#always wanted to replay this one with sky though x]

[khytal]

:]

[simp-ly-writes]

Isn't it Obvious?

Ask: Astarion having a crush on an oblivious reader headcanons.

Pairing: Astarion Ancunin x Tav!Reader

Warnings: mentions of jealousy.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, exams are finally done AHHHH!! (now I just have to go to work lol). It's so relieving though- having so much more free time, especially to write- anyways! hope you all enjoy! :) (I am still figuring out how to write headcanons...)

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↳ After the first, rather violent, meeting you both had at the start of your adventures. You chalked the parties vampire spawn's forwardness to him trying to be more friendly to you

↳ You were also quite the flirt of the group yourself- the sarcasm and playfulness of it was a driving factor to your sense of humor towards the camp

↳ Needless to say that if the opportunity arose to spark a comment- you were doing your best lighten the mood and your friends spirits when the world appears to be coming to an end as the team leader

↳ Astarion of course is jealous over the fact that no matter what, you flirted with everyone no matter how dire the situation, place or time. That was supposed to be his thing- or rather his thing with you...

↳ Whatever was this thing with you? Astarion always questions himself- why do you respond and make him blush so heavily against his pale skin, make him shuffle his ruffled collar, yet you never take that confidence of yours to take the next step- did you even want to take the next step- did you even know?

↳ These questions annoyed the vampires spawn so much so that he started to become quite the storm-cloud of the group. Scowl on his face and a bit more violent in battle than usual- almost as if to capture your attention

↳ Oh course he still flirted with you, claiming that the blush on your cheeks was merely a form of revenge to the strings played across his heart- or so he thought...

↳ You were overjoyed that Astarion was always willing to make a rebuttal against your words- it was nice to have someone lightening your day instead of always being the one to do it for everyone else. But that is just what you thought- he was just repaying the favour from the group, so you kept ignoring the growing feelings you had for the pale elf

↳ Eventually, Astarion has had enough of this toying over the line and becomes quite blunt with his flirtations- he uses pet-names in replace of your actual name almost everytime, sits beside you during communal dinners and fights back to back with you. He openly talks about all the night pleasures that could be offered- trying his best to find out what will make you finally understand

↳ Yet you just smile widely, make a joke comment in response before trying someone else from the group into conversation as the elf sighs out dramatically and storms away

↳ You were beginning to grow confused and increasingly worried about Astarions apparent annoyance towards you. The jokes that bonded the two of you throughout your travels were becoming lesser as were the parties willingness to hear your jokes towards them as well- you were despreate to find answers now

↳ Everyone in the camp was sick of your antics, they ended up refusing to respond to your flirtatious comments after receiving the ever-growing glares and side comments from the vampire spawn- they were tired of your cat-and-mouse game

↳ So one night Shadowheart and Wyll have pulled you into a tent and said that you were going on a date (much to your confusion) as they hurriedly prepared you and practically threw you back out

↳ You notice Astarion staring at you in what appeared to be shock as you ask who your date was and made a flirtatious (joking) comment that if that date was him

↳ The shocked face that you pull in return when he laughs loudly into the night sky only to look back and replay with a dramatic yes, yet you feel overwhelmingly relieved as does Astarion when you accept to go out together

↳ "I hope you know, my love..." Astarion trails off as you both are walking back from your date, smiles across both of your faces in the moonlight

↳ "I know- or well now I do" you finish his sentence as he laughs at your reply and you can't help but laugh at your past self as well

[ohtobeleah]

Secret Sacrifices // Jake Seresin

Chapter Two: [Like A Brick]

Summary: With the weight of the world sitting on your shoulders, you confide in the gentle soul that is Bob Floyd. Also known as, your first kiss.

Warnings: Jake Seresin x F!reader. Witness Protection F!reader. Platonic Bob Floyd x F!reader. Mentions of death. Mentions of drowning.

Word Count: 2.8k

Author Note: I'm Back! To get back into the swing of things I thought this little chapter would do us good. although this chapter is mainly focused on Bob and Brewer, we, being @a-reader-and-a-writer and myself, thought it deserved its own moment to really capture the significance of the shared secrets.

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Being caught deep in swirling memories wasn’t something out of the ordinary for you. Being swept along with the tide, the waves of which push and pull your mind between present times and your past. The very idea of being caught between realities, a paradoxical space between now and then always seemed to be better than the alternative. Live through hell.  

“My mum says I’m too young to kiss girls.” 

Thoughts of who you could have been and thoughts of who you became push together to create a constant state of flight. Nostalgia is like a whirlpool that you drown in deep inside your mind. You’re unable to tread water as you feel the waves breaking against your skin, forcing you under as you gasp for air. What good were those swimming lessons you were forced to partake in as a child? 

“Do you tell your mum everything, Bobby?” 

Your mind becomes an unblended mix of memories you’d like to replay on repeat, and those you’d like to hide. Nothing ever seemed simple anymore. Not even the memory of your first kiss. The memory that you’d once considered colourful was now shrouded in forced denial. It couldn’t have happened, for you weren’t Y/n Y/l/n anymore. 

“What’re you still doing here?” It has been a long night, so long the sun had just started to kiss the horizon as you made your final lap around the front and back decks of the Hard Deck. Bob sat patiently waiting on one of the picnic tables, typing away something on his phone. 

Your voice must have startled him, but you’d never make fun of the way the Back Seater jumped enough to knock the chair his boot-clad feet were resting on into the small outdoor pot plant that sat beside the table. You watched it rock back and forth before steadying itself once again, like a boi floating in the current. That same current that had on many occasions, tried to drag you under. 

“I thought for sure you would have been the first one out the door?” You followed up on your initial question as you collected an empty glass you’d missed. Bob pocketed his phone with a tired smile as he looked your way. 

“Fanboy’s still in the bathroom with Payback–” Bob explained softly as he looked your way. “Big night, someone had to be the deso though.” You could see it in Bob’s eyes, the colour of a clear blue sky through a broken prison wall. He wanted to ask, wanted to bring it up. He knew you were lying, but why was the biggest question. 

“I was gonna call them and the other stragglers a taxi—“ Only a handful of patrons remained inside the Hard Deck as you went about your closing duties. Usually, you would have kicked them out by now. You weren’t necessarily one to want to hang about with people possibly lurking in the shadows. But two-thirds of the stragglers left behind were none other than two-sevenths of the Hard Decks top contributors. “If I had known you were coming back for them I would have told you not to worry,” The chuckle that left Bob’s voice at your statement was undeniably genuine. “I would have sent them home with vomit bags tucked into their back pockets too.” 

“That’s why they pay you top dollar I guess?” Ever since Bob first saw you behind the bar that very first night, he knew he knew you. It wasn’t some distant memory of a forgotten past for Robert Floyd. The memory of his first kiss was an easy one to recall from the rolodex inside his mind. It just so happened to be a core memory that unlocked a whole other category of life’s simplest pleasures. But the more you denied its existence, or more specifically denied you were the one who ultimately shared in that childhood memory, Bob wasn’t sure if he’d dreamt the whole thing or not.

Perhaps his first kiss came a hell of a lot later in life than he always thought. 

“Top dollar?” You had to stifle your laugh as you joined Bob on the picnic table. As you sat with a small huff, you knocked your knee against his playfully. “Please, but the tips are good.” 

There was a heavy silence so deafening that washed over the two of you not too long after you finished speaking. Its gravity felt like an intense pressure forcing itself down against your chest. The longer you and Bob sat there in pure silence, the more time slipped unwillingly through your fingertips, the more your heart beat faster inside your chest. 

The silence magnified the pressure mounting, and the scale of your anxiety all felt like it was about to come to a boiling point. As you sat there next to Bob in shared silence, it felt as if the world had turned once again on its axis, and you were just a few short seconds away from falling off the face of the earth. 

“I have a small confession to make,” It wasn’t ever supposed to be aired in the open, but the guilt that sat heavily on your conscience was making it harder and harder to keep lying. For three years you had told not a single soul, but Bob Floyd had created a paradox of inner turmoil you weren’t prepared to harbour. “To be perfectly honest it isn’t all that small of a confession.” 

“Brewer,” Bob sighed almost reluctantly. The last thing he ever wanted to do was force someone into sharing intimate details of their life. “If there’s a reason why you keep denying it, I’m sure it’s a good one,” Bob had thought about this long and hard, there surely had to be a reason why. He was adamant that you were the girl who kissed him all those years ago. That yellow pigment in your eye was the dead giveaway. He couldn’t ever forget looking into the eyes of the girl who had pressed her cotton candy-flavoured lips against his for three point-five seconds. “And you don’t have to tell me that reason, but, at least tell me, I’m not crazy.” 

Again, the silence was deafening as you sat with your secrets for the last few moments. Only a handful of people knew, all of whom were involved in keeping you safe and working your witness protection case. If news got out that you had told someone intimate, key details of your current situation, you’d be forced to restart a whole new life once again. But Bob was different. He was worth the risk for an ounce of normality. 

“You aren’t crazy,” It was all the confirmation Bob needed, but that didn’t stop you from wanting to share your personal hell. “I uh, I remember.” You hadn’t told a single soul in three years. You’d been through a thousand things in your life that people didn’t know about. You had experienced things that would shock them if you mentioned the horrors. Those things changed you. Hell—they broke you.��

“Bob, I haven’t been Y/n Y/l/n in a little over three years now,” You hung your head low as you spoke, almost like you were afraid that if you looked anywhere but between your feet, you’d see the bloodied and bruised ghost of your dead husband. “I, uh,—saw some things that I shouldn’t have,” The shake in your voice was hard to mask, the sting in your eyes burned like ice against your skin. “I thought that maybe I should tell someone about what I saw, and when I did that I—“ 

“Brewer,” Bob's voice was soft enough to be barely audible, but you heard him. “You’re in witness protection, aren’t you?” Bob took your immediate silence and broken sob as a definitive yes. He couldn’t even say the idea hadn’t crossed his mind after all the shutdowns and denial. 

“I lost my family,” You had a taste of what true love felt like. To experience such an emotion was the greatest gift of all. You loved your son, Charlie, to the moon and back. So much so that you wished every night you let your head fall against your pillow, that you’d be reunited. “I was set to testify against the company I worked for in some whistleblower trial, but the day before I was set to take the stand, we were run off the road.” 

Bob sat silently beside you just taking everything you were saying in. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to be in your shoes. To some degree, he almost felt guilty for all the times he couldn’t let the kiss memory go. Every time he brought it up in hopes you’d finally cave and give him the validation he was looking for, it probably felt like an old wound being ripped open. 

“You have to understand that I don’t get a choice very often over who I let in,” You finally had to look up, and when you did? Bob was already looking at you. You could see the sympathy plastered across his face in your peripheral. “You can’t tell anyone, and I know it’s a burden to bear, believe me,” The tears had begun to fall long ago and seemed to never stop, but when you finally worked up enough courage to look toward the backseater who sat beside you, your tears were mirrored. “And I know it’s unfair to burden you with such a thing,” The very idea that Bob was now one of the very few people who knew about your situation didn’t taste all that great, but you couldn’t take it back now. You couldn’t shove your secrets back into the can you’d just released them from in a moment of vulnerability. “But please, you can’t tell anyone.” 

Bob Floyd was, if anything, a wallflower. He didn’t like being the centre of attention. If he could, Bob would happily spend any time he had off work in the comfort of his own home. He’d spend his free time working on the world map puzzle that had been sitting half-finished on his coffee table for months. But Bob never got to spend those free moments working on his hobbies, no. His found family more often than not would drag him to the Hard Deck. Most of the time Bob would settle into the background and try his best not to draw attention to himself, he couldn’t begin to imagine what it was like to stand in the middle of a crowded room and not be seen for who you really were. 

“Nothin’ to tell Brewer,” Bob shrugged his shoulders. “And even if there was? I’m not the gossip type.” 

That very fact gentled your soul. All you could do as the overwhelming sense of loneliness overtook you was sob. Bob let you lean your head on his shoulder. His arm soon found itself wrapped around you as your sobs grew stronger and more pained. Tears stained your cheeks as the trails they made collected the makeup you wore, leaving clear indications of distress behind. 

“You know there was this girl,” Bob wondered if now was an appropriate time to share his own darkest secret. The idea of maybe holding onto something so important to one another may have softened the blow of knowing Bob held your greatest secrets in the palm of his hand. Perhaps if he shared his own with you, that feeling, that heaviness he knew you felt, would be a little easier to live with. “Her name was Bieanna, everyone back home called her Brick though.” 

You had to collect yourself enough to get your breath back before you could speak. Bob understood that. He sat in the silence broken with gentle sobs that softened as more time passed. He wanted until you were ready to speak. 

“What did everyone call her Brick?” The question came out easily enough, but the way Bob stiffened at the question as you raised your head from his shoulder made you question if it was harder to hear than to ask. 

“She never learnt how to swim–” Bob mumbled as he looked out into the empty car park of the Hard Deck. “If she tried she’d sink–” He waited for you to finish the sentence, and you did. 

“Like a Brick.” The realisation wasn’t hard to notice in your saddened eyes. If anything, Bob wondered if he had to continue his story of tragedy or not. You were a smart girl, he knew you could put two and two together. But he wanted to share, he wanted to let you know you could trust him wholeheartedly with your secrets. And you with his. 

“Bingo,” Bob smiled softly as you whipped your tears from your heated cheeks. “She ended up drowning a few months after we started dating.” 

“Oh, Bob.” Your heart ached for the Back Seater who sat beside you. “I’m so sorry.” 

“The worst part is I could have done more to save her,” Bob pressed his lips into a fine line of guilt. “She’d been going great guns for a few weeks while I was teaching her how to swing on her family’s property just outside of town,” Bob could very clearly still remember the taste of the dirt-laced water he’d ingested trying to save her. He could still see the panic in her eyes. “She got her foot stuck in some weeds at the bottom of the damn, panicked, and despite everything I did, I couldn’t save her,” 

“It wasn’t your fault, Bob–” 

“It was my idea to teach her own to swim though,” Bob admitted as he let his elbows rest on top of his knees. “I don’t ask people to swim anymore, and I’ve never told anyone about the fact she sometimes visits me in my dreams,” Bob explained as he let out a sigh that he wasn’t aware he’d been holding in. “But now you know, and now the secrets we keep don’t seem so heavy.” 

The very idea of knowing one of Bob’s longest-kept secrets made you feel a little better about him knowing yours. You trusted Bob, there was no doubt about it. But that gesture of solidarity made you feel safe, trusted. 

“No one can know, Bob,” You finished the conversation at that, faking a small smile as Fanboy and Payback came barreling out through the front doors of the Hard Deck. You were instantly on your feet, back in work mode as you wiped away the remaining tears that stained your cheeks. 

Bob watched on from his perch on top of the picnic table as you attempted to wrangle the two drunk and disorderly men who could barely tell which way was up and what way was down. He let a few moments pass as he watched on, allowing your life-altering, world-shattering secrets to plague his mind with what-ifs and worst-case scenarios. The very idea that there were people in this world after you didn’t sit well with him. The fact you’d been living a stranger’s life for three years made him want to hug his mother a little tighter the next time he got the chance to see her. He couldn’t begin to imagine to heartache of losing a child, but he knew enough of grief to know what losing a significant other could do to a person. 

And for someone who had experienced the worst of what life had to offer, you still saw the very best in people. 

“Alright you two drunks, let’s get you two home in one piece,” You chuckled as you walked the aviators over towards where Bob sat. “Taxi’s waiting and the meters running.” 

“You’ve given us alcohol poisoning, Brewer,” Payback mumbled as he stumbled with you over to where Bob was. Bob stood with a groan to collect Fanboy from beside you.

“Oh piss off, will ya Reuben–your liver will thank me for cutting you off when you did,” you teased as you handed the men over to Bob with ease. “Get these two home safe Floyd.”

“Will do Brewer.” Bob's soft smile and kind-natured nod was all you needed in response to know he meant his words. “Have a good night, or morning I guess.” 

You watched on from the veranda as the three men walked across the sandy car park and over to Bob’s Suzuki, knowing that the next time you saw Bob amongst his Squadron—there would be no mention of that first kiss. 

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[briaroftheroses]

Right Here In My Arms Tonight

warnings: angst, grieving dead loved one, no happy ending // wc: 700+

spencer reid x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

A million thoughts flew through Spencer’s mind, as they always did, as if his brain was the superhighway. Rain pattered softly against the window, dark clouds looming in the night sky, as he cuddled himself further into the bed.

He replayed the previous few weeks in his head, recalling every small detail. He always thought it was a gift, that he would never forget the way your eyes sparkled when you were happy, the look of your hair in the soft morning sunrise, the image of your skin in the moonlight. Now, he felt as though it was anything but. Cursed to remember the feeling of your bodies tangled together, the sound of your melodic laughter, the memory of hushed whispers in the dead of night, hidden from the world in a cocoon of blankets, and knowing it was all gone.

He couldn’t help but wonder if it was all his fault, as self-doubt and pity creeped in. Could he have been better? Is there something he could have said, or done? Was he too dependent, too self-critical, or not affectionate enough? Or was it inevitable, like the last embers of a once warm and glowing candle dying out?

A part of Spencer didn’t want to believe that it was all over. He was a man of logic, facts were everything to him, yet you seemed to have stripped that all away. Facts meant nothing when he felt lost, half-convinced he would look up and you would be there, smiling down at him, looking like an angel sent from heaven. That’s what you were to Spencer, it’s what you always had been. His saving grace.

The team had been constantly checking over his shoulder, out of concern, and a worry he would return to his old habits. The thought almost made Spencer laugh. You would be so disappointed if he started taking dilaudid again, so guilty that you drove him to it. No, he wouldn’t do that to you. He wouldn’t let you see him like that. You would come back, right? And when you did, Spencer would be sure that he was ready, not hopped up on drugs.

“Sir,” woman’s voice rang out softly in the room, almost afraid of startling him, as if anything too loud would set him off.

Sir. He wasn’t Spencer there, not Doctor Reid. He wasn’t anything, not without you.

“Sir?” The same voice called as Spencer refused to look up, only burying his face further into the blankets. Spencer was sure it would work, that if he could just hide himself then none of this would be true, just a bad dream that could be warded off with a sheet.

“We need to prep the body,” those words seemed to somewhat knock Spencer out of his stupor of denial as he glanced up. He still refused to look at the nurse, his gaze trained solely on you, on the bruises and cuts maring your face. You were still beautiful, you would always be beautiful to Spencer. You could be covered in scars, and violent purple bruises, and be bald, for all he cared. He would never meet someone more perfect, more ethereal.

“She’s going to wake up soon,” Spencer voiced adamantly. The heart monitor had flatlined long ago, but it was as if Spencer never even heard it.

He did, he absolutely did. It’s what threw him into a pit of despair and agony, the sound being the final note in Spencer’s life, the soundtrack to the end. He couldn’t possibly go on, not now. Not while you lay still beneath him, body battered in from the ubsubs attacks, breathing stilling to a halt.

No, this wasn’t right. None of it was. You were supposed to wake up, hold him, kiss him, and marry him. Spencer’s fingers toyed idly with the shimmering ring on your finger.

“She’ll wake up,” he repeated, with such conviction you would’ve almost believed him, if not for the way his hands shook and you lay lifeless in the hospital bed.

Spencer always knew everything, something he took great pride in. He had his whole life planned to the moment. But, with every second that you remained unresponsive to his hushed words, and delicate kisses to your face, his future slowly swirled around the drain, leaving only blackness behind.

And the million thoughts in Spencer’s head finally stopped, replaced with only you.

written by @briaroftheroses, august 15th 2024

tags: @fear-is-truth @slutforgarlogan

a/n: woke up in an angsty mood today and made my first spencer fic 🤪

also i’m so sorry i haven’t post a fic in like five months 😭 i have been writing, just nothing’s been getting finished

[saradika]

— BLEED FOR ME | part iii

[masterlist]

mand’alor!vampire!din djarin x f!reader

rated e - 2.4k

haunted hoedown prompts: vampire!au + “i would burn the world for you.” + vampire has a taste for specific blood + revenge + (one-sided) enemies to lovers (+ 1 to be revealed!)

tags: vampire!au, drinking blood, reader has scar on shoulder, mentions of death, shared memories, light angst, references to seduction, sexual innuendo and thoughts, references to violence

The days until the winter solstice tick down. Early Autumn days start to cool at night.

You sleep under the last warmth of the sun, with windows drawn open after he leaves. The canopy is wrapped around your bed, letting in the afternoon breeze but mimicking the darkness.

And still, you feel adrift. That funny feeling is still settling in your stomach. Rolling with the sway of your step as you follow at the Mand'alor's - Din's - heels.

No longer seating across the room in the throne room. Now next to him, in a golden seat that matches his silver one.

Listening as he conducts his business. Trades and agreements, settled firmly and carefully. A disagreement, broken up without violence.

It’s fascinating.

But it feels... wrong. Your own task seeps into the honor of being at his side, polluting it. You're expected to enjoy it, to look happy, and it's become all too easy to forget what happened - why you were here.

Too wrapped up in the quiet questions he asks, in those moments of dusk and dawn. Half truths becoming whole as you guard slowly lowers. As you begin to learn about him, as well.

Things he tells you. Things you pick up, absorbing greedily without thought.

It feels like a betrayal, later.

How could you forget what happened? How could you forget your promise?

His kindness only extends because you are physically keeping him alive. You should have ended things by now.

But, you haven't.

The guilt gnaws at you. Seeping into your dreams, into those moments of connection, when your eyes can't help but close.

The images so much more vivid, now. Almost a tangibility to them - the quick, blurred edges coming into focus. Repeating, growing longer.

So much seems to focus on that night. You think it's because it still haunts you. Replaying how the shouts had awoken you. That startled feeling as you crawled out of bed.

The shadows on the walls, the weak and watery grey sky. Soon turning red, and then black - with flame and smoke.

A glint of gold. Your grandmother's necklace, lying on the bedside table. A photo of their wedding day inside, painted with such care.

Something you wish you could have saved - one of the few relics from your family, a gift from when you had left them to find your purpose.

You had always wished for a love like theirs. A fated connection.

There’s a throb as you remember the collision - something solid that knocked you to the ground. Fingers coming back sticky, your mouth tasting of copper. The visions always swim, then.

Parts you've never been able to remember, before. Always growing dim, until you'd been woken up under the tree, and it was over.

But lately, there's more. As if you're outside your own body. The limp sway of your arm, dangling as you were carried. The murmur of a low voice, though you can’t make out the words. Dark eyes looking down at you, almost brown in the morning light.

There's a sharp edge of a knife that you always walk.

Torn between pressing, nudging - trying to get get a glimpse of the vampires, the destruction. A way to remind yourself what has happened, why you are here.

And then, not wanting to see.

What if it's something you can't take back? What if it disgusts you so much that you can't help but act in that exact moment - ruining your chance?

So, you don't.

You let the images pass - carefully collecting them. Pressing them lkke flowers between a book, something to come back to layer. Not even realizing that deep, deep down...

You’re really just hoping that you don't see him.

You really shouldn’t have gone down to the kitchens.

A heat still burns in your cheeks at the thought, when you finally made your way back to your room. Your treasure procured - a freshly baked pastry with homemade jam clutched in your fingers.

The food here is the best you’ve ever had. You can admit that, at least. All the Companions are well-fed, with treats and delicacies always left out downstairs.

It’s here, that you had found a few others.

Beautiful men and women, all gathered around a smoldering fire as the sun had begun to rise. Their other halves flitting off to hole up until nightfall.

But just like you - there was a desire to see the sun, at least.

You had joined them, half out of loneliness and half intrigue. They had accepted you quickly, stifled laugher and glances over their shoulder as they had whispered questions.

“So how is the Mand’alor? I’ve always wondered.”

“You don’t have any marks. Does he drink from your-”

An elbow then to her side, her words had cut off with a giggle. A head turned- an aside to her friend.

“Lady Kryze is always so thorough. I haven’t slept in days.”

Someone else had sighed.

“What I wouldn’t give to be Lord Fett’s Companion.”

You had realized there’s desire in their words. That none of them were afraid, that there was a sense of private camaraderie and knowing amongst them.

That unsettling, confused feeling comes back. They were human, like you. Did they not know what the vampires did? Were they so shallow that coin and finery had bought their loyalty?

Their eyes were on you, expectant. You had no choice but to shrug with embarrassment.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

They were quick to set you straight.

“It’s like, a feeling, you know?”

“You have to lean into it. That connection.”

“The first time I tried it, I had marks up and down my thighs by morning.”

There was an eagerness that laced with jealousy, leaving you even more bemused than before. Faking a prior engagement as you had left them, promising to give it a try.

Privately, you told yourself you wouldn’t.

You couldn’t.

Looking back, you can’t even remember the taste of the jam, what fruit it was. All you could think about is this new facet of their relationships.

Wondering if that will be expected of you. Wondering why you weren’t warned.

Wondering if you cared.

Wouldn’t that be a good way to get closer?

The thought makes you uneasy.

You’d put an end to this. But you weren’t so cold-hearted to stoop to seduction. That wouldn’t be fair, to Din.

But as the sun rises, when he comes back.

When his mouth is pressing against your wrist, when you’re looking at the bow of his lips and the wide breadth of his armor, that wondering comes again.

The thoughts creep in.

For he is handsome… the parts of him you have seen. A rich voice and the breadth of his shoulders in his armor. The little upward tick of his lips in a rare smile.

And you are human, after all.

You find yourself imagining marks on yours thighs, on the soft curve of your neck.

How your blood would throb, rushing down to pool beneath heated skin - wet and swollen. The thud of your heartbeat kicks up a notch, as your thighs press together. As you squirm in your seat.

You don’t know his face but you do know his mouth. It’s his teeth you picture sinking into your skin, your mind nudging curiously at the thought.

It sends a jolt down your spine. Pricking at your skin, heat licking at your chest and down to your belly. Then slipping lower. Your breath catches in your throat-

His grip on you tightens, then. It’s almost painful - startling you. A hushed cry rattles from your lungs as he pulls back with a rough gasp.

“Ulyc, cyar’ika.” Din’s voice is ragged, as his hips shift upward - letting go, as you pull your wrist back to your chest, “I’m sorry. But you can’t-”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish his thought. A knock at the open doorway, Boba’s face grave as it turns your way.

“Mand’alor.” His voice is low, his brows drawn together. “The city, it calls for you.”

Din’s chest still heaves, his hand dragging across his mouth as he composes himself. The helmet sliding back into place as he stands, but still keeping himself close to you.

