#based on a conversation i had with the tea squad

[beloveds-embrace]

MORE OF SICK!READER PLSSS

I’ll take anything, even if it’s against filled🙏🙏

(also how old is Sick!Reader? Because I wanna know if this’ll be more like a found family situation or found lovers thing)

I imagined Reader in their mid twenties-late twenties tbh, but i kept it vague enough to where it's really up to each person's interpretation if they want them to be romantic or platonic lol at least i hope i did 🤔 Sick!Reader x 141 for those curious!

Soon enough, with so much time passing, the 141 guys get into a little competition to see who will make you smile or laugh the most. Their strategies include, but are not limited to:

Kyle makes note of the pile of books you keep on your little nightstand and casually mentions that he's really "not that big of a reader' but visits you the next time holding a copy of one of your favorite books. He tells you he'll even read and share his thoughts about it for you like a gentleman, but he butchers the plot and mispronounces every name. But it's clear he only read it to have a conversation topic with you and an excuse to have you laughing.

Johnny tries to befriend the nurses, sneaking you little treats or gifts that are normally off-limits (a small stuffed animal that curses with his voice, an extra snack that you told him you'd like to taste or try). He even smuggles in a small, colorful balloon one day with your name on it, right alongside another balloon that declares coffee is better than tea. He takes a selfie with you and those balloons and may or may not send it to the groupchat.

Ghost is a bit more subtle, awkwardly offering to teach you a card game that the squad usually plays during downtime or when they are stuck on base with nothing better to do. Despite his stoic exterior, you catch him cracking a rare smile when you joke that he might be a sore loser, and if he isn't then you will make him into one. He plays more than one game just so you have a chance to win, and the first time you win you laugh loud and proud, a flush on your cheeks.

Price brings in an old radio the taskforce had lying around and tunes into a station playing classical music or jazz, sitting by your bed and saying how his grandmother used to listen to the same kind of music. He doesn’t speak much, just enjoying the quiet companionship, but his presence is comforting. He brings a lot of interesting items for you, but on one occasion he brought you a simple bobblehead. The silly thing sits on top of your books now.

What is your best gift, though? It's how when it's time to leave, they'll always tell you they'll come back- bring something else or new for the next time. Maybe they could take you out to experience something different. Next time, which means you- you will not be left behind or forgotten even if you understand why. They say it so offhandedly, too, like it never once crossed their minds to not include you.

It means everything to you.

[sleepingdeath-light]

celebrating their s/o’s birthday ; full ensemble

requested by ; anonymous (27/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; barnaby b beagle, eddie dear, frank frankly, howdy pillar, julie joyful, poppy partridge, sally starlet, wally darling

outline ; “since it's my birthday today-though it'll probably be long past when you answer this lol-could i have headcanons for the welcome home squad doing something for it? i figure that headcanons would be easier to do for everyone, but you can write it out story-wise if you want. if you only want to do some of them, wally, frank, sally, and howdy is fine. thank you and have a good day!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

barnaby b beagle

he’s a strong believer in ‘birthday bumps’ and will start the day by making sure you get your share

before bringing you some breakfast in bed, of course

he gets you a number of gag gifts as well as genuine presents and cards — but what those gags are depends on your boundaries and such (e.g. if sudden movements and loud sounds genuinely scare you then he won’t get you a pop up box or screamer)

hosts a small get together with by your friends and facilitates an all out prank war that’s based around your humour — doing everything he can throughout the day to keep you laughing and smiling

eventually everyone leaves and you sit down for your evening meal and that’s when he hands you his actual birthday card for you

of course there are puns scattered here and there, but it’s written so genuinely and it’s so sweet that you end up tearing up and tackling him with a hug

you end the day with your sides hurting from laugher and your heart full to bursting and you couldn’t have hoped for a better birthday

eddie dear

eddie unfortunately doesn’t get to wake you up on your birthday as his rounds have him out and about until about 9 — and your neighbour, julie, had already woken you up at 8 to give you the presents she’d prepared and give you (some very gentle) birthday bumps

he gets home around the same time that frank stops by to give you your gift so you all sit down and have a chat over a fresh cup of tea/coffee — with the others eventually joining you to share in good drink and sweet foods

it’s a good laugh and he can see the joy and appreciation in your eyes as your loved ones celebrate you and you open your remaining cards and gifts in the middle of this makeshift gathering

they all stay for a little while after that, leaving at around 1 as they had other responsibilities, leaving you and eddie alone for the first time that day

he hands you his main gift: a handmade scrapbook featuring photos and letters you’d sent to each other over the course of your relationship so far with little captions in his neatest handwriting noting down when each date happened

it’s cheesy and sentimental and incredibly fitting of him, but still you tear up and spend a good hour or so cuddling

then, to cap off the day, you go for a walk around the neighbourhood and into the surrounding woodlands

enjoying the beautiful weather and fresh air and good company as you talk about anything and everything

what a lovely end to a lovely birthday

frank frankly

frank takes a much more domestic approach to celebrating your birthday and will spend it comfortable indoors

he prepped your gift and card months in advance — having managed to get the complete collection of your favourite books from their original printing run after literal years of searching

and he was incredibly proud of himself for it — unbelievably excited to see your reaction when you finally saw what he’d gotten you

he lets you have a lay-in whilst he makes you your favourite breakfast before waking you up quite late and giving you your card

it’s simple but sweet and you share a kiss before you go down to eat

good food, good company, good conversation

and, once you were finished, good gifts and good cards

you were due to celebrate with the rest of your loved ones the next day but they’d dropped off their presents in advance

and you appreciated each and every one

then came your partner’s present and frank was anxiously watching as you tore open the wrapping paper

and you saw it and you gasped and you cried — a good cry, though

it’s such a sweet and thoughtful gesture that you couldn’t not tear up and, after placing them to one side, you pulled him into a hug and thanked him for your wonderful gift

what an amazing birthday you were due to have

howdy pillar

howdy actually takes the afternoon off to spend it with you — he needs to go in during the morning but he manages to close at noon

and he walks into your home with his arms filled with your favourite flowers, a personalised stuffed animal, a bag filled with presents and cards and a bag of your favourite take out for lunch

you eat whilst opening your gifts and cards with the radio on in the background, just enjoying each other’s company and the rare chance to spend a quiet afternoon together

the other neighbours had stopped by earlier in the morning to send their regards and gifts so you didn’t have anything to interrupt and ruin the moment

your flowers were put in a vase and displayed on the windowsill alongside your cards

then, after putting everything away and throwing away all of the rubbish, you decide to have a calm evening in

playing a new board game that had been delivered to the store — and winning despite all of howdy’s best efforts

dancing around the house — being spun and dipped and toss as you laugh and squeal

making your evening meal together and trying to keep up with howdy’s four handed mastery of the art of cooking

eating your favourite meal together and exchanging gossip that you’d heard earlier in the day

and ending the day sat on the porch, cuddled into your boyfriend’s side as you watch the sunset and smile at the conclusion of a birthday well spent

julie joyful

to describe the celebration in one word: colourful

she starts the day by shaking you awake, kissing you good morning and dragging you downstairs to open your presents because she’s terrible at keeping secrets

she watches you open them and is arguably more excited than you as she does — but she quickly busies herself by making you a cup of tea/coffee and some breakfast

then you eat together and chat and then she hands you her last gift and tells you to go and get changed

it’s a beautiful set of clothing, the fanciest you’ve ever owned, and then she does both of your hair and you spend the rest of the day going between your neighbour’s houses

celebrating with friends until your cheeks hurt and your legs ache and you’re just about awake enough to stumble back home arm-in-arm

ready to be greeted by her family, who help you celebrate the rainbow monster way — with lots of colours and lots of affection and lots of good food

and by the end of the night (or, rather, the beginning of the next day) when you’re finally drifting off to sleep you know that you’ll be looking back on this birthday with a particular fondness — and you can’t wait to spend the rest of your birthdays with julie by your side

poppy partridge

she memorised the recipes to all of your favourite foods and desserts and started practising them months beforehand

then on your actual birthday she woke you up with a selection of your favourite breakfast foods (and a peck to the cheek, of course)

next came a long chat as you enjoyed your breakfast in bed before you went to get dressed and she prepped the presents and cards you were sent by friends and family

she put on a vhs of your favourite movie in the background whilst you made your way through them — taking them off of your hands to arrange/wash/fold them and put them away to save you the trouble

the rest of the day is pretty standard, honestly

the neighbours stop by for lunch (another selection of some of your favourite dishes) and chat and hand over their presents

and after they leave you and poppy have a low-key afternoon

spending the day in your comfiest clothes, cuddling on the settee and reading and completing a puzzle that eddie and frank gifted you

and finishing the day with another favourite food of yours — dancing in the kitchen when she was cooking

it was calm and intimate and comfortable

you wouldn’t have had it any other way

sally starlet

this girl is nothing if not dramatic, so she naturally roped all of your loved ones into her plan to make your first birthday with her the most spectacular one yet

interviews your closest friends and family members to organise gifts and cards and transport — making sure that everyone was on the same page

then, on your actual birthday she was sure to keep things low-key at first

waking you up with a kiss and a cuddle, going downstairs to make you breakfast whilst you opened the neighbours’ gifts and cards

everything was very chill and affectionate and intimate — until 12pm exactly when her plan came into action and everyone showed up

friends and family with arms filled with food and gifts singing happy birthday to you as they filtered into the home

half doing a bang up job of decorating your shared home whilst the others absolutely spoiled you with affection and compliments

you could solidly say that she’d succeeded in surprising you

and when the food started to get plated up and you sat in a room with your loved ones, you found yourself smiling at sally and being thankful for having someone as charmingly dramatic in your life to do all of this just for you

wally darling

on a spectrum from high key to intimate celebrations, wally falls somewhere in the middle

like he won’t arrange a massive party but he also won’t force you to spend the whole day with him inside of home

it’s likely going to end up being a split day

the morning (6-12pm) is spent with just the two of you, with home waking you up early to open your presents whilst wally watches on and celebrates you

the afternoon (12-6pm) being spent going between your neighbours’ houses to celebrate as a collective

and ending the day with a sleepover at whoever’s home you’re closest with

that way you get a little bit of everything

poppy’s cooking that leaves you wanting more

eddie’s craftiness that gives you cards and gifts that are so charming and handmade that you tear up

julie’s attentiveness and insistence on making you look as fabulous as possible

frank’s genuine and honest approach to gifts and cards that has you grinning and pulling him into a side hug

barnaby’s endless humour that leaves you with straining cheeks and burning lungs and aching sides

sally’s dramatics and ability to make a celebration so impactful and unique that it stays with you forever

howdy’s cheerful disposition and willingness to help you with whatever whenever you ask — including tossing you up into the air to replace the standard birthday bumps

and wally’s endless affection for you — which he channeled into your gift: a painting of you through his eyes, one that wasn’t necessarily true to your physical appearance but that highlighted the aspects of you that made him fall in love with you

an exercise in perspective that made your eyes well up and your heart soar

you really couldn’t have asked for a more impactful gift to cap off your birthday, nor for better company to have spent it with

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Since we have confirmed royalty between Lemonades and Qin Shi Hua

Be interesting giving how curious how Nikola is and asked each of them with Forgotten Queen about how they lead their military, and each given their answers till it made all three rulers a very heated debate on the system as FQ have three branches of a navy, desert force and gorilla force to track any lands incase of wars and have utilities anything and all things as a weapon in combat

-It started with an invitation from Nikola, who was curious to know the difference between militaries of different areas of the world and different time periods, inviting you, Leonidas, and Qin Shi Huang to discuss that.

