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levi-my-beloved · 3 years ago

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Til Death Do Us Part (part 3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Pairing: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Word Count: 8.5K (it's a long one lads...)

Warnings: none? I don't think? just... sadness and canon typical violence

A/N: ahhhh, the long awaited reunion twenty thousand words later... y'all i kinda love writing this fic imma be honest

Taglist: @maries-gallery @peace-for-levi @levmada @elizaack @mamadoe @4evahevah @nirvana-jam-94 @galactict3a @swirrley

It was cooler up here. Away from the stuffy crowds and air thick with the stench of exotic spices and foods. For the most part, you’d enjoyed what you could of the festival, though the food did make your stomach a little dodgy. You’re pretty sure, even before you lost your memories, you didn’t eat many rich dishes. Not that you minded. Most of them were too much for you anyway.

You’d spent the better part of the day watching Gabi and Falco drain Reiner’s wallet, to everyone else’s amusement. The man couldn’t help but give in to those puppy eyes. He even bought you something, which you weren’t expecting. He always looked at you differently. Not like the others, who’d come to accept you were probably different from before, but Reiner looked at you as if he couldn’t forget. As if an old version of you haunted him, and he couldn’t let go. You hoped, one day, he would. He would let go of whatever he was holding onto. He deserved to. Nobody deserved to feel whatever kind of guilt he was harbouring.

You stretched your knee out in front of you, the crouch having your joint cramping a little. You’d been up here for the best part of an hour, waiting for all the officials, militants and civilians to file into the internment zone. They were going to declare war on Eldia, where the Eldians live. It didn’t sit right with you. Of course you’d heard of the island devils but… were they really devils? Even after having the history explained to you time and time again, you just found it hard to justify. These people didn’t do anything, they weren’t responsible for their ancestor’s mistakes.

Then you remember why you lost your memories. Why you only had four years in your head. And all that understanding is thrown out the window, replaced by a searing rage. It was their fault. No, actually, that’s wrong. It wasn’t their anything. The existence of Levi Ackerman directly caused your memory loss. He was the reason. And you were more than content to wipe him out. Him and his entire godforsaken bloodline. You’d done some research, how couldn’t you. Of course the military archives had information on bloodlines, and though it was classified information, one whisper of your name and those librarians opened their doors for you.

Ackerman. A superhuman bloodline created from the experimentation of titan spinal fluid. You couldn’t help but choke a scoff. Something you two seemed to have in common, then. You’d scanned the page, reading something about accessing the strength of previous members of the bloodline. Superhuman strength didn’t sit right with you. Actually, it pissed you off. Who the fuck was entitled to that kind of thing? Did he even have to train? Or was he just naturally strong? You guessed you wouldn’t know until you faced him.

Willy Tybur’s voice had been falling on your deaf ears for a few minutes now as you were pulled from your mind. Hand falling down to your gear, you checked over it once more. Marleyan engineers had modified the original model to suit your strengths. It was smaller than the gear Zeke returned with. Lighter, too. And the two blades currently sheathed at your sides weren’t sharpened for titan killing. They were slightly thicker, less brittle. You didn’t know how they’d done it either, but the handles had three triggers. One for your anchors, one for the gas, and one for a bullet. They’d fixed a revolver just below the junction between the blade and the hilt. It didn’t interfere with your grip, and with a single pull of a trigger, you’d suddenly brought a gun to a knife fight.

Letting loose a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, you started to think Zeke was wrong. Maybe Yeager wasn’t here? Maybe those islanders were nowhere near you, and in fact, there was no reason for you to be up here in the first place. Maybe Ackerman wasn’t coming. Pieck had given you the strangest look earlier, when you mentioned you had something to take care of. You just hoped she’d understand if there was an attack. And if there wasn’t… you hadn’t really gotten that far yet, but you’d think of some explanation. You stared at your visor next to you, the black leather both aided your stealth and kept your identity somewhat ambiguous to enemy personnel. Everybody in Liberio knew who you were, of course. But anyone else beyond those borders was blissfully unaware, only being familiar with Marley’s Dagger.

You rolled up your tight sleeve, checking your watch. The minute hand faintly ticked in the suddenly still air.

“...to the enemy forces of Paradis– a declaration of war!”

It was first the shattering of glass, the cracking and crumbling of brick, before your eyes widened as you bore witness to the Attack Titan bursting through the bottom of the stage. Tybur didn’t look surprised, from what your horror stricken mind could tell. Terrified, maybe, but not surprised. You felt for the man as you slid your visor over your head, the dark glass falling just below your nose. He knew he would likely die.

You schooled your expression as Eren Yeager tossed Willy Tybur above him, and straight into his gaping maw. With a single swallow, the man was gone. You clenched your jaw. This was it. Yeager was here, and where Yeager was…

Those islanders won’t be far behind.

Your heart pulsed in your throat. You hated being powerless. Powerless to sit and watch as the Founding Titan turned towards the stall of military officials, and ran. Powerless to sit and watch as he crushed them beneath his body, taking out Command in a single blow. You just prayed Magath wasn’t in there, although the Chief was a resourceful man, and no doubt would have perhaps seen this coming. He was most likely already setting up some sort of retaliation. At least, that’s what you hoped.

It took all of your willpower to sit and wait. You had a clear line of sight to his nape. You could, if you wanted to, kill him. You could save Liberio all this death and grief if you could just–

Yellow lightning. Even from behind your visor, the flash was searing. The smallest, relieved smile pulled at your lips. Guess Willy wasn’t the Warhammer after all, like most people expected. You certainly had your suspicions about the man, but the slow formation of a titan skeleton swiftly blew away those suspicions. You still had the Warhammer, there was still hope for you. Your eyes flicked to the Attack, the enemy, kneeling there amongst rubble and bloodied corpses, staring at Marley’s hope.

Your hands itched for your blades at the sickening crack of muscle and bone as Eren Yeager’s fist collided with the still forming head of the Warhammer. You weren’t sure what the holder’s name was. Lara, if your memory served you correctly, Willy’s youngest sister. Your stomach twisted at the continued punishment her titan took. Time and time again, hardened fists collided with her face, red muscle bending and warping beneath the force of the blows. Well… this was it. Despite Zeke already suspecting this would happen… you’d failed. Wait, where the fuck was–

Your breath hitched as a pillar of hardened crystal pierced from the ground, right through the Founder’s torso. You were only vaguely familiar with the Warhammer’s power set, only being exposed to the Armoured, Beast, Cart and Jaw titans. You didn’t fully understand what the Warhammer could do, or why it was so powerful. Until now. This was why the Tybur family held this specific titan. Because of its ability to create whatever it needed at will. You watched as Lara Tybur stood, a silvery shell now completing her transformation. Lightning crackled in her outstretched hand, before a hammer the height of a building formed in her grip, the jagged head angled back behind her.

It was a sight to behold, a titan fight like this. If it wasn’t such a life or death situation, you’d probably marvel at it more. You held your breath as she swung, releasing it just before Eren punched through the spire, freeing himself from its grip and landing the opposite side of the stadium, a spire impaling his middle. His nape… it was right there. Right in front of you. Once again you hands reached for your blades–

“FIRE!”

Your head whipped to the side. How the fuck hadn’t you noticed the anti-titan guns lined up on the rooftops? At least you knew you were right. Magath did have a plan. The thought filled you with relief as the prattle of canonfire burst your ears, Eren now a hopeless wreck against the force of your machinery. The bastard held his hardened hands against his nape now, preventing you from even trying to make an attack. Not that you would anyway. Eren might have been Marley’s enemy, but you had another target. Zeke too, if he was to be believed. And once again, from the stories you’d heard, why would he lie?

Once again you watched as Eren squared up to the Warhammer, fists raised before him as she drew back her weapon, and swung. With sick satisfaction, you noticed even with his skin hardened to crystal, it was nothing against the sheer strength and power of the Warhammer, and cut straight through his limbs, removing his head. Steam erupted from his nape, as the war criminal revealed himself. There he was, long dark hair whipping around his stubbled face. So… that was Eren Yeager.

The Warhammer withdrew once again. “Usurper, Eren Yeager… Do you have… Any last words?” this was it. Shit, this was it. Lara was going to kill him. Why doesn’t she eat him instead? Gain the Founder back for Marley and win this war before it had even started.

That was until the hiss of gas permeated the air. Until explosions rang out to your side. Until the nape of the Warhammer was alight in fire and smoke, and she fell to the ground.

They were here. They’d come. And they’d already taken out most of your defences. You felt so useless up here. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the signal. The word. The girl who fired those explosive spears had taken Eren to one of the watchtowers shedding light on the situation below.

Shit, she was good. Those movements, that agility. You watched her go toe to toe with the Warhammer, and to your absolute horror, she was winning. She was faster, lighter, firing off those spears at every opportunity. A well placed shot to the titan’s face and she went down, Lara’s left eye now a cloud of steam. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Another flash of light, and Eren was back in his titan form, fist shoved beneath the surface of the stage, as if… as if searching… searching for–

“No…” you couldn’t help your whisper of despair when the crystal of the Warhammer was triumphantly yanked from the stage, the chord from Lara’s cocoon ripped. And with the connection between her and her titan now severed, the Warhammer fell uselessly to the ground. Your only hope now was that he couldn’t bite through that shell. Or that would have been your only hope if not for the Jaw titan, a mere leap away.

Your heart soared. Finally, finally they were here. They’d made it! Porco leapt from the side of the building, his bone tipped claws wrenching the Founder’s head to the side as his jaws clamped down on his nape. This was it. This was it. This was–

What the hell just happened…?

A streak of blood flew from the side of Porco’s jaw, but you barely saw why. If your eyes hadn't been so trained on the two titans, you would have missed it. That flash of green, and a silvery swish of steel. Porco’s jaw had been severed. He couldn’t bite. Even from this far away, you could see, or maybe sense, the fear in his eyes.

Fuck the signal. Fuck Zeke. You wouldn’t let Porco die. You wouldn’t let any of them die. They were your comrades for fuck sakes. Your friends. The people who had lifted you up at your lowest points. None of them were dying on your watch. Shooting your anchors, you engaged your own gas and leapt from the rooftop, shooting straight for the arm that held Porco. A flash of your own steel, the whipping of wind in the lower half of your face, you bent backwards in a low limbo beneath the outstretched arm of Eren Yeager. Anchors hooking into the brick behind, you zipped beneath Porco’s leaping form and up onto the rooftop, landing deftly onto his shoulder.

“I’m with you Galliard.” was all you said, the grip on your blades tightening as you pointed them towards the oncoming swarm. You wouldn’t reveal them, not yet. You wouldn’t fire. But they got closer. Your masked eyes met those of blue storms. Sharp face and angular features, a scowl of thunder, raven hair swept back. Any doubt in your mind washed away. It was him. That was Levi Ackerman. Seething revenge broiled in your gut as you shifted your stance from the Jaw Titan’s shoulder, preparing to meet him halfway. You would tear him apart before he even got close to Galliard. Or any of the others, for that matter. Fingers hovering over your triggers, you were glad you hesitated briefly as gun fire once again littered the skies. Golden orbs of flame rattling from above.

In the split second of distraction, you missed the face of recognition, steel eyes landing on your gear, before he was gone. “Fuck!” you hissed, briefly looking around for any sign, before Galliard titled his head to you. You tapped a fist to the side of his head, before once again leaping off. Gas hissed behind you as you twisted through wreckage and ruin for Pieck’s location. Your head once again whipped to the side, yet another flash of yellow light as Lara used the last of her strength. It wasn’t enough to pierce his nape, but Eren Yeager was once again caught up in a trap of crystal, his hardened forearm blocking the last of Lara’s attacks. She was spent, you could tell. If she had anymore strength, she would have–

The earth shaking thunder of heavy footsteps stopped you in your tracks. Once again, hope rekindled in your heart as you landed at Pieck’s side. He was here. Zeke. The Beast. The War Chief.

Oh they were fucked now.

“Took your damn time,” you grinned to yourself, but that relief was short-lived as all hell broke loose. You couldn’t help but jump into the fray. Those spear wielding bastards soared above you, so you took care of them, your anchors piercing flesh and bone as your blades sliced through throat and gut. Blood stained your gear, your hands and face, metal singing on your tastebuds as another islander went down. You were glad for Pieck’s arrival as another two went for Zeke’s nape, only to be shot out of the sky in a cloud of crimson. Porco joined the Cart not too soon after, gathering below where you fought. You took Galliard’s brief glance up at you as a sign for you to join them. Flipping back to your feet, you skidded to a halt between the two titans.

“Stay on guard, we ran into Ackerman a second ago, why didn’t you take him out?” Porco’s eyes were wide, his titan marks raw around his face as he looked at you. You flipped up your mask.

“Zeke predicted this. He knew this was going to happen, he mentioned it to me beforehand,” you could tell both Pieck and Porco wanted to know why the fuck you didn’t tell any of them, and saved them of this bullshit. “Look, Zeke said yes to taking him out, but he’s given me a signal. I shouldn’t even be involved yet, but I had to save your ass. Consider it a debt repaid after Fort Slava,” you once again tapped your fist to the side of his face in thanks, the flesh of your palm meeting the hard bone of the exterior.

Porco hummed in doubtful thought, his eyes glancing around much like yours did earlier. “Bastard’s probably hiding somewhere nearby.” you nodded in agreement, swiping your blood soaked sleeve across the beads of sweat on your face.

“At least Lara’s safe for now. Nothing gets through that crystal except you, Pock. So we’re good for a minute or two, let Zeke sort things out for a moment,” Pieck chimed in. It was always strange to see her talk through her titan, there was something incredibly unnatural about it. You opened your mouth to reply, before there was yet again another flash of lightning.

Eren had reformed.

“The bastard still has more fight in him?” Porco’s disbelief echoed your own. It was insane how the Attack and Founder had outlasted the Warhammer. The strongest titan in combat, had been bested. It seemed Eren’s power as the two titans was unmatched. You just hoped Zeke had some plan to take him down.

“We have control of the battlefield and its surroundings, and the incoming Marleyan reinforcements have already surrounded the zone,” –well, you didn’t know that. Trust Magath to have some sort of plan– “Paradis never stood a chance against Marley in a proper war anyway.” You couldn’t disagree there. They were a century behind everybody else. Even with an Ackerman, they were nothing in comparison to the technological advancements and sheer number of the Marleyan military. They might have two titans in one, but you still had the other five. Wherever the Colossal was… none of you knew.

“For the time being, focus on protecting Zeke until he gives the signal to me. Porco’s right, Ackerman’s probably hiding out nearby, so stay vigilant,” you instructed, flipping your mask’s visor back over your eyes. Zeke looked back to you, a subtle nod at your new position. To any onlookers, it just looked like a War Chief nodding in approval to his unit. You were well cloaked in the shadow behind the spotlight.

