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captain039 · 1 year ago

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PART 2 His conquest

Spawn!Astarion x spawn!reader

Warnings: Angst, vampire things, hurt/comfort, swearing, dick head Cazador hate his ass xD, abuse, soulmates

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Brothers and sisters (7)

Petras - male human

Dalyria - female half drow

Karliel - female dwarf

Astarion - male high elf

Naza - female Teifling

You

Sarric - male wood elf

You had no freedom besides inside the castle, even then you were forbidden in certain areas. If you went somewhere you weren’t allowed to you’d end up beaten for your actions. You rarely left the room allocated to you and your so called six brothers and sisters. You were starved so you found out quickly, you didn’t get a proper meal in a week. Cazador would pick to join him for dinner and give you a dead rat, desperate and hungry you always ate it, needing some form of blood. You hated yourself, hated this thing you’d become, you barely got time to yourself, the bath was attached to the room with only a robe curtain covering it. The other spawns had more freedom than you, obviously from being here for years, he sometimes sent them out to find him more poor souls to put in that horrid dungeon. You didn’t sleep anymore no matter how exhausted you were, you didn’t know what it meant to be a vampire or what was included, not like there was some guide to being one. Thankfully tonight everyone had left or was elsewhere, you smelt horrible, too afraid to bathe with the others so close. You cursed the drapes that didn’t hit the floor as you closed them. You tugged off your clothes and glanced to the mirror which was there for some stupid reason, not like you could see yourself anymore. You opened the cupboard grabbing some hair oil and soap before running the bath. Your hand reached to your back flinching at the angry scars you felt. You pulled your hand away quickly hearing footsteps suddenly. You snatched a towel and wrapped it around you and stopped the water hoping they’d leave, you really needed this bath.

“Who’s in there?” You heard Astarions voice, but didn’t answer.

“I’m going to assume it’s you Y/n by your lack of acknowledgement” he scoffed shuffling in the room.

“I’m not going to come in there if that’s what you’re worried about, have a bath for gods sake” he said and you gulped shaking your head. You drained the water and heard the drape open. You jumped seeing Astarion there with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” He asked watching the water leave. You didn’t answer holding your towel tightly and gulping.

“You smell have a bath!” He grumbled walking in and starting the bath again. You stayed in the corner against the walls making sure he was as far as away you could manage.

“Terrified little pup” he muttered pouring some scented oil in the bath.

“I don’t bite” he commented and you glared.

“I do, I lied” he shrugged. He stopped the water and gestured to the bath.

“Get in” he said and you stared, he was joking?

“You won’t bathe yourself” he huffed going over to you, your whole body tensed and you dashed out the bathroom.

“Hells sake” you heard him say as you awkwardly grabbed some new clothes. You yelped though when you were suddenly lifted into arms.

“Honestly” he huffed as you stayed frozen.

“Put me down” you said voice scared and he frowned looking down at you. Your body trembled in his hold now and his stern face faltered.

“Alright” he said rather softly letting you back to your feet. You stepped away from him and sat in the closet bed legs too shaky.

“The water will get cold, at least use it” he said nodding and leaving the room. You felt small relief fill you, guilt filled you also and pain as you went back to the bath.

Astarion hadn’t felt right the moment he tasted your blood the sweet taste it left made him shudder. Cazador had been eyeing you for weeks and after learning your routine he finally sent himself out. You smelt delicious even from the alley way, when he sank his fangs in and felt the warm blood go through him he felt alive, aroused, so many feelings flooding through him. He felt your panic, fear and felt you slip into unconsciousness, he almost drank you dry if it weren’t for the leash he had around his neck. It wasn’t the usual seduce and take back, Cazador wanted you instantly, no seducing. He felt possessive of your body as he carried you back, Cazador smirking from ear to ear as he took your body away into the unknown room. He didn’t see you for weeks, he felt you though, felt the cold panic, could taste your fear, the realisation that you’d become something you didn’t know was real. His mind was constantly brought back to you and he hated it, you were no one, another spawn in Cazadors army. When he finally saw you he felt relief in his body, you were terrified, body obeying Cazadors every word and command. You hadn’t tasted blood, your hungered eyes staring at the cup in the masters hand. As they sat at the table he felt ridged, as did he’s ‘brothers and sisters’. You knelt by the master like some dog, a slap hit you harshly when you whined. He felt like he felt the slap himself, felt the rage inside him wanting to slice his masters neck more than usual. He couldn’t see you properly from the table, he made sure to keep his eyes on his glass that Cazador so graciously provided, it was fresh human blood, something was going to happen to you. When Cazador forced him to follow him to the carving room he felt his stomach drop, your panic never left neither did your fear. It spiked seeing the room and your survival instincts kicked in. You hit him like a rock, bringing you both to the ground as you snarled ready to rip his neck off. He ceased your hair like you had to him and held you back trying to calm you, Cazador would kill you now. You were torn off him and he felt his body shoot up watching you be laid down in the table. He was ordered to tighten the restraints and your shirt was cut open. Astarion felt sick as Cazador carved into your back, your blood leaking onto the floor. It still smelt delicious, just cold, dead. Cazador had some sick plan to make him watch before he simply left you and him after he was finished.

Astarion waited till he was out of hearing range and cursed undoing your restraints, making sure you were still alive, well vampire alive. He grabbed a rag and pressed it against your back as it slowly healed. He lifted you and took you back to where he and his brothers and sisters stayed. They were all their eyes wide as he carried you. You were too cold, you had been so warm when he held you against him as he drank you, gods.

He cleaned you with a wet rag, glaring at the others when they went to comment, he hadn’t done this with anyone else. He laid you on the empty bed under him hoping you’d heal quickly. When you finally awoke, you were scared and disorientated, you took the blood vial Karliel gave you. When he spoke you snarled at him, it made him amused before he was shooed out. Before he even got down the hall you were rushing past him almost into the sunlight Cazador so nicely placed. He caught you before you could burn to a crisp, your hand just hitting the sun with a hiss. He held your hip and arm panting a bit at the immense feelings he felt from you. You fell from his arms before you turned and brought him down with you. You were once again trying to rip his throat out, only this time fists his face over and over and he let it happen your feelings too much for him before he caught your hands. You looked so broken and he felt his dead heart clench as you sobbed before you stared at his lips. Before he could react your lips went around his and sucked, you must’ve made his lip bleed. He couldn’t ignore the thrill that went through his body, but he had an audience and pushed you off. You looked terrified again and went to the wall crying. He’d asked for more blood, but none of the others didn’t have any making him scoff, but somehow he felt happy about it as he nicked his wrist. Your nose flared and you looked to his wrist as he offered. You denied, hesitated, but when you bit down he hissed trying to ignore the moan that wanted to leave his body as he felt your emotions and his blend together. You pulled from him holding your head as he frowned confused by these feelings. You were a terrified thing, you didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t blame your fear, but you’d have to settle eventually. A week past and you didn’t leave the bed, he swore you would grow some mushrooms if you didn’t move. He caught you moving when nobody was there, you’d get changed, read a book before continuing lying in the bed facing the wall. He didn’t watch you get changed, it was a relief though you didn’t stay in the same clothes and moved your muscles. When he heard water running he got curious asking who it was only to receive no answer and he knew. The water had stopped and suddenly leaving. He pulled the curtain back making you jump and grip your towel as the water left the bath. You were terrified of him more so than the others, he brought this upon you, he didn’t blame you, it hurt though for some reason, but he kept his stern unbothered act up. One thing was certain you needed a bath, you had dirt and dust on you, you were starting to smell dead too. He took it upon himself to run the bath again and poured in some scented oil. You’d darted out though going to the wardrobe, he cursed, stubborn thing you were. He picked you up, you wouldn’t take of yourself, he’d force you to. You didn’t move and the fear tasted sour on his tongue as you spoke softly to let you go. Your voice and trembling made him stop outside the bath as he let you to your feet and left you.

You finished your bath and felt clean for once. You got dressed in fresh clothes and drained the bath. You brushed your hair and went to the bookshelf. You grabbed a random one and sat on the bed sighing. You wanted to sleep, however vampires slept. Your emotions were haywire, some weren’t yours, it was hard to explain, like you were feeling someone else’s emotions as well as yours.

#astarion x reader #astarion bg3 #x reader #vampires #Cazador

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blackberrysummerblog · 2 years ago

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I’ve been SO excited to post today, because just LOOK! ☝️☝️☝️☝️Look at the absolutely gorgeous banner the amazing @larkral has made for me! I feel so legit and I’m just beside myself!

Naturally I had to make sure I wrote something to post so I could show it off, and I’m really happy with this crucible AU bit I have of Baz introducing Simon to his siblings for the first time. Hope y’all like it! Except and tags under the cut 😊:

“BAZ!!” A chorus of young voices takes up his name and I dare a peek inside the nursery. Baz is being swarmed, but he doesn’t seem overly concerned by it. Two girls who might be twins are trying to climb his legs, while a slightly older girl—nine? Ten?—pushes a fat screaming toddler into his arms. They all look exactly like Daphne, with dark brown hair and little Billie Piper mouths that barely close over their teeth. None of them has a widow’s peak like Baz’s, even though I think he got that from his father. Baz bumps his nose against the baby’s, still smiling, and leans over to the side to scoop one of the twins up onto his hip. This is...not what I expected. He doesn’t seem like the sort to be good with children, but he doesn’t even wince as two pairs of sticky hands slap across his cheeks and tangle in his hair.

“Snow, get in here with those biscuits,” he gasps, laughing. “They’re going to devour me, elsewise.”

“Biscuits!!” The older girl and the twin still on the floor pound toward me, and the two in Baz’s arms twist around until he puts the girl down. He carries the baby toward me as the others flatten me against the wall beside the door, quick hands snatching biscuits from the plate. They’d have a fair shot in the care homes, they would.

Baz’s eyes are gleaming wickedly as he takes in my alarm; he makes a sharp whistling sound that, improbably, causes the lot of his wild siblings to fall in line and stand up straight, even as they shove the last of the crumbling biscuits into their faces.

“Snow, this mob of ill-mannered monsters are my siblings.” He taps them on the head one by one. “Mordelia, Sophronia, Petra, and this fellow here is Swithin. Girls, did you not save him a biscuit?” The one he’d called Petra looks abashed and offers up a sad half-chewed biscuit that little Swithin snatches up eagerly nonetheless. Baz rolls his eyes. “Hellspawn, this unkempt gentleman is Simon Snow, my new husband. Say hello, politely.”

His impressive control over them evaporates immediately; I’m assaulted once more by greedy hands pulling at my shirt and vying for my attention, as if I could focus it anywhere else. “Basil! You didn’t tell us you got bonded at the Crucible ceremony!” the oldest girl yells.

Baz wipes at his brother’s mouth, looking bored. “Haven’t been back but a minute, have I, Mordelia? Snake’s sake, Sophie, stop yanking at him; he’s disheveled enough as it is.”

Wait a second. Unkempt? Disheveled? “Excuse you,” I begin, when suddenly a loud, gonging sound resonates through the house, drowning me out. “Doorbell?” I sputter as the girls abandon me to run squealing from the room.

Baz shakes his head sardonically. “Dinner bell, Snow. I’m sure soon enough it’ll have you drooling in response like Pavlov’s dog.”

I scowl. “Screw you. Just because I have a healthy appetite—”

“Packs of wild hyenas have healthy appetites, Snow, and better table manners to boot.”

Have an amazing Sunday, everyone!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Posting this early for once means I get to load up on tagging folks! I tag @larkral of course, and also: @alleycat0306 @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @palimpsessed @mostlymaudlin @onepintobean @fatalfangirl @facewithoutheart @bazzybelle @orange-peony @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @c0nsumemy5oul @papierhaikuphoto @basiltonbutliketheherb @letraspal @stardustasincocaine @captain-aralias @valeffelees @thewholelemon @fucking-gay-frogs @whogaveyoupermission @shutup-andletme-go @rimeswithpurple @imagineacoolusername @asocialpessimist @takenabackbytuesdays @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @stitchyqueer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @supercutedinosaurs @confused-bi-queer @sailorblossoms @raenestee aceumbrellaheroes @martsonmars @bookish-bogwitch @shrekgogurt @erzbethluna @aristocratic-otter @ebbpettier @hushed-chorus @thehoneyedhufflepuff and anybody else who wants to share! ❤️

#new banner!!!#😭😭😭#six sentence sunday #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #crucible marriage au #crucible au

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dragonbma · 1 year ago

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Achievement unlocked: “Who tf are you??”

[Possible eyestrain in alt image:]

[Real footage of Romeo possessing Vos while the group looks for the structure block 2023 not-really-colorized.]

Sorry for the late night post. I got a little carried away with this sketch and lost track of time-

—TW: Possession / body snatching

Anyways… more for the “first encounter:” [Romeo’s perspective:] Jesse and the group have successfully made it past the puzzle room, freeing Vos in the process. Romeo is quietly observing them in spectator mode. Finding worthy champions after so long is such a refreshing sight to behold! Eager to interact with Jesse directly, Romeo gets the idea to possess someone in the group to better understand his possible champion(s). (He hopes Jesse has what it takes after witnessing what became of the Witherstorm.) Looking over the small group, he decides that Vos would be the best choice for multiple reasons. 1) In his mind, Vos owes him for sparing his life in the temple during their first conversation. 2) Logically, it would be best to pretend to be someone the group knows the least (minus Jack). If he accidentally says/does something Vos wouldn’t do, no one would know otherwise. 3) Vos is not only “expendable”, but has proven to be an unworthy champion (not in terms of skill, but by choice). Content with his decision, Romeo waits until the group is thoroughly distracted to make his move. As Nurm translates the runes in the final chamber of the temple, Romeo exits spectator mode and sneakily slips into his new vessel.

[Vos’ perspective:] Amazed Nurm is able to read the ancient runes, Vos listens in awe. He had been reluctant at first to enter any new rooms of the temple, but Jesse and Petra were able to convince him by explaining the dire circumstances. Plus, having Jack by his side again was comforting so he continued on. All of the sudden a piercing chill grips him and it felt as if his body were going numb. Did Nurm accidentally recite something he wasn’t supposed to? Nothing spoken thus far indicated any kind of curse. Worried, he tries to ask Jack if he noticed anything weird, but finds himself unable to look his friend’s way. “Jack?” Strange. He can’t seem to open his mouth to speak either. Everything he tries to say seems to be just in his mind. Can Jack hear this? “JACK! JACK??” No response… Is anyone else experiencing this? Though unable to look around, he can hear Nurm still reading and can see Petra excitedly staring at the runes in his current field of vision. “Jack, what’s going on??” Still no answer. Something was definitely wrong-

“Hush up now, you!” Someone else was talking, but not someone he recognized? Suddenly he felt himself walking forwards. Did he do that?

“Hello? Who- who are you?”

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm vos #mcsm au #vos possession au #bermuda brainrot hours #scriptscratches #i really need a new tag for doodles and sketches but i am lazy #p.s. it’s late and I’m giving myself psychic damage writing this

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peachymilkandcream · 1 year ago

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How about them attending a dinner party and Levi keeps fingering her under the table?

Levi x Evelyn -> Keep Quiet

(A/N: Aside from fucking with Petra, humiliating Evelyn is my next favourite thing, part of me is tempted to do something where Evelyn is fucked publicly but that's probably just my demons :P)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc

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For someone who absolutely hated being late, Levi always insisted on making her late. He had "accidentally" not told her about a very important dinner party with all upper rank officers. She had only found out as he cleaned up the creampie he had given her just a few moments ago. Now she was rushing around like a mad woman trying to find just one clean pair of panties. Levi had made it a habit of either ripping or cleaning off with them and now she couldn't find any. As she picked up the last clean pair she could find Levi snatched them from her hands and put them safely in his jacket pocket, of course he was already dressed and ready to go. The smirk ever present on his face.

"Levi I need those I don't have any others."

"You won't be needing these, don't worry."

"So help me Levi if you do this again-"

"Or what?" He cut her off. "What are you going to do? Got something to say? Speak up."

The words die on her tongue, now is not the time to risk his wrath.

"That's what I thought, now get dressed." He shoves a forest green dress against her chest and waits for her to get dressed.

With no other choice she does as he says, noting the real reason he wanted her bare when he lifted up her skirt three times.

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By some genius and diabolical plotting on Levi's part, they make it only five minutes late. Embarrassingly though Levi's answers as to why don't hide the reality of what kept them from being on time. Thankfully everyone else was wearing rouge so the blush on her cheeks wasn't out of place.

"I told you we'd be late." She whispers in his ear.

"Of course not. I just made sure to miss all the annoying small talk before dinner was served." As if on cue their hosts motions for everyone to take their seats. "See?" What she wouldn't give to slap the grin off his face.

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The start of the meal went off without a hitch, Levi seemed to be in a relatively good mood and from what she could tell she hadn't slipped up and found herself out of his good graces. His hand hadn't left her thigh, so either no one had noticed or just chose to ignore it, not willing to risk Levi's wrath. It was uncomfortable and made her self-conscious, but what was she to do? Best to let him be, although the heat from her core wasn't helping the situation at all.

"Mrs. Ackerman, it's so nice to see you around more these days, it seemed like Captain Ackerman had you locked away for so long."

Evelyn opens her mouth to answer but all that comes out is a gasp and a twitch when Levi suddenly runs his finger over her clit.

"Are you alright Mrs. Ackerman? What's wrong?"

Levi gives her a fake concerned look. "What's wrong sweetheart?"

She sees the warning in his eyes, as well as the arrogance, challenging her to call him out. "Nothing, I just brushed my foot against Levi's and it startled me."

Levi seemed satisfied with the answer, rewarding her with a finger rubbing up and down her folds.

"Oh I see, it's nice to see young couples so in love with each other."

She tries to slap his hand away but his grip is iron. "Yes it is-" She pauses to hold in the heavy breathing caused by him rubbing circles in her poor puffy clit, her legs twitching ever so slightly. "And I can just say that Levi and I were just adjusting to married life."

The speaker seems satisfied with the answer and turns to speak with someone else, giving Levi an opening to lean down and whisper in her ear.

"Nicely done. No one would know how wet you are."

"Stop it Levi we're in public."

"Do you think that will stop me? Now be a good girl and stay quiet or I'll push you onto this table and fuck you in front of everyone."

"You wouldn't-"

He raises a brow. "You could very easily find out." His finger plunges into her entrance, making her toes curl as it twists and thrusts into her.

"It's not funny Levi-"

"Then keep quiet. You might think I'm bluffing but I can and will throw you onto this table on all fours like a dog and breed you in front of the entire general staff."

A small part of her heated up at the thought, giving his finger the tiniest of clenches. Whether he noticed or not he didn't say.

"So Mrs. Ackerman." A woman asked, a bit of mocking in her voice, one of the ladies who was not impressed with handsome young Levi being snatched up by a nobody like her. "When will we get the announcement of the next little Ackerman? Or are you one of those women who doesn't want to ruin her body?"

For once Evelyn was grateful for Levi, his movements distracting her from the anger bubbling up. "We're trying for one now if you must know-" Her jaw clamped shut quickly after, as a second finger entered her, scissoring and thrusting into her wet cunt.

Even with just his fingers he was reducing her to a puddle of messy pleasure, if he didn't stop she would cum in front of everyone, and that she couldn't hide. Her dress was a furnace to the heat inside her, she was getting close, so close, she could feel herself almost at the edge.

Somehow, Levi found mercy within him and stopped before she could climax. Removing his fingers completely and wiping them on the napkin. Mischief glinted in his eyes, following by the hint of a wink.

"Good girl." Was all he said as he resumed his meal.

Evelyn's body went weak with relief, able to continue mingling as best she could. Until she felt his hand snake back up her thigh, and she knew she had a long night ahead of her.

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #shingeki no kyojin #levi x reader #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #oneshot requests

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dreamingon-forever · 2 years ago

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Black Tea is Fine Ch.9

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44651227/chapters/112440589

Preview: "Hey Hans, sending a quick message to inform you I got the item you wanted. Come pick it up whenever you're free. And remember you have to tell me about this cute guy you-" But he never got to finish reading the message as a shriek filled the air, a frantic Hange hovering over him and snatching the device from out of his hands, barely missing the untouched cup of hot tea she left on the table. The woman shakily scanned over the rest of the message before pocketing her phone, trying hard to ignore the red blush rising on her neck.

The school's spring sessions had seamlessly transitioned to summer, just as quickly as the cool breeze and blossoming start of the year shifted into warm days that enticed students to spend their time outdoors instead of being cooped up within the school walls. And within that time, just as similarly, had the dynamic between Levi and Hange's friendship. The man had slowly softened and warmed up to the crazy eccentric chemist, letting her into his exclusive little bubble of people he considered tolerable, much to the shock of both his best friends. And although Furlan took a bit longer to warm up to Hange, Isabel became ecstatic about their friendship as Hange continuously indulged her with cavity filled sweets, much to the displeasure of the shorter man. The initial hostility he held towards Hange had ebbed away like water droplets evaporating during a warm summer day, and along the way he'd eventually learned to accept and adjust to the same quirks that had driven him mad when they had first met. Instead finding ways to deal with them in his own begrudging and fitting way (many of said methods including some sort of forced form of shower and physically tearing her away from her research so she didn't shrivel away at her desk like a moth). By all means the scientist's quirks and eccentricity still elicited an annoyed 'tch' that was specially reserved for her from time to time, but having spent so much time working with the woman he'd eventually accepted that it would be easier to deal with her that way than force her to change.