“Wolves?” He asks.

Boba shakes his head, “Raiders, from the looks of it. Like before. I can send someone, or go myself.”

You forget about the pain, about everything, for just a second. The thought of the town below in ruins sends you back to a year ago, sorrow twisting through your chest.

It has you half-standing, but Din’s hand is pressing against your shoulder, carefully easing you back down.

“I’ll go.” His voice is firm, “This has gone on long enough.”

A second, as he turns to you, “I need to take care of this. Boba will look out for you while I’m gone.”

Something like worry creeps in. Aware of the weak light that slips through the cracks of your curtains, how soon it will be morning.

“The sun…” You begin hesitantly, and he’s stepping closer.

“I’ll be fine.” His fingertips touch your jaw and that has you looking up - wishing once again that you could see his eyes.

Giving him just a small nod, instead.

From your window you watch him leave. The glint of his silver armor in the morning sun, now - his movements practiced as he swings a leg over the slate-grey horse.

Drawing his sword - the metal dark and gleaming and looking almost alive, even as far away as you are.

Watching as he gallops down the path, racing off to ward away the threat.

Leaving you inside the castle, to wait.

You worry turns into something else, as the hours pass.

Anger, at the thought of him rushing off to save this town, when he had launched an attack on yours. Did human life mean so little?

Did he even think about the bodies that had lied littering the streets, the memories that has been torn down?

Was it only because these humans were complicit, that they were spared?

You had awoken to screams. You don’t know if your town had even been asked.

The mark on your wrist stays red, unhealed. A reminder while he is gone. That you’ve slipped too far, that you need to get over the tender feelings you’ve pretended not to notice.

They fester inside your chest. You dream about him while he’s gone, as the day bleeds into another.

His face bare, features blurry above the lips and nose you know so well. Leaving you to wonder if his eyes are red, like the glimpses you’ve gotten of Lady Kryze? Are they burgundy, like Boba’s?

Replaying the sound he had made, the morning that he left. The edge his voice takes just after he feeds, lasting through the few moments he stays afterwards. That pulsing, thudding beat that leaves you squirming, when you’re alone again.

Leaving you with the urge to sink your own teeth into something.

Those thoughts are ruled by your heart, not your mind, not your logic. Another betrayal, your eyes unable to help flicking towards the window, again and again.

Looking to the others throughout the day, checking for any news or weakness.

A sign that he’s fallen.

None come.

You try not to think about the relief that follows. Or why you feel listless, your eyes dragging over the same words in the books you pick up, in an attempt to pass the time.

Your enthusiasm for the food waning - more in tune than ever with the hours that pass.

Still wondering about the town, below.

You had spoken to some, in your journey here. They had been good people, honest folk.

Maybe along the way, there had been a mistake. An itch in your brain that you haven’t been able to scratch, irritating you since you arrived.

You’ve decided to ask Fennec about it.

Not about anything that would raise suspicion.

Just why the Mand’alor himself would feel the need to go alone. What sort of promise he had made, to go rushing off with such intensity?

Maybe then, you could understand.

You find her by accident - in a large ballroom that you often cut through.

The ceiling painted in a wash of colors, accented in gold. Seraphs lying on clouds and sprawling gardens and somehow always feeling bright, even in the dim room.

Liking the way your feet echo, in the empty room. A swing in your step as if you were dancing too, even if just pretend.

But you’re not alone today - she sits in one of the plush alcoves. Arms bared where her shirt pushes up, a dark jerkin slung over one of the marble statues that line the walls.

"I'm sorry-" You manage, attempting to back out of the room. The moment looked private - your question could wait.

Her eyebrow lifts, looking unbothered, "You can come in, I'm just preparing."

The way she lounges is casual, as if she does this regularly. Propped up against a nest of pillows, a book opened against her bent knees. An arm draped to the side, an ooze of red that drips down to a half-full goblet below.

A jar of that same salve Din had given to you sits in the open windowsill, for after. A means to wipe the mark from her skin, to knit it neatly together again.

The sight makes your stomach turn, even after all this time.

"Are you leaving, too?" Your head nods towards the cup, as you linger in the doorway - thinking about what Boba had said about her ferocity.

Her brows pinch in question, as you gesture to her arm.

"No," Fennec's head shakes, as she understands. "This is our arrangement."

"I didn't know you could do it another way." You say this without thought - wondering if this had been what Din was offering, that first night. An alternative to biting - another small attempt at adjusting to your comfort.

"I tried the usual way." She shrugs, eyes dropping down at the text, "This is better, for us. It's tedious, for certain. But I've never enjoyed the connection. Boba's memories are..."

Fennec searches for the word, as you go still, "...Unpleasant. And I am sure mine are worse."

His memories.

Is that what you've been seeing? Those flashes of thought that blend with your own, when his teeth sink into your skin?

But how can they be, when you are in them?

"But, I am sure that's different for you." Her expression is sly, lips curving in a small smirk. A sharp glimmer replacing the far-away look in her eyes, coming back from her own evocation.

"What do you mean?" You ask, your voice sounding far away.

Dazed, as if the words are taking their time on their trip from your thoughts to your tongue.

That look comes back. As if you're on two different brainwaves, as if she isn't understanding what you're asking.

"Well, I thought that would be obvious. We’re not like you…" Fennec frowns, her head tilting. A breath, as she clarifies.

"Boba isn't my mate."

Ahh and the last Secret Prompt from the list is soulmates / fated mates! 💕 thank you so much for reading! If you’d like a tag for the last 2 parts, please let me know!

Ulyc, cyar’ika - “careful, beloved”

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[simplyholl]

Out of My System Pt 6

Summary: Loki doesn't understand Thor's attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

W/C: 915

Out of My System Masterlist

The hot days of summer turned into the cool nights of autumn. Your hookup with Loki was on constant replay in your mind. Even though months had passed, you would never get over it. You’ll never forget how it felt to be tangled in the sheets with him. Bodies entwined like an intricate puzzle. How his fingers grasped you like he never wanted to let you go. How he called your name in those moments of ecstasy.

It was silly, but you felt special because you were the first and only Midgardian he slept with. He was actually brilliant to not sleep around. Loki slung dick like it was his job, and rent was due. You had no doubt that the people of Earth would lose their minds trying to bed him, if they ever learned of his talents. His fans were wild without that knowledge. You had seen the comments on his posts.

Things weren’t awkward between you, and for that you were thankful. It was almost like it never happened. If you hadn’t memorized every mark he left on your body, you would think it was all an erotic dream your horny mind conjured.

Tonight is Tony and Pepper’s wedding. You, Wanda, and Natasha are bridesmaids. You shimmy into the dress, beyond grateful that Pepper chose an elegant, sleek style over the one her mother favored. You were looking forward to the reception. It was going to be the party of the year. You text Rhodey to remind him he needed to make sure Tony didn’t bring an Iron Man suit with him.

The reception started off with a bang, literally. Fireworks lit up the night sky, loud music boomed through the speakers. Ben asked you to dance when the next slow song came on. You let him lead you to the dance floor. You had been seeing him casually, and he was more than happy to be your booty call.

He was a great guy, you just wished you liked him more. You often wondered if something was wrong with you because you didn’t. You couldn’t help that the only man you would ever have feelings for, would never return them. You didn’t mean to, but you found yourself comparing Ben to Loki.

How he spoke, the way he dressed, how it felt when he kissed you. The worst was while you were hooking up. Your mind always went to how it felt when you were with Loki. It was like you were made to fit together. It didn’t feel like that with Ben.

He holds you closer as the song’s chorus echoes over the crowd. You’re startled when you hear Loki’s voice. “May I cut in?” He asks Ben. His large hand rests on Ben’s shoulder. He looks up at the god who hovers over him. He immediately releases you, letting Loki take his place.

Loki tugs you toward him. “You look beautiful tonight.” he tells you, guiding you through the dance. You glide around the dance floor enjoying being this close to him again. You look at his mouth, thinking of how his lips were now intimately familiar with your body.

You lift your eyes, noticing that he’s doing the same. “I shouldn’t be thinking of you as often as I do.” he confesses. You sigh, “Loki, you can’t say that to me. It was a one time thing, remember?” Loki curses himself for not giving into you sooner.

He doesn’t believe in love. But he’s terrified of falling for you. His heart almost stops beating at the realization that he already had. You consumed his every thought. It was more than just desire. He craved your company. He needed to be around you.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I should have known it would be more with you.” You listen intently, letting his confession sink in. “I’m in love with you. I think I always have been.” You press your lips to his excitedly. “I’m so in love with you Loki.” You tell him in between kisses. You hear a throat clear, realizing the music had faded out, and the intro to the next song was really quiet.

You glance around, and all eyes are on you. “Let’s go!” You take his hand, leading him to the bathroom. You can’t keep your hands off each other. He pins you to the wall with his body. “Do you know how out of control you make me feel?” he pants in your ear.

You throw your arms around his neck, holding on as his fingers dip into your panties. He runs his finger through your folds, feeling how turned on you are already. “All this for me?” He smirks, lifting his finger to his lips. “Only for you.” You confirm.

He unbuttons his pants, hard cock jutting out. You help him by lifting your dress up your thighs. He slides your panties to the side. You gasp when he enters you, stretching you deliciously. His tongue starts at your collarbone, licking a trail to your jaw. “I’ve missed being inside of you.”

~The next week~

Loki and Thor were being sent away on a mission. They would be gone for a few weeks. Your heart ached. You just got him, and now he would be off fighting without you. You’re sitting on Loki’s kitchen counter with him standing between your legs. You pull him to you, placing kisses all over his face.

Thor barges in, telling Loki it’s time to go. You wish you had five more minutes with your new boyfriend. Loki kisses you goodbye, rubbing his nose against yours. “I don’t want to leave you.” he whispers. You know Thor heard him when he smiles knowingly, looking between the two of you.

Part Seven

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[milequaritchsslut]

His sun girl

Summary: He loved you, but he had to let out at some time…

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Dead Reader

Warnings: Alcoholism, death, blacking out, crying, depression, isolation, sadness, loneliness

He sat in his room most days, alone with his thoughts and the dim lighting that he allowed to stay on. He wasn't one to talk about you anymore, you were in the past. But so was he—it was like he was stuck without you. Almost like someone paused his movie and never turned it back on after you died. Yeah that's what it felt like—just that. He had no control over moving on or staying put in his agony. It wasn't like he wanted to move on either, he was ok with sulking and rotting away in his apartment alone.

He loved looking at your pictures—it gave him some sense of comfort, knowing that he still had small pieces of you with him. He loved you more then you could've ever known, he adored everything you did. Even when you weren't so amazing, when you would come home drunk and yell at him. You had promised that you would've stopped—he begged you to keep that promise. But like they say once a cheater—always a cheater. And sadly you led yourself to your own demise, you had one too many shots that night. Collapsing to the ground and laying unconscious—he rushed to the hospital when the paramedics called him. Worry and sorrow filling him as he realized he was too late—you left him before he could even say goodbye.

He sobbed into his hands-falling to his knees next to your hospital bed. Tears streaming down his rosy cheeks and staining his clothing. His heart was smashed onto the ground, the pieces scattering and spread around the room.

It seemed his world was taken from him that day-what had he done so wrong? All he ever did was love and care for you gave you all he had left in him. But it seemed it was your time, time to let you go—even though he desperately didn't want to. But that wasn't really his choice was it? No it certainly wasn't—so he didn't move on. He stayed put—replaying that day in his head for the last 7 months and crying and wailing for you to come back and just let him tell you how much he loves you. That's all he really asked for—was that he could've just told you how much he loved you.

That he would've torn the sun from the sky itself if it would've made you happy-or maybe you wanted a scorching hot star? He would've flown into space and grabbed one—letting it burn his hands to a crisp, but that would've been ok. Because it was for you, and if it made you happy then his pain didn't matter.

He remembers that you liked the sun, you bathed in it every day. Even when you got sunburnt you still went out and enjoyed it -he called you his sun girl. You acted like the sun too-always so ready for the next day and excited. You were the brightest star in his sky—the only one really. You were the reason he got up in the morning and the reason he had a smile on his face. The second you left-so did that smile, that smile you loved so much and adored. He lived in anquish and sorrow now-no light shining through his life. Nobody saw him smile—actually nobody really saw him at all. He never went out—he never ate—he never went on missions—he never did anything. Not without his sun girl

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[liminarystars]

Hello! How r u?

May u request a hurt to comfortt for Dazai x Fem! Reader in High school Au!

Thank you!

Ache

summary : you and your boyfriend get into a fight about, why he's always injured.

paring : Osamu Dazai x Fem! Reader

reader pronouns : she/her

You didn't speak, the entirety of your lunch was in silence. Tears stained your once perfect makeup. (e/c) orbs threatening to water up at any given moment.

It was hard without him. Yet he had hurt you, but you still loved him. It was hard to pinpoint when you started arguing during morning time. You closed your eyes, and attempted to replay everything.

---

You stopped the brown haired boy, placed both of your hands on his upper arms and spoke, "You're covered in bruises and bandages again! For the last time, Dazai , what's going on?" The concern on you face and voice was evident.

His chestnut irises, darted around the surroundings. Not once making eye contact with you. "Nothing, it's fine." He finally responded. Quickly trying to brush off your concern.

"I don't believe that." Was all you said. Looking down at your shoes, not wanting to gazing into the eyes you love so dearly. Yet, you felt him staring down upon you.

"I can assure you, nothing is wrong. I promise." The words had finally came out of his mouth. He didn't want to make you worry. All he wanted to protect you, keep you safe.

"Samu, you've been getting beat up. You have all these bandage's on you, and other medical patching's on your body. Something's up, please tell me." You pleaded, you hated seeing him injured.

He let out a huffy sigh, before looking at you. "I told you already! Nothing is wrong! Everything is fine! Alright?" He snapped, his voice was unintentionally raised. He could feel you hands tensing up on his arms. "I care about you okay? I'm worried! So stop telling me everything is fine when it's clearly not!" You yelled back at him. You were frustrated.

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From that point onwards it escalated, you felt horrid. You placed your lunchbox to the side of you on the grass. Looked up upon the clear blue sky, watching the clouds roll by. Enjoying the quiet, or at least trying to.

That was until you felt something on your lap. You looked down to find a familiar face laying there. Upset. You ran your fingers through his hair, as a silent way of saying it's okay.

He mumbled sorry, over and over again. Though, it was barely able to be heard. "I forgive you, just please be more careful." Was all that you said. There was a long silence before being followed with him saying one singular thing.

"I love you."

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[peachy-cheeks]

Defined

ch: 1 | 2 | 3

synopsis: you and nanami are coworkers and former friends with benefits grappling with the decision to consciously uncouple as a non-couple (aka stop doing each other)

word count: 1,937 words

characters: nanami kento x gn!reader

warnings: angsty kinda, slight sexual mentions this chapter

a/n: i was gonna talk a bunch here about clarifying intentions, labels and titles meaning things, etc. but i thought that was entirely too much... i imagine if you've been anywhere on the fwb/situationship spectrum then you'll just get the gist of it all

"With this, there was no dating. No tender moments in public or meeting family. And no telling coworkers... absolutely not. The closest semblance to a normal partnership was the rare mission assigned together. The ones you both went on afar from Tokyo, apart from the blood and guts, felt a bit like little vacations.

But even if his hands fell onto and held your waist a certain way. Or if his teeth tugged your bottom lip as his to claim. Even with the smiles that bookended your meetings of intimately learning the other's weaknesses. This was not that kind of relationship."

Violet with dying rays of orange and pink melted into the growing spread of navy sky. The moon always seemed to look brighter up north.

So many mundane blessings clicked for you in moments like these. The daily changes in the sky, the gentle crumble and cushion of leaves beneath your sore soles, an intact spine... it all felt so nice. Normal miracles.

Lucky, some would say. You were lucky to experience those blessings.

"Ah, so you're headed to Hiraizumi?" "Yeah well, nearby. There've been quite a few disappearances near the Satetsu river. I've never been but it seems fairly quiet there otherwise." "It's pretty... beautiful really. But you'll want to be careful up there. Lots of concentrated energy." "Of course. I'm looking forward to it." "Try not to take offense to this, but who'll be going with you? I don't imagine they'd send anyone near there alone unless it was Gojo." "Well, I'll be with Nanami... we've worked together a couple of times. I think we get along just fine. Should go fine." "Aren't you lucky..." "Mmm." "Seriously though, be careful. For them to assign a grade 1 and semi grade 1 on a single assignment. Sounds like they don't even know how big of a problem it really could be." "Right... you sure you don't wanna swap places with me, Kusakabe?" "Don't make me laugh. Try to come back in one piece."

Last week's conversation played in your head while you gradually retreated from the wilderness toward the nearest town. The replay was a welcomed distraction from the internal and external bruises that slowed your pace. It also took away from the freshly-made replay of you nearly being split into pieces by the wickedly sharp appendages of the curse you faced not even an hour before.

"Nanami?" "...Yes?" "Thank you... for watching my back there."

Met with silence, not that you were expecting much. An expression of gratitude is a hard conversation point for someone unenthused to relish in their own good deeds. Because he was there, your near-fate was returned to its sender. As planned, the 7:3 Sorcerer's dull blade tore apart the sickened flesh that held the curse together. No rumination of the act on his part out of politeness, sure, but more so out of professionalism.

His position, tried and true, was simple: what kind of sorcerer would he be if he stood by and allowed you to be decapitated by a curse mere feet away from him?

'I need to work on my reaction time...' Who doesn't? You're at the best that you've known yourself at. 'I'm sorry for being a burden...' Fuck no. That doesn't make sense and it sounds pathetic.

Thoughts trailed off as your steps continued. 'Just leave it...' A breeze slapped against your cheeks and your adrenaline continued to fall.

Even now, the silent air between you both was not uncomfortable. Though, it never usually was. Besides, many sorcerers pray for minutes of peace to grow into hours, days, and months. Most find the time after intense combat to be the purest form of peace; from one extreme to its polar opposite in seconds. Colors, light, scents, and temperature all came through so much clearer... more precise in those after moments.

Auras too... and his captivated you. It had for so, so long, but in the duration of your relationship you had rarely seen this particular quick swell, bright glow, and slow decompression. Witnessing it made you grateful.

Strong. By nature and nurture, his strength was hardwired into his body, mind, and soul. It struck a perfect balance with his kindness, something unwavering that you witnessed the moment you ran into him years ago (literally, by immaculate chance) as a salary man.

Kindness and strength, just two of his many traits that defined the humanity you adored. Steady in your meeting, brief union, and eventual break. At every stage, it was never difficult to find Nanami admirable.

“There’s no way they properly considered the risk of this assignment."

What were you two talking about again? Oh—

"Yeah. It's odd that they sent us both." "It’s… a disheartening situation.” "..."

You sincerely hoped it wasn't becau—

"...Not because of you..." "Oh, I... I understand."

Of course you understood, it came with your own strength. But surely he could've handled that curse without yo—

"Thank you for your hard work. You created a wide opening for me to assist. I'm not sure I would've been able to do this without you." "...Mm. No problem... me either. I certainly couldn't have done this alone."

Your statement was obvious, as you were covered in far more wounds and marks compared to your coworker. You may have landed more blows against the curse, but he certainly managed to move efficiently and avoid the brunt of what you got.

"Are you feeling faint?" “No… I’m okay. Thanks.”

Maybe faint wasn’t the proper word, but the goosebumps on your skin made it harder to move. Colors, temperature, and that growing navy sky felt colder and colder. Terrible shame that the nearest town was still a 30 minute hike... and that the nearest auxiliary manager was another 20 minutes away.

“Are you sure?” “…Yeah… I’m just a little chilly…”

In a singular, swift motion, the weight of Nanami’s blazer comfortably swallowed your shoulders. Without hesitation, he had removed the layer for your benefit.

“Your adrenaline is dropping.” “T-thank you… thanks... but so is yours. Aren’t you cold?” “My injuries are minor and we don’t have long to go.” “Okay… well... let me know if you want this back at any point.” “I’ll be fine.”

If Nanami was anything, he was an excellent coworker. A professional and selfless team player in every sense. The evening grew cooler and despite the donated layer, the chill sank into your exposed skin and down your bones. 15 more minutes, huh?

"Do you think you can make it for the next-" "Next 15 minutes? Y-yeah, I think so." "..."

You figured, at least until his question made your knees buckle. His ever watchful eyes took in your attempt to conceal a growing limp. Did this curse really fuck you up that bad?

"Hold on."

Nanami placed a firm hand on your shoulder prompting you to pause and repositioned the harness that holstered his weapon from his back to his shoulder.

"If you're comfortable with this, I'll carry you until we reach town. Please don't feel indebted to me, I don't want your injuries to worsen from oversight." "I... Nanami..."

God. First, his coat. Now, his back. What more could he give?

He certainly wasn't being chivalrous to prove a point... was he? What point would he even be making?

Well... how long were you going to make him wait...?

"I don't mean to pressure you..."

Hazel eyes, bare of his glasses, were kind and waiting for your answer. A familiar air of disarming patience carved the cold air between you. Were his eyes always this way when looking towards you? Even now?

"N-no. No, it's... I..."

Deep breath... okay.

"Thank you. Thanks... I really appreciate that." "Okay. Just try not to lean back, I might lose my balance."

He wouldn't, you both knew, but the warning put you at ease. You smiled, nearly drawing out a teasing quip in response. As gently and respectfully as possible, you made your way onto Nanami's back. Your body was pressed flatly against the broad, dense surface of his. With sturdy arms roped around the plush of your thighs that rested on both sides of his waist, he resumed a slower pace.

The bob of his walk complimented the steady rhythm of his heart, both of which reverberated through your own chest making you wish you could sink into him. The newfound warmth soothed the growing aches and you slipped into sleep. No matter how hard you tried, your body could never forget the comfort that his brought you.

"Maybe this isn't a good idea..." "...Sure." I guess the illusion of this fantasy had finally caught up to you two. Five months of willingly bending your own limits, testing the line of professionalism and personal boundaries. Neither of you would've ever sought out another sorcerer as a long-term partner. Sort of stupid to think that indulging in each other carnally would be a sustainable form of healing. With this, there was no dating. No tender moments in public or meeting family. And no telling coworkers... absolutely not. The closest semblance to a normal partnership was the rare mission assigned together. The ones you both went on afar from Tokyo, apart from the blood and guts, felt a bit like little vacations. But even if his hands fell onto and held your waist a certain way. Or if his teeth tugged your bottom lip as his to claim. Even with the smiles that bookended your meetings of intimately learning the other's weaknesses. This was not that kind of relationship. "I don't regret where we are. But being like this might do more harm than good longterm." What an incredibly stupid conversation to have in bed. And what a crazy thing for him to say with his lips still pressed to your neck. "Kento... I don't think we were planning on doing this forever, right?" So why do this in the first place? Maybe he doesn't need a friend (is that what you are?) like you anymore. The sex, itself, was never the problem. If it was, the conversation wouldn't have followed your pleads for him to consume every part of you (and him fulfilling every request.) Pillow talk and waxing poetic about alternative lives or separate futures would eventually run dry. Neither person wanted to escalate beyond where you two comfortably were. Blissfully uncoupled. And as cathartic as it proved, unpacking core memories and histories as a non-couple was... very intimate for the type of relationship you agreed to share. But sometimes you figured you could do this... it all... forever, at lest with him. Not that forever was particularly long for the average career sorcerer anyway. Your own trauma was similar to his own formative heartbreaks, both spoken about in bits and pieces scattered across your time together. Compassion and the embracing calm of your bedroom beckoned Nanami's largely regulated vulnerability. Five months of unlocking each other to see and be seen, if only for a few hours. Maybe what you both really needed was a good therapist? "Hey... Kento?" "Yes?" "Do you still want to work together?" "Of course... but I think we'll need distance." "Of course. Yeah... ok. Ok... just don't treat me like a stranger." "I never will."

Of course. Responsibility was never solely about physical strength, but about balancing the variables: endurance, intuition, experience, maybe even spite at times… but, most importantly, care. And he was always so responsible.

A responsible, capable, and careful man would do what he could to protect you. How cruel would it be for him to suddenly change when your heart had been so close to his, then and now? Of course a responsible man would carry you when you were down and he'd even let you dampen his shoulder with your tears, awake or not. Naturally, he'd let you grieve what should have been let go.

For the sake of work, sanity, and your friendship.

So here you two were. Nearly five more months down the line since your last meeting. And as much as the partnership changed, the players stayed the same. Accepting another rare assignment together, but with the new goal of making it unremarkable. Just work. Open and closed, with no strings attached.

[aibloomie]

GOING ON A DATE WITH THEM

✧ featuring — xiao, childe, thoma, and kaveh x gn!reader

xiao’s and childe’s are way longer because yes </3 this is what my short lived motivation brought me to write so I'm pretty happy WOOO ignore any typos HELP

xiao, who would not complain about taking you up one of the tall hills residing in the huaguan stone forest upon your idea for a date with him there. feeling the sturdy ground of the hill would make him feel serene, and his ecstasy would be tripled because he's accompanied by his precious lover. you have him wrapped around your finger, and he finds himself accepting gestures that he never imagined he would have. you could adorn his hair with lovely qingxin petals, trace his light tattoo with your fingers (which will definitely make his cheeks flush), and even request to wear the seemingly dangerous necklace that hangs around his neck. he’s all yours <3

“your sources of happiness are quite odd.” xiao comments, watching as your fingers toy with the pearl colored beads of his necklace. contentment fills your features, your eyelashes fluttering in what he views as a dreamy manner, and your smile seemed almost everlasting as it made no effort to leave your face. you seem happy by simply touching his necklace as if it was a long lost treasure, more happy than if your favorite food were to be presented right in front of you at this very moment. 

his statement made you snicker, “xiao, are you calling yourself odd then?”

“what do you mean?” xiao scoffed, cluelessness clear in his eyes as he stared blankly at your amused ones for a couple seconds before he realized what you were indicating. his eyes widened for a split second. the seed of pure and blissful love that you had instilled in him was nurtured by each and every moment he spent with you, by every realization he had of how dearly you loved him. 

“oh.” a second of silence as he tried to say something- anything. “I see…you make me happy too.” his last words were quiet, but certainly ones that made your heart jumping with joy since xiao usually had trouble vocalizing such thoughts.

once the date is over and the sky turns a midnight blue, xiao cannot get you off of his mind. his company every night is the moon— who listens to the lovingly sweet thoughts xiao has about you, the memories that replay over and over in his head and contribute to his pounding heartbeat, and feels the longing for you that courses through his veins. the moon is his witness to his overwhelming love for you. 

childe who would want to travel to dragonspine, welcoming the bittersweet feeling of the snow that reminds him an awful lot of his home nation and family. he’ll make sure you’re all bundled up, warm, and safe so that the weather does not make you sick. he is an expert at this, given that it is something he used to do frequently back in snezhnaya to make sure his loved ones never got sick. he thinks you’re really cute, looking at him lovingly while he wraps a scarf around you.

“where did you even pull out that scarf from? I didn’t see you take it when we left to come here."

childe feigns disbelief, dramatically placing a hand over his heart, though his next words were laced with delight. “oh, how you wound me. how could my own lover forget that I always come prepared?”

with a roll of your eyes, you shake your head. “yeah? mind telling me about the time that you so heavily insisted on paying for our meal at liuli pavilion and ended up somehow forgetting your mora?”

this time, childe let out an authentic gasp. “hey!” he didn’t even have a comeback. 

with that out of the way, he of course wants to have some sort of battle with you. he’s a competitive individual, after all. so yes, expect him to suggest that you guys hold a snowman competition. just because he loves and adores you does not mean that he will go easy on you </3 snowball fights are not out of the question either, though he does make sure to tone down his strength for it so he doesn’t hurt you

you’ll be spoiled by the end of a night full of thoma’s company, walking alongside him through the well lit streets of inazuma city. you might get teased by a few of the merchants who have known thoma for a long time, making comments on how much of a fitting couple you are. the more elderly people openly describe the two of you as the embodiment of what it feels like to be “young and in love.” all of that just makes thoma’s smile grow and his hold on your hand tightens momentarily, not bashful at all over how clear his feelings are for you. 

on dates like this he really enjoys buying you what you want. see some food that makes your mouth water? within a second he’s already ordering, unintentionally getting a discount since he has helped the cook out in the past (and yes he will want to feed you the food if you let him, and likewise, would love to be fed by you as well)

kaveh, who guides you to a well adorned boat floating idly on a river that circulates a beautifully built city. his attentiveness shows by the dishes with your favorite foods and beverages that are nicely laid out within the boat, accompanied by the decoration that makes the interior of the boat anything but dull. any compliments crafted for him on your end make his mind feel fuzzy, evident by the way his face flushes perfectly. 

the opposite is also true. usually kaveh would more carefully bask in his surroundings, but you captivated his eyes way more than any intricately designed building could, and he makes that known. 

“even with all this impressive architecture surrounding us, I can’t seem to take my eyes off of you.” kaveh’s tone was tender, as if his heart was speaking on its own. his auburn eyes soften as he reaches out a hand to gently caress your cheek. “your unmatched beauty and kindness is breathtaking.”

the date is definitely going to be stuck in his head </3 kaveh already knows he's going to arrive back at alhaitham's home once the date is over, so immersed in his own daydreams of you that he won't even be in the mood to bicker with his roommate (you have kaveh burying his face into a pillow and swinging his legs /hj)

[quintessencewrites]

Save Her ShuRiri x Wakandan!reader

“Griot,” she started slowly. “Who is piloting Fighter 009?”

“Y/n, Your Majesty.”

Warnings: Angst!! Happy ending though <3, explicit language as always, mention of character death, Shuri's kinda mean at the beginning...

Word Count: 1.4k+

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A/N: My heart ached writing this!!! I just wanna give my girls the happy endings they deserve but yall are asking for angst, so you'll get angst. Speaking of which, this one is the happy ending version (believe it or not). There'll be one coming soon with a not-so-happy ending... Flashbacks in bold. Enjoy, my loves!

“Your Majesty-”

“Not now, Griot.” Shuri paced the room, still fuming. Your argument was at the forefront of her mind and she couldn’t stop the scene from replaying in her head. 

“You have two wives! Why do you feel the need to dance with another woman?” Shuri approached you, finger pointed in your face accusingly. 

“That other woman was the Queen of Genovia! A country that you wish for Wakanda to have as an ally. She asked for a dance, so I danced, Shuri. Would you rather I be rude and dismiss her?”

“Yes, I would.” 

“Lies! You would have been in here, still fussing at me like a child, had I rejected her invitation.”

Shuri stepped slowly towards your small, angry figure.“I don’t like seeing your arms around anyone else. I don’t like seeing theirs around you.” She tried reaching for your hands, extending hers to you meticulously. “These hands are only supposed to drape around my neck.” When you jerked away from her touch, the young royal scoffed, fury flowing through her veins.

“Oh, so you’re leaving Riri out of this too?” It was such a petty response, and you knew it.

“Please, Shuri-” the AI tried again.

“Do I need to power you down? I said not now.”

“I am not leaving Riri out of anything. Did you catch Riri dancing with anyone else last night? Hm? Because, if I recall correctly, Ri stayed at my hip the entire night.”

“So that’s what you want? Me on a leash?”

Shuri was towering over you, anger emitting a burning heat from her figure. “Is that what it will take for you to start showing some respect? A leash? Like you’re some bitch?”

Your mouth fell agape; disbelief at her words brought stinging tears to your dark-hued eyes. 

“Get the hell out, y/n.” Shuri’s venomous tongue continued. 

“Fuck you, Shuri,” your voice was nothing more than a whisper as you retreated from the throne room.

“We’ve lost communication with Talon Fighter 009. I suspect the Captain no longer has control of the aircraft.” 

Griot’s fast-paced words halted Shuri’s stride, pulling her from those flooding thoughts. “We did not give any Fighters authorization to take off today.” 

The AI’s silence ran ice through the Queen’s veins. There was one person who did not need the authorization to take off. The very person who helped Shuri build the Talon Fighters.

“Griot,” she started slowly. “Who is piloting Fighter 009?”

“Y/n, Your Majesty.”

Her Majesty stalked toward the floor-length windows adorning every wall in the throne room. Out in the distance, several miles away, she could make out a slight speck slowly falling from the sky.

The ice in her veins defrosted at the sight. Her y/n, falling from the sky. A quick double tap to the kimoyo beads dangling around her neck sent the panther suit clinging to her lanky figure. 

The Black Panther mask swallowed her face. “Griot, update Riri and page her into me. And send me the coordinates for Fighter 009, now!” She boarded the Royal Talon Fighter and seated herself behind the controls. Her breathing hitched, thinking of you doing the same, not predicting what was to come.

“At once, Your Majesty.”

Not even a second later, Shuri’s beads vibrated, alerting her of Riri’s presence. “Ri-” Shuri’s husked voice cracked with fright. 

“I heard, ma. I’m suited up and on my way. Aye, Griot, let me get those coordinates too.”

“I’ve just sent them over, Princess,” The AI informed.

“What the hell happened, Shuri?”

What the hell had happened? You were more skilled with every Wakandan aircraft than Shuri herself. 

“I-I don’t know. Griot?”

“An intensive safety check was failed to be done before takeoff, Your Majesty.”

“An intensive safety check was what?” Riri parroted. “Y/n wouldn’t forget that. She knows that. She does it everytime.”

You were anal about performing a safety check everytime you took off, regardless of the circumstances. Why would you choose now to not do one?

“She wouldn’t if she weren’t in the right head space…” 

Shuri’s words went by unheard by the girl in the iron suit. 

“Griot, how long we got before the Fighter makes contact with land?”

“About 30 more seconds, Princess Riri.”

“Shuri, baby, what’s your ETA?”

She glanced down at her controls, the display showing she wasn’t as close to you as she wanted to be. “I-I’m going as fast as I can.”

“I got her then, baby.” Mach 5 suddenly didn’t feel fast enough to Riri. She willed her suit to go just a bit faster.

“Ri, what if we don’t get there in time?” The Queen voiced her fears aloud. 

“Ain’t no what if, cuz we will. Where she landing, Griot?”

“Over the hillside, in the Border Tribe.”

“Ight, I’m making my way. Imma get our girl, Shuri.”

“Riri, I said some things-”

“It don’t matter right now.”

“I-I called her a bitch-”

“Shuri-”

“I told her to get the hell out-”

The panic Riri was trying so hard to keep down rose suddenly and unexpectedly. She stumbled in her suit, slowing down dramatically. A frustrated sigh came from her parted lips. The effort to get back up to Mach 5 was going to waste precious seconds.

“Griot, disconnect me from Shuri.”

“Wait, Riri! What?”

“I’m sorry, ma. I’m trying to save her. I’m going to save her, but I can’t do it with you in my ear like this.”

Once Shuri’s voice no longer surrounded Riri, she took a deep breath in the silence. ”Griot, can you connect me to y/n?”

“All communication to Fighter 009 is dead, however, I will attempt to get you through via her kimoyo beads.”

Griot cut out and static filled Riri’s suit, engulfing her in fuzzy nothingness. 

“Y/n? Y/n, baby, can you hear me?”

Your whispered whimpers were faint. “R-Riri?”

It broke Riri’s heart to hear her name spoken so weakly. 

“I’m here. I’m here, baby. I’m coming to get you.” 

“I’m coming too, sithandwa sam.”

“Shuri? I thought I hung up on you.” Riri prepared herself to do so again.

“Griot is my AI. He does what I tell him.”

“Y-you seem to expect e-everyone to do w-what you tell t-them,” you retorted with tearful gasps.

“Not now, my love. Better yet, not ever. It was a petty argument and I apologize from the depths of my heart-”

The very AI she created cuts her off. “Your Majesties, Y/n’s oxygen levels have dropped to 86%. I estimate fifteen seconds before impact.”

“Shit,” Riri cursed under her breath, though it doesn’t go unheard by either girl. Your sobs grow, the uncontrollable sound hiccuping from deep within your belly. 

“M-my oxygen l-levels? W-why are m-my oxygen l-levels d-dropping?”

“You’re falling too fast…” Shuri was unable to hide the fear behind her words.

“I’m coming, baby.” Riri steadied her voice, feigning a confidence she didn’t currently have. “Thirteen seconds until I get to you. Can you count it with me?”

“Y-you want m-me to count d-down my d-death?”

“You not dying. I promise, I got you. Count with me.”

“Twelve,” You and Riri’s voices mix in unison, the cracking teariness in your vocal cords and hysteric rush in Riri’s drowning each other out.

“80%,” Griot calls out through the noise.

“I love you, y/n,” Shuri whispers, full of regret, begging Bast to save you himself.

“Eleven”

“71%”

“We got you, baby.”

“Ten”

“68%”

“Hold on, my love.”

“Nine” Your voice grows weaker, your steady words becoming broken gasps.

“55%”

“We won’t let you down.”

“Eight” Go faster, Riri begs herself. Just a bit faster.

“51%”

Shuri grows silent, focusing intently on reaching you.

“Seven”

“45%”

“Six” 

“39%”

“Five” Riri was now counting alone.

“30%”

“Four”

“25%”

“Three”

“17%”

“Two”

“0%”

Shuri’s dark figure drops onto the falling Fighter, hard. A claw-clad hand reaches out to rip the door off the well-built aircraft and a flash of red shoots past, in and out right before the Vibranium tech hits the ground, crushing and crumbling at impact.

“We got her! Shuri, we got her!” Riri’s cries were full of relief. Your unconscious body felt like nothing in her arms. 

“Y/n’s oxygen levels are 70% and climbing steadily.” Even Griot sounded at ease.

Shuri fell to the ground of the Royal Talon Fighter, exhaustion overtaking her in place of the stress that evaporated. Tears poured down her face and she held her head in her hands. “We got her.”

[aifanficssssss]

Hawks Gets Flustered.

Pairing: Takami Keigo x Reader

Warning(s): None Words: 1552 

A/N: hawks my husband, please tell me if there are grammatical errors, english is not my first lenguaje! also remember this was writed by an AI, i just make a few corrections to make the story make more sense.

Summary: Hawks is a flirtatious bird who doesn't know how to act when her crush respond him with the same energy.

Hawks had always been a bit of a player, always flirting and teasing the girls around him. But there was something about Y/n that made his heart beat faster every time he saw her. Maybe it was her fiery spirit or her bright smile, but he couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

So, he would flirt with her every chance he got, always making her blush and giggle with his suggestive comments. But one day, Y/n decided to turn the tables on him.

"You know, Hawks," she said with a sly smile, "you're not the only one who can dish out the flirting. Maybe I should start giving you a taste of your own medicine."

Hawks was taken aback. He had never heard Y/n speak so boldly before. But instead of feeling intimidated, he found himself intrigued. He wanted to see what she was capable of.

And so, she began to flirt with him in earnest. She would make playful comments and tease him, always with a glint in her eye. Hawks found himself both nervous and excited by her sudden change of attitude.

He tried to keep up with her, but he found himself stumbling over his words and blushing bright red when she said something particularly suggestive. It was a side of Y/n that he had never seen before, and he found himself completely enraptured.

But as the conversation continued, Hawks began to feel more and more nervous. He wasn't used to being on the receiving end of the flirting, and he wasn't sure how to respond. Finally, he decided that he needed to take a break.

"I, uh, I need to go," he stammered, his wings twitching nervously. "I'll see you later."

And with that, he took off into the sky, leaving her laughing behind him. But even though he had been caught off guard by her sudden change of attitude, Hawks knew that he couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him next time.

Hawks flew through the air, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe how much Y/n had gotten to him. He had never felt so nervous around a girl before.

As he soared above the city, Hawks tried to shake off his nerves. He had to get his head back in the game. He was a hero, after all. He couldn't let a little flirting throw him off his game.

But no matter how hard he tried to focus, he couldn't get Y/n out of his head. He kept replaying their conversation over and over again in his mind, trying to figure out how he could have responded better.

Finally, Hawks landed on the rooftop of a nearby building, panting slightly from the exertion of his flight. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Okay, Hawks," he muttered to himself. "You can do this. Just go back down there and show her what you're made of."

With that, Hawks took off into the air once again, flying back towards where he had left Y/n.

When he finally landed, he saw her standing there, a smile on her face.

"Hey, you made it back," she said, still grinning.

Hawks took a deep breath, trying to summon up his confidence. He was a hero, after all. He couldn't let a little flirting throw him off his game. And so, he approached Y/n with a sly smile on his face.

"I see you're still trying to keep up with me," he said, his voice low and teasing.

Y/n laughed, a sound that made Hawks' heart skip a beat.

"Oh, you have no idea," she replied, her eyes twinkling.

And with that, the two of them launched into a playful banter that lasted well into the night. Hawks realized that he had never felt so alive, so excited, so...happy.

The next day, Hawks was doing his daily patrol of the cityl, his mind was still on Y/n. He couldn't believe how much she had gotten under his skin in such a short amount of time.

He kept replaying their conversation from the previous day in his head, trying to figure out what it all meant. Did she really like him, or was she just toying with him? Hawks was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice when he landed on a rooftop next to another hero.

"Hey, Hawks. What's up?" asked the hero, a woman with long black hair.

Hawks snapped out of his reverie and looked over at her.

"Oh, hey, Midnight," he said, trying to sound casual.

Midnight raised an eyebrow.

"Is everything okay? You seem a little distracted," she said, her voice tinged with concern.

Hawks sighed.

"I don't know, Midnight. There's this girl… and I just can't stop thinking about her," he admitted.

Midnight nodded understandingly.

"I see. And how does she feel about you?" she asked.

Hawks shrugged.

"I don't know. She's really flirty and teases me all the time, but I can't tell if she actually likes me or not," he said, feeling frustrated.

Midnight smiled sympathetically.

"Well, maybe you should just ask her," she suggested.

Hawks felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of actually asking Y/n how she felt about him.

"Really? You think I should?" he asked, feeling nervous.

Midnight nodded.

"Absolutely. It's better to know for sure than to keep wondering," she said.

Hawks nodded, feeling determined. He knew that he had to talk to her and find out once and for all how she felt about him.

And so, he took off into the sky once again, his heart pounding with anticipation. He was going to find her and finally get some answers.

When he arrived at Y/n's apartment complex, his heart sank in disappointment. He had seen her with a guy, and the way they had hugged and said "I love you" to each other had made him feel sad with jealousy.

He was about to fly away and forget about the whole thing when he heard a voice calling out to him.

"Hawks, hi!" Y/n's voice cut through the air.

Hawks turned around and saw her standing at the entrance to her building, looking at him with concern.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, walking up to him.

Hawks tried to act casual, but he knew that he must have looked upset.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just...didn't want to bother you," he said, his voice trailing off.

Y/n looked at him quizzically.

"Bother me? What are you talking about?" she asked.

Hawks hesitated for a moment, then decided to come clean.

"I saw you with a guy, and I just assumed...well, I don't know what I assumed," he said, feeling foolish.

She looked at him, realization dawning on her face.

"Oh, you mean my brother? Yeah, he was just dropping me off. He's in town for a visit," she explained.

Hawks felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"Your brother? Oh, I see. Sorry, I guess I just jumped to conclusions," he said, feeling embarrassed.

Y/n smiled at him, her eyes sparkling.

"It's okay. I'm just glad you came back. I wanted to talk to you," she said.

Hawks felt his heart skip a beat. Was this it? Was she finally going to tell him how she really felt?

He followed her inside, his mind racing with possibilities.

As they settled down on the couch, she took a deep breath and looked at him.

"Hawks, I wanted to tell you something," she said, her voice serious.

Hawks felt a knot form in his stomach. This was it. He was finally going to find out how she felt about him.

But before she could say anything, Y/n burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I can't keep a straight face," she said, still giggling.

Hawks looked at her, confused.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

She composed herself and looked at him, still smiling.

"I'm sorry, Hawks. I didn't mean to tease you like that. But the truth is, I like you. A lot," she said, her eyes sparkling.

Hawks felt like his heart was about to explode with joy.

"Really? You do?" he asked, feeling incredulous.

Y/n nodded.

"Yes, really. I've been trying to tell you for weeks now, but every time I try, you always fly away or something," she said, her tone playful.

Hawks felt himself blushing.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to react," he said, feeling nervous.

She leaned in closer to him.

"Well, maybe you could start by kissing me," she said, her voice low.

Hawks felt his heart race with excitement as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

It was everything he had ever wanted and more.

As they pulled away from each other, they both couldn't help but laugh.

"I can't believe it took us this long to finally kiss," Hawks said, feeling giddy.

Y/n smiled at him.

"Better late than never, I suppose," she said, her voice playful.

Hawks knew that he was never going to let her go. He had finally found someone who understood him, someone who made him feel alive. He was grateful for every moment he spent with her.

[bangtaninborderland]

Risk It All (21)- Bandages

Genre: Chishiya x fem reader

Warning: death, violence, blood, guns

A/N: I was supposed to update this before I went to LA and on wattpad I did but I didn’t in tumblr even though I thought I did so I’m sorry you have all had to wait so long HOWEVER you get a double upload 🫶🏻 I have no idea where this chapter came from I was sitting there and then suddenly I started writing and poof. Is he finally learning? idk. Will he be back to being emotionally constipated Chishiya by tomorrow? Probably. Does he care for YN? Yes. Was he afraid? Idk read next chapter 😂

Ch.20 | Masterlist | Ch.22

The video message continued to replay itself. Mira mutters the same words over and over again. You all decided to head back to the Main Street. The tunnels suddenly feel eerie.

"That was a surprise." Kuina sighed, folding her arms across her chest. You often wondered how she didn't ever get cold, maybe now her style would change. No longer restricted by the beaches rules.

It's not like people here cared much for fashion. That became the least of your problems the second you stepped into the borderlands.

"What's that noise?" You mumbled, unsure if you were hearing things.

"It's coming from outside," Chishiya answered, his hand brushing against yours as he walked further ahead than the small group you'd formed.

You focused on the stairs in front of you, not wanting to trip. Arisu and Usagi were walking beside you, Kuina and Ann a little further back with Tatta trailing. "It's a blimp."

You understood what Chishiya had meant when you exited to entrance to the station, the beautiful blue sky occupied by four blimps, all of which varied in distance. The one above you had a sheet attached to it, the king of clubs printed on it. "It's starting isn't it?" Arisu directed the question to Chishiya.

"It's strange, there's no rules no si-

BANG.

You'd seen guns, seen them fired, but never had a bullet graze your ear though. In fact, you were sure it would have gone straight through your head if Chishiya hadn't pushed you out of the way.

"Run!" Kuina shouted, Chishiya following behind you as everyone broke off into pairs.

"Watch where you're going." You wanted to scoff, even with bullets flying through the air in every direction Chishiya still managed to have a stick up his ass. "Don't get shot, keep low. Get behind the car."

You rolled your eyes but followed his instructions, shielding your body with a dusty blue car just out of the shooter's sight. You could hear screams in the opposite direction, unfortunately, that meant you and Chishiya were closer to being safe. You didn't have time to worry about it anyone else right now.

"You see the building over there? The side door? Run there, do not look back." You used the body of the car to give you a lift, keeping your body hunched over as you run as fast as possible.

Another gunshot went off, this time the bullet hitting a window near you. "Chishiya?" You called back, still sprinting ahead.

You could hear his footsteps, the sound of the gravel underneath him providing you with some comfort, the adrenaline keeping you going. "Behind you, go."

The steps to the building were narrow but you managed two at a time. "Keep going through there, look for an exit door."

He was a few paces behind you but you both knew you weren't out of the danger zone yet. "There's a fire exit door here."

"Where?" He asked, a little out of breath beside you. His hair was somewhat dishevelled but as always he had a calming yet beautiful aura to him, even if he was still a demanding dick with a stick up his ass. "Oh, there."

He sighed, eyeing the padlocked and chained door. "Someone probably camped out here before, look for another exit."

"The window?" You both frowned, stepping over to it cautiously. The building must have been a storeroom or something. Random pots, and crates surround a few rusted stools. "Isn't it too far?

The space was a few feet, the window the same height. He opened the window, leaning out to eye the height. "It's either jump or wait for hun, her, them to come back here and I don't know about you but I don't feel like dying before finding out what this place is."

"How will we open the other window? Neither of us can reach. You aren't exactly the tallest." You wanted to laugh at your own remark but decided against it when you heard him grumbling.

"You're what half a foot shorter than me? I should have let the bullet wedge itself in your skull maybe then you wouldn't be making jokes. Look for something long and sturdy enough to push the window open." You didn't argue back, knowing he would only have another half-assed comment that would no doubt annoy you to the core.

You searched for a few minutes, looking through the empty crates before he called you over holding up a crowbar. "This is perfect. You're lighter than me so you reach out and open it and I'll hold your legs so you don't fall."

You shook your head, narrowing your eyes at him. "How do I know you won't drop me?"

"I saved you from that bullet didn't I?" You paused at the slight smile crossing his lips. "I won't."

"Fine, if you do I'm telling the shooter where you are." You resigned, stepping up on the ledge and reaching out for the crowbar.

It was a struggle but you managed to lean out the window enough to reach the sliding handle. Chishiyas's hands firmly on your ankles, his touch grounding you.

"You jump, I'll be right behind you." He offered, taking a step back so you could have enough room to gain some power to your jump. Your fingers barely managed to secure themselves around the open window, you pulled your body up your hands scraping up the wall as you did.

Chishiya followed behind you, the jump being easier for him. The half-a-foot of extra height playing in his favour. "What now?"

He looked around, observing the room before noticing a small door you hadn't. "If I'm right this leads into the basement of the next building, if I remember the area correctly it is only accessible from the other side of the street. We could either hide low there or exit whilst they are distracted killing everyone else."

You raised your eyebrows at him despite the lack of shock you held in his response. "You say that so easily. What do you think is safer? Aren't we just sitting ducks waiting?"

"Now you're getting it, you have to risk it all sometimes. I'll look out first, you stay behind me." You held your breath as he opened the door slowly, wincing as the old metal grated against itself. He ducked his head out looking left and right before taking a step back inside. "We can make it if we run. Follow me okay? Do not be slow or I swear I will use you as a shield."

"Yeah yeah, I get it you know you could save your time with these rants. Just run and be happy I don't decide to use YOU as my shield." You let the mild irritation and panic you'd felt earlier seep into your words, not caring much about playing nice. "Be careful." You tacked on the end, half-heartedly but still very true.

"Finally, a backbone. Let's go." You once again found yourself rolling your eyes, trying to refrain from hitting him.

Within a few seconds, you were both sprinting. He didn't look back and neither did you. Even as screams grew louder and the stampede of people passed you the only thing you were focused on was Chishiya, your feet landing in the places he had been a fraction of a second ago.

Your lungs were just about to explode when Chishiya ducked into a building, you following behind him. His frame had already collapsed to the floor, chest heaving as you entered your body doing exactly the same, desperate for respite from the sudden exertion. "Fuck."

You murdered in agreement, far too oxygen-deprived to muster any words. It thankfully only lasted a few moments before you were able to compose yourself, shuffling closer to him. "Are we safe here?"

"I think so, we could try and head back to the house but I think we should head higher up, try to get a map of the games. What I have here isn't going to do." He held up the small backpack he had removed from his back, pulling out a bottle of water which he offered you first.

You accepted it, taking a few sips before passing the bottle back to him. Swirling the cap in between your fingers. "No rules were announced, how do we play the game if we don't know the rules?"

"I don't think there is any. In fact, I don't think this is a game but a mere attempt at wiping as many of us out as possible." He shrugs, holding his hand out for the cap.

You open your hand, pushing the cap towards him, he eyes you for a moment before taking it, slipping it back onto the bottle. "You haven't noticed yet have you?"

You frown at him, utter confusion across you. "Noticed what?"

"Your arm." He stated, pointing to your bicep.

You follow his gaze, your eyes widening at the sight of blood seeping through the fabric. "I'm bleeding."

"Take your shirt off."

"Excuse me?" You scoffed in disbelief.

He shook his head, opening the bag. "Take the shirt off, let me see I brought supplies in case something like this happened."

Your face flushed red. "Oh." Of course, that's what he meant. You tried to pull the shirt off but the sudden pain encasing your left side stopped you. "I can't Chishiya."

"It's the adrenaline wearing off, let me do it." He help you steady your arm as he slid the frantic off, your vest providing you little against the breeze. "I have to clean it."

"I guessed that, be gentle." You half smiled, already dreading the searing pain of the cleaning alcohol against the wound.

"It doesn't look like it went through, it's a bad graze. Your ear too." He analysed your arm and you used the time to analyse him. His face held a hint of something that could be seen as a concern, his fingers working almost automatically. Your mind is flooded with images of the hotel, when he has dressed your wounds then.

"You help me a lot." You murmured, the realisation of his small acts of care coming to you. "You take care of me."

"As I said, I don't hate you." You could have died at the small smirk tugging at his lips. He pulled out a small bottle and some cleaning pads. "This will hurt, try to be quiet."

"Yeah sure I'll scre-OH OW!" Your sentence cut off with a grunt of pain as he poured the alcohol into the wound dabbing it a few times before heading back for a bandage.

"I told you to be quiet." He laughed, you reached our leg out, kicking his thigh.

"You're an asshole." You felt yourself pouting but didn't bother fixing it, he was an asshole.

"And you're immature, life your arm let me wrap the bandage around." He gave the instruction but provided no time for you to follow through before he lifted your hand and rested it against his shoulder. "Always needing my help."

"Can't help needing it when you're always offering it." You wince as he tightens it around the wound, the pain still a little jarring. "Do you have any painkillers?"

"A few." He mumbled, securing the bandage before moving up to your ear. "I don't have anything small enough to cover that but I'll clean it anyway. "Don't scream."

You raised your other hand to hit him but before you could his own wrapped around your wrist. "Don't."

"Or what?" You spat back.

"I've been nice to you, don't piss me off. I'll leave you here for your wounds to get infected." His grip tightened around your wrist, his frame towering over you a little even as you both sat.

You pushed back, yet he didn't budge. "Let me go."

"I told you not to." He clicked his tongue.

You raised an eyebrow in response. "So go ahead, leave."

Before you could push him again he had already raised your hands above your head, forcing you backwards a little. "For someone so weak you have an almighty attitude."

"For someone so short you have a high level of audacity." You retorted, mentally praising yourself for the quick thinking.

You were sure you would have come out with something if his lips hadn't collided with your own, once again leaving you grasping for air. Your lungs burning with the need to breathe was a discarded desire as you pushed back onto him.  His hand dropped from your wrist, coming up to caress your face. The surprise affection took you off guard but you welcomed it, leaning into his touch. "I told you to be safe." His voice croaked as he pulled away , his hand still lingering on your cheek.

"I'm still here."

"I know, I have eyes."

"We should leave shouldn’t we?"

"Yes. Can you not get shot this time?"

"Chishiya are you admitting you worried about me."

"Yes."

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Chapter 31 The last battle

Chapter 31 of Cherry

A/N: AND YET AGAIN another hiatus! This one will be shorter though so :)

Warning- Angst, swearing, fluff, mentions of death and violence

Episodes- 4x88 (special episode pt.1)

Pairing- Jean Kirstein x reader

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*A FEW YEARS AGO*

“Tell me then sweet Cherry girl,” their voice trails off as they turn around with a glass beaker in their hand. “What is it that you want to be when you get older?”

Wasn’t it obvious by the way you’re hooked to every story they have to say about their expeditions past the wall? Isn’t it obvious by your never ending pestering about wanting to go with them when they leave every single time, even after getting rejected time and time again? Isn't it obvious after losing part of your family to Titans?

“I want to be a Scout,” you respond and help them by sparking some fire in the burner. “Like you, like Levi, Erwin and all the others.” You smile brightly at the thought of wearing a cape like them, at the thought of being as brave as they are and not having to fear a thing any more.

Hange turns and their eyes are wide and their lips are formed into a frown. Your own smile begins to fade at the sight and you begin to grow concerned—then again they are always like this.

“No,” they interject and walk over to the table to set the beaker over the fire. “No. You don’t want to be a Scout, I mean I could never discourage you from chasing your dreams, but,” they sigh and then walk around the table to stop inches before you. They take your hands in theirs and crouches to be at your level. “I have to tell you a big secret, okay?”

Your smile flickers back to life and you probe immediately. “What is it?”

Hange clasps their hands around yours and their lips form to a faint but happy smile. “One day,” they continue. “In your lifetime we will change the world. As much as it pains me the Titans will be gone, we will do it, I know it. And then you, my little Cherry, will have all the opportunities in the world, so tell me what do you want to be in that vast world?”

Your smile slowly widens and without hesitation you give them your honest answer. “Kind.”

Hange grins brightly and grabs your shoulders. “And kind you shall be,” they assure you. “Ah!” They laugh. “I love that answer.” They pull away to get up, and walk past you repeating your answer. “Kind. Ha, I love it.”

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*NOW*

Regret knowing Hange was something you’d never do. Regret not seeing them fight and die was something you also wouldn’t do, no. In the comfort of the grieving silence that’s set over the flying boat, as you fly through white clouds that fill the blue sky, you’ve forced yourself to be content over the last sight of them. It helps keep their memory intact and not polluted by tragedy.

However, it’s in that grief that you’ve been unable to speak or move from your seat. You ache to comfort Mikasa who struggles with so much already, you want to comfort Levi since he’s also known Hange the longest, but you physically can’t move a muscle. You’re stuck in your seat replaying that last glimpse of Hange in your mind over and over again.

“Now, then,” Armin now directs at the group.

You slowly lift your gaze to watch him.

“Let’s hammer out our plan,” he says and grabs a piece of chalk to begin drawing Eren’s new form on the floor. “Pieck, Captain Levi, is this roughly the shape of the Founding Titan?” He asks as he finishes drawing a portrait of a long Titan shaped like a bone made insect.

“Yes,” Pieck agrees. “Though I didn’t get a great look at it.”

“Basically? It’s a humongous bundle of bones that moves like an insect,” Levi interjects, and you scrunch your nose in disgust.

“If it’s like a normal Titan,” Pieck cuts in again. “Eren would be in the neck near the head.”

You lift your head and break your silence. “Given the War Hammer’s abilities, that’s not guaranteed.”

“In other words,” Armin bounces off your comment. “We don’t know which part Eren is in.”

“Even if we don’t know where he is, we can blast the whole thing away,” you continue to add, and catch a glimpse of Mikasa’s baffled look at your suggestion.

Yet she doesn’t know that’s what he wants. You can’t tell her anything either….so you’re going to have to live with seeing the hurt and baffled looks.

“The same way you annihilated Liberio’s port with the Colossal Titan,” Pieck adds, making you awkwardly look over at Armin.

“That certainly would be the most effective method,” Armin agrees, making Mikasa gasp with even more surprise. Not like he cared like you, he doesn’t look at her, he just keeps going. “But we’ll leave that for after we’ve exhausted our chance to talk.” Armin lifts his head to look at Pieck and you. “If there’s still no other way to stop Eren, that’s our last resort.” He says and then glances at the others.

Mikasa nods in agreement to a plan that you now have to say is hopeless. But you can't be the one to burst their bubble.

“It’s great to have a last resort and all,” Levi adds. “But isn’t Eren controlling the Founder through Zeke? Won’t the rumbling stop if we kill Zeke first?”

That’s right Zeke! Albeit you didn’t see him in paths with Eren.

“True. That might work!” Armin agrees.

“There’s no definite proof, but Hange thought it would.”

“But we don’t know Zeke’s location either,” you point out.

“We’ll just have to find the shithead, the Beast, in those bones,” Levi grumbles.

Silence returns after that, no one protests or suggests some alternative since everyone agrees. However, that silence doesn’t linger too long since Levi is the one that breaks it. “I’ll take Zeke out.”

You snap your head to the side and slowly begin to narrow your gaze in defiance, even if you knew that this was a fight and there are going to be risks.

“Help me do it,” Levi finishes saying.

Without hesitation you’re the first one to of course volunteer. “Of course we will.”

Levi turns his head and meets your gaze with a soft look. You offer him a warm smile but have to then look over at Jean as he interjects.

“Of course. We killed many friends and comrades to get this thing in the sky. We can’t allow that slaughter to have been for nothing. Everything is to stop the rumbling. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You smirk softly and nod in agreement. Before you can say anything though, Reiner butts in. “Jean—”

“I shot Samuel and Daz,” Connie cuts Reiner off. “And sliced up other people I knew. I got called a traitor as I did so, all while telling myself it was to save the world.” Connie then suddenly raises his head to face Reiner. “Tell me, Reiner. It was agonizing for you, Bertholdt, and Annie too, wasn’t it?”

You look away to look at your hands as you begin to fiddle with them.

“I can’t even make up for the sins I committed anymore,” Reiner says. “Even if we save what remains of humanity, I doubt I’ll ever forgive myself.”

You swallow thickly as you agree with his words.

“So,” Reiner continues. “Well, let’s at least save what remains of humanity.”

“You’re right, Reiner,” Connie agrees with the man. “Even if we can’t make up for it, we still gotta do what we can.”

“That’s right,” you hear Jean say, and quickly look up—“we’re the same, Reiner.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, even if you shouldn’t be considering he’s not that same immature guy from years ago. It’s just surprising hearing Jean agree with Reiner in general that’s all.

“I never had any right to judge you,” Jean continues. “I became a murderer to save others.”

You glance at Reiner as you think about Jean's words, but you can’t come to that same conclusion. Not yet.

“You know,” Reiner says. “On the night of the raid on Liberio, Eren said the same thing to me. I feel like I understand some of what’s going on in Eren’s head. Could it be that Eren wants us to stop him?”

You quickly look down at your hands again as he mumbles the truth.

“What do you mean?” Mikasa probes.

“I mean,” Reiner continues. “It’s just a thought that occurred to me.”

“Somethings been bothering me this whole time,” Armin interjects. “Eren had the power to affect all Titans and Eldians. And yet our ability to use our Titan powers remains unchanged.”

“You mean Eren is purposely giving us free rein?” Pieck asks as she’s baffled.

“Exactly,” you agree as you keep averting your gaze. “He’s letting you all act freely. To test how we all respond to what he’s doing.”

“Why?” Mikasa asks once again. “We might succeed in stopping the rumbling.”

“It has to be agonizing for him, too,” Reiner mutters. “Committing mass murder…that’s not a burden you can just bear. If it was me, I’d be desperate to leave the Founders power with someone else. And it that wasn’t possible, I'd want it to end….for someone to end it.”

You look over at Mikasa to read her reaction.

“What?” She asks with a disbelief that’s painted all over her features, with pain as she understood but doesn’t want to accept that Eren has to die.

You should comfort her, say anything and help her.

However, before you can try moving, suddenly from one second to another you’re transported back to the starry and majestic place that Eren calls paths. Again. At least this time you’re not alone.

“Again?!” Jean complains as they all look around in shock.

“This is…”

“Paths,” you finish for Connie.

Jean and Mikasa glance at you, but neither of them comment, instead Levi interjects. “What, was he listening in?”

“Eren!” You hear Armin exclaim. “Please hear me out!”

Right, why is he not here? He greeted you when he pulled you in alone before.

“This is already enough!” Armin continues, “I’m sure that no one will be able to attack the island for hundreds of years! The terror and destruction have been just that extreme! If you stop now, we can end all this by agreeing to a non-aggression treaty! You don’t have to kill any more people!”

You look up the star covered sky as if you’d spot Eren amongst them, you strain your ear in hopes you’d hear some kind of response even if you know what he wants.

“I’m sorry, Eren!” Armin shouts, pulling your gaze back to him. “We were the ones who drove you this far!”

“Eren…Eren!” Jean surprises you by saying. “We’ll figure out the rest! You don’t have to keep committing genocide for our sake!”

“That’s right,” Connie cuts in now too with tears coming out of his eyes. “Eren! I hated you after what happened to Sasha, but in truth, you were hurting too, weren’t you?! And yet, I didn’t even try to see things from your perspective at all!”

They’re desperate to hear from him, to know why you’re all here; you are curious as to why you’re here again, but you aren’t desperate to try and talk, you already know what he wants. And sure he might’ve not told you anything on the matter of this rumbling, but given what he did say to you, he’s only stopping by force. So talking is pointless.

Yet you let them try because you did promise.

“Eren,” Mikasa now interjects. “I…I want to shoulder your sins with you. The sins you committed…we’re guilty of them, too. So please, don’t push us away anymore. Please, Eren, come back to us!”

You drop your eyes to the sand and sigh under your breath so they won’t hear.

“You heard ‘em, Eren,” you catch Levi cut in. “Do it now, and I’ll let you off with just a swift kick in the ass. Well? Ain’t it about time you said something?”

Silence passes again, only providing more confusion.

That is until you get startled by Armin shouting all of sudden. “Eren!”

You snap your eyes up to look at him with a narrowed glare, but then you hear exactly who he had called out, Eren.

“The rumbling will not stop. Nor will I leave Paradis Island’s future to chance. I will keep moving forward.”

Just as you thought….

You blink and look back at the sand with a disappointed look.

“There,” Levi points out.

You lift your gaze and follow what he points out and only see a single silhouette. Once the others see it too, Mikasa is the first one to break into a sprint towards that silhouette, letting you know who it is; it’s Eren. Without a second to spare Armin, Jean and Connie follow, you however stay behind with Levi, Reiner and Pieck.

You hear your friends pant as they run as fast as they can on the sand, you can hear their desperation to reach Eren, you praise them for trying, but your hope that something can be done has vanished.

“Why didn’t you go with them?” Levi asks as you watch the others run.

You blink and mutter, “I’m trying to save my energy.” You don’t need to say anything else, nor does he press on the matter.

“In order to obtain freedom, I will take freedom from the world.” Eren's voice cuts in again, it echoes from every perimeter of this place. “But I will not take anything from any of you.”

Well isn’t that nice to hear?

Sacrifice the world to save you all? What would Erwin say? What would the other scouts say?

They’d hate it….

At least that’s what you need to keep telling yourself now so you can get in that mindset you need to…kill Eren if need be.

“You all have freedom,” Eren says. And now all of sudden Mikasa, Jean and Connie return back to where they had left without even reaching that white tree. Albeit now instead of one silhouette there’s two.

“You are free to protect the world's freedom. And I am free to keep moving forward. As long as we each hold unbending convictions, a clash is inevitable. There is but one thing for us to do. Fight.”

Is that why he brought everyone here? To say that and make everyone all emotional? Why couldn’t he just say it in your heads instead?

“But,” Armin interjects quietly. “Then why…why did you call us here?”

“To discuss the fact that there’s no need to have a discussion. If you wish to stop me, make me draw my last breath. You have freedom.”

And with those final words a bright white light flashes causing you to shield your eyes. However, just as you think you’re going to be shoved back to reality, when you open your eyes and pull your hand down, you’re actually still in paths all alone. Now however, there Eren stands in front of you, just you and no one else.

“Keep your promise,” he says to you with gleaming green eyes before you’re then put back to reality with everyone else.

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*LATER*

“Y/N?”

You snap your gaze off your Thunder spear and look to your side and catch Mikasa with her gaze on you. “Huh?” You press with confusion.

Mikasa sighs. “I asked why didn’t you try to go after Eren like the rest of us? You didn’t try and speak to him either.”

This can be the moment, you can break your promise and tell her what he told you. Who knows, maybe if she knows she’ll actually try and do the right thing at the end of the day….

Or she’ll be motivated to try and talk to him now more than ever knowing that deep within, under that Founder Titan still is the Eren she knew and loves.

That’s probably it, so you can’t risk her not having her head in the battle.

“Why should I?” You argue as you secure the Thunder spear on your arm. “It would be pointless if I wasted my energy,” you lie to her for her own good. “If he had wanted to stop he would’ve already, but he doesn’t and didn’t so why try and talk to someone who doesn’t want to hear.”

Mikasa’s eyebrows slowly furrow and her gaze changes between anger and disbelief over what’s coming out of your mouth. “So what?” She retorts. “You gave up hope? That’s unlike you even if Eren is doing what he’s doing.”

You lift your gaze to meet hers and let out a deep sigh and nod stiffly. “I guess I did,” you admit the whole truth now. And that hurts Mikasa more than what you said earlier, she had known you weren’t the same the moment she saw you come back, but she had been lying to herself to try and hold onto something familiar after she had already lost Eren. But she knows now that she lost you too.

Alas she still held onto hope you were in there.

“Don’t,” you contradict her as you see her searching. “That girl you’re looking for is gone, she died in Marley. That’s why I need to know Mikasa,” you swallow thickly and get closer to help her secure her Thunder spear on her arm. “That when it comes to that last moment, that last stroke of that blade, or that one explosion, that you can do it. We need you. I need you. Tell me—” you correct yourself quickly. “No promise me you won’t stop anyone. Swear to me.”

Mikasa’s gray eyes hold yours, now there’s no sign of hope lingering within her about you still being that one hopeful girl, she saw you now, she sees you. She knows what you ask of her, she knows what there is to do about this war, about Eren, but now that you ask her face to face she hesitates to answer you.

“Mikasa,” you call. “Swear to me.”

Said girl draws in a deep breath and swallows back thickly. “I swear,” she breathes out. “I swear I won’t stop you or anyone else,” she assures you.

You draw out a deep breath and nod in comprehension. “Okay,” you whisper. “Good.” You pat her shoulder and then fist your hand to tap the left side of her chest. “Dedicate your heart Mikasa.” You step back and offer her one last smile before you turn around and face the plane door with a watery gaze.

It’s too hard to talk to anyone else, to say goodbye in case this was your last moment with any of them. You wouldn't be able to leave now saying those words, so instead you don’t talk to anyone else. As the plane shakes violently as you fly closer to Eren, now you wait in silence, and with that same fisted hand you tap your own chest. “I dedicate my heart.” To everyone you lost, Furlan, Isabel, Erwin, Miche, Moblet, Hange, every single Scout that you were friends with, old or young, every single one that you knew, you give your heart for them.

“I see him!” Onyankopon exclaims. “Get ready to jump.”

You bend your legs a little to fix your stance and wait.

“Onyankopon, you get over here too!” Jean shouts at the man driving the plane.

“Not yet!” He counters. “I’ll keep going till we’re over the Founder! Afterwards, I’ll make an emergency landing!”

You glance over to him and want to argue back, but you stop yourself and respect his choice.

“So make sure you land on the Founding Titan! Got that?” Onyankopon says.

You get ready to assure him, but then in a split second you get hit with a bad feeling that makes your stomach drop and has you on high alert as you sense danger approaching the plane.

“Onyankopon!” Mikasa warns as she feels the same danger.

Without question the man swerves the plane to avoid being hit by something you don’t catch. Albeit something still smacks a part of the plane and makes you all lose balance. Luckily, before you can hit the wall, Reiner catches you by wrapping his arms around you.

It hurts to say, but you do it. “Thanks,” you mumble and pull away right away to return to your spot.

“The bastards down there,” you catch Levi grumble. “That damned beast.”

You didn’t see Beast, but you do trust Levi, and now realize who had thrown those objects at the plane.

“That saves the trouble of finding him,” you point out.

“Target the Beast Titan,” Armin commands. “Put all your power into taking him out! Let’s stop the rumbling!”

Oyankopon swerves more flying objects and then finally gets close enough to Eren to let Armin throw the door open.

“Scouts dedicate your hearts!” You shout over the rushing wind that flies through the open door.

“Dedicate your heart!” Jean, Mikasa, Armin, Connie and even Reiner shout back.

And now, with that battle cry spoken, with adrenaline now pumping in your blood you don’t hesitate to follow Armin, and jump off the plane to commence this last battle.

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A/N- I'm saving the battle for the next chapter :)

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Broken Promises

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x Reader Genre: Angst Summary: After making a promise to grow old together six years ago, Dazai finally decided that it was a promise he was unable to keep. Recommended Song: You Said You'd Grow Old With Me - Michael Schulte Other Notes: Decided to bring back the angst because I always have some stupid idea that decides to keep me awake at night, so here we are. I'm probably going to make an Oda version, I just don't know when or if that'll ever happen. Anyways, requests are open now because I'm running out of ideas.

The relentless rain drummed against the streets of Yokohama, creating a somber symphony of melancholy. You stood there, soaked to the bone, clutching your umbrella tightly in one hand and a crumpled letter in the other. Your vision blurred as tears cascaded down your cheeks, mixing with the raindrops. This was the spot where you and Dazai had made that fateful promise six years ago.

"Dazai, do you really mean it?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

Dazai, with his enigmatic smile, took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. "I promise, I'll never leave you. We'll grow old together, no matter what happens. You gave me a reason to live, and I'll hold onto that forever."

His words were like a lifeline, anchoring you in a world of chaos and darkness. In that moment, you believed him with all your heart, believing that your futures were destined to intertwine forever.

Fast forward six years, the memory played like a haunting melody in your mind as you stood at the same spot once again, but this time, it was a scene of heartbreak. Dazai, the person you had vowed to grow old with, was gone, leaving a void in your soul.

"Why, Dazai?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of raindrops. "We promised each other… you promised me."

As if in response, a chilling gust of wind swept through the alley, sending shivers down your spine. The letter you held was Dazai's final farewell, a message filled with sorrow and remorse. He spoke of the burden he carried, the pain he couldn't escape, and the belief that he had to protect you from the darkness he bore.

"I'm sorry, my dear friend," the letter had read, "I couldn't keep my promise. But know that you were the light in my life, and I'll forever cherish the time we had together."

The words offered little solace, and your heart ached with the weight of grief and guilt. You replayed every moment you spent with Dazai in your mind, from the exhilarating missions you embarked on to the quiet moments you shared, talking about your dreams and fears. Each memory cut deeper, knowing that those cherished moments were now relics of the past.

In the wake of Dazai's departure, you found yourself adrift in a sea of emotions, unable to fathom the depths of your sorrow. The world felt colder and lonelier without him, and you wished you could turn back time, to that day when you promised to grow old together. But life was cruel, and promises could be broken just as easily as they were made.

Through tear-streaked eyes, you looked up at the darkened sky, feeling the raindrops on your face mingling with your tears. "Dazai, why did you leave me behind?" you whispered, as if hoping he could hear you from beyond.

The silence that followed was deafening, but within it, you could almost hear his voice, soft and reassuring, as it had been all those years ago. "I didn't want to leave you, but I couldn't bear the pain anymore. You gave me a reason to live, and I'll cherish that forever, even in death."

His words echoed in your heart, a bittersweet reminder of the connection you had shared. In that moment, you realized that the promise of growing old together wasn't about the number of years lived, but the impact you had on each other's lives.

As the rain continued to fall, you clung to the memories of your time with Dazai, cherishing every smile, every laugh, and every tear. You knew that though he was physically gone, his presence would forever linger in your heart, guiding you through the darkest of days.

Through the pain and sorrow, you vowed to keep his memory alive, to honor the promise you made as teenagers, and to find a new purpose in life, even if he was no longer by your side. And as you walked away from that spot, you knew that, in a way, Dazai had kept his promise - he had given you a reason to live, and that reason would endure long after he was gone.

[enid-rhees]

hi fav tumblr writer!! can you do a enid x reader where reader accidentally walks in on enid changing and reader realizes they like girls and develops feelings for enid? (they end up together in the end)

hi fav tumblr requester !!! :D i hope you enjoy this !! ( and for your other ask, you weren’t rude/mean at all !! you’re perfectly okay :) )

you were bored out of your mind. nothing seemed interesting enough for you to want to continue it. you tried watching a movie, throwing and catching a ball at your ceiling (it fell on your face, making you want to stop), taking a nap to make the day go by faster, but nothing was working.

it was one of the rare days you had nothing to do at Hilltop. everything was finished and everyone was allowed to chill for the day. people were out doing their own thing to enjoy the free day.

with a sigh, you stood up from your bed and stretched out your limbs. as you left your bedroom, an idea struck you. you made your way downstairs, walking down the hallway to find one particular person.

you twisted the doorknob of her bedroom door and pushed the door open. you were about to speak until you realized what you walked in on.

Enid turned her head towards you as the flannel slipped off her body. your eyes widened and your face started to burn. “i- i’m so sorry, Enid. i was just-“

she chuckled, “you’re fine, Y/N. what’s up?” Enid walked across the bedroom to grab another shirt, and you couldn’t pull your eyes off her. they stayed glued to her body. your mind raced with thoughts you didn’t even know you had.

“i- i uh,” you were stuttering over words embarrassingly. your eyes trailed up and down, but stopped right at her chest. “Y/N?” she asked. you snapped your head up. she lifted her arms as she slipped on the clean shirt.

“i was just going to ask if… you wanted to hang out for a bit or something. since there’s nothing to do.” you explained hazily. “only if you want to, though!” you added quickly.

“of course, i’d love to. just give around twenty more minutes, is that good?” you nodded. “take your time. i’ll be up in my room.”

when you left her bedroom, you exhaled a breath you didn’t even know you were holding on. your heart was beating so fast you honestly thought it would jump right out of your chest.

you re-entered your bedroom, your mind replaying what just happened. her body wouldn’t leave your mind. you always thought Enid was beautiful, but you never thought of her like this.

you’ve never even thought about girls like that before in general. if you were being honest, you weren’t quite sure what to do. Enid is your best friend, you couldn’t risk losing that.

you sucked in a deep breath and closed your eyes. you couldn’t let this get in the way of what you already had with her.

but then your mind wandered again. suddenly, you were remembering all the times you caught yourself staring at any of the girls you were friends with. it was mostly Enid, too.

there was only one correct answer to all of the racing questions that went on in your head.

you liked girls. and you liked Enid.

a few knocks landed on your door. you stood up quickly and opened it. Enid stood there, a smile on her face. you couldn’t help but smile back despite everything that just occurred to you.

“wanna sit up on the watch tower? bit of a pretty view up there.” she asked you. “yeah, let’s do it.” you told her.

the two of you skipped down the stairs and went outside, heading up the stairs that led to the watch tower. you leaned against the post, looking over the gate and into the field. the sky was filled with pastel pinks and purples.

“see? isn’t it beautiful?” Enid asked you. you looked over at her. your eyes sunk into hers for a minute. “yeah. it is.”

she admired the view while you admired her. “it reminds me that there’s still beauty in the world. despite everything,” she mumbled. you turned your head towards the sky again. “yeah.”

Enid then moved closer to you. her left hand that rested on the post slowly made its way to your right hand. her pinky softly touched yours.

you hesitated for a moment, but spoke up. this was something you felt you couldn’t keep a secret. you never kept secrets from her, and she did the same. it would eat you alive if you kept it in.

“how crazy would it be if i said i was in love with you?” you asked her. she turned to you. the sun illuminated her face perfectly.

“totally crazy. but, that’s just because i’m in love with you too.” she told you, laughing nervously.

“guess we’re both crazy.” you said. she inched closer again, and you took the opportunity to wrap your arm over her shoulder.

when she looked up at you, you looked down at her, “how crazy would i be if i were to kiss you right now?”

“totally insane.” she answered briefly before your lips connected.