you, even if you deserved it, even if you had nowhere to go. 

‘Get off me!’, you grabbed the glass and smacked it on the hand that was tangled in your hair. You didn’t hesitate when you could hear your boyfriend grunt out in pain, grabbing his wrist to look at the blood that was spilling from his hand, ‘Fucking bitch!’, you could hear him yell behind you, but you didn’t look back. Instead, you ran as fast as you could to the door of the apartment, not even bothering to grab your purse. You needed to run, to get away from him before he could lay his hands on you again. 

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‘L-Levi?’, you were shaking, one hand carefully placed in between your thighs, ‘I-it’s me, Y/N’. 

You tried to stay strong, to sound brave, but you knew the police officer across the room saw right through your act. After you managed to escape, you didn’t know what to do. All you knew was that you kept running on your bare feet, hoping you’d come across someone to ask for their phone, but the cold kept everyone inside. With nowhere else to go, you went to the police station, but you didn’t tell them what happened, or why you were running through the cold air of the night with no shoes on your feet. Of course, the officers looked strange at you and asked if you were alright, but you couldn’t tell them. Zeke would kill you if you did, or worse, he would go after the persons you cared about. So, you asked them if you could use a phone, and without thinking, you dialed the number of the only person you could trust, your friend, Levi. 

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You carefully entered Levi’s apartment; arms crossed while your fingers were clutching onto his coat that he’d wrapped around you when he picked you up.

‘Are you okay? Here’, he removed his hand from your back before he walked into a room, probably his bedroom, and appeared again with some socks in his hands. ‘Your feet must be freezing’, Levi sat down on one knee before you, gently grabbing your ankle before putting on the socks. He didn’t leave time for you to protest, but the lump inside your throat made it impossible to talk anyway. ‘Tch’, you could feel Levi’s soft hands tighten around your ankle, his free digits softly stroking across the bruises on your leg. ‘Sorry’, you said softly, pulling your foot away. ‘I-I’ll fill up the tub, please make yourself comfortable. I’ll make you some tea in a minute’, Levi didn’t look at you, he just stood back up and disappeared into his bathroom. 

You just stood there, frozen. You didn’t know what to do or what to say. It was obvious that Levi felt uncomfortable. Guilt was already washing over you, after all, it was your fault he felt this way. 

‘Y/N? Are you alright? You haven’t moved’, Levi reappeared from the bathroom, a towel in his hand. ‘I’m sorry’, you whispered, ‘I shouldn’t have called you’. You let the coat slip from your shoulders before you made your way to the door. ‘Don’t go’, you could feel Levi’s hand on your bruised wrist, causing you to hiss in pain. ‘Fuck’, Levi widened his eyes, quickly removing his hand, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.. please Y/N, please, stay’, he said softly, ‘I know we haven’t seen each other in a long time, but it’s fine, I was never mad if that’s what you’re worried about’. 

You didn’t respond. How could he be so gentle towards you when you’ve been ignoring his messages and calls for months now. He was one of your closest friends and you ignored him. 

‘I-If I’d respond he’d hurt me’, your voice sounded tired, even raspy. ‘Who? The person who did this to you? Where’s Zeke? Aren’t you two together anymore?’, Levi desperately tried to figure out what happened. ‘Z-zeke did this’, you closed your eyes. It didn’t take long before tears were rolling down your cheeks. You never told anyone, but if you knew you would feel this relieved, you would’ve done it sooner. ‘W-what?’, you didn’t recognize Levi’s voice anymore, ‘Wh-what did you say?’, Levi placed his hand on your shoulder. The unexpected touch caused you to flinch. ‘Y/N?’, Levi widened his eyes when he saw your reaction. He slowly placed his hand on your shoulder again, turning you towards him. 

You couldn’t look at Levi. You felt ashamed. Ashamed that you let someone treat you like this, ashamed that the corner of your lip was swollen, your eye bruised, unable to open properly. You felt ashamed Levi saw the bruise Zeke left on your leg when he decided to smack your phone on it when you called Levi a while ago. 

‘Y/N?’, you could feel Levi placing his thumb under your chin, slowly lifting your head so that he could take in all the bruises and blood on your face. ‘I’m sorry’, you whimpered, ‘I’m so sorry’, you sobbed while looking at him. 

Levi was a handsome, collected man. There usually wasn’t any form of emotion on his face, so seeing him look at you like this made you widen your eyes. He looked as if he was ready to kill someone, hate clouded his eyes, his thumb now softly shaking under your chin. 

‘How long has this been going on Y/N?’, he didn’t blink, nor did he move a single muscle. ‘Ever since I moved in with him’, you said softly, ‘T-that’s why I didn’t reply to your messages.. I tried to call you, but before you could pick up the phone, Zeke had already taken it away from me’. ‘Why didn’t you leave? Why didn’t you come to me?’, Levi raised his voice, not with anger, but his words were laced with concern. ‘B-because he told me no one cares about me, that I’m just a burden to everyone’, you took a step back, a cold spot now on the place where Levi had his fingers. ‘Tch’, Levi closed his eyes, knowing he had to keep calm. He didn’t want to scare you, he didn’t want you to be scared of him. ‘Come on kid, let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll get some new clothes for you tomorrow. For now, you can sleep in my shirt’, ‘N-no it’s fine, I’ll get my stuff tomor-‘, ‘Y/N, you’re not going back to that apartment, God knows what he’ll do to you’, Levi interrupted you, ‘The police will get your stuff along with him’. ‘No!’, you quickly blurted out, ‘He’ll kill me, o-or you if I go to the police’. ‘You know I’m a lawyer, right?’, you softly nodded in response, ‘Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll make sure he never leaves prison, I promise. Now let’s get you cleaned up’. 

You could feel Levi placing his hand behind your back, guiding you to his bathroom. Levi lived in a luxurious apartment, which wasn’t surprising since he was one of the best – and so naturally, the most expensive – lawyers in town. 