During the same time, he'd opened up more to his other coworkers at Paradis High as well, and even managed to acquaint himself with a group he didn't completely find revolting and could call them somewhat more than just coworkers. And although he vocally complained every time he was invited out for a group drinking night or meet up at someone's place, he allowed himself to be dragged without much complain by Hange, Mike, or Erwin. Nanaba would jokingly tease him for his grumpy mood but was always glad at seeing him join them as well. The woman even went on to add him to their group chat and rename their group to the 'Survey Corps' as a running joke that they, as seasoned teachers paved the way for Paradis High students' knowledge and expansion beyond the concrete walls of the school. He thought it was absolutely cheesy but the others seem to get a giggle out of it. To his surprise, he even got friendly enough to the group to actually have their numbers and contacts saved on his phone- saving him the potential of embarrassing himself if he had to contact any of them through Hange's number if he ever came across needing them. And despite his denial, he saved the photo Nanaba had taken of the group during their first outing together, even with that death glare he threw at the camera.

Similarly to Levi; Oluo, Petra, Eld, and Gunther all were newer staff additions as well, only having had started a few months to a year prior to when Levi joined. At first they held back from approaching him, not sure how much of the rumours floating around were true regarding the man. But after having saved them from an incident involving a clip of Oluo comparing Shadis to an animated googly-eyed potato taken by his friends and accidentally sent to the principal's email, they had learned that the man was not the murderous and cold-blooded man rumours depicted him to be. They had been lucky the janitor had passed by the bawling and bloodied mess that was Oluo who'd bit his tongue in fear of being reprimanded that day, and had granted them access to the principal's office to delete said email before Shadis had a chance to see it. Although no one wanted to nor dared question how the raven-haired man managed to easily hack into the security system, letting it become a mystery they were happy to ignore and pretend didn't exist. But because of the incident, Oluo had somewhat started idolizing Levi to the extend he started picking up his mannerisms and way of dressing- much to the displeasure of his pals and specially Petra.

"What do you think you're doing copying Levi, Oluo?! You're not as cool to pull it off!" She'd exclaim in frustration. And Hange couldn't help but tease him about it every time Oluo sneaked up to him whenever he was spotted. But from the incident the five eventually grew a bond between each other, which Hange dubbed the 'Levi Squad' as they all seemed to follow him like some sort of war hero.

And most shocking of all, even the students that held judgmental views towards him from the start started loosening up around him, some even chatting him up along the halls before going to their respective classes. Most being from Mikasa's friend group who seemingly had taken an interest in him because of the high praises Jaeger gave him, swearing on his life that he had saved his life. He did miss the days when he could get a fleet of students out of his way by just glancing at their direction, but it was also a nice change of pace to not have constant rumours spread about him. Specially ones that brought back memories he tried to disconnect from.

And as Levi had come to realize, all of this had started from the encouraged and semi-forced socializing that Hange had prodded onto him, which as she'd stated, was her own way to get even for all the forced showers he made her get. And as much as he hated to admit, he actually started liking working at Paradis High because of these newly formed bonds, it made him feel as if for once in his life, he actually belonged somewhere. That he was accepted and not looked down as some piece of scum from the poorest and most disliked part of the city. For once he didn't feel as if he was a havoc of grime ready to infest anyone who dared get close to him. Because up to recent, he could just imagine the invisible grime covering him, oozing and ready to repel anyone away, bringing misfortune to anyone that even attempted to be near him. The stupid grime that only he could see but was constantly reminded of every time he let down his guard. And to think this all started from one cup of black tea he had begrudgingly accepted back at the start of the year.

Despite the many friendships he'd harbored during the last five months, Levi and Hange seemed to spend most of their time together apart from the group. He had become Hange's favourite person to turn to when she found something interesting about her research, even taking up the spot on her speed dial from all the 3am calls she gave him when she had an eureka moment. And he just allowed her to blabber away as he silently worked away on some cleaning or got lulled into a nice slumber as he listened. Outside of their work they constantly stayed over at each other's places and ventured on random detours to antique bookstores, questionably licensed pet stores, random tea shops they've found, and cleaning supply stores whenever they had some free time, much to the amusement of Erwin and Mike as they pondered over how abnormal the two were for finding these places of interest. Only to come to the conclusion that only they would tolerate each other's unique quirks.

The infamous chemistry room had become their little safe place away from the rest of the school whenever they needed a breather from the chaos that came from working at a high school, and hosted the continuation of their countless tea filled afternoons, allowing them the perfect pockets of time to get to know each other on a personal level. Where through sips and shared cups of different teas they slowly revealed piece by piece the story of each other's pasts; allowing them to get a better picture of the person that lay behind their outward persona. And during the many sessions they spent together, piece by piece, Levi told her about growing in the filthiest and most crime ridden city within Sheena, one so hated it was dubbed the 'Underworld'. He told her of his mother who he loves dearly and understood that out of desperation to raise him and feed him had resorted to selling herself. And in return had attained sexually transmitted infections that both of them just couldn't afford to cure. Which became reason as to why she'd distanced herself from him so she didn't burden him with constantly having to come face-to-face with her weakening state, or to even make him stress about hospital bills. He told her about his youth in which he resorted to stealing from the rich in the community, and ended up befriending Furlan and Isabel, two orphaned kids that had helped him escape one of his unfortunately unsuccessful heists. He even told her of some of the regretful crimes he'd done and how much it still haunted him to this day, despite understanding he was just simply trying to live and depended on his survival instincts to get by.

During one particularly rainy day that reminded him of the fateful day his life changed, he told her of the day a young police officer had found him and Furlan fending off a group of traffickers that were going after Isabel- a group that the inspector had been searching for months. That had been the day he met Erwin Smith. It was also the day someone finally had reached out with good intentions and tried to save him from the world he never asked to be born into. From then on Erwin had done everything in his power to get Isabel and Furlan out of the system and decided to adopt them, taking in Levi as well since his mom wasn't well enough to take care of him. Although Erwin did his best to send part of his paycheck to help her medication whenever he could. At the age of 24 he had also pulled enough strings to help enroll the three teenage friends into one of the best schools within the Ehrmich district, where very soon they found themselves isolated and picked on for their background. But that only made them more motivated to prove them wrong, ending with the three of them graduating with some of the highest grades in their year. And despite all he's done for Levi in his lifetime, he still helped him once more with getting him the job as janitor at Paradis High.

"So that's why you're so loyal to Erwin." Hange had said with fascination as the man finalized his story. A glimmer of newfound appreciation and respect for the blond man swirling in her brown eyes. "No wonder you were so close to him from the start! And here I thought you had become instant best friends with him." At her words, a bright smile took over her face as an idea crossed her mind. "Does that mean that I get the title and honour of being Levi Ackerman's first friend at Paradis High then?" She asked, only to get a shove in return from the man next to her, eliciting a laugh to fall from her lips as she tried to steady herself before toppling off her high chair.

"Say... you never told me why you started working here. Of course, your obsession with cleaning and shouting at kids seem all to fall under the perfect work conditions for you, and it's not like we're not happy having you here, shorty, but you mentioned that Erwin helped you get this position so it doesn't seem like the first option you had in mind." Hange said as she stirred her tea, trying to let it cool down a bit before taking a sip.

Levi took his time as he watched the gentle wisps of heat evaporate from his cup, his hands holding onto the rim of the cup in the only way she'd ever seen anyone do. For a moment, time seemed to have stilled, no one moving or uttering a word as Levi continued looking into his cup, wordlessly. Hang was debating whether to change the subject when the man's voice finally spoke up.

"I needed the money... Mom needs the money." He mumbled softly, his words so gentle they almost mixed and flew away alongside the vapor.

At seeing his vulnerability, one so unknown to her, she started feeling bad for bringing up such a topic. She should have guessed it would be a sensible subject, but it had somehow slipped her mind from the excitement of getting to know his past. She should've been more careful. But before she could dwell too much in self blame, the man flicked at her forehead, bringing her attention onto his grey eyes. "Don't. You look like the biggest shit is stuck up your ass when you think like that." He said. And she couldn't help smile at his terrible way of making her feel better. It was their thing, the poop talks, one that others found absolutely appalling, but made complete sense to them both.

It was one of the many reasons she starting catching feelings towards him.

Your mom must be a wonderful woman to have given birth to such a kind son. I would love to meet her someday. Hange found herself thinking, as she watched the man in front of her with a smile, her eyes tracing the way the summer sun glimmered against his pale skin. Taking notice of the man's gaze shifting towards hers, she cleared her throat. She'd rather die than be caught ogling her best friend.

"Have I shown you the newest picture my sister sent me of Gabi?" Hange changed the subject, scrolling through her messages before landing on a photo attachment, opening it up to show it to the man, a fond smile on her face.

"Brat's getting bigger." He said with a tch as his eyes scanned the way the girl stood tall and proud next to a cannon. "She finally got to visit that war memorial she wanted to see?" He asked as he took a sip of tea. Hange let out a knowing chuckle. "Yes, she'd begged my sister for the last three months and finally drove her up the wall with her whines. I'm guessing the added stress from the incoming baby hadn't helped her either." She said as she looked at the photo for a second longer before placing the phone down on the table. Despite her not getting along with her mother, Hange had always had a soft spot for her younger sister, and her affection only grew in magnitude with her niece. Levi could easily tell from her stories and her fondness over the girl that they got along like real mother and child, their ponytailed mess of brown hair, their inquisitive brown eyes, their determination that only frustrates those around them, and even their weird obsessions seem to align with each other. And despite Levi having gotten to know Hange's life story, she never opened up to him about his mother's wish for her to get married- and even more, of her actual deep seeded desire to do so, but fear of falling into the same fate as her biological father held her down from dipping her toes into the far fetched idea. It had crossed Levi's mind once or twice why she'd never settled down yet. She was in her thirties and seemed to love children, and from the way her students saw her, they loved her just as much. Of course, he could see blatantly see her flaws and quirks, he wasn't blind for goodness sakes. But he could see she was a talented woman capable of loving and caring for others unconditionally with the big heart she had. Whatever man got to marry her would be extremely lucky.

With a stretch of her arms over her head and a groan, the woman sat up, walking towards her desk. "Want some cookies? Some girl scouts were selling them and I just couldn't say no to them. But um... I might have ended up buying more than intended." She said as she sheepishly went behind her desk and held up three bags full of sweets.

"Four-eyes, you truly are the most gullible person in the world. How did you get robbed off by a bunch of ten year old brats into buying the whole truck-load of cookies?" Levi grunted as he stared in disbelief at the pile of sweets. Before the woman could defend herself, her phone dinged, drawing both their eyes to the middle of the table where her screen lit up with a new message.

"Who's it from?" The woman asked as she started picking through the bags to find the one package that called to her. With a roll of his eyes, Levi pulled the brunette's phone towards him, his fingers lazily typing in her password (his own birthday because she reasoned that statistically speaking no one would put Christmas as their password) before scanning her notification bar. Taking quick notice of the background picture displaying both her pet leeches. Absolutely disgusting.

"From your sister." He called out, getting a hum of acknowledgement from the brunette. "Must be another message about Gabi then."

"Hey Hans, sending a quick message to inform you I got the item you wanted. Come pick it up whenever you're free. And remember you have to tell me about this cute guy you-" But he never got to finish reading the message as a shriek filled the air, a frantic Hange hovering over him and snatching the device from out of his hands, barely missing the untouched cup of hot tea she left on the table. The woman shakily scanned over the rest of the message before pocketing her phone, trying hard to ignore the red blush rising on her neck.

She didn't dare look at Levi's expression, scared of seeing if he'd read the rest of the words as well. Just that thought alone was mortifying enough to think about, but if he managed to put two and two together that he was the one they were talking about, she was ready to become feed to her beloved pets. Quickly clearing her throat, she shoved a bag full of cookies at Levi. "Here, for Isabel." She said in a mumbled hurry trying to shift the awkwardness into calmer waters, all the while ignoring the ringing of her phone in her pocket. But the silence that followed only seemed to amplify the vibrating machine and the obnoxious sound of her ringtone- the sounds of raptors from Jurassic World, which she hilariously tried to explain once were actually recorded sounds of two turtles mating.

Levi raised a brow but didn't comment on the woman's odd behaviour, instead taking a final sip of his tea. "I think I should get to checking on Jaeger. Can't trust the brat to get things done properly." Levi said as he stood up, stacking up his stool as he headed for the door. A blank and unreadable look on his face. He paused for a second at the doorway as he outstretched his hand back out to the blushing brunette, gesturing towards the bag of sweets. "I'll pass these along. Although if Isabel ends up needing a kidney transplant I'm taking yours in exchange." He drawled out before taking the bag out of Hange's hands, all the while avoiding looking the woman in the face.

"Answer your goddamn phone, shitty-eyes." He grumbled before closing the door behind him.

As he walked down the hallways, he couldn't help a blush from dusting his cheeks as well, although his was way more subtle than the one the woman sported. Get over it Ackerman, it's just a stupid crush. He told himself as he shook at his perfectly styled hair in frustration. He was praying to whatever God was out there that he hadn't made it obvious to the bespectacled woman that he'd read through the whole message, or that he had already interpreted from the words that he was the one at the end of their conversation. Despite his awareness of how close he'd gotten to Hange, as well of the way his heart beat faster at being in close proximity with the woman, and of the longing in his eyes whenever he caught sight of her, he'd made it clear to himself early on when he found out his feelings that he wouldn't pursue anything with her. He wasn't willing to risk everything and throw away the one relationship he had grown so fond of just because of a stupid crush. He knew that rationally it would only complicate things and the possibility of losing her for even entertaining such a selfish thought was not worth it in his eyes. He really did care deeply for her, even if his gruff attitude and lack of dotting words didn't portray his true feelings. But it was because he cared so much for her that he didn't see it fair to her to try to start something with her. He was just a boy from the Underground, what could he possibly give her that she didn't already achieve on her own?

Before he could entertain his thoughts further, he caught sight of a familiar boy who sported a similarly absentminded look on his face. This at least was enough to shift his attention away from the woman for a second.

"Oi, you call that cleaning? That window looks worse than before you started, Jaeger." Levi's voice droned over to the dazed out high schooler. "You trying to make a stained glass instillation?" At his words, Eren looked up at the window he'd aimlessly been scrubbing at the last ten minutes, only now realizing that he'd been wiping away at it with a tablecloth he'd used to wipe at a paint spill in the art room earlier. The brunet's green eyes widening in realization and surprise at the streaks of red smearing the window panels.

"Levi, sir! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to create a mess!" He sputtered out as he fumbled with the supply cart searching for the proper supplies. Levi watched him with a bored manner as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his shoulder, assessing the boy in silence. He knew that Jaeger was clumsy, but this was beyond his typical fumbles.

"Spill it brat, what's got you all constipated and wasting my good cleaning supplies?" He asked inquisitively, taking track of the crossed brows on the boys' forehead indicating his distress. For a moment he thought he was ignoring him and was about to ask again when the boy finally let out a sigh, turning to look at the man he considered his mentor.

"My stepbrother... he found out about the cigarettes and fire incident when Mikasa brought up the incident a few days ago. I wasn't aware he'd be home so early that day, so he overheard the whole thing." Eren gave a sigh as he started spraying cleaning solution onto the windows. "Ms. Zoe had done everything she could to keep it a secret from my parents, but seems like it's all going to go to waste if my brother decides to tell them instead."

Levi watched the discouraged kid as he wiped at the window, leaving behind even bigger smears of paint as the solution mixed with the paint and slushed downwards through multiple droplets of red in a way that the janitor could only describe as driplings of blood. Levi had to actually bite down on his tongue to stop himself from cursing at the boy- although he couldn't possibly fight back the grimace that took over his facial expression. "I'm taking you're not on best terms with your brother?" He voiced out through gritted teeth.

Eren let out a shrug. "Never got along with him. Mom and I found out that dad had another family and never informed either one us of it. We only figured it out when Zeke showed up to our doorstep one day to confront father. He's not necessarily fond of me as I am of him. Unfortunately, in an effort to keep both of his families, dad and our mothers have agreed on letting Zeke come stay with us from time to time so we can bond together. Stupidest arrangement I've ever heard in my life..." He muttered darkly, putting a bit too much effort into his wiping and causing the window panel to sway slightly from the force. "That bastard was the one who brought this stupid arrangement to be. If he hadn't brought this up to our attention then mother wouldn't be heartbroken and our family would still be happy." He spat out.

Levi allowed the boy a minute of silence and solitude to cool down as he picked up his own supplies and started cleaning the window next to his. "Would you really have been happier being kept in the dark about your father's other family? Wouldn't it have been shittier if your stepbrother had kept it from you?" He finally asked as he finished his section.

Eren froze for a second before slowly shaking his head. "I'd rather have been ignorant of it. Now I can't look dad in the eyes anymore. I think that knowing too much can actually hurt more." He mumbled quietly as his hands stilled over the newly cleaned window. Levi studied the boy quietly and came to the realization that Eren was indeed relying on him in a way that a kid would a mentor. Maybe shitty-glasses had been right after all.

"You think your brother will give your ass up to your parents?" Levi gruffly asked as he shoved the kid to the side, redoing the panel he'd been working on. "I... I don't know. He was never super hostile to me, but I don't see why he wouldn't use this opportunity to try and pull one up on me." He muttered with honesty. "But... I don't want mom to think she'd raised the wrong child out of us... she's deserving of more than that."

At the sight of the disarmed boy next to him, Levi couldn't help but think of his own mother, and to what extends he'd gone through to protect her from his wrongdoings as well. And the similarities he saw of himself in Eren reflected back at him once more. Turning away from the boy, Levi let out a tch. "You've done a shitty job today. Go and rest up so you don't create extra work for me next time." He muttered, roughly taking the cleaning supplies out of the boy's hands, trying to ignore the surprised look the boy gave him.

"Are you not going? Should I make you clean the urinals instead?" He asked, but they both knew his words were void of any real threat. With a grateful smile, Eren bowed down to the man before heading down the hallway. But not before he froze and turned to the man once more, a blush and a sheepish look on his face. "Say, um... do you happen to know how Mikasa and Jean are doing? You know, just worried about horse-face and his ego, and Mikasa being my childhood friend, and Armin not tell-"

"Kid, do I look like a fucking messenger to you? Fucking ask her if you're so bothered." Levi deadpanned. And with that note, Eren turned once more and left the halls.

"Brats." He muttered.

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What Levi had not expected that day as he walked up to his apartment was for a familiar and rather drunk man to stand by his door. A rather obnoxious sleezy smile grazing his lips, the uninvited guest tipped his cowboy hat back to look down at the owner of the house when he caught sight of Levi's signature undercut.

"Ah, Levi, you finally decided to show up, huh?" Kenny chuckled as he pointed a hand holding a half empty liquor bottle at his nephew. "My, my, you haven't grown at all since the last time we met. Come here, give your uncle a welcoming hug." The older man chuckled as he opened his arms wide, waiting for the stunned man to come towards him like an obedient puppy.

Levi felt his blood freeze, his eyes widening in shock and confusion as his mouth fell agape, rendering him completely unable to utter a word. All stemming from the surprise at seeing his uncle for the first time in God knows how long. What was that bastard doing at his home? Why now of all times? Could it actually be him? For all he knew it could be a complete stranger pretending to be his uncle, he hasn't seen his face in so long he actually thought it could be possible. But just as quickly, his piercing grey eyes morphed into thin slits as the initial shock got overridden by the anger and resentment he held for the man.

"What are you doing here, Kenny?" He hissed as he swatted away the outstretched hands of the older Ackerman. And to his added annoyance, the drunkard only took another swing from his bottle before letting out a boisterous laughter. One that was bound to get complains from his neighbours.

"Can't an uncle drop by to his his favourite nephew?" He asked innocently, looking at the other man from over the bottle he went back to shugging from.

"Only if that said uncle decided to stay in their nephew's life and didn't disappear without a word for over 20 years." Levi hissed with all the pent up hate flowing freely through him now. Suddenly a flash of realization appeared in his eyes as he glanced at the door of his house with a panic. "What did you-"

"I didn't touch any of your precious friends. I made sure to come when they were both out." Kenny reassured Levi, allowing him one second of peace before the hatred returned in his eyes, grabbing the man forcibly by the collars and shoving him forcefully against the wall with hostility. "Great, now cut the crap and tell me what you're doing here? You got 20 seconds to explain yourself before that precious bottle of yours gets pushed up your ass as you crawl your way back to whatever hellhole you've been hiding in." Venom laced his words, his hands further pushing the man up the wall so his feet were slightly off from touching the ground.