You watched as Zeke picked up the result of Yeager’s destruction, fistfuls of rubble now held in his grasp, arms swinging as he walked into the centre of the stadium. He knew where they were. He knew where those islanders were hiding. And in a short fling of both his arms out wide, Zeke flung shards of debris into and through the building surrounding the area. Glass shattered, walls splintered as shrapnel rained death around you.

“Let’s have a rematch, Levi. Come on, show yourself. You’re running out of time, right?” as if summoned by that one phrase, the sun peeked over the horizon. Had you really been fighting all night already? How was it dawn? You must have–

“Shit!” you struggled to stay on your feet as the blast range of a huge explosion tossed you back. It was only thanks to Pieck’s quick reflexes did you manage to stay upright, The Cart titan moving to her left ever so slightly, catching you against her body. “Thanks Pieck,” you said just loud enough for her to hear, before the realisation dawned on you. It wasn’t the sun at all.

“That’s the explosion of the Colossal… they didn’t just kill Bertholdt… they took his titan!” through her warped voice, you could hear Pieck’s anger and fear. You could hear her terror at the idea of those islanders having acess to three goddamn titan powers. The Colossal at that.

“Fuck, they’ve taken out the harbor! The allied ships… they’ve been blown to shit,” you spat through gritted teeth as the orange haloed outline of their Colossal slowly emerged into your line of sight. So many dead… so many crushed in that explosion. “Porco. Take out the Founder. Fuck him up.” –Before you’d even finished the order, Galliard was away– “Pieck, give us as much cover as you can, I’ll need–”

“We’ve got a surprise for you, Levi…”

“War Chief…” Pieck began, before Zeke interrupted with your signal.

“Desce–” The sickening sound of blade through flesh cut the word off. But there was no mistaking it. That was your signal. Descend. And through the haze of smoke and embers, descend you did.

All was going to plan so far. Armin had fucked up the harbour. Eren was well on his way to devouring the Warhammer, and he’d just ‘taken out’ Zeke. The smoke from the explosive provided enough cover for the bastard to escape unseen with Connie. He’d get his revenge soon enough. Just had to wait. Just a bit longer.

Levi sighed, taking a small reprieve from the combat. Was this really the best course of action? Not that they had any choice, but he couldn’t help wondering what the fuck was going through Eren’s head. Declaring war? Not just declaring war, but declaring war like this. He’d seen children earlier. Fucking children. When he was blowing up Zeke’s ugly nape. It made him wonder, in morbid curiosity, just how many children had died because of Eren’s actions.

A sudden bolt of anticipation shocked through his body, and not a second later Levi was bending backwards, watching the steel of a blade soar mere inches above his face. Shit, was this what Zeke meant? Bastard, even after everything, he still wanted him dead. Fine, he’d entertain for a moment, but soon enough he’d have to be gone. Hange would be coming over with the airship, and he didn’t particularly fancy being left behind.

Another explosion to his left had him shielding his face, more smoke added to the surroundings. One to his right, vision was almost impossible. Levi gripped his blades, relying on his instincts to alert him of oncoming attacks, despite his ringing ears. Either they were throwing explosives, or they were much faster than any of Marley’s other soldiers.

“Alright then, fucking show yourself. Wanna die? Fine by me, but quit wasting my time,” a venomous chuckle rang out in response, echoing all around him. Fuck, if he wasn’t in his alleyway he’d try his gear, but no doubt whoever had cornered him was watching his every move. A blackened, human silhouette walked out of the smoke, his eyes making out the ODM outline at their hips. It was the same soldier he saw before, standing beside the Jaw titan. An ODM gear user, but it wasn’t ODM gear. It was different. Those blades weren’t razors, they were swords. Not used for titans, but for people. “Who the fuck are you?”

That same laugh rang out. A woman, from what he could gather, and… wait was she enjoying this? “I’ve been waiting for this, Ackerman. Waiting for the opportunity to run my blade across your throat. You may have killed our warchief, but let’s see how well Paradis will do without their little superhuman soldier.” Levi watched as she walked back into the smoke, adrenaline pumping through his veins, but something had stopped him. Something had caused ice to crystallise in his muscles. That voice… it flicked at something in his head. Something he couldn’t quite place. Something old, but never forgotten.

Not completely.

He didn’t even have time to contemplate before two anchors locked into the bricks either side of his head. He thought he had much longer between the hiss of gas and the punching impact of legs into his chest. Fuck, she was much faster than he originally thought. His back burned as he briefly skid across the ground, before righting himself with a quick shove behind him. Just in time as well, before yet another singing of steel whirled straight for him, only to be blocked by his own blade. Levi strained.

Fuck, she’s fucking strong. The fierce grit of her teeth below her mask told him she was thinking the same. Panic briefly rose in his system as she sheathed her second blade, hand taking hold of the hilt as she started to overpower him. How the fuck had they found someone with this kind of strength? Eren didn’t mention any of this in his letters. Fuck, he couldn’t keep up with this. Maybe if he hadn’t helped declare war, he could match her strikes, but he was tired, exhaustion clung to his bones.

Levi dodged to the side, allowing her blade to barely scrape along his arm, the fabric of his suit tearing against the sharp edge. But with the way she’d been putting all her strength into that standoff, he managed to throw her off balance.

Where his foot should have met her back, he felt nothing. She’d rolled left, already back on her feet. Another vicious couple of swipes had him backing up, parrying as much as he could where he could. Every impact sent vibrating shockwaves up his forearms, his bones complaining with each strike. His two blades crossed before her single one, once again staving off yet another ridiculously powerful attack. But Levi was bending.

A grunt of effort flew from his lips as he drove his foot into her sternum, sending her back a few steps. To his surprise, she stayed at that distance, her blade simply pointed at him.

“They were right about you… you’re fucking strong. But I wonder, why haven’t you tapped into your Ackerman blood yet?” Levi could barely think past what the sound of her voice was doing to him. He couldn’t think straight. There was just something so damn familiar about it. “I did a little research into your tenacious bloodline. Just couldn’t die out, could you?” Though Levi’s head was a mess, his body was still very much in tune with his surroundings. His eyes glanced to the way her fingers fiddled with the triggers on the hilt of her blades. Something wasn’t right about them.

Once again his instincts kicked in, that same jolt of anticipation igniting his system as he bolted to the side, avoiding the three gunshots fired from beneath the blade. Holy fuck there was a gun in the sword. How the f–

Levi didn’t have time to question any further before another three shots were fired, whizzing past his ear as he sidestepped. This was a losing battle. With a blade, sure, he could compete. But with guns brought into the mix? He was fucked. His skill could only take him so far in this fight, and he didn’t particularly want to resort to tapping into his Ackerman blood, not against an opponent like this, and not when his mind was so damn fuzzy.

Fuzzy to the point where even his body couldn’t alert him of his opponent’s next attack. One moment he was dodging bullets, the next he was on his back, pinned beneath the soldier’s body. She didn’t seem to have tired at all as her sword came down to his throat. Levi hissed in pain as the blade sliced both his palms in an effort to keep the sword from his neck. A knee pressed into his abdomen, her other foot by the side of his head, Levi thrashed as much as he could, taking a gamble by shoving his head and neck to the side, allowing her blade to pierce the ground, just nicking the side of his jugular.

Taking advantage of her surprise, Levi tugged at the visor of the helmet, tossing it to the side as his hands went for her throat.

And stopped.

Everything stopped. Time and his heart pausing as he finally registered what he saw. His brain catching up with his eyes as he looked, really looked at her face.

No, not her face. Your face. You looked more mature, older, but it was still you. You.

The gentle whisper of your name made you freeze. You’d been so intent on killing him, you'd been so close to killing him. Why all of a sudden had all your strength left you? Was it possibly because the man you’d been ordered to kill, who you’d sworn to kill, was looking at you with such broken disbelief? He uttered your name again, a fraction louder, as if saying it will break some kind of spell. But you were completely paralysed, staring into a hopeful storm.

Levi’s lack of respiration had nothing to do with your knee on his stomach. The tears in his eyes had nothing to do with the pain in his hands. You… you. How was this possible…? You… how did… you were dead? You died four years ago…

“What…?” Levi didn’t realise he’d said any of that out loud. Hadn’t realised he’d lost all and any rein on his tongue, simply speaking his thoughts.

But… you were–

“Alive. How… You’re alive?” something in your chest pounded at those words. Something in your mind screamed at those words. But you didn’t understand. You don’t understand. Your features slackened at the gentle caress of a slick palm against your cheek, a thumb so tenderly smoothing your cheekbone, and to your sick surprise, you found yourself unconsciously leaning into the touch.

He couldn’t help himself. He had to feel you, to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him, and this wasn't just a woman who looked similar. But he knew. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in his mind. His heart told him more than his head could. Unmistakably, unfathomably, but undeniably you.

What the fuck was happening? Wasn’t this… wasn’t this the man you were supposed to be killing? Wasn’t he the reason you didn’t remember anything? Why you had to undergo such extreme enhancements only to match his power?

Levi’s throat was thick with unspoken emotion. His heart beat harder than it had in a long, long time as he looked at your face. Your familiarity. Those eyes he’d loved, those lips he’d kissed. You were alive… he was wrong to have given up. How could he have given up on you? You were here, you were alive and breathing your heart was beating and you were–

Fighting for Marley…

“Why are you here?” he could barely form words, barely drag them past his lips louder than a tortured rasp. He smoothed his thumb along the slightly bruised bone of your cheek again, hoping to somehow caress the blossom away. It had been so long, so long since he’d done that, and yet it felt as natural as ever.

You had to pull yourself out. You had to resurface. Whatever spiral Ackerman was losing himself to, you couldn’t let him take you down with him. But… something was just so off. He was just so off.

“How the fuck do you know my name?” it was a question you could now longer keep silent. Since he whispered it moments ago and turned your revenge driven world completely upside down. You watched yet another round of what you could only assume was slow realisation, his thin brows pinched, his eyes searching your face. The blood down your cheek started to drip from your jaw and onto his green cape. That same green you saw flash past Galliard’s head as his jaw was rendered useless.

Galliard. Pieck… oh fuck… Zeke was dead. This man below you murdered him, sliced clean through his nape and set off an explosive for good measure. Steel tipped rage set your jaw and hardened your gaze. A shift you knew Levi noticed.

“You took fucking everything from me… Marley did what they had to do, all because of you. I’ve lost everything because of you… and I’ll be fucking damned if it isn’t my blade that takes everything back. Starting with your comrades, then any fucking family your pathetic self might have, any loved ones. I will fucking kill each and every one of them and your agony will be the sweetest memory in my four years of recollection. Four years. That’s all I remember. Because. Of. You.” you wrenched your blade out from the dirt beside his head, teeth grit in shattered determination.

Levi baulked. He’d never seen such seething hatred from your face, your eyes. He froze again, his brain taking a moment to process your words before your blade was once again back in action. He kept his hand on your cheek. If this was where he died, he’d be okay with you. You were safe. You were alive. You hated his existence but that was nothing in comparison to feeling you beneath his palm again. His confusion relaxed in understanding, though a small bubble of protective rage formed in his gut. Whatever these people had done to you had fucked with your memory. And though every nerve in his body screamed at him to get up and tear them apart, he didn’t have it in him to move. So Levi did something he hadn’t done in four, long years.

He smiled.

“I missed you so much.”

You stopped. Everything stopped. He could defend himself. You knew he could. He still had enough strength left in him to throw you off, but he didn’t. He had enough fight left in him to win this, but he didn’t want to. And you realised, with that look of utter devoted resignation…

He didn’t want to hurt you. Whoever he was, wherever you’d met… it had not been under these circumstances.

And you found yourself unable to hurt him back, despite the tip of your blade resting in the centre of his chest. You could kill him. Right now. You could kill him and be done with it.

But even as your conscious mind screamed at you to plunge your blade into his heart…

No. You were wrong.

You couldn’t.

An explosion had your head whirling, the warped scream of Pieck’s titan voice sent your heart racing as you turned your back on Ackerman.

“Pieck…” you whispered.

And with a sharp blow to the back of your head, your vision faded to black.

From the second you fell back into his embrace, to the moment he set you down in the airship, Levi’s head was a mess. Actually, scratch that, from the second he heard your voice again, Levi had been in a state of utter shock. No thoughts entered his head as he smoothed back your hair after he’d knocked you out, making sure there was no blood from the blow. No coherent thought as he pressed his forehead to yours, holding you for the first time in four grief stricken years. Not when he picked you up, an arm beneath your knees, another around your back. Empty as he fired his anchors upwards, and brought you to the airship.

No. Not empty. Far from empty. But he didn’t have the time, energy or patience to sort through his emotions right now. Not with everything that’s just happened. So he kept them at bay, behind a wall, where nobody could read them.

It was Hange who saw him first. Who stopped just as soon as they’d started talking as he walked straight past them and into the second room of the ship with you still tight and secure in his arms. You. You. You, who were alive, breathing, and safe. You were safe.

“Wait… that’s–” Hange began.

“Yeah.” He cut them off almost instantly, kneeling to set you down. But Levi found himself unwilling to let go. He didn’t want to. The first time in four years he’s seen you, touched you, held you. Did he really want to let go so soon?

“Is she…?”

“Alive.” he tried to keep the tremors from his voice, the same ones he felt in his hands. His heart. His soul. Those trembling hands finally set you down on the wood, but he still found himself barely able to take his gaze off you. “Find me some rope. Need to bind her hands.” he could sense Hange’s unease behind him, their questioning look despite not seeing it. He didn’t even need to try and ignore Zeke on the far side, his steaming limbs dousing his face in a haze.

“What? Why?”

Levi paused.

“Because she just tried to kill me.”

Your head throbbed. A constant, dull pulse stemming from the back of your skull as you struggled to remember again. Panic gripped your barely conscious system. It’s happened again. You’d lost your memories again. Until the events of the night slowly started coming back to you. But it hurt too much to think, so you simply focused on waking up. You focused on the press of wood against your cheek, the bound state of your arms and wrists.

A different panic now, and one that alerted you to much more than the state of your mind. Trying to move your arms, you hissed with the effort, eyes fluttering open but immediately closing upon the bright light of the room. A slow, droning buzz of what you assumed could be engines kept your rousing mind company as your lids cracked open again. Another hiss escaped your dry lips at the throb in your head as you shook slightly, hoping to rid your vision of the haze.

Only now could you hear the faint sound of voices as well, your swimming eyes locking on the open doorway on the far side. Eyes closed against the pain, you struggled to sit up, wincing as your head touched the wall behind you.

“How’re you feeling?” Despite the voice being one you knew well, you still started at the sight of the steaming blonde, his limbs severed at the joints. Misplaced relief hugged your chest. He was alive. They hadn’t managed to kill him. But a thousand questions flooded your exhausted head.

“What the hell happened…? They got you too?” you asked with a bitter smile, one of a shared shitty experience. And one that wasn’t returned. Your brow furrowed. “But… I watched you die. I saw Ackerman–” you stopped, eyes flying wide. Ackerman… what the fuck had happened back there…?

“What do you remember?” Zeke asked, voice still soft. You couldn’t tell whether it was because he didn’t want the islanders to hear, or whether it was to ease your throbbing head. Either way, you were grateful.

“Not much, I’ll be honest. Something definitely hit my head but my memories are…jagged? I remember fragments.” You answered honestly, before you remembered he hadn’t actually explained anything. “Zeke… I saw you die,”

“You saw what I wanted you to see.” Well.. that didn’t clear anything up. You wanted to ask more questions, but four figures appeared at the door. Two of them had your blood running cold. Eren Yeager, the war criminal and enemy of Marley, and Levi Ackerman, the same man you’d been enhanced to slaughter. Why the hell wasn’t he dead? When you were set on something, nothing could stop you…

So how was he still alive?

You recognised the girl as the one who’d blown up the Warhammer’s nape and helped Eren escape from a losing fight. The one who looked strangely like…

Oh fuck. There were two Ackermans.

Levi’s eyes landed on you, and a heavy pang of longing echoed through his chest. He knew he’d heard you stir in here. But you looked so unfamiliar with everything. The way you looked at him like he was unfamiliar. It tore at him.

You shifted back, eyes never leaving Yeagar as he was bound to a bench. What the hell was going on…?

“Zeke…” you began, eyes darting to your warchief, before your breathing hitched. He didn’t look afraid. He didn’t look surprised. He looked… comfortable. Content. And he looked right back at you.

“I should have told you–”

“The fuck does that mean?” you spat, straining against the bindings at your wrists.

“Good to see you again, Corporal.” did Eren Yeager just call you–

“What?” it was your instant response, terrified confusion now replacing any fire you had in you.

“You saved my life that day.” the dark haired girl murmured into her scarf.

“That’s enough.” your eyes flickered up to Ackerman, before another entered the room.

“Ah, Corporal, you’re awake.” Again with the Corporal thing.

“Hange.” It was Ackerman again, a tone of warning.

“What’s wrong, Levi?” A jeer from Zeke.

“So that’s what those experiments did… interesting.” a vague comment from Eren.

“What experiments?” Hange’s confusion.

“I said that’s enough.” another low warning from Levi.

You couldn’t take it.

“SHUT IT!”

The room fell into silence, that same pang of sorrow shuttered in his chest. You looked so small. So confused. He just wanted to wrap you up in his arms again, stroke your hair and murmur how everything was going to be okay. You were going to be okay. His protective instincts pleaded with him to hold you, but that look in your eye… it was more dangerous than he cared to admit. With a brief glance to Hange and a sharp nod, the brunette understood in an instant, and went back to the cockpit with Onyankapon.

Your helpless, paralysing terror ebbed away, making room for the white hot, determined rage. “If I’m not told what the fuck is going on, I’ll glady slit the throats of everyone in this room.” you moved your hands, the bindings around your wrists falling away. Glaring eyes flicked up to Levi, who you swore almost flinched in response. “You’re shit at tying knots. Now, an explanation.” you demanded, slowly rising from your position on the ground. You needed strength for this one. You needed a resolve. You’d already guessed Zeke had betrayed you, but you needed to hear it. “Those people… those people trusted you. They believed in you they put their faith in you. And you let him come along and slaughter them in cold blood. They were civilians, Zeke. Fucking children were there. You think Gabi survived? Udo? What about Zofia and Falco? They were children. And you just dragged them into your fucking war. Paradis doesn’t stand a fucking chance against Marley, you of all people should know that. What could you possibly hope to accomplish? Explain. Now.” you snarled, not noticing the way several islanders looked at you with some sort of baffled awe.

Levi couldn’t help the kernel of impressed pride in his chest as you revealed your free hands. He’d taught you to do that. It gave him some kind of naïve hope for your memories.

The blonde shifted uncomfortably under your glare. “The battle before you lost your memories was at a place called Shiganshina.” you huffed, angry at your own confusion and misunderstanding.

“So? What is that? Where is that?” you glanced at the people around the room, but lingered on one in particular. Eyes softer than they were on anyone else, the way he looked at you was almost enough to calm your stuttering heart. Like everything was going to be alright.

“It’s a district at Wall Maria, on Paradis island.” Levi watched your scowl slowly slacken, the way his own did when he realised you didn’t remember who he was. That crack in his heart wasn’t going to heal anytime soon, a piece of him splintered off the second it clicked. He broke for you. Bled for your. The two bandages currently wrapped around his hands symbolised that. He wanted them to stop. He wanted them all to stop, so he could do it himself. Take you somewhere quiet and gently explain. He didn’t know anything about what happened to you after, but he wanted you to remember. A selfish, disgusting part of him simply wanted you to look at him like he wasn’t a stranger.

“Wait just, hold on. Wh– I don’t– But I wasn’t there… you said I was–” –your breathing hitched– “They weren’t just enhancements, were they…? You… You’ve been using me. The ones before me… Those Eldians… why didn’t they survive?” Once again, you needed to hear it.

“Weren’t strong enough. Needed someone who’d experienced severe mental trauma and strain. Someone who was used to pressure and stress. You’d been fighting titans your whole life… you were the perfect candidate. Right Zeke?” it was Eren who spoke up, his voice drained and quiet as he explained what you needed to hear, but didn’t want to.

Time took a brief pause as you processed. You weren’t born in Marley… you’d never been to Marley… you…

You were an islander.

It was only thanks to Levi’s reflexes did he manage to catch you before you lunged for the Beast, your intention to tear him to pieces clear on your face. An arm around your middle, the other holding back on your shoulder as you struggled against his grip.

“You lied to me. This entire fucking time, you’ve been lying to me? I trusted you, we trusted you.” Levi winced at the use of the word ‘we’. “Let me guess, you made the others swear to secrecy. No wonder Reiner looked at me the way he did. He knew I didn’t fucking belong there.” if you had the strength, you would have fought against Ackerman holding you back, but all the fight had left you. All the strength sapped from your bones. “You were my fucking friend, Zeke. You all were. Was that a lie too?” Just how many lies had he spun…?

“Our friendship wasn’t a lie… neither was yours with the Warriors. To the point where Pieck wanted to tell you. All those mornings where you threw up, the nightmares you couldn’t recall… she begged me to tell you. But I think we all knew Marley’s Dagger would refuse to fight for us if you knew the truth.” You’d stopped fighting against him now, but Levi still held you. Still had an arm braced around your middle even though he knew it was pointless. “I have a goal. You just so happened to be a part of the plan, though you being here, was not.” Levi heard your breath stutter, saw in excruciating detail the tears that lined your eyes.

“What were those experiments, Zeke…? What were they really for?” you asked a question you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer to.

Zeke opened his mouth to reply, but whatever the man had to say was cut off by shrieking from behind the closed door. Your head whipped round, staring at the metal. You knew that voice… how the fuck had she–

The door opened and your fears were confirmed. You went to move, but that arm around your middle tightened, and for some reason, you were compelled to stay, despite the confusion in your face.

“Mister Zeke…?” Gabi’s broken questioning cracked your heart, Levi saw it in your eyes. Those kids didn’t know the man they looked up to was a Marleyan traitor. You gasped slightly at that same, broken tone turned on you. “They took you both alive?” her wide, hazel eyes fell to the arm still around your waist, and a resolve cemented in your chest. Zeke may have been a Marleyan traitor, but you sure as hell weren’t. You didn’t give yourself time to contemplate the fact that you no longer belonged anyway as you shoved Ackerman’s arm off you with an irritated huff.

Levi instantly missed your touch, clenching his jaw against your indifference.

“You gonna lie to them too?” –you spat to Zeke over your shoulder, before turning back to the two kids– “What the hell are you doing here? How the hell did you– Gabi does Reiner know you’re here?” you knelt before the two kids, wiping the blood leaking from Falco’s bottom lip before you turned your attention to him. “And does Colt? What were you two even thinking?! Trying to get yourselves killed? I know you want to prove yourselves to Magath but this is utter insanity.” though your words were chastising, there was obvious relief in your tone. Relief they were both still alive, though a bit bruised and battered.

“Who are these brats?” Levi managed to pull himself together enough to appear his usual Captain self as Jean presented the two intruders. You however seemed to know them well enough, and he assumed they were part of the same Warrior program as the rest of Marley’s shifters.

“Two kids who snuck on the ship not moments ago. They somehow killed Lobov. This one shot Sasha. I… don’t think she’s gonna make it.” That, for some reason, struck a chord with you. Of all the warrior candidates, you knew Gabi was the one with the most mettle. But she’d killed someone now. That blood on her hands won’t wash away. Two soldiers ran out past you, the blonde and the girl, you realised. Your eyes flickered to Gabi, who seemed trained on Zeke’s steaming figure behind you. Tenderly, you wiped the blood from her nose.

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.” Levi’s heart clenched at those words. Those words he longed to say to you, just as gently.

“What should we do with them?” you were immediately on the defensive in response to the brunette’s question. You wouldn’t let them be hurt anymore. You turned to Ackerman behind you.

“Leave them with me, please. They’re just kids, they don’t understand yet. Please, just leave them with me.” it was the softest you’d looked at him so far. Levi couldn’t let his longing for you show. Couldn’t tell you that you never have to ask for anything from him. He’d give it to you willingly. So he nodded. Of course he nodded. He couldn’t say anything to you yet, not without his voice shaking and cracking, so he opted to stay silent. “Thank you.” he once again clenched his jaw against your whisper, refraining from telling you thanking him was never necessary. He’d do anything for you, regardless of gratitude.

“Wait… that’s Corporal–”

“We’ll take the kids, Jean. Head back to Sasha.” with a curt salute, the man, Jean, was gone. You nodded to Gabi and Falco, a silent order for them to stay close to you. They flanked either side of you in response.

Any and all conversation now happening around you faded out into nothing as you withdrew into your head. You weren’t born in Marley, your parents hadn’t signed you up for the Warrior program when you were a kid. They hadn’t died like you’d been told. You’d only known them all for four years. Four years. Briefly you glanced at Gabi and Falco, wondering if they knew as well. They couldn’t possibly, right? They wouldn’t have been old enough to remember…

But you… You were an islander. You were one of them but… were you? You couldn’t be, not anymore, anyway. And you weren’t Marleyan, you shouldn’t have even been fighting for Marley so…

Who the fuck were you? You didn’t belong with either of them, neither side would take you now. Marley wouldn’t take you back now you knew the truth, not that you wanted to fight for them anymore. And with how much damage you’d done to enemy nations, improving the strength of their enemy… you couldn’t expect Paradis to even want you back.

You were completely and utterly alone.

Too caught up in your head, you failed to notice Levi looking at you, as if the only thing he wanted, the only thing on his mind, was getting you back.

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padawansubscription · 2 years ago

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Bucket List | Watch Eddie Play

Pairing: eddie x f!reader

Summary: Eddie regretted calling your music taste shit after seeing a flicker of hurt on your face. But it’s too late. He missed his chance to apologize and can only hope that you show up to see him play. Part of the “Glimpses of Us” (chapter one) but can be read separately!

Word Count: 1k

Warning: language

Themes: pure friendship?? but there’s something more???

A/N: should i be working on my script application? yes. did i write this drabble instead? yes. do i hate myself? yes. please enjoy.

He said your music taste was shit. It was a joke, another off-hand comment as he watched you make your first mixtape. Because c'mon. You were adding 'You Make My Dreams (Come True) by Daryl Hall & John Oates to the tape. How can he not poke fun at you? But the genuine hurt on your face made his heart plummet and the regret was instant. He tried to apologize but you quickly schooled your face to a neutral expression before talking about the latest gossip at school. He should've apologized then and there. Music was subjective. He, of all people, should have remembered that. He was Eddie the Freak, after all. He knew what it was like to be mocked, yet he did it to you. Unintentional or not.

He owed you another night of Top Gun for the fiftieth time because fuck, you were obsessed with that movie. He suspected it had something to do with the beach scene despite your blatant lie about being interested in the Navy because "it's such a different world, you know?"

"Fuck me," he muttered under his breath as he shouldered his guitar on the stage of The Hideout.

"You good, dude?" Gareth asked as he assumed his place behind the drums.

"Yeah, just peachy." His eyes roamed the crowd. It was his usual Tuesday group, plus a couple of stragglers.

"Whoo! Eddie, let's go!" Someone shouted.

Eddie whipped his head to the entrance, finding Steve, Nancy, and Robin. No you. Shit. He must've royally pissed you off. He gave a small wave to the group as they walked up to the bar, and for a second, just for a second, he thought he saw you. But it was just another metalhead girl with whom Steve shamelessly struck up a conversation. Of course, he would.

The show went on and the band played their favorites from Deos, Anthrax, Metallica, and a few new songs from Metal Church's latest drop. He was covered in sweat, fingers strumming along his guitar. He felt alive, he was in the zone. Yet, every time he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but look over the crowd and feel disappointed all over again.

The set was done and he packed up his gear when Steve and the others approached. "Honestly, man," Steve shook his head, "I don't know what that was, but I have to give it to you. You were good."

"Yeah, that was...um, something" Nancy added on.

"What's that? The approval of the king and queen?" He bowed dramatically, "thank you, my lady!"

Steve and Nancy blushed at the sudden attention they were attracting. "God, you're so annoying," Steve muttered.

"How do you not go deaf after that?" Robin asked. "Because, like, my ear's still ringing?" She patted her ears. "Seriously, you guys don't hear that?"

"Who knows? Maybe he's deaf."

Eddie turned to the familiar voice. He had to do a double-take because holy fuck. You were covered in black from top to bottom; an oversized Metallica shirt clung to your figure, tucked under a pair of leather pants. And were those chains on your hips and neck? Fuuuuuuuck. It's as if the air was gutted out of him. And you even put on eyeshadow! You! Makeup! And your hair was mussed with wax.

"You came," he swallowed.

"Well, duh" you sipped on your coke. "It's one of my bucket lists, remember?" You grinned and tugged at your shirt. "What do you think? Think I can fool the others?"

And it just hit Eddie that you were the girl Steve was talking to at the bar.

"Where'd you get that shirt?" he pointed.

"It's Gareth's!" you grinned, waving at the drummer behind him. "Wanted to surprise you. Because, you know, you already think I'm lame."