‘If there’s anything you need, please call me’, Levi said softly while turning off the tap. You nodded at him, which gave Levi the sign he could leave. 

You walked past the mirror, slowly seating yourself on the edge of the tub so you could undress. You tried to look as little as possible at your own body, you didn’t want the memories of Zeke hurting you to pop up in your head. 

You slowly got up after you slipped out of your skirt, walking towards the shirt Levi had placed next to the sink. You slowly let your digits run over the soft fabric, noticing how clean everything was. Without noticing, your gaze slowly moved towards the mirror. 

‘W-why did I let this happen’, you whispered, trying to hold back tears while your digits were running over the bruises on your collarbone, slowly moving upwards your neck, seeing his fingers imprinted on the side of it. ‘What did I do wrong to deserve this’, your fingers now trailing over your bruised lip, a stinging sensation took over when you tried to wipe the blood away. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. For the first time in a year, you could find the time to break down, to feel your emotions. All the fear, the hurt, the anger, you could feel it raining down on you. 

‘Y/N? Are you okay?’, Levi softly knocked on the bathroom door once he heard your cries, your heavy breaths. You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. You could see all the memories flashing before your eyes, causing you to collapse on the floor, arms placed over your head to protect yourself. 

‘Y/N?’, Levi’s knocks became louder, but by now your mind wasn’t in his apartment anymore. In your mind, you were lying on your bathroom floor, back in Zeke’s apartment. The white floor is stained with your blood, while you’re trying to stop the bleeding from your nose, pleading for him to stop. 

By now Levi had told you he was going to enter, he had called your name over and over again, but you never responded. Once he entered, he could feel his heart breaking. You were on your hands and knees, only wearing your lingerie. It seemed like you were desperately trying to wipe something from the floor that wasn’t there, saying sorry over and over again. 

‘Y/N?’, Levi slowly sat down next to you, carefully letting his hand rest on your back, ‘N-no! Stop please, don’t hurt me, please’. Levi widened his eyes when he saw you flinch, finally understanding what was wrong. ‘Kid, you’re here, with me. I would never hurt you, you know that’, he tried to sound as gentle as possible, slowly moving closer to you again. 

Levi tried his best to keep his composure when he saw that your entire body was covered in cuts and bruises. Your stomach area and ribs must have been where he hit you the most, seeing as how there was almost no pink skin left anymore. In all his cases, he never saw anything like this. Levi had clients that went through hell, but compared to you, that was nothing. He could only imagine what you had to go through. 

‘L-levi’, you widened your eyes, slowly realizing where you were again, ‘I-I’m so sorry’. You collected yourself, ashamed Levi saw you like this. ‘Don’t ever try to apologize again kid, you have every right to feel this way’.

You looked at him, feeling confused all of a sudden. You had lived so long under Zeke’s tyranny that you forgot there was kindness in people too. 

You lowered your head, slowly crawling towards him. ‘Thank you’, you whispered before placing your arms around his neck, ‘Thank you so much, Levi’. 

Levi widened his eyes, he’d never hugged you like this, so intimate. He knew you needed him, and he wanted nothing more than for you to feel safe. He carefully placed one arm around your naked back, slowly caressing the soft skin.

‘I’ll always be there for you kid, no matter what’. 

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‘Here, you can sleep in my bed’, Levi said while placing a glass of water on his nightstand, ‘I’ll have to work in the morning, so I’ll be in my study if you wake up’. ‘Where will you be sleeping?’, you scratched your forearm awkwardly, ‘On the couch, so if there’s anything wrong, just call me’. ‘I don’t want you to give up your bed for me, I’ll sleep on the couch. I don’t want to be a bu-‘, ‘You’re not. If anything, I’m glad you’re here with me. I’ve missed you’, Levi replied quietly, a small smile on his face, ‘Goodnight kid’. 

Before you could reply, Levi already closed the door of his bedroom. You slowly walked towards the bed. Levi’s sheets were softer than the ones Zeke used to have, probably more expensive too. You curled up underneath them, trying to repress the feeling of guilt. 

‘Glad I’m here?’, you tucked at the sheets, pulling them over your head, ‘Someone's glad to see me?’. 

--- 

Levi couldn’t find any sleep that night. His mind unwillingly wandered off to all the possible ways Zeke had been hurting you. 

‘Tch’, Levi gritted his teeth, turning on his side, ‘I want to kill that bastard for hurting her’. 

You didn’t know Levi had a crush on you for so long, and when Levi noticed how happy you were with Zeke, realizing how he made you smile, he decided to repress his feelings. Levi knew that he could never make you smile like that, not when he had to put so much of his time into his work. He thought it would be best if he took a step back, if he allowed you to be happy with someone – whom he thought – would give you the world. If he only knew what kind of person Zeke was, if he’d only knew that piece of shit was going to treat you like this… 

‘L-levi?’, your soft whimper barged through his thoughts. Levi immediately sat up straight, looking at you from his couch. ‘Is something wrong?’, he tilted his head, scanning your body language. 

You were standing across the room, fingers nervously fiddling with each other. Levi couldn’t help but be mesmerized by your beauty. The way your hair brushed over his white shirt, the way the light fabric hovered over your breasts… God, he wished he didn’t feel like this, but he couldn’t help but feel a certain ache in his pants at the sight of you. You were so fragile, your aura so small and delicate. He wanted to pull your naked body against his, to feel every inch of you. 

You closed your eyes, cheeks burning red. You’d been practicing this for hours now, how you were going to ask him, which words to use… but your mind had gone blank. ‘Y/N?’, he stood up from the couch, leaving his blanket behind. When you could see he was only wearing his boxers, your cheeks burnt even more. ‘Levi I… I can’t sleep’, ‘Do you want some tea?’, his voice sounded tired, his fingers resting on the back of his neck. You shook your head, looking down at the floor. 

Guilt washed over you again. You were robbing him of his well-needed sleep. You quickly closed your eyes, lips pressed against each other. 