A strained chuckle left the older man's lips as he looked down at the grey eyes that reminded him so much of his sister's. "I see you've kept up with the way I taught you to speak, little runt. It's so dirty compared to the good life you've built up for yourself in the city, boy." He chuckled, but only for a second as a wheeze replaced them as Levi's hold tightened onto his neck.

"10 seconds." He muttered darkly. And with a gulp, the easiness Kenny's expressions showed a few seconds ago disappeared, replaced with genuine fear. "A place to stay. I need somewhere to stay low until the police stop looking for me." He explained. At his words, the anger in Levi's eyes only intensified.

"No." Was all he said, barely above a whisper before he threw the man to the side, letting him go. "Get out, I don't want to see you standing by my house ever again." Levi said with finality, turning to open the door.

"Levi, c'mon! You can't throw your old man out like this! Remember I took you in and helped raise you when you were but a baby!" The man shouted, grabbing hold of the shorter man's leg.

"You took me in long enough to help me realize you're a bag load of shit, Kenny. And all you've left was a life filled with violence and a mother to take care of in the hands of an eight year old." Levi voiced out with malice, turning to glare at the man as he shook him off his leg. "Pieces of shit deserve to be left behind, right? That's what you told me, wasn't it?" And with a final shove, he turned the key in his hands and walked into the safety of his place. "Leave before I call security." He muttered before shutting the door behind him with a final bang.

For a moment all was still, only the rapid beating of his heart indicating time was passing by. He stood still against the door as he waited to hear the receding footsteps of his uncle. But despite his venom filled words, part of him hurt. Sure, he hated the man with his guts, and blamed him for his troubled past and his mother's worsening health, but it was also true that he had been part of his life at one point. He had taught him despite not being his actual son the necessary skills he needed to help provide for him and his mother when it was just the two of them. He had been his father figure at one point.

The sound of sirens passing by the building momentarily filled the air. Levi aware from knowing Kenny he wouldn't have left any evidence behind to lead the cops to his apartment, but still his fists clenched in worry as he struggled against the intrusive thought crossing his mind.

A soft chuckle filtered through the small gaps between his door. "Glad to see you're doing alright, runt. Make sure to keep those life lessons I've given you to use." Kenny's sleezy voice called out through the door, before some shuffling followed after him along with his fading footsteps.

And before he could slap himself and think things through, Levi swung open his apartment door, throwing the older Ackerman a shoe to the head to get his attention. "Get your ass in here, old man. I don't want the neighbours questioning why a dirty old bastard with a cowboy hat has been visiting me. I don't have the time or effort to answer to another cop investigation." He muttered, ignoring the surprised look his uncle gave him from across the corridor.

"Just remember, nothing comes free in life, everything has it's price. Your own words. So be ready for any favour I need to ask of you, piece of shit." Levi said.

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To say his day was shitty was an understatement. Having taken in Kenny had been a complete horror to live through, not to mention the looks of alarm and panic that crossed his best friends' faces when he explained to them about their momentary roommate. Of course, they'd never really come face-to-face with Kenny before, but they've heard of the tales of the so called "Kenny the Ripper", he was famous in the Underworld for a reason. And if Levi's skills had shown anything, then they could just imagine the kind of skills a famous perpetrator like Kenny had. Needless to say, his friends had slept with their eyes open and doors locked all through the night. The morning hadn't been better as they all awoke to the smell of cigarettes being exhaled through their apartment. In a fit of rage, Levi had taken the half-used package, soaked them in his lavender scented detergent- rendering them useless, before shoving them back into Kenny's hands. "Only thing allowed to be smoked in this house is food, otherwise you clean instead." He hissed as he threw the man a vacuum and air spray.

His mood didn't get any better when he'd gotten to school that morning. Already being called in to clean after a kid who'd obtained food poisoning from eating leftover they found in the cafeteria. Levi made sure to leave a very heartwarming message to Mikasa about her friend Sasha after that, thanking her for allowing her friend to puke all over the floors of the girls bathroom. How she had managed to miss the toilet for all of her vomiting fits was beyond him.

Things only got worse as the hours passed and he found himself having to clean after a rat infestation they found behind the school's gardening club shed. They'd apparently been eating away at their harvests to the point they were the size of cats. Shadis tried to reason with Levi that they would call an exterminator later that evening, but just thinking of how many of these creatures ran across the school grounds freely made him shutter. He wouldn't give himself the time to ponder if it was mating season for them as well, and of how many little monsters could possibly be scurrying around unnoticed.

Which was why by the time evening fell and the chatter and noise from students and staff had died down, he was in no mood to deal with Hange's hurricane of a mess of a room, or her boisterous voice that rung at him as he entered the room.

"Levi, Leviiiii! Guess what, Levi!" She started, eagerly jumping and surrounding him as she waved a wad of paper in front of his face, eliciting an annoyed tch from the man as he tried pushing them away from his face. Unbothered by his rude behaviour, she continued with a giddy smile. "I was doing my usual research when I came across this paper! And my goodness the research they've been conducting is beyond amazing! I've been reading it the whole morning to the point my students had to point out to me that class started! Haha, can you imagine?!" She shrilled louder, flipping energetically through her papers once more, her eyes gleaming with excitement. And usually Levi would relish in that happy face on her face, or even take a seat so that he could listen to her explain her newfound research. But his mood was soured and the state of her room only made things worse. Not to mention the added energy and loud voice she had at the moment only added to his strained nerves.

"Not now, Hange. I'm not in the mood." He grumbled as he pushed past the bespectacled woman, ignoring her stunned look as he went to her desk and started throwing away the pile of garbage that had accumulated over it. "Eh... but you never use my name." She said with a slight laugh, taking in the man's disgruntled look as he threw a questionably piece of paper covered in some brown substance. "Come on, Levi! Just a second, I've been dying to talk to you about it!" She pushed, walking towards the man and placing the papers in his sight once more, only for him to once again swat it away, this time with slightly more force, shocking the woman.

"Fucking hell, shitty-glasses... look at this mess... Who would stand living their lives with you like this? Does it ever cross your mind to keep your area tidy instead of inconveniencing others to clean after your mess?" Levi hissed in frustration at the endless amounts of take out containers he found on her table.

Hange's smile slowly dropped at his words, the paper she had been so excited about drooping unforgotten to the side as a lump formed in her throat. Ah, there was that comment she always feared to hear directed at her. In that moment, Levi had solidified all the fears and worries she'd had about thinking of starting a relationship with anyone. Of being seen as a hassle, of being so preoccupied with her work she tuned out the world, of making the person she devoted her heart to clean after her, baby her, and for them finally having had enough of her antics and lack of self care to the point they would abandon her. Just like her dad.

Hearing those words would have hurt regardless of who uttered them to her, they were the ones that inflicted wounds into her heart since she was young after all. But it was the fact that it had been Levi, the one person she thought would be accepting of who she was, that uttered those words so carelessly towards her that made the whole ordeal much more heartbreaking.

He was, after all, the man she had started falling for.

Levi turned around, ready to yell at her to help clean when he caught the somber and shaken look on her face. "Four-eyes?" He hesitantly asked, his hands slowly dropping the items he was holding to, ready to walk towards the woman and check on her. Slowly she blinked back at him, not having registered him for the last few seconds as she battled with her inner dialogue. Eventually an automatic smile plastered its way back on her face, covering up the deep seeded sorrow her heart was pulsating through her veins. "Sorry, yeah, I'll get to it! You take this side and I'll take this one." She said in a bright tone, quickly shuffling to the other side of the room without giving him much as a look.

Levi froze in his spot, wondering what had caused the sudden change in Hange's attitude. He admittedly had been a bit rough with her just now, but they've been through worst jabs and confrontations with each other before that he didn't think his words could've hurt her to this point. And for a brief moment, his anger and tiredness from the last two days had faded and been replaced with concern towards the bespectacled woman. But his pride and his lack of experience in comforting others stopped him from reaching out, instead turning back to the cleaning work at hand. In his mind hoping he could make up for it later.

His eyes wandered over to the clock above the board and noticed the time for the first time since he'd walked in. He'd been late without realizing it, having walked in well over an hour later than he usually did. His gaze silently turned towards the usual seats the two sat in at the front of the window, noticing two cups waiting on the table. One which was still full while the other was mostly empty.

His heart wrenched in his chest. She'd been waiting for him. No wonder she'd been so excited to showcase her research to him when he walked through the doors.

The two silently cleaned up for the next half hour, the whole time Levi throwing concerned glances over towards the woman, who seemingly ignored them all as she shuffled quietly through her side of the room. Just as they were about done, a knock penetrated through the door, bringing both their attentions to the newcomer.

"Hi, I'm looking for professor Hange Zoe?" An unfamiliar tall man with curly yellow hair and a face full of beard asked as he looked at the two occupants of the room.

Hange's momentary surprise shifted to a welcoming smile. "Hi, that'd be me! I'm Hange Zoe." She said in her usual chirper voice. And anyone would have thought she was fine with the way she sounded, but Levi having gotten to know every little detail about her, could still see the residual sadness in her eyes. "To whom do I have the honour of speaking with?" She asked as she walked towards the stranger, holding out her hand in a friendly greeting.

The man seemed transfixed for a second at the bright smile the woman gave him. With the clearing of his throat and quickly fixing the glasses on his face, he returned the same smile she gave him, taking her outstretched hand in his own as he shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you, I'm Zeke- Eren's brother."

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forever-once-gone · 5 months ago

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Day 5: When they want a romantic night, and instead you’re obsessing over a fictional character; jealousy jealousy <3

Part of the Love, Amour, Aur Pyaar drabble series for February! (lol)

Word count: 0.8k, 0.7k, 0.9k, 0.7k, 0.8k, 0.6k, 0.9k (respectively, for a total of ~5.8k) again, wayyyyy too long :(

Content and Warnings: soft yandere (though can be read as not yandere, for most of them), love, jealousy, SPOILERS FOR JJK AND SNK (though I think everyone knows about the current state of jujutsu kaisen and shingeki no kyojin finished ages ago now), insecurity, threats from Y/n, Hoseok's section gets spicy, mature 18+ content, baby talk in Hoseok's, grinding, gn reader for most of them except Hoseok's where reader is very vaguely implied to be afab, kissing, throwing pillows, implied cosplay sex (?) for Namjoon, lingerie in Namjoon's, isolation from loved ones, UNEDITED (I thought this day would be pretty tame, but with with this big paragraph, maybe it isn't?)

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Seokjin (ft. Levi Ackerman from snk):

“It isn’t fair, you know, the fact that he had to go through so much. He was humanity’s strongest but really he was just an abused boy who did the best he could. He deserved so much better. I mean, at least he didn’t die. God knows that Hajime Isayama loves to kill all his characters.”

Seokjin just gritted his teeth, keeping his eyes locked with the wall.

“But like, still, considering everything, if one person deserved a true happy ending it was him.” You waved around your hand like a professor emphasizing the point they were trying to make as the other flipped through the pages of the manga you’d been talking about for the past fifteen minutes.

“Like, at least most of the other characters from Paradis had somewhat normal childhoods. They had some sort of happy memories, but Levi never got to have that joy. Everything in his life, when he would begin to cherish them, would get snatched from him! Petra, Gunther, Eld, Oluo, Furlan, Isabel, Erwin—all taken from him!” You pouted as you gazed down at Levi’s bandaged face, your frown only deepening at the sight of his missing fingers.

In a hushed voice, you said, “if I were Isayama, I’d have given him the best ending possible.” Then you let out a sigh before moving on from the sad page of Levi’s injuries. “But then again, Isayama barely gives anyone a happy ending, so the fact that Levi even survives is a miracle,” you mumbled near the end.

Jin just hummed, refusing to give you any proper response.

Just how many times do you need to discuss Levi when he’s right there in front of you? Quite rude of you to be talking about some other man in his thirties when your boyfriend has been sitting beside you for the past twenty five minutes. This should be considered cheating right? Emotional cheating, as you gush over some other guy instead of your handsome boyfriend? Seokjin sure thought so.

“You know the manga has been done for years, right?” Seokjin couldn’t bother hiding his snippy tone crossing his arms across his chest. “Maybe it’s time you get over it, and focus on more important things.”

Your brows furrowed together, looking up at him for the first time since you brought down the small stack of manga volumes from your bookshelf. You were greeted with the sight of you boyfriend sitting at the absolute far end of the couch from you, arms crossed, back straight, as he glared a hole into the wall beside the tv. He refused to look at you, even though you were sure he could feel your gaze with how he momentarily shifted in his seat.

“What’s this ‘more important thing’ I should be focusing on instead of Levi?” you asked, as you shut the book and placed it with the others on the coffee table in front of you.

Seokjin just shrugged his shoulders. “Idk, maybe your handsome boyfriend who finally had some free time today? You know, maybe him?”

His lips were downturned again, as you moved to sit right beside him.

You tried to fight back your smile by pressing a finger to your chin as if you were thinking. “But Levi doesn’t have free time today?”

Jin turned towards you so quickly, you were afraid he’d pull a muscle.

You giggled at the affronted look he gave you, mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“I’m just kidding!” you defended yourself, trying to pull his arms from his chest but failing miserably. “I’m sorry, okay? My gorgeous boyfriend is you, and I shouldn't be talking about some fictional character when he’s gotten dressed up so well for me. Isn’t that right?”

You managed to pull his arms away from his chest to give you a view of the nice clothes he had put on specifically for you. He wore your favourite clothes today, hoping you’d fawn over him, only for you to spend the better part of the past while talking about some drawing from a book. He thought you hadn’t noticed the effort he had put into today, but hearing evidence if your absolute attention had red creeping up his neck and onto his ears.

You threw yourself into his chest, causing his arms to wrap around you to steady the two of you. You nuzzled into him for a few seconds before looking up at him with a small grin.

“I love you, you know? More than anything and anyone. And I care more about our happy ending than anyone else’s, even if it is humanity’s strongest’s.” You strained up to press a kiss against his neck which left a chill against Jin’s skin, before settling down in his lap. Pleasure coursing through you at the sight of Jin’s pleased smile from below.

His arms tightened around you before he bent down to press against your forehead. “As long as you know who matters most,” he mumbled against your skin.

Yoongi (ft. Blade from hsr):

You finished up the simulated universe world. Even though you hadn’t gotten great relics this time around, you still got to collect the weekly rewards, so you couldn’t be too mad. But you had to admit, it did sting a bit.

You switched back to the character screen after salvaging the useless relics that you obtained and checking on your stock of stellar jades. Blade stared back at you as you fussed with the relics that you had currently adorned him with and tried to level up the one promising relic you had obtained. When you ended up with defense being levelled up for the second time, you gave up on the relic, instead just salvaging it as well.

You sighed as you clicked back to Blade, seeing him stare back at you before performing his idle, bringing his sword up to his eyes, inspecting it before bringing it behind to his back as it disappeared into shiny gold.

“Bladie, Bladie, Bladie… Why is it so hard to find good relics for you…?” You rested your chin in the palm of your hm gazing lazily at your monitor.

Blade, of course, did not reply. Instead he stared right through your soul as if putting the blame right on you.

“Hmm… I was so lucky when building Kafka, but the relics just suck when I’m farming for you.”

You clicked out of the character screen and instead ran around the map with Blade, listening to NPC dialogue and fulfilling random small tasks for stellar jade. You were out of trailblaze power and had nothing of significance to do. So you just enjoyed watching Blade’s mechanics as he interacted (being pretty liberal with the definition of “interact”) with other characters and took in his visuals.

He was your favourite character when you first started playing honkai star rail, but with time you realized you should probably try and make him stronger with more elite relics. It was harder than you originally thought. And now, even after a month of only farming for Blade, you had yet to pull what would be a legendary relic for him.

As you lamented your poor luck, you failed to notice the door to your gaming room opening behind you.

Yoongi creeped up behind you, listening to the music streaming its way out of the speakers he got for your set-up on your last birthday. He wasn’t surprised to see a zoomed in view of Blade’s face on your screen when he peered over your shoulder. He had expected it as soon as he’d heard the hsr soundtrack.

He stopped behind your chair, starling you as he began to speak. “Here I was hoping to see my wonderful spouse after work today, but instead I see them on a date with some depressed guy in my own home.” He sighed for effect, placing his hands on the back of your chair as he leaned over you to look at your screen.

“Oh hush,” you told Yoongi.

“What? So I can’t even speak up when I catch you with your second boyfriend now?” He placed his chin atop your head.

You laughed a bit, jostling Yoongi around a bit. “Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt a date?” You finally played along.

“Not if it's between you and Blade, no it’s not. He doesn’t get to steal you away from me.” He wrapped his arms around your neck, holding you close against him almost as though he was pulling you away from Blade’s reach.

You held onto his arms as you laughed, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your head. Between laughs, you said, “Stop! You’re embarrassing me in front of my date.”

“Fuck your date.” He removed his arms from around you, spinning your chair around so you faced him. “You’re going on a date with me now.”

He pulled you up and out of your chair into his arms. He pulled you right into him until not even one air molecule was in between your bodies.

“Get dressed, I’m taking you out for dinner.” He reached a hand behind your intertwined bodies and turned off your pc with a pointed click.

He was willing to entertain your interest in other men so long as they were like Blade: fictional. The day he feels your interest swerving to real men, he wouldn’t take it so lightly.

Hoseok (ft. Choso from jjk):

“Look at him being all emo but so sweet!” you cooed at the man on the screen.

Choso was speaking to Yuuji about being brothers and just being all adorable, and it was getting on Hoseok’s nerves.

“Like when you look at him, you’d think he’s gonna be all grouchy or mean, but look at him—fuck, I’d ruin him.”

Hoseok’s eye was twitching.

“Like he’s so pure? But so hot? But so loveable? But so destroyable? I’d definitely ruin him.”

Hoseok’s blood pressure was rising.

“He’d be such a good father to my kids.”

Hoseok’s patience broke. “Well too bad Choso’s not real then since you wanna date him over me so badly!”

You jumped at Hoseok’s loud proclamation. You weren’t prepared for the enraged look on your sweet boyfriend’s face. Had you gone too far?

“I wasn’t being serious, baby,” you started, speaking as softly and level as possible. “He’s just a character that I find cute.”

Hoseok scoffed, his lips pulled into a frightening, annoyed half-smirk. “Yeah, a character that you want to have sex with.”

You placed a hand on his thigh, trying to calm him down. “Babe, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Pfft, so now you feel bad? Not when you were talking about how another guy was so hot and how you want to have kids with him? And how cute you find him? Do I mean nothing to you?”

Hoseok’s leg was shaking now, falling and dropping under your palm restlessly. You tried to smooth your hands over his leg to soothe him, but it only seemed to agitate him further.

He scoffed again, not even giving you a chance to defend yourself against his accusations. “You’ve never called me ‘destroyable.’ What, do I not get that right? Do I need to put red eyeshadow around my eyes and paint a black stripe over my nose for you to think me worthy of being the father to your kids?”

You winced. You didn’t think something as harmless as a fictional crush would upset your darling boyfriend so bad, but now you could see how you’d been out of line. I mean, maybe you wouldn’t like it if Hoseok had spoken about some other person, fictional or not, like that in front of you.

You crawled over to him on the couch, straddling his thighs despite how they shook even with your weight pressing down on them. He hadn’t stopped his periodic scoffs, his eyes locked on a point to the side as he seemed to be caught within his internal dialogue. He seemed to only be making himself madder with each second.

“Baby,” you called him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I was out of line.”

Hoseok just shook his head, still not meeting your eyes.

“I was being stupid,” you continued. “Choso is pretty—”

He scoffed once again, causing you to wince. Wrong way to go about the apology, yet again. Goodness, why did you suck at apologizing?

“—But! I love you, not him. If anyone is cute, it’s you. If anyone is hot, it’s you. If there is anyone who I find loveable, it’s you. If there’s anyone that I want to destroy, it’s you. So don’t be mad, baby, he’s nobody.”

You did feel a little weird about how you had to make it clear that Choso wasn’t stealing you from your boyfriend, but you hated to see Hoseok so upset.

And it seemed like Hoseok appreciated the reassurance, because he was finally looking at you.

He watched you for a second, as you continued to massage his shoulders while sat in his lap. Hoseok could see Choso over your shoulder on the tv, and it gave him some sort of kick to know that despite him being on screen, you had your back turned to Choso. Your full attention on him, only him.

The worry on your face made contentment bubble in his chest, this is exactly how he liked you: fawning over him.

“Yeah, baby?” He asked, pulling you into him by the hips until he had his face pressed into your neck, placing small kisses on your pulse. “You like me more than him?”

You felt heat rise to your cheek as his hands slipped under your shirt, rubbing one hand on the small of your back as the other gripped at your waist, guiding you to grind against him.

“Yeah…” you managed to get out between soft gasps as he began to move you harder and faster against his hard-on.

He bit into your neck, rubbing his tongue over the teeth marks he left behind possessively. “You don’t sound all that convincing, baby.”

“I, um, I—” you gulped, overwhelmed by how quickly the situation had changed. You could feel him getting harder and harder under you. “I mean it, I only see you that way.”