-It started off calm enough, each one of you discussing the different branches of each of your armies; you and Leonidas both had land based and navy based squads, but Qin Shi Huang had the largest numbers of soldiers.

-Nikola looked over at you, “So you had your normal army and a naval fleet, but was there something else?” you nodded softly, sipping on your tea, “Yes, I have two more, one is a special squadron, a guerrilla group who handles the more dangerous missions, and a specialty desert squad, who were able to traverse the desert with ease.”

-Leonidas was curious, taking a drag of his cigar, “I’ve seen desert areas and those aren’t easy to navigate.” You nodded softly, “I did a campaign with them, before I was queen, and I’ll be honest, it was rough!”

-QSH brought up campaigns he went on, traveling with his soldiers, with him and Leonidas comparing their land-based campaigns.

-When it got to the naval campaigns, you were curious with QSH, “Wait so you and your high-ranking officers had private quarters on your ships?” the emperor just grinned brightly, “You didn’t?”

-You and Leonidas shook your heads, as you had similarly designed ships as Leonidas explained, “No all of the soldiers were on deck, with those rowing when we couldn’t sail. There were chairs, but the private compartments were for things like supplies.”

-This is what started the argument with QSH making fun of you and Leonidas for not being in luxury while on campaigns and Leonidas glared at him lightly, “When it was time for war there was no time for comfort. Comfort is something you get once the battle is over.”

-Nikola, seeing the conversation getting derailed, was trying to ask about weapons while Leonidas and QSH were picking at each other’s combat forces, riling each other up.

-They both knew not to poke at you, not wanting to piss you off, despite them both being warriors as well, they knew not to poke at yours while you were sitting back, watching them argue, so the conversation could move on afterwards.

-Nikola could only sigh softly, thinking to himself to avoid topics like this, he would ask things like foods during different seasons or something like that next time.

[just-another-siimp]

Call out my Name Pt1.

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader Warnings: Mentions of violence, guns and typical COD things, Reader likes tea a lot, fools in love, this is unedited so i apologise in advance. Authors Note: This is a four part series, please please please reblog if you enjoyed reading it. Not only is it nice for my work to be seen but it's also a massive confidence boost <3. This chapter is set before the events of Strike.

Neither you or Ghost can sleep, you sought each others company each time the silence became too loud. It became a habit, whispered confessions, meaningful conversations and simple chatter all in the early hours of the morning.

Briefing as always was long winded, Price tried to keep it short and sharp but with Soaps near constant joking alongside the myriad of questions they had about their individual assignments it went far longer than intended. With the task force still being relatively new it wasn’t odd for them to split, and as one of the newer members and the squad's first combat approved medic it was hard to keep track of them. After the briefing you’d returned to your room calling it an early night, hoping that despite the pre-deployment nerves you’d manage to get at least a few hours of sleep in. 

Sleep never came. 

The red glow of your digital clock seemed to taunt you as minutes turned to hours, eventually you gave up. Slipping out of bed, ignoring the cold bite of the concrete flooring as it made contact with bare feet. The hallways were empty, as you expected them to be at one am. Passing Soaps room you paused, soft snores indicating that the Scotsman was dead to the world which wasn’t out of the ordinary. Across from him was Gaz, a soft tune playing from the radio in his room could be heard. He often played music to sleep, you assumed that it was for comfort he later confessed that he did it to drown out Soaps snoring. As you approached Ghost’s room there was only silence, if it were anyone else you would have been worried but you’d become accustomed to the enigma that was Ghost. Perhaps he was already up on the roof, guilt pooled in your stomach as you secretly hoped that he too was having trouble sleeping.

Shuffling into the kitchen you made a b-line for the kettle, grabbing a mug you started on making tea. It was something simple, something easy and something that provided a source of warmth and comfort during the lonely hours of the night. Normally you’d make two mugs, one for you and one for the lieutenant. Except he was being responsible for once and actually getting some sleep. The soothing scent of peppermint filled your senses, a sigh of relief left you as your body relaxed at the smell alone. Picking up the mug you made your way up to the roof, leeching off of the tea's warmth as a cool breeze washed over you.

There wasn't much to see from the roof of the base, mainly the shooting range which remained unused with most of the base sound asleep in their rooms. Spotting the set of deck chairs that had been smuggled onto the roof you moved forward and sat, head leaning back to stare up at the starless night. 

- 

You’d lost track of the time, the sudden weight of a jacket being draped over your body was enough to wake you. When had you fallen asleep? The familiar smell of gunpowder and whiskey pulled you from your sleepy haze, eyes opening only to land on Ghosts hulking figure. He stood in front of you, mask covering his face as usual and even then you could tell that he was disappointed. Although you couldn’t tell if it was because he was disappointed in you, or because he’d woken you up.

“You shouldn’t be sleeping on the roof, Chip.”

He attempted to scold you but there was no real weight to his words, you were fairly sure it was just his way of showing you that he cared. After all if he didn't, why would he make sure you were warm enough? Shrugging you sat up, pulling the jacket on in an attempt to rid the chill that slowly crept up your spine. Ghost pulled the deck chair closer to yours, taking a seat and offering you a fresh mug of peppermint tea. This man was a literal god.

"Thanks Lt. What time is it?" 

"3am." You turned away as he lifted his mask, taking a sip from his own mug. Even after almost a year of sleepless nights spent on this roof you still turned away, out of respect for his privacy. It had been a few years since you’d first met the legendary Ghost, he’d saved your life. 

- 

“Rookie! Rookie- get back!” Your commanding officer screamed at you, pushing you hard in the chest as the building crumbled. You fell flat on your ass, dust clouded your vision as you scooted backwards trying to avoid the rubble that fell at your feet. Standing up you looked around, trying to find a way out of the house you were now trapped in. Your comm crackled to life, the Lieutenants voice strained as he spoke. “Rookie? You there..” 

“You sound injured, Sir. I’ll come find you.”  

“No- not enough time. Just get out of here! Find the others and get to evac. That’s an order.” 

The rest passed by in a blur, you’d managed to climb out of a window and drop down into an empty alleyway. Gunfire sounded in the distance, the yells of enemy soldiers were close. Perhaps they hadn’t seen you yet. So you ran, doing your best to make it to the evac point before it was too late. For the first time you were alone in a warzone, it wasn’t your first time facing combat but it was your first time alone in enemy territory. 

Reaching a crossroad you came to a dead stop, three enemy soldiers blocked the way and they’d seen you. Scrambling back behind the wall you crouched, returning fire trying to ignore the feeling of dread that filled your chest as more soldiers appeared. Ducking back you reloaded your weapon, desperately trying to find the best way out of the situation you’d gotten yourself into. That’s when you realised that their fire had redirected, instead of shooting at you their focus was on the sudden appearance of a masked man. 

Ghost had appeared out of the shadows, it was as if he had been there the whole time lying in wait. It was a bloodbath and somehow you’d both made it out of there alive. He didn’t say a word to you when you reached the evac point, only nodding when you thanked him before reuniting with your squad. 

-

“Chip? Are you even listening to me?” His voice pulled you from the memory, blinking a few times you tilted your head. Had he been speaking the whole time?

“Sorry- I totally zoned out.” 

“Wow, and here I was thinking I had your undivided attention.” He teased lightly, sipping his tea.

“Well- if it makes you feel better I was thinking about you.” Your brain had short circuited the moment the words left your mouth, even under the mask you could see that he was smirking at your comment. You’d flirted with Ghost before, a dangerous game the two of you played as you toed the line between just friends and something more. There were feelings there, but neither of you would act on them.

“If that’s the case, I think I’ll just cut to the chase then.” Confused, you tilted your head to the side, scooting to the edge of the chair to listen to what he had to say. It wasn’t often that Simon told you something, normally you’d be doing most of the talking unless something was really bothering him. “After this mission, would you like to go out to dinner with me? As a date?” 

For the second time in minutes your brain was short circuiting, surely this was some sort of sick fever dream. Ghost asking you out on a date, an actual date. All you could do was stare at him dumbfounded, he stared back his gaze serious yet soft as he waited for your answer. 

“Ghost I-” 

“Simon.. Call me Simon.” 

“I would love to go on a date with you, Sim-”

You were cut short by the access door swinging wildly, Soap stepped out with a dramatic yawn, Gaz followed close behind with two mugs of coffee. They spotted you both and cheered, as if it had been their mission to find you both in the first place. Scooting to the side you gave Gaz enough room to sit next to you, Soap attempted the same with Ghost and was shot with a harsh glare. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

With Gaz and Soap now on the roof there was too much chatter, they were already debating which team would win the football cup. Trying to get Ghost to add in his opinion as if he were some sort of football god. Catching his eye you smiled, a pink hue rising on your cheeks as he winked at you. 

All you could do was hope that deployment ended fast.

[sixpennydame]

Hello my Beautiful Best Bestie ❤️

For the Drunk Drabbles vol.2, may I request 11 "Don't you dare"?

Have fun!!

Lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

Drunk Drabbles, Vol. 2

My loves @youre-ackermine and @wanderlustqueen-writes , thank you for the asks! I based this drabble on role play conversations I had with @botheringlevi - I hope you enjoy. 💗

11. Don’t you dare

Word Count: 879

Content: Levi x reader; love confession, fluff

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Today was the day, you could feel it.

How long had it been now since Levi had first walked into your tea shop? You remember spring blossoms and a warm wind coming through the door, a man with a scowl on his face as he perused the tea canisters. You took a chance and recommended a black breakfast tea blend, brewing a small cup for him to try. When his lips touched the caramel colored tea, his entire demeanor changed and his face softened.

“Not bad.”

For some reason, that small, simple phrase felt like the greatest compliment.

After that encounter, he started coming monthly to the shop during his supply runs. And if he couldn’t, he’d send one of his squad members with an order. No matter what, you always made sure to add an extra bag of tea, although he would often scold you and insist he never takes anything for free. “Consider it a free sample,” you’d reply, and when you smiled at him, he’d acquiesce with a sigh.