‘C-could you sleep with me? Please? I feel so scared, and I need to smell your scent so that I know you’re here with me, that I’m not alone. I know you need to work in the morning, and I know that it may sound strange but, please Levi… I need to feel your warmth’, you hastily rambled, wondering if Levi even understood what you just said. 

‘Huh?’, Levi tilted his head. He hadn’t slept in the same bed with a woman in so long, what did you even want him to do? You need to feel his ‘warmth’? What did that even mean? Did you want him to hug you? Or just to- ‘Tch’, Levi cut his thoughts off by forcing himself to look at you. There was a time when he couldn’t think of anything else. When he dreamt of holding you at night, and now you were asking him to. 

‘I’m sorry, that was stupid’, you nervously chuckled, quickly turning around at his lack of response. ‘N-no, I’m coming, just give me a second to grab my shirt’, Levi turned his back towards you, eyes searching for the shirt he’d thrown somewhere on the ground. ‘Oh, don’t worry, you don’t need to put it on… I-I mean I don’t ca-‘, you let out a sigh, closing your eyes, ‘It doesn’t bother me if you’re not wearing a shirt. We’re two adults’, you forced a smile on your face. 

--- 

‘You’re comfortable?’, ‘Hm’, you hummed in agreement. 

You were curled up, back towards your friend while trying to keep as much distance as possible. Levi was lying on his back, one hand placed behind his neck. 

An awkward silence filled his bedroom. So, you decided it would be best to try to fall asleep as fast as possible, knowing Levi would probably do the same. 

‘H-huh?’, your whole body tensed up when you could hear Levi sighing before turning towards you. You could feel him softly placing his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, ‘You’re shaking kid. Can I hold you like this?’.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt a touch this kind and caring. Without realizing it, your body had melted against him. You hadn’t felt this safe in so long. A quiet tear streamed down your cheek. 

‘C-can you hold me a bit tighter?’, you quietly respond, words laced with embarrassment. ‘Like this?’, Levi pulled you even closer, your back now fully pressed against him. 

You couldn’t see Levi smiling, just like you didn’t notice how he took in the scent of your hair. Levi wished this moment could last forever. He could die right here and now, and he would die happily holding you like this. He thought he successfully repressed his feelings for you, but hearing your breathing slow down under his touch, feeling your body melt into his… He’d never stopped loving you, you were like nicotine to him, so addicting. 

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‘L-levi?’, you slowly opened your eyes, still tired from everything that happened. ‘Oh right’, you let out a yawn, ‘He’s working’’. 

You could see the sun shining on the white sheets, leaving a golden glow on them. It felt ages since you woke up this relaxed. 

You slowly got out of bed, making your way to the bathroom. 

‘I can’t go out like this’, you sighed at your black eye and swollen lip, splashing some cold water on your face before noticing a toothbrush laying on the sink, still in its package. You chuckled, ‘You really thought of everything, didn’t you?’. 

You brushed your teeth before walking toward the kitchen. Now that you had the time to catch your breath and you knew you were safe, your stomach started working again. After months, you finally felt hungry.

‘Hm?’, you tilted your head, carefully picking up the note Levi had left on the table:

‘I’m getting you some clothes and sanitary stuff. Please make yourself at home. Breakfast’s in the fridge. I thought you once mentioned that a smoothie is your favorite breakfast, so I got you one. I’ll be back soon’. 

You couldn’t understand why he went through all this trouble for you. You didn’t deserve this. You reluctantly walked towards the fridge, only to see your favorite smoothie; strawberry-mango with some chia seeds. 

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Some time passed and you were still living with Levi. You told him you were going to leave, that you’d find somewhere to stay, but he insisted you’d stay with him. You were happy he did. There was no place you’d rather be than by his side, especially during the night. He’d always let you curl up against him; always comforting you when you woke up from a nightmare;… 

Levi went to the police station with you, where he remained by your side as your lawyer. He needed to convince you to tell your story, saying you needed to save others from the abuse you’d gone through. You found the courage to tell your story thanks to him, knowing he’ll be by your side once you saw Zeke in court. You knew Levi would offer you a kind smile during your testimony, giving you the courage to continue your story once the pictures of your wounds would be displayed to the judge and jury. Levi would guide you through it all, he would be the one who put Zeke behind bars, he promised. 

Today, however, was the day you needed to go to court, when you would be forced to look into the dark eyes of your abuser once again. Levi knew you were nervous, so he did everything he could to show you he would be there for you through it all.  

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‘Can you please put evidence #67 on the screen?’, Levi looked at Zeke who was sitting at the front, noticing his eyes were directly looking at you. 

God, Levi wanted nothing more than to kill that man. Even with all the evidence, even when he could see you sniffling behind the table next to Levi… he was still smirking. As if he was proud of what he’d done. Zeke was a sick man, that was certain, but the guts he had for smirking at you… 

Levi closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure. After all, this was good for the case, this would guarantee your victory. Not only Levi, but the judges too were able to see what a monster he was. 

‘As you can see on the screen, Mr. Yeager decided it was a good idea to carve his name into Miss L/N her left thigh, to make sure she knew whom she belonged to’. 

Levi paused for a second before looking at Zeke with a cold stare. 

‘Is that right, Mr. Yeager?’, ‘Tch’, Zeke smirked while chuckling, ‘Objection, your honor, speculative’. ‘I’m sorry your honor, but I don’t think it’s speculative when his name is carved into her skin’. ‘Objection overruled’, Levi let out a small smile at the judge’s response. He knew he was going to win this case, no matter what, and that piece of shit made it even easy for him to win. 

You were a smart woman, even though you didn’t think so, but it showed in all the pictures and text messages you’d collected and stored in your google drive account. As if you knew you were going to end up here, in court, with Levi by your side. 

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‘You better come home, now. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to punish you’.

Levi read the text message out loud, his stomach turning. ‘This was sent on March 23, at 17.16, am I right?’, Levi let one eye glide from his paper towards Zeke. ‘You read that so well, Mr. Ackerman’, he responded with a smirk. Levi cleared his throat, ‘At 17.19, only 3 minutes later, Mr. Yeager sent another text: 

‘I’ve had it with you. Are you so dumb that you can’t even respond to a text, or is your boss his dick stuck in your throat? Fuck, you’re a little whore Y/N. Remember that when you get home, you’re getting what you deserve’. 

‘That’s what you texted her, correct?’. Even though Levi had read the texts over and over again, they never failed to make him sick, his blood boiling from anger. ‘You’re so perceptive, Mr. Ackerman. What did she do to you that made you take her as a client? I mean, she hasn’t got the money… Did she open her pretty legs on your desk?’. 

Levi widened his eyes at his recklessness. Was he really that stupid? Levi won the case now, that much was certain, but how could he say something like that? Even in court? Levi only imagined how his lawyer must’ve reacted, probably sighing at his client's remark. He heard the judge say something in response, but Levi couldn’t hear what she was saying. He could only look at that bastard and dream of how he pulled him over that stupid counter and beat the living shit out of him. Only when Levi heard your sobbing did he decide to shift his attention from Zeke to you.

You couldn’t help but cry, to feel humiliated at his remark. You hated this. You hated to be forced to relive every painful memory, but you knew Levi had won this case. Zeke just showed everyone what a cruel person he was. 

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‘I’m so glad he’s put behind bars’, you sighed in relief while placing a strand of your hair behind your ear, slowly taking off your heels. 

During the entire drive towards his apartment, Levi didn’t speak. You thanked him multiple times, but he only forced a small smile on his face. 

‘Me too’, Levi replied coldly, walking towards the kitchen, ‘Want some wine? Think a celebration is in order’. ‘I would love some’, you slowly got up, walking towards the kitchen. 

Levi’s strong hands were opening the bottle. You could only imagine how they would feel entangled in yours while his raven hair brushed over your forehead, his hot breath hovering over your lips, you softly moaning underneath him. 

Over the past few weeks, you tried to repress every inappropriate thought you had of your friend, but it had gotten impossible. Especially now, with his tie loose around his neck, a few buttons open of his white shirt, letting you take a peek at his toned chest; … Levi looked so good in a suit, or some grey sweatpants… Well, he looked good in anything. 

‘Let’s go to dinner tonight, I want to take you somewhere nice’, Levi broke through your inappropriate thoughts, ‘Or…’, you smiled, ‘We can order some takeout? Maybe watch a movie?’. 

Levi’s heart jumped with joy when he could see that spark in your eyes again. It had been so long since he saw you smiling at him like that. 

‘Guessing you want sushi?’, Levi poured some wine into your glass, ‘Please’, you jokingly pouted before thanking him for the wine. 

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‘No, why would she do that?’, you sighed, ‘He’ll come for her, is she stupid?’, you yelled at the television. ‘H-huh?’, you widened your eyes when you looked at Levi. 

Levi was looking at you, smiling. You never saw him like this. 

‘W-what’s wrong?’, you crawled towards him. Levi was sitting on the other side of the couch, nonchalantly taking a sip from his wine. 

You were sitting on your knees, wearing nothing else but a shirt from Levi, body turned towards his. Your cheeks were probably already red from the wine you’d been drinking, but you didn’t care. 

‘You’re beautiful’, ‘H-huh?’, you widened your eyes, your body froze. ‘You’re beautiful Y/N’, he softly repeated himself before placing his glass of wine on the table, letting his eyes linger on the red ring it caused. ‘You’re beautiful in every way. You’re a complex, fierce woman, but at the same time, you seem so fragile, so delicate… It makes me want to protect you, to put my arms around you and show you how beautiful the world can be. I want to take you out for expensive, luxurious dinners, you wearing a dress I bought for you; I want to see you smile at me every morning, your eyes still tired so that I can carry you out of bed into the shower; I want to kiss you every second of the day…’, Levi paused, his eyes now locked on the stain the red wine had left on your lips. ‘But most of all, I want to pull you even closer when we cuddle at night. I want to put my hand under your shirt and discover every part of your body. I want to rob you of your sleep every night. I would give everything I have to hear your soft moans underneath me’. 

You just looked at him, heart beating out of your chest. You didn’t know what to say, what to do. You wanted to tell him how badly you wanted him to make you his and his alone. 

Before you could reply, you could feel Levi’s finger softly wiping the red stain from your lower lip, his nose almost touching yours. ‘I want you Y/N. I’ve wanted you to be mine since the day we met’. You could feel his digits moving from your lips to your neck, stopping when he reached your collarbone. ‘I want to feel your naked skin against mine, I want everything of you’, he slowly tugged at the collar of your shirt, pulling it down, his thumb gently caressing your breast. 

Your breathing got heavier, making you sound so desperate for more. 

‘I want to treat you right, to touch you right’, he stopped looking at the soft skin of your breast, eyes now locked on yours, ‘I’ve been talking a long time about what I want though, what do you want?’. ‘T-this’, you replied shyly before crashing your lips against his. 

The kiss felt clumsy at first, probably because you made such an unexpected move, but Levi chuckled, gently wrapping his hand around your neck. 

‘This? Got to be more specific’, he teased while taking control of the kiss, forcing you to open your mouth more. Levi wanted to taste you. He wanted to taste the red wine you’d drank, he wanted to taste the lipstick you’d reapplied when you entered the apartment, he wanted to feel the soft skin of your lips against his tongue. ‘I-I want you’, you whimpered in between kisses, trying not to melt completely under his touch. ‘You’ve got me for the rest of your life’, Levi replied, softly tightening his hand around your neck, allowing his free hand to roam underneath the shirt you were wearing. 

He didn’t want to be rough with you. He didn’t want you to feel scared or threatened, but the way you moaned when he tightened his grip made clear you wanted to be touched like this. 

‘I’ll ask you again’, he parted his lips from yours, softly stroking your cheek with the back of his index finger, the other hand now cupping your breast, ‘Tell me what you want kid’. ‘I-I want you to ruin me’, you said softly, voice shaking. ‘Ruin you?’, Levi chucked at your shy response, ‘Don’t play dumb!’, you frowned while placing your tiny hands on his chest, ‘I want you to fuck me, okay? Want you to claim me, mark me,… I want you to make me yours’, you said while looking at his chest, cheeks burning red. 

Levi stopped his movements before standing up from the couch. 

‘You trust me?’, he held out his hand for you to grab, ‘You know I would never hurt you in any way?’, his voice sounded serious all of a sudden. ‘O-of course’, you replied while slowly placing your hand in his. ‘You trust me enough to be mine for the rest of our life? Because I don’t want this to be a one-time thing’, Levi lowered his eyes, a sad smile appeared on his face, ‘I want to spoil you for the rest of my life, I want to see you waiting for me when I get home from work, want to see the world with you, grow old together. I want the whole package’, he smirked at you. ‘I already said yes’, you replied with a smile, softly pinching his hand. ‘Okay princess’, Levi replied before picking you up from the couch, and carrying you into his bedroom. ‘This night’s all about you’, he placed a kiss on your cheek before laying you down on the bed. 

You could see Levi pulling off his shirt, a sight you’d seen so many times now, but it never failed to mesmerize you. 

Levi crawled onto the bed, his lips hovering over you, ‘I’ll make you feel good, I promise’, he whispered before placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck, sometimes pausing to softly bite into your soft skin, leaving marks behind. ‘L-levi’, you softly moaned his name, hands desperately tugging in his hair. ‘Don’t worry princess, I’ll give you more’, his hands swiftly pulled up your shirt. You could feel your nipples harden when they were exposed to the cold air of his bedroom. ‘Fuck’, Levi widened his eyes, a smile on his face, ‘You’re fucking perfect, even prettier than I imagined’, he cupped your breasts before placing sloppy kisses on them, leaving a trail of his saliva behind. ‘M-more’, you whimpered, nails now digging into his shoulders, ‘So impatient’, he hummed before placing his knees in between your legs, forcing them open. ‘We have the entire night Y/N, I’m going to take my time before I’ll have you calling out my name’. ‘L-levi?’, you asked, barely whispering. ‘Hm? Is something wrong? Want me to stop?’, he quickly stopped touching you, cupping your cheeks instead. You could see the worry in his eyes, afraid he’d crossed a line. You smiled, eyes scanning his face before you softly cupped his cheeks, ‘I love you, Levi’. 

Levi widened his eyes. He’d never told someone he loved them before, but he loved you. He loved you more than anything. 

‘I love you too, always have’, he lowered his eyes, knowing he let his guard down for the first time in his life. You pulled him in for a soft kiss, ‘Don’t worry Levi, I’m yours’. 

[shishquahcustardtree]

Hey everybody!!

So as I’m currently in the process of packing up a house and business (and doing repairs in the house) to move, as well as fighting a court battle for the remainder of this year, I won’t be as active as I usually am. I’m still around but life is hectic as you can imagine. Oh! And Uni starts back in March, yay.

I’m still always open to chat and you can find the links to my AO3 fanfics below!!

In what little spare time I have at the moment I am working on an exciting new ABO fic so stay tuned for that!

Don’t forget to also check out my awesome (and constantly growing) spn fanart wall! (Which my family is still baffled by lol). It’s not up at the moment (due to moving) but I think its return I am looking forward to the most!!

I also have some works not SPN related on my Wattpad page (that is under my real name) so if you would be interested in reading these please reach out to me and I would be happy to share the link with you. At the moment there is two dark short stories and another poetry collection. More works will be added as the year goes on however and I’m working on a first draft of a novel as well so that’s exciting.

Anyhoo, happy reading and travels!!

‘Something I Know I Can’t Have’ is a destiel and Supernatural poetry collection!

Rating: None

Tags: poetry, cannon typical violence, Destiel, 15x18, John Winchesters A+ Parenting, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester/Others

‘Take A Sad Song And Make It Better’ is a ABO destiel fanfic and was my first fic ever!

Rating: Explicit

Tags - Rape/Non-Con, A/B/O, Alpha!Cas, Omega!Dean, hospitals, Mating Cycles/in Heat, Blood and Violence, Slow Build, Fluff and Smutt

Summary- ‘After being bought and abused by Alistair for many years, Dean Winchester finally gets another chance at life and love by the means of a car crash and a bullet.’

‘Hold On, Hold On To My Heat’ is a musical neighbours AU complete with a Spotify playlist!

EDIT: this fic has been adjusted and is now also on my personal Wattpad page! So if you see me on there come say hi!

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags: depressed Dean, eventual fluff, happy ending, musician Dean and Castiel, guitarist Dean, pianist Cas, mechanic Dean, music, drinking

Summary: Dean Winchester is now living alone for the first time in his life and with no Sam, it feels like he is all alone with nothing to live for. Picking up his long forgotten guitar one day, Dean plays. Little does he know, his new neighbour is listening in through their very thin, shared apartment wall.

[chuuulip]

Aria - The Opening

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Female Reader

Warning:  Some fluff, an ity bity bit of angs (if you squint), implied smutt?

Words: 1797

Prompt: Imagine where Hannibal is dating reader and she wants to learn his native language although she is sort of aware if not suspecting that he dint really had a good childhood due to loosing his family in a traumatic event.

Summary: "This skin to skin language may be the language I wouldn't mind teaching you right now, my dear. Are you interested?"

A.N: This is for @venusdemonroe a think a first fanfic request I received 😉 Also this like the first time I wrote Hannibal Lecter and I honestly feel intimidated haha. I would like to specifically thank you @detectivehannibal for feeding me Hannibal content fanfic and inspired me to wrote one ❤️ I honestly thinking to write a smut version of this prompt, but maybe another time? This piece isn’t beta and if there’s a grammar mistake, that will be on me 😉 but thanks to @jewels2876​ for the input.

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It's not the first time Hannibal welcomed you to his humble abode. But tonight, it might have turned out into something more. But maybe you knew better not to put your hope up too high.

You accidentally meet Hannibal after the mushroom tragedy. You covered part of the investigation in a local newspaper. Less bitty as such of the Tattler.com. The second time you met the handsome psychiatrist after the opera performance marked the first time he asked you to attend a dinner party at his house. Thanks to your unwell sister that gave you the spare ticket.

"Didn't think I would meet you here, Miss?" Hannibal approached you. He kissed the back of your hands while you tried to calm down your nerves. Not only because Hannibal greeted you so effortlessly, but it's also because you fell in love with the performance that night, you felt like you were still in a dream.

Being the opera's younger attendee, Hannibal was kind enough to lend you his time answering your question that night.

"I'm a bit embarrassed that I haven't done my research before arriving here tonight." You played with the clutched at your hands. Luckily enough, you had an appropriate dress in hand to attend the performance.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Not knowing a new environment is expected." His deep melodic voice soothed your nervousness.

"The most important thing would be learning to adapt, and by that, I wouldn't mind helping you with such transition."

Oddly enough, both of you hit it off pretty quickly. Pretty much have the same hobby, enjoying quite similar food and the same thing when it's related to entertainment. Even though Hannibal was significantly older than you, there's no difficulty when it comes to conversation, and you are glad about that.

"Come on in." You were pulled back to the present when Hannibal put the right of his hands at your back. Guide you into the foyer of his house. It's been quite some time since the last dinner you have with Hannibal. Your work kind of required you to travel a lot and sometimes you missed his dinner party. Not to mention how busy he is with his job as a psychiatrist and helping the FBI with eccentric cases.

Hannibal helped you with your coat as he led you near the stairs.

"Would you mind waiting for me upstairs? I will bring some wine for us to enjoy."

You nodded at him and climbed the stairs. You aren't sure where to go, so you just wait in the corridor. Hannibal loves to decorate his walls with painting, and you can spend so much time looking at it one by one. A little bit different from Hannibal, you, on the other hand, were specifically into surrealism, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy other styles. One time you gushed about it so much Hannibal can't help to invite you to a specific exhibition that might be to your liking for your second date.

Darted your interest from the painting of Suzumi no Hotaru to something new by the end of the corridor, you approached it. There was an elegant chess set sitting by the windowsill, and the closer you got to it, the more you thought it might have been made of bone.

The light steps can be heard climbing up the stairs, but you don't mind it since you knew who that belonged to.

"Do you like my Bundesform set?" Hannibal stopped at your back. He kissed the top of your head and waited for your commentaries.

"It's beautiful. This one's new, I believe? Made of bone?" carefully, you pick up one of the kings and inspect it's details.

"Elk."

"You hunt?" There was a surprise in your voice although you have a vision Hannibal did that kind of activity.

"Occasionally."

A small giggled escape your red lips, but you let it die down quickly. Cleared your throat in an attempt to hide your amusement.

"You don't think I'm capable of such a thing?" There's humor in his voice.

You put the piece back and turned your body to face Hannibal. Placing your hand at the bottle of wine he has with him, you pried it out and secured it on yours.

"It's just that the image of you hunting in a full three-piece of suit popped up in my mind. That wouldn't do, right?"

Hannibal smiled at you. His lips curved up playfully. "That wouldn't do, sweetheart. You need to dress appropriately for a hunt, my dear. Shall we? Unless you wanted to stay and enjoy the bone crafted chess longer?"

You shook your head and let Hannibal lead you inside his bedroom.

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Hannibal sent you an amusement look when you tried to drag both his turquoise armless chairs, facing the fireplace.

You took off your high heels and sat comfortably on the right side while waiting for Hannibal to take off his suit. Shortly after, he joined you in front of the fireplace. White shirt unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. He carefully poured some wine in for both glasses on the table and swirled it. Let the wine warm up before it can be enjoyed.

When you have your glass of wine in hand, you snuggle to Hannibal. You rest your head back at the crook of his neck. Hannibal reached around and put his right hand behind your back in an attempt to pull you a little bit closer.

Both of you sipped the wine carefully. Savored the taste of its delicate dark berry fruits and enjoyed the warmth from the fire. Dance in the fireplace.

"It's been a month since I last saw you. Anything new?" His accented, calm voice murmured at the top of your hair.

"I missed you." You blurted, out of a sudden. Suddenly you are more interested in the rim of your wine glass than the man who snuggled with you in his bedroom.

Hannibal places his wine glass back on the table. He tilted your chin up softly to meet his beguiling hazel eyes. "You notice the absence of my presence, and for that, I'm grateful."

"Did you miss me?" One can’t help but demand an answer when the confession was made.

"I enjoy your company, and with the amount of time we spent together, I admit I wish I could see you more often.”

You gave him a wide grin so contagious that Hannibal can't help but mimic yours. He pressed his forehead to yours while he closed his eyes. Feeling content with the moment, he rarely experienced. You let your right hands travel up from his chest to his right shoulder, trying to absorb the pleasant warmth that’s Hannibal Lecter.

"I'm thinking of a transfer." You confessed.

"Didn't find a crime to be entertaining anymore?"

You shook your head. "I never found it entertaining in the first place, and I'm not Freddy Lounds, so..."

Hannibal positioned you to sit on his lap. Which was a score for you. He carefully stretched your legs on the chair while you circled your hands on his neck.

"So, are you going to elaborate more on your transfer?"

"I'm planning to focus more on opera and classical music." You received a gentle hum from Hannibal. His right hand traveled up to your spine. The backless of your red velvet dress made the skin to skin contact convenient.

"That is quite a jump."

You nodded at him. "By that, right now, I'm thinking about studying linguistics first."

Hannibal looked at you. He positioned his right hand on the head chair, supporting his head. "Language is an expression of a human being. It aided communication and helped with emotional release. It's also an attribute of a specific culture, making them unique in their own way. By that, I fully support this new journey of yours." Hannibal articulately gave you his opinion.

"Thank you, Hannibal."

There's a nervousness in the way you answered him. You are a confident woman. He found it odd that you hesitate to tell him. Hannibal shook his head, "I'm afraid this is not the only thing that is bothering you?"

 "I was thinking of studying Lithuanian language..." There was a long pause. You handle this situation like a high schooler in detention with his handsome but intimidating teacher.

"And?" Hannibal asked you patiently. He was under the impression that you weren't sure if bringing this up was a good idea. After all, when both of you spent time together, the discussion regarding childhood and past lovers were involved. Of course, Hannibal told a version of his story to some extent. He was determined to make this relationship work for both of you.

"I— I want you to teach me? I knew from our last conversation I concluded that your days back then weren't pleasant, but I feel like— if I learn it, I can feel a little bit close to you."

Speaking very gently, Hannibal told her, "People experience pain and suffering and overcome them. I would like to say that I overcame it a long time ago. Your intentions, on the other hand, are very optimistic. Although, I should remind you, my love, that it is quite an intimidating language to learn." He tried to make his emphatic statement a little bit funnier.

"As languages tend to simplify over time, I should warn you that this Language retains its ancestral tongue. Also, it has highly irregular cases. Are you ready for such a challenge?"

Your face was lit up; red lips seemed to be curled up in delight when you heard what Hannibal said. Without thinking, you moved your lips toward his. Your soft one meets with his pillowy lips. It was faint at first, just your lips and Hannibal's lips brushed together. But when his right hands traveled upon your spine and his left one secured your back to his, you straddled his lap. The soft kiss turned a bit desperate as your lips and Hannibal mashed each other. Gone was the carefulness he maintained. His tongue traced over your lips, demanding access. Your hand gripped the back of his white shirt as his tongue, and yours explored each other.

Hannibal suddenly pulled apart. The smeared of your red lipstick was stuck to his lips and some corner of his mouth. His sharp hazel eyes turned a bit darker as his left hands went down to palm the ample of your arse." This skin to skin language may be the Language I wouldn't mind teaching you right now, my dear. Are you interested?" Hannibal curled up the side of his lips, while eyes winked at you seductively. Obviously, you aim for an A in your first language class with Dr. Hannibal Lecter. There's no question needed.

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[gardens-light]

Friends To Lovers

Writers Note- First post/fanfic. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Light smutt. Fluff. Fingering. Unexpected/Slightly forced sexual interaction.

You and Eddie Brock have been friends as long as you can remember. Growing up in the same neighborhood as kids, witnessing highs and lows throughout the years. But since his public interview with Carlton Drake and the breakup of his ex fionce' Annie. You've watched Eddie go into a downward spiral, becoming distant with you, which he's never done.

Friday. 8:30pm.

The harsh, winter wind nipped your ears and fingers as you stood in front of the bare bricked apartment block. A heavy sigh breathed from your lips, trying to ignore the side glances of people outside. "Why am I even here?" Questioning yourself as you rubbed your hands together, attempting to stay warm.

Eddie hasn't returned any calls or texts for weeks, which at first only bothered you a little, till yesterday. Your worries and concerns grew when his ex, Annie called you, explaining Eddie's recent 'episode' and basicly calling him 'crazy.' Her voice echoed inside your head, 'you're his friend! Say or do something! Eddie already ruined things for me once. You'll wouldnt let him do it again!' You never liked her, but always remained positive and kept your opinions to yourself whenever Eddie spoke of her.

Not being your first time visiting the building, you found Eddie's door easily. But that didn't stop the nerves and worry consume you, after slight hesitation you gently knocked on the door.

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Eddie's head suddenly perked up from the table, slowly waking up from his drunken nap. The gentle knock on the door came again, eyes widening when a familiar voice calmly called out his name.

She is at the door.

Venom's deep, darkening voice echoed inside his head. "I know..."

You've been ignoring her. Upsetting her.

"It's for the best..." Eddie's attempt at convincing made Venom laugh. Closing his eyes as he placed his head upon the table, hearing the muffled voice call out to him caused him pain. Wincing in discomfort as the ache in his chest tightened.

Extending a tendril from his host's body, wrapping it around the neck of the empty beer bottle and suddenly launching it against the nearest wall. "What the?-" "Eddie? Are you ok?" "What was that for?" He hissed lowly at the symboite. But Venom remained quiet, forcing his host to walk towards the door, peeping through the eyehole he saw you. Standing there, still with a worried expression while playing with your fingers. "G-Go away! Leave!" Those words tasted like poison burning his throat, his heart aching more as your face saddened.

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"I-I-" "N-No! Leave!" Gathering the stubbornness you had, your hands curled into fists as they remained by your side. "I wont leave! Not until you tell me what's wrong! What's been going on?-" "N-Nothing! I'm fine!" You could hear the pain within his voice. The loneliness in his tone, you curled your lips as you thought, why? Why was he acting like this?

"Eddie... please talk to me, Annie told me what happened at the restraint" there was a slight pause before Eddie spoke again. "What did she say?" "That you stormed towards her and her new partner as they sat at the table. Rambeling about your 'proof' about Carlton Drake- whatever that means. Then you suddenly snatched and eat food from other people's plates, all before exclaiming to everyone you were hot and sat in a fish tank filled with live lobsters." "Th-That's not, ugh that bad-" " you eat the lobster from tank! Alive and fresh while sitting in the tank!." Eddie's voice fell silent when you raised your voice, calming your nerves, your fists unclentched and leaned against the door. "Please Eddie... let me in, just talk to me" you tried to keep your voice from breaking but tears reached your eyes as he snapped. "N-No! Annie thinks I've gone crazy and so will you! Sometimes I feel like I've gone crazy! Carton Drake took everything from me. My job! My home! My girl!-" "but not me."

You were greeted with another silence from his side of the door. Allowing you to repeat yourself, "but not me. You may have lost your career, home and fionce', but not once have you ever lost your friend. I have no idea what's happening or what you're going through, but nor am I understanding why you're pushing me away." "Why would you care?" You blinked multiple times in confusion, your voice breaking as tears rolled down your cheeks. "Why would I care? Because you're my friend! We've been through so much- too much! To stop caring about one another now!"

Leaning your head against the door, with your hands remaining still against the wood. "I've missed you... so much"

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Matching your position on his side of the door, Eddie breathed deeply accidentally admitting in a low tone. "I've... missed you too"

Aww, isn't that nice?

"Shut up!" Eddie cursed under his breath.

Look at her. You did this to her.

"I-I know" feeling the symbioates toothy smile inside his head. Eddie witnessed as the black trendrils wrapped around the door knob.

Let's, let her in.

"No!-"

C'mon... I won't interrupt. I shall be on my 'best' behavior.

Not giving him a chance to react, the door opened with a slow extended swing. The pair of you gazing at each other in awkward silence, tears continued to roll down your face.

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Losing yourself, you stepped towards him and wrapped your arms around his toned torso. Eddie pulled you into his apartment, gently closing the door behind him. Surprising you as he hugged you back, squeezing tightly. Not that he would admit out loud, but he missed your touch, your warm hugs, even the sound of your voice and the smell of your favorite perfume.

Gently pushing him away, looking up at him through watery eyes, so many questions swirled around your head but all you could mutter was, "why?." The longer you gazed at him, the more you saw the change. Eddie always kept his brown hair sleek and styled, but now it was greasy and unkept. Dark circles and slight bags framed his hazel eyes, indicating days- possibly weeks of sleep deprived. Pulling you back for another tight hug, resting his chin upon your soft hair atop of your head. "I... don't know" he admitted, "I don't know."

Realizing he may have held you for too long, Eddie quickly let you go before you had a chance to feel lost in his embrace. Panic quickly flashed across his face as the symbioate's low growl rumbeled in his chest. Only speaking the word.

Hungry.

Shock and confusion came to you, as you witnessed him stumble towards the kitchen, each movement being jumpy. "D-Do you want something to eat?" The tone of his voice was quick and jumpy, moving too fast for his reflects, eyes darting rapidly.

Pulling the fridge door with unessarcery force, Eddie took two beer bottles and placed them onto the counter top. You quickly grabbed the bottles of alcohol, saving them from falling over. Your eyes widened as he opened the cupboard door, grabbing a bag of chips and forcing them open, causing loose pieces to fly out of the packet. Grabbing handfulls and shoving them into his mouth, before throwing the packet into your direction, then immediately reaching out for the packet of biscuits.

"Whoa! Whoa! Stop" you called out, stepping towards him but before you had a moment to react, Eddie threw the biscuits away from him. Reaching out for you instead, his hands grabbing your waist and forcefully pinning your back against the wall. Your gaze remained wide eyed as you tried to make sense of what just happened, feeling his quick breath upon your face, you wasnt sure what you were supposed to feel.

Nothing made any sense to you. Eddie was always calm and confident, not jumpy and jittery like he is now.

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His eyes looked down at your waist, then back to your confused expression. Eddie felt his heart beat like a rapid drum within his chest.

Delicate curves. Soft skin. Lovely eyes.

"No! No! Don't you harm her!" He growled lowly to Venom. "Y/N is my friend! We don't harm friends!"

Who said anything about harming her? Y/N, is attractive. Brave. You have feelings for her. Sexual thoughts.

Eddie shook his head, attempting to stop the symbioate from talking. Stopping him from reading anymore of his feelings which he tried to bottle up.

Yes, you do. They're all here, inside your head. Dreams. Desires.

"No! Not now!" "No what?" Eddie pulled you away from the wall but also away from himself. Stumbling a little, just stopping as your heels hit the couch. "You shouldn't have come!" His voice was more jumpy and quick than before. "I-I'm not myself! I can't control what I'm feeling! Thinking! Acting!-" "It's ok" Eddie loved but also hated how calm and collective you were. You always tried to work things out, even when it appeared hopeless or unusual.

You want to Eddie. The need for her is strong. I can taste it. I can feel it.

"Leave! Just leave!"

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Without warning Eddie lunged forward, pushing you onto the couch as he crawled on top with predator like movement. Stretching the collar of your top downwards, exposing your breasts, his mouth opening wide placing your breast inside. You bit your bottom lip, feeling his tounge swirl and circle, while firmly grasping your other breast with is free hand. His jaw moved slightly as he sucked on your skin, tounge licking your nipple as satisfied moans came from him.

You closed your eyes as heat built up in your core, slowly moving downward towards between your thighs. Realising his firm grip upon your breast, feeling his fingers trace the curves of your body. His touch flowing downwards, slipping between the gap of your skin and undergarments. A low moan escaped from your lips as his fingers softly felt your folds, before placing his middle and index finger into you. Both fingers curling upwards within, making your back arch and causing your legs to quake. Your fingers clutching onto his shirt as you felt wetness come to his fingers.

Burying your head against his shoulder, as he raised his head from your chest. Hearing your gasps of breath and low moans into his ear, Eddie felt his trousers tighten around his crouch, breathing deeply as he became satisfied of the wetness around his fingers. Slowly pulling them away from you and out of the gap between your skin and undergarments, raising upright and sitting upon your hips. Eddie saw the hot mess he turned you into, your gazes met and he watched you flush pink, returning your smile as he unbuttoned his jeans.

No communication was needed. You both wanted what the other craved for.

She wants us, Eddie. Make her crave. Make her scream.

The heat and wetness between your legs grew as you bit your lip. Watching him unbutton his jeans, pulling out his full erection. Pushing down your leggings and undergarments, you moaned his name loudly as Eddie drove his member deep into you, thrusting hard against your g-spot.