Hoseok pulled away from the marks he’d sucked and bit into you. Looking up at you with a hooded gaze. “How you gonna prove it to me?”

You didn’t know what to say. Isn’t it proof enough with the way you were panting on his lap with his bulge pressing into you?

“Would you do anything to prove it to me?”

You nodded frantically at the olive branch he had extended towards you. He was giving you an out, and you would be a fool to miss it.

“Yeah, baby? You’d do anything?”

“Yes,” you purred, head falling onto his shoulder as he pulled your shirt off of you. “—do anything for you,” you said between gasps.

“Good,” he said, pressing his lips to yours, reaching down to unbuckled his belt. “Then make me a dad.”

Namjoon (ft. Nanami from jjk):

Nanami Kento was the living embodiment of a gentleman. The guy you’d bring home to your parents. The guy you’d imagine living the rest of your life with. The guy to buy you a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence. The guy who’d listen to your rants about work drama, or friend drama, or family drama, any drama really.

He was perfect.

And he reminded you entirely of your boyfriend, Namjoon. The man you could always rely on, the only one who you’d brought home to your parents, the man who forwarded you real estate listings every weekend as he’d sweet talk you with the plans he had for your future together.

He was perfect.

And you needed to see Namjoon in a Nanami cosplay.

“Please, baby, pleaseeeee.” You gave him the best puppy dog eyes that you possibly could. “Please, please, please, please! I’ll do anything for you if you do this for me!” You had your hands pressed together as you begged in front of him.

He had just gotten out of the shower after a hard day of dance practice, and with just a towel covering his bottom half, he was bombarded with you and the outfit spread out on the bed.

“Please, please, please! If you do this for me, I’ll even put that lingerie set that you got me as a gag gift, just please, try it on.” You grabbed his hand, pulling him from the ensuite door, closer to the bed. He had to hold onto his towel with the other hand to prevent it from falling from how hard you were pulling him. You’d, in the time it took him to shower, spread out an off-white suit, a blue dress shirt, a set of brown suspenders, and a yellow tie with brown animal-esque spots out for him.

“Love, I do not want to get into a suit right now. I just showered.” His hair was dripping onto the clothes as he looked down at them.

“Baby! Please! It won’t be for long, I swear! I’ll get you out of it as quickly as I get you into it, promise!”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at your words, a smug smile shining down at you. “Oh~ I see how it is. Me in this outfit, you in that skimpy lingerie—you seem to have a very precise idea in mind of how you want this to go, hmm?”

You couldn’t help the embarrassment from washing over you. You punched his shoulder lightly with a whine, before wrapping your arms around his muscular bicep, pulling yourself into his side. You pressed your cheek against his cool, damp skin as a way to hide your shame. You could feel him chuckling at just how quickly he’d seen through you.

“I wasn’t thinking of only that… I also wanted to take some pics of you in the cosplay ‘cause I thought you’d look cool in it…”

“Fucking liar,” he laughed more heartedly at your piss poor attempt of saving yourself from further humiliation.

“I swear!” you defended yourself, looking up to see his dimples smiling down at you, eyes filled with love. Your heart stopped for a second looking at the handsome man. Did you need to see him in a Nanami cosplay to have some fun? Cause right now, looking at his sparkling eyes and wide smile, you didn’t think you’d be able to give him the chance to put on the outfit before you jumped at him.

He raised a questioning eyebrow at your sudden stillness. “Not gonna beg me to indulge in your fantasies anymore?”

You shook your head before pressing your cheek back into his bicep, only for him to pull him into his chest instead. He was looking down at you with that look again. The look that reminded you of how this was the only mad you’d ever consider marrying.

“I think,” he said, swinging you around his arms a bit teasingly as he continued to look down at you with his wet hair, and glossy skin, “that I could put on this outfit despite how tired I am if you stay true to your promise of that lingerie. Think you can do it?”

You thanked God everyday for blessing you with a man who indulged you as much as Namjoon did.

“A-huh,” you replied, breathless.

“Okay, then get to it.” He gave his head a shake, causing the water from his hair to rain down onto you, making you giggle, the tension easing. “You get as long as it takes me to put on this cosplay to figure out that set of straps that they called lingerie before I come to get you myself, okay?”

Jimin (ft. Alhaitham from genshin):

“Turn it off.”

“No.”

“Turn it off.”

“No.”

“Turn it off, please?”

“No, thanks.”

“Oh, come on!” He threw his arms up before throwing himself face first onto the bed. He whined into the duvet convulsing around before rolling onto his back when you didn’t come over to him to soothe him.

“You hate me,” he said, looking at the ceiling.

“Nope.”

“You do, I know you do.”

“Nope, I do not.”

“You do, otherwise you wouldn’t be playing that stupid, partner-stealing man’s story quest.”

“Nope, it just means I like the character.”

“It means you hate me.” He shuffled up to sit beside you at the headrest of the bed. Letting his head fall onto your shoulder as he watched Alhaitham’s inexpressive face on the phone screen. Stupid, stupid man.

“Just admit it, you hate me. We might as well break up since you like this guy more than me.”

“Literally when did I say that?” you sighed, trying your best to pay attention to the plot of the quest as Jimin continued interrupting you.

“Just now.”

“When?”

“When you just said it.”

“I actually didn’t say anything, Jimin.”

“You said it in your mind and I could tell.”

“Jimin.” You turned to look at him. He was still glaring at Alhaitham. “You’re always doing too much.”

“Just admit you want to break up.” He weaseled his way from your shoulder into your lap, his head right under where you held your phone, looking up at you with fake teary eyes.

“Baby, it’s a video game.”

“It’s a declaration that you hate me and that you want to break up.”

“Jimin, if you keep saying that, I might actually think this is your way of breaking up with me.” You went back to tapping at your phone and trying your best to recount what you were meant to do next.

“I would never!” Jimin defended, burying his face into your stomach.

You relented to his whining, bringing one hand down to run through the hair on the back of his head.

He was picking at the side stitches of your shirt absentmindedly though he was still buried face first into your stomach.

You felt him mumble something into your stomach. “Hmm?”

He looked up at you, repeating what he’d said, “I’m gonna delete your account if you don’t pay attention to me now.”

“Jimin!” You turned off your phone, trying to push him away from you only for him to hold onto you tighter, resuming his position against your stomach. “I’ve spent years on that, you can’t just delete it!”

He’d followed through on these sorts of threats before, so you knew he was not just joking when he said this. “I don’t care, I’ll delete it if it gets between you and me.”

He’d deleted contacts of friends, peers, and coworkers from your phone before, but you never thought his jealousy would extend to video game personas.

“Jimin,” you stressed. “He’s just a bunch of pixels on a screen.”

“And those unfeeling pixels are stealing your attention from me.” He looked up at you with a pout that would be cute if he wasn’t being completely disagreeable once again.

“I literally spent the whole week with you, didn’t open genshin once, why can’t I just play for a few hours now? Besides, aren’t you supposed to be at work right now anyway?”

“Can’t go when my spouse is threatening to leave me.” He was kicking his feet now, clearly content with how his threats had worked. Your phone was off now and you were looking at him, speaking with him.

“Goodness, Jimin. I really don’t know what to do with you.”

“You could kiss me for a start.”

“Not after how much you’ve annoyed me today.”

“So you are breaking up with me? For a stupid fictional scholar? A scribe?”

“You know an awful lot about the man you despise so much, why is that?”

“He’s trying to steal you away from me. Successfully stealing you away from me. God forbid I did some research on the man.”

“Just for that attitude, I’m not gonna give you any kisses.”

“Okay,” he straightened out in front of you, sitting between your legs. “Then I’ll give you kisses.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek with a goofy smile. Then your forehead. Then your other cheek. Then your nose. With each kiss, another bit of your anger subsided.

“Now you kiss me.” He puffed out his cheek, bringing it in front of your face.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You grabbed his cheeks, and turned him to face you before giving him the proper kiss he’d been craving all afternoon.

He instantly melted into you, attempting to deepen the kiss, only for you to pull away from him.

“You only get more if you promise not to delete my account.”

He huffed. “Fineeee. I promise… for now.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “I guess that’s good enough… for now.”

Taehyung (ft. Howl Pendragon from Howl’s Moving Castle):

“Do you prefer blond Howl or black-haired Howl?” You were lying down on the couch with Taehyung lying on top of you, his head resting on your chest as Howl’s Moving Castle playing. You had stopped rubbing his back when you asked him the question, though your eyes remained on Howl turning into green slime over his dyed orange hair.

Taehyung just grunted, half asleep. His arm reached behind him, forcing your arm to move up and down his back again before letting go when you’d resumed your previous ministrations.

“What do you think?” you asked him again.

He was practically asleep, maybe it wasn’t the best time to be asking him about the movie.

Just when you thought he had fallen asleep he replied, “Orange-haired.”

You laughed. “Be serious for a second.”

“I am.” His arms tightened around your back, pressing harder into you.

“Come on, you’re not being serious. Blond or black?”

With his voice heavy with sleep he said, “Black.”

You hummed at his answer. “Yeah, black hair is nice on him. But I liked him blond better.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“His actual hair colour is black. It suits him better. It’s his true self.”

You pondered. “I guess so, but I just am a sucker for his blond look. Makes him feel… I don’t know. I don’t really have an explanation, I just like it.”

Taehyung was quiet again, you turned to check if he was asleep now but instead he was looking up at you with a scowl. “Is this your way of telling me you want me to go blond again?”

You brought a hand up to cover your smile, knowing it’d only cause him to be more adamant. “No, Tae. I was just talking. People always seem to discuss which Howl version they like more. Just wanted to know what you thought.”

“Well, I think I should go blond.”

“Literally why?”

“Cause you’re thinking of some other blond man. Want you to only think of me when you think of blond.”

There he goes again. “God, Tae. Forget I said anything.”

“No no, go on about how you hate my black hair and want to see me fry my hair to be blond again.” He was now propped up over you, using his hands to keep him hovering over you. All his sleep whisked away due to the arising fight.

“I wasn’t trying to imply anything, Tae. I love you how you are, I love your black hair.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

You were getting angry. Over the past few weeks he was getting more and more accusatory. Accusing you of not loving him. Of wanting to change him. Of having ‘wandering eyes.”

You were tired.

You didn’t even want to defend yourself at this point.

“Come on, say it.”

You closed your eyes, biting at your cheek as you tried to control your frustration. The last thing you want to do is give into his taunts and turn this into a full-on verbal fight.

You opened your eyes, bringing your hands to the nape of his neck, trying to pull him back into your chest. “Baby, let’s just watch the movie.”

Tae allowed you to play with his hair as he considered whether to drop the topic. With the way you were caressing him, he really wanted to, but the nagging voice in the back of his head urged him to continue.

You watched him analyze your face for a minute or two. And you did the same for him, counting the beauty marks scattered across his beautiful face. His black hair falling into his eyes as he held himself above you. It was hard to believe that this angelic man was the one who would make day-to-day life so difficult at times.

“Can we?” you asked. You brushed his hair back from his eyes, holding his bangs back for a second before letting them fall back to their place.

His eyes flitted between yours, debating. Then he gave in, falling into your arms once again. “Fine. But I choose the next movie, and I’m gonna make sure there are no pretty blonds in it.”

Jungkook (ft. Gojo Satoru from jjk):

“Nah, I’d win!” Jungkook yelled, running away from you, ducking from the pillows you’d throw after him.

“Stop it!” You picked up the fallen pillow before resuming your chase.

“Nah, I’d win! And then—” he traced a line across his neck with a wide smile, before throwing his head to the side, tongue sticking out.

“JUNGKOOK! Stop it!” You threw the pillow at him again, but Jungkook easily dodged it, running into the kitchen.

He giggled loudly as you chased him around the kitchen island, stopping when you stopped to catch your breath but then giving you another taunt to make you chase after him again.

“What happened to your big strong boyfriend, huh? Couldn’t keep up with Sukuna now could he?” He asked with a wide toothy smile.

“Jungkook!” You called the name through your snarling teeth.

“What did you say again?” He put on the most atrocious imitation of your voice humanly possible and said, “He’s Gojo Satoru! He’s the strongest sorcerer alive! He’ll beat Sukuna easy!”

“Jungkook, I’m gonna kill you!”

“Oh, like Sukuna killed your little sassy boyfriend?”

You threw the pillow at him again, only for it to hit the Gojo figurine you had placed on your side table. You both watched it tumble onto the ground.

It was still in one piece, but seeing it on the ground made your anger flare up even further.

“Jungkook,” you sneered, turning to look at his frightened face.

He had his hands up in defeat. “I didn’t hit it, you did.”

“Jungkook,” you bit out the word, stalking towards him.

“Hey, baby, it’s fine! Look, it’s fine.” He picked up the figurine, and to be fair, it was fine. But your anger didn’t care about that now. Your anime/manga boyfriend was dead, and your actual boyfriend was being a dick about how upset you were over it.

You had picked up the pillow again, walking towards him slowly, and as you pulled your arm back to hurl it at him again with a scream, he sped off for your bedroom.

“Y/n! I’m sorry!” He didn’t seem all that sorry considering he was back to giggling again like a child as you ran after him. He jumped around couches and tables before slamming the door closed before you could follow him into the bedroom.

“Open the door!” You slapped your hand at the door a couple of times, jiggled the doorknob only to find it locked. “Jungkook, let me in!”

“Nope!” He popped the p sound, giggling behind the door. “You gonna kill your real boyfriend just cause the inferior, fictional one died?”

He was honestly very happy that Gojo had died. He was tired of not being the only golden man in your eyes anymore. Jungkook was the one who was good at everything that he did, not that dumbass anime man. And he had proved it, didn’t he. Inadvertently. After all, Gojo was dead, so he wasn’t perfect now.

Jungkook was full of glee.

“Jungkook, if you don’t come out right now, I’m gonna rip your collectible posters.”

He just giggled again. He could imagine your angry frown perfectly. How you probably wanted to destroy all his anime memorabilia as revenge for how he made fun of Gojo’s death. But he knew you were all bark and no bite.

“No, I’m not opening it.”

“Open it.”

“Hmmm,” he pretended to think out loud. Then: “nope!”

“Jungkook, you’re gonna have to come out eventually, and when you do, I’m gonna be waiting right here for you.”

Jungkook laughed, but when three hours had passed and you remained in front of the door, periodically knocking and asking to be let in, he didn’t find it as funny anymore. Well, it was still a little funny, but also it was a bit scary how your anger wasn’t subsiding.

Jungkook listened to the doorknob rattle from the bed, but didn’t bother opening his eyes. It was locked, you couldn’t get in.

So then could someone explain why the door was swinging open and you were suddenly set on top of his supine position. Your eyes red with both anger and sadness, your scowl set deep.

“Hey, Y/n,” he said sweetly.

“Hi, Jungkook. Wanna repeat what you said earlier?” Your hands were pressed against his pecs, face leaning in closer to him with each second.

“I don’t think I should,” he said with an eased smile. His arms were crossed behind his head, as if he didn’t have his angry spouse sitting on top of him at the moment.

“Not gonna gloat that Gojo’s dead?”

He laughed, jostling you around with each breath. “Don’t need to. You already know,” he said with a smirk.

You took your pillow from beside his head and smacked him upside the head with it. The soft downy fluff only made Jungkook erupt into giggles once again, his hands coming up to try (and failing) to prevent subsequent hits. He only laughed louder and louder, until he had wrapped his hands around your torso and tugged you into him.

You continued to struggle against him. “Let me go!”

“Nope!” He pressed kisses all over your face between giggles. Laughing at your half-hearted slaps at his triceps and forearms. “Can’t let you go when I’m so happy to have my partner all to myself again. Fuck that Gojo guy.”

You stopped struggling, exhausted from chasing him around and making a lockpick to get into the bedroom. “You’re so mean,” you whined. “Remember you used to like him too. You said he reminded you of yourself.”

He pressed a kiss to your head. “Not since he made me second place with my own spouse.” He turned you to look at him, giving you a smile before kissing you sweetly.

You returned the kiss before breaking it. You pressed your temple against his pecs, snuggling up into his arms. “So fucking extra.”

As you can probably tell, I'm still salty about some things lol.

#bts x reader #jin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #yandere jin x reader #yandere yoongi x reader #yandere hoseok x reader #yandere namjoon x reader #yandere jimin x reader #yandere taehyung x reader #yandere jungkook x reader #bts scenarios #bts drabbles #series: love amour aur pyaar #ev's writing

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soulsballad · 9 months ago

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Name: yuu horikoshi ( •̀ᴗ•́ )

Age: 18 years old

Do you like to cuddle?: love to! but if you start cuddling me, i might fall asleep and not let you go, then we'll be late for class, then yaga-sensei will scold me again then-

Can we make-out?: u-uh, yeah! totally!

A night in or dinner out?: there's this place in yokohama i've been wanting to take you, petra, i think you'll really like it... also, i can't cook for shit so i don't think we have an alternative. the last time i tried to cook you something, i thought i was going to see god...

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: both, i've got some ice cream in the fridge that could really use it!

Chocolates and roses?: yeah! but i don't want to say i'll get you some, otherwise that'll ruin the surprise! i-i mean that's not to say i won't get you flowers, i definitely will- i mean- ah, shit, it's not a surprise anymore is it? well, i hope you like tulips. and some chocolate with a fancy name i don't know how to pronounce.

What makes you a good Valentine?: sweetie, love of my life, stars in my sky, i'm still trying to wrap my head around that i'm your boyfriend, the hell if i know why you've stuck around me this long. but, i'll always be good to you, i'll adore you until i get eaten by a curse or something, and i have a red panda which is a pretty cool bonus, right?

Would you cook for me?: for both of our sakes, sweetie, i will never cook for you again so we can both survive.

Would you let me cook for you?: again, for both our sakes, anything to keep me away from the stove. we could probably teach our little curse to cook, hmm...

Where would you take me on a date?: anywhere you wanted! i was thinking we could stay at my house, i'll set up the whole place. we'll put all the blankets and pillows in the living room, watch movies and play video games the whole day. i know a candle-lit dinner is supposedly a really romantic thing to do so i'd set up that as well, along with getting a bunch of food from your favorite places throughout the day.

Who’s paying?: me, don't worry! i've never really used my funds from my family's vault before, it's a good way to make a dent in it, finally 👍

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: ... too much, i think. i was going around tokyo wondering what to buy you, until i ended up with ... a lot 😭 there's this jacket i bought you that i thought would go well with that one blouse you had, a bouquet of flowers ... two bouquets, actually. a lot of chocolate, this plushie that i made for you with a bunch of yarn, and a necklace that cost more than i thought it would. it's real shiny too! the crows tried snatching it once or twice, but i kept it safe for you! i also made you these arm - bracers, they're really light weight and thin enough to fit under your uniform, they have a little bit of cursed energy inside that can summon a shield for you. pretty cool, right?

petra will never, ever, ever doubt yuu's love for her. ever. she never has, but this just solidified it. ❝ i - i don't even know what to say! you got me all that!? i - i hope you didn't spend too much money, yuu! ❞ even if she did end up scolding him for spending too much petra will always be grateful for everything he does for her. he really is the perfect boyfriend. but, getting back to the application, ❝ well i definitely agree with you on the cooking part... maki still asks where the black marks came from on the walls of the kitchen. ❞ luckily for them, petra is a great liar. ( no she's not, maki just doesn't want to know. ) ❝ why don't we cuddle after dinner? that way we can do everything you have planned and still get to cuddle! ❞ a bright smile flashes across her face at that, and it doesn't take her too long to find herself standing before the boy, arms wrapping comfortably around him. ❝ you're the best, yuu! of course your application is accepted! we'll have the best valentine's day ever! wait until you see what i got you. ❞

#PETRA MÜLLER. / answered #PETRA MÜLLER. / v. jujutsu kaisen #violevin #y.uu is on the multi but you sent it here so #hes peeking in from ki's blog #ALSO I PEEP U TRYNA MAKE P.ETRA AN AVENGER Y.UU #im laughing watch her pull some shang chi moves during training with those braces #shang chi has rings p.etra has cool braces that give her a shield

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benevolentgodloki · 10 months ago

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Spotify Wrapped Starters

88 - Close Your Eyes by Kim Petras

I feel it coming on You've got nowhere to run There's no way you'll make it out alive

On the hunt again, and this prey was unlike the beasts Asgardians typically ran down. Loki had been watching. He had seen the Avengers begin to crack apart with their squabbles and this man who was at the centre of it. He was important, between hiding and on the run.

There were men trying to kill Barnes, others to capture him. The most exciting time to chase him was when the other elements were in play. It meant Loki got to cut down those who got in his way; to use them as part of his performance of terror. HYDRA and other terrorists wouldn't be missed. He was doing Midgard a favour. Stalking; teleporting; snatching; forever getting closer to the man he pursued and letting him glimpse the deaths of those who meant him harm.

Oh, when it's after dark I'm gonna eat your heart Don't try to fight it, just close your eyes

The horned shadow began to catch up. Perhaps Bucky was going to attempt a fight.

"Are you feeling tired yet, soldier?" Loki snickered. "Just give in. I don't want you dead unlike the others closing in."

@sergeantbarnestm

#t: close your eyes #v76 #l: god of mischief #sergeantbarnestm

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midnightriderx · 1 year ago

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INTOXICATED

Timeline: 21st October 2023, Saturday, past midnight. Location: Flat inBangkok. Mood: Drunk, very horny. Attire: Jeans, barefoot, mask. Music: UNHOLY; Sam Smith & Kim Petras Continuation: Night out with co-workers.

Night's cock pulsed as messages rolled up his screen. He's been at it for the last ten minutes, panting, jeans pulled down around his ass.

"I can't believe you're doing this -" Night read one of the messages, he chuckled behind his mask, head spinning, drunk in alcohol and high on pleasure. "Oh, yeah? You've been begging for a year, now enjoy," he responded, sweat dripping from his face to his keyboard, cock in hand and in full view of his viewers. A very small number loaded and quick enough to snatch the link he posted in the midst of his regular broadcasting...

Night came home drunk after having a few rounds of drinks with some of his co-workers. He left the bar stiff and in need of a good release. He was hit on a few times, tempted to be taken home, and used but he preferred going back to his own flat and meeting with his subscribers.

Everyone knew whenever he had a few drinks when he got online. He was more giddy, showing more skin than usual and got to the point thirty minutes before midnight.

Many tried their usual requests when Midnight was obviously inebriated; 'take your mask off,' 'show your cock,' 'show your ass.'

Night had always been firm with his rules and stuck with it. But tonight, he was feeling daring. He'd regret it come following morning when he finds out he lost some subscribers but he'd quickly get over it once he realize a few hundred new very horny subscribers found him.

Was he reckless? He was. And playful.

After the massive influx of requests payers knew he wouldn't fulfill, he surprised everyone when he stopped his performance in the middle of his show.

"You want a real show?" He snickered and created a new stream and those who can spend 10k US dollars, he said in the description, will be able to see his cock cumming in front of their eyes.

Night thought no one would be dumb enough to actually pay that much money. With his pants still on at this point, he even walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of beer and came back to a few people waiting on the new stream -

He was surprised himself. 10k is A LOT of money but here were a few dedicated viewers, paying to see what he promised them to do...

Hunched over his desk, dripping length in hand, his fingers run over the leather cock ring he'd put on in the middle of his last stream. In full view of his paying viewers in his second stream, his cock was bulging and felt sensitive to the touch.

"dolly98... You want to take me in your mouth and then your ass?" He grinned and thrust into his hand. "You've always been really nasty... You all are... I'm sure you want this cock deep down your throat... Don't worry -" He said, unsnapping the cock ring wrapped around the base of his length, tightening it to his comfort, "I can last a bit longer.... And then I'll give all of you what you want..."

His fingertips run over his swollen head, the noises he made were explicit, encouraging his paying viewers to send more lewd messages. He barely was able to read them, the tingling sensation from his stiff cock spread through his legs and his balls felt full. He continued to work his cock over his keyboard, he knew some of his paying viewers must've tried taken a screenshot or even attempted to record a video, but somehow he worked a way around preventing people from doing that. But he is recording and most likely will share this video with the handful payers who made it to his X-rated stream...

One member sent a message, repeatedly telling him to take his mask off -

He finally responded, standing straight up, his bulge in his left hand, mask firmly attach to his face. "Nah, the mask is not coming off. You're not here for my face anyway -" He said, beating his cock faster now. He grunted, once again falling onto his desk, in front of the camera where his moans sounded louder and his the image of his cock more pronounce, perhaps had his viewer's mouth watering...

"Where do you want me to cum?" He grunted, palm working hard, matching his viewers' eagerness to tell him where they want his load - mouth, face, chest, inside them -

"Fuuuck," he cried out, unsnapping his cock ring, his dick slick in precum and lube, "Open wide," he chuckled and shoot all over his expensive keyboard. It didn't matter, not at the moment when pleasure coursed through him intensely, slowly this time, his cum dripping generously out of him. His handful of viewers went crazy on the chat while he rode his orgasm, knees shaking and still cumming he fell back on his chair. He had no desire to check on his payers. After a few moments of calming down, he was still too drunk and still too horny and empty.

He reached for the off button and ended his stream.

[ END ]

[ thoughts and comments...

me: why you so reckless???

night:

"i didn't know they'll actually pay that much to see my dick. magic dick?' ]

#closed: intoxicated

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fqiryspit · 2 years ago

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𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Summary: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘/𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞?

cw: College!AU, Full smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, getting absolutely railed, Relationship Problems, Love Triangles, Smut, Historia is pregnant with Erens baby, Eren and Y/n are together, Levi is with Petra, Sad sex, Y/n is lowkey depressed, Eren is bad at feelings, Starbucks Levi, Levi is Bad at Feelings, Historia the Hoe, mega toxic, Toxic Eren.

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Chapter 17: 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵

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the sound of your shoes hitting against the floor was like nails on a chalkboard

you just got home from the hospital and Eren hasn't said a word

his hand was dangling the cold keys as he unlocked the front door, pushing it open with a loud creak making your spine shiver with the sudden noise

he walks in and heads straight to the bedroom. not a word slipping from his lips, not a glance at you, nothing

you felt that tug in your throat and that sting in your eyes, you closed them as you took a deep breath before heading to the bathroom

it seems like your ears are sensitive to everything as you twist the showers nob, the sudden screaming of the water spitting at you making you jolt

right when you stepped in and had the water fall to soak your hair, that's when you let it all out

your fingers scratching at your chest as your choked on your own breaths, your hot tears mixing with the showers as you suffocate from the steam

you felt like you were dying

this pain that he caused, it's unbearable

when your breathing recovered and your eyes stopped swelling, you got out and dried yourself off

as you stared at the foggy mirror, you examined your features

your lips were swollen from biting them to restrict your cries

your eyes puffy and dark from the tears escaping them and the sleepless nights

your stomach bloated with his child

you hated what the mirror had to offer

you woke up to an empty bed, his lingering smell still wrapped in the sheets

as you walked to the kitchen, you saw him, leaning on the counter while sipping at his coffee

his eyes avoiding yours.

you felt sudden rage boil in your veins as you got sick of his little game

he had no right to be mad at you.

he had no right to feel disgusted with you.

he had no right to feel sorry for you.

he had no fucking right.

your canine ripped at the skin on your lips, you could taste the blood seeping into your mouth but it wasn't enough to distract you from the pure fury you felt

EREN'S POV

my eyes trained on the floor as I watched her walk to the fridge, taking out a mango smoothie, and just like that she walked out

I placed my coffee down as my eyes strained up to watch her figure leave

my hand coming up to rub my face as I internally groaned

I want to talk to her, I really do

but what the fuck do I say?

I feel my blood boil every time I see her.

another man had to tell me my girlfriend is pregnant,

do you know how fucking horrible that is? to find out you're going to have a baby, from someone else? yeah, feels pretty terrible.

BANG

but not as terrible as that sound

I sprinted to where I heard the noise, my legs feeling like they were failing me as I entered the bathroom

a mushy orange liquid smeared on the bathroom wall with the sudden scent of mangos filling the air, the empty smoothy bottle abandoned on the floor as I felt relief wash over me

Y/n walked past me without giving me any sort of explanation, tho, it really wasn't needed

I turned to see her snatch her bag and storm out of the apartment, leaving me alone.

Y/N'S POV

Once you entered the bathroom...you lost it.

your fingers dug at your scalp as you tried to control the clenching in your throat

you're so fucking pissed.

Does he really think he deserves an apology? well, he can go fuck himself.

in a sudden burst of rage, you chucked the smoothie, Eren busting through the door with terror on his face, you walked past him as you grabbed your bag and left. you're so fucking done.

you pulled the seatbelt with a little more force than needed, after hearing that satisfying click you stepped on it.

there's only one way you can get rid of all that pent-up anger.

and that's beating the shit out of Historia Reiss.

Chapter 18

˜"*°•.˜"*°• see you soon •°*"˜.•°*"˜

an:.........................................................HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SHAWWWTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY uh...so...ii...uhm thought i posted this already...IM SO SORRY GUYS I'm gonna post the next chapter like in a day or 2 idk yet but yeah sorry i love you AHHHH ILY STAY SAFE! 💞

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m-jelly · 3 years ago

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Hi Jelly!! I love your works, and wanted to ask if you could a scenario where Levi admires the reader but decides to reject them because he knows he's off on a dangerous expedition with Squad Levi and he doesn't want to put them at risk. But when he comes back, he gets jealous seeing them hanging out with someone else and ignoring his existence, and finally confesses?

Adorable <3 I like this. Nothing a little jealousy to give Levi that kick up the arse to say "I love you!" I will try my best with this one.

Mine.

Pairing: Levi x reader

Genre and tags: falling in love, hidden feelings, confessions, jealousy, cannon AU, Levi adores you, happy ending.

Concept: Levi has slowly fallen for you since you joined the scouts at the same time Petra, Oluo, Eld and Gunther did. He wanted you in his squad, but Mike snatched you up before he could due to your amazing tracking skills. Levi loved you from a distance but never acted on it, even when he overhears you saying you have a crush on him, he doesn't. When the scouts get excited for Valentine's Day, he thinks about confessing but he has to go on a dangerous expedition with his squad taking the lead. He decides not to confess because he knows you'd try to go with him to keep him safe. When he returns with his group, he sees you and Mike getting very close as you do the finishing touches for the party together. Levi decides enough is enough and acts.

"So..." The scout moved closer to you as Levi hid behind a door. "It's Valentine's day in a few days."

You reached up and pinned a heart on the wall. "Congratulations, you know your days!"

Levi smirked a little at your tone and words. He liked how witty, quick and spicy you could be, at the same time you were a kind sweetheart who would be a mum to anyone who needed you. You were a gem in a rough batch of people. After all the horrors you've seen, you were still so wonderful. You'd survived so many suicide missions because of your amazing tracking and hunting skills. You were quick, quiet and like an assassin.

Your friend groaned your name. "Stop messing with me!"

You grabbed a decoration from them. "Then get to the point."

"Fine...mum."

You looked down at them from your stool. "If you think that's an insult, then you're wrong. I like being a mum to people." You sighed. "So, what are you after?"

They helped you down from the stool, then waited for you to move it to the other side of Levi's office door. "Are you going to make someone a gift, or give a card, or confess, or ask them to the party?"

You glanced at Levi's door and blushed a little, then you carried on putting up decorations. "I highly doubt I'll get a yes from them. I mean, I could go out and get them a gift. I know the perfect present for him."

They gasped. "Him? Who is him?"

You blushed and climbed down. "I." You glanced at Levi's door, then at your friend. "I can't say right now."

They inhaled. "You have a crush on Captain Levi!?"

You covered their mouth with your hands. "Quiet! What if he's in there?"

They pulled free of your hands. "Why haven't you made a move?"

You sighed and picked up your stool. "Have you seen me? The Captain wouldn't want someone like me."

"Wait, so you've given up before even trying?"

You sighed. "Kind of. I still might get him something."

They groaned. "Boring. So, you're not going to ask anyone to the party?"

You hummed in thought. "I don't think so, but I'm open to anyone asking me."

Levi wanted to hear more, but you and your friend had walked down the hall out of his hearing range. He left his office, then looked at the hearts around it. He wanted to tell you how he felt about you. He wanted to tell you that you were beautiful in his eyes. He was madly in love with you. He felt this urge in him to embrace you in his arms, but he didn't because he needed to head out on a mission that was dangerous for him, his squad and Hange's that were going with.

He made his way to the gear room with you on his mind none stop. He got to his horse, then looked to the building to see Erwin and his team, along with Mike with his were seeing them off. Levi searched the crowd for you, but couldn't see you anywhere. He wanted you to see him off, but he couldn't find you. Levi felt a tap on his shoulder making him jump. He turned around quickly making you jump.

You placed your hand on your chest and laughed. "Wow, double jump, huh?"

Levi gulped hard and blushed a little. "Tch, it's because you're so damn quiet."

You hummed a laugh. "I am a little."

He watched you pet his horse, then nuzzle against them. "What do you want?"

You blushed and pet his horse. "I wanted to see you off. I noticed that no one seems to say goodbye to you, so I thought I would." You looked to Levi and gave him a smile that always made him melt in pure happiness. "Good luck, Levi. I know you don't need it, but I do wish you luck. Come back safe."

He clenched his jaw as he fought his urges, then climbed onto his horse to distract himself. "Tch, enjoy being lazy here and doing nothing."

You stepped back from Levi and sighed. "Goodbye Captain."

Levi stared at your sad smile and felt like you'd given up on him at that moment. Levi tapped his heels and rode off with his squad. He carried out the dangerous mission and returned back, but you weren't part of the welcoming party. He was tired mentally and physically. He felt like he could just collapse. He wanted to see you. He wanted to hear you laugh. He wanted to see your smile. He wanted to be soothed by your voice.

He took his horse to the stables, then made his into the base. He saw there were more decorations around the place and people were running around happy. He let out a long sigh, then went to his office and peeled off his gear. He groaned when the straps of his gear came undone, then thumb on the floor when he let them fall off him. He had a quick shower, changed his things and went to his desk to see a present.

Levi sat at his desk, then opened it to reveal a custom made tea set and tea. He smiled at how beautiful and nice they were. He noticed a little card involved with the gift. "Happy Valentine's Day Levi." He felt his heart throb at reading your name and a little heart with it. "Tch, damn brat." He got up, then walked down the hall trying to look for you. He eventually ended up at the mess hall to see you joking and laughing with Mike. "Tch, the fuck? I was gone for a few days."

You playfully shoved Mike back. "You're an ass."

Mike glanced over at Levi to see him seething in anger. "Hey, we should go outside for some training."

You pouted at him. "But it's the holidays."

He picked you up and put you over his shoulder making you laugh hard. "Training never stops."

Levi watched you go past and caught your eye. He said your name, but you didn't acknowledge Levi and instead messed about with Mike. "Tch, damn brat. What the fuck happened?"

Levi had followed you around and Mike was practically glued to your side. He'd watch the two of you train, have meals together and finish up setting things up for the party. Levi did get a chance to talk to you for the whole day and it was pissing him off. He wanted you all to himself. He didn't care about the dangerous missions putting his life at risk and a possible chance of leaving you alone. He wanted you.

Levi wore his best suit for the party, then stormed into the mess hall turned into the party. He looked around and found you wearing such a beautiful outfit that complimented you so well. He hurried over to you as you spoke to Mike and Hange. He grabbed your hand, then dragged you away and out of the party away from everyone. He ignored your shouts and pleads to slow down. He kept pulling you along to outside.

You panted and stumbled. "Levi! Levi! Levi, please slow down!"

Levi took you all the way to the treeline by the lake. He stopped, then let you go. He clenched his fists tightly. "You know, you really piss me off."

You caught your breath and frowned. "I don't follow."

"You see me off. You get me a present and then you...you..." He turned to you. "You didn't welcome back!"

You blushed a little. "Oh, well because I didn't think you liked me around me anymore. I thought I was a nuisance to you. So, I left the gift with you and kept my distance."

"I don't want you to keep your distance from me."

You frowned. "You don't? Then, what do you want? Can you just tell me so I can understand where I stand?"

Levi grabbed you and pressed you against a tree as his lips were on yours. He held your waist, then squeezed you making you gasp. Levi took the opportunity to test if you wanted him more by edging his tongue in a little. You woke up from your daze, then clung to Levi. You tangled your fingers in his hair and moved your tongue with his. You explored each other as bodies became heated and curious hands travelled.

Levi pulled from your lips when he heard people giggling and walking closer. "Tch, shit." He pulled you into the treeline where it was dark and leaned against a tree as he held you against him. He leaned out to see some of the scouts going on dates. He whispered to you. "Don't move and stay quiet."

You pouted and whispered back. "Why? Don't you want to be seen with me?"

"I do want people to know you are mine, but I haven't told you everything yet about how I feel about you." He sighed. "If they find out we're together, then they won't leave us alone and I won't get my chance to tell you I love you."

You smiled and felt your heart scream in happiness. You wanted Levi so badly for so long and to know he had always loved you made everything better. You undid his cravat then put it on yourself. You hummed, then slowly undid his top buttons.

Levi blushed hard. "Tch, oi? What are you doing?"

You kissed his neck and sighed. "Marking my territory." You kissed down slowly. "Be a good boy and stay quiet."

You nipped the crook of his neck and smiled when he inhaled sharply, then shivered. You bit down a little and sucked at his neck. You ran your hand up his wonderful warm body to the other side of his neck and cupped it. You inhaled deeply and enjoyed his tea and lemon-scented body with a hint of mint. You could feel that his pulse was racing under your touch and lips.

You pulled back and lightly kissed his neck, then you noticed his blush was around his ears and cheeks. You smiled, then whispered in his ear. "I love you too."

Levi turned his head and locked eyes with you in the dark. "I." He gulped. "I said I loved you. I had a whole speech planned and everything and I let it slip while hiding."

You smiled at him. "You did. So?"

He pulled you close and said your name with the sweetest smile. "I love you more than words can describe." He kissed you lightly and smiled. "I love the present you got me. I'll have to get you something in return." He looked to your neck. "But first, my brat, I have to get you back for being a naughty girl." He yanked his cravat off you, then attacked your neck. "Be a good girl for me and moan."

You clung to Levi and tangled your fingers in his hair. You gasped and moaned as he bit down, then ran his tongue over your skin to soothe his actions. "Le-Levi."

Levi pulled back, then kissed you. "Good girl." He put his cravat back on and fixed his buttons. "I expect you to share my bed with me from now on. I'm not letting you leave my sight." He flicked his cravat, then gazed at you. "You're mine now, brat."

You puffed bright red and felt a fire shoot through you. You nodded and squeaked a little. "Y-Yes Levi."

He reached out for you. "Hand." He waited for you to take it, then he walked with you. "We're going on a night walk. It's our first date." He looked at you and smiled softly making you smile back. "You're so beautiful."

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bluestshade · 3 years ago

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Instant Reactions (Chap. 2)

Name: Pulling Pigtails (Chap. 2 of Instant Reactions)

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Pairing: Levi Ackerman X AFAB Reader

Content: Conflict, Bathroom Sex, Mirror Sex, Make-up Sex, Rough, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Tears, Cumming Inside

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: Our pretty reader is no longer a virgin but now she has something else to worry about. The Captain is acting strangely and she’s not sure what caused it. What will happen when it comes to a head?

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There is one benefit to not drinking, you thought, watching as the rest of your squad gingerly made their way around camp. You had winced sympathetically as you watched Captain Levi kicking the tents of the few stragglers who hadn’t yet managed to crawl out of their bedrolls yet. He seemed to be enjoying doing the morning roll call significantly louder today.

It was back to the headquarters today. While you were coming back under good circumstances, it wasn’t guaranteed to stay that way. With everyone being in high spirits (both mentally and in their bloodstream) it only made it more important to keep a level head, if you got complacent on the way back then all it would take is a single lingering titan to snatch you off your horse.

So you were up at dawn packing away your things. Unfortunately that meant you were finished far before your compatriots and when idle you tended to think. Think about just what exactly you did before coming back to your tent last night. About the fact you weren’t a virgin anymore, about who exactly made that happen, about his-

You buried your face in your horse's mane and groaned audibly. The chestnut bay snorted, it was definitely mocking you.

You had to get that out of your head. First of all, the circumstances of it happening were clear. If he hadn't asked you last night, he probably would have asked someone else. Sure, you were excited about not being a virgin anymore, but it’s not like it will happen again. He is your captain, and you have to concentrate on your job. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you were making a big deal out of this, otherwise he might regret doing it in the first place. It was good, you admit, very good. It made you a little angry how good it was, actually. What was that thing he did while he was kissing you? It was rough but the pressure was-

“Fuck!” You shouted, the bay stamped irritatedly at your outburst.

“Sorry, sorry.” You mumbled, checking her tack for the 20th time today. You were tempted to start on the other horses but some of them were quite picky. Petra’s horse had been watching you out of the side of its eye the whole time and you were certain that stepping into biting distance of that one was a bad idea.

“What are you doing?”

You almost swore again until you realised it was Levi who had the question. You blinked at him for a moment before remembering yourself and saluting, “Sir, I was tacking my horse.”

Levi rose an eyebrow, “At ease.”

You held your arms behind your back, feeling the need to speak, “Everyone seems to be up now, we should be ready to leave in the next 30 minutes.”

Levi’s expression was as unreadable as ever but his tone took a firmer tone that made your stomach twist, “I said, at ease.”

“I…am at ease, sir” You babbled, avoiding his piercing look. You found yourself accidentally holding your breath.

Levi tutted, his irritation clear, “Go help Gunther, then. His hangover is slowing us down.” He turned heel and stormed off.

You let out a shaky sigh, pulling at your shirt to get some air to the sudden sweat broken out all over your skin. You turned back to your horse who was staring at you with what you could only assume was a disgusted expression, “Oh, shut up.”

Something nobody told you about having sex, was the aftermath.

You shifted uncomfortably on your horse. It wasn’t just the pressure of the hard saddle, or the lingering sensitivity after last night. You were still wet. You’d tried to take care of it before you set off but it was like your body hadn’t quite figured out that it was over.

Levi’s deep tone rang out from your left, “Eyes forward, rookie. You’re lagging.”

His horse slowed down to a trot beside yours, You look ahead and sure enough, you’ve defaulted to the rear of the formation. You bite back the urge to swear, “Sorry, Captain. I’ll keep up.”

“Half of the others are still drunk and they’re ahead of you.” He had been riding hard, like the rest of the squad. You could see a shine on his forehead, and his lips were parted as he caught his breath. “Are you alright?”

You turned forward, hoping that if you weren’t looking at his mouth it would simply cease to exist. “Yes, Captain. Just an idiot.”

You could feel Levi’s glare but you didn’t dare take your eyes off the formation ahead as you picked up your pace. Levi kept stride with you, obviously not done chastising you.

“That’s all?” He asked again.

You glanced at him briefly then, his expression wooden as always. Was he actually angry or concerned?

“I just wasn’t concentrating, Captain.” You tried your best to avoid meeting him in the eyes. You were literally sitting in the consequences of last night but letting him know that would be amateurish. It was done, over. No need to bring it up with him, he’ll only think that you can’t deal with it after all.

Your able demeanour only seemed to annoy him further, “Well, then. For Maria’s sake, get your head together.” He spat, kicking his horse harshly and overtaking you.

You watched him race forward, mentally cursing at yourself as you nudged your horse forward. Can you just act like a normal person for once? Move, idiot.

The return to the headquarters had gone unhindered, you had come back on schedule and the settlements outside Wall Rose had been cleared in anticipation for your arrival. It almost felt too easy compared to some of the other missions you had been on but you wouldn’t dream of complaining about it. You were relieved in more ways than one. Levi had seemed to be in a foul mood since this morning and people were starting to notice, you really hoped it had nothing to do with last night but even if it did, you’d get some respite at headquarters. Levi would need to carry on to Trost’s army HQ to report, leaving the rest of the squad to set up.

Perhaps that would give you some time to get your goddamn head together., you sighed into your pillow.

“That happy to have your bed back?” Petra smiled.

“Just happy for a break.” You smiled back at her lazily. There were enough rooms for single rooms in the estate but Petra always liked to bunk with you since you came. You let her because you knew too well she suffered from nightmares.

“Well, rest up while you can. Captain seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the tent this morning. Here’s to hoping he gets laid in Trost and comes back in a better mood.” She sighed.

You chuckled nervously, ignoring the odd feeling bubbling in your gut at the thought of that happening. “Yeah…”

If you were hoping that a moment away from Levi would have improved his mood, that hope was currently sitting at your feet, cut at the nape.

Levi only seemed to fume more as time went on. It had been three days since you returned and people were beginning to avoid him in the halls, yourself included. You seemed to irritate him by just being in the same room at this point and it was becoming harder and harder to remain calm and collected. Your nervousness around him had evolved into exasperation, and then thinly veiled fury. Biting your tongue was no longer a metaphor and you had the marks to prove it.

So this was exactly the last thing you needed.

“You’re sparring with me today, soldier.”

Your stomach dropped. Sina, are you there? You vindictive bitch.

You turned slowly and matched Levi’s glare, “Of course, Captain.”

“I’ll err, find someone else.” Petra winced, shuffling off to the side and settling with one of the other pairs. Coward, you thought.

You could blame Petra all you liked later, your dear leader was your main focus right now. You took a stance silently, waiting for him to make the first move.

Levi snorted, following suit, “Wipe that look off your face, you look like I shit in your breakfast.”

Screw waiting.

You ducked down and threw the first punch, aiming for his core. Levi clicked his tongue in a disappointed fashion, you swung back to avoid the knee aimed for your face. Levi was smaller than you, but stronger. He also seemed to have zero issue with actually hitting you, you realised, when you only just managed to dodge his blow partially. It glanced off your shoulder, Levi immediately took advantage of the momentary loss of balance. Maintaining a hard grip on your shoulder he kept pushing and hopped forward, hooking his leg around the back of your knees and sweeping them out from underneath you.

You barely had time to avoid landing on your back, let alone launch a counter attack. He quickly wrapped his limbs around yours and trapped you in place. You attempted to struggle but winced and stopped immediately, he had your shoulder in a tight lock. You huffed, tapping the ground in resignation.

Releasing the hold, he sat up and peered down at you with an amused expression. “This is familiar.” He murmured with a sneer.

You gaped at him. Blood rushing to your face, you whipped your head around to the groups around you. Either they didn’t hear him or they were too focused on their own matches. You glared at him furiously, “Inappropriate, Captain.” you hissed, putting extra emphasis on his rank as you wriggled out from underneath him.

There it is, Levi thought, finally a reaction.

Levi stood up and took his stance again, “Is that right? Try winning before you start complaining.”

You did not win.

In retrospect, it was pretty short-sighted to think you could beat Levi in hand-to-hand combat. Even if it was only practice matches, the more flustered you got the more openings you gave him.

Shadow washed over you, briefly giving your eyes respite from the glaring sun. “Are you getting up?” Petra stood over you with a sympathetic grimace.

“No, I live here now.” You groaned, throwing your arms wide on the grass underneath you.

“I don’t blame you, actually, that was brutal.” Petra laughed, offering you a hand.

You winced as you took her hand with a limp grip, hoping she’d take pity on you and pull you up herself, “Ugh, you saw that right?”

“I’d ask what you did to end up on his shit list but he seemed to be enjoying himself. I’m never sure if that’s a good or bad thing.”

You laughed, wincing at the sore muscles it strained as you stood up, “Bad. Definitely bad.”

It definitely wasn’t just you, then. Levi definitely had it out for you. At first it was hard to distinguish from his usual sour mood but you had begun to notice it was directed at you more times than not for the past few days. Had you pissed him off, somehow? It seemed to have started after you got back from your expedition. The only out of the ordinary interaction you had had with him then was…that. He didn’t seem annoyed at the time, but perhaps that had changed.

“Petra?” You said, trying to choose your next words carefully, “Would you ever bang a virgin?”

Petra burst out laughing, “Where did that come from?!”

“Oluo asked me the other day, I couldn’t decide.” You lied, chuckling at her reaction.

“Ugh, that creep would.” She scoffed, “Hmm, probably not. It’d probably be bad and they might get clingy afterward. It’s easier to stick with someone who knows what they’re doing, right?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I think he just has some weird virgin fetish.” Sorry, Oluo.

“I wouldn’t put it past him.” She snickered, “Come on, let’s get you into a bath. I have the first slot today, I’ll swap with you.”

“Petra!” You cried, leaning heavily on her shoulder, “An angel! From Heaven!”

She groaned under your weight, “Alright, alright, before I change my mind.”

Clingy, huh?

Perhaps that explained Levi’s mood lately. It would make sense, he was trying to reinforce that you weren’t going to get any special treatment. You sighed harshly, sinking into the hot water until it covered the bottom half of your face. It was completely unnecessary. You hadn’t given him a single reason to act like that. You’d been a bit awkward, sure, but the perfect soldier otherwise since you got back. Hell, it felt like you were purposely paying even less attention to him now than you were before, nobody was going to suspect anything if that was what he was worried about.

A loud, wooden knock made you jump out of your skin.

“Shit!” You hissed. Had you gone over your time? You leaned over the bath, rifling through your pile of clothes for your watch. The rapping got more insistent once you found it, “Just a minute!” you called out.

6:27 pm

Are you fucking serious? You hadn’t even been in for half an hour. Three loud bangs hit the door and echoed off the steaming walls. You swore, throwing yourself out the bath and grabbing your towel, seething as you wrapped it around yourself and stormed towards the door. You flicked open the lock and swung the door open.

“It’s still my-”

Captain Levi’s stony expression bore into you. He flicked his eyes down to your towel and back up again, cocking his head, “Where’s Petra?”

“I don’t know, she gave me her slot.” You hoped he attributed your flush to the hot bath rather than him, “Are you next? It’s not your time yet.” The second you spoke you heard the biting edge in your own tone, “Captain.”

“Petra usually finishes quickly, I take her extra time.” Levi pushed the door open further and slipped past you. You watched in disbelief as he walked up to the bath, rolling up his white shirt sleeves to his elbows and pulling the plug out.

“Hey!” You stepped forward to stop him but thought better of it when he shot you a provocative glare, “What?”

If you thought for even a second that you could land a punch on him after this morning, you would have. Everything about his expression and body language was begging for a fight. You stared at him incredulously for a moment, anger churning in your gut. You took a deep breath, thinking better of it. “Nothing, Captain. Don’t worry about me, I’ll get out of your way.” You gritted your teeth and started grabbing your clothes off the floor.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Levi shouted, it echoed off the walls and in your ears, nearly making you drop your towel.

Oh fuck this. The mask was off. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” you asked quietly.

“Me? What about you?” He glared at you, waving a hand angrily in your general direction.

“I’m not the one who’s been in a foul mood for days. You do realise the whole squad is avoiding you right now? You’ve been nothing but unpleasant.” Your wet feet smacked against the tiles as you stormed up to him, “What? Was it that bad that you have to take it out on me?”

“What are you talking about?” He jeered.

“Don’t. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Your tone may as well have chilled the very air around you as you glowered down at him, daring him to continue.

He folded his arms, clearly not intimidated. “I could ask you the same.”

You threw your arms up then and turned away, already sick of arguing around in circles, “And what exactly have I done?”

“You’ve been acting like a statue since we fucked, that’s what.” Levi quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to face him, you snatched it away immediately.

“I was trying to act professional. Was I supposed to bat my eyelashes at you everytime you walked past? Start planning our wedding?” Your volume was in no way a respectable level now, anyone walking by the bathroom would hear but you couldn’t bring yourself to care a damn bit.

“You weren’t even this bad when you first got here, is this how you’re going to be from now on?” He was matching your volume and if you weren’t so angry you would have laughed at how ridiculous this was. In the whole time you’d been in his squad not once had he shouted at anyone like he was now, not even in the middle of a fight.

“And how else do you want me to be, Sir.” You leaned close to his face, hissing the last syllable. In the past, making him angry would have been a terrifying idea but you relished seeing his eyes widen and the corded muscle of his neck twitch. Good. Giving him a fraction of the agitation you’d felt these past couple of days was a darkly delicious feeling.

Levi glared silently into your eyes as if searching for something before looking away. He wiped his jaw roughly, and slowly unclenched it as he murmured something behind his hand.

“I can’t hear you.” You frowned.

“I said, I want you to at least act like you didn’t hate it.” He said quietly, dark eyes flashing at yours angrily. His whole body was stiff and tense.

Your mind went blank for a moment, eyes wide as you leaned back. You weren’t sure how to respond to that at all. “What?”

Levi huffed, frustrated, “You left immediately, you’ve been avoiding me ever since, you won’t even look me in the eye.” He counted the transgressions on his hand for emphasis but he didn’t get in your face like you just had to him despite being exasperated.

“I…I said as much in the tent, didn’t I? I was happy I did it.” You stumbled over your words, trying to defend yourself. When he laid everything out like that it had your mind racing to think back to every other interaction you’d had with him in the last couple of days. Had you been overly cold to him? Was he…hurt? “Levi, have you been upset this whole time because you thought I hated it?”

“I’m not upset.” He muttered, not looking you in the eye. He clicked his tongue when he realised you were looking at him and turned to lean on the rim of the bath basin, knuckles white as he gripped it. You swallowed, considering your next words carefully, “Do you have any idea…I was acting cool for your sake. I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t handle being a normal member of the squad after…that.” You gently laid a hand on his shoulder, he tensed but didn’t shrug it off, “Hey. I just didn’t want you to think I was a clingy virgin, okay?”

Levi still wasn’t looking at you. Cautiously, your hand migrates to the back of his neck. Even in a hot, damp room you can still smell the scent of tea clinging to his clothes. Your thumb traces the bottom of his hairline. The undercutted hair had grown back, he hasn’t shaved since being back.

“You need to cut your hair, it’s getting long. Well, for you, at least.” You smiled wryly and gave a strand of his hair a playful tug. Levi sighed with a shudder, finally releasing the tension in his shoulders.

He turned his head slightly towards you, finally speaking, “Want to do it for me?”

“I’ve never done that before, what if I fuck up your hair?”

“Then I’ll court-martial you, obviously.” He said, deadpan.

Levi smiled slightly at your quiet giggle bouncing off the bathroom walls, “Come on, I’ll show you what to do.”

Levi’s fingers found your wrist again, more gently this time, as he led you to the sink. He grabbed a chair pushed up against the wall and sat in front of the basin before sitting down, bending low to rifle through the cupboards and retrieving a small box. He set it on the side and opened it. There were a handful of things inside but the thing that caught your eye was a glint of metal in the low light from a sharp looking razor.

Levi’s reflection caught your eyes in his, it made your stomach flutter and in a way that annoyed you. He shouldn’t be allowed to be this pretty, not after the way he had been the last couple of days. Unfortunately you were finding it increasingly difficult to stay mad, “You need to wash my hair first.”

You smiled despite yourself, “Do I now? You’ll need to take your shirt off otherwise it’ll get wet.”

He silently looked down and unbuttoned his shirt. You caught your own eyes lingering as more and more of his skin was slowly revealed. You glanced away and tutted at nothing in particular, choosing instead to focus on the box he pulled out until he handed you the crisp shirt, you took it and dropped it with your own pile of clothes.

He made a disgusted noise, “Don’t just dump it on the floor.”

“Shush. Put your head back.” You ignored his complaints and ran the water from the tap, flicking your fingers underneath to test the temperature. Once satisfied you wrapped a towel around the back of his neck and ran your hand down his jaw, tipping his chin with the smallest amount of pressure so that his hair dipped into the water. Levi leaned into your touch, eyes closed. It was hard to stop the small smile playing on your lips as you watched him melt, who knew that humanity's strongest soldier loved being pampered?

You leaned close to his head and you lathered your hands with the soap, “Ready?” You murmured.

Levi grunted, not opening his eyes. You hummed as you scooped up some water from the bowl and let it run down his head before sinking your fingers deep into his dark locks. With his eyes closed it was hard to resist your own from wandering. His chest rising and falling peacefully, throat bobbing as he swallowed through your fingertips reaching his scalp. You wanted to touch more than his hair.

“You’re breathing on me.” He murmured, eyes still closed.

You cupped some of the water and let it wash away the soap, sinking your fingers into his head once more to make sure it was all out. “Shut up. I’m trying to concentrate.” You grinned, purposefully blowing on his ear.

Levi’s eyes flicked open and watched you as you squeezed the excess water out. You picked up the razor from the box and turned to him, “What do I do now?”

Levi licked his lips, very much not looking at the razor.

“Take it off.”

The reaction was immediate. Breath quickening and your heartbeat dropping in between your legs, the effect those three little words had on you was almost shameful. But it wasn’t just those words was it? It was the smell of him, the feel of his warm skin underneath your fingertips, the dark look he was giving you right now. Hell, it started when he first walked in and looked you up and down in your towel even if you were too angry to admit it then.

When you didn’t move his fingers snaked around your wrist, pads settling on your pulse points before slowly reaching to the fold of the towel. It didn’t take much pulling for the towel to come undone and fall away. He hummed, fingers running over the side of your hip. You watched, razor still in hand, as he ran his thumb over the bone of your hip. Fingers pushed into the fat of your thighs, pulling you closer. “Gorgeous.”

“Levi…” You warned. Hot breath fanned over your stomach as his hand wrapped around yours, slipping the razor from it. He placed it carefully on the side of the sink before returning his attention to you, wrapping a calloused hand around the back of your thigh. He smirked at your flushed expression.

“What? We can’t make up?” He cocked his head. You place a hand on his shoulder, inhaling sharply when his fingers grazed your inner thigh, “I haven’t done anything. Yet.” His lips ghosted over your stomach.

It was the anticipation. Knowing his fingers had been there before, knowing what they felt like. The argument, touching him again, and now this. You didn’t need to check yourself to know you were slick between your thighs already. The blood pounding in your head was making you dizzy, or was that him? You moaned softly when he slipped his fingers in between your legs, cupping your cunt.

Levi exhaled, looking up to your face with a smirk as his fingers dipped in between your folds and teasing the wet lips, “Sit down.”

He pulled you down and you sat on his thighs, facing him. He spread his legs wide, pulling yours open and held you firmly by your waist, “I’m going to fall.” You complained.

“No, you won’t.” Levi said simply. One hand on your back holding you up, the other swiping ever so softly over your slit. You squirm at his light touch, holding tightly onto his shoulders.

“Stay still, or I will drop you.” He murmured, fingers touching you everywhere except where you needed it most.

“How long have we got in here? The next person will be in soon.” You mumbled, impatient.

“We have plenty of time.”

You held in a huff, focusing instead on his hands. You watched intensely as he ran two fingers down the centre of your cunt, wetting them, before slowly sliding them inside. Your leg twitched and you both groaned in unison. You were tense in his lap, not wanting to writhe and fall off but the alternative was keeping your legs spread and feeling every agonisingly slow drag of his fingers to the full.

Levi drank in every reaction. Your chest rising and falling rapidly already, lips parted as you panted against his neck, the way you squeezed his fingers every time he pulled them out as if you needed them inside you. The cold shoulder he’d been getting from you for the past few days was long forgotten now that you clung to him sweet as honey in his arms. Had he ever enjoyed taking it this slowly with someone before? He curled his fingers inside you and you twitched around him, whimpering softly in his ear. No, definitely not. This was becoming addictive, it was all that was on his mind since the first time.

He ran his hand up to the back of your neck, rubbing it idly. “This is better. Tell me how you feel.” He said thickly, tone content.

You whined softly, pushing your hot face into his neck as you felt yourself squeezing his fingers, “Levi…more.”

Levi clicked his tongue at your impatience, why would you want to rush this moment when it was so sweet? He cupped the side of your face and shifted your head so you were facing him, taking your expression in for a moment. “If you want more, move your hips.”

Your lip quivered as you took a shaky breath. You looked down, frowning as you ground your hips into his hand. You groaned and Levi pulled you in tightly by your waist, “That’s it.” He gasped, the heel of his palm pressed firmly into your clit as you fucked yourself on his fingers. Your chest heaved, head leaning back as you lost yourself in the sensation. Levi teeth grazed the base of your throat and you caught sight of yourself in the sink mirror. Your eyes were so dilated they were almost black, and flushed all the way to your tits. Your thighs burned from the repeated action but half of your bucking was involuntary at this point. You watched your hips roll and pick up the pace, looking back to Levi who was watching you with a hungry adoration. It made the tension in your cunt threaten to spill over. You pushed your face into his, nipping at his parted lips.

You pulled back and cupped his face, “Levi, I’m…gunna cum.” You gasped. He hummed in agreement, placing a brief kiss on your lips before sitting back and watching you completely fall apart.

The high that follows you afterward is even better than the last time in his tent. You stared deeply into him with a blank expression, not quite wrapping your head around how it’s possible to feel so blissful in a single moment. You blink slowly as he shifted underneath you, pulling you up onto your feet. A whine started rumbling in your throat as your weak thighs tried miserably to support you.

“Here.” Levi took your hands and placed them on the sink. You stared down at them with bleary eyes as he manoeuvred you and took position behind you. He placed a single, searing hand on your hip while the other wrapped around your jaw and pulled your head up to match his gaze in the mirror. You clenched around nothing when your eyes met. The look he was giving you was feral, more aligned with someone wanting to eat you than fuck you.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to do this again?” He held your face firmly, talking to your reflection. You shivered against him, feeling his hot hand running up your back and wrapping around your waist. His fingertips found your erect nipple, lightly rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You pushed against him instinctively and shook your head, feeling his need well enough digging into your thigh.

He grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed before unbuckling his pants. He pushed into your soaked cunt all the way to the hilt in one go, shuddering when he couldn’t go in any further. You whimpered, trying to adjust to the feeling of being taken from behind. How did it feel so different? Tears burned your eyes at the intensity of it, feeling so completely full all at once. It almost felt like there wasn’t room to breathe, and he was reaching a completely new depth.

“Now we're running out of time.” Levi rasped, snapping his hips into yours.

You tightened on his cock suddenly, choking out a wail and he drove into you repeatedly. You got no respite whatsoever from the mind-numbing flush that bloomed in your wet cunt with every thrust. Your legs shook as you struggled to hold yourself up. You were getting light headed again, weak from already cumming hard once you squeezed your eyes shut and leaning into it.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you.” He growled, pulling your head back.

The feeling of your ass cushioning his hips as he buried himself in you, mixed with the sight of your blown out eyes watching him fuck you desperately was driving him wild. Levi wanted to burn this image into your brain. Of yourself getting fucked from behind, an arm wrapped around your waist with his other hand placed over your throat possessively. A mere virgin days ago, now trembling in his arms as you came onto his cock for the second time. He was the only one to have seen you like this, ever. He’d never been possessive of a damn thing in his life, but the thought of you showing this to anyone else brought him nothing but cold fury. It made him want to fuck you harder, deeper, mould you to the shape of him once and for all.

You were pushed up so hard against the sink it was digging into your stomach but you barely felt it. The only thing you could feel was Levi’s cock claiming every inch inside you, he wasn’t giving you anytime to recover from your orgasm and his torturous pace was only tightening the coil in your sensitive cunt once more. The noises erupting from your throat weren’t in your control anymore, your jaw was slack and lips trembling as Levi reached forward and ran his fingers over your swollen clit. You yelped and clamped down on him.

He moaned, rubbing your clit in rough, fast circles, “Again.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as you came hard, knees buckling. You choked out a sob as he held you up and ruthlessly fucked you through your climax. You could feel something wet dripping down your legs and the squelching of your dripping cunt was only concealed by your mindless pleas. You didn’t even know what you were begging for, you couldn’t think, just babble endlessly through your tears.

Levi exclaimed, fingers digging into your hip as his cock twitched inside you. He clung to you tightly as he pumped his release into you, panting out faint whimpers onto your back. You stayed like that for a short moment, catching your breath and waiting for the pulsing to slow. When his weight started to lean on you, you made a sound of protest as your knees struggled to support you both.

Levi groaned as he pulled out, arm snaking around your ribs to lay his hand flat on your sternum. He gently urged you up, rewarding you with kisses fluttered over your shoulders when you complied. “Levi…” You whispered.

“Yeah?”

You leaned against the sink and wiped the sweat from your forehead, sighing breathlessly, “Was that…Sina, is this going to become a regular occurrence?”

Levi ran his hand through his wet hair, “Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know.” Your mind was racing with all kinds of variables. What if you got caught and Levi’s reputation suffered, what if it soured and you grew to hate each other, what if-

“Don’t think about what you should do, or what’s allowed. What do you want?” Levi regarded you seriously, reaching for your hand and holding it in his own.

Your eyes flicked down to his lips as he spoke. Nobody had ever been interested in what you wanted. Most of your childhood was spent making your parents proud, then your professors, then your squad supervisors. Not one person had ever given a fuck about where you wanted to be, or what you wanted to do.

“I don’t want to stop.” You said softly, the words forming before you had even finished your thought.

“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.” Levi smiled, gripping the back of your knee and guiding your leg around his waist, “We have three days to catch up on.” His breath hot on your neck made a shiver ripple across your back and you tilted your head eagerly.

A loud knock echoed off the tiled walls. “Fuck.” Levi rasped against your neck.

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standing at the crossroads: chapter 6

Captain Levi is your lover. But more importantly, he’s your superior, and you’re well prepared to follow him to hell if he needs you to. And when people start turning into titans, and every bloody death is one step closer to the truth, hell may be exactly where you’re going.

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chapter warnings: female!reader, canon-typical violence, character death, torture, dark thoughts

a/n: hello hello!! originally this chapter was going to be longer and cover the entire arc, but i’ve decided to split it into two and so the story will have ten chapters instead of nine as originally planned. this chapter was just getting way too long and i think it works better as a two parter, since the first part of this season is so emotionally packed. happy reading, loves <3

“Hey!” Oluo cries. “Gunther has it, get him!”

“I’ll get both of you!” you shriek, whacking him across the shoulder before moving on to your next target. Instead of cowering in fear, Gunther grabs a wet dishrag and aims straight at your face.

“Don’t you dare—“

Too late. A sopping (and probably filthy) rag hits your cheek with a splotch that makes Petra gasp, muffling her snickers under her palm.

In a motion that feels too slow, you peel it off, staring at Gunther in a way you’ve probably never looked at any titan.

“Count your seconds.”

“Oluo!” he shouts, tossing the worth-more-than-his-life bracelet straight over your head. Oluo protests, says he’s not playing anymore, but catches the bracelet anyway, dangling it maddeningly right before your very eyes.

“If one of you breaks it, I swear to Rose, I will take you to court!”

“Not the courts,” Gunther moans dramatically, throwing a hand over his eyes. “Please, the only way you could get a judge to side with you is if you sucked his—”

“You’re vile,” you say flatly, right as Petra butts in to gasp, “Too far!”

Now much more inclined to help you out, Petra leans over from where she’s sitting and snatches the bracelet from Oluo’s grasp to toss it to you. Aiming well, you raise your arm up so that it falls smoothly onto your wrist, a motion that both Petra and Oluo catch and roll their eyes at.

Blowing a kiss to the two of them, you toss the rag at Gunther without looking. It hits him much harder than it hit you, smack on his nose, shooting him into a harsh sneeze. “Ah—ah—Eld!” He points to you as you advance, raising his arms in defense mid laugh.

“Yeah, that’s enough, you got your eye for an eye,” Eld claims, grabbing you from behind.

“Ooh, Jinn, I’m your superior officer, you had better let me go right now—”

“Come on, Lieutenant,” Petra hums sweetly, sliding off the counter, “Go easy on him, he’s just jealous he can’t match your strength—watch it, Gunther!” She narrowly ducks from what is now clearly a rag that will be used more for horsing around than for cleaning, hiding behind you with a shriek.

“Hey, Lieutenant!” Gunther grins. “You’re doing the dish cleaning, right? I think it was all of us cleaning the table and you doing all the dishes tonight. That’s what the captain said.”

Oluo nods. “Definitely what I heard.”

You turn, affronted, to Petra, who’s shaking her head. “Don’t listen to them. I’ll help you with the dishes.”

“I’ll hold your bracelet,” Eld offers, chortling. You stick your tongue out at him. “You good with that, Lieutenant?”

You don’t remember what you said, but right now, yes, you are wholly fine with that situation.

Can a moment last forever?

“Lieutenant?”

Eld’s face blurs, as Petra’s grip on your shoulders seems to fade away.

“Lieutenant? Lieutenant!”

Blinking rapidly, you look to the side, where Connie is holding his hand out expectantly. His brows are furrowed worriedly.

Oh.

That’s probably something you should get out of the habit of doing. What good will it do for anyone if you compare the old squad versus the new squad? Although, considering you’ve been doing it for months, you’re hardly likely to stop doing it now. But still, acknowledgement is the first step and all that.

Passing him the plate to dry, you apologize quietly before washing your hands clean of dishwater.

It’s not really fair to the team for you to compare them. Not just in terms of skill—aside from Mikasa, the elite squad naturally had years of experience on soldiers that only joined the Scouts a few months ago which put them far above others. But even speaking of personality, you had been friends with adults around your age, and these were kids who, while definitely had seen their fair share of shit, had not experienced the same hardships as you and therefore could not relate the same.

That doesn’t mean you haven’t grown fond of them, though. And each of them have their own reasons to be here. Eren to take back Wall Maria, Armin to see the outside world, Mikasa to take care of her friends, Jean because he’s more goodhearted than he wants to believe, Sasha because she’s braver than half the soldiers in the military, and Connie because he has to make the Beast Titan pay. And you’ve felt each of those sentiments. You get it.

As for Krista—Historia—you’re not entirely sure she wants to be here. But she, more so than the others, doesn’t really have a choice.

Currently, an experiment is underway, and you, Sasha and Connie are to guard the house while Hange and the others attempt to get Eren to create some kind of hardening. You don’t know all the details, but you do know that nothing is working.

“Lieutenant, will you tell Captain Levi if I don’t sweep the windows?”

You snort, amused. The fact that he even has to ask speaks very poorly of your image. “Of course not. They look clean enough. Did he actually tell you to do that?”

“He said to clean…” Connie gestures vaguely over the entire area. “All this.”

Sounds like Levi. “Yeah, well, I saw you broom, mop and wipe the counter off. So as far as I’m concerned, you’re done. Go on, take a break.”

“I’m not tired,” he says immediately, “Can I join Sasha outside on patrol?”

“Oh, uh...” You frown, but nod. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

It’s not like you can say anything to him, not when you try to take as many patrol shifts as you can every day. There’s an…unrest? Maybe that’s not the right word for it, but worry sounds too light and paranoia too heavy. You have to protect Eren and Historia. So far there have been no direct attacks or attempts to seize them, but that hasn’t stopped you from hiding just in case.

No one aside from you or Levi is allowed to go into town, and even then you have to be careful. Usually, it’s only to restock on supplies or provide reports. You know that Levi will head from the experiment area to where Erwin has been staying. Sometimes he spends the nights, sometimes he comes home to catch his regular two hours of sleep.

And, you know that even if you hadn’t basically terminated your relationship, a house filled with fifteen year olds was no place for alone time. Of the romantic sort, or the…other sort.

Fuck. How long has it been? You don’t even remember.

Even amidst all the terrible things, and the justification that you’re doing Levi a favor by doing this, you can’t deny how badly you miss his touch. His fingers. His mouth. His…his…

You suck in a sharp breath through your teeth. Connie and Sasha are outside, the others aren’t back yet, you’re alone in the house and you’ve already moved to the girls’ room where you sleep.

There’s a limit to how much you can abstain.

So hesitantly, you cup your own chin, trying to grip it the same way Levi did all the time. Assertive, yet sweet. But that’s beyond you. Or at least you think so. Maybe he would disagree. God, you miss touching him. The way he’d whine if you nipped a particular spot on his neck. How you could spread him out all pretty on his bed and take your time mapping out his body. How he’d take equally as long with you, and wouldn’t let up until he was satisfied with the amount of times he made you come.

Since you’re not in a relationship with him anymore, then it feels wrong to do this. But you don’t have to think about him, you reason, as your hand gently squeezes one of your breasts over the uniform. You could think about some other short, dark haired, ace soldier. There were plenty of those.

It’s been a while since you’ve been able to get past the grief enough to even consider doing something like this. Not that it’s a good way of coping, but it’s a way regardless.

Taking a deep breath, you trace your index finger against the hem of your pants, just about ready to push them down.

Right as you’re about to let your thumb brush over where you need Levi’s touch the most, someone yells outside.

Well, that kills any libido you might have had.

Dashing outside, you’re met with the sign of a distraught Mikasa, a disgusted Jean, and a more monstrous than usual looking Eren with his face covered in what you assume is titan matter. You can’t stop your own horrified grimace. “What happened?”

“Hange,” Mikasa mutters through gritted teeth. Behind her, Armin shakes his head, as if to tell you please don’t push it. You take his advice and take Eren’s other arm from Jean, slinging it over your shoulder. “He needs rest.”

Yeah, that much is obvious. You and Mikasa, with Armin trailing behind, help Eren in, lying him flat on what’s mostly become his recover-from-experimentation bed. As she starts trying to gently pry the disgusting stuff from his face, you close the door to the room, blocking the rest of them from seeing. Whatever happens, you doubt Eren will live it down.

Once you’ve fetched a warm bucket of water and a few sponges, the three of you begin to thoroughly clean and scrub his face. Thankfully, he’s unconscious, you’re not really sure how painful it would be if he wasn’t.

After it’s all done, you advise, “Alright, let him sleep it off. I think you and Jean are taking the next patrol, Armin.”

That’s a nice way of putting it, you know they’re taking the next patrol because you’re in charge of the patrol schedule. You tried your best to do it in the best possible way for all involved—Eren and Historia weren’t allowed to at all, Mikasa worked best with Armin or Sasha, Jean and Connie had the most fun together, and so forth. Your team creating skills could join your long list of Useful Things You Did For The Scouts in the resume you’ve been taking such pains to build up.

And as much as you find yourself comparing this squad to the new one, the companionship has been good for you. At the very least, it helps you when you miss the companionship of one person in particular. Some people might call your actions motherly. You see yourself as more of a cool older sister type.

Either way, things are slow, frustrating, and boring, but they’re peaceful.

For now.

As you absentmindedly stir a teaspoon in your cup of black tea that you don’t plan on drinking (milk doesn’t come easy in the safehouse, but you do your best to keep tea bags stocked up), the door opens. Levi’s back.

His gaze falls over to where you’re sitting, not even needing any time to adjust to the darkness inside. “How’s Eren?” he questions quietly, shrugging off his black suit.

“Alright. He woke up a bit earlier, he seemed fine.” You stand, setting the cup down to take the suit from him and drape it over your arm. “Can I get you anything, sir?”

Even now, Levi slightly grimaces at the title. With him as the superior and you as the subordinate, you never had to get used to being called anything other than your first or last name by him. But Levi had a particular preference for you calling him by name when you were alone. Something like captain or sir was a pointed reminder of where you two stood.

You’d think that he would have gotten used to it by now.

“No thanks,” is all he grunts softly, “who’s after Jean and Armin for patrol?”

“Mikasa and I are. I was just waiting for the last shift to finish before waking her.” (Although, knowing Mikasa, she’s likely already awake.)

“Switch her out. You and I can patrol.”

Not an uncommon switch, especially at night, when Levi barely sleeps anyway. “Yes, sir.”

You turn to go and inform Mikasa when a hand seizes your wrist.

After months of no intimate touch, with Levi’s fingers pressing right up against your pulse, you gasp, whipping your head around so fast you swear you hear a crack.

The captain tugs you closer, until your hand is skimming across his chest, until your heart is leaping out of your throat. There must be something wrong with you. That’s the only explanation for why there’s suddenly a heat between your legs just from this proximity when you’ve literally seen him naked multiple times.

“Lieutenant,” he whispers, tilting his head to the side to speak in your ear. You shudder—it’s too much too fast. The title, the closeness, the way he’s practically purring, for fuck’s sake. A part of you had grown so used to Levi being gentle with you that you’d forgotten that he could be incredibly fucking mean when he wanted to be.

“Y—“ Your voice gets caught in your throat, and you curse inwardly. “Yes?”

His fingers brush against your nape, pads pressing in exactly where he knows is the most sensitive spot on your skin. You whine, unable to help it, thoughts going straight back to earlier today when you’d been foolish enough to believe anyone, even you, could provide the same feelings Levi dragged from you without even trying.

He pulls back, a thread of loose hair in his hands that he discards to the side so casually that you could swear there’d been nothing at all. “Just getting that for you.”

Asshole.

“See you outside.”

And then he leaves, just like that.

Asshole.

The worst part is, you can’t even be pissed, because that little sip of water, after months of wandering in a desert for ages, has hydrated you more than drinking all the water within the walls ever could.

When you open the door and see Hange looking much more grim than usual, you already guess someone must have died. And as it turns out, you’re right.

Pastor Nick, killed in the dark of the night, without any wall to pray to for mercy.

Hange tells you everything, from how his nails were ripped off—your own nails dig into your palm, as if to reaffirm that they’re still there—to how the ones “investigating” the matter are the most likely culprits. There’s a certain fume to Hange’s words that is more than her usual passion, bleeding into true anger.

All this confirms what you’ve been nervous about for months. The government, specifically, the Military Police, is after the Scouts. There’s something deeper at work here, you realize, as Levi voices the same opinion out loud, but you also recognize that not all the Scouts are responsible for this, and yet all of them are going to pay for it. This is a well placed kick to the regiment that has been a thorn in the military’s side ever since it was created.

The door bursts open. “Captain Levi, sir!” Nifa walks in hurriedly, making you stand. “I have a message from Commander Erwin. I went to tell him about Pastor Nick, but he gave me this and sent me off.”

Levi’s eyes scan over the note she’s handed him, and then, “Get your gear, now. We’re leaving.”

He hands you the note as everyone stands, rushing to obey without any further questions, detecting the urgency of the matter. It’s only a few sentences, but the one that stands out most is the last.

They’re coming.

You swallow, but give the note to Hange and go to collect your own gear, making sure to grab essentials on the way. Then you fill everyone’s packs with some non-perishables and toss them on the table one by one for them to collect. Luckily, the squad is speedy, and you make it out of the not so safe safehouse in time to see MPs break down the door from a comfortable distance away.

“The bastards,” Hange mutters under her breath, “with a freeze on Scout activity, who’s to say what would happen if Wall Rose was breached right now?”

Levi explains the situation to the others, finishing with the MP’s orders. “We’re to hand over Eren and Historia.”

Eren and Historia, clearly the centerpieces of whatever conspiracy this is turning out to be. Just what is the government doing, and how long have they been keeping everyone else in the dark?

“Captain, I didn’t have time to tell you, but some MPs came for the commander right after I left him.”

From the way she says it, you realize it’s a nice way of saying that Erwin has been placed under arrest. “What, like he’s some kind of criminal?” Hange growls.

The conversation you had with the commander a few months ago replays in your head, and you find yourself surprisingly relating to Hange’s anger. If there’s anything he should be arrested for, not forking over two children shouldn’t be one of them.

Hange and Levi figure out the next course of action quickly, as you keep both eyes trained on the MPs searching the house. As one of them leaves the house, you see a tiny crumpled rose in one of their hands that you recognize from a piece of jewelry you’d kept stashed under your bed.

Julia had gifted you those right before you left home for the first time.

Whatever. Not the most valuable thing you own, right? Yeah, they were just earrings.

Hange heads out first, leaving everyone besides Moblit with Levi Squad. It’ll be a bit of a trip to Trost, but at least there’s a plan.

(You don’t miss Jean’s irritated twitch when he hears it, though.)

“Any chance we can get some intel from Shackel?” Levi questions as everyone starts moving.

“Oh, that’s a real funny joke. There’s no way.” Millie making your life easier? Not only would going to Stohess be dangerous, but you’re not even sure that she’d actually help. Not that she’d arrest you, or turn you in—but you know that if she were to come and ask you to hand over Eren, you wouldn’t do it either. Comrades before camaraderie, or whatever the phrase was. She has her code, you have yours.

“We won’t waste our time, then. You’ll be with Hange’s squad. Trail the wagon that Eren and Historia are in, don’t let it out of your sight.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll meet up with you once someone’s taken the bait. Alert me immediately if something goes wrong.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Should it come down to it, you fight your way out of the situation.”

“Yes.” You breathe. “Sir.”

“We’ll see you soon, Captain.” Nifa salutes to him. As per usual, he doesn’t respond in kind, but he nods at her before you set off.

In your head, you imagine he wishes you good luck.

As it turns out, following a cart discreetly is a task that is equal parts easy and difficult. Easy because the cart moves slowly, due to the crowd. Difficult, because due to the same crowd, it’s next to impossible to be discreet. With Keiji driving the cart and Abel on the roof opposite from you, you and Nifa choose to settle down on a rooftop you can see the whole crowd from (a place where they hopefully won’t see you too).

It’d be real nice if the crowd parted and actually let the cart move. The longer Eren and Historia stay in Trost, the less their chances are of getting out unscathed, and the more on edge you feel.

“All clear,” Nifa mutters. She signals to Abel, who sends the same message back. “See anything, Lieutenant?”

“No. Clear on my end too.” Nifa confirms this to Abel, before the two of you lean back against separate roofs, sighing simultaneously.

“The king just had to have his coronation anniversary today.”

“On the anniversary of his coronation?” She chuckles as you grin wryly. “I think that’s how it’s supposed to go, unfortunately.”

“Yeah, unfortunately for us.”

There’s silence for a few moments. From where he’s driving the cart, Keiji scratches the back of his ear. Just a few more minutes.

“(F/N),” Nifa speaks up again, “how are you holding up? We haven’t had the chance to talk in a while, I’ve been meaning to check up on you.”

“Have you?” For some reason, you’re surprised.

“Yeah. After…you know. The 57th.”

“Oh.” You’re not sure why, but the question doesn’t depress you like it does when someone else mentions it. Much like Millie, Nifa is different because she was actually there, she knew them as actual people and not just as the indestructible Levi Squad. You want to say, “I’m okay, but…”

Nifa leans forward, putting her hand over your arm. “But?”

“But…” Taking a deep breath, you continue. “Do you ever feel like we’re cursed?” Your fingers curl into your palm, meeting the eyes of a woman who you’ve known for years and, due to your shared experiences, feel like you’ve known even longer. “The 101st, I mean. I know that so many of the top ten joined the Scouts since Wall Maria had just fallen, but…it’s not normal for us to die like this when we’re supposed to be so skilled, is it? Petra, Gunther…”

“Stephen,” Nifa murmurs quietly.

Some wounds heal. That one never seems to. Every time, the same painful feeling in your stomach, like you’re seeing him get eaten all over again.

“I agree,” she says firmly, “it’s not normal. But like you said, so many of us—what, six, seven?—we joined the Scouts, which isn’t normal either. I—I don’t think we’re cursed, I think…I think that we’re brave. Besides,” Nifa smiles, “some of us are still alive and kicking. You, me, Rashad, Ricky, Jack…” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at the last name, and it makes you laugh quietly.

“Yeah.” Then, with more conviction, “Yeah, you’re right.” You hold her wrist against your palm then, remembering what she’d said once. ”All of us are one matching set, right?”

Her eyes shine, lost in the same memory you are. “That we are.”

Focusing your attention back on the cart, you breathe out steadily. You hope that Jean and Armin are okay, and that the plan is going the way Levi intended.

Speaking of which, he drops down next to you. “Captain,” Nifa greets.

“Well?”

“The road’s crowded, but I’ve seen nothing unusual. It’s not far to Commander Pyxis’ from here, so I think we’re good, but how’s the body double mission?”

“A success.” Both you and Nifa turn to him with furrowed brows.

“You don’t seem very pleased about that.”

Levi’s eyes become just slightly sharper as he surveys the cart. “I’m not.”

Is he saying that it’s been too easy? From that, you conclude that Jean and Armin were never in any real danger and are likely either already safe or getting to safety now. But that should be a relief, unless…unless…

It’s a trap? Are you playing into the MP’s hands? No, there’s no way they’d expect you to just have soldiers that could serve as body doubles. And if this was a trap, wouldn’t you all already be exposed?

“Nifa.” Levi’s shoulder touches yours. “You’ve heard of Kenny the Ripper?”

Immediately, your senses are on alert. What is he trying to say?

“That mass murderer in the capital?” Nifa sounds surprised, but not overly concerned. “The one who slit the throats of over a hundred MPs? Of course, but I always thought he was just an urban legend.”

No, you have the privilege of knowing that he wasn’t a legend. But, as Levi had told you one night, as he stroked your hair, he must have been caught and executed by now, and that’s why no more MPs were dying. At the time, the reveal had been more jarring than scary. The man who raised Levi, the one who left him, that Kenny, was the same Kenny that you were warned about whenever you tried to leave your house too late at night. The fact that Levi had been raised by a serial killer, something he’d admitted to you in a long conversation post nightmare, had just been something that made you hold him closer so that you could kiss over his eyelids softly.

He was real, but was is the key word. Kenny the Ripper is dead. But why would Levi bring him up, unless he suspects that…maybe he’s not?

“Captain,” you start, “what—”

Levi moves all of a sudden—before you can blink, he has his arm wrapped around you crushing you into him as he shouts, “Nifa!”

Bang.

Red splotches splash onto your cheek as you stare, wide-eyed, at where a woman had just been sitting.

“Ni…fa?”

You’re being bullied back behind the roof, but you can’t tear your eyes away. Nifa was just there. Nifa and you had been talking not even a minute ago, about how you couldn’t possibly be cursed.

And now she’s lying there in a mess of her own blood? That…can’t be right…

Another loud bang. From across the street, Abel falls as well, down to the street.

But the shooter is on the same roof as you. If they had shot Abel, he would have fallen the opposite way.

“Long time, Levi.” The unfamiliar voice brings your attention to how much you’re shaking. Levi’s grip on you is so tight you feel like you’re choking. “Still a runt or have you grown some?”

Who…?

There’s a series of whizzes, and for a second you think the squad has come to help. But the people who rise out from above buildings on all sides are most certainly not people you know. They are people with guns, guns that are definitely not standard MP rifles nor anything that would be useful in a fight against titans.

You’re surrounded. Nifa and Abel are dead. You’re surrounded.

A cheer that rattles you like a war cry sounds from above you as a man jumps, guns trained on both you and Levi. “Nope!” he crows. “Don’t look like you’ve changed much at all, boy.”

It clicks all at once. This is—

“Kenny!” Levi bellows.

He throws his blade with full force, a shot that would kill you, would kill most people, but the man swings it away like child’s play and raises his gun.

You and Levi both jump into motion at the same time. He throws his cape above both of you, throwing off the shot. Meanwhile, you reel back, terrified out of your goddamn mind, and kick him square in his chest.

It sends him toppling over the edge, and you on the opposite side. With the blood rushing in your ears, you don’t even hear the familiar whizz to confirm that Levi didn’t hit the ground, but right now you can’t scale over the building and check because there is someone hot on your tail.

Someone very, very hot on your tail.

Someone who has no intentions of letting you go back and help the captain.

“Dammit!” You curse out loud, soaring above the streets of Trost as your new fan fires a shot that just barely misses you. “Everyone get inside!”

Thankfully, many people listen. Gunshot sounds can be pretty convincing, after all.

Okay, okay, you have to—duck!—think. You have to get to Levi, no, to the squad, as fast as possible. You know these streets, you’ve spent so much time in Trost, you know where to go.

Under this bridge. Over this building. Around the tower to circle back—shit!

The woman chasing you raises both her guns and shoots at you. Reeling back, you toss yourself straight on your back mid air. The bullets speed so close to you that you’re sure they take at least a few locks of your hair with them.

How are you supposed to fight someone who has guns with measly swords? Trick question, you can’t. The only choice you have is to immobilize her before she can kill you.

With a place in mind, you take off again, with your pursuer right behind.

If not for her weapons, you’d have the advantage. You’re more fluid and fast in the air, although you suspect she’s only slightly slowed because of the gear she’s wearing. Too bad—you can’t—fucking—take a closer look.

Just a little more. Just a little further, you can’t die yet.

Up ahead, right beyond an outdoor cafe, is a construction site that you are confident enough to believe you can get through. But no one who doesn’t have any time to prepare should do the same. With any luck, she’ll hit something and crash, likely bringing down the entire site with her. You can feel bad about the loss of all that hard work later, for now the fact that there’s no workers on site is quite enough for you.

Just to confirm she’s not going to pull another fast one on you, you turn to look, only to see her gun raised once more.

You almost scoff. Even before she fires, you know there’s no way that shot can hit, her aim is way off.

It’s right after she fires that you realize her intention.

Snap, goes your right wire.

Before the blade can leave your arm, you decide to do some damage too. Throwing it as hard as you can while you fall, you watch as it forces one gun out of her hand and makes her drop the other in surprise.

A woman screams as you barrel in her direction, barely rolling out of the way before your remaining wire throws you down to the spot where she was just standing and then throws you up again.

Ah, shit, this is gonna hurt.

With a shriek of, “Please get out of the way!” you hurtle straight towards the tables of the outdoor cafe, gripping onto your single wire with all your might before crash landing, hard. What you think is mashed potatoes spreads over your shoes as you skid, and you only have enough time to outstretch your arms to catch yourself as you topple over the table and flip back up, gasping. That was all dance lessons, cadet training be damned.

As expected, people run. Good, good, you can’t worry about them when the woman chasing you has landed just a couple hundred feet away, gun less but no less dangerous.

Your back touches the wall. There’s no hiding spots in sight.

You look to the sides. Civilians fleeing in all directions, some watching, still unsure. You look up, where there wouldn’t be a clear escape route even if you did have functioning gear. Finally, you look straight ahead, at the assailant making her way towards you.

After a pause, your eyes widen.

“Traute?” you whisper in disbelief.

There’s no mistaking it. That dangerously blonde hair, and a pair of the most focused eyes you’ve ever seen. She looks as uptight as she always did in the Cadet Corp, whether she was training or simply relaxing in the barracks. The guns you knocked out of her hands (and probably dented) contribute nothing to her frightening demeanor.

She stands like someone in control.

“Hello, (F/N).” From the table next to her, she picks up a knife. “I’m here to kill you.”

“Oh, is that all?” And here you thought you were in trouble. “And you’re going to all this trouble just for me?”

“Don’t be silly, we have orders to dispose of anyone who gets in our way.” Traute rolls her eyes, twirling the knife in her hand. You keep shifting your gaze between her face and what could easily become a volatile projectile. “Kenny’s hardly concerned with Captain Levi’s little whore.”

You scoff, quickly darting your eyes to confirm everyone has evacuated. “Oh yeah, I’ve never heard that one before. Which tabloid do you keep up with, Caven? Didn’t take you for much of a gossip.”

She doesn't answer, and for some reason, that makes you angrier.

And you have every right to be angry. She’s following a man who—

“Do you remember that one night, Traute?” Because you do, even if it’s a little hazy. “Me, you and Nifa went out to get drinks. I was surprised that you wanted to come, but she wasn’t. She said, everyone needs to wind down sometimes. And now…” You swallow the lump in your throat. “She’s lying on a rooftop, dead. Because this serial killer boss of yours, he killed her.”

Traute stares at you impassively for a few seconds, while you scope out the nearest weapon, much more focused on the knife in her hand and how she’s tossing it up and down carelessly.

“We are on opposite sides of a war,” she says, as though she’s explaining a textbook concept, “Should I feel sorry that my side attacked first?”

With a growl, you step closer. “You should feel sorry,” you seethe, eyes falling to the closest knife to you, “that you’re responsible for the murder of your own comrade.”

Traute moves, but luckily, you move faster.

Both your blades meet with a cutting slash right in the middle. The knives scratch against each other painfully, before she reels back and starts slashing at you with everything she’s got.

It’s all you can do to parry her attacks with your own maneuvers.

Both of you grunt as you slash at each other, aware that this is very different from playing steal the dagger or doing a little practice sparring session. You’re good, but she matches you, and you recall with a snarl that even though you ranked second, she ranked third, and for good reason.

A horrible thought strikes you. If you’re struggling this much against her, what’s happening with Levi?

It’s only a second of distraction, but it’s a rookie move regardless, and Traute takes her opening. She grabs your arm and twists it towards you, ramming you back into the wall. Gasping, you try to pull your own knife from where it’s threatening to cut into your neck, while your other hand grips hers above your head.

You’re at a deadlock.

She doesn’t even smirk victoriously, nor does she look bored. Her face is blank save for the exertion as she bears down on you, literally trying to kill you. And her expression makes what she says next even worse.

“You accuse me of being responsible for a comrade’s death, but I’m not the one who lead four of them straight to it.”

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Lips parting, your grip loosens, just a little bit.

Your own blade presses up right under your chin.

“Caven!” someone shouts. “We’ve secured them! Boss says head out!”

This time, she’s the one who makes the rookie move, turning to look at whoever just delivered the message. You aim a well placed knee to her stomach and duck under her arm, dropping the knife but regaining the space to move around.

“Hey!” the person from above shouts, but Traute must call them off because you manage to run away without any bullet hitting you. Clearly, recovering her and making sure she’s not left vulnerable is more important.

You run. You run faster than you’ve run in your entire life. There’s no doubt in your mind that if they sent one person after you, they sent an army after Levi. And what the other person said—we’ve secured them. They must mean Eren and Historia, the real ones. Doesn’t that mean your squad was defeated? Doesn’t that mean Levi’s dead?

How could you not have been there? What the hell is wrong with you? If something happened to him, if he got overwhelmed, if he didn’t make it…you’d have broken your promise to Erwin, and more importantly, you’d have failed at protecting the one person you had to protect above all else, whose life was worth far, far more than your own—

Levi’s not dead. Levi’s strong, but he’s not invincible, and if the man who literally taught him everything he knows is the one going after him, maybe he doesn’t have the usual advantage that he always does. Maybe he needs you there, to—how did Erwin describe it—take the bullet for him.

No. They’ll be at the rendezvous point. You’ll get there, and they will be there. He will be there.

Because if he’s not, you don’t know what you’ll do.

First you hear the sound of retching, which in itself makes you nauseous as well, and only serves to send off alarm bells in your head when you see who it is that’s throwing up. It’s Armin, bent over as he empties the contents of his stomach into the water.

The only time you puke is when you’re disturbed. When you’ve just seen someone die.

“Mikasa!” You rush over to where she’s rubbing Armin’s back. “Where’s—“

“They took him,” she answers before you can finish, and for a second you think she’s referring to Levi, but the large, fearful look in her eyes tells you otherwise, “Both of them. They’re gone.”

You still. “And what about the rest of the squad?”

Even though you didn’t say his name, Mikasa does. “Captain Levi is inside with the others. We’re all…” Her gaze casts over Armin, who’s pale and shivering. “Unharmed.”

She keeps her back to you as she comforts Armin, and so she misses the sag of your shoulders. Thankfully, because Eren and Krista were still taken, and you have no reason to feel so relieved. Just because Levi survived, it shouldn’t mean…

Who are you kidding? As nasty as it is, as much as you’re worried for Eren and Krista, you can’t deny that you prioritized Levi’s life over theirs, over your own.

Trying to shake off the gut feeling telling you that you’re a horrible person for that, you place a hand on Armin’s back, worried. “What happened?”

“He—“

“I killed someone,” Armin lets out in a hoarse, shaky voice, “Another person. I haven’t even killed a titan before, and I…I…”

“You had to,” Mikasa insists forcefully, “She was going to shoot Jean, what else could have done?”

Armin doesn’t answer. He looks at you, ill-faced, and asks, “Have you ever killed someone, Lieutenant?”

You’re not sure why the question sends shivers down your back. Especially when the answer is no, you haven’t. At least not someone that wasn’t trying to eat you. A human being, one who hasn’t been turned into a titan? Never.

“The captain told us not to hesitate. To kill them before they could kill us. Has he ever asked you to do that?”

No, because a need for such a thing has never come up.

Pushing his hair back, you wipe the grime from Armin’s face. “I’ve never killed anyone. But that doesn’t make me any better or worse than you, okay? Like Mikasa said, you did what you had to do.”

With that, you walk inside, where you seek out Levi right away. His eyes widen briefly when he sees you, but it’s a quick motion and no one else catches it.

You two meet in the middle of the room. You want to reach out for him, to stroke his hair and crush him against you, ask him if he’s alright. But you can’t do any of those things, because you’re standing in front of the squad and it would be…unprofessional, to put it mildly.

Before you can even tell him what happened, though, Levi takes both your hands in his and pushes your sleeves up slightly, inspecting them for injuries. Your stomach leaps, but you shake your head. “I’m fine. What about you?”

“Fine,” he repeats back, but the red stain on his grey shirt says otherwise.

“Sasha.” You don’t look away from him. “Can you stitch the captain up, please?”

At the very least, Levi doesn’t protest. He wordlessly goes to her and removes his shirt, and it’s only when you turn away from everyone and release a long, deep breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding does the exchange of reports begin. Eventually, Mikasa and Armin come back in and give their accounts as well, recalling how easily Kenny Squad had snatched Eren and Historia. And as if their ruthlessness isn’t terrifying enough, it doesn’t help that all of you are hopelessly in the dark.

Torture is barbaric. That much you’ve decided definitively. Not that it’s a groundbreaking statement or anything, but you’ve never felt it as deeply as you do now, as Levi and Hange torture the absolute shit out of the MP that killed Pastor Nick.

He doesn’t talk, and all they do is torture him even more.

You’re just relieved that no one asked you to do any of it, or even stay in the room to watch. Being right outside the room is difficult enough. Knowing what they’re doing, even though you know and agree with their reasons, is just…just…

Taking a look at your fingernails, you imagine how painful it would be if someone strapped you down, yanked your hand up, and—

You press your fingers to your mouth and shut your eyes tightly at the thought. Then you think about what you would do if it was Levi who was strapped down instead and the fear multiplies in on itself.

It also leads you down the path, wondering if you could ever be the one who does the torturing. Could you bear it? Could you go through with it? Would a part of you find some pleasure in it?

The answer should be a definite no. You don’t want to torture anyone.

Except, a name and face does pop in your head.

Traute Caven.

Traute, in the 101st with you. Traute, your comrade. Traute, who always seemed cold but never like a cold-blooded killer. Traute who should fucking pay for what she allowed to happen to Nifa.

God, Nifa. Nifa, Abel and Keiji, all dead—all given no time to prepare. Right after Nifa had just said that she didn’t think you were cursed. It didn’t support her words, that the top ten’s death count had now gone from three to four. Who’d be the next to go? Jack? Rashad? You? Traute?

If she was in front of you right now, you think you’d kill her.

And a very small voice asks if it’s really because of what she did, or because of what she said to you, what you’ve been saying to yourself since the 57th. That you, not Annie Leonhart, killed your squad by giving them orders to fight.

You shake your head and take a deep breath, ready for a long night. This, truly, is the real torture.

“If the government has a titan of their own, they’ll use it to eat Eren.”

Mikasa moves immediately, but Levi stops her, ordering you all to prepare to leave. With all the information you have now, recovering Eren and Historia is the only way to succeed.

Sorry, recovering the rightful queen and the guy they planned to feed to someone to steal his titan powers is the only way to succeed. Phrasing it like that gives it a better sense of urgency.

Turns out, with the captive MP, emotional torture worked much more efficiently.

“Major!” you call to Hange before she leaves. “I—your squad—”

While the same amount of light that was in Hange’s eyes just a couple months ago has vanished, she still wraps her hand around your thumb and murmurs, “I’m glad you’re alive, (F/N).”

You bid her good luck and she’s off, Moblit right behind.

Your squad isn’t far behind. Once everyone has the bare necessities, you move into the forest, mapping out as remote a path as you can to the Reiss estate. Armin, ever the quick thinker, points a location out to you and Levi on the map. “It’s a good place to set up camp, and this way we can gather some information in the morning. After all, we have no confirmation that Eren and Historia are actually at the Reiss estate. There’ll be MPs patrolling that we can question if we manage to get one alone, but since it’s far enough from our destination, it shouldn’t be crawling with them either.”

“Smart,” you tell him, smiling slightly. Levi grunts in agreement.

So after walking for a couple hours (and learning that Sasha can apparently sleep and walk simultaneously), you clear an area to set up camp. Mikasa is the last of the gang to fall asleep, and you see her fight it every step of the way before her basic needs finally take over.

From where he’s keeping guard, Levi chances a look over at you. “You have to catch a couple of hours before we move again. I don’t need anyone passing out on the way.”

You stand, taking a blade Hange managed to disconnect from the ODM wire as you do. “I’m not sleepy. I’ll stand guard with you.”

“I’m not asking.”

“I am.” There’s a quiet desperation in your tone. “Please let me stand guard with you.”

“So that you can be dead on your feet when I need you?”

“So that—” You bite your tongue, realizing that I’m so fucking scared the man who raised you is going to put a hole through your head is not going to convince him. “So that I can protect you.”

Fuck. That’s not much better.

Levi’s gaze turns sharp. “Protect me?” When you don’t do anything but stare, guilty, like a troublemaker caught, he pushes, “Who the fuck asked you to protect me?”

“No one! I’m in your squad, it’s part of my job description, Levi.”

“You’re lying.” His eyes narrow. “Don’t insult my intelligence. Should’ve known Erwin had a reason for talking to you in private.”

Your grip tightens on the blade handle. “No. I mean, yes, he—he did say something, but that’s not why I’m doing this.”

“Doing what? What exactly are you going to do if someone attacks us right now?”

As though he knows what you’re going to do before you do, Levi grips your chin before you can look away from him.

Such pretty grey eyes. How horrible they’d look lifeless.

Once, it was possible, if difficult, to look into them and lie. Now, you couldn’t even imagine it.

“I’ll buy you time.” You’re stone-faced, because you mean every word you say. “I’ll serve as a distraction. while you escape”

Levi flinches a little, as though your confession physically sliced his skin. “Is that what you are now? Just another body?”

He knows your every fear, your every motivation. What haunts you at night and what wakes you in the mornings. Your mother may be the only one who can make you cry, but if Levi wished, he could completely destroy you. But it’s also the opposite. It means he can build you up again, if only you let him.

Only, you refuse to do that, because you know, deep down, you don’t deserve it. What you are, what your being is, is…

“Captain,” you breathe softly, “growing up, I never believed in anything. my mother told me the church of the walls was ridiculous, and perhaps that’s one of the only good pieces of advice she gave me. So I’ve never believed in any God, or holy spirits, or the stones of our walls, or anything else. I’ve never dedicated myself to anyone.” Bringing your palms together, you tilt your head forward, as though you’re begging, or praying. “So I want you to know that you’re my first, and I completely dedicate myself. Not as a woman, but as a soldier. My heart, my soul, my body, it belongs to you in every way possible. My life is yours, Levi. I’m yours, I’ve been yours, and I’ll be yours until I die. Let me protect you, please.”

There’s silence as the two of you look at each other. You know that this is the closest you’ve ever come to saying it. The word you both know not to say.

It can’t be that Levi doesn’t know you love him. Still, it’s something different altogether to say it like this.

His hands pry yours apart, before guiding one of your hands up to your cheek. He can’t touch you, or you won’t let him, or something like that, so he lets your fingers brush over your cheek in his stead. “If we weren’t a few feet away from the rest,” he starts, “I’d pull you here and tell you what utter bullshit that is.”

You’re despondent. You want him to. Need him to. You don’t care about what you said earlier, you want him to touch every part of you in whichever way he wants, because everytime he does, you’re safe, loved and everything in between.

“I don’t want you to do any of this. You know that, right? This isn’t what I wanted from you, ever.”

Maybe if you could be in his arms when he said it, you’d let him convince you.

“I’ll be standing guard tonight.” You straighten, feeling your heart drop as your hands disconnect. “With you, Captain, if you’ll allow it.”

Levi seeks something in your expression. “And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll accept your punishment sentence in the morning.”

His gaze remains on you for a second, hard and strong.

Finally, as he looks away, you hear him pretend to relent. “That won’t be necessary. Permission granted.”

You whisper, “Thank you, sir.”

And then you stand, right by the man you love—who loves you back, possibly more than you know—and keep a dutiful watch for the rest of the night.

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