Sometimes you’d send baked goods to Survey Corps HQ for him and his squad. That’s when you both started exchanging letters. You were curious about the world outside the walls, and he’d warn you not to entertain those thoughts. “It’s dangerous out there,” he wrote, “and it’d be a waste to lose someone like you.”

Why did those words make your heart skip a beat?

When winter’s chill had the Survey Corps grounded for the season, you invited Levi to your home for Yule. Watching him play with your three lively kittens, you saw Levi not as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, but as a man with a big heart that was often heavily guarded.

He agreed to take you horseback riding when you’d admitted that it was something you’d never learned to do. He brought you books from the HQ library. He helped you create new tea blends for the new year.

And the more time you spent with him, the more you realized that your heart was yearning for him. You hoped for the winter to never end.

But all good things must come to a conclusion, and as Levi spent his last free evening with you in your small apartment above the tea shop, you wrestled with your emotions.

Finally, you stand up and face him.

“Levi..I care for you deeply. I’ve realized it’s more than just a simple crush.”

He sits quietly listening, one of your kittens on his lap.

“I love your passion for tea and your admiration for hard work and diligence. But even more so, you challenge my views and help me see the world in a new way. I’m better because of you.”

You move toward the fire, hoping he doesn’t notice the blood rushing to your cheeks. “I realize you’ve made a commitment to the Survey Corps and that being in a relationship might not be at the top of your list of priorities, You don’t have to feel the same way I do. But just know that there will always be someone here in Trost who will always have a warm place by the fire and a cup of tea, whenever you need it.”

There’s silence, then Levi places the kitten on the floor and walks over to you.

“I do have a list of priorities, and you rank highly on that list.”

He takes your hand and looks deep into your eyes. “But someday, I won’t return through that gate. What will you do then? Has that ever crossed your mind?”

You can see the conflict in his dark eyes. You place a gentle hand on his cheek and you notice that he flinches at first at your touch, but doesn’t back away.

“Oh Levi..it crosses my mind every time I see you ride out of that gate. I wonder if it will be the last time I’ll ever see you. If the last time we talked will be my final memory with you…”

“…but I can’t stop loving you now.”

His eyes widen. You grab his other hand. “Because none of us are guaranteed tomorrow. The only time that is sure is now, this present moment. And whatever time we have in this world, I want to spend it with you.”

It is quiet for what feels like an eternity. You search his face for a response, and then he looks away and says your name.

“I’m sorry,” you interrupt. “That was too abrupt of me, to just throw all my feelings at you.” You let go of his hands. “God, I feel like an idiot.”

You turn to leave and he grabs your hand. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m so embarrassed..I just need to get out of here.”

He pulls you closer. “Don’t you dare.”

The next thing you know, you feel his lips pressed against yours and his arms move around your waist. He’s so warm, you think.

It’s over in an instant, but he doesn’t let go of you. Your forehead against his, you sigh. “Levi..”

He smiles, then gives you a look. “And just where were you going to go anyway? This is your house, you know.”

You both laugh as he pulls you in tighter for another kiss.

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[necros-writing-stuff]

Okay Okay here’s my Ghost getting a noncon blowjob discord ramble - gn nurse, possibly OOC on Ghost’s behalf. He’s having a rough few days (got stabbed, having PTSD symptoms from childhood).

I won’t be using the main Ghost tags cause most people there don’t seem into the dead dove.

So the 141 got a new nurse to help out at base. They're quiet at first before opening up to everyone, but it's not hard to see that they seem to have a hard time talking to Ghost. But it's Ghost, he thinks that answering "Affirmative," to a simple question constitutes as a conversation, so no one can really blame their nurse for only giving the Lt. a brief smile as they pass him in the corridors and never more.

That's until he comes back passed out from a leaking stab wound. The lads had gone out drinking, just a local bar. Ghost had had a few, and as they'd started stumbling their way back to the base (walking that far seems fun when you're hammered), he'd stopped to take a piss in an alley. Hadn't seen the guy shaking behind a skip, clutching a knife. He'd had too many, letting his guard down for once in his damn life - and now he's paying for it.

Countless missions around the world. A shitty ass childhood. Nuclear bombs going off not even mile away from him. And it's some fuckin’ back-alley nutcase that manages to get a good enough hit to kill him.

Thankfully, it doesn't actually kill him. But he does feel confused when he wakes up in the medical bay, the newest nurse prodding at his side and making him wince. They flinch as soon as they notice he's awake, as if they'd been caught doing something wrong. He notices, with relief, that he's still got a mask on. Hides the quirk of his lips at seeing them so jumpy.

"You're conscious, that's good," they mutter quietly, slinking off before he can ask how the fuck he got here. He probably yelled out when he'd been shanked, the lads coming and dealing with it and dragging his sorry arse home.

The doc comes in soon enough, gives him the lowdown. He's on bedrest for the next week. Because the knife knicked his small intestine and its a bitch to heal, along with some pain meds and steroids to get him up and rolling as soon as he can manage. Shit.

Ghost hates being stuck inside. Hates that every fucking thing he does is being monitored "for his health" and that its that nurse that has to do it because doctors don't waste their time on helping patients waddle to the loo and the other nurses are on leave since the squad were all on breaks. He hates the feeling of being high on those painkillers.

And fuck Soap and Gaz, too. Coming to visit just to tease him as Ghost's personal little tender switches out his gauze. They try to get them to join in, but they just give a tight-lipped smile before finishing up and running away again.

"The fuck you even do to them? They act like you tried to kill them once." Soap shakes his head, eyes following as the nurse disappears beyond the closing door.

"Nothing I'm aware of," Ghost huffs, shifting his hips and trying to get more comfortable, ignoring the pain in his stomach, “but at least they make a nice cup of tea.” That gets a chuckle and some jokes at his “Too English” expense.

Lying in bed all day is starting to make his body ache, he wants to be out, wants to go on the longest fucking run of his life. But every time he moves there's still that telltale sharp pain.

He's stubborn. But he's not stupid. He knows to be a good boy and follow the doc's orders, or he'll fuck himself up even worse and won't be back in the field for a long, long time.

He misses it. Misses the adrenaline of it all, the justified rage that can take over him so much it plateaus out into a calm coolness that helps him kill with all that precision. Like therapy to him, that. A fucked up form of therapy, sure. But it helps him not take it out on those that don't deserve it.

The lads leave him for the night, and he sighs as he settles in to sleep. The nurse comes back, closes the curtain around his bed and mutters quietly that they'll be back at 6am to check on him, but to press the button if he needed anything. He just nods, waiting to hear the door close before he takes the mask off and places it on the side.

He's never been one to sleep much, but he comes to prefer mornings in the bay. His body feels looser then, relaxed for reasons he can't figure out. Still, he never let him self sleep in. Never slept past 5am on a good day, and it seems tonight is no different. Ghost wakes up in the pitch-blackness of the medical bay, groaning and stiff.

Because someone's between his legs with their tongue lapping at his cock like a thirsty mutt. There's a mix of feelings bubbling in his chest. Anger, sure. Confusion. Fear that he's being sexually assaulted in his own base by an anonymous abuser. He half thinks he's dreaming, but the little licks are too sharply pleasant to be imaginary.

He stops moving as the tongue halts, the owner pausing to guess if he had woken up or not. He fakes sleep, keeping his breathing even until his assailant goes back to violating him. Slowly, his hand creeps from the mattress, finding the switch for the lamp.

He flips it on, surprised to be met with the wide stare of his nurse. Deer in the headlights, that's the look.

He doesn't speak. Isn't exactly sure what to say. It being that nurse is only confusing him more. They avoid him, always. As much as they can. Yet they're the one making his dick leak pre with the sweet attention they give.

There's a long, long period of silence as they stare each other down, a game of chicken to see if he'll pounce and start pummelling or if they'll run away before he can.

He doesn't expect them to slowly start licking again, one, two, three stripes of their tongue up and down before sucking him as far into their eager mouth as he can go.

So many things he's done. So many experiences that few things surprised him anymore, yet since the night of being stabbed he's had more new experiences than in the past, oh, 5 years at least. Not good ones, that's for sure.

His breath catches as they suck particularly hard, an odd noise coming from his throat as his mouth falls open and his hips jolt.

They don't break eye contact the entire time, and he's suddenly very aware that the mask is off. But they've already seen his face - and evidently a lot more.

His brain starts working again, patterns he hadn't realised were there falling into place. He always feels better in the mornings. More relaxed, his body pleasantly tired in that way he would get after the occasional (very rare) wank he granted himself. This isn't the first time his little helper had done this. But how hadn't he noticed-

Pain meds. They'd knocked him out right good for the night. His dose was reduced this morning.

He still doesn't know what to do. It makes him feel vulnerable in a way that he hasn't felt since he was a kid, being tormented by his father - by his brother hanging down from the top bunk whispering with that mask on. He can't look away, can only stare wide-eyed as he grunts and moans before his head lolls back just from how good it feels.

He's breathing hard, the addition of his nurse's hands gently massaging the base of his cock and a thumb making tiny little teasing circles on his ball-sack sending him over the edge shamefully quickly.

They swallow everything. Pull off of him with a sickeningly wet pop before putting him away clinically as if they'd just been examining his dick for medical purposes.

"You should catch some more sleep, sir," they whisper, leaning over and clicking the lamp off before they leave him alone in that dark room once more.

He's trembling now. Stuck gazing up at the tiles in the ceiling as his head drifts away. It's not right. None of that was okay. So why the fuck didn't he do something to make it stop? Why couldn't he move, speak, fucking blink Morse code?

He’s not some kid. He’s a trained soldier, the one called when you want the job done with as few loose strings as humanly possible. With no traces, no evidence, no photos. So why?

Why does he let them do it again in the morning, with a happy little smile on their face as he wonders where the fuck Ghost went and Simon Riley took his place.

[askrivetra]

How did you end up in a relationship?

Petra carefully prepares three drinks and hands one over to the anon. "Oh that came about after a really dreadful mission," she explains as she carries her and Levi's over to the loveseat where Levi is putting a book to one side, one leg crossed over the other. He takes the saucer in one hand and his other touches Petra's back as she sits down with her drink.

"Our missions usually go to shit anyway," Levi recalls. "Even if we have some success, there are usually considerable casualties and a lot of fatalities."

"Yeah although this one was quite dreadful even by those standards," said Petra with a grimace. "Everyone came back really quite broken. A lot of people took leave and, to be honest, the commander didn't argue." Petra paused and blew on her tea then sighed sadly. "Things were so fraught, I really feel like there would have been rebellion if he hadn't. But Erwin's been good at recognizing when people need to step away so that was a blessing." She gazes down into her cup.

"Petra and I stayed at the base." He glances at Petra. "You didn't want to go home, did you?"

She shakes her head. "No. I didn't want to worry them because I was really snappy and shaky and just... not in a good place. So I stayed at base and," here she smiles at Levi, "Levi was really good at keeping me distracted. We used the time to clean the base and we got to talking." She blows on her tea again then takes a sip. "I was better, by the time we had the conversation but I was still a bit more loose-lipped than I would normally be in a professional setting." She begins to smile again. "I actually just came out and told him about my feelings."

