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[blacklegsanjiii]

I'm glad you liked my AU! I think Akainu calling her princess has to do with her family wanting to find her and to use her for their own greed (like marrying her off). So they have informed the marines and given them a photo of young Sanji. Sanji is easily recognazible, even when she is older. With her sun blond hair and twirly eyebrows, she's clearly the second princess of Germa.

She's protected by the Strawhats and Ace who sails with them. I think Sanji would have learned many more things and wouldn't be so feral, only when needed to. And she can be an evil thing when she's angry.

But then all that happens, blah, blah, blah. And the same thing happens and Sanji has to go back to her family. I actually don't have an idea how her family would react to a grown up Sanji who looks exactly like Sora and isn't the sweet docile kid she was when she was younger but a feral, confident and strong woman.

And you can call me Mika, you will surely see me more.

Hi Mika, welcome to the blog! I loved the au. I'm curious what you mean when you say Sanji wouldn't be so feral if she's been alone on an island for years with no contact other than newspapers. I feel like Sanji lost all sense propriety over the years of being alone outside of animals. I think she would have been assimilated into at least three different animal families.

I do think that's what's going on with Akainu and the Navy and Sanji. Sanji doesn't know why they're after her but I think Ivankov still takes her and tries to get her into maiden training but Sanji probably keeps attacking the Okama to the point they just toss clothes at her and slowly gain her trust. I think it also reminds her too much of Germa to take it but she still learns the attack cuisine because she's passionate. She likes the clothes though, they're softer than what she came in. I feel like shoes might be a long work in progress, because they want to help but I feel like it's that scene from ATLA when they're scrubbing Toph's feet but Sanji and them trying to put a pair of tennis shoes on her. Someone also introduces her to cigarettes and she loves them.

And when she's dropped off with Ace and the Strawhat crew, with Marco watching over them and getting to know the crew properly. Marco thanks her for her help as Ace just wraps around her and holds her close and she just leans in, just like that first time she murmurs about how warm he is into his chest. Marco takes a picture to take back to the remnants of the fleet, of those who haven't met her but saw what she did for Ace. Marco also mentions she's absolutely feral, she kicked molten glass the first time they met and Sanji growls at him making him laugh. Luffy talks about how cool she is, what she did during the war. Sanji thinks she might fall asleep from how warm Ace is. She's TOUCH STARVED OKAY?

She doesn't really trust her new crew yet but does one hundred percent, after a talk with Ace after they leave Sabaody and start sailing, try her best to be "nice" and "get to know them". Ace is there to help, usually. Sometimes he's not though and Zoro is goading her into fights a lot, good training he says, and when Ace isn't there Sanji will definitely fall for it. She kicks hard because she hasn't really gotten out of the win or die mentality. Luckily Zoro is tough, even if he seems surprised every time he has to swim back to the ship.

Then in Punk Hazard Ace is doing his best to convince her to put on snow boots. She claims her shoes are fine and Robin, ever so motherly and sweet, says they don't want Sanji to lose her toes to frost bite, it is awfully painful after all. Sanji sets her legs on fire in response. Ace packs boots into a backpack, just in case. Thank God because bodies get swapped as they're saving the kids they find that weird surgeon guy from the Summit War. Nami puts the boots on and glares at Sanji in her body who is pulling at the clothes. Ace is taking several deep breaths and explaining to Sanji she can't risk Nami's body, just like Nami is not risking hers. Law fully stops to ask what the fuck is wrong with her and Ace is looking at him just so very tired and tells him to fuck off for the moment, if Sanji's okay with it they can talk about it later. Law shrugs, switches them again, and leaves. Ace yells at him. When they're leaving, after Sanji has fed all of them and the marines. Smoker keeps looking at Sanji, as is Law but they're looking in different ways and Smoker has been around long enough to know what's going on and Sanji and knows too well. Smoker pulls Sanji away and lets her know, whether it be pity or kindness or some kind or a mixture of the two, he warns her. About what the Vinsmokes are doing and Sanji nods. Smoker pats her head and notices she's smoking now and lights her cigarette. The glare from Ace is fully ignored.

Between Punk Hazard and Dressrosa Sanji lets Law look her over ( @mcnana did this to me) and Law definitely getting his answers to what the fuck is going on. Sanji's been isolated for a while before meeting Ace and the others before going back to only having animals for company. Her reading skills are truly remarkable, she doesn't like talking or shoes. She doesn't like the infirmary and will hide behind Ace. Ace looks unimpressed at Law and Chopper whenever this happens. Robin is giggling at them, Brook is cracking skull jokes, Franky is crying and saying how cute they are, Ace is done. So done. He tells Law to quit studying his girlfriend because he's upsetting her. Law swallows his pride and apologizes. Surprisingly. He does still ask about why Smoker had pulled her aside and she wrinkles her nose at him and walks away. Ace sighs and follows her but Law just frowns. That's just a genuine question because if she has an in with the marines it could be useful. Nami agrees and Usopp says it seemed far more personal than that. Luffy mentions Akainu called her a princess during the war and no one knows what that means and shrug it off for the time being.

Ace doesn't go with her when the crew splits in Dressrosa, instead he sees Sabo for the first time in years and when all the fighting is done Zoro is begging Sabo to not get Ace started on his girlfriend. Sabo grins and tells them all about Koala and Robin giggles every now and then. Ace in turns tells him about Sanji and finding a girl wrapped in a sail and kicking molten glass at him. Sabo says only he could fall in love with a girl like that with the most dead pan expression possible. Ace shrugs, he loves her, and Sabo says he can't wait to meet her before wishing them all well and leaving. When they're leaving and seeing the bounties it's weird because Sanji's first bounty, her first one ever shows an impressive size but also that she's wanted only alive. Ace isn't fucking panicking okay, no matter what anyone says. He's not.

Sanji, meanwhile, is staring at Judge with the recollection of being a child and what happened but he seems taken aback by her appearance. All of them do, but especially Reiju and Judge. Her brothers look like they're seeing a ghost. She's looking at them cautiously and with curiosity. Having escaped so long ago and then living on that isolated island then becoming a pirate, she's forgotten royal standards. One of the boys spooks her and she snarls and she throws him into a wall hard enough to crack it. She sets herself on fire trying to get away when they're sticking the cuffs on her and screaming. She's cursing them and Reiju is remembering her mother yelling at Judge for what he did to the quadruplets, for what he did to her children. Her illness took much from her, including her kids. Seeing Sanji, a carbon copy of the dead queen is upsetting and freeing and so many things that makes Reiju's heart clench and sing and cry and cheer. Then she meets her supposed fiance despite her dating Ace and saying so. The Charlottes are confused, the Vinsmokes are confused, when the Strawhat Pirates show up with Ace and she's trying to get back to them but the cuffs start beeping Sanji is confused. Nami says something about the collars from Sabaody and Sanji doesn't know what that means but she knows they'll blow up her hands. Niji yells 'Mom, you gotta come back!' before realizing what he yelled as the beeping continues and Judge is growing angry. So angry and wrathful and threatens her and she looks so heartbroken as she goes back. They scream for her and when Sanji sneaks out later she says she wants to go home and Ace is promising they'll get her home, get her back to the Sunny and Luffy says he's going to beat up her dad. Sanji says she would like to save her brothers and sister, but Judge is free game.

I think Sanji doesn't really know about the assassination plot, mostly because she's dead set on getting back out. The plan made and at the wedding it kicks off. Ace fully just goes after Judge and Luffy is fighting Katakuri. Pudding's nose is actively bleeding and Chopper is worried about her. It's Yonji who grabs Sanji and carries her away like 'we'll protect you this time, Mom' and Sanji's absolutely not sobbing about that. Nope. She does fire kick him in the face though. And that counts for something. Ichiji is the one who helps her fight after being freed from Yonji. He doesn't call her 'Mom' but he does apologize for the way she was treated as a child. She's staring at him and trying to decide whether or not to bite him. She almost breaks several teeth and Ichiji looks nonplussed by this reaction. Reiju would be laughing if it didn't mean dying. During the escape Ichiji and Reiju slip her their dendens and her raid suit before the crew heads off to Wano.

Upon seeing the rest of the crew and teary hugs in the reunion she even hugs Law because he is her friend. He's been around enough to consider him a friend and he listens. Law's crew loses it at that and Ace fully takes a picture to give to Marco. If Law is beet red no one mentions it, except everyone. Everyone mentions it. Ace nods in solidarity with the captain of the Heart Pirates. Sanji is something feral and special and it's clear everyone meets her falls a little in love with her in their own way.

[yuyuswrld]

O Captain, My Captain || 1

series intro here, or read chapter 2

characters: reiner x reader (this chapter), various aot boys x reader.

notes: this is an 18+ series, please don’t interact if you’re a minor! reader is referred to with she/they pronouns.

content warnings: explicit smut, fingering, reiner eating pussy like a god!!, alcohol consumption, degradation, mild slut shaming (?), mentions of marijuana at the end

“Has he always been a bitch?” You question Marco, inhaling bites of your ramen. He shrugs, “We’ve both been on the team since freshman year and I’ve never had a problem with him. Maybe you’re the problem?” He meets with dead silence as you stare up at him from your bowl.

“Funny, Bott. I’m just not looking forward to spending so much time with him, if he behaves like that, anyway.” Exasperation visible, you slump in your chair to think. “It’s not like he’s on the sidelines. He’s the damn captain, which means I have to talk to him a lot.”

Marco shrugs. “You’re being dramatic. He’s a pain sometimes, but he’s not that bad. Just try to be nice to him, please. Eren won’t get any nicer if you’re mean. Plus,” He stops to take a bite of his food, “we don’t have the time for fighting. We’re expected to go to nationals this year, and that’s not happening if you two scare each other off.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Bott. I’ll see you at practice later.” Uncrossing your arms and brushing off your legs as you get up from your seat. Okay, sure, Eren has yet to be anything except slightly dismissive and maybe just a little shit. He hasn’t actually done anything to you. You toss your bag over your shoulder before thanking Marco for the meal and dismissing yourself.

As the time for practice draws closer, you collect your thoughts as you stand outside the cold metal doors of the university’s second largest gym. Sure, you went to a school notorious for its D-1 volleyball, but the gym’s size was excessive. The high rise bleachers felt as if they would swallow you alive and the walls would collapse in. They had before. You remember the bile pool in your throat as the sports cameras flashes ate at your failure and spat you back out. Like a gazelle running from its predator, your body craves to run away from the glorified arena ahead of you.

“The fuck are you standing in the doorway for? Are you going in, or what?” Is it wrong to want to choose violence? Couldn’t he just say excuse me or ask if something’s wrong like a normal person?

Ugh, you should choose peace and not mess up a good opportunity. Just think about the money and all the nice things you can buy.

“I’m obviously just trying to get in your way.” You push the door open and walk into the gymnasium, not bothering with holding it open for Eren. In fact– hopefully it hits him! 

You hear the door fly open again behind you and a bag hits the ground with a loud thud. Eyes landing on the congregation of men in jerseys surrounding a smaller man, you beeline over to them. As you near, the smaller man, who you assume to be Coach Levi, locks his gaze with you. Is he… angry? Concerned? It’s impossible to determine what he’s thinking as he continues to stare.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?”

Your jaw drops. You’ve met more people in your life than you can count and never did a single person start a conversation in such a way.

“Not as far as I’m aware of…?”

“Okay, if you do what Hanna did, I will rip that baby out of your-”

A blond kid speaks up, “Um, Coach, you probably shouldn’t be threatening them on the first day. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to do that when we really need someone to organize our itinerary and keep practice stats. We’re nothing if we don’t have those numbers.”

“Fine, Arlelt. You and Braun stay here, explain how game statistics work and start having her do one-on-ones after. Performance evaluations for all of you.” You watch as Coach Levi’s eyes hover over Eren, who looks less than pleased. You’re not sure what’s going on there, but also can’t bring yourself to care. “Rest of you can go practice.”

As you glance over at the two boys who stayed, it throws you off that you’ve seen both of them before. The little blond one, you’re pretty sure his name is Armin. You’ve seen him walking around with Eren before, but he always looked so out of place in how gentle he is. You’re pretty sure you watched him bump into a trash can and apologize.

The other, however, you don’t think you’ve ever seen a man with such a commanding presence. He’s well-built. You’re pretty sure even a Greek god couldn’t hold up in comparison. You scoff internally, ‘it’s always the fucking volleyball players.’ But there’s something that lingers on your tongue, a conversation revolving around him. Then it hits you, Petra’s gossipped about him before!

“There are some really cute guys on our volleyball team. Did you know that?”

“Not this again, Petra. We’re supposed to be doing our biology homework.”

“Bitch, please. Let me speak. Anyway, there’s this guy on the team, his name is Reiner and oh my god- that is one fine ass man. He’s built like a tank engine. Not only that,” she says, a little giggle follows. “I’ve only heard this from two girls. He says he doesn’t like to hook up a lot, but his head game is insane. Like cum in a minute insane.” 

You stare, “I’m pretty sure that’s impossible, Petra.”

“I don’t know! Hook up with him yourself and you can give me all the juicy details afterwards.” You can only sigh in response, disturbed by your best friend’s inability to study.

But, here he was in the flesh, all 6’2 farmers tan of him. You couldn’t possibly do something so scandalous on your first day, could you? You shake the thought out of your mind as Armin talks.

“Volleyball stats are relatively easy to get the hang of. You just need to watch pretty closely. Even if you do miss something, we record them and you’ll go back through with Eren to make sure everything is recorded properly. Then, you’ll want to convert the numbers of each hit, serve, and pass into percentages compared to how many times it occurred per set.”

Reiner laughs, just a small one, but lord it’s like music to your ears. “Armin, you’re dumping too much info on them at once. It’d probably just be best to just show them the ropes visually and they can go from there. C’mon, let’s have coach set up the camera and record the three-on-three’s that they’re doing now.  We’ll watch the game, I’ll have you watch me record it, and then we’ll go back over it while watching the tape later.”

You nod, feeling just a hint of warmth across your face. Is this even possible, to have a school-girl crush in university? Those days were supposed to be behind you, but you can’t help but have the smallest bit of a smile as you follow him and Armin to speak with Coach Levi.

As you watch Reiner and Armin record the stats, your mind spins with utter confusion. You’re beyond lost, unsure how they’re even keeping up with the sheer amount of movement the players are doing. Dig? Write it down. Set? Write it down. You want to groan, or maybe even just go get dinner as you feel your stomach rumble.

As practice wraps up, your stomach rumbles in pain once again as it craves its next coddling. Reiner glances over from where you two stand, finishing up showing Coach Levi the statistics and getting a dismissive, “make sure it’s right,” instead of an appreciative response. He smiles at you, looking down.

“Gettin’ hungry?” He asks.

“Beyond hungry,” you say, shoulders dropping in defeat. “I’m being tortured. I haven’t eaten since noon. It’s 7 now! It’s criminal that you guys would starve me for so long.” You tease Reiner. He only responds by glancing at the gym door where most of the boys say their goodbyes before tapping out for the night.

“Y’know, I’ve heard I make a mean rice bowl.” 

It didn’t take much convincing for you to follow him back to his dorm room as practice winds down. Upon sitting across from each other at his make-shift dinner table, you learn Reiner is one of the middle blockers, coming at no surprise to you when taking in consideration to his stature. Although, you also learn he was from the countryside and this scholarship was his way out.

“Y’know, I always kinda dreamt of moving to the big city and being able to do what I love. But it’s crazy, man, I still can’t believe I’m here sometimes playing for the top university on the island.” 

Hearing the passion in his voice, you question if it’s right for you to intrude as a manager. Is it okay for you to be in charge of the livelihood of the men who’ve come so far and done so much for their passion? The men who could very well play on Paradis’ Olympic Team in the future? The concern is quickly shoved into your mental locker to be returned to as Reiner asks about watching a movie over some post-dinner snacks and beer. A much needed chance to relax after endless studying, you agree chipperly and move over to his plush couch.

As you two get halfway through Inglourious Basterds, you feel his arm wrap around you and his head turn in your direction. The alcohol running through your system has you heating up just from the skin contact. You blush as Petra’s words return to the forefront of your mind. You turn your head to face him, eyes interlocking with each other. His eyes signal a look of need, not want. You’re not sure if anyone’s ever looked at you like that before. Like a hunter who’ll starve without the meat of the deer he’s trailing.

“You’re so fucking hot” He mutters, you’re surprised a man of his stature can be so quiet. “I don’t think I’ll last with you as our manager.” Reiner closes the gap between the two of you. There’s a slight metallic tinge on his lips, but it’s addicting in the worst of ways and only deepens the experience. You two continue, allowing yourselves to sink into the couch, your body hitting the arm rest. His kiss moves from your lips to your neck, hands beginning to roam until they find purchase underneath your shirt. First, he plays with your bra before making his way under. Reiner moves his lips from your neck gently, almost like he’s scared of making a mistake. He helps you pull your shirt over your head and follows by removing your bra, his delicate touch unhooking the backing.

“You don’t have to be gentle,” you coo to him, lust-filled gazes connecting. “Please, I like it a bit rough, I swear.” He groans into the valley of your breasts.

“Don’t say that shit, I might break you.”

You can only laugh at his words, unfazed by the prospect, if not even more turned on by it. 

“Holy shit, please do,”

“In that case,” He says, voice lower as if weighing his options internally. “Don’t blame me if you limp to practice tomorrow.” Reiner helps you remove your pants before his fingers begin to dance over your body again. The touches are soft as they ghost the outline of your skin, your heart beating as you wait for him to soothe the ache between your legs. You attempt to rub them together for a semblance of friction but his arms find their way to keep them split. His gaze shifts up to you, eyes narrow as if disapproving of your behavior. Reiner’s face then begins to move lower, tongue licking a stripe up the inside of your thigh as his fingers begin to dance over your clit. He moves his face over to meet his fingers, tongue flattening against your clit, which draws a moan of approval from you. It seems evident that it spurs him on further as he begins to speed up his tongue, then switching to sucking your bud and having his fingers delve lower to your hole. Reiner holds eye contact with you as he begins to press one of his monstrous fingers inside of you. 

You can only make a noise of approval as he pushes it further in, approving of how well even one of them feels inside. It heightens your pleasure as he thrusts it forward, keeping his tongue dancing and sucking against your clit in a flurry of movements that have you questioning if Reiner is really a man and not a god in disguise. As he pushes a second large finger in, you cry out much louder than you should be in the dorms. You bite down on your lip to withhold any further noises, but Reiner puts a complete pause on what he’s doing.

“Keep moaning, baby. Let them hear how well you’re getting finger-fucked right now. This is what Armin wanted to be doing to you right now, did you know that?” He lets out a deep laugh, lips and face glistening in the dim lighting of his tv. “Bet you’d like that, though, huh?” His fingers move again and you gasp. “Yeah, you’d fucking love it if I bent you over and fingered you from behind to show off the entire team what a good little pocket pussy you are.”

That’s what tipped you over the edge. In fact, it’s probably disrespectful to feminism that you allow yourself to be finger-fucked while getting off to the disgusting words spewing out of the blond’s mouth. But social constructs be damned if this man didn’t stick his dick in you soon. You clench around his fingers as they continue to move, despite your cum gushing over his fingers.

“You’re fuckin’ nasty. But you’re still not ready for me.”

His face returns to its original spot, blowing hot air on it first as you wriggle at the stimulation. Reiner only adds another finger in response, allowing the three large digits to stretch you out before moving them once again. It feels as if you’re melting around his fingers as your back arches to the stretch. Despite slight discomfort, it’s overwhelmingly pleasurable to feel the expertise in his ways.

It’s not long after he adds another finger that you feel the coil in your stomach once again. As his tongue laps at your clit with a technique unknown to you, you’re about to unravel against his touch once again.

“‘M gonna cum,” you pant out desperately.

“Do it, cum on my fuckin’ tongue.” He replies approvingly, allowing you to take the time you need to ride out the rush to your body. For a second, you feel as if you’re floating in the way your back arches off the couch and your head spins in pure ecstasy. You glance over at Reiner, eyes fixated, as he removes his pants and reveals the thing you’ve been so curious to see. It matches his stature in almost every way, which makes you cringe at the thought of him fitting it in.

“You said you like it rough?” It’s a trap, that much you’re sure of. You glance back down to examine how large he is before you reconfirm, but before you know it, the condom has slipped on and he’s making his way back to you. He asserts his way on top, arms on either side of your head as he leans in to give you a quick kiss. It catches you a bit off guard, the earlier metallic taste has changed into the taste of your own cum and there’s a slight wince as you taste it. You can’t tell if this man is slightly depraved or hot as hell.

“I asked you a question. It’s not nice to ignore me.” 

A loud smack to your clit resounds as you let out a sharp, pleasure-filled gasp. 

“Yes, please,” you whine. It’s slightly pathetic, how you’re behaving for this man, but god be damned if anything were to impede your moment. 

He only grunts in response, lining himself up with your entrance. As he sinks in, you bite your lip to fight the stretch. You attempt to lie back and relax in his touch to allow him in, but he’s just so large. Reiner bottoms out, tip just ghosting against your cervix. He only grants you a few moments to adjust to his size before he’s pounding into you, your cries of pleasure nothing but music to his ears. The tip kissing your cervix is making your brain fuzz beyond anything you’ve felt before, and your walls hug him in intoxicating ways. Reiner grips both of your legs, bringing them onto his shoulders to push in further which earns you a grunt of approval from the larger man. 

He fucks you like he hates you. Every so often, his head falls back, and he lets out grunts of pleasure. His body moves like an artist painting their long-lost lover from only a distant memory, hips ferocious in their assault of your cunt. Reiner flips you over onto your hands and knees after an indiscernible amount of time, your sweat-covered body cringing at the chilly breeze it causes. His pace is still unrelenting from the back, cock feeling as if it’s touching every inch it can inside of you.

“Holy shit,” He cries out. “I’m gonna cum. I wish I could cum inside this pretty little pussy of yours.”

Without another word, except for your moan of approval, Reiner finishes and delicately slides out of you, removing the condom and disposing of it. He arrives back a couple minutes later, towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

“So, round two?”

“I’m pretty sure you started my period just now.”

[firefly--bright]

blooming hearts.

jean kirstein x reader, reincarnation au

chapter three - growth//act one

chapter warnings ; canon typical violence, death, mourning, mentions of suicide.

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Jean hadn’t known what he was getting into when he scowled at you from afar on initiation day. If he had, maybe he would’ve stopped it, and maybe it would’ve taken him faster to finally accept defeat and pray that his feelings would go away.

No, because even if he prayed to someone who never had the ears to empathize with him and lessen the burden of being in love, he knew he’d regret his wishes coming true. Loving you was the light that he’d hoped for – always present, never flickering, always standing and beautiful. He’d get burnt a thousand times over if it meant he could feel what your warmth again.

He couldn’t put a date to all the times he thought you were the hope. Of how many times he’d looked at his right side with tenderness in his eyes without even trying, of how many times he’d thought you were made out of everything he was curious about – the stars, fire, the sun. even when it was after training and you were sweaty and sat under the shade of a large tree, he wondered how you maintained your warmth in the blazing heat without making him suffocate.

You were on his right as always, he’d find out, as he relaxed lazily on the lush green grass, feeling the inkling of a breeze wash over him. He could only faintly hear his friends and their excited cheers – marco talking to armin about the book that they had read, something jean wasn’t all that interested in, mikasa softly telling eren that he’s doing better in training with the gear and jean could almost see the way the latter’s face would’ve gone red even if jean was looking at the sky above him. Connie and sasha argued bravely with reiner, the blonde's boisterous laugh taking over the whole field. Nothing could reach jean’s ears, however, because when he turned to look at you, on his damned right, you were looking at the clouds just as he was.

He shuddered. Summer in July with a full, heavy uniform on, he shuddered.

And his heart was beating so fast in his chest and he could hear it, almost taste it, when you turned around to look at him and smiled brightly.

Someone called your name. “how’d it go for you guys?” marco asked, armin turning towards you. jean watched as you shrugged and it all seemed effortless – uncalculated, relaxed, you responded with a soft smile, “y’know. Can’t complain. Reiner did try to shove me into a tree, though-“

“that was an accident, I’d never-“

“no, you did! I saw you!” sasha says, pointing at the blonde who looks around for support, red with embarrassment. Jean finds the strength to sit back up, his weight on his forearms, and you turn to look at him after instigating the bickering that now seemingly everyone but you and jean were a part of. He wondered if you could detect the softness that filled his eyes as he looked at you. you offered him your waterbottle, noticing the sweat on his brow, turning back to the conversation – if you could even call it that – at hand.

“I mean, it couldn’t have been intentional-“ bert reasoned, to which eren remarked “reiner’s a team player, though!” at reiner's defence. The man looked like a deflated version of himself, looking down at his lap shamefully.

You laughed. “total team player. Sorry, reiner.”

“honestly, I don’t blame you. if his big-“ connie gestures to his chest, cupping the air around it, “-bumped into me, i'd also fall into a tree.”

Eren laughs. Jean groans, his face scrunching up. “do you want me to tell everyone what happened last night?” he says with a smirk, leaning into the conversation, and connie’s eyes go comically wide.

“no-“ he says, his voice cracking, and the chatter breaks out once more, everyone urging jean to continue.

Marco glances at him with a smile. You and jean make a good team, he thinks, and he wonders how long it’ll take for the two of you to realise it without any help from him. The moment you stop talking, he completes you, without hesitation and with the same sharp glint in his eye as yours. marco always pride himself as an astute observer, the same as his best friend, but unlike the latter, he wouldn’t point out his discoveries outright, not without some coaxing or unless it was absolutely needed. So of course – even if it had been obvious to everyone else except maybe eren – the way you and jean conversed and acted like two halves of the same being didn’t go unnoticed by him, the way jean stole a couple spritz of his lavender perfume sometimes to make himself more “presentable” to no-one in particular, he knew it was for you. the way your shoulders relaxed under only jean’s soft gaze, the way you would try to spot jean’s ashy hair across the dining hall and would beeline towards him without hesitation. All of it, all the telltale signs of young love that was capable of turning so much more were all present, splayed out with its organs open to poking and prodding.

Marco wondered if this is how it would always be. If jean would always glance at you for a reaction while retelling a story against connie’s loud protests, if you would always laugh at his obvious attempts to bring connie down as much as connie did to jean.

Maybe it would. Maybe marco would always observe you two, skirting around your feelings because it was too obvious to say out loud.

And maybe it was, marco realized, his eyes squinting at your interaction with his best friend – unsaid, almost secret but not ashamed to be out in the open. He watches with only a little confusion as jean nods his head towards you with recognition and a small smile that barely reaches his cheeks and then he watches you, a stranger he doesn’t know the name of, do the same to him and almost wants to laugh at how obvious this is. But nobody else is watching, nobody witnesses the universe bait its breath and stop time for an intangible second.

And then, just as quick, you turn back to the rest of his friends and ask with your shoulders relaxed, “so, what would you guys like to order?”

Right. That’s what was happening. Marco blinks back at you.

“three cheesecakes. Wait, no, hold on-“ sasha says, and turns to her as connie squints at the menu again, no doubt having trouble reading, mustering up a loud but sure, “dooibos jelly!”

You tilt you head, “one rooibos jelly.”, you say, subtly correcting connie and marco laughs. “stupid ass name.” connie mutters, and jean’s head turns to him. “I know youre not talking, constance springer.”

Your movements still.

“that’s not even my real name. that’s fake. Like, I stole an id-”

“I have your birth certificate on my phone right now.” Sasha says, pulling out her phone from her pocket, but marco’s eyes are on you. “why the fuck do you have my birth-“ “research.” “the astrology bullshit again?” “something has to answer to this mess!” “excuse me? Im beautiful.” baldy - connie speaks.

Your fingers have gone stiff, shoulders tensed, blinking rapidly and it clicks. It makes sense. To marco atleast. He steps closer to the counter, placing his hands on the wood. “breathe, just breathe through it.”

Your eyes close, as if that would help with everything you were seeing. In the wooden, humid dining hall, connie stealing from your plate, repeating the same joke with him and the brown haired girl and doubling over with laughter as your beloved grumbled under his breath about how it wasn’t that funny but you knew he was smiling too; comforting connie after he lost his twin, accompanying him to ragako to see his family and listening to his stories about his small but loud village.

you did as you were told, not questioning Freckle’s instructions as you inhaled, exhaled. One, two three. Why did remembering have to be so painful? You could only faintly make out the concerned voices that filled around you, hands guiding your shoulders – they were warm and familiar is all you knew, all you wanted to know – and you try to focus on your breathing, but this name, this goddamn name sends you spiralling through a tornado, falling with you breath stuck in your chest; “connie springer” and his jokes, sitting in the dining room, standing near the stables, charging into an unfortunate carnage, flying through the trees as the branches scratch the side of your face, your cheeks stretched with the wide smile that spills from your lips, your laughter mixed with his travelling through the air because of a joke that was deemed lame by almost everyone but you.

A hand was intertwined with yours, pressing into your flesh with soft pressure despite its calluses, you note, another hand that you couldn’t feel through your clothes rested on your back, feeling the up and down of your breathing, moving their thumb in a small circle there. The wood pattern of the table infront of you, the small chatter from everyone in the café but your circle, the smell of fresh tea – chamomile, you think, you weren’t as good as Levi with the guessing game – berry flavoured gum that stained your tastebuds. Breathing in and then out. In and then out until connie springer became nothing but a name with a face and wrinkles around his eyes. Someone that could lighten the mood with one word. Someone that could hug you and pat your back awkwardly but with all the love he could muster up, which seemed to be a lot. Someone who was important to you. Was supposed to be important to you.

“better?” flower boy asks, and you know its important because he’s never looked at you like this, with this much warmth and knowing, and it was his hand holding yours. With flinching being involuntary, it left less of a choice for you to leave his grip. You can only find it in yourself to nod, a simple action bearing more than you want to imagine.

Connie’s on the other side of the table, looking at you eagerly. Freckles is to your right and Sunshine – this is what you will call her until you could have the courage to learn her name before you learn your own – is sitting to his right, connie’s left. Was his nickname just as heavy as his name? is that why you felt like this? You shift in your seat. You wonder how heavy your own name is.

“man, thought you died again with that look on your face.” Connie jokes, as always. Flower boy’s hand goes stiff in yours and you find it involuntary to squeeze it to relax him. Since when did you give yourself as much importance? Since when did you think that your touch could relax someone? Your hands have always been cold. Dead? Is that what connie said? Checked out.

“too soon.” Freckles says, a small smile on his face. Connie nods and shifts back in his seat. You don’t want to learn the rest of their names – not because you lack the courage or the grief but because you lacked the knowledge to. You couldn’t bear to hold that importance, the expectation that held up their faces, the same look your parents held, the same look that would be broken when you mentioned going to the university of paradis instead of the one you couldn’t get into. You couldn’t bear to break the news to them, their hopeful faces, looking at you for a word – your word, the one you hated to say out loud because it made your existence far more real than you’d like it to be, your name that was nothing but an outline of what you were supposed to be – and to watch their same faces fall because of everything you couldn’t provide. Your story was already written, however, because the next words you could think of were remnant of what you wanted to say and not what you were supposed to say, “so, what have you been up to?” with a pep in your voice that you didn’t recognize. You suppose you never have been able to recognize who you were.

Flower boy’s confusion to your avoidance terrified you, terrified of the importance you felt because you could identify his emotions without so much as a glance at his face. And then there were Sunshine and connie who talked over each other, their voices settling deep within your bones, everything you felt increasing tenfold, feeling like it was no longer contained within you but reached out of the boundaries of this store. It terrified you. You were giving yourself too much importance, a place that wasn’t supposed to be filled by you.

Freckles looked between the two of them, opening and closing his mouth to say something, interject their stories, and flower boy was still looking at you. You wondered what he was thinking. You wondered what you were thinking, too, to still be here. You had a plan, something that you were supposed to do. Complete high school graduation, something that would fulfil your parent’s wishes before everything else, pretend to care about further education, pretend to care about waking up no matter how exhausted your body was from never sleeping, pretend to eat, pretend to not lock your bathroom, pretend you didn’t want to let the ground bury you. It’s embrace would be infinitely warmer than whatever the air held, always smelling like built up guilt and discomfort that refused to leave no matter how many incense sticks you burnt, no matter how much smoke you filled up with. And then pretend to be alive for seven minutes as the cold felt warmer and the warmth felt colder. At least, that’s what it was supposed to feel like according to the minimal, hesitant research you had done about bodies after death.

Planned. Everything with you had to be put in perfect, cursive letters, reminding you of who you were supposed to be, of the shoes and clothes you were supposed to fill out. The heaviness of it all, too; you were listening, not quiet there, and it felt a lot like an apology. Like lost letters from friends who could never find the other’s new address because they never reached out to. It felt a lot like an admission of guilt than you actually being here, like this big performance the steps to which you were entirely unaware of, always teetering between the edge of being just enough and failing, always on thin ice.

Dead. That’s what you were supposed to be, right? Connie said it. Flower boy felt it, you were sure, and Freckles was aware of it. Sunshine tried to hide it entirely but the pea sized elephant in the room was made clear to you – you were not supposed to be here. Maybe some other, better, beautiful version of you was. she deserved it. You didnt know her but you knew that she did, and who were you to deprive her of that joy? The joy of getting to know the version of you that was long buried underground with dirt filling their lungs and whites of their eyes turned a cold grey. Whoever it was that you saw in your dreams – you refuse to call her your own name – was someone else entirely, crumpled under the weight of those fiery monsters in an island that went just as unnamed as you. Maybe that’s who they were looking for. You were dead, performing at a funeral of someone you’re supposed to know, someone youre supposed to be, and people are looking at you for answers you don’t have. They’re looking at you.

Theyre looking at you. You stare at the space between you and flower boy, Freckles is tapping you on the shoulder. You look up, theyre looking at you for answers you don’t have, expectant smiles on their faces for a voice you couldn’t bear to hear from yourself, for a name you could never make your own.

Sunshine shifts closer, her hands leaning on the table. You do the same, leaning in close so her excited whispers can reach your ears even though what she asks isn’t a secret. “what’s your name?”

right. You owe it to them.

You lean back. It hurts. You tell them who you are.

And then theres more silence. They seem to know how to deal with it – Sunshine leans back into her chair and stares as the ceiling much like connie, Freckles leans forward and rests his head on the table, flower boy stiffens entirely and you worry he isn’t breathing. He shifts closer to you without speaking and you let him. Who are you to stop him? They know you now. Or atleast, theyre supposed to. You rub circle’s on flower boy’s hand, rhythmic, performing. Speaking of a dead person was hard, especially since it was yourself. You never knew how to sign off on letters, you never knew how to give speeches or how to start them without sweating and now you had a crowd – a procession, some mourners for someone you were supposed to be – and it felt like an apologetic eulogy of someone you had never met but were supposed to know about, know of, become. It wasn’t you.

Maybe your parents were also mourners. The few friends turned strangers you had back where you regrettably grew up were also mourners.

but that was giving yourself too much importance. Who were you to have a funeral? You would never. But she – the you with the blades in your hands - could. she would. Was it him? flower boy? Who cried over your – her – dead figure drenched in blood, promising something important? Must’ve been him with the way he was holding you now but, then again, it wasn’t you being held. It was the body in the casket that went unburied not because she wasnt loved enough, but because she were loved too much.

Something that could never be you. Too much importance.

The silence was broken by Freckles. He smiled warmly, with familiar happiness, letters found by strangers turned friends after finding the right address to go to. “good to see you again.”

again, as if you’d met before. As if it was you who he’d met and loved.

You smiled back as performance, standing up with him as he took you in his arms, noting the way flower boy’s hands lingered in yours as you got up. she must’ve been important, this version of you that they had built up in their heads that you were sure to destroy with one wrong word. Freckles hugged you tightly, his arms circling your shoulders, his head resting on top of yours and you wonder if he thinks it’s an awkward form, one of your arms is pressed in between both your bodies, the other reaching around his back, your nametag digging into your chest, no doubt digging into his as well with your rapid breathing. Connie and Sunshine joined in a minute later, unable to stop themselves – how you could guess their emotions was a mystery to you. You were giving yourself too much importance, you assumed, flower boy’s hands engulfing the four of you now and despite the layers of arms covering you, you could feel his warmth the most.

You were giving yourself too much importance.

“connie, I cant breathe.” Sunshine says, her nose buried into Freckles’ dark blue sweater.

“its jean’s fault-“

“get your nose out of marco’s fucking big back-“

“just because im taller than sasha doesn’t mean I have a big ba-“

So many names being thrown without a care in the world; without the importance held under their tongues that you thought they’d hold. No longer Sunshine and flower boy and Freckles, their names meshed together with the memories and the pain of remembering, again, and you wondered why it had to be you. Why it had to be someone like you who had to hold this gun to your own head, you who had to recite a eulogy in front of strangers, you who had to forget and remember and forget again, why it was you who wasn’t allowed to give yourself too much importance, why it was you that was supposed to be important.

Your head buried itself further into Freckles’ – marco. Marco with constellations for freckles, marco who had asked you – her – for advice on what to give his youngest sister on her birthday while being so far away from her, marco who had told you your gear was loose before you headed headfirst into battle without knowing its consequences, marco who had told you that you and your flower boy make a good team after a mission, marco who’s face chewed off in an uneven chunk, half his limbs destroyed, his eyes closed. Without a goodbye.

Marco. His name was marco now, your eyes closed tighter, the chatter around you increased. Something about connie saying, “what did we do now?” only to be met with “did we not tell them our names?” “I don’t… I think we did?” “well clearly fucking not.” Followed by another pair of arms replacing marco’s, and the feeling itself made you crumble to your knees if it wasn’t for him holding you upright, your weight pressed onto him. He held you delicately, with a purpose you didn’t have the importance to serve. “I’ve got you. We’re here.” He says, and if just the sound of his voice could solve everything, you’d let him. You’d let him play god, you’d let him play with the strings of the universe that you’d let control you, you’d let him put you in your coffin and dig dirt on top of your stranger of a body.

“should I get them some tea? What’s their favourite?” previously Sunshine, now turned sasha asks. No, she was always sasha. Were you always yourself? You weren’t sure about that, but her voice makes you grimace, even with her honeyed tones flowing to your ears. It wasn’t her fault. No matter how much you tried to suppress all that you were feeling to show that you were fine because that’s what the mangled corpse of yourself would’ve done in another life, you don’t, because you're not her, and sasha’s voice serves as a reminder of her being a part of you. Bunking with her, her hair flowing over her shoulders as she took a hold of your hands and practically begged you to steal some extra rations from the kitchens, sitting on her bed after your first expedition, sitting in silence for the first time since you met her because both of you were incapable of having something to say to each other, opting to hold each other instead, brushing the knots out of her hair as she rambled to you about the countless horrifying ways her date with the blonde chef all while laughing at her drawn out conclusions about the end of the date that hadn’t even started yet.

And then there was him. Flower boy. Jean. His nickname felt just as heavy as connie’s, but if you had the strength to, you would’ve wondered why, knowing that the answer would be a low, inconsiderate hum from the universe, and the way your heart constricts in your chest makes you wonder if this serves as a punishment. The sin you hadn’t meant to commit, the sin of being someone else and trying to fill their uncomfortable shoes – maybe the hole in your chest was a cruel, albeit worthy, damnation and the only thing that brought you comfort was the fact that you had felt this before. That you had prepared yourself by knowing what it felt like to have nothing to thaw yourself from the frozen state you were in. even if it wasn’t in the same position as you were in right now, you had felt the drowning depth that your limbs ache into and ache for. The only problem was him. The same person who was quiet literally holding you up by the shoulders was the reason you were so conflicted, why everything felt worse because now you had people to let down. you knew what it was like to be held by him and you knew that it was him who was holding you and now you had to come to terms with the uncontrollable fact that you had to be the one to break his hopes. Tell him that the person he had been looking for was dead, waiting to be buried by him, body getting warmer by the minute because he was holding it’s corpse.

Dead. You were supposed to be dead, you had everything planned out. Complete highschool. Pretend. Dead. You were supposed to be dead but now jean’s warm breath is shifting the hair where his nose rested, his lips forming words you’re sure you can shape yourself into. You breathe out. He feels as real as nothing ever has and you shudder again and you think he thinks youre cold – you are – and he pulls his jacket off and on top of your shoulders as muscle memory even if your skin has never been used to the kindness he’s offering. Hes covering a corpse with his own hands. Bed of flowers growing over your previous body, you were sure, because only she was capable of growing something beautiful.

You control your breathing. You’ve done this before. back when you used to be afraid of the dark, back when everyone with a face claimed to hate you, back when the bathroom was your only respite to breathe. And then jean pulls away, only a little, and youre looking down at your shoes because you know his eyes will speak truth that you don’t want to read. His voice – vibrating, low, considerate, his – asks, “better now?”

Performance. Whoever you were in that life is capable of something far more beautiful than what you could say, and it’s a script that’s been provided for you, because you find the teetering strength to look up at him and speak, finally, with a voice that’s not yours because it’s alive. Or it’s pretending to be. “never better,” your teeth are rotting and falling out and there are maggots in your skull youre dead youre dead youre dead.

Jean smiles. The light falls down on his cheekbones and he looks like he belongs with this performance of you and youre glad your wear for worse body had provided him with a rare reason to smile like that, all soft and kind and eyes crinkled on the corners because he had lived. Your fingers move without the hesitant permission they usually openly have, brushing a lock of his hair behind his ear. His eyes fall shut momentarily, the universe baits it’s breath with patience that it hadn’t been kind enough to show you until now. You breathe in too, involuntary, unallowed, impatient, and your hand falls back down, resting on his chest, feeling the organ of his heart. A place you knew you belonged. Where she belonged. This new performance.

The stage has been set. All you have to do is act. Keep up the appearance of being the person they wanted you to be, all for the satisfaction of someone dead being miraculously alive. You wondered if your demise had anything to do with the way you unfortunately turned out – if the blood seeping out of you somehow tampered with the way you’d live (if you could dare to call it living) in this universe, in this life, but then you look over to sasha who’s deer-brown eyes have a glossy sheen to them, wide and waiting with her arms open, fingers waiting.

The stage has been set. All you have to do is act.

ACT 1, SCENE 1.

INTERIOR. BLOOM TEAS, 4:48 P.M.

SASHA’s arms open for POPPY. The lights filter in through the windows, afternoon warmth slipping into the cool of the store. CONNIE waits, expectant. MARCO’s smile is soft. flower boy JEAN’s hand on the small of POPPY's back. POPPY steps into SASHA’s embrace.

SASHA (smiling, voice cracking)

I missed you.

POPPY (reciprocating)

me too.

CONNIE (joining in)

stop gatekeeping the hug, sash.

SASHA

im not doing shit, baldy.

MARCO (joining in, chuckling)

this feels right.

flower boy JEAN (humming)

we should probably get out of here, though. That guy’s starin’ at us.

ALL turn their heads towards LEVI, who wipes down a cup, shooting glares towards the group.

POPPY

oh shit, I have to be at work right now.

SASHA (holding POPPY’s face in her hands.)

Her hands are soft, warm. Her thumb almost pokes into your eye but she’s careful to not let it.

does this mean we get stuff for free now?

MARCO

sash, I don’t think that’s allowed.

CONNIE

why not? POPPY’s an employee. There should be uh… a discount.

MARCO (turning to POPPY)

...is there?

POPPY

I wish, but no. we do get one free drink per day, though, and sometimes we get to take the leftovers home. I have some matcha cake in my fridge, if you’d like.

SASHA (grinning widely)

are you inviting us to have matcha cake at your place? D’ya have a crush on us or something?

Flower boy JEAN (groaning)

are you sure you wanna share with her, poppy?

SASHA (offended)

hey!

CONNIE

no, jean’s right. for the first time ever.

jean scrunches his face up. Its cute. If you had more importance and more of a connection to being a part of this play, you’d reach out to tap his nose with your index finger gently. Enough to annoy him but still find your affection.

MARCO

I really think we should leave, now that jean said it.

POPPY

don’t worry about it. That’s just levi.

Collective silence.

jean’s head rests on your shoulder for a moment. sasha and connie's face pales. you're not sure if its because of you saying his name out loud or if it’s because theyre still afraid of him. you wouldn’t blame them. marco simply tilts his head – you suppose he wasn’t there when levi had made everyone clean the cabin top to bottom five times over because he had found a singular speck of dirt under one of the beds.

CONNIE

yeah we should fucking get out of here I don’t want him to chop my fucking arm off.

SASHA

I don’t remember the last time I cleaned my room. Can he smell that on me? I feel like he can.

flower boy JEAN

I think he can hear it on you too. Hello captain.

LEVI enters the scene. All eyes are now on him.

LEVI

what's going on here?

CONNIE and SASHA salute, their fist against their chest.

BOTH (eyes screwed shut)

captain levi, sir!

flower boy JEAN (standing up straighter, fixing his posture.)

s-sir. Hello.

LEVI (narrowing his eyes)

names. Now.

FADING OUT

ACT 1, SCENE 2

INTERIOR. BLOOM TEAS, 9:56 P.M

you had the closing shift, and after serving some beverages and food – there were multiple rounds of this, considering sasha – and your hands shook with familiar cold as you pressed in the code to lock the back door of the café, your apartment keys heavy in your pocket, calling you back to your pyjama’s and mattress.

flower boy JEAN

hey, poppy.

POPPY flinches, turning around.

POPPY (smiling softly)

jesus, you scared me.

flower boy JEAN (also smiling, hands in his pockets)

boo.

POPPY

oh, im so scared… I hope a big strong man comes to save me.

flower boy JEAN (interlocking hands with POPPY)

right here, my love.

Huh. Love. It was strange how the nickname fell off his lips so nautrally, as if it were already there, as if it suited you and became who you were. But the name wasn’t meant for you. it was meant for this poppy. A reminder for you to stay on stage without breaking character.

POPPY (laughing softly)

were you waiting for me, flower boy?

flower boy JEAN

no, I was just… you know. Admiring this…. Beautiful alley. Yeah. Nice brick walls you got there.

POPPY (laughing)

yeah, I made them myself, thanks.

flower boy JEAN (starting to lead POPPY home)

I was going to drop you off. Missed you at the shop today.

POPPY

i forgot I took a double shift today. I would’ve told you last week if-

flower boy JEAN

its alright. Where do you live?

Another reminder that he doesn’t know you. this you, the one that half-assed decorating your apartment because you got too whipped up into the semester to care about how you lived. This you who couldn’t call any place a home. How could this you – someone who’s not a poppy or a love or a whoever he deems fit – compare to the one that had a temple built under her sacred name in the centre of jean’s heart?

POPPY

just straight and then a left. Takes about twenty minutes by foot.

flower boy JEAN hums.

Theres a lull in your barely-there script of a conversation, your hand still in his.

flower boy JEAN

you okay?

POPPY (smiling)

of course I am. Why?

flower boy JEAN

you’ve been acting kinda weird since you found out our names.

Fuck. Did he figure you out? Did you let yourself slip away? Youre supposed to be dead. Your grave was already made. Perfect coffin with your name crossed out and eyes forcefully screwed shut.

POPPY (leaning her head of flower boy JEAN’s shoulder)

just a little tired. I had a couple classes before work, so.

flower boy JEAN (humming)

wanna order some takeout when we reach your place? I know some really good pizza.

POPPY (smiling)

I’d like that.

FADING OUT, flower boy JEAN AND POPPY HAND IN HAND.

END OF ACT ONE.

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w;c : 1k+ (fuuccc)

warning: bottom!m!reader || toxic reader? || levi being butthurt || monster fucking || nsfw || minors dni || male bod reader || reader is a slut || oops, made him cry || Modern AU || heavy lemon - I gave Levi a height boost. He is 8 inches taller than reader. ily lol || x Erwin??? brat taming??

You are a very attractive man. Like, get anyone you wanted type of a man. You had an attractive body and a haircut/style that just fit you so well.

You also are very observant. You work at a high class modeling agency and you are one of the world's top paid male models. You are first and someone you work with often is 2nd.

"Good-morning Levi." You said with a smile. "Good-morning, M/n." Levi said avoiding your gaze, tips of his ears red. Noticing this you smirk to yourself.

"Um, Pat needs emergency green screen photo's from you so you should go see him." Levi mentioned still looking away. "Alright talk soon." You said flirty under the cut and walked away. You heard Levi sigh relieved just before the voices in the room slowly faded.

"Pat. You needed me?" You ask, peeking your head into the equipment room. "Yes! I did, we are lacking in photos from you heavily and the people...as bad as it sounds.. aren't that interested in seeing the other models as much as you.

That high-key gave you a power boost but you wouldn't say that out loud. "So, we've prepared some quick outfits from Prada and Balenciaga. Try em' all on. We got work to do." Pat says enthusiastically. You sigh. It's gonna be a long day.

Many hours later, you're finally finished with you photo-shoot and you're heading out to the indoor parking lot. "M/n!" A woman's voice echos through the lot. You turn to see a blonde woman with blue eyes. "Krista!" You smile. "Hey hey! How are you?---Scratch that there is bigger things to talk about." Krista says joyfull. "Well, get to it." You say impatient. "Erwin is hosting a colleague party for the huge skyrocket in revenue. You're our top paid model. You HAVE to be there!" She smiled widely, clearly excited. "I mean how could I say no?" You smile slightly.

"When is it held?" "Tomorrow night at 11:00pm." "Alright, i'll definitely be there." "See you."

The night ended on a good note. You had takeout for dinner, had a h or c shower then went to bed. The next day wasn't very eventful, you went to a couple fashion shows like normal, then shopped online most of the day.

Soon came Erwin's revenue party, you had a very eye catching outfit. (you can choose) You took an uber as you planned on having a couple drinks. You finally arrived at Erwin's penthouse and you knocked. "Hey M/n. Good to see you." You low-key had the hots for Erwin. He was very handsome and slightly reserved. "I was hoping you'd come." He smiled.

"It's your party. I'd never miss it. " Your eyes darkening. Erwin let you in and you were greeted by many colleagues. You felt an intense gaze and soon realized it was Levi. When you noticed him, he looked away embarrassed. You knew exactly what you'd do.

You walked over to Levi, drink in hand. "Hey. You didn't say hi to me." You say with a fake sad tone. "Yeah, sorry. I just-." He stopped. "Hmm?" "I don't know. Can I get you another drink to make it up?" Levi offered. "Sure. Then I can show you something." Levi had a curious look on his face but didn't ask any questions.

"What can I get you?" A woman with short brown hair asked. "Um, 2 Lemon-drop tequilas. Extra tequilla please." Levi requested. You stared at him with lust which Levi noticed many times. "Be right up!"

You start a normal convo with Levi at one of the tables in the penthouse. "M/n!" Marco called from the pool table. "Wanna play?"

You look over at Levi who looks a bit bummed at the sudden end of the convo. That secretly made you want to press it more. You look back over to the pool table. Erwin giving pleading eyes and you give in. "Sorry Levi, talk soon?" "Sure.."

You knew you were an asshole. Not that you cared however. You walked over to the pool table. Those around you began to chant "Illegal shot, Illegal shot, Illegal shot!" You were focused but a bit tipsy. You made the shot anyway. Everyone around the room cheered.

You can see Levi staring in your peripheral view. You took this as an opportunity to stir some more shit up. You look at Erwin and tell him to follow you. Erwin knowing where this is going, takes your hand as you lead him to another side of the penthouse.

Levi begins to shift around the room unsubconsciously following you. When you see nobody is around beside Erwin and Levi who is around the corner, you bring erwin into a heated kiss and begin to grope his cock. Erwin groans deeply and lifts behind your knees so now his manhood is pressing against yours. He begins to dry hump and you bury you head in his neck. You meet eyes with Levi and grin.

Just to overstep, "Erwin, I want it.." "Want what, doll?" Erwin acts oblivious. "Your dick, daddy." You say all this while look at Levi dead in the eyes. The man looks like he could cry. He disappears into the corner and Erwin brings you into the room of the door you were making out on.

You get pounded by Erwin for the next 30 minutes. You couldn't lie and say it wasn't a bit hard to take. You were sore but made your way back to the party. You saw Levi sitting alone at the "bar" and decided to "spill your drink" on him. You made it look realistic too, impressive.

"Shit sorry 'Vi." You say, definitely not just drunk on tequila. "It's fine." Levi avoids eye contact. "Here, lemme.." You say lowly as you attempt to rup the alcohol away with your bare hands. You look up at Levi and he has a certain look in his eyes.

"Maybe you can help me wash it out." Levi says, hinting at something. "Hic- of coursee.." You say, stumbling past people while holding Levi's hand. "Here's the hic- bathroom." You open the door with your back. As soon as you get inside, Levi slams the door shut and holds your waist from behind. His other hand around your neck. "Why're you fucking with me?" He ask in your ear.

"What do you mean, Vi'?" You say sarcastically. "I got something for you.." Levi roughly shoves you onto the bathroom counter. Pulling off your pants and boxers. You knew where this was going which is why you fueled the fire all night. Without warning, Levi shoves himself deep into your ass fully bottoming out. You were stretched out because of your exercise sesh with Erwin. So, it was easy.

That fact pissed Levi off even more. Having to relive seeing the man he liked with a close colleague. Levi took both your hands by the wrists and held them behind you with one hand. The other hand around your neck.

"Gnn..Vi'----" "Shut the fuck up." And with that, he began pounding and rutting his body violently against you. His dick and your ass making a loud slosh and fapping noise. You completely rested your body so you could feel the pounding in your stomach.

Levi gave you no room to move. Asserting dominance over you. You were so well, your ass began to drip on the floor. Groaning and moaning filling the room along with the aggressive shifting of Levi, practically tossing you around.

As Levi pulled his hips in and out with liquids connecting his pelvis and your ass, you came. You came so hard with a loud groan, cum all over the sink mixed with drool. Levi didn't' stop though.

He rammed you through your whole orgasm, not giving you a chance to scream, my coving your mouth. He found your prostate and rammed harder. He began to hear a voice beyond the door and heard Erwins. He slams your body against the door, purposly being louder.

Releasing his hand from your mouth. "--Gkh--!!Levi pleas..e!" You cries, choked up. Erwin stopped and pressed his ear against the door.

Levi rutted more then deep thrusted penetrating your g spot. You came again then began cumming after every thrust. You eyes rolling back, mouth agape, drooling, face flush and hot. Levi loved seeing you like this. All to him. He was being mean on purpose.

He didn't stop for 3 hours straight, only rammed hard, the door pounding along, hitting your cock, now in pain but pleasure, cum all over.

Yeah, it was a long night.

[marcobodtlives]

Here's a sad thought.

You know how titan shifters take the memories of the previous one? So, when Armin ate Bertholdt and took the colossal from him that means he more than likely saw the memory of what happened with Marco, and didn't say anything.

Not to Jean.

No one.

YEAH! THIS IS ON MY MIND CONSTANTLY 😓

24/7 RENT FREE

I say this to everyone I know who watches AoT and I believe it wholeheartedly.

Thank you 🥲 I think about this fact so often and I have so many headcanons about it!!!

Here they all are beneath the cut, I hope you like: 🥹

I reckon Armin would have had flashes of it, felt so sick, picked up Bertholdt’s lingering guilt, and then been utterly torn between telling Jean and keeping it to himself.

I think Armin and Jean are close, particularly so after their planned kidnapping in season 3. I think Armin has always reminded Jean of Marco, and I think a small part of Jean knows that Armin means a lil more to him because it’s the last shred of Marco that he feels he still has.

Marco and Armin were close. They were both smart, inquisitive, caring individuals that wound up being the ones keeping their chaotic friends in line. He might be short, blond, and lack the freckles Jean loved, but Armin is as close to Marco that Jean has - and Armin knows that too.

After Marco’s death, Armin notices how heavily it’s impacted Jean, and he reaches out. Extends an open line, lets Jean know that he’s there for him if he ever wants to talk - really talk.

After their planned capture in season 3, after Armin kills to save Jean’s life, after Armin’s sacrifice in Shiganshina, he’s torn.

On one hand, Jean was closest to Marco, was the one who took his death the hardest, the one who sees him and mourns him more than anyone else. Jean is the one who keeps Marco’s memory alive, he’s the one that fights the hardest to keep Marco from becoming ‘just another comrade we’ve lost.’

Jean has said “he died all alone, without anyone knowing or seeing.” Armin knows the circumstances of Marco’s death kill Jean, rock him to the core.

Armin knows Jean is the one who deserves to know the truth more than anyone.

But Armin also knows the other side to Jean.

Armin knows Jean feels the weight of every death. He knows Jean wakes at night, hands clamped over his ears. He knows Jean’s sketchbook is full of sketches of Marco, and he knows they’re becoming less and less accurate as time goes on.

He knows Jean would fall into a hole, so to speak, if he found out the truth. He knows Jean would need answers, he knows the fury of it all would compromise Jean in the field.

When they reach the ocean, he almost says something. They aren’t in immediate danger, it’s been over a year, they have their answers. Logically, it would be the best time to say something.

But he sees Jean with Conny and Sasha, sees their smiles, the carefree way they laugh as salt water twists their features. And Armin realises… he can’t do this. He doesn’t have the heart to sit Jean down and explain that his best friend of three years was held down and fed to a titan by three of their fellow cadets-turned-traitors.

Murdered. He can’t tell Jean that Marco was murdered. He just - he can’t do that. It’s hard enough seeing it himself when he closed his eyes, he can’t tell Jean and subject him to that truth.

He doesn’t need to fuel Jean’s nightmares by giving him more context. He isn’t going to be the gasoline to Jean’s trauma-fire.

He can tell the truth when they’re stable again. When Paradis isn’t under threat, when there’s peace and hope. When Jean has the time to heal without fear and uncertainty dancing over their heads.

Then they go to Marley. Then Eren leaves. War is declared. They’re fighting for their lives. Again.

Then Reiner and Annie are honest.

And Armin is reminded why he didn’t tell Jean when fists start flying and Jean ends up in the woods with his hands over his ears.

But he thinks maybe things will be okay, when Jean saves Reiner’s ass as they hang from Eren’s ribcage.

[stillxnunpxidintern]

So I've had a few thoughts on what it would be like to be in a relationship with both Ace and Marco, and reason why you would hide from them. I'm writing this mainly cause I had a dream with these two in.

Being with them is great, you balance them both well. With keeping Ace a little more ground on his impulses/recklessness and making sure at Marco doesn't overwork himself with Vice-captain and Doctor duties.

That being said and while you do love them both, you also escape and hide from them a lot of the time, to have some space/time to yourself because they are overprotective men and sometimes it gets a little too much, normally after some other pirate crew tries attacking, when they get a little clingy/possessive.

After the whole Teach incident where he murdered nearly Thatch over a devil fruit, which thankfully he never got his hands on. You had been in the kitchen finishing cleaning up and exited just at the right time, to stop Thatch from being killed, he was still wounded badly but he at least he was alive.

After that they both stuck to you like glue, worried that something might happen to and angry that they didn't see it, everyone was angry, that someone considered family could betray them like that.

So you took hiding, normally you either hide in the kitchen with Thatch causes he's a good brother and commander, always willing to help hide you if it means annoying both Ace and Marco, but you're also willing to hide in the engine work or with Izou.

Once or twice you have even used Pop's to hide from them, to which he is more than happy to help, knowing that it can be overwhelming sometimes with how many people are on the ship.

You knew that if it was dire they could find you easily, but neither were hurt by you hiding from them, though Ace would pout but then would either curl in your side or lay his head in your lap.

Sleeping in-between those two is great for when visiting some of the winter islands or if the weather turns cold, however when it turns hot, you try to escape as your always melting when in the middle, due to them always running hot, so sometimes you decided to sleep in the original bunk you were given when you first joined, just to so you get some sort of sleep to be able to function in the heat.

When it gets hot you have, you have a spray bottle on hand, that you use mainly on Ace cause that man likes to cuddle no matter what, spraying him with the only thing that seems to stop him, even if it's only for a while before he tries again. Marco doesn't try but he does encourage Ace which sometimes results in him getting sprayed but that just makes him laugh, as he can easily take the bottom from you.

If you get injured after encounter with another crew, you always avoid Marco like the plague. You know it's childish but Marco has more than important things to do, like dealing with major injuries and other doctory things. So you treat it yourself by cleaning it and either putting a plaster or bandage on it, as they ain't worthwhile Marco using his blue healing flame, but you would also say if you had a large/major injury, as you don't want to bother man.

If Ace tries to snitch on you to Marco, you'll do the same to him, cause if you're going down you are 100% bringing Ace down with you.

When you do eventually get lectured by Marco, after he corners you, most of the time by chance, then towers over you stopping any attempts at escaping while lecturing you, before dragging you back to his office, normally with Ace following behind to watch the show.

Like one time when you fractured your arm and somehow hide for a few days till Marco found only cause Ace was dancing with you and had tried to spin you, which resulted in a loud yelp and preceded to get dragged away by the blonde, while trying Ace just followed behind and wasn't smiling for once.

When you get sick, you avoid everyone and hide in one of the many supply room that don't get used. You have blankets and pillows as well as something that belongs to both men for comfort. You make sure to bring water and food with you.

You always make a "nest" of sort and curl up into a ball, just sleeping away till you no longer feel sick. A few times you have been found by accident by one of your many siblings, which then leads to Ace or Marco coming to get and bring you to the room.

Those there have been a few times when you've been sick and gone straight to Ace or Marco, depending on who's closest and fall against them. They know when you're willing go to them when sick, it's gonna get a lot worse before it gets better.

And when that happens, both men are stressed way more than normal, as they keep a critical eye on you and they hate seeing you still and not trying to escape.

[shirohige-pirates]

A Truly Mythological Christmas

Cisfem!Reader x Marco the Phoenix

Also on Wattpad // Ao3

18+ - this story is going to get steamy in ways not allowed for your holiday Lifetime specials. Swearing, cheating, assassins, intrigue - you know, all that simple small town stuff.

Note: Halvard is a name that means Stone Guardian - in this story it's not someone's name, but reference to a more literal stone guardian.

Chapter 2: Hometown Blue

SPX airport was relatively small. It had maybe eight gates per wing, and only two wings to speak of. Rarely a stop for layovers, most people only ended up here because this was their destination, or where they were leaving from. The walk was just long enough to help stretch your legs out from the plane ride, and give your luggage enough time to be unloaded, so that you weren’t waiting more than a few minutes before the carousel began to move.

Dadan hadn’t been able to coordinate leaving the house herself to come get you, but you recognized Makino when you saw her. The two of you got your bags loaded into the trunk and hugged before getting into the warmer car.

“So how’s work been?” Makino questions as she makes her way out of the small airport and onto the expressway.

“Oh you know, worked my way up into an executive position and ended up engaged to one of Linlin’s sons.” You sigh, condensing six years of hard work into a single sentence. The two of you kept in touch a little since you moved away, but once Makino had taken over the pub from her mother, all you two really did was touch base every now and then.

“Oh? You don’t sound happy about that.” She muses.

“I can tell you, but you need to promise me you won’t crash the car.” You say it with a laugh, and Makino giggles with you, but she nods.

“I won’t crash the car.”

“Found him balls deep in two blondes in our bed before I came down here.” You say flatly.

“… Oh.” Makino stutters for a moment, driving in silence for a solid minute. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

You laugh, a good and proper laugh, and it slides into a rough sigh. “I came home from work earlier than either of us expected, and found him in bed with two blondes I recognized. I can’t say I was entirely surprised by it.”

“Oh, sweetie.” She pats your leg reassuringly. “I’m sorry. Even if you see it coming, that’s still hard.”

“Yeah… Ah, but now I have a couple months back home to just relax and move on, I suppose.”

“And I’ll do whatever I can to help. You know Dadan’s got three new boys, right?”

“Yeah, she told me about them. Two eight year olds and a five year old?”

Makino nods. “They’re in overdrive most of the time, but they’re good boys. Sabo’s the most well-behaved of the three, but Ace does his best, and Luffy’s… well, Luffy’s five, so it is what it is.”

“Hahaha, yeah, I bet.”

“You heard about Newgate and Roger, right?”

You nod. “Dadan told me. I tried to get time off work to come to the funerals, but my boss and I couldn’t make it work. Roger had an impact on the world, and Newgate was no different. Passing within a week of one another through the islands into chaos.”

“The town never had so many marines in it before, but they didn’t interfere with anything, just kept the peace, and most of the gawkers, outside city limits.” She explains before switching to a lighter topic. “The Musketeers took over the business.”

“Really?”

Makino nods. “Marco runs the store directly - he’s been letting the boys help, says he’s going to have to start paying them soon. Apparently they learn really fast and are doing their best to help. Izou’s been mostly finances and inventory between the store and the farms, and Thatch’s focus has been on the farms more than the store itself.”

“Haruta’s still doing communications, and Vista’s in distribution, yeah?” You question and she nods.

“Whitey Bay took over the international travel that Marco was doing-.”

“He was traveling all this time?”

Makino smiles. “Yeah. I guess he was doing a lot of leg work for networking with other islands, and setting up preliminary trade agreements and such. I think he really only spent about 3 months out of the year here, and even then it was just for the holidays.”

“Huh.”

“Right? Sounds like big city stuff, in the middle of Podunk nowhere’s-ville, doesn’t it?”

You grunt. “Yeah, kind of. Ole Bay took it all over though, huh?”

“Yeah, and goodness, don’t call her that to her face, she’ll kill you.” Makino teases.

“I suppose so, she’s only got a couple years on the rest of us, but back then it felt like such a big gap.” You muse.

“She was probably glad to effectively trade places with Marco,” she continues. “Ace, Sabo and Luffy all picked up that same old name, and I think she was ready to throw them in the river.”

“When one of the most well-known seasonings is called Old Bay, it’s hard for you to get away from a nickname like that when your name is Bay.” You shake your head. “Still, I’m glad things seemed to have turned out well for everyone.”

“And you?” Makino prompts. “I know you’ve said before, that you enjoy your work, but, well…”

“Ah. Yeah.” You sigh, chewing on your thoughts for a few moments. “I enjoy my work. It feels meaningful, and it’s challenging. It doesn’t hurt that I make enough money to live well and send Dadan money too. But I’m not going to lie, I’m worried this whole thing is going to change that.”

“Sour the work, or the company?”

“Oh the company more than the work. If I could find something similar, with a comparable company, and have a comparable impact, then that would be ideal. Not having to deal with Linlin or Perspero would be for the best for all of us, but also I didn’t do anything wrong.” You snarl the sentiment, snapping your frustrations into pieces with your teeth.

“I’m not the bitch who sells her kids off for financial gain to the point that Pero didn’t even tell me he loved someone else, and I’m not the asshole who cheated on his fiance with his secretary and her girlfriend. I shouldn’t be the one who has to leave, or change, or anything.”

“You’re not wrong, but…”

“Yeah, I know.” Sighing you lean back in your seat. You were about ten miles out of town, it wouldn’t be too much longer and you’d be face to face with Dadan. You needed to get this out of your system by then. She’d comforted you over the phone before you’d adjusted all your travel plans, and you didn’t want her to see you still upset over it.

“It’s not my company, and it’s barely going to be my choice. Katakuri’s going to do what he can for me, but if his mom puts her foot down, there’s not much he’ll be able to do.”

“Are you going to sue if you get fired over this?”

“Nah. I could, I’d have plenty of support in a wrongful termination lawsuit, but I have enough money to my name I might just decide to be petty if it comes to that.”

“Oh?”

“I took a picture of Pero in bed with the blondes—Hey!” You grab onto the door as Makino swerves. “Sorry, sorry! I should’ve forewarned that.”

“Yes!” Makino gasps, getting control of the car. “You took a picture?!”

“Yeah. No one moved, and I just… took it.” You shrug. “It was a little surreal, honestly.”

“I’ll say. What are you going to do with it then? This picture to end all pictures.”

“Right now I have no idea. It’s certainly going to be useful, whether I’m dealing with Linlin or Perospero, but I don’t want to have to use it.” You admit.

“You could-.”

“I’m absolutely not moving back home.” You interject. “Even if you’re going to say something like “I bet Whitebeard Agricultural could use someone with your immense talents”.” You imitate her voice a little, getting her to laugh. “I like living in the city, I like working in the city. I don’t dislike home, but, I mean…”

“You’re happy.”

“I am. Even in the face of all this, I still am.” You admit.

“Even so… It’s gonna be nice to see everyone again. Stroll through the shops.” Looking out the window you watch as the scenery goes by. Makino stays quiet, letting your mind wander.

“Where’s Pops buried?” You ask as she reaches the town’s exit.

“High point. Him and Roger both.” She answers. “They took them up through the tunnels so that no one outside of town knew where they were going. There’s a halvard up there, though, so you won’t be able to miss it.”

“Alright. I might make the hike tomorrow if the weather holds.” You murmur.

“He was kind of everyone’s dad in a way, wasn’t he?” She hums and you nod.

“Yeah, him and Dadan, it feels like they raised the town.”

“Dadan’s doing good.” She asserts.

“I know.”

“Those boys are going to make her hold on a lot longer, I think.” Makino says softly.

“She’s not that old, but… I’m sure you’re right.” You bite your lip, pushing back the emotions welling up. Dadan is okay, but thinking about how Pops passed away has you melancholy. “I can’t wait to meet the new rugrats.”

“They’ll be your brothers, yeah?”

“If Dadan officially adopts them, then legally yes. But I don’t mind being the big sister before all of that.” You admit. “We’ve never needed formality before. Oh they expanded the road?” You question, noting the barely paved road that led into town now has two lanes in either direction, and clearly painted lines.

Makino laughs. “There was such an ordeal during the funeral, with all the people, that the town decided to expand on the roadways afterward. We’re not exactly a tourist destination, but the event put Sphinx on the map, so to speak, and people come here for getaways. All those pretty rolling hills and long open roads of farmland were on the news and now here we are.”

“Next you’re going to tell me there’s a stoplight in the town.”

“Four, actually.” Makino corrects, and you both laugh.

“Practically a city.” You muse, and this time Makino nearly snorts trying not to laugh.

[xamaxenta]

SPRAYS BLOOD EVERYWHERE GIRL MAS AGAIN I CANT HANDLE IT........... IM THINKING ABOUT THE COWGIRL/CHEERLEADER AU AGAIN BECAUSE ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT HUUUUGE JUGS MILFY MARCO. SHE WEARS A BUTTON UP AND JEANS AND HER ARMS HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING THAT MUSCULAR, HOW DOES HER ASS LOOK SO GOOD SHE ONKLY EVER WEARS COWBOY BOOTS OR SANDALS. LONG DARK BLONDE HAIR STARTING TO GET THOSE SHINY SILVER THREADS IN IT... FADED SAILOR TATTOOS ON HER BICEPS.... HER NEAT AND WELL KEPT HANDS . SWEAT IS POURING DOWN MY FOREHEAD

also sabo debate team princess star cheerleader with the blondest hair and bluest eyes and pinkest lips, shes all willowy and lean but with the sultriest hips and she Knows It, she chews and pops bubblegum because she KNOWWWSSS it makes people stare. sabo gets anything she wants free drinks free real estate people will risk it all for her and she will take it all , turn around and go ace!!!!! look what i found :3

ace is like a gother version of the Cookie Monster Pajama Pants Girl. shes SMOKIN hot , GREAT rack FAT ass NO bras she does NOT give a shit. she wears a lot of casual skater clothes but she also wears some of the most obscene sexy goth gear imaginable. shes only a cheerleader because sabo is too and they had to ban her from any contact sports because she kept breaking people

maybe this is a college au idk im a degen and Need to have young bunnies acesabo scrambling over milf marco maybe she runs the equestrian team idfk . but my god acesabo. theyre THE hottest couple on campus like they are everyones lesbian wet dream and they absolutely know it and use this to get away with some of the worst innapropriate pda imaginable. sabo sitting casually in outside eating area in her cute mean girls esque little outfit when ace struts up in her tiny black and red plaid miniskirt and torn stockings and knee high boots with so many stupid buckles and the CHOKER, a fat studded leather one , ace just plops herself right down in sabos lap straddling her and sabo shamelessly slides her hands right up the back of aces thighs and grabs her ass, you can TOTALLY tell ace isnt wearing panties. theyre that couple basically frenching in public and theyre so gross but also everyone is too turned on to force them to stop . people try to join "ahaha looking for a third?" "plenty of this to go around if you wanna share 😏" and they are knowm for just the most BRUTAL, NO MERCY turn downs. they do it just because they love the attention and love playing hard to get, and then they love MARCO because their antics DONT WORK ON HER???? impossible. quickly ace we must make out harder.

ive never been into ponyplay in my life but imagining marco putting those metal mouth bridles on acebo and tugging them around like that in her cowgirl getup, acebo with matching red marks on both asscheeks peeking out from under their skirts from marcos flogger........ i need to lay down before i bleed out

As always a fucking banger i have no notes this is all i wouldve wanted to say

I fucking love hyper femme Sabo and her goth gamer gf Ace and how slutty and wanton they are for Miss Marco thee Stallion 😭❤️

[golden-gitch979]

Fionna and Cake x SVTFOE AU

This idea has been floating around my head for a while, and eventually I decided to draw it! As of now this AU (If you can even call it that lol) is on a unspecified hiatus. but I may revisit it sometime soon. Anyways here's all of the characters I made for it!

Starting us off we have Star the Human! Similar to Fionna, she's rocking that classic blonde hair, but let's hers hang out rather than bunching it all up. She's never afraid of a adventure, and with Marco by her side, they can conquer anything

Marco the Cat! Best friend and older brother figure to Star, he's always there to support his friends and act as a voice of reason when things get out of hand

Prince Thomas Trident rules the Candy Kingdom with compassion and empathy but lets his temper get out of hand at times. He has some unusual features, "Demonic" as Janna puts it, with pointy ears, sharp teeth, and a extra eye, there may be more than the candy prince is letting on

Janna Lee the Vampire Queen! Owner of Star and Marco's tree house, she lets herself in whenever she pleases, takes what she wants, and messes with Marco as much as possible! Janna also enjoys pulling pranks on the candy people, and especially their prince

Lady Jackie-Lynn the Oceachromicorn! Right hoof to Prince Tom, Jackie's always there to calm her friends down, especially her Boyfriend Marco.

Hunter Wizard AKA Oskar is the laidback Wildman of the woods. He spends most of his days trying (and failing) to make music, and fending off the various threats that comes with living in a forest

Lumpy Space Pony! Does anyone actually enjoy her company? No one really besides Star & which causes her to be a little clingy to her since she's her only friend. Yes, she's selfish, yes she's entitled, but she means well in her own way and will always try to help

Finally, we have the Ice Queen, formerly known as Eclipsa Petrikov. She tries to maintain a professional appearance, but it's hard when a wand is making you lose your mind. She hangs out in the Ice Kingdom most of the time, and occasionally tries to kidnap a prince or two. Deep down though, she's just a troubled soul and I think she can sense somethings wrong too

And.. that's everyone! So far at least. Like I said this AU is on a hiatus for who knows how long, but I do plan on coming back to it sometime soon! I also plan on making more dynamic/expressive poses for the character images in the future, but that'll most likely take a while. With all that said, Thank you to anyone who stayed until the end, it means the world to me!

Here's the "finale" photo!

[the-brothers]

.Adoption.

"You kids know how I've been wanting to expand the family," your father started as the four of you had gathered around the dinner table.

"But Pops," you interrupted, "isn't it a bit late to be adopting more kids? I mean you're already so busy and not as young as you used to be."

His golden eyes narrowed slightly, "I'd like to remind you lass, that even though you are mature beyond your years, you are in fact only sixteen." he sighed, "These boys really need a home and can only be adopted together. You yourselves know how hard it is being grade school age in an orphanage."

You and Marco frowned. It had been almost eight years since your adoption, but you could never forget the way potential parents lit up when they saw the nursery. Not to mention all of the people who wanted to separate you from your self-professed twin. The social workers would always tell couples you were actually two years apart and not blood-related. You'd cry and shout to make things difficult, Marco would roll up his little sleeves and challenge anyone who dared to take you away. You were his sister and your DNA had nothing to do with it.

The day Edward Newgate arrived the two of you were separated to meet the man before he could take you home. It was less likely for you to act out if you didn't have your brother. When you entered the office, you were greeted by the enormous blond and another kid who had to be in his late teens. You were terrified, and shy having left all of your confidence with Marco.

After introducing himself and Thatch he began to ask you about your interests, typical stuff favorite colors, animals, what you wanted to be when you grew up, to which you murmured quick one-word answers. You also kept your distance.

"They told us you're quite the entertainer lass." Newgate pressed trying to figure out how the outgoing singer that was described to him was this timid girl.

You shrugged looking down.

Before you could think of a response there was a scuffle outside and the door burst open revealing the seething ten-year-old.

"Marco!" a worker desperately called after him.

He stood protectively in front of you scrunching his face at the man, "You can't take my sister, yoi."

"Sister?" Newgate sat back surprised, they hadn't told him you had a sibling.

"He isn't actually her brother," the woman corrected, "they've just been here for the last three years and are fond of each other."

"No," Marco growled, "she is my sister and you can't just take her."

Newgate watched you cling to the little blond, tears streaming down your tiny face. He was impressed by the boy's will to protect you and the bond you shared despite not being related.

"If they feel this strongly why on earth would you split them up?"

Your eyes snapped toward the man.

"That's just how it works sir, sometimes even siblings have to be separated. Our goal is to get them into a loving home, sometimes it's by all means necessary." the woman replied taking a step toward Marco.

"Marco was it?" Newgate leaned forward, "How would you like to leave here with your sister?"

Marco remained guarded but gave the man a nod.

"Then there we have it." he boomed, "Do you kids have any special belongings you'd like to bring?"

"But sir, you've only done the paperwork for F/N." she gaped.

"Then make copies for the lad," he smiled at her, "I'm doubling in fees. One would think you'd be thrilled."

"Boys?" you asked, "as in more than one?"

"Three." Pops nodded.

"She's just upset she won't be the baby anymore, yoi." Marco teased.

You swatted the blond.

"Two seven-year-olds and a four-year-old," Thatch confirmed.

"Awe~" you sang, "They're just babies!"

Marco rolled his eyes while Pops smiled and shifted.

"We'll go shopping tomorrow they've given me the boys sizes and the youngest will need a booster seat for the dinner table and the car." your father rumbled.

_____________

"They're here, yoi!" Marco shouted up the stairs.

"I'm coming!" you covered the receiver of the phone to reply, "Shanks, I have to go my little brothers are here."

"Call me tomorrow, babe." your boyfriend cooed, "Good luck with the rug rats."

"Of course. Now I gotta go before Marco drags me down." you flushed and said your goodbyes before hanging up and excitedly rushing down the stairs.

Thatch entered the house first with the small raven haired toddler in his arms. The two older boys followed with wide eyes taking in their new surroundings. The youngest shifted against Thatch's chest and turned toward you with an adorable grin. Immediately your heart melted, every fiber of your being was beckoned to protect him for all time.

"This is your new brother, Marco and your sister, F/N." the brunette introduced pointing at each of you

"I'm Luffy!" he chirped, tiny voice full of confidence.

"This is Ace," Thatch pointed to one of the boys who looked up at you with large ruby eyes that only accentuated the smattering of freckles on his face, "And this is Sabo." he motioned toward the other boy with messy blond hair.

The older two crossed their arms remaining guarded though Ace gave you a curt nod Sabo's green eyes refused to acknowledge you or your siblings.

"They've been to a few rough foster homes so give them some time." your father piped closing the front door behind him.

"Well, welcome home." you murmured, "Would you like to see your room?"

Luffy reached for you wrapping his legs around your waist.

"You guys have to share for now, but we'll be moving soon, and you'll have your own spaces, yoi." Marco added.

"We're used to it." Ace muttered following you up the stairs with Sabo far behind.

"Can I stay wis you?" Luffy asked squeezing your neck.

You squealed internally that the cutie in your arms already seemed to be attached to you, "Of course you can! I'll even read you a story."

After giving the boys a tour of the house and backyard Thatch called everyone in for dinner, which was a bit of a mess to say the least. Luffy rocked back and forth and side to side in his booster seat after clearing his plate trying to snatch food away from your and Sabo's plates as you both were stationed on either side of him at the table.

"I've never seen a toddler eat so much." Thatch said quickly fixing Luffy a second helping.

"Please hurry I can't fend him off much longer." You muttered blocking the kid again.

"He's always like that." Ace commented handing Thatch his plate to fill next.

"Are you not hungry?" you asked Sabo watching the blond poke at his food.

His green eyes moved toward you before quickly glancing away. He had been like this all evening carefully listening and watching but refusing to speak or make eye contact. It bothered you that he seemed to distrust the family so much. He must have survived some trauma in foster care.

"He'll eat when he's hungry, lass." Your father rumbled, "No pressure lad, if you don't like it there are plenty of other things to eat."

"But this is real good," Ace added.

The blond scrunched his nose at the freckled boy as if he were betraying him somehow. You could only hope he'd warm up to the rest of you in time. As you reached to wipe Luffy's face clean there was a sudden clatter of dishes and cutlery. Ace seemed to have passed out in his food splattering mashed potatoes everywhere.

Marco panicked and stood yanking the boy from his seat as he groggily opened his ruby eyes and muttered, "I'm not done."

"He has narnolopsy." Luffy chirped.

"Narcolepsy." Sabo quietly corrected.

"Does this happen a lot?" you asked watching Marco help Ace wipe his face and clothes.

"Yus." Luffy replied.

"If I'm still for too long or bored I guess. It's not so bad." the freckled raven replied getting back to his food.

After dinner, you set the boys up for a bath. It seemed the three felt comfortable all going at once though you worried if two seven-year-olds could really keep an energetic toddler in the tub or from drowning for that matter. So, you waited outside the door listening for any distress until they were done.

Luffy rubbed his eyes and yawned wide as you tugged him into the living room to pick a kid-friendly chapter book off the shelf. Not knowing what he was looking at he just picked the one with the most colorful cover and handed it to you.

"Pirate Adventures? Good choice." you hoisted him up on your hip and took a seat in the old recliner in the corner of the room.

Leaning back and covering up with a throw you read until Luffy was sound asleep snuggled into your chest and your eyes were too heavy to keep open. You dog-eared the page and set the book aside before drifting off yourself.

Some hours later your slumber was interrupted abruptly by the blaring pinging of the home security system. Not feeling the weight on your torso anymore your eyes shot open in a panic. Luffy was gone. Covering your ears, you stumbled to your feet and bolted up the stairs as the house phone began to ring.

Marco had already burst into the boy's room and was holding Sabo by the back of his shirt. All three boys had full backpacks strapped to their backs and the window was half open. Finally, the alarm cut off as Thatch entered the room still speaking on the cordless phone.

"No worries, it was just our little brother's opening the window," he spoke politely as he frowned at the boys.

The coming days, weeks, months, years, were sure to be interesting.

[marco-newgate]

Marco X CisFem Reader

7

You had initially thought this date wouldn't be so bad. You were wrong.

What you thought had been a Big Lebowski crack when he met you at the bar was actually a jab. He'd never even seen the movie. Who hates on bowling? You didn't mind a little sarcasm, look who you're surrounded by 24/7, but this guy was sort of mean about it.

He's a surgeon and a good one apparently, well known by most of the patrons surrounding you. One of which he got into a heated argument with. The attractive redhead eventually noticed your embarrassment and apologized before going back to his table. Law didn't apologize though; he actually didn't seem to care at all that you were embarrassed by all of the gawking their outburst had caused.

This cocky shit.

Super hot..cocky shit

The server came and picked up your menus. When he turned and asked what you wanted Law spoke instead ordering for you.

"I hope you don't mind." He started, "You seem like the type who will order the cheapest thing on the menu... to be polite or course."

Rude!

Well, there was truth to that but it didn't need to be pointed out.

"Excuse me for a moment." You smiled and stood.

Once you reached the ladies room you fished you phone out of your clutch furiously dialing Nami only to get her voicemail.

"Why would you set me up with this gorgeous asshole?? You are totally gonna pay for this."

Me: Worst. Date. Ever

Ace: Its all in your head. Give the guy a chance.

Ace: you didn't want this to work out in the first place.

Me: shut up

Me: he's a colossal ass

Ace: I'm not rescuing you so give it up and go back to your dinner

Me: I hate your dumb freckled face!

Ace: I love you too my darling sweet best friend

You sighed in defeat tapping your free hand on the counter as you scrolled through your text log and stopped on Marco's name. You could do it, but you also knew he might actually show up. And as much as you wanted him to, you also didn't.

Ace sat on the sofa chuckling to himself.

"What's so funny yoi?" Marco asked rounding the corner.

"Oh F/N was trying to fake emergency her way out of her date." He waved his phone, "I told her she had to suck it up."

"She wouldn't ask if she didn't have good reason, right?" The blond slipped into his favorite teal hoodie that hung by the door.

"She's just being difficult because she didn't want to go in the first place. It's for her own good. You should have seen her before she left." Ace turned to face his brother wiggling his brows.

"That's OK." Marco shrugged.

He'd honestly rather not see you dressed up for a fancy date.

"Where you going?" Ace asked suspiciously.

"The bar. Not that I have to tell you anyway."

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"Will you stop sulking?" Thatch placed a shot in front of his brother.

"I'm not sulking yoi."

"What's up with him?" Shanks nodded toward the depressed blond.

"Nothing." Marco replied.

"He's upset because F/N is on a blind date with Trafalgar Law." Thatch laughed earning a sharp glare from his brother.

"She's hating it by the way." Marco started, "She was texting Ace."

"Not surprising." A female voice chirped from the other side of Shanks.

All three males turned to the pinkette.

"That guy has a terrible attitude. He's super hot though."

"Not helping Bonney." Thatch chuckled.

Bonney shrugged continuing to munch her order of nachos.

Marco spent almost two hours at the bar getting pity drinks from women who thought he'd just been dumped. He sat slumped forward eyes barely open, mentally torturing himself. What if the date took a turn for the better because you decided to give him a chance. A surgeon certainty sounded better than a high school art teacher, right?

Thatch : Can you come get this sad sack?

[[ Image received from Thatch ]]

Me: Yes! I'll be there in 15 or less.

You shook your head at the picture of a completely wasted Marco slouched over Thatch's bar.

"Everything ok?" Law inquired.

"Ah, yeah. Seems my friend got pretty drunk and I need to go pick them up." You smiled retrieving your keys from your clutch.

"I'm sure we'll see each other around." He smirked handing the valet his ticket.

"Sure. Thanks for tonight." You nodded and made your way to the mall parking lot the next block over.

You were so glad to get away from that stuffy place. Tossing your heels in the back seat you shifted into gear and turned onto the main road.

"Over here." Thatch pointed to the end of the bar.

"Hey F/N! You're looking well ~" Shanks winked as you passed.

"Charming as usual Red." You smiled slipping into seat next to the blond, "Oi...pineapple ~"

"Heeeey F/N." Marco smiled turning his sleepy gaze to you, "When did you get here yoi?"

"I'm here to take you home you drunken goon." You laughed.

"I'm n-not drunk." He hiccupped.

"Oh of course not." You stood as Thatch rounded the bar to help you pull him off the stool.

The drive home was quiet until Marco started fumbling with your radio. You didn't mind, you shared the same taste in music. He opted for a Blue October CD that was already in turning it up before slouching back into the seat.

What if we could

Where would we go

If it felt right

Would you want me to know

I would meet you

Would you meet me

Wildly appreciate lyrics for the car ride. You skipped to the next song.

"Sorry yoi." The blond murmured.

"For what?"

"You had to leave your fancy date to get me."

You chuckled, "If anything I should thank you. You saved me from having an awkward 'I'm not coming home with you conversation."

"He was gonna take you home yoi?" He sat up.

"He didn't say it...but I have a feeling that's how most of his dates end."

Marco frowned, "Bonney said he is super hot yoi."

"Well, I can't deny that." You looked at the pouty drunk, "But he isn't my type."

"I see." He relaxed.

"Think you've sobered up enough to walk a little? The boys aren't home and I'm sure pops is asleep." You asked pulling into the drive way and parking.

"Mhm." He hummed heaving himself out of the car.

"I mean I'll help you, idiot." You grabbed your shoes and shuffled to steady him.

"Ya know, you look really nice tonight yoi." He commented snaking an arm around your waist.

"At least someone acknowledges my effort." You laughed, "I thought it was customary to compliment your date."

"He must be blind yoi."

"Thanks." You flushed.

The two of you shambled into the house.

"Where do you want me to drop you? I'm not risking the stairs."

"Couch yoi."

"Your yois are more frequent when you're drunk." You commented earning a flushed glare from the blond, "What? It's cute don't worry."

He seemed more flustered as you plopped down on the sofa together.

"You wanna sleep out here? I'll get you a blanket and some water."

"Yeah thanks." He yawned stretching out.

After getting Marco situated you retired to your room to get comfortable.

What a weird fucking night.

A light tap brought you back to your door. Rubbing your makeup remover wipe over your face you opened it revealing a swaying Marco.

"Sorry yoi... I forgot to give you your shirt." He said far too loudly in the quiet hallway.

"Hush, you'll wake pops." You pulled him into the room.

He held up a small brown bag and plopped down on your bed. You took it and continued to wipe your makeup off taking a seat next to Marco. The plain gray v-neck you'd given him four days ago now had an elaborate turquois phoenix soaring across it.

"Marco this is amazing." You held it up to get a better look at the intricate detail of the curling flames.

"I'm glad you like it." He replied sheepishly.

"Like is an understatement." You wrapped your arms around his neck.

Before you knew it his lips were on yours.

[s-s-painland]

The Mystery of Spain's Lockscreen

The subject of Spain’s lockscreen was something of a mystery that almost everyone wanted to answer too. France especially wanted to know, no needed to know. His easy going friend had never been secretive before. Spain had also been known to just leave his phone in random places, even needing to buy a new one a few times. Now, however, he was always mindful of where he left it and tended to panic briefly when he didn't have it in his hand or pocket. Not to mention! Spain only let his friends look at his screen after it was unlocked! So obviously whatever was on that lockscreen is either embarrassing or scandalous! And France lived for the drama, sure it might piss off Spain, but he’ll get a glimpse of that lockscreen if it's the last thing he’ll do!

Easier said than done it would seem. France had been at it for little over two weeks now. Obvious and sneaky attempts all failed to get him any more than a brief flash of color. Although, he would admit, he never really asked Spain what his lockscreen was. And so! France’s next great plan would be to just ask.

Patiently, our silly French protagonist bided his time for the right moment to ask. And soon that day came. On a usual ‘boys’ night with him, Spain, and Prussia he decided to corner Spain and ask, wanting to finally, finally get his answer.

“Heyyy~ Tony? Gotta question for you.” He purrs, sliding closer into his friend's bubble.

“Hmm?” Spain looks up from his menu with a smile and a tilt of his head. “What is it?”

“It’s been bugging me for a while now,” France pauses for the drama, “what is your lockscreen?” At his question Prussia finally looks up from his beer and looks to Spain expectantly.

“Oh! Oh! Me too! I wanna know!” Prussia leans across the table to get in on the ‘invade Antonio’s space’ program. The interrogatee goes still for a moment, surprised at the question. Spain lifts the menu to hide the bottom half of his face and glances at his face-down phone.

“Mmm..It’s y’know..” He trails off thinking of what he wanted to say as a hidden smile forms on his face. “It’s..something special is all.”

“That,” Prussia starts, “that didn’t answer shit.”

“I agree, what the hell does that mean?” France speaks up next scooting closer, blue eyes flicking down to the phone. Instead of explaining, Spain just shrugs and goes back to checking out the food options. France, annoyed and ten times more curious, slowly reaches out and goes to grab his friend’s phone.

Just as he started sliding it over to him a rough, tanned hand slams down on top of his wrist and squeezes lightly. The blond goes still and looks over at Spain in surprise.

“It would be appreciated if you’d just let it go.” Spain’s smile was warm and friendly as always, but his tone was cold and clipped. Shocked at this shift in personality, France can only nod dumbly and let go of the phone. Quickly Spain swipes it off the table and into his pocket. 

“Gracias.”

After that frankly terrifying failure, France had seemingly given up on satiating his curiosity. Sighing loudly he leans back in his assigned seat. The world meeting had ended a short while ago and he was contemplating what to do. Normally he’d torment tease England, but the brat had been quick to disappear on him recently, seemingly having better things to do than to argue uselessly. And strangely enough, Spain had gone and fucked off early today too. Which was pretty lame of him, in Prussia’s words.

Unintelligible Italian screeching was heard sharply over the low buzz of conversation. Which took France by surprise, he knew that screech.

Normally, Romano is one of the first to leave, especially if Spain isn’t there. Curious for a whole new reason, France gets up from his seat and stalks around the room searching for his temperamental entertainment.

It didn’t take long truthfully. With how loud Romano was being, all he had to do was wait for the Italian’s next string of curses. It was like playing a weird one sided form of marco polo. With a wide grin he sneaks up on Romano and plants a hand on his shoulder. The older twin jumped in surprise and whipped his head around with an angry scowl. 

“The fuck you want?”

“Nice to see you too Roma~” At his teasing, Romano’s scowl turned into a snarl.

“Easy easy~” France chuckled. “I was just curious as to why you’re still here.” France removes his hand from a tense shoulder. “Spain isn’t here after all.~”

“No shit,” Romano spits before turning to face the blond, arms crossing over his chest. “Shithead took-” The brunette cuts himself off for a moment before correcting his statement, “He went out on a date. And I didn’t wanna deal with him being all lovey dovey again.” Romano finishes with an exasperated roll of his eyes.

“A date?” France is scandalized. “He has a lover?! And he didn’t tell me??”

“Yeah, can’t imagine why.” The sarcastic comment goes ignored by its recipient. With a hand to his chest and a dramatic lean back against a table, France looks at his annoyed conversation partner.

“Do you know who? Do you know who has weaseled their way into my dear friend’s fragile heart!?” He knows that his dramatics were only frustrating the younger even more, but he hadn’t been able to annoy England recently so of course he’d do it to Romano.

“I do.” France perks up. Straightening he goes to open his mouth but is cut off by Romano. “I’m not telling you though. That bastard can deal with your meltdown. Also, I think it was the other way around.” After he finished, Romano turned around to go hunt his twin down again and try to convince Feli to let him stay the night (Also to do some more nagging). 

“Wait!! You live with Spain! So do you know what his lockscreen is? It’s been driving me crazy!” France hastily asks, leaping forward a few steps to reinvade Romano’s space. Romano, to his credit, didn’t punch or curse out France but instead sighed heavily, seemingly exhausted by this short interaction.

“Unfortunately.”

“What is it?”

“Gross. It’s gross and soft and weird.” And with that, Romano speeds off. Leaving France confused and insatiably curious all over again.

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I love the idea that Spain is aggressively protective of soft England. But he also can't help but brag endlessly to Romano, who couldn't care less and desperately wants Spain to shut up. But at the same time, he kinda enjoys England's company when the blonde is over at their place.

Idk I just want Romano to adopt England as his honorary older brother :/

Also also, the marking on England are a head cannon of mine, they're inspired by but not based on any proper Celtic knotwork/druid tattoos. You don't see them normally because he wears makeup to hide the ones on his face and neck, and obviously he wouldn't be caught dead in anything "too revealing" at the world meetings.

And please do me the favor of imagining with me the shit show that will happen when France finds out Spain and England are dating UwU

Maybe I should write that one next.....

[sailorspica]

i can write meta on my own gifset!!

i've concluded i don't like the anime's chronological ordering of season 1. their cadet days are a four-chapter flashback between eren plugging the wall and his hearing, so we already know most of these cadets are dead, but more than that: the manga going from shiganshina straight to the 104th's disbandment means we meet a huge ensemble straight away, and trost's death toll makes quick work of telling us who matters, so the relationships we actually see developed in the flashbacks are eremin + reibert, eren and annie, yumikuri, erejean, mikasasha, etc. more generally, we see that reiner and marco are two different flavors of well-liked by their peers

compare that to how peripheral reiner and annie are in this arc as told from mostly EMA and jean's POV. watching the anime, you wonder why did those two blonds barely do anything???? didn't shadis just tell us everyone trusts reiner??? why doesn't that translate to him taking any initiative whatsoever??? isn't annie standoffish and bored, why is she always with reiner and bertolt in trost, being nosy about eren????

but really what i found funny screenshotting season 1 is how jean spends half the trost arc with RBA and a lot of stohess with EMA, our little fourth wheel bouncing between trios. there's also the jearmin of jean's OVA ep is aruani+jean and the 57th expedition is reijean+armin; jearmin have connected to these warriors from the start

#me when i'm normal

ATTACK ON TITAN #10, "RESPONSE"

[shirohige-pirates]

A Truly Mythological Christmas

Cisfem!Reader x Marco the Phoenix

Also on Wattpad // Ao3

18+ - this story is going to get steamy in ways not allowed for your holiday Lifetime specials. Swearing, cheating, assassins, intrigue - you know, all that simple small town stuff.

Chapter 21: Weak in the Knees

Marco: Keep telling me about your days, pretty bird. I’ll be back asap.

Waking up to the text was comforting and a little sad at the same time. On the one hand you knew Marco was okay, and on the other hand you knew he was going to be a while still.

Monday waited for no one, however, and so you got up, helped Dadan with the boys, and got them off to school. After that you helped your mom get the kitchen cleaned up, and made a short list of things to get from the store. You headed out after an early lunch again and surprised Haruta by offering to keep helping out.

“I wish I had something more tangible to offer you,” he sighs as you leave your things in the office.

“I don’t need payment. I’m only going to be here for a couple hours today.” You say. “I need to complete mom’s shopping list and head back in time to help prep dinner.”

“Oh, I can give you a lift back then.”

“Perfect. I won’t have to worry about the bags breaking on the way back.”

“Great, and I won’t have to worry about Marco threatening my life for leaving you to walk in the snow.” He says with a laugh. “And I just mean I wish I had like, embarrassing Marco stories to tell you.”

“Except I already know all the embarrassing Marco stories.” You admit.

“Haha, yeah, I - Wait. Does that mean you have embarrassing Marco stories you could tell me?” Haruta prompts.

You laugh. “I probably do, but you’d have to make it worth my while now.” You tease.

Haruta stops you before you leave the back room, looking out into the store real quick before turning back to you.

“Seriously, how are you holding up?”

Your expression melts into something sad, but you still smile. “I miss him, but I got a text this morning. I’m alright.” You try to reassure him.

Haruta shakes his head. “Little warrior, I mean,” he grabs your shoulders firmly, looking into your eyes.  “You have a price on your head. How are you holding up?”

You feel yourself flinch at the truth of it. It wasn’t like you’d forgotten, but more like you were actively shoving it aside, and having someone bring it up was a bit of a shock.

“I… haven’t really been thinking about it.” You admit with a sigh. “I don’t know if that’s the right way to go about it, but I’ve just been trusting that everyone is doing their best, and trying to just… be okay.”

Haruta’s eyes go wide before his face turns pink. “Why is that embarrassing?” He mutters and you grunt a short laugh.

“Aww, being depended on has you flustered huh?” You tease and he scrunches up his nose.

Rolling his eyes, he steps back and huffs. “You’re so much like ‘Zo sometimes it’s uncanny.” Smiling, he indicates you can go ahead of him. “I’m glad then. I was just worried you were bottling things up cause of the holidays.”

“Nah.” You step out into the store proper. “Five or ten years ago, maybe. Maybe even a month ago, honestly.” You clear your throat, and something in your expression causes Haruta to show you mercy.

After your just-a-drink evening with Marco, and everything since, you’d wondered what all would’ve been different if you had said more. What would be different if he said more. You were doing your best not to dwell on it, there was no going back in time, and even if there was, who’s to say that the timing of everything else would make it worse.

That things were going the way there were going now was for the best. Even if it wasn’t, there was no sense in thinking otherwise. You could only do what you could do, and dwelling on anything else was a waste of energy.

Especially in the middle of the holidays.

Especially in the middle of the holidays when they’d started early for you because your ex-fiance decided to rail two blondes in your bed.

Especially in the middle of the holidays when you didn’t give a shit what your stupid ex-fiance was doing because you had your own, better blonde, to think about.

You shake your head at that last thought.

“Ugh, no, don’t put him in the same boat like that.” You grumble, admonishing yourself quietly as you organize shelves out in the store. “And don’t put other people in a sinking boat,” you add, crinkling your nose with a sigh.

The real issue was Charlotte Linlin. Perospero was a grown man, sure, but the way his mother controlled that family was at the heart of the whole debacle more than anything else. If she hadn’t interfered with him and his… well, you weren’t really sure what their relationship was, but at least they would’ve been able to go on doing what they were doing without doing it in your bed.

You click your tongue and focus on the work you’re doing so you stop thinking about useless things. Instead you try to think about what kind of gift you can get Marco. He might’ve said all he needed was you, which was a slick line on his part, but you wanted to get him something.

At least you’d have a couple days to think on it without the distraction of the man himself.

Monday turned to Tuesday. Haruta had given you a ride home Monday and then Tuesday after you’d seen the boys off to school you went up to the tunnels on your own. Three trash bags at a time, you made two trips, and then had lunch with Dadan before going to the store to help out.

The routine was helpful, and it gave you something to send to Marco before you went to bed. Waking up each day with a return message that was often little more than prompting you to continue texting him.

The routine was also helpful for another reason.

You’d felt something at the back of your neck since Katakuri admitted his mother had put a hit out on you. It made the little hairs on your neck stand on end, but it wasn’t anything you could grab a hold of. Considering your situation you were brushing it off as best you could to it just being nerves, because, you know, there was a price on your head.

Anyone would be nervous.

But Sphinx was the safest place in the world for you right now. Not just because it was your home turf, but because it was home to a massive family of people whose father probably died with one foot still in the Underground.

And that family was as important to you as you were to them.

That was a lot of eyes and ears looking out for you. Even more so in a small town where even the non-Edwards in town would be likely to talk about out of towners more than anything else. Small town ladies loved their gossip, and the rest of the town only had so much to offer compared to the tourists.

Thursday started just like Wednesday, and Tuesday. You set the boys off to school, tucked the small hand gun into its holster, grabbed a steel pipe and three trash bags, and put the snail in the pocket of your coat. You’d gotten most of the tunnel cleared at this point, and you were probably only going to get a single run in today because you’d have to trek through so much of the tunnel before you’d reach what you had left.

The itch at the back of your neck had been worse.

You’d heard Rayleigh call it haki or something. You weren’t paying much attention because he’d already said it was something he wouldn’t teach you - he didn’t have time enough to do it right, but he’d talk about it. The details where hazy, but there was a version of it that was, as you understood it, extra strong spatial awareness.

Haki or hokum, you didn’t care right now, but it was enough that you put a bullet in the handgun before you left the house.

The walk to the tunnels was as you expected. Even with the steady flurries the last few days, the path you and the boys had made was still visible. It had been a little snowed over on Tuesday because you hadn’t made the trek on Monday, but not enough to obscure it. And after all your back and forth the last couple of days it was practically a trail.

One with no other footprints around it except the ones you expected.

You had three bags filled and were heading back down the tunnels, silently berating yourself for not being able to calm down the entire time, but more than a feeling, you heard it. Like mud moving, and that alone was enough to set you on edge. There shouldn’t be any mud at this point.

The ground was frozen. The tunnels were frozen. The only reason you were safely working in them was because you’d tossed down salt yesterday when Dadan had grumbled about the risks.

Turning you pulled the handgun out and brought it up as you came around to see a mud… thing? A man started to form out of the mud in front of you and your whole being stuttered for a second.

If you hadn’t seen Marco heal himself with impossibly colored flames, you probably would’ve frozen up for a lot longer. But you’d composed yourself by the time the muddy form had taken on a more detailed appearance.

Anger scrawled across your face at the sight. It was the guy from the bar who had tried to stab you.

Bracing against the horrible sound to come, you pull the trigger. The handgun fires, the crack magnified in the echoing tunnel, you hit him center-mass you were sure, but you didn’t linger. The ringing in your ears made it impossible to hear to any sounds behind you, but you couldn’t worry about anything else.

You needed to run.

Marco healed so easily, you didn’t know what to expect, and your hope was that the sudden sound would at least give you a second’s head start. Dropping the steel pipe, you kept the gun in your hand for now, and tore off down the tunnel. With luck the three bags of trash and the pipe would slow him down a little more, but you couldn’t worry about that.

More than anything you needed to get clear of the tunnel itself. Even the snail wasn’t going to work in here.

Don’t think, just move. Don’t think, just move. You know how to move, it doesn’t take anything, so don’t think, just move.

You jumped off to the side because something told you to, and you watch as a twisted loop of mud smacks into the path where your feet had been. Pushing off the wall you found yourself once again grateful that you were just small enough to be able to jump in the tunnels. It was a very snug ten foot across and the low ceiling meant you could touch it with a bit of a running start.

Fitting the pallbearers through here, even if the coffins had been empty, was impressive.

A slick patch nearly puts you to the ground, but you feel something grasp at the air where you had been and bid silent thanks to your wild luck. You barely keep your feet beneath you, a hand on the ground to put you back to your pace, and you continue running

“Fucking little eel!” He snarls, anger bouncing off the walls. “I see that little warrior title wasn’t condescension.”

You’d been in and out of the tunnels for days. The first couple of times it wasn’t just you either. So plenty of boots had been around the entrance, packing down the snow, and making the entrance easier and easier to traverse as you were trying to haul bags and bags of trash with you.

Because of that there was nothing to slow you down when you cleared the tunnels. Aside from the cold air and the coat you were wearing, there wasn’t much difference between right now and the middle of the summer. A maneuver you’d done a hundred times.

Don’t think, just move.

You grab the metal frame that marks the tunnel’s entrance and let momentum swing you out and around the thicket. Up the roots of the big tree, the empty gun between your teeth for a few uncomfortable seconds as you haul yourself up the trunk, out of the thicket, and onto the backside of the old tree.

Adrenaline is making you shiver, but you take a few loud deep breaths and force yourself to breathe slower and longer after that. It’s enough to keep your lungs from burning, enough that the pounding of your heart wasn’t plugging up your ability to hear, and you force yourself to take an extra second and carefully load the gun.

Reaching into your coat pocket you click the snail radio’s button, randomly at first, but after a second you get your thumb to cooperate and manage to make the signal you intend. A simple SOS, nothing fancy. Even if Dadan was the only one who caught it, she’d know.

“Hide and seek in the snowy forest,” the man hums. “You’re a cold bitch, you know? Shooting someone right in the chest like that, you didn’t even fucking hesitate.”

The chill down your spine twists your stomach.

“I admire that.” He sounds bored, but you can hear the tentative and careful steps while he tries to sort out where you went. “You’ve seen my face more times than most, little warrior. I wish I could say that earns you a prize, but-.”

You step out from behind the tree. You’re up higher right now, and this man is going to kill you. You can’t run fast enough. This is the only option.

The wicked grin on his face is unbothered as you pull the trigger again, and again and again. You’re giving a half-second longer than the revolver needs between shots. Enough time for the shot’s echo to settle before the next crack rends the air.

Enough time to watch as each bullet sinks into the man’s body harmlessly, like pellets being lost to the mud.

With the last shot fired, you lower the gun, but your eyes go wide.

And so do his.

The last bullet didn’t sink harmlessly into his body. Instead it tore into his clavicle and started to bleed. Your aim was too high for his heart, and the bones probably stopped it from going through, but the bullet did damage.

He roars in pain and rage, his hand clawing at the wound.

“FUCK! BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK!?” His voice is nearly inhuman in volume and tenor. “HOW’D YOU HURT ME?!”

The anger snaps you out of your surprise and you run. You have to run for the house, you have to run home. Nothing else is close enough. Dadan is strong. Mom is the mountain bandit. There’s another gun at the house, there’s no other option. You can’t run yourself into the wilds to try and protect her, she would kill you for being stupid if you survived.

Adrenaline is overtaking your calm and you cry against the sting of the cold air even as you’re running as fast as you can. You can hear him, you think, you’re so sure, the rush of mud, and the incoherent babbling is right behind you. You’re not imagining it. He’s screaming about the blood even as he chases after you.

A hit man, a real honest to gods hit man, is chasing you through the fucking snow! It’s terrifying and frustrating at the same time. You shouldn’t be dealing with this! You shouldn’t be dealing with any of this! You didn’t do anything wrong and now you’re running through the snow being chased by a homicidal man made of FUCKING MUD.

The snow, your boots, the weight of your steps is more than his. His clothes are thin and there weren’t any other tracks, so he has to be moving on the surface of the snow. Even if it was the middle of spring, with the mud turned to grass and the dirt dry enough that you wouldn’t be hindered by it, you couldn’t run a top speed from the tunnels all the way to the house. It was too far.

Even at the peak of your days ruling the backwoods you don’t think you could’ve done it.

You weren’t going to make it.

The weight of that knowledge pushes you deeper into the snow, and after a minute the helplessness of it, and your own exhaustion, buckles your knees. Crashing into the snow you crawl a few more paces, but when you turn you can see him just a few steps behind.

Snow’s packed into the wound, his bloody hand a sure sign he’d dug the bullet out with his own fingers. It was probably the first pain he’d endured since eating his devil fruit.

“I’m… going to kill you.” He snarls between heavy breaths. “But you’re going to tell me… how that bullet hurt me first.”

You shake your head. “I dunno,” gasping, you put a hand up, desperate to hold him back just a moment longer.

“I don’t know!” You yell as he takes another step closer. You know that it won’t stop him, it won’t hold him back, but you don’t know what else to do.

You don’t know where the knife in his hand came from, but the glint of it against the sun catches your undivided attention before he draws it across his tongue. The way it parts a tongue that already looks too long, before it heals makes your skin crawl.

“You’ll figure it out.” He promises.

In a panic you throw the gun at him, and he knocks it away effortlessly. The earlier grin comes back onto his face for a second before he looks up. His gaze is fully shifted away from you, staring up into the sky in confusion.

“The fuck is that?”

Prey might know when it’s been caught, giving in and letting the inevitable come to them as painlessly as possible. You understood that sentiment for a moment when your legs buckled, but once he looked away your body moved again. You didn’t think it would do any good, but if he’s distracted by a pinky, you’re not going to let it go to waste.

The world slows as you get your feet under you, and you hear the pinky’s cry fill the air.

One step.

The sound that fills the air isn’t the sound a pinky makes. The call is too melodic, too ethereal. It’s beautiful and haunting, and something about it sounds angry.

Two steps.

Teal and gold fire rushes around you and lifts you off the snow. It’s warm, and comforting and you’re surrounded by long chains of golden tail feathers. You can barely grasp what’s wound around you as the burst of fire and snow blinds your senses for a second.

Marco’s standing between you and the mud guy. He looks huge. Flames roil and flicker off him like he’s about to simply engulf the entire backwoods in his fury.

The man that had been chasing you takes something out of his pocket and tosses it into the snow at Marco’s feet. You don’t know what it is, but it looks a little smaller than a credit card, and a lot thicker.

“There’s no redemption in Sphinx.” Marco says in a voice that only barely sounds like it actually belongs to him.

The color, bravado, and shape of the mud man withers under Marco’s words. Or maybe it was the look on his face that you couldn’t see right now, that was terrifying the predator turned prey.

“… Fuck.”

There were probably worse words to have be your last.

Marco’s legs turn to talons, his arms to wings of teal and gold fire. The transformation is quick, his action is quicker. There’s a terrible sound in the air like an entire bolt of fabric being rent in half, terrible splatter of liquid on snow, and then silence.

Absolute silence.

Marco is still. Looking at the corpse in front of him, or looking beyond it, you weren’t sure.

“I’m sorry,” you say the words quietly and see him flinch. “I’m sorry I couldn’t kill him. I’m,” Marco turns toward you, shock on his face. Whatever he thought you had been apologizing for, it wasn’t this.

“Sorry you had to do it. I’m,” he drops to his knees by you and hugs you, hand cradling your head, pulling you into his chest and muffling your words. “Sorry. I’m sorry, I missed. I had, I didn’t know, I had a bullet that hurt him. Just one. Just the one, and I missed. I didn’t… I didn’t miss with the others, I’m-.”

“It’s okay, yoi.” He interrupts, hugging you so tight it stutters your words.

You hug him back, holding on tightly. “Don’t go.”

“I won’t.”

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me.”

“It’s okay, I won’t.”

You shake your head, face buried in his shoulder. “It’s not an easy thing to do, I’m sorry.”

“Anything is easy if it keeps you safe, yoi.”

You hold onto him like he’ll disappear if you let go. “You saved me.”

“I-.” The single sound is rough and raw.

“Twice, you saved me twice.” You interrupt. “You’re trying to steal my title.”

The idea of it is so absurd, he chokes on a laugh, holding onto you. You can feel tension fall out of his muscles and it doesn’t feel like he’s going to fly away from you anymore.

“You can’t have my title.” You assert, and you swear you’re almost certain he’s crying. “I’m not afraid of you. You know that right? You can’t - you can’t really do anything at this point that would cause me to fear you.”

Leaning back you put his face in your hands and bring his gaze to yours. His eyes are red, but a shiver of flames dances along them and they’re fine again.

“I could lock you away in a tower,” he whispers, eyes searching yours.

“Only if you visit me every day.” You say, bringing his forehead to yours, and just staying like that for a moment. “When did you get back?”

“Couple hours ago, yoi.” He shifts enough to kiss your forehead, before leaning back and looking around. “Dadan said you would be back soon, so we decided to wait for you. Then we heard the snail having a fit and, ah, there they are.”

Marco waves and you turn to see Thatch and Izou heading over to you. Thatch looks ready to fall face first into the snow, and even Izou looks a little frazzled. It’s not an easy run, especially not in the snow.

“Good,” Izou’s voice almost cracks as he leans back and takes a second to catch his breath. “You made it.”

Thatch waves at you, but seems focused on trying to breathe.

Oddly, it makes you feel better to see these two struggle. Granted, it’s a slight incline up to the tunnels from your house, and thus a very slight decline when you’re coming back. Which makes a big difference when you’re running.

“Thatch and I,” Izou says, standing up straight and tidying his appearance quickly. “Will handle this.” He points to Marco. “No more transforming either! I swear if the townsfolk start talking about guardian deities again I will shoot you. Keeping the government out of your business is hard enough as it is.”

“Aye, aye.” Marco says, giving Izou a nod before turning back to you. “C’mon, pretty bird.”

“Wouldn’t that be you?” Izou quips and you laugh.

Your laugh turns into a yelp as Marco scoops you up, carrying you in his arms bridal style. There’s a flicker of teal fire around his shoulders, but he doesn’t say anything. And neither do you. Fully capable of walking back to the house that you are, you’re content to let Marco carry you.

Instead, you put your arms around his neck, and hold onto him the whole way back.

[xamaxenta]

You know what you need more of? Ace having the biggest and shallowest crush on Marco

Hear me out

Before they even meet ace stumbles across Marcos bounty and is immediately taken with the blonde. (Much to sabos and later deuces confusion)

Like ace thinks marco is super fucking hot and everyone else is like “huh?”

At some point he starts referring to marco as his “husband” (purely for shits and giggles and to make deuce sigh really loudly)

Sees Marcos bounty at a bar “that’s my husband”

Gets hit on “sorry I have a husband”

So imagine aces embarrassment when one day marco the phoenix drops out of the sky and onto his ship flames curling around the deck “hello husband mine”

After ace joins he starts getting to know marco and then has an entire breakdown because oh no he’s also super nice and awesome and how can he be that hot?

(Meanwhile deuce is fighting whitebeard for the last barrel of sake)

OH MY GOD Ace being so SO vocal and parasocial in regards to Marco and his own relationship that it travels

Word travels like lightning when it wants to and ? Marco the Phoenix has a husband? That’s gonna make the rounds CRAZY FAST

So fast Marco learns of it before he even knows who Ace is

Haruta: u have a husband now

Marco: i do?

Haruta: some brat named Ace

Marco: ok, any other info?

Haruta: full names portgas d ace, recenttly got a bounty for himself, kids cute but thats all he is. A kid.

Marco: huh

So when Ace Does come knocking and Marco decides to mess with him omg. Who knew assimilation would be so easy if all he had to do was return the sentiments, call Ace darling husband and its all fine and dandy

Im stupid btw i just misread like half ur shit i agree Marco going to the spades is eternally funny and Deuce fucking shits himself like WHAT DO YOU MEAN HES YOUR HUSBAND?

Ace smugly holding Marcos hand like i toldya

Ans then they join the WBP and actually start a proper relationship