A pang of jealousy coursed through Eddie. You could've asked him. He had plenty of shirts you could've worn, but your last comment grounded him immediately and he knew better than to feel anything but guilty.

"You," he cleared his throat, "uh, you guys want to check out the green room?" He jerked his thumb to the back where his bandmates were already headed to.

"What's a green room?" Steve asked, brows furrowing.

"Oh, Steve." Eddie clapped his back. "There's so much you need to learn, young padawan. C'mon. You can meet the others."

"Pada-what?" Steve turned to Robin, "you know what a green room is?"

She shrugged. "It's green. So maybe it's, you know, got pot?"

Steve widened his eyes and the three continued their conversation, allowing Eddie to casually step back and walk with you.

"Hey, I'm really glad you came."

"Aw, you going to cry, Munson?" You had your usual shit-eating grin.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm serious," he said. "And, sorry. About, you know, saying your music taste was shit." He scrunched his nose at his choice of word. "It's not shit. it's just..." he searched for the word, "not my scene? Didn't mean to be a dick about it."

"Yeah, that was pretty dickish. But I do know how you can make it up to me!"

"Already ahead of you." He mirrored your grin, "Top Gun. Your place. Tomorrow after school."

You laughed. "Holy shit! We've been hanging out too much because that was pretty close. But no, it's something else."

Oh no. He knew that look.

"I want to request a song." You played with your hair, feigning innocence behind mischievous eyes.

"I've got a bad feeling about this."

"Just one song. Next Tuesday. By a certain Kenny Loggins."

"No, no, no! Don't you dare!"

"I want you to play Danger Zone."

"Really? Kenny Loggins isn't metal! You know that, right?" He frowned.

You inspected your black manicure and shrugged. "Up to you, Munson. But just so you know, this friendship is on its own, how should I say it?" You tutted, "danger zone."

"Oh, fuck off!" He laughed at your lame threat.

You gave him a lopsided smile. "Your choice."

He dropped his head back and groaned. "Either kill this friendship or my reputation, huh? Is that it? Fine. whatever. Just this once. Once!"

You nodded vigorously.

"Now," he leaned over, invading your personal space, "how'd you like the band?"

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #bringing my love for top gun in this #also i kind of want to dress up like a metalhead?

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broiunno · 3 years ago

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License to Steal - Act IV

License to Steal

ACT IV

Act I // Act II // Act III // Act IV

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summary: Min Yoongi is your new protection detail upon your return to your father's side after being sent away during a bloody gang war. Now the dust has settled, you've been called back to your old controlled life, and leaving you an unwilling participant in your family's plans. You don't know what they are but you are no longer willing to be the obedient, protected daughter. You don't really care in the least of it makes Yoongi's new assignment hell on earth- So you'll carve your own life out back home on your own terms.

-rating: 18+

-pairing: min yoongi x reader

-word count: 5.8k

-warnings: swearing, gang activities includes drug mention and eventual drug use, the slowest of burns, organized crime, toxic af family dynamics, BEWARE IN THIS ACT: graphic family abuse (father initiated verbal and physical assault- does not fade to black), violence, blood, graphic descriptions of torture, and graphic sex scenes will be included in this work.

-authors note: @chelsea-chee leading the au as usual. I love her the appreciate her as my love, writer, and my beta. Her works are *chefs kiss* Thank you again beautiful <3 PLEASE NOTE: I AM REALLY NOT EXCITED TO POST THE NEXT FEW ACTS. They deal with heavy subject matter and I don't fade to black at any point so please note my works are for mature audiences, warnings are there for a reason and in bold. You are an adult if you are reading this work (per the warnings) and you are responsible for the content you consume. Thank you. ILY all and I love asks about the characters. And that's all I have to say about that...I'm sorry for the wait. I've had covid. I'm back on a better schedule now.

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You fumbled with your hair as you tried to rip your fingers through the still damp strands to assemble it back into a semi-presentable pony tail as the door slid open to your father’s office. You really did wish that you had been able to go upstairs and shower. Or at least change your clothes from the workout gear you currently felt sticking to your skin from the cooling sweat. As a breeze drifted from the vent as the air kicked on, you shivered violently, shaking your head and shooting a hateful stare in Yoongi’s direction as you stepped into the office. Appearances were everything in your family. They were the first level of protection to ensure threats stayed at a minimum. A show of strength and cohesiveness discouraged any hair-brained ideas from a weaker or less organized opposition.

Your father raised a dark, thick brow, turning from the man was speaking quietly to, his expression unreadable as you inclined your head slightly in greeting. “You asked to see me?” you said quietly, keeping your eyes downcast. Since Yoongi had mentioned your father was summoning you, you knew it couldn’t be anything positive. This soon after your arrival? Nothing good would come of this. You had just grabbed onto the distraction of Yoongi until you both stood in the office, feeling stripped bare, awaiting whatever admonishment was about to be delivered.

“You couldn’t make it a full forty-eight hours without causing me a migraine,” your father said sharply and you kept your eyes trained on the floor, as you replayed yesterday in your mind.

“Father, I don’t know what you-”

“Y/N, you weren’t even back a day and you spent how much?” he said, aggravation lacing his tone. “I had to call in Kim to look at your accounts immediately. You’re a fucking hassle.” He huffed and your eyes finally lifted to the stranger that stood next to your father, noting that he stepped away from your father and bowed quickly.

“Nice to meet you, miss. I’m Kim Namjoon. I’ve been handling your accounts and will continue to do so.” You felt your lips part in a soft ‘oh’ as you studied the broad planes of his face, full lips and intense eyes. You felt like he was picking you apart in that moment as you took your time to absorb his ash blond hair in a relaxed, but carefully crafted style. His skin tone was golden; a contrast to Yoongi’s milk-like skin. He glowed, and you couldn’t tell if it from his melanin or the fact that he was radiating intelligence.

“N-Nice to meet you too,” you stammered and managed to close your mouth as he pushed up the rolled sleeves of his white button-down shirt. You swallowed hard and tried to claw through the mental fog that had overcome you. With the teasing from both Jungkook and Yoongi, being presented with another god-like man was the last thing you needed. “I will admit I’m a little confused; my spending was never a problem when I was away? I mean, it’s not like I bought a car.”

Your father barked a laugh and threw up his hands. “You have no grasp on what I do to make this money that you just piss away Y/N! And you COULD have bought a car with the amount you spent yesterday! Like I said: a god damn burden!” he hissed and you flushed slightly, taking a step back unconsciously as you watched his neck flush. Yoongi hadn’t said a word, but you knew you could still sense his dark presence in the corner of the room, not looking at him to notice his eyes narrowed slightly as the scene unfolded.

“Y/N, I’ve had an idea. You’re a daughter. I can’t do much with you. Your brother who I could actually have used is dead. Your mother-” He stopped as he watched your eyes bulge and he shook his head. “I can’t have more children. I’d consider it disrespectful to her memory,” he mused, a hand running along his chin and you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you, but your jaw snapped shut audibly as your teeth clacked together after the noise passed your lips.

Your father’s eyes flared to life in challenge and he glanced at Namjoon, lip curling. “Did you calculate her estimated cost of living and monthly expenditures? Do you have solid numbers?” he said shortly and Namjoon just nodded, eyes flicking between the family members silently. “And did you adjust for a profit at the margin we discussed?”

“Yes sir,” came the deep steady voice, Namjoon’s eyes traveling your figure, his gaze not heavy with lust or desire, but full of curiosity. “The monthly amount that you should request for that profit is in the proposal if you would like to review it.” He finished and cleared his throat. “I can return if you want me to look over the contract,” he said softly, clearing fishing for a dismissal and your father granted it, offering his hand and you felt your mouth tighten in confusion.

“What contract?”

Namjoon grabbed a briefcase and inclined his head to you stiffly in farewell before his long legs carried him out the doorway. Your father’s gaze didn’t leave your eyes as he spoke. “Yoongi, see him out.” Yoongi nodded and started after the tall man in silence, not sparing you a second glance on his way out.

“I asked you what contract?” you said softly, struggling to keep your voice even as your father stepped closer to you.

“Well, you went out. Spent a lot of money that you’ve done nothing to earn, and caught someone’s eye in the process. Someone worth a lot of money and who would be an asset to have closer to the family at this point in his career.” Your father clasped his hands behind his back as he continued to close the distance between you, each step he made, you felt your heart plummet further.

“Father… what exactly are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything, Y/N. I’m telling you. Someone’s made a bid for your hand, and it’s the only thing you’ll be good for at this point. The shopping sprees, your lifestyle. I can maintain them, but if someone else is willing to do so, and the marriage benefits me in my business, I’d be stupid not to pursue it. Do you think I’m stupid, Y/N?” he said, voice getting dangerously quiet as he reached out to tuck a piece of hair that had escaped the rapidly put-up ponytail behind your ear.

“You can’t sell me off like fucking cattle!-” you said, flinching away from his touch, and his large, calloused hand shot out to grab your chin tightly. He forced your face back towards his as you tried to jerk away, squeezing hard enough to make your eyes begin to water. Your heart thudded out a dangerous irregular rhythm as you breathed hard through your nose.

“I can’t? Y/N, you seem to be under the delusion that you are free from the responsibilities that come with being in this family. I suppose that may be my fault. I was too soft on you, pitied the losses I caused you to have. I always had your brother anyway; there was no harm in indulging you. But now, you’re the only one with my blood in your veins. You’re home to do a service for this family. Everyone else has given their lives in some way. Did you think you were special?” His words were measured and cold as he studied you, grip not loosening on your face. You would be bruised tomorrow as you felt the throb set in from the pressure he was applying.

“You may order me to do it, but I don’t have to go along with this,” you hissed, barely able to open your jaw, but clenching your teeth to get your words out, rage licking up and down your body. He had taken your entire life as a child, as an adolescent. Did he really think giving you a few years of freedom put you back in his debt so far that you owed him the rest of your life?!

No sooner than the words were out of your mouth you heard the sharp crack, and felt yourself stumbling backwards into the wall. You blinked quickly as you registered the pain in your head, immediately starting to pound as the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. You barely had time to regain a semblance of your bearings before your father was upon you again, face chillingly blank as his ringed fingers gripped the base of your ponytail, ripping your head back at an awkward angle, a scream breaching your bloody lips. The noise was cut short by another blow, snapping your head to the side before he jerked your face back to center.

“Who do you think you are, you little bitch?” he said with a lilt to his tone as you choked out a sob, unable to keep it from escaping your lips. “You really thought you weren’t going to do shit to replace that money you spent?” When he finished speaking he gave your head a violent shake, as if to scramble your thoughts further. It was completely unnecessary, as your head felt as if it was splitting with the pain he had rocked through you with his blows and harsh grip. You felt the start of a purely hysterical giggle break through, spitting out the fresh rush of blood that ran in your mouth due to the cuts in your cheek from your teeth. You noticed a piece of the skin from inside your mouth flapping loosely that made you nauseated if you dwelled on it.

The laugh was probably the worst response you could have had.

You heard a soft hiss, and your father stepped into your space further, hands darting from your head to wrap themselves around your throat and squeezing. As your hands scrambled to scratch at his hand, his arm, his face, anything, you wished you were surprised at this. You wished you were hurt because you were shocked, but you weren’t. There was blood in the water and he was a shark. He built his life this way.

“You don’t have to go along with this…” he said softly, voice void of emotion, “but you also don’t have to keep living here either. How long will you make it without this family? You’d never make it out of the city.” He mused and continued to squeeze, your vision starting to spot as you tried to draw in any bit of air within the hold he had, the choking heaves under the weight of him making the blood that had pooled in your mouth from his blows spill over your chin grotesquely as it began to stream onto his hand. “So will you behave for once in your fucking life?”

You were hyper aware of the tears streaming down your face as you managed the smallest of nods. You supposed he was right; you had never imagined you would be used in the family in any way. Your entire life had been lonely, and even though you hated it, you had resigned yourself to it. His hands unwrapped themselves from your neck, letting you inhale a burning gasp of air as you slid down the wall, and onto the floor. You coughed and rocked forward onto all fours as the shaking of your body didn’t allow for much more than consciousness.

Your father pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the crimson of your blood off his hand before tossing it to you on the floor. You could barely recognize the quick but unhurried footsteps coming back down the hallway to the office before they stopped short.

“Yoongi, take her upstairs.”

The flush from hustling back to his boss’s office drained from Yoongi’s face as his eyes widened at your figure hunched forward onto your elbows on the floor. He watched you hack as your body tried to clear your airway. Yoongi stayed silent as he reached down, crouching next to you and attempting to offer you a hand so you could stand on your own, for which you were thankful. You felt the physical pain, but no emotions as your mind sluggishly screamed at you to just accept his hand and stand. You needed to walk out of here on your own. You knew you wouldn’t make it all the way to your room after the assault, but you didn’t need to. Just to the elevator.

You reached out your hand, shaking hard, as you clasped at his large palm and hoisted yourself up, letting him pull lightly as he stood with you, noting that he was still silent. You tried to ignore how your vision swam before you, willing your knees not to buckle. You couldn’t pinpoint if the unsteadiness was from the blows to your face, the lack of oxygen, or the tears that had thankfully stopped streaming down your face but still filled your eyes.

Yoongi seemed to read your mind, shifting his grip from your hand to your upper arm, nestling in your underarm and gently steered you to the door, but let you support most of your weight on the way out. You walked in silence as he didn’t rush you down the hallway, both of your eyes trained on the lift door as he typed in the code. As you waited for the door to open you felt your shaking legs betray you and start to bend. You glanced away from him, the movement of your eyes causing a piercing pain to shoot through your head. “Please,” was all you rasped wetly as you put more weight and started to sink, but the pressure holding you up immediately doubled, Yoongi’s support forcing you upright, even if it made your shoulder raise. It would be almost imperceptible from your father’s office if he was still looking in your direction, but you doubted he would. He had already received your submission; he didn’t need you for anything else.

Yoongi didn’t seem to want to take the chance that he was still watching, stepping into the elevator and continuing to only hold you in one place. His grip was still disguised as if he was walking you out in the same way he may escort an associate who was no longer welcome - in such a manner that would deter any further escalation. No one would be able to tell he was the only thing keeping you upright.

As the door slid shut to the elevator the facade crumbled, you lurching forward and gasping out a sob of pain, tilting your head down to let the blood that had been collecting in your mouth pour out onto the floor. You forgot how much mouth wounds bled. Yoongi was not bothered with the grotesque display as he swiftly adjusted his grip to wrap around your shoulders, his other arm sweeping at your feet as he lifted you with apparent ease. You shut your eyes as the tears began to flow once more, unable to restrain the moans and whimpers of pain that escaped between gasps as you cried. He still hadn’t said a word, even as you turned your face into his suit jacket, inhaling jaggedly as you tried to focus on the scent permeating from him, trying to place it through your snot-filled nose. The only thing you could recognize was the warm, woodsy scent of patchouli as you reached a shaking hand up to hold onto his jacket tightly. You knew he wouldn’t drop you, but it grounded you all the same.

You tried to slow your breathing, but failed as the elevator door opened and Yoongi strode quickly to your bedroom door, bending at the knees and somehow using his crook of his elbow and his body to turn the door knob, the only change in your positioning being that you tilted slightly as he spun it. He kicked the door with his foot gently as he stepped in, by-passing your bed as he carried you into your bathroom, carefully getting on his knees as he lowered you into your large bathtub as he placed you there. You continued to breath quickly, your gasps becoming sharper as your gentle shaking soon became uncontrollable. You released his jacket as he stood and you pulled your knees to your chest, shutting your eyes finally as you heard the tap briefly run before a cool rag brushed your chin, eyes flying open as you flinched away.

“Shh, I need to see your face. I have to get the blood off,” Yoongi whispered, and you finally looked at him, noting his face was still paler than normal. “Princess, I need you to take a slow, deep breath okay? Can you do that? Your lips are turning blue; you’re hyperventilating. You’re safe,” he murmured, brows pinching together in a pained expression you had never seen on his face as you tried to nod, attempting to take a long breath in but ended up gulping in air multiple times on the way, the blurring of your vision worsening as Yoongi grimaced, your breathing speeding up again, your shoulders shrugging with the effort to take in air. The last thing you heard was Yoongi’s tense exclamation of “Shit!” before you blacked out.

When you awoke, you were under the covers of your large bed. You sat up quickly before groaning from the ache in your head, then realizing that opening your mouth made you want to scream from pain. Between the squeeze on your jaw and the cuts inside your mouth, it was safe to say you would be saying very little for a while. You glanced towards the window, noting it was inky black outside.

“How long has he hit you?” came a cool voice from beside your bedside and you turned to face the source, seeing a figure standing beside the small table, casting a shadow with the aid of a lamp. Had he even left? Yoongi had shed his stained suit jacket, but still wore the white shirt and same suit pants. You only knew it was the same shirt due to the blood stain from where your mouth must have painted him. Instead of attempting to speak, you shrugged in an attempt to get his gaze off of you. It was piercing and unnerving. You felt as if this was the beginning of an interrogation, and you didn’t fail to notice the color had still not returned to his normally pale face. Now that your mind was a bit clearer you were able to recognize why it registered so deeply with you. He was the embodiment of white with fury. “How. Long?” he said again with such harshness you swallowed hard, ignoring the fire that licked down your throat as you did so.

“That’s a joke right? He’s always been like that. I just normally am better at avoiding it,” you forced out; your words were almost incoherent as you tried to move your jaw as little as possible as you spoke. That was bearable. Good. Not that you had expected it to be, but at least your jaw wasn’t broken; that would have been a pain in the ass. “What time is it?”

“It’s three am,” Yoongi hissed as his eyes glimmered in the near darkness, pushing off the wall and grabbing a glass of water off the table and sweeping a few pills into his hand. “Take these.” You took his offering and a small sip of the water before carefully throwing the pills to the back of your throat and washing them down, sighing softly. “They’re pain pills. They’ll help and you’ll be able to go back to sleep in a bit.”

You didn’t answer but pulled back the cover of your bed and slid out, noting that your bloody shirt had been changed but you still had on your sports bra and leggings. And your ponytail had been taken down, which was probably a good thing since your scalp was still aching from the hold your father had you in.

“Y/N… don’t.” Came Yoongi’s voice, still unemotional but a bit gentler than his earlier tone. You didn’t turn back to him but stopped your path to your vanity, obviously trying to look at your reflection in the mirror to assess the damage.

“Is it that bad?” you grumbled, turning to him and you watched him shrug.

“It’s not good. Don’t worry about it tonight. No bones are broken from what I can tell. I wiped you down the best I could. Just change once I leave and get back into bed.”

You let out a deep breath but finally stepped towards your closet instead to grab an oversized t-shirt. You could work the bra off under it and slip your pants off once you had it on. “Why did you even stay?” you said softly as you set to work, your muscles aching as you attempted to change modestly. You don’t know why it even mattered, but in this moment it did.

“I needed to know if he had done this before. I needed to know if this was the first time. When we were kids, you weren’t around all the time. Sometimes, I’d go months without seeing you. I didn’t know if this was a part of it,” he spat out, visibly tensing as he took a loud steadying breath.

You shrugged as you pulled off your leggings, successful in stripping your bra off under the shirt, and padded back to your bed. “There were a few reasons he kept me separated from everyone. It wasn’t all because he thought I was too precious to see any of this.” You climbed back into bed and tried to settle back into the plushness. Yoongi took a step closer to you, his mouth slightly open as he watched you try to get comfortable, seemingly unable to stop himself.

“Y/N…” he said softly and reached a hand towards you and you stiffened, eyes narrowing, and he took note, dropping his hand slowly.

“Yoongi, I never asked for your fucking pity.”

“I know, and it makes me want to help you even more.”

You blinked and tried to register what he was implying. “Help me?” you repeated, shaking your head as you felt the same hysterical laugh bubble up that had made your assault that much worse in your father’s office. “No one can help me!” You laughed, eyes widening as the smile twisted your features. “This is my life, this is what I was born into. This is what all those shiny things cost, Yoongi! I always knew it but I forgot.” You watched as the pained expression from earlier slid back over his features, and you raised your eyebrows in response. “I appreciate it, but unless you’re willing to put a bullet in my fucking head there’s no saving anything.”

“Who says it has to be your head, Princess?” he said gently and you swear you felt the world stop.

“Don’t say shit like that Min,” you hissed, baring your teeth and shaking your head. “Even if we don’t always get along, I don’t want you dead too.”

“Whatever you say Princess,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he cocked his head to the side. “Are you alright to sleep? You don’t feel like you’re going to vomit?” he asked seriously, watching as you shook your head.

“I don’t have a concussion,” you grumbled but as you watched him smirk and go to grab his jacket you felt your heart speed up. “Yoongi- w-wait.” He immediately stopped, as if he was anticipating your words. “Can you stay here the rest of the night? I know he won’t do anything but I-”

“Let me go change my clothes. Is that okay Princess?”

“Yeah… I just don’t want to be-”

“It’s fine Y/N. I’ll be right back.” You stayed sitting up, watching him as he dismissed your attempts at explanations and justification as he walked out.

You sighed, leaning against the leather headboard and let your breathing even out, even as your heart still raced. The pain began to slowly ebb as the medication took effect; what had you even taken? It had to be something strong as a comfortable fog began to cloud your thoughts.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to have him here. Did you even need to explain? He was technically your bodyguard. You had known each other most of your lives. You had just suffered through an assault; staying with you was reasonable. Even if the assailant wasn’t unknown, nor were the motives. At the end of the day, Yoongi’s presence made breathing a bit easier. His presence made you feel safe.

The door opened again and you sucked in a breath as Yoongi re-entered your bedroom, one hand carrying his gun and holster, the other a hanger with a clean pressed suit. “I’ll wake up before you,” was all he said in response to your surprised expression as he studied you. He mistook the shock on your face as being accredited to the suit. He was an idiot if he thought you cared about the fact he would dress here. You were too busy drinking in the sight of his lean figure in low-slung grey sweatpants. You tried to rip your gaze back to his face but you got caught on the black ribbed tank top and the swirling black tattoos covering his shoulder and chest before disappearing under the material.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” you choked out, feeling your face flush and mentally slapping yourself. He may look like sex on legs, but you looked like you just had the shit beat out of you. Which to be fair to yourself, you actually just had the shit beat out of you.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said, a small smirk tilting his lip up but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He draped his suit over the chair to your vanity and carried his gun with him towards the plush armchair in the corner of the room.

“The bed is big enough Min. I won’t touch you,” you said breathlessly, trying to force away the blush that was deepening across your face. He seemed to freeze and take a few steadying breaths.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Princess.” His voice was controlled but quiet.

“Please Yoongi…” you said just as quietly. “It’s just for tonight. I won’t feel safe if you’re all the way over there.”

It was definitely an over exaggeration. You hadn’t really expected him to even agree to stay in your room with you. The chair was the reasonable option. You knew you were pushing it.

“Princess, I-” He breathed, the airiness of his tone making your belly somersault and it gave you a tiny shiver.

“Yoongi, please. I need you next to me. Just tonight.” You shouldn’t be so worried about getting this man into bed with you, but now that he was here in front of you and it was so close to happening, you felt you might cry if he denied you.

You watched his back muscles rippled as he tensed and tried to relax. He turned wordlessly and walked to the opposite side of the bed, setting his holster down and climbing into the king-sized bed with you. “Go to sleep Princess.”

The drugs had to be prescriptions, not that you really expected a member of an organized crime family to just take a regular aspirin when they were in pain. “Is the oxy working yet? It should start soon if it hasn’t.” You hummed your assent as you squirmed down into the bed and tried to keep the smile from your face as you reached over and turned out the lamp. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, savoring the heat that quickly built from having two bodies under the covers of your bed, ignoring the slightly annoyed sigh from the other side of the bed.

“Be quiet Min, I’m trying to rest,” you said softly and a soft dry chuckle cut through the silence as you let sleep take you.

Yoongi’s POV

Yoongi listened to the soft sounds of your breathing as they lengthened and deepened, the pain pills having done their job perfectly. If only he could have done his job in such a manner. He had been given a job: to keep you safe, and he took it seriously. Even if the one assigning his work was an abusive piece of shit. Yoongi let out a sigh, glancing over at your figure in the dark to make sure his huff hadn’t disturbed your slumber. It didn’t. You were still laying there, eyes closed and unaware, your face turned towards him to afford him a view of what exactly your father had done in his absence.

He felt his teeth grind against each other as even in the dark, he could make out the near black bruises covering your neck in the clear shape of hands, a bloom crossing your smooth cheek as well. Even your chin and jaw were dark from bruising; evidence that your father had held your face to force submission. It had worked. He opened his mouth and stretched his own jaw to try and stop himself from continuing to grind his molars down to nothing in rage. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to forget how you looked and how he felt when he entered the office, watching the blood drip onto the floor. How he wanted nothing more than to simply pull out his gun and lodge a bullet into your father’s knee before proceeding to swing the butt of his gun down onto him until he shattered every bone in the pig’s disgusting face.

Until he begged him to stop. Until he begged his daughter to tell Yoongi to stop.

The daydream made Yoongi smile a full gummy smile and chuckle for the first time today. He would stop when you told him to. If you told him to. Now that he knew your father had put his hands on you before this, he wondered if you would just let him continue until his mania at seeing what had been done to you was sated. He knew it wouldn’t be until he heard your father’s death rattle, knowing it had been at his own hands.

You stirred slightly to readjust in your sleep, drawing his attention back to the present as you moved closer to him in the bed and he sucked in a breath. Even beaten and bruised you affected him. Even carrying you in that elevator down the hall as you clutched onto him. He had been spiraling down into violence but as soon as you grabbed his jacket, he knew you wouldn’t withstand even him raising his voice to anyone without shattering. You were normally so fierce and seeing you broken made him want to tear apart this entire society you both lived in, even if it was all either of you had ever known.

It was then he had decided he would be what you were asking of him with your sobs and how you clutched onto him; he would be as gentle as could be and give you whatever you needed tonight. Tomorrow he would begin the undertaking of dismantling your father piece by fucking piece.

He had watched over you after you passed out; you had woken up briefly for him to get you to take pain medicine once before you actually were able to speak to him. Before you asked him to stay with you. He wanted to pretend it didn’t make his icy heart crack, the way you tried to explain and justify his presence. He would never ask you to in this kind of situation. When Yoongi returned to his room, he attempted to steel himself for a night of sitting in that uncomfortable chair, and a sleepless day tomorrow. He had gone more than twenty-four hours without sleep before.

But when your eyes, even if they had started to become glossy and dilated from the drugs, began to run over him, he had to try and think of every unsexy thing he could fathom. You had just been fucking violated and just with one look he felt the blood travel away from his brain and pool below his waist. Why did he think he would be able to wear sweatpants while staying with you? You destroyed every semblance of self control he had. He still hadn’t forgotten your teasing in the elevator prior to this shit show.

Then your soft drowsy voice had called out to him just as he had regained his mental fortitude and continued to the chair. You would be the fucking death of him and he didn’t think he would really mind. Now, as he laid here in bed with you trying to ignore the fact that you were shifting closer to him in your sleep, seeking his warmth, he closed his eyes. He had anticipated the pure fury of tonight keeping him awake, but instead it was the fact that he could feel your breath on his neck, that if he turned his head back to you he could still make out your absolutely gorgeous feminine form from under the blankets. The dip in your waist and the curve of your hips, sloping into your soft thigh. Yoongi’s eyes shot open as he let out a soft hiss as he felt his member stiffen in his sweats, one large hand reaching down to palm himself, and he willed his hard-on to disappear.

He dropped his eyes again, confident he would get his bulge to go down without waking you, and as he tended to it, a soft small hand reached across his middle, making his forehead furrow. He tried to take a steadying breath, and tried to not imagine that the events of last night weren’t the reason he was in your bed. That you had just invited him to bed because you wanted him there, not for security but because you wanted him as a man to share your bed and body. That he could roll over to face you, slip his own hand up that oversized shirt and rub soft circles into your skin before slipping his hand down in-between your thighs.

Yoongi felt his cock twitch and himself harden further, forcing another deep breath in and out as he circled back to try and think of grotesque things to make his longing subside. You at least had stopped wriggling in the bed in an attempt to get closer; he was thankful for that. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to calm his heart and regulate his breath to make it possible for him to drift off.

This was going to be a long night.

#bts suga #bts ff #bts x reader #mafia!bts #bts gang au #bts imagines #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #btsxarmy #License to steal

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necros-writing-stuff · 3 years ago

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"You're joking." Bailey took another drag from his cigarette, an unamused glare leveled at his only real friend. Eden sat across from him, on the other side of his desk. The chair he was in, too small for his height and weight. It creaked when the hunter shifted, sitting up straighter in the chair ment for children and teens.

"I'm not." Eden's deadpan expression and monotone response felt like a punch in the gut. Or a knife in the back. Not that Bailey would let him know that.

The caretaker let out a cloud of smoke before snuffing his cigarette in the ashtray to his left. He opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, the cheap stuff you used to get wasted fast. He kept the good stuff at home, the expensive, quality kind ment to be sipped on while reading by the fire, his spouse's head in his lap. Resting, or blowing him; he didn't care which. God, he wished he could be there instead right now.

The cap of the bottle was uncerimoniously flicked off, bouncing off the wall and landing in the trash across the room. Bailey brought the glass to his lips and began drinking the amber liquid.

"Nice shot-"

"Don't fucking start with me, Eden." Bailey snapped, bringing the whiskey down hard on his desk. The sound was a lot louder in the otherwise quiet room. For a moment, the only sound was from his ancient computer. The monitor humming with life. He had three new emails from high paying clients, but he couldn't focus on anything but the sick joke in front of him.

"You're being childish." Eden grunted, shifting in the wooden chair.

"Childish? I'm being childish?! You're the one who's trying to fuck my kid!" Bailey's hands came down on the desk, his chair pushed out from under him as he stood. Eden quirked an eyebrow.

"You sell children all the time. Figured it'd be the same with that one." He shrugged, much too calm for Bailey's liking. He grit his teeth and breathed heavy out his nose. There'd be no good in killing Eden. He'd feel bad about it, his kid would be crushed and, most importantly, his spouse would be upset.

He used his foot to drag his leather office chair back to him and ran his hands through his hair, mussing it. He dropped back down in his seat and glowered at his "friend".

"It's different with my kid." He said sternly. He hadn't kept many secrets from Eden in regards to his home life. Hell, he let you visit him! Eden knew damn well you were one of two people he gave a shit about and yet here he was!

"Is it because your spouse?" Eden asked, cocking his head to the side like a dog. He spent too much time in the woods. He was going feral. He was going fucking feral and he wanted to buy Bailey's only (actual) child. He didn't give a shit if you were an adult, almost finished with high school and ready for uni. He was your father damn it! You were still a baby to him!

"No. It's not because of my spouse." Before he felt the itch to grab his gun itch up his arm, he took another long swig of whiskey. How could Eden not get it? He was like family to you! To him! What the actual fuck?!

"You think someone else would take better care of them?" Eden countered. Had Bailey said that out loud? Regardless, the caretaker pinched the bridge of his nose.

"That's not the point Eden." He let out a defeated groan.

"What is?" Bailey stared hard at Eden, searching for any hint of humor or malice, or anything that might give away that his childhood friend didn't actually want to bone his baby.

"The point," He found none. Bailey ran his hands through his hair again.

"Eden, is that you're like an uncle to them. It's as close to incestuous as you could possibly get. Not only that, you're significantly older than them and quite frankly," Bailey pulled out another cigarette and lit it. He took a long drag before letting the smoke fill the air between them.

"I'd rather they leave for uni and never have to come back here. I don't want them living in the forest with a man who's forgotten basic decencies. Like not requesting to engage in sexual acts with their friends' kid." Bailey held his fresh cig between his middle and ring fingers, studying Eden. He didn't want it to come to blood, but he'd done worse things in his life. Eden chuckled.

"So there's something you won't take money for." He said, his smile genuine and amused. His spouse would be so upset if he killed Eden. They'd be so, so disappointed if he went home with bruises and bloody knuckles from beating the shit out of their friend. He was sure they would understand, of course, he just didn't want them knowing it came to blows. His perfect little spouse was already aware of all the horrible, fucked up shit he did. He didn't want to push it.

"Two somethings." Bailey corrected. He had a small picture of you and your other parent hidden in his desk. Helped him not kill the orphans that were too young to sell. It was also helping him resist the urge to smash the half drank bottle of whiskey over Eden's head.

"I'm not asking for you to pimp them out." Eden spoke like they were talking about the weather. Like Bailey wasn't doing his damndest not to kill him.

"I said, I wanted to buy them. For keeps." Bailey flicked the ash off his cigarette.

"And what does for keeps mean?" Bailey could see the gears turning in Eden's head. He didn't like it. Eden wasn't dumb muscle. He was strong, sure but he was also smart and resourceful. That made him dangerous. After an agonizing minute passed, Eden spoke.

"Like you and your spouse." Bailey blinked slowly, dumbfounded.

"You want to marry my eighteen year old. Who you've known since they were an infant."

"Yes." Bailey sat back in his chair and pulled a phone from his pocket. Not one of his burner phones he used for criminal activity, but one he bought specifically to contact you and his spouse. He quickly selected your other parent's number and called them.

The pair listened as it rang, and a soft voice came from the line. The sound of something boiling and the clattering of dishes could be heard in the background.

"Hello?" Bailey's spouse answered. Bailey ran his free hand through his hair again, further wrecking it. He was an incredibly prideful man. If Eden had been anyone else, he'd be dead. If his spouse was anyone else, he wouldn't speak to them. If you were anyone else, he wouldn't give a shit. But three strikes and he's out.

"Eden's lost his mind. I can't speak with him. Please explain to him why he can't marry our child." He knew he sounded pathetic and defeated. He was caught between a rock and a hard place. Thus, he chose the option that wouldn't affect his marriage.

"I'll be there in five." Oh. They sounded so... Angry. He hadn't expected that. They were always so soft and gentle, they rarely got really, truly angry at any one person. Of course, this was their baby they were talking about. You were as precious to them as you were Bailey.

Eden seemed just as curious to see them pissed off as he was.

(- anon 🚩 then Prequel!pc showed up, the three of them yelled at eachother, exchanging low blows and personal insults and then current!pc came in cause no one was home and eden proposed and they said yes and they left together and fucked for a whooooooooole week. The end.)

Oh what I would give to be a fly on that wall.

And you just know Current-PC and Eden would come visit for dinner every week and Bailey would have to sit there while his best friend hand-feeds his kid, who still sits in his lap regardless of where they are. Pre-PC might purposefully burn Eden’s food.

#🚩 anon #younger au #spill your guts #Eden the Lonely #Bailey the Caretaker #others stuff

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spoondrifts · 5 years ago

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I just came up with something fucking hilarious please keep reading

what if the magnus institute had spirit week???

a single week where the dress code doesn't apply (as if it applies to the archival staff anyway) to everyone in the institute. a single week of absolute chaos.

(idk if england even has spirit week but we have it here in america so)

the first day of spirit week is pajama day. Jon comes in with just an old band t shirt because he really hates spirit week and will only slightly participate to keep Tim from harassing him all day. Tim is wearing a full panda onesie. Daisy and Basira have matching slippers. Melanie has a bunch of ghost hunt uk merch on. Martin has normal pajamas. no one expects Elias to participate but then their boss waltzes into work wearing a onesie covered in eyes and slippers with little ships on them, and Tim is affronted.

"Tim," Jon says tiredly, "please don't turn this into a competition."

Tim is, in fact, turning it into a competition.

the next day is 80s fashion, which means Tim comes in wearing ray bans and a fanny pack and a jean jacket and is confident he's won this round, when Elias comes in wearing shit like this:

and Tim almost loses it. almost.

everyone else realizes it's funnier to watch the ensuing drama than actually try to dress up for spirit week themselves. Jon, relieved that the pressure is off of him, returns to his sweater vests.

wednesday's theme is colorful. Tim wears a shirt covered in rainbows, some weird baggy pants that are a painful neon green and printed with vibrant palm trees, rainbow socks, and white shoes that he splatters with violent pink and yellow paint. he's sitting at his desk, smug as hell, and everyone is actually doubting Elias' ability to match Tim, until Martin runs into the archives and says, shaken, "Elias is here."

Tim's jaw falls open.

Elias' hair is dyed bright blue. scattered on every patch of visible skin are painted green eyes. his suit is so pink it hurts to look at. his tie is covered in purple and orange stripes that clash horrifically. his dark blue pants are absolutely covered in glow-in-the-dark spiral patterns. his shoes glow and pulse with rainbow lights as he walks. and to top everything off, he has a full-body rainbow cape draped over his shoulders.

the archival staff can only gawk in faint terror.

"Good morning," Elias says, then turns and walks into his office.

oh boy. ohoh. Tim cannot let this injustice stand. he will reign triumphant and Elias will fall into ruin, crushed beneath Tim's raw fashion sense. it's a flawless goal. Jon quietly dumps thirty sugar packets into his tea.

for thursday, the theme is twins, which requires a partner.

"No," Jon, Basira, Martin, and Daisy say at the same time.

"Fuck yeah," Melanie says.

Tim doesn't think Elias even has anyone to match with, but he's still not taking any chances. he and Melanie end up wearing clout glasses, fluffy pink boas, and matching What the Ghost merchandise.

"Who's Elias matching with?" Tim asks at work on thursday.

Jon looks pained. "You'll see."

Elias struts into work hanging off of Peter Lukas' arm, and they are identical. they're both in full sea captain gear, with matching hats and badges and even shoe brand. they both have wedding rings on their hands. somehow, against literally everything, Elias had gotten Peter to shave his beard and style his hair to perfectly match Elias'. Tim wants to scream.

"This is my husband," Elias says, not a flicker of emotion on his face. "Peter, won't you say hi?"

Peter looks uncomfortable and miserable and Tim feels a sharp stab of satisfaction. then, apparently having served his purpose of antagonizing Tim, Peter hastily says goodbye and vanishes into thin air.

Tim is. very VERY close to giving up.

but it's friday and he has one last chance. friday is meme day.

"Elias doesn't even know what memes are," Tim stresses, a manic note in his voice, as Martin absently nods along. "He's an old man! He's got no clue!"

Martin politely does not bring up the fact that Jon looks older than Elias and still knows what a meme is.

friday goes like this

Tim, on a skateboard, rolling around the institute: I don't know what the fuck just happened, but I don't really care, I'mma get the fuck up outta here, fuck this shit I'm out

Tim: wait what the fuck

Elias, a piece of paper with the words 'barbecue sauce' on it taped to his chest, smug: so I'm standing there, barbecue sauce on my titties

Tim: WHAT THE FUCK

Daisy, lifting Jon above her head effortlessly: thiS BITCH EMPTY-

Jon, screaming: I did not consent to the yeet

Melanie, filming: this is going on the official institute website

(anyway. elias used his beholding powers to know exactly how to piss tim off every single day. the eye revokes his avatarship for several weeks after this debacle and the institute no longer has a spirit week)

#hi this is my contribution to the fandom #I'm not sorry #timothy stoker #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #martin blackwood #daisy tonner #basira hussain #melanie king #peter lukas #tma #the magnus archives #magnuspod #long post #lonely eyes

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puddlejumper38 · 2 years ago

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The Lost Metal notes

I like to keep notes while I'm reading Branderson books, mostly its just me yelling about things. With so many spoilers. Also its a long post and possibly not coherent...

I read the pre-released chapters, so this starts round abouts chapter 19. Again this is just all spoilers. -Trell = Autonomy was actually a spoiler I'd seen. But it makes sense what with Bleeder/Paalm/Lessie shouting about freedom every 5 sec - Return of Duralumin, fantastic: genuinely fantastic, not sarcasm. I like it, it fucks shit up in predictable but dramatic ways. BOOM super allomancy. - of course the evil guys have it, but oh well. - AHHHHHHHHHHH - Death himself !!! - It is MARSH :D - This is earlier than expected - Ah. - Of course Branderson has nerfed him. I knew it. I knew it. He's too powerful otherwise. GOd fucking damn it. - 'its difficult to compound with hemalurgy' says Marsh, compounding with hemalurgy. Well, he'd know I guess. - Listen. Branderson. If you kill Marsh for the third (3rd) time. We will have to have a talk. It won't be polite. - God fucking damn it part 2: we are now losing both Marsh AND VenDell in the same breath. Really? - (just give him atium sazed. hey sazed. give him the atium) - I have more comments but this is supposed to be for the Whole Book..... and I need room left in case Marsh comes back (joking, joking) - I'm fine. - (He still swears using the Lord Ruler's name. Marsh, I love you) - I feel like Moonlight might be Shai, but I'm not sure. I could be missing something really obvious. - I Sincerely hope that the 'three left of the crew' is SAZED, Kelsier and Marsh. I don't like Spook "lets kill the old people with Hemalurgy" Lestibournes. But he did live to be over 100. - Sazed is going to be Discord by the end of this book, isn't he? - To save the world. And everyone's pissed off with his inaction. - 'He will be Discord and they will love him' or similar from HoA has stuck with me. I am waiting. Sooooon. - Damn I forgot I did not like the Ghostbloods. They all have their noses in the air, and not in a fun way like VenDell - Its TenSoon!! Hello there!! - Yeah I figured the set were framing the Senators. - Okaaaay, that thing with the Bands is concerning. What Were They Used For? - Ah yes, Shai. - What was even the point of the Ghostbloods here. They didn't do anything. -Oh Wax just used Hemalurgy. I'm sure of it. Duralumin spike. Don't like that. -Yup. As much as I like Duralumin.... just. Hemalurgy. Y'know? Don't fucking spike yourself. I don't even like the earrings. - They Have Lerasium So Where Is The Atium? How Much Is A Small Amount Anyway? - I'm gearing up to get cranky. I'll put it on hold for now. - Alas, I did not like Wayne and don't care about this development. - I'm so glad Marasi didn't join the Ghostbloods. It suits her better. Its the secrets thing, and I'm glad that was her reason. - Well. At least Sazed said. Not like last time, when it was left a mystery like Branderson had forgotten to mention him. (I don't have to get cranky) - OH! He's baaack. - Hey Marsh what the fuck did that mean? - Hm. So why can he walk around in broad daylight and not get noticed? Would love to find out sometime. - Wax is a mistborn. Does this mean we'll see him again? That epilogue implied we won't. - And, finally, unfortunately Sazed is not Discord. Yet. I'm waiting....

#mistborn #the lost metal #the lost metal spoilers #mistborn spoilers #tlm spoilers

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enha-woodzies · 4 years ago

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➸ CHAPTER 1 | " A TRUCE FOR STICKS "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.4k

taglist: @serendipitysung (thank you for the beta babe) @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix

[ TEASER ] | [ MASTERLIST ] | [ NEXT CHAPTER ]

"Hear me! Hear me! Oh dearest citizens of Northumberland! Today, I excitingly send words of the town's whatabouts as we engage ourselves in the most awaited event of the season一 the debutantes' ball!

To finally meet and acquire their very own match, a roster of this year's finest young ladies and lords will twirl and swoon their way in the Queen's Court in about forty-eight hours from today.

Amongst the several noblemen in present, who will be the lucky and eligible lords to win the hearts and hands of the city's virtuous and stunning young women? From Northumberland's notable and wealthy families, who will be the successful couples to make it through the exceptional game of matchmaking?

I, for one, doubt the family of Lady Yang will be two steps behind this social occasion, as it appears to my sources the second-born is finally joining the eligible bachelors of the season! Oh yes! Juicy, isn't it? But wait! Another juicy tattle just sprung up the instincts of the town's desperate mothers!

The ravishing only son of the Duke of Northumberland is finally back in town and up for grabs as the Duke himself announced his son "eligible and in need of a potential wife"! This season will no other be than an exciting and exceptional turn for the highly-acclaimed families of the North.

Curious of what's going to happen? Well, see you in forty-eight hours!"

The folded paper is now shoved at the back pocket of the tensed boy who begrudgingly positioned himself back in the shooting marker of the field. With a steady stance and a firm grip on the blunderbuss, he pulls the trigger aiming for the target hanging on a tree branch. The boy hisses for what somehow appears to be his fifteenth missed shot now.

"I see you've read the Daily Tattle. Does that explain your angered shot just now?" A tall, plump-faced boy walks toward the brooding lad who's now awaiting his next bullet being prepared by his personal servants.

He heaves a deep sigh. "Been pissing off my shot the moment I took my first pull this morning."

The tall, plump-faced boy in question is Daniel, the youngest of the three brothers of the Yang family and a very dear friend of our pissed off lad, Niki, the youngest of the Park family. Daniel slings an arm around his pal's shoulder, only to be shrugged away in an instant. "Loosen up, my lord." He scoffs in sarcasm. "Is it your sister?"

Niki closes an eye as he carefully steadies his arm to his line of sight. After he blows another impulsive shot, he lets go of the blunderbuss and turns to his friend. "Who do you think?"

"Well, for starters, you're using the blunderbuss for target practice. Anyone would think you're just out to play but as your trusted old pal, you only come out here with that weapon when it's about your sister." Niki rolls his eyes while pulling Daniel to the nearby bench. "You sure, bud? Only when it's about Y/n? You've surely seen the stupid parchment this morning. Can't believe you're dumb enough to be my friend."

Daniel perks up his brows when he recalls the contents of the Daily Tattle. "Ah! Sunghoon's returned!" Niki clicks his tongue while adjusting the utterly tight boots his maid had put on for him. “And here I am thinking you’re annoyed because your sister is about to be offered for marriage.” The other boy mumbles.

“It was originally that. But then one thing led to another now that I’ve seen the Daily Tattle. Mother will look for ways to get Y/n closer to Sunghoon.”

“Well, I’d do the same if I was your mother. It’s the Duke’s son we're talking about here! His father plans to hand over the title to him as soon as he gets married. Isn’t it regal?” Niki quickly slaps Daniel’s chest before walking away to head inside their manor. The boy was quick enough to catch up to his heated friend, after all, he has pretty long legs for a mere young lad.

“C’mon! Y/n would never answer to a guy like him. You should trust your sister more often, Nik.”

“And you should keep your mouth shut more often, Dan.” Daniel struggled to stifle another remark the moment Niki turned his back on him. He knows where Niki’s frustration and anger are coming from so one more silliness from him would make Niki’s fist land him on the ground.

“Sunghoon sent me an invitation this morning. I reckon you haven’t opened yours? Chap’s inviting us for quick rounds of fencing in their garden today.”

Niki abruptly stopped from his rushed paces when Daniel’s tone changed from being playful to utter seriousness, but he never turned to face him. He was trying to process what his pal just said and stood stiff on his spot. “It’s about time you take your sticks out… for a few rounds of fencing, don't you think?” Daniel walked past Niki but didn't fail to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. He huffs an almost tired sigh. “See you at the Duke’s garden, bud.”

The afternoon daze lands upon Niki’s hooded figure coming down from their carriage. The boy deeply exhales before finally setting foot on his former friend's grounds. It’s been years, he thought. But the memory still stings his fragile heart, although his mother taught him better than to let his emotions get the better of him. He just couldn't figure out what to do in the remaining hours of being stuck with Sunghoon in this dreaded place.

“Lord Niki,” The Duke’s butler bows before the lad while choking in a whisper. “Belle missed you tons, my lord.” He finally let out.

“She does, doesn't she? I’m sure she's been well?” Niki suddenly felt a rushing warmth up in his cheeks at the mere knowledge he just gained. “Always been, my lord.” Niki places a hand on the butler's shoulder before smiling away. “Much thanks, Edmond. I’ll visit the castle’s stable in a bit to see what Belle's been up to. And don’t worry, I can see myself to the horses.”

“Niki! You came!” Daniel rushed to his friend for a tight hug to which Niki only forced a smile. It wasn't because of Daniel’s almost constricting embrace though, but because of the sight of the Duke’s son walking his way towards the two lads. “Your Grace.” With a tone of sarcasm and his most incomparable humor, Niki bows before the tall and well-built, almost pale marquess the instance Daniel pulled away.

“There will be no need for formalities, Niki. It’s not like-”

“I insist, Your Grace.” Sunghoon clicks his tongue as he places his hands on his waist. He will, after all, be addressed that way very soon. “Very well. You’ve never been one to take heedings anyway. Come, the garden’s been waiting for us.”

The pavement leading to the grand garden was made of the purest white pebbles and enormous shrubs towering over them on each side of the vertical pathway. Niki couldn't help himself from sniffing the fresh air time to time as the place, despite being dreadful, is filled with fresh air adequately provided by the healthy bunch of trees that's surrounding the royal grounds.

He forces down every bit of flashback that's trying to reign over him by little subtleties such as swallowing his saliva consistently, or clicking his fingers in agitation. Daniel would place an arm over his shoulder every ten seconds to keep the anxious boy from insanity.

So long as Niki was too occupied with his drowning thoughts, he hasn't realized the servant handing him the fencing sword after he’s changed into full gear in the middle of the yard.

“May I remind you that this is nothing but a formal play without personal intentions in the way. I trust you well enough to at least take that very simple heed, Niki. There won’t be a need to get effusive.” Sunghoon smirks to the boy whose eyes are now hooded with fuming anger.

“Oh, he’s tamed, my lord. You need not to worry about him. Right, Niki?” Daniel awkwardly chuckles to keep the tension from brewing any further. With stares that could kill, Niki may as well have “His Grace’s” head off by now.

“After the third count, gentlemen. En-garde!”

“Foils at the ready!”

“One…”

“Two…”

“Allez!”

And before the count even reached its end, Niki threw his first offense.

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snowgoldwaylon · 4 years ago

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You Call That Sneaky?? - Dimitri Belikov X Reader

Not all goes as planned when Y/N and Belikov fly the bird.

TW: Strong language, use of gunship/death.

"Belikov, we need covering fire!" is what you heard come through his comms attached to his collar. It was Adler, they were in a pretty tight place. You quickly pulled the missiles online and hit "launch sequence" on the AC-31 Gunship.

Belikov flipped some switches, pulled back on the yoke and held it steady. He looked back at you and gave the nod. You quickly got on the radios to let them know the danger.

"Y/N to Adler, danger close. I repeat danger close. AC-31 out!" You warned them.

You set off the first round of just bullets, and quickly switched to bursts of incendiary rounds.

"Shot out!" You called, hitting a direct target.

The place was practically crawling with enemies, and you needed to clear extraction to bring the team up. They originally came here to collect some potential information regarding Robert Aldrich.

You needed to take him out because he was leaking sensitive information to Perseus, and his trail went cold after Bell was able to crack his spy ring.

So, of course hotshot Adler loaded himself, Woods, and Mason up and hauled their cookies all the way to the Border of Colorado.

They snuck around, maintaining stealth. You and Belikov controlled the bird, and flew around for sweep and cover protection. But, as they snuck up on a meeting, it was all revealed.

Turns out, it was a set up. And it really pissed off Frank. It pissed him off so much, he ended up losing his temper, and reached for a conveniently well place grenade launcher.

To sum it up, Frank fucked up. Because now the three man dream team went up against well over 200 enemies. So, here you were. You layed multiple rounds out until slowly but surely all the white in the thermal sights faded.

"We are clear Belikov! We are heading to the Southeast ridge, hooking up there!" Mason said into the radio.

"We got you guys, don't even worry. Y/N here will keep you safe!" Belikov said, looking over at you and winking.

You felt yourself blush, and quickly turned back to the controls.

"Well, looks like Woods owes all of us a drink after this shit show. You are sleeping on the couch tonight!" Adler yelled.

"Hey fuck you, I'll sleep there with your mom!" Frank retorted.

Man, the conversations between them never got old. You loved the time spent with the team.

You and Belikov pulled the helicopter over the ridge, where the team was going to hook up. You got up from the cockpit, and readied three a long, safety rope with three hookup points for the boys.

You dropped it over and it fell. You watched as they all attached, and you hit the botton for the rope to start slowly retracting.

You made sure they got in one by one, for the safety of everyone. You went back up to the co pilot seat and strapped in.

"Belikov, we are clear! Boys, headphones on!" You shouted.

They all put the headphones on, and started to relax a little.

"Good job as my helper today, Y/N. Soon, you'll be able to fly by yourself. And when that day comes, you'll feel so full and accomplished you'll burst! And that'll be the day I take you out for party." Belikov said, flashing you a dazzling smile.

"Well thank you, Dimitri. And you better! We've talked about this since I first started flying!" You said, Watching the skys.

"Of course, anything for you. You are amazing in everyway possible." He winked at you.

You felt like you were in a daze, until you heard a familiar, yet worrying ding. You immediately sighed, knowing exactly what that ding met.

"Fuck, of course! Dimitri I thought you said you filled up before we left!" You said.

Belikov shot you a "oh shit I completely forgot face" and shrugged.

"The beauty of Adler's face had me distracted. I must have forgotten." He said.

"Finally, someone that appreciates this handsome face." Adler mumbled to himself.

"Well, what now? We'll never make it past the summit if we don't fuel up!" Mason cried.

You turned, looking back at them.

"What happens now, is either Dimitri or I have to go outside and hang off the ledge. While doing that, one of us will have to quickly connect the emergency fuel so it can atleast get us back to a drop zone." You spoke calmly, turning to him.

"But, since Belikov did it last time, it's my turn. I will go do this real quick, prepare for a stop at a fueling station. It looks like I'm reading one about 20 clicks North." You said, slipping on gear.

"Y/N, are you sure about this? I can do it while you fly, come now. Don't be stupid, nyet!" Belikov said.

You looked back, and gave him a thumbs up.

"No, I can do it. It's only fair, don't worry I got this. It'll be quick and easy!" You said, slipping an emergency parachute on just in case.

Adler, Woods, and Mason all watched as you geared up, stepping towards the opening of the heli.

"Y/N, your fuckin' nuts. Do you need any help?" Woods questioned.

You looked back at him, and nodded yes. He got up and came over to you.

"I need you to hold onto my feet until I tell you to let go. I need to start off with a good grip, or else I'll go splat." You said.

He nodded, and you went prone. You hung halfway out, and grabbed onto the support handles. Woods grabbed your feet and secured you.

You clipped your belt to the safety clamp and gave Woods a 'hold steady' hand signal. But, to him it apparently looked like a thumbs up. So, out of routine, he carefully let your feet go.

Immediately, the strong winds pulled your body out of the side, and left you hanging by your harness. The wind whipped and slashed at your skin like tiny, ice cold daggers as you desperately tried to reach for the handles.

Everyone on board started freaking out. Belikov went to make an emergency landing, but there were too many trees. He looked and looked for the best spot possible, and finally spotted a clearing.

You were screaming, yelling and crying. You felt the harness behind to tick and tear. It was going to bust at the seams at any moment, and you were still in the air.

You hung from the clip in the middle of your chest, trying to use your feet to kick back to the side.

Adler was trying to reach you with his arm, but it wasn't happening. You were just out of reach by a few feet. You were out of options.

"Y/N!!! Hang on, we almost have you!!" Mason shouted, quickly throwing together a rope to secure you with.

"What the hell did you do idyot?? I can't land, we are right over Soviet territory!" Belikov wretched out.

He dropped lower to land, but not fast enough. By time he dropped almost enough, is when your harness finally tore straight in half. The clip broke from the force, and you dropped straight down, backwards.

You screamed as you felt the force of the fall practically crush you. You were able to turn to your stomach, and quickly reach for the string used for the parachute.

You fumbled to find out, but when you did you yanked. Relief swept over you when it deployed, and slowly descended down to a platform.

"Her chute deployed, but it's heading straight to the middle of that warehouse it looks like!" Mason yelled.

Belikov channeled your radio, worry racing through him.

"Y/N? Y/N can you hear this? If so, I landed just a few clicks West of you. This is heavily guarded compound!" Belikov spoke into it.

You landed with a thud, and you quickly switched it on, ripping off the vest. You quickly took cover behind a fallen log, looking all around at your surroundings.

"I can see, and that little stunt just sent out a whole fucking search party. They have dogs, please tell me you have a plan." You said, finally throwing the vest to the ground.

Adler came on the radio next.

"Y/N, the best thing for you to do is to try and sneak around to the West side of the compound. We are going to push to you so you'll be safe. Do NOT draw any attention to you. Meet me at the blue warehouse." Was what he said.

"Blue warehouse, got it." Was all you said, clicking it off. You reached for a sharp looking rock you found on the ground, and got up to slowly look around.

You determined the best path to the warehouse, and set off. You were hurt, scared, and shaking. You could feel the adrenaline move through your body, and you almost couldn't think.

You weren't mad at Woods, you knew it was an accident. But right now.....All you wanted was to be in the arms of Dimitri Belikov. You decided now, after you got back to the heli you were going to say how you felt.

You were ready, and nearly dying really helped you decide. You just hoped he felt the same way.

Meanwhile, back with Belikov he was ready to kill. He assembled his trusty AK-47 and was ready to full send it to you. His heart was in a panic, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

"Belikov, Y/N is going to be just find. Adler will go get her, and then you'll get us home. Everything will work out, I promise." Mason said, trying to get Belikov to calm down.

Belikov looked to Mason with tears in his eyes. He couldn't stand the though of you out there, alone with no weapon. But knowing you, he knew you found something. That's what he loved about you, and many other things.

"I know, but she is worth a lot to me. I love her." Belikov sobbed.

Mason picked up on his distress, and he opened his arms for Belikov.

Belikov accepted the hug, and Mason patted his back.

"This will be over in a few minutes. Adler and Y/N will be back in no time, I promise." Was what Mason said.

Meanwhile, Frank fueled up the heli. The plan was to pick you up, and book it back home. Nobody wanted to be here more than they had to be.

Back with you, you approached a small fire. Around the fire was a few enemies, asleep. One was in a chair, the other on the ground, and the last against a barrell, hat pulled over his eyes.

You went to step around the group and take a right, but you smacked right into the frame of an old truck. This ended up setting off the panic alarm. You dove behind another old car and held still, as you heard them all shoot up from slumber.

You heard guns cock, and your heart sank. You swallowed hard, and leaned your head back against a car, looking up. They all started looking around, you heard the footsteps.

You fully accepted that you were doing to die. How the hell were you supposed to fight four people off with a sharp rock, while they had full automatic weapons.

You felt no hope, until you saw familiar sunglasses. Adler sat up on the ridge above you, waving you to follow him. Your eyes went wide, but you moved when he signaled.

That was, until you ran right into a person. You looked up at him, and he began to yell in Russian. He pulled his gun on you, but you tackled him quickly. You subdued him somehow, and grabbed his AK.

But you and Adler both spotted a flare in the distance. The screaming of the base alarm system filled your ears.

"Y/N, let's go! Just run, we are right up here!" Adler yelled, taking your hand.

You both sprinted full speed up the ridge side, with the entire army base on your heels. Adler radioed in, and finally you saw the heli in the distance.

"Be ready to go! We have the entire base on our ass, we're about 100 feet from you!" Is what Adler shouted.

You heard the blades begin to spin, it was ready to go. You both gave it all you had ad bullets zipped and flew past your head at incredible speed.

You came to the last few steps, and booked it. You both dove into the side, and Mason slammed it closed. The helicopter took off at full speeds, while bullets hit the side, making a panging sound.

You huffed and puffed on the ground, completely spread out. You suddenly felt arms around you, and a head in your neck.

It was Belikov, you recognized his smell from anywhere. You looked at him, lifting his face. You gave him a big smile and wiped his tears away.

"Hey its alright, I'm here. I'm safe, thanks to Doc." You chuckled.

Belikov took your face in his hands, and tucked your stray hair away.

"I thought I lost you. Y/N, I love you. I realized that tonight, after thinking you were dead. I always have, and will." He said, a tear falling from his eye.

You choked up, and rested your forehead against his. Your hand stroked his face, as you leaned in.

"And the same as I, Dimitri. Now, kissing me you fool." You said with a laugh.

You locked lips. It felt like fireworks and sparklers went off in your brain. It was everything you ever wanted.

After pulling away from the kiss, Belikov pulled you to his chest, and held you there all the way back. He looked down at you, and lost it laughing.

"What's so funny huh?" You questioned.

"No offense Y/N but, you call that sneaky? Tripping right into an enemy?"

#black ops cold war #cold war #dimitri belikov #cod belikov #belikov x reader #frank woods #russell adler #alex mason #one shot

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endlich-allein · 4 years ago

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Once again, @iinchicore was very kindly to translate an article for me. This is the interview with Till and Joey in MetalHammer (January 2021). The boys tell about their journey in the Amazon and their future projects together.

A big thank you, lots of kisses and a big hug to @iinchicore ♡

Till Lindemann & Joey Kelly : Friendship Without Limits

MetalHammer: How did the preparations for this journey differ in comparison to your Yukon trip?

Joey Kelly: We took along different equipment. While riding on the Yukon we used sturdy Canadian kayaks, which we couldn't find in Colombia. So we took along our own foldable 15 kilogramme kayak. Due to the climate, our choice of clothing was also different. Besides, the Amazon is much more dangerous than Alaska. There are many dangerous animals, small and big ones. You can find snakes, crocodiles and piranhas, which is why you shouldn't bathe in the river. You have to move differently on the Amazon than on the Yukon, where you only have to keep your distance to bears and elks. Amazonia is a jungle, where only those animals survive who eat the others.

Your first river journey led you to the Yukon, now you travelled on the Amazon. Was there a reason for why you picked that river exactly?

Till Lindemann: We were considering to travel along the Chinese Yangtze or the Lena in Russia, Siberia. Siberia was my favourite, but Joey convinced me to go to the Amazon. We have both been there before and knew a little about how to prepare and what to expect. One thing we knew right away was that, in regard to the nature and people, South America was much more exciting – Siberia looks similar to Alaska. That wouldn't have been all that interesting for our second book. Now the contrast is much greater: Alaska is austere and glum, the Amazon is the exact opposite with an entirely different wildlife and vegetation. Don't forget the wonderful colours of South America!

Any fascinating experiences of nature?

TL: It is really rare to spot an animal in the jungle. You can hear them everywhere, but they hide or are disguised very well. With the help of the local guides we observed snakes, birds, monkeys and a tapir. We saw pink dolphins and watched them do their jumps on the river. Because of their skin-like colour the locals believe they're incarnations of their dead loved ones and worship them.

How did the locals at the river react towards you?

TL: Reluctant, at first. You go to them and, for example, ask whether you can stay the night. They don't really talk much in the beginning, but after a night with a lot of Cachaca they warm up to you. Usually they were interested in our fishing gear. Most of them had never seen something like it, as they were used to fishing with rolled up strings and nets. I was amazed that every village we visited, no matter how remote the location, owned fridges with cold beer, they even had solar energy. Huge satellite dishes to watch football. For three days we visited one particular village. There was a storm, so they allowed us to stay. There was an older guy who had fallen off his stilt house, drunk, and broke his foot. Two young men went to the neighbouring village, a day's journey away, to get the shaman. The man should have belonged to a hospital, but that was entirely out of the question for him. It either heals on its own or it doesn't. We bandaged his foot and supplied him with pain meds. Then we continued drinking.

Did you plan beforehand what you wanted to see during your journey?

TL: Yes, a coca plantation. We knew that they existed there everywhere. At first, it was a lot of back and forth. They were staving us off, but after a lot of endless waiting and our patient agreeing to it, they allowed us to go. Along with two attendants from the village, we paddled down a branch of the Amazon that became narrower over time. A labyrinth of branches we would have never found our way out of. Eventually, we ended up at one of the countless plantations. It wasn't harvest time, however, so the leaves weren't ripe yet. But you could see all the tools for it: mashers, bags, and hundreds of bowls. And a little storage.

Did you try the coca leaves?

TL: Yes. We were on the plantation. They hid the plants below banana trees, so you couldn't see the plantation from the air. I did try a few coca leaves, but there is no sorcery about it. You just stay awake and feel energized. Everybody is chewing on them there, it's like coffee, just ten times stronger.

Did you reach your physical limits during this journey?

TL: The body adjusts to the climate pretty quickly. After three weeks you don't sweat all that much anymore. Even the sun doesn't bother you as much anymore, because you're thoroughly cooked anyway. But the humidity requires getting used to. The people there are handling it very differently. They own to pairs of shorts, two t-shirts and beach slippers, and they walk around like that all day.

JK: The climate there is exhausting, you're sweat-soaked after only three minutes. Personally, I don't mind it, but to people who aren't used to it it's a pain. The route we went on was quite difficult in parts, it was very serpentine. You had to paddle the whole time, you had to steer, then there were shoals or the water became too flat, so we had to relocate the boat.

You didn't capsize though, like it happened to you on the Yukon?

JK: No, the water level during that season was way too low. Later on, when the water comes in from the Andes during the monsoon season, the level rises by 15 metres. It drowns out entire forests.

TL: I was there once during the monsoon season. Back then only the tree tops were peeking out of the water. That's why they build their houses on stilts, so the water doesn't reach them. Many villages are located on mountain tops, as the water level won't rise that high.

Considering the many preparations and daily challenges, did you ever find time to relax during such an extensive journey?

TL: Travelling on the Yukon wasn't stressful, because we were sleeping on the sandbanks. Those experiences made travelling the Amazon even easier. As the sun goes down very early there, our only concern was to make camp before 6PM. Whenever we found a good location we sometimes made camp even earlier than that, instead of travelling on and risking not finding a good spot. That only happened to us once, so we had to sleep in the jungle, which wasn't all that bad either.

With a camp fire and night watch?

TL: A camp fire, yes, but we didn't need a night watch. You have to trust your guide, those guys know what they're doing. Our guide went ahead a couple of metres with a bit of string and, within a few minutes, came back with six piranhas. Then we turned on the grill and ate. Piranhas are really tasty, like giltheads.

Did you gain more respect for nature due to this journey?

TL: I had a great respect for nature before that already. Still, I couldn't hold myself back from taking pictures with snakes. I love snakes, Joey thinks they're scary. (laughs)

What did you learn along the way?

JK: I asked the Indians to teach me how to fish with a cast-net and pulled animals out of the water, which an aquarist would usually pay thousands of euros for. Scalars, discus fish, loricariids, sisorid catfish, catfish in all shapes and sizes.

Here in Europe we read a lot about the fact that these romantic times might be of the past soon, due to the systematic ecocide. Is that what you saw over there?

TL: When you approach Leticia you can make out the slash-and-burn methods used below. We assume that every minute jungle area the size of 1.5 football fields gets cleared, for soy plantations or pasture areas. The search for gold is also devastating for the nature. They use mercury to wash the gold out of rocks and clay. The mercury ends up in the rivers, in the fish, and then inside the people.

JK: The Amazon traverses through the entire continent. It is so broad and deep, there are even bigger ships cruising the river than on our rivers here in Europe. They carry natural resources, mainly wood. You can find a sawmill every couple of kilometres. They carry the tree trunks there and cut them along the length (4m by 1,20m or even 4m). Those planks then get transported either by ship or overland, a systematic deforestation of the Amazon area.

TL: You find a lot of filth in the main stream: huge tree trunks, garbage, bags full of plastic, and a lot of wood waste. It's illegal, but everybody does it. Very obviously, even during the day, nobody cares.

Are the locals not aware of the drastic situation?

JK: The sawmills pay the farmers 250 to 300 euros for one tree trunk. The sawmills sell it for 2.500 euros, and then here in Europe it costs up to 30.000 euros.

TL: As soon as they saw us, the lumbermen turned off their chainsaws and fled into the forest, yelling: “Piss off!” They were afraid that those pictures would be seen by the world. Same thing for the fisheries. Usually, the fish leave the lagoons during the dry season and swim back into the main stream, because the lakes dry out. The law allows it that they cast a net over half of the lake, so that a part of the fish can swim past. Now, the fishermen close off the entire lake, with up to ten nets. No fish can get past that anymore, only the very small ones. They're overexploiting the area high and low. They even steal all the turtle eggs from the clutches. It didn't used to be that way, back then they would leave half of it where it was.

Do you think that could change, if other types of income would replace the exploitation, like tourism?

JK: I don't think that the parts Till and I went to would be suitable for commercial tourism. Let's be honest, the biggest income is ensured by the coca production. You would travel right into a drug area. We could only move around freely there, because the government was taking care of the cartel conflicts at the time. Apparently, the military is now in charge of the coca trade.

TL: Corruption is the order of business. A policeman is earning less than a coca farmer. Thus, bribery and blackmail are commonplace. Almost all of it is illegal: fishing with the many nets, the gold-seeking, the wood clearing and the coca plantation. The areas are huge and hardly controllable. Since president Bolsonaro is in power in Brazil, the clearing business went up by 30 percent. Bolsonaro announced officially that the Amazon is a product, and that's how the people treat it. They expel the indigenous people and allocate them to surrogate areas, their land goes to the gold-seekers and their prospecting rights. The surrogate areas aren't of any use, however, so they don't live in villages anymore, but in small cities. That'll turn out to be very problematic in the future.

Was it a bizarre experience to you to live with indigenous people, even though it is said that there is no room for the white man?

JK: I've seen tourism in parts of the world where I'd have never expected it. An example would be the South Pole. Once I reached by goal there a plane landed, six tourists came out and paid several thousand dollars for a four to six hour long stay. I thought there was a lot less tourism at the Amazon than anywhere else. The only tourists who travel there are either extremely rich Americans or Russians who come in by helicopter, no matter how expensive the journey. As long as they were there once in their life, took a picture with an Indian and a monkey, then they fly back to Bogotá. All in all, you only meet natives here.

TL: You have to differentiate. There are also motor boats and Americans with sun hats on, sleeping in their loggias. But not in the area we were in. There were children there, who pulled at our pants and ran to our kayaks, because they had never seen anything like it. A canoe made of plastic! They only know boats made out of wood. The kids played with our fishing poles, the angling reels, and were amazed by our lures and wobblers. They had never seen something like that before. They only knew of the hooks, where you put a little meat on. There was a lot of curiosity.

Did the journey affect your friendship at all?

TL: Our friendship didn't get any better or worse, it's been a good friendship before. We want our travels to be periodic. Joey and I want to grant us this sort of time off every two, three years. We realized we're getting better at it. We drove down rapids. While travelling on the Yukon we would have peed our pants, but now we're capable of really daring manoeuvres among waves that are 1.5 metres high. You get well attuned over time, become more experienced with the daily routine, the luggage, moving around.

JK: That was one of the reasons why we planned out the next trip right after our Amazon journey. We paddled down the Rhine in August 2020. We decided to do this during the Corona pandemic, because like that we didn't have to travel through so many countries and still got to tell the entire river's history, which led us through Switzerland, Germany, Liechtenstein, Austria, France and the Netherlands.

Do these travels to the Yukon and Amazon satisfy your wish for solitude?

TL: Like we said, we already travelled along the Rhine. The Nile will be next. The Mekong river is also on our list, but with the goal to start at its origin. These journeys are really important to us. We might have published up to six books some time. We still have a couple of goals ahead of us: The Nile, maybe the Mississippi, one Russian river and the Mekong. Like that we would have visited a river in almost each part of the world.

Which seems to be a difficult goal to achieve, considering the current Corona pandemic...

JK: Sadly so. Because even if Germany will be cleared of the virus, that might not be the case for Tanzania, where the Nile originates, or in Egypt, where it ends. There are five countries in between, after all.

Symbolically, what did you take home from this journey?

TL: Humbleness! And gratefulness for what we have. At the same time, however, a sort of incomprehension for how we live here in Europe. With so much waste, lunacy and luxury. The people we met didn't really have anything. Property and wealth don't mean anything. The huts, the boats, tools, even the TV, it all belongs to everyone. You eat and drink together, and most of the work is done as a community. They say people are happier there. I won't be the judge as to whether that's true, but life there is simpler, more manageable, and thus people there live more modestly. In Germany people get up in the morning, rush to the office, are stuck in traffic, sit at the computer all day or manage machines, rush back home in the evening. In comparison, it's very relaxed at the Amazon. The people go to bed early, when they wake up they go fishing, hunt or raise manioc and corn. Life there is structured in a very simple way, it's been reduced to only the bare necessities.

What is the first image you see when you think of Amazonia?

JK: Looking back, I'm always thinking of this one boat ride very early in the morning. It was still foggy when we started paddling. To the left of us I can still barely see riverside, apart from that only fog, I can only see for two, three metres. We are on the Amazon without knowing what's ahead of us. It's quiet, there is no wind, the water is calm... That was a great experience.

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