She brushes some hair away from her face and leans into Levi's shoulder with a small chuckle. "I was quite expecting to be demoted from his squad at that point. It was so unprofessional and inappropriate, to military standards anyway. I definitely wasn't expecting him to admit that he cared for me too but that wasn't for a day later. He thought that I was only saying it because I was vulnerable at the time. We had to have a second conversation about it. It was tempting to try and backtrack but it felt kind of pointless to try and go backwards."

"It is pointless. Things would have been very different if you had." Levi remarks, gazing sideways at her. "Besides, something like that needs to come out into the air. If it's unrequited, you can let it go and move on. Being weighed down by something like that is pointless."

Petra smirks a little. "That was actually pretty profound, Levi." She chuckles and returns to her tea. She returns her eyes to the anon. "Being a Scout means that having a relationship is risky but we also have to live our lives, you know?"

[gay-ghost-boy-in-a-band]

Reggie: So, they’re gonna put me on that uh...pass out juice

Luke: Put you on what?

Alex: Pass out...do you mean anesthesia?

Reggie: Yeah, that!

[gay-ghost-boy-in-a-band]

Wasn’t even apart of this conversation lol

the homies (romantic) in the jatp gc

(real text convo from the tea squad: @stealing-looks-its-robbery @gay-ghost-boy-in-a-band @no-sleeves-simp)

[leiakenobi]

when day is done

Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: Poe Dameron/F!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2.5k Summary: Poe returns from a mission quite late at night, tired and missing you. Warnings: SMUT (18+): fingering (f receiving); unprotected piv; implicitly pre-negotiated somno, for what that’s worth, but I know it’s still not everyone’s cup of tea A/N: Written for day 9 of @oscarkinktober​​: “somnophilia.”

Cross-posted to AO3 here!

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The base is quiet—at least, as quiet as the base ever gets, the halls nearly empty and the morning shift not expected to be up and about for a good two hours yet. It’s something of a relief for Poe to stride down the halls alone, with no real chance of being pulled into a conversation or, Maker forbid, being asked to do Commander things while he wants nothing more than to go to bed.

Because Black Squadron’s mission took two days longer than planned, so he is absolutely in dire need of sleep. His body is sore from his cockpit and he just feels heavy, weighted down by the fatigue of a hard-fought win.

Even with that fatigue, Poe’s well aware of an energy coursing through him, brought about by the joy of being back. It’s been over a week since they left, and your squad had been on a mission for three days before that, which means that this return is… everything.

You’d curled up with him the morning before your departure and gently threaded your fingers through his curls while you lamented your imminent separation. Poe had agreed, voice gravely from sleep while musing, “I’ll miss kissing you. And touching you. And that little noise you make when I--”

His hand had trailed down between your thighs and you’d giggled and pushed him away, cutting him off. “Careful, Commander.” Pleased, though, with the fact that his grip returned immediately to its home on your hip, and also pleased with the way his smile grew a little bit wider as you said, “When you get home, though…”

And the grinning Poe had raised his eyebrows. “Whenever I get home?”

“Whenever you get home. Ground me during flight training or pull me out of a meeting with Leia if you have to.” His thumb traced a patch of skin where your sleep shirt was riding up, and the touch made you sigh. “Don’t underestimate how much I’ll miss you, flyboy.”

He certainly did not, because he knew—knew that, upon his return, he’d be feeling precisely the buzz that his body is humming with right now.

Your shared quarters are cast in the dim light of the hall when the door hisses open. It takes several moments for his eyes to adjust to the abrupt darkness after the door shuts again, but he mostly moves on autopilot, familiar enough with the space that he doesn’t really need to see while he sheds his boots and his uniform. When the two of you wake in the morning, you’ll teasingly chastise him for leaving his things on the floor, but he’ll say what he always does--

I was just too excited to be in bed with you again.

--and it’ll make you roll your eyes and smile because you’ll know it to be true.

It is true. Poe’s heart pounds at his first glimpse of you, when he turns toward the bed after undressing and sees that you’ve kicked the covers down to your knees in the night—he assumes because of the summer heat.

(You always insist on trying to sleep with the covers anyway, even though he points out that they never make it through the night. It makes me feel cozy, you’ll murmur, and he’s endlessly charmed each time. Who is he to argue with that?)

Often, when he comes in late like this, you’re sleeping lightly enough that the noise wakes you up. Not so this early morning, and as such, Poe finds himself momentarily frozen at the edge of the bed; his eyes trace your form, taking in your chest slowly rising and falling (in a tank top that you stole from him), your sleep shorts ridden up to give him the slightest glimpse of your ass. A quirk to your lips that suggests a happy dream.

Your voice echoes through his head – whenever you get home – and he is immediately compelled to move again.

Compelled to settle in over you and slowly, delicately kiss your lips, your cheeks, your jaw.

Let’s see if we can make that happy dream happier, he thinks.

Poe’s fingers trace so lightly over your neck and torso at first as he refamiliarizes himself with the feel of you—each curve of your body, the way you shift with each slow, steady breath. It’s been days since he was last able to shave, so he’s hyper aware of how scratchy even his careful kisses must be, but he doesn’t want to jar you too abruptly out of your slumber. Each press of his lips, each careful touch, is meant to be only the barest whisper of hello.

He dips his hand into your shorts, and into your underwear beneath, and his breath catches at the way you shift in your sleep—your legs spread a bit further apart as though in invitation, your thigh colliding with his knee where it’s settled at your side.

Poe kisses your lips again experimentally – are you waking yet? – but, upon finding your mouth still pliable and your breathing still slow, he concludes no.

Alright—perhaps a bit more gentle nudging.

It is gentle, when he first touches between your legs and discovers the wetness there. He can’t help smiling against your lips as his fingers grow slick, and as his ministrations only make you slicker.

So you’ve been having a very happy dream.

You exhale into his mouth, soft and sweet, as he slowly drags the pad of a finger over your clit, and Poe feels the way your breathing begins to get faster, shallower, while he circles over the nerves carefully. He feels you shift again when he trails down from your clit to your entrance.

After a moment of hesitation – of desperate anticipation – he presses his middle finger inside of you and immediately has to suppress a groan. Because it is easy, so damn easy, your cunt hot and welcoming and soaked enough that he immediately wants nothing more than to fill you with two, three fingers.

(Well, that’s not quite true. His cock is throbbing between his legs and twitches when he feels your heat for the first time in nearly two weeks, and his briefs are certainly dampening with his own arousal as he’s struck by the prospect of filling you once again.)

Before he can even move, though, you let out a whimper, your teeth grazing over his lower lip as you shift your head beneath him.

“There you are, sweetheart,” Poe whispers, his mouth widening into a grin.

He pulls his finger out and presses in once more with two digits, drawing out a more emphatic sound this time as you breathe, “Poe.”

You shift your hips, welcoming his fingers deeper at the same moment that you bring up a hand to absently brush over his hair, down to his cheek, then further to his neck. It’s as though you’re checking whether he’s real. But then your eyes flutter open and meet his, taking in the dark, full pupils.

Certainty washes over you and makes your heart race.

At once, your grip on his neck becomes tighter as you give him a slow, hungry kiss. Poe responds eagerly, his tongue a sweet, tender caress in your mouth while he finds a careful rhythm with his fingers that draws more soft whimpers from you—the very same noise that he spoke of so teasingly, affectionately, before you left.

Then he pulls out of the kiss to move his mouth to your neck; now that you’re awake, he doesn’t have to fret over the possibility of his beard chafing or his teeth smarting when he nibbles at your skin.

“You’re late,” you whisper. Your fingers are toying with the curls at the back of his neck, your breath soft across his ear as you exhale a sigh that shifts into a low moan after his thumb grazes your clit.

Poe hums his agreement against your neck, scattering soft pecks around the words, “I know.” He shifts, then, to settle his forehead against yours. Everything in the room suddenly feels heady in its stillness, except for his fingers still gently fucking you while you twist your hips, and the feeling of your chests touching feather-light with each of your breaths.

It’s an overwhelmingly intimate moment for your sleep-addled brain, rendering you speechless, but luckily Poe’s still not quite done. “How can I make it up to you?”

Technically, there’s not anything for him to make up; it was not his fault the mission went long, and he kept you up to date as much as he was able to in a few brief chats over comms. So while you had been worried – you always worry for him, just as he does for you – it’s not like he owes you an apology. Thus is the life of the Resistance.

But you suspect that he will be amenable to what you want right now. What you went to bed wanting last night, and honestly every other night since he’s been gone, besides.

You reach your hand down along your thigh, where he’d begun absent-mindedly grinding while his mouth worked over your neck. He’s quite motionless now, though, until your hand cups his erection and he instinctively presses into your touch. “This might be a good start.”

Poe giggles and gives you a sweet kiss. “Okay, babe. Lemme get--”

Before he can finish this thought, you twist beneath him so that you can reach the bedside table, where you’d placed a towel the day before. Poe sits up abruptly at the sight of it, letting out a laugh as you press it against his chest for him to take. “Someone was thinking ahead.”

You hum your agreement, and each of you quietly relish the ease with which you lift your hips so that Poe can spread it out underneath you.

“I had a feeling,” you agree. You sigh happily as he curls his fingers into your shorts and underwear so that he can pull them down and discard them. While he pulls his own underwear off, you close your eyes and burrow a little deeper into your pillow. Sleepiness is still clinging to you, even aroused as you are, and there’s something pleasant about sinking into the feeling of it, especially when Poe settles over your body again to press more gentle kisses to your face. “A, ‘this is our last set of clean sheets and we don’t have time to wash them yet,’ sort of feeling.”

His mouth finds yours again while he reaches up to cup your cheek, and it makes you grin against his lips when he agrees with you. “I’m very familiar with that feeling.”

Pulling your knees up so that you can squeeze your thighs against his hips, you ask, “D’you know what feeling I’m very familiar with?”

“So impatient,” Poe chuckles. He nuzzles his nose against your cheek as though to reassure you that he only means it as a playful jab.

But you return it in kind easily. “Says the one who couldn’t wait ‘til morning to fuck me.”

“No,” he confirms softly, with a soft brush of his mouth over yours. “I couldn’t.”

You dig your heels into the bed and squeeze your legs around him a little more tightly at the same moment that you return your fingers to his hair. “I’m glad.”

Poe fills you like that, your legs against and then tucking around him welcomingly while his hands come to cradle your cheeks and linger there through each slow, patient kiss. With each languorous thrust, Poe finds himself closer to giving in to his fatigue, even as you teeter on the razor’s edge of sleep and awake yourself. As real and true as you both know it is, there’s something so very dreamlike about the moment—the two of you in the dark, at a strange hour of the morning, bursting over missing each other.

One part of Poe wants to speak; he’s usually so inclined to be talkative during sex, and the two of you have hardly spoken the past several days, besides.

So it’s strange, as he fucks you and kisses you and swallows each of your moans—he’s speechless, his mind blank, and he couldn’t begin to guess why. His tiredness catching up with him, perhaps, or the fact that he’s remembering what it feels like to be inside you: the exquisite stretch of your pussy around him, clenching sporadically as the two of you inch closer to ecstasy.

Both, he thinks. It’s probably both.

At a loss for words, then, Poe simply exhales eager moans as the two of you rock against each other, his tongue more preoccupied with tracing over your teeth and into your mouth than anything else.

Save for the fact that he can’t resist the urge to murmur, “I love you,” into your mouth, over and over.

“I love you,” he sighs when you shift your legs around him to urge him deeper.

“I love you,” when he tucks a hand down between you to massage your clit.

“I love you,” when he hits you just right and you dig your nails into his neck in your surprise and delight.

And again, after you whimper out a breathless warning that you’re about to come only a split second before you clench desperately around him, clutching him tight while you moan.

That last, eager, “Stars, I love you,” comes out as little more than a groan before his own orgasm overcomes him. He bucks into you hard, the most aggressive motion that either of you have made since he climbed into bed, and it makes you whimper desperately.

You’re slow in coming down from your climax, not least of which because Poe can’t seem to stop kissing you—his mouth slow and a little bit sloppy and so very good.

“Love you too, flyboy,” you whisper.

It hits him for the first time that you haven’t actually said it back since his return, and he chuckles, burying his face in your neck. “Thank you.” He kisses your neck softly once more. “Should we get you cleaned up?”

You make a soft noise of disagreement as you wrap your arms and legs around him tight. “Or we could stay like this.”

“Just like this?” he asks.

All you can really do is nod.

Poe takes a few long, slow breaths, taking in the feeling of you still hot and wet around him, your breath on his skin and your hands bunched in his tank top. Honestly, after not seeing you for so long, it sounds like a dream to drift off while he’s still inside you—as he feels his body already longing to do.

“Okay,” he breathes.

You hum sleepily at the same moment that Poe burrows in closer, as though further closeness is even possible. And perhaps it is; perhaps in this dreamlike moment, he’ll be able to crawl into you and stay there.

You whisper, “Sweet dreams,” but Poe hardly hears you.

No matter—it’s not long until you, too, are out like a light.

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[creativitybeware]

Some Top Gun:Maverick Headcanon

Most of these I have thought of for some time so forgive me if these are *outlandish*

Hondo, Warlock, Coyote and Payback are all in D9 Fraternities. Hondo is an old school Que while Warlock is an Alpha. They both began talking one day and spoke about their affiliations and the likes. When the youngins come in, those two see the paraphernalia they have and take them under their wings. Coyote is a Que. NO ONE CAN CHANGE THAT. Payback is a Kappa (he has the shoulders). If anything he may be an Iota (I’m being biased on this one lol). To extend off of this, Hondo is married to an AKA while Warlock is married to a Delta/ SGRho. They take the boys in whenever and give whatever advice/ comfort they need since they are black pilots in Top Gun. And you know they’ve strolled on base. And as someone who’s mom is an AKA and has been raised around D9s all my life, this has been a true thing on my mind.

Ever think that Coyote would have been a solid wingman to Mav compared to Rooster? Like, yes he’s best friends with Hangman but he’s more level headed and focused IMO. For plot? Yes Rooster but he’s hardheaded. For angst? Yes Hangman but he’s get too caught up his own ass. But really, Coyote could have been better. Especially the way he works with Phoenix and Bob? It’s totally there.

I have the biggest problem of most of these pilots playing football in denim. They better get them 5” inseam shorts and deal with them. Hell, Bob too. Show off them thighs men. Y’all in SoCal. Rooster pissed me off in them cutoff jorts. At least Coyote has full coverage with the jeans.

Deadass, they needed a black female pilot there. Halo, Phoenix and homegirls who has her part clean? Knowing good and well she’ll sneak a scarf under her helmet just because? Do I have any knowledge about the Navy outside of what I know? Hell no. But most definitely she’ll be fucking great. (This was just for me cause us black women are great. Duh.)

Hondo and Warlock stepped up to be the big brothers Maverick needed. Similar to how they treat Javy and Reuben, they treat him as their own. Lowkey, he knows about all the tea going down in the D9 orgs and has been to a plethora of homecomings, step shows and Greek picnics. He definitely has shirts from said events too. Coyote and Payback have a unique relationship with Mav as Hondo and Warlock wrangled them up.

When they got on radar the F-14 and Hondo’s head raised up, he really said in his head “I know this nigga lyin”. Warlock had the same thought but said it professionally.

When Roos and Mav had to land and Hondo was down there on the tarmac, he knew he had to bring his boy home. He had a pep talk to his crew before had and probs cussed them out if they made one mistake. Warlock and Cyclone had said some words too to co-sign what Hondo said.

Phoenix, Bob and Coyote have a unique friendship now after their target practice. All three had an experience that was hella scary and you bet he went to see them in the infirmary that night. He probably fell asleep there too. Hangman asked where he was and probs had to think about it. But they’re the best of friends that no one expected to happen. These three have a group chat and it’s the cutest thing ever. I expect trips to amusement parks and things like that. If the whole Dagger squad traveled together (which I do expect) they’d go on their merry way and find cool things to do.

Amelia and Rooster had to have a conversation especially since they’re siblings now (it makes sense). Roos finds out how wicked smart she is and can clap back quick as fuck (you’re still a captain? She murked Mav with that one). And Amelia….she knows that he’s book smart and not street smart. Big head empty thoughts type of moment(s). But those two together are the best pair. She’ll have to teach him some comebacks to help him out

- [ ] I want a convo between Halo and Phoenix. They’re the only women on the mission and you know they have shit to talk about. You know they have a rank list of all the men based on pure interaction (nothing sexual). Here’s how it goes. 1. Bob 2. Fanboy and Packback (they stay a pair) 3. Coyote (if he didn’t hang out with Hangman that much he may be ranked 1.5) 4. Hangman and Fritz (Fritz is at 4 because I LOVE Manny Jacinto and we didn’t get more of him) 5.Omaha, Yale

Not only did Pete get talks to by Carol, Iceman too. I feel Iceman would have said no to pulling his papers and would have let him fly but respected Carol’s wishes. Mav had to convince him to have his papers pulled and there’s something we may never know that was spoken in between the lines.

ALSO, Fanboy, if he was in in a D9, he’d be a Kappa…let me dream ok?

Let me know your thoughts. These are things that I thought of at the spur of the moment. I’m curious about everyone else.

[bcdwhcre]

Suggestion coming!! 🙈 If you are not comfortable with writing this it's completely fine! ❤ I was thinking maybe something fluff that turns smutty in the end with Levi.. Maybe Levi comes back from an expedition and goes to his cabin in the woods( extra points if it's snowing ❄). There he saw his soul mate crying because she thought Levi was dead because of some false information. He comforts her.. And eventually shows her how much she means to him.. 😊

This is actually my first suggestion so sorry for any inconvenience! 🖤

“Wrongful Death,” Levi x Reader

Summary: You heard rumors of Levi and his entire squad being dead from their expedition but when he comes home to you upset, he comforts you.

Warnings: angst to fluff then smut

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The long week with Levi being gone was already a lot for you to handle. You always hated when he went out on long expeditions because there was no way to communicate or to know if he’s alright or that he’ll be coming back safely.

Even though you always had full confidence in him and knew just how good he was at being a Scout, you still couldn’t help but worry or have doubts lingering inside of your head as you lay in bed alone.

One day in particular you had gone out in the town just to grab a few things you needed, including some food to make something special for him when he returns which should be relatively soon, he never stayed out longer than a week.

It was starting to slowly snow as you walked about, the cold air becoming thicker as the clouds roll in and sprinkle down the white substance onto the ground, making it stick. You had made a mental note to hurry up with the shopping before it got too cold to handle.

But as you looked down at the vegetables, picking out the best suited ones, you had heard the MPs whispering about near you and once Levi’s name was brought into it, you had stopped what you were doing to listen in on their conversation.

“I heard this expedition was one of the worst ones.” One of them said, making you slowly start to worry at where the conversation was going.

“Yea, I heard Levi’s squad all got wiped clean- no survivors.” In seconds your heart had dropped all the way down to the pit of your stomach, the instant panic that came straight to your head.

You had stopped what you were doing, completely ignoring what you were getting and started to turn back to walk home. You started to feel light headed the faster you had tried to get back to your place, not wanting to fully give into your emotions out on the streets.

The wind started to pick up on your way back, making you tug the big coat around you tighter as you tried to walk faster towards the small cabin you two had shared.

You didn’t want to fully believe what the MPs were saying but you had a gut feeling that they would know what happened out on expeditions before anyone here and that had made you believe that maybe Levi was dead, maybe this expedition was too difficult for him.

As your shaky hand unlocked the front door with the key and opened it up to the empty cabin, your heart started to shatter more, your breathing becoming heavier as you sat on the couch and started to let your emotions overpower you, making soft sobs leave your lips at the thought of him being dead.

His voice kept repeating in your head about him promising you he’ll be back home. The constant reminders he would give you when you both laid in bed before he had to go, always telling you how much he loved you and how he’ll always come back home, it only made things harder to wrap your head around.

You didn’t have anyone else, you didn’t have family, you only had Levi and now that you were fully alone, or so you thought, it broke you apart bit by bit. As you stood up after crying on the couch for a few minutes, you had decided to turn on the fireplace and take your coat off.

All you did was grab a blanket, some hot chocolate and sat back on the couch to cry out your emotions, your face flushed and full of your own tears as you stared out at the wall, almost emotionless.

All while Levi rode his horse back into the walls and towards the base to drop his things off and head back home to you. He was drained from the long week and he was glad it was finally over so he’ll have a relaxing weekend with you.

The snow now became thicker and covered up every inch of the ground, seeing his breath as he grabbed his things and made his way towards the cabin as the sun started to set as it hid behind the clouds.

He didn’t realize how fast he was walking back, he was impatient and he was dying to see your face. He didn’t want to think about the long week he had endured and he didn’t want to think about what had went down including the lives they sadly lost.

He quickly walked up the steps, opening up the door and stomping his boots on the ground to knock off the snow before fully stepping inside the warm cabin. His eyes instantly landed on you on the couch as you turned to see who opened your door, almost startling you.

When he saw your flushed cheeks and your red tear filled eyes, he became worried and shrugged off his coat before making his way over to you. You were completely stunned because you’ve been sitting here crying, thinking he was dead and now he was standing inside the cabin, his worried eyes meeting yours.

���Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked but you quickly wrapped your arms around him and embraced him in a tight hug, more tears spilling out.

“They said you were dead, Levi. I thought you were dead.” You mumbled quietly, feeling completely dumb for believing the rumors you heard.

“Who did?” He was confused, pulling you back to look down at your red eyes.

“The MPs, they said no survivors.”

“And you believed those lazy idiots?” He scoffed, cupping your cheeks and wiping the remaining tears off your face.

“Yeah, sounds stupid now that I think about it.” He cracked a smile, continuing to swipe his thumbs across your cheeks to get rid of the tears that slipped.

“You know I’ll never leave you, right?” He said softly, sighing under his breath at the mess those MPs caused for letting a silly rumor slip.

He was angry but he couldn’t show it, he knew that it wasn’t worth the trouble arguing with those idiots and considering you’re sitting here upset and have been for a few hours, he knew that you needed someone just for a little bit, you needed that comfort to reassure you that everything is okay.

So he sat there on the couch, holding onto you as your head laid there against his chest, hearing his heartbeat thump repeatedly, reminding you that he was here and alive, it wasn’t your imagination.

You could still feel the sadness weighing down on your heart, the sighs leaving your lips so casually as you continued to imagine Levi getting killed on a mission. You couldn’t stop the anxiety that replayed in your mind, it was torture and he soon caught on to your dozed off state.

“You know you mean the world to me, Y/N.” He mumbled, giving you small words of reassurance to comfort you some more.

“I’ll never leave you behind, even if I was out there bleeding out- I would still crawl back home to you.” It wasn’t the best choice of words but you understood what he was trying to say.

“I know, I just get worried.. you’re all I have left.” It was a scary feeling to always worry about him and whether or not you’ll be attending a funeral because he didn’t make it out alive, especially a funeral without his body to bury- it killed you slowly.

“I love you.” He said quietly, his vulnerability leaking out of him to show you just how much he cared about your feelings. H wanted you to know just how much you meant to him.

He decided to get off the couch after kissing the top of your head. He knew that what he went through the last week didn’t matter, not when you were in a state like this. You were first above all, his first priority and he wanted to make sure you were happy and healthy before anything else.

So, he had decided to make some tea and take you to bed where he piled as many blankets as he possibly could to get you warmed up considering it was snowing down pretty hard outside and it was becoming increasingly chilly.

He set your cup of tea on the side table beside you, his lips landing on top of yours for a quick moment, something he’s been thinking about since he left on the expedition. All he thought about on that mission was your warm lips that fit perfectly with his and the way your fingers would always comb through his hair when you both were laid up intertwined with each other.

This all made him happy, the small butterflies exploding inside of his stomach as he slipped under the covers and embraced you in his arms, making you feel safe and more than happy to see his face again. You shivered slightly, your fingers slipping up and tangling in his hair before the both of you started to kiss which got heated pretty quickly from how much you both had missed each other.

It didn’t take long for his body to be hovered over yours and his lips molded with your own to make your skin feel hot underneath all the blankets that had surrounded your bodies.

“Let me show you how much you really mean to me.”

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Oh lord here’s another sad post about me being back but at least I posted a writing while I was at it :p

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[writertitan]

As the World Caves In

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 3449

themes: levi’s pov, certified levi angst, lots of pining, levi just needs a hug tbh, song fic request that i think fits the vibe of the song

requested by anon

War.

All Levi can see is war. Everywhere, every second, every hour. It was all he had ever seen, from the moment he’d been born. He had long accepted that war was as inevitable as breathing. With that acceptance had also come the knowledge that that was all he would ever see. Only the gore, the death, the filth of war.

His feet ache as he trudges down the street alongside his horse, the reins loosely gripped in one hand as he keeps his head down, too tired to face the curious gazes of civilians. The evening rain splatters relentlessly atop his head and dribbles down his cheeks and soaks into his sullied uniform; the rain has always bothered him, but it is especially bothersome today.

He is here to fight for the beauty of humanity, but it isn’t a beauty he would ever get the chance to see for himself. That beauty was for those who came after him. He would suffer for them, he’d face the ugliness for them, if it meant that nobody would ever have to go through the horrors of fighting for humanity again. He would take it. He could take it.

A glance towards Hange tells him all he needs to know. The squad leader’s shoulders are hunched forward and Levi purses his lips, knowing they’d injured their back hours before, a result of so much heavy lifting. The wagon full of corpses and dead weight is much farther behind them, but the creaking of wheels seems deafening. Today, it feels like the world is ending.

Gore, and death, and filth. That’s all war is. All that war is, is the end of the world, every day.

With a sigh, Levi lifts his head up to stare straight ahead, expression as steely as ever.

He is here to fight for something that isn’t his. No need to get caught up in his thoughts about it.

War.

War was his life’s purpose. It was all he’d ever get to see. He’d have to see the end of the world every single day. There is no beauty in war.

-----

Fifteen minutes later, the first handful of scouts have started wandering off, Levi’s gaze wandering with them. Some of them go to greet family members. Others slump together in alleyways to take a break. And then there are others that have stepped into a tavern, a couple of them beckoning for Hange to come along. Members of their squad.

Before Levi’s gaze could turn away, Hange, always perceptive, meets his eyes.

“Want to come grab a drink?” they ask him.

Levi feels his jaw clench tight at the thought. He shakes his head.

“No,” he answers simply.

But it’s too late.

Hange grabs a hold of him and calls for a scout to come help with Levi’s horse. A designated horse-sitter, it seems, who does it solely for the promise of the steady flow of booze to be delivered to him outside.

“I just want to get back to base, Hange,” Levi protests, but his voice is dull and lifeless. There’s no venom to his fight.

“One drink, and it’ll be nice to get out of the rain,” Hange insists. They’re trying so hard to be upbeat, to have life in their eyes. Levi knows Hange well enough to see past the facade. There’s no signs of joy past the surface.

Hange wants to be numb tonight and have a warm body nearby. It’s the least Levi can do.

As dirty as he thinks taverns are, Levi feels much dirtier when he steps in, spattered with mud and blood and whatever other filth. He’s still drenched from the rain. It hasn’t let up and he doubts it will cease at all until tomorrow morning. He can hear it thundering on the roof of the tavern, like a furious heartbeat.

His boots squeak as he follows his comrades to a table; it’s not lost on him that the tavern has grown completely silent the moment they arrived.

He tries to ignore it but Levi’s prone to returning a few curious or frightened stares with some mean glares.

He does just that as he walks behind Hange, and it seems to work. But there’s one stare coming from somewhere in the tavern, he can feel it, but he can’t find the eyes. Everyone else has taken the hint and ducked their heads away. Almost everyone.

When he finally finds the pair of eyes on him, a crack of thunder booms outside and Levi swears that it stops time for a moment. Can thunder do that?

You clearly work here at the tavern, hair tugged out of the way and apron stained with ale. Eyes as big as the moon when they widen at the realization that he’s caught you staring. But you’re not staring in fear or curiosity or annoyance. Your eyes only hold kindness.

Levi doesn’t realize he’s frozen in place until you turn your head away from him and hurry off. It’s only until your gaze is torn away that he remembers he can move. And then he hears Hange calling for him from the table they’d settled on, a spot waiting for him.

He feels heavier and lighter simultaneously as he sits down and tries to focus on the meaningless mutterings between the scouts after shedding his cloak and jacket. Not even Hange is contributing to the chatter.

It’s not long until he feels someone behind him and Levi stiffens, the fresh memory of your face popping into his head. Slowly, he turns his head to look.

It’s you.

You’re expertly balancing a tray on your shoulder as you set down pints of ale in front of his comrades, not a word leaving your mouth. You can read the room perfectly. Levi can’t even bring himself to be angry that you didn’t come to ask about their drink preferences first. He’s willing to drink ale tonight.

But he’s surprised when, instead of a pint, you set down a mug of steaming tea in front of him.

“I’ve heard that you prefer tea, sir,” you murmur, and he can sense that you’re timid about what you’ve just said. Then you add, “But let me know if you’d like something else to drink.”

Levi is at a loss for words and he can’t pinpoint the feeling in his chest. He just nods curtly, staring up at you, holding your gaze, watching the way you get more and more flustered. Finally, he looks away, down at his tea, and brings both hands to wrap around the warm mug.

“Thank you,” he says, and slowly turns to watch you walk away from over his shoulder.

Is the tea thing really a topic of conversation everywhere?

He takes a sip and, while it’s an average cup of tea by his usual standards, Levi swears no other cup of tea has warmed him up faster in his whole life.

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The next time he’s at the tavern, it’s the night before departing to go beyond the wall. The soldiers are already some bottles deep in drink, swallowing their grief down along with the ale. It’s raining again, harder than the first night he’d come here. And Levi’s eyes have searched for glimpses of you since he arrived.

You always seem to escape his view. There are only fleeting glimpses as you saunter around, cleaning up and serving, and then disappearing to the back of the tavern where only the employees are allowed. You’re not the one to serve his table this time. But the fact that he was served a cup of tea tells him that you’re aware he’s there.

Levi doesn’t notice that when he can’t see you, you can see him. Thus, your gazes never cross paths.

He finally gets a good view of you when you come out wearing a cloak and a tired smile and tired eyes, and agree to help a barmaid serve a table of men a few meters away from his table, before you leave. You look uncomfortable as you serve them. They’re rowdy. One of them grabs the sleeve of your cloak and tugs hard. Levi hears the ripping of seams and then an uproar of drunk laughter from the table. And those eyes of yours fill with tears as you try to pull away to no avail.

Levi doesn’t realize he’s at the table until his hand is fisted into the man’s hair and yanking it so the drunkard can look at him.

“Keep your filthy hands to yourself,” he says in a low voice. He’s as calm as ever, but there is a dark undertone to his words that has the man and all his friends shutting up and shrinking back.

It disgusts him that these men would make you experience something like that.

When his eyes find yours, you’re looking at him in wonder, tears still lingering at your lash line.

“Thank you,” you breathe.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he mutters, and his only coherent thought at that moment is that his heart is pounding against his chest like the rain is pounding against the roof. Furious heartbeats.

The terrors of the world dawn on him full force when you clutch your cloak tighter around you and look towards the door. Levi knows war, and he knows terror, and he knows evil. He’s never thought about the fact that out there, you’re just as prone to the end of the world as anyone else. This tavern, this dingy little tavern, has been an escape for him.

It terrifies Levi to think that you’re out there on your own.

“Are you going home?” he asks you, and when you nod hesitantly, he makes up his mind. “I’m walking you home.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-” you begin, but Levi shakes his head.

“I want to,” he interjects. “It’s late and I’d like to know you’re safe. You seem like the type that finds trouble easily.”

“I seem like the type?” you echo, a corner of your mouth twitching up briefly. A hint of a smile.

Levi mentally curses himself but doesn’t elaborate further.

“Yep,” he confirms.

How can he tell you that he thinks that about you, not because of those men, but because you’d caught his attention? You’re doomed if you’re around Levi. Anyone and everyone is.

But he just can’t help himself.

“Okay. Thank you,” you whisper with a shy little smile, your eyes twinkling in the dim light of the tavern.

Levi clears his throat awkwardly and follows you out, ignoring the questions from his comrades, and definitely ignoring the little whoops from the ones who are too stupidly drunk to behave.

The rain is pouring from the sky and Levi grimaces, always bothered by the rain, and pulls the hood of his cloak over his head. He turns to you as you do the same, and only in that motion does he see how badly that drunkard has ruined your cloak. Your head may be protected from the rain, but your body is getting drenched.

He doesn’t give it a second thought before pulling off his cloak and shoving it your way with a grunt, the rain instantly drenching him.

You look at him in surprise, eyes as big as the moon again when they widen, and shake your head swiftly to refuse.

“Your cloak is useless. Use mine,” he tells you before you can verbally decline. “I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with a lot worse things than getting wet.”

You reluctantly switch your cloak for his and Levi folds your ruined one over his arm so you don’t have to carry it. And then you start walking together, falling in step with each other easily. The streetlamps illuminate the wet pavement as the two of you walk together.

“Captain Levi, you really didn’t need to walk me home,” you say after a few beats of silence. The only other sound is the pattering of rain.

He turns to look at you briefly, because he just can’t stop looking at you, and for a moment he feels a dark pang in his chest when he looks you over while wearing his cloak. The green looks lovely on you, and while his heart flutters at the image of you wearing something of his, it also sinks at even the thought of you being a scout.

Levi would never want you to own a green cloak of your own. He would never want to expose you to war.

There is no beauty in war.

And you are very beautiful.

His head spins for a moment.

It’s the first time Levi has ever thought that about anything or anyone.  

He has never had the luxury of seeing something beautiful before. He sees death and he sees war and he sees terrors beyond the walls. Levi has seen nothing but the cruelties of a dying humanity.

And now here you are, so beautiful, the person who gives him tea and stares at him with wide, kind eyes.

“It would just make me feel better to know you’re safe,” he says when he realizes he hasn’t said anything back yet.

You give him a shy smile, and then Levi replays your words in his mind and frowns to himself.

“And you can just call me Levi. Not Captain Levi,” he adds.

When you say your name, Levi realizes you’ve never been properly introduced. He didn’t even know your name, and you’ve got him acting this way.

Like everything else about you, your name is beautiful to him.

“Don’t you just love the rain?” you sigh, stretching a hand out from the cloak to catch raindrops on your palm.

“I hate it, actually,” Levi responds.

He cringes at how blunt he sounds, but when you actually laugh, he softens and looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“Why do you love the rain?” he asks.

“Because it makes everything look beautiful,” you answer easily, turning to him to give him a smile. “I think rainy days are magical.”

Levi takes a look around, and he doesn’t see what you see. Everything just looks wet.

But when he looks at you, he sees the way that the raindrops catch onto a few stray strands of hair peeking out from under the hood of the cloak you wear, and he sees the way the air puffs out of your mouth from the chilly temperature, and he sees the way your eyes glimmer in the faint light of the streetlamps, and he thinks that’s beautiful.

It turns out you don’t live that far. The short walk makes Levi frown in disappointment, but when you reach out and gently touch his arm to get his attention, he feels a rush of heat flow through him. And something else, another feeling that he still can’t quite pinpoint.

“Come inside for a bit to dry off. I have tea,” you tell him.

And how can he refuse that?

He helps you start a fire in your little home and he lets you make the tea however you want instead of giving his usual instructions. When you give him a quilt to wrap up in after hanging up the cloaks and stepping out of soggy shoes, Levi is almost in disbelief at the comfort he feels as your hands playfully toss the fabric around his shoulders. The comfort almost makes him uncomfortable.

He only knows war. He doesn’t know this...new feeling. What is it? It feels like it’s at the tip of his tongue.

When he looks out the window, he knows better than anyone that there’s a war going on. He’ll be riding out to meet it face to face tomorrow morning.

But when you sit down next to him in front of the fire and hand him his tea, a quilt draped around your shoulders too, the both of you fall into a lovely silence and Levi can actually forget about it all. In your little home, it does not feel like the end of the world.

For the first time in his life, he is experiencing something beautiful.

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Levi’s feet ache as he trudges down the street.

A scout has agreed to take his horse back to base at Levi’s request. Though he usually wants to get back to base as soon as possible, today is different.

Two days outside of the walls and all Levi wants is to see something beautiful. He can hear the creaking wheels of the wagon carrying the dead, far behind him, but haunting him.

He feels heavy.

And he’s back to feeling like it’s the end of the world, and the world is on his shoulders.

He doesn’t want you to see him like this, deep down. Right now, he looks a mess, and he feels a mess. He’s not beautiful, and you don’t deserve to look at the result of war. And Levi is the result of war. He’s scarred, physically and mentally, and he looks like he’s seen nothing but doom. In truth, he has.

But none of that stops him from trekking to your little home, the evening light slowly turning to dusk as he approaches your street.

He’s basically operating on instinct, horrors flashing through his mind as he knocks on your door. There was so much death, again. There was so much fear and so much terror, again. It’s the end of the world.

The things thrumming through his mind stop as soon as your door opens as he’s greeted with the sight of your wide, surprised eyes.

“You’re back,” is all you say, and Levi swallows thickly and nods.

You can see the remnants of war in Levi’s eyes and he can tell, and he feels ashamed to make you witness that. But his shame ebbs when you step aside to silently welcome him inside your home, eyes as kind as ever.

“Would you like some tea, Levi?” you ask him, voice just above a whisper.

He steps inside and everything is as he remembers it from two nights ago. There’s a fire crackling and a few quilts tossed over chairs. He spots the one you’d let him borrow and wants nothing more than to have you wrap it around him again.

That indecipherable feeling comes back again as soon as the door closes behind him. The one he can’t quite place yet. When he looks at you, he feels it stronger than ever and makes his gaze soften.

“I’d love some tea,” he murmurs.

Levi stiffens when you move toward him rather than to your kitchen. He’s frozen in place, doesn’t know what to do when you’re inches away from him. Your eyes search his face before your hand comes up to gently caress him from temple to jaw, just once, and then your palm settles nicely on his cheek.

“I’ll make us some tea, then,” you tell him with that gentle smile of yours, and then pull away from him to go to the kitchen.

He stands there for a few moments longer before settling into the chair he’d sat in before, quilt wrapped around him as he stares into the fire.

The smell of tea wafts to him and Levi turns to watch you prepare it.

Beautiful.

That unknown feeling is coursing through him now, and Levi has come to the conclusion on what it is, but doesn’t want to believe it.

Because a man like Levi doesn’t know anything about this feeling.

What does a man like Levi know about peace?

He looks out the window and understands that the world is ending if he doesn’t do anything to stop it. There is war out there and he has to fight.

But when he looks at you, it doesn’t matter.

He’s been fighting for something that isn’t his. Maybe that can change. He can let himself have this. He can let himself know peace, after an entire life of fighting. Levi would like to fight for you. He’d like to fight knowing that it’s to make sure you never have to see what he sees.

Even if the world is ending, it’s okay right now. He’s okay with it as long as he can stay here with you and protect you from it.

When you give him his tea and sit next to him, you don’t bother to press him to talk about it. Levi appreciates that. When you cup his cheek again like you’d done earlier, he’s glad you don’t say anything when he leans into your touch. He doesn’t want words right now.

He just wants to revel in the feeling you’ve brought him.

Peace.

[lacontroller1991]

Trained for Sin (Rick Flag x PlatonicChild!Reader)

@h-hxgirl​ @artemis-cr0ck​ @yelenas-lova​

Requested by @phoenixofthevalley : Could you do a fic with a child reader or oc where they're new on the team and after the new team "saves" Rick from the freedom fighters, the child and Rick bond and Rick is pissed off that Waller put a literal child on the team and Is very protective of them. Maybe the child has sharp claws and kind of acts like an animal

Author's Note: I hate peacemaker too, if I could I would kill him. Also for this I'm gonna kind of base it off of Ratcatcher 2 and Bloodsport's relationship and maybe up the age of the child to an late tween (14ish). Also sorry this is late but I hope you enjoy!!!!

Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood, Guts, CHARACTER DEATH, murder, TW absent father, Gore

The soft sand filled in your shoes as you walked on the beach next to your team. You mindlessly wrapped your fingers in your hair as you tried to wring out the water before Waller’s voice echoed through your ear.

“Task Force X, you have a new objective. You are to rescue Colonel Rick Flag. I’ve sent his cords. You are to execute his captors with extreme prejudice.” You looked at your team in confusion but most of them didn’t seem to have a problem with it. Yes, you may be a criminal, but you still have a conscience.

“Alright, we’ll camp here for tonight. In the morning we will get Colonel Flag and then continue our objective,” Bloodsport, or Robert DuBois spoke firmly as you curled into a ball waiting for sleep to take you.

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You watched in disgust as Bloodsport and Peacemaker walked through the camp, making a game of who could kill the most. You never liked killing, using it only as a last resort when you needed to, but something about the way both of them were making a competition out of it sickened you to your stomach. Your ears perked up as a branch behind you snapped, alerting you of a potential assailant. Turning around, you lodged your claws into the man’s neck, him freezing in place as the blood began spurting out from where your claws had pierced him.

“So that’s what you do,” a soft accent noted as you looked over to Cleo who held Sebastian on her shoulder.

“No, it’s one of the things I can do. My ears make it easy for me to hear and move out of the way before something comes at me. These claws are just for an extra layer of protection.” She nodded in response as you continued to stalk toward the tent. Stopping in front of it, you could hear laughing coming from inside before DuBois ripped open the curtain revealing a lady and a shirtless man, who you were assuming is Colonel Flag.

“DuBois?”

“Flag.”

“The hell are you doing here?” He asked, eyes scanning over the group before landing on your smaller frame, his eyes doing a double take, “is that a child?”

“We’re here to save you. And this is Lion, they’re on our team,” DuBois replied before looking at the table, “is that tea?”

You sat outside of the tent as Rick and Sol Soria looked around, Rick apologizing profusely for the loss that Soria just had. Breaking away from the conversation, Rick made his way toward you before taking a seat next to you.

“How old are you, kid?” He asked with concern and disgust that Waller would even consider putting a kid on the Suicide Squad.

“14, sir. My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you introduced as you stuck out a hand that had indents from where your claws were retracted. Shaking it lightly, Rick looked at you, most specifically your ears.

“What do you do?” Giving him a dry laugh, your claws extended from your hands as they shone in the light.

“Well, I can climb up really high and have enhanced hearing. I can fit into smaller places and these are to kill someone if needed,” you replied with hesitancy as he gave a slight nod, understanding where you’re coming from.

“So how did you end up in Waller’s grasp?”

“My dad gave me up to Ms. Waller,” Rick’s eyes widened at the thought of a father giving up their child, “I killed someone two years ago. But they deserved it. They were beating on some cats and it just set me off I guess. Like an urge. Ever since then I’ve been in that prison.”

“That’s horrible, kid. I’m sorry you went through that,” he replied with sorrow as you shrugged your shoulders and leaned back, letting the sun hit your face.

“It’s whatever. I don’t really miss my dad. He was never really around emotionally after my mom passed away and his trauma from his job made everything harder.”

“What did he do?”

“He was a special ops officer, I think. He went to West Point and then Afghanistan to do whatever. Never was the same coming home, according to my mom at least,” you commented as he stared at you, his dad sounding too much like a friend of his he had when he was in the Green Berets.

“What’s his name?”

“You sure do ask a lot of questions Colonel Flag.”

“Rick is fine. What’s his name?”

“Poe,” you replied with curiosity in your eyes as Rick gaped his mouth at you before calling Bloodsport over.

“Did you know this is Poe’s kid?”

“Poe David?”

“Yeah, Poe David,” he laughed as DuBois looked down at you with interest.

“Fucking hell, didn’t know he could have a kid,” DuBois retorted as you looked between the two men.

“Do you know him?”

“Yeah, we worked with him for a little bit. He was a good soldier,” Rick voiced before noting the way you shrunk into yourself, “but doesn’t make him a good dad,” offering you a small smile, he patted you on the shoulder before leaving you alone in your own world.

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You looked through the small pile of clothes that Sol had provided for the gang, trying to see if there was anything you could wear.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A gravely southern voice asked as you looked up from the pile to see Rick wearing a yellow shirt and a pair of pants that was probably a size too small.

“I’m looking for clothes, you know, to help you guys.”

“Kid, you can’t. For one, you’re only twelve. They wouldn’t let you in. Secondly, I want you to stay with Sol. Just for now. I’ll come back and get you when this is over,” he stated as you stared at him dubiously.

“Waller will have my head. I have to go with you guys,” he shook his head with his hands on his hips.

“I don’t want you there. You’re a kid, it’s way too dangerous.”

“I’m going. I have nothing else to live for anyways,” you uttered, hoping off of the log and making your way over to the van, deciding to help Cleo out with an outfit.

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Rick was right. You had underestimated how dangerous this mission actually was. After all, this was your first mission and you clearly did not have a full understanding of what you were actually supposed to do. You were currently placing explosives on the walls with Peacemaker and Nanaue when you noticed that Peacemaker was stalking off, after Rick, Cleo and Gaius. Not giving it a thought, you continued placing the explosives on the walls before you moved up a level and repeating the process. When you got to the fourth level, your skin tingled, ears twitching and gut turning. Something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Looking ahead of you, you saw that the others were way ahead of you. If you slipped out now, you were sure they wouldn’t notice. Turning around, you ran down the stairs and followed the scent of Peacemaker, which took you to an underground lab. Looking around, you saw numerous people with starfish covering their faces behind bars. You plugged your nose tightly as you tiptoed through the lab, making sure that you couldn’t be heard. Rounding a corner, you saw Cleo holding Sebastian and you saw Rick and Peacemaker standing across from each other.

“They experimented on children!” Rick shouted as the building rumbled, dust floating around you before a bigger explosion threw you back, burying you in rubble. With your ears ringing, you tried to straighten out your vision while tugging on your legs. Looking down, you saw a big piece of concrete trapping your legs beneath it. As you took a deep breath, you placed your hands on the lip of the concrete and used all of the strength you could muster up to move it slightly, just enough for your small frame to get out from underneath it. Once you escaped the chunk of concrete, your ears picked up on some grunting coming from in front of a pile of rubble. Walking toward the pile, you took a quick sniff, the scent of blood, Peacemaker and Rick the most prominent in that area. Rick. Looking at the pile of rubble, you scouted a small little slot that led to the other side where the two men were.

“Fuck, I hate doing this,” you mumbled before shrinking yourself enough to crawl through the hole. As you neared the other side, you could see two pairs of feet shuffling around as the grunts and impact of metal against skin amplified in your ears. Crawling out of the other side, you grew back to your normal size and saw Rick being thrown against a grain machine, Christopher easily picking him up and doing it again. As quickly as you could, you unsheathed your claws and slid between Christopher’s legs, slicing through his achilles as he let out a groan of pain before falling to his knees. Running toward Rick, you noticed his eyes had a flash of terror as a hand shot out and grabbed one of your legs, pulling you down and dragging you back toward Peacemaker’s body. Getting up on top of you, Christopher held a metal grate against your throat, choking you.

“Get off of them!” Rick shouted before tackling Christopher off of you while you took a deep breath. After regaining your breath, you crawled back to your feet and jumped on Christopher’s back, claws right on his jugular veins.

“Get off of him or else I will rip your throat out,” you threatened as Christopher paused while Rick looked up at you and slightly shook his head, silently begging you not to do what you were about to do.

“Kid, you can’t do shit,” Chrostopher mocked, arms quickly trying to throw you off, but not getting a good grip.

“I warned you,” you stated, digging your claws into his veins and puncturing through them to reach the Carotid arteries. He started choking as his hands went up around his throat, blood spurting out and onto Rick’s face, who quickly closed his eyes and turned his head to the side to avoid Peacemaker’s blood going into his mouth. With a final grasp, you withdrew your hands from around his throat as pieces of artery stuck to your claws, Christopher collapsing onto Rick and bleeding out. Getting off of Peacemaker’s back, you pushed him off of Rick before offering the Colonel a hand. Hoisting him up, he just looked at you in shock.

“You’re way stronger than you look,” he commented while trying to wipe the blood off of his face.

“It’s the genetic encoding. Gives me enhanced everything really,” you replied, picking off the pieces of arterial lining from your claws before eyeing a gun. Walking toward the weapon, you picked it up and cocked it, not bothering to look over to your commander as you made your way back to Peacemaker’s body and lodged two bullets in his head.

“For good measure,” you explained before handing the gun back to Rick, “we need to get out of here.” Walking away, you headed toward the stairs before a hand shot out and grabbed your arm. Turning around, you faced Rick who held a look of gratitude in his eyes.

“Thank you for saving me, kid. But that was too dangerous. I don’t want you to ever do something like that again,” he warned as you gave him a small smile.

“Don’t worry, Colonel. I won’t. Do you have the files?” Worry etched its way onto his face as he looked around for the hard drive that he almost just lost his life for.

“Where the fuck is it?” He asked, frantically looking around before Cleo showed up from a hole, clutching the drive in her hand.

“I have it right here, Colonel.” She announced, quickly handing it over to Rick who put it in his pants.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” he remarked, before following you and Cleo out of the lab and living to fight another day.

[officialscaramouche]

Three is company— a gift for @ambers-glider ‘s fic here! I told y’all I’d get to writing today!!!!

EDIT: Tomo is the friend (Tomo is short for tomodachi which is friend in japanese)

pairing: Kazuha x Gorou x reader

tw: a couple curse words

wc: 2,178

You squatted around the fire with your colleagues, eating your food straight from the can. “[Y/N]!” You hear your squad leader call out from his tent. You turn to look at what he wanted and note him standing with a messenger from the base of operations you just left. He waved what looked like a white flag. It piqued your interest, you had to admit, stretching out your legs with your can in hand.

“Yes, sir!” You salute, slapping your ankles together in form.

Your squad leader extended his hand, exchanging an open letter with you. “A letter. From the resistance,” he says simply. “From the second in command himself.”

It didn’t take the second sentence for you to know who it was. Of course, Kokomi was the leader of your resistance— all of you worked for her. But her second in command was none other than the tricky Gorou, known for his sly and mischievous ploys. “Thank you, sir,” you salute once more before dipping to tear into the letter.

It sucked that none of your mail could go through unopened, but it made sense considering that any one of you could be shogunate spies. It was a small price to pay for your cause, even if the letter was a bit personal.

[Y/N], it read. I hope this letter finds you well. After yours and Kazuha’s leave, I dove into my work to try and distract myself from the aching in my heart. Seeing many of my comrades fall in the recent ambush made me long for you more. I cannot ignore it much longer, so I have written to both you and dearest Kazuha in hopes that we may once again be reunited. We should all be returning to base in two weeks for the monthly review. Please find me there. I look forward to seeing you. Gorou.

“Oh?” A voice came behind you. “Everyone wondered what was going on between you and the shiba boy. I guess this proves true?”

You pulled the letter to your chest, scowling at the man who sat beside you. “Do you need something, sir? Why is my business important to you?”

He smiled, throwing an arm around you. “Damn, I was just curious!” You shook his arm off of you and turned your back to him. “I’m sorry that we have to go through your letters. But I’m sure you understand.”

You frowned as your eyes scanned the letter again. “I do,” you sigh. Bringing the letter to your nose and breathing in the scent. It smelled like otogi wood. It smelled like him. “But it does suck that everyone in command knows about my affairs.”

“What happened? If you don’t mind my asking.”

You peer over your shoulder and glare. “I do mind you asking.” You hissed.

The two weeks went by painfully slow. Your team was sent to do reconnaissance once more after the ambush that Gorou mentioned in his letter. While it wasn’t your team that was tasked with scouting that area prior to his arrival, it was your command team that got in trouble for it. Everyone was expected to do seamless work and the weight was on your team’s shoulders.

You double checked your field of observation; replacing your traps, checking the knots, and notating all of your activities. Signing off and turning in your report, you packed all of your equipment and belongings and darted out of the camp.

It was good to finally be back on base. All you wanted to do was get into your room and hop into the shower. You weren’t about to meet your exes sweaty and covered in dirt. You step inside and stop at the front desk. “Welcome back [Y/N],” the receptionist greets. “What number did you reserve?”

“Twenty three,” you slide over the key, lugging your duffel bag onto the table. You unzip the bag and fish for your personal belongings as the receptionist grabs your locker key. “I’m returning the reconnaissance pack and some gear.”

The receptionist scratches out your name on the clipboard and pulls the bag across the desk. “I heard you’re meeting with Master Gorou and Lord Kazuha.”

You slap your forehead with a groan. “Ugh, does everyone know?”

“Not everyone. I heard from Master Gorou himself. He told me to tell you he’d be in his office.”

“He’s here already?”

“Since seven this morning. He seemed rather eager to meet you.” The receptionist hands you the forms you signed to borrow the equipment. “Sign and date, please.”

You take the pen off the desk and begin to scribble on the document when the door slides open with a ding. “Oh, [Y/N],” a calm and melodious voice says. “What great timing!”

You shudder at the voice, turning slowly to confirm your suspicions. “O-Oh, hi Lord Kazuha…I just got back.”

The samurai walks up and places a hand on the small of your back. “Is Gorou here yet?”

“Yes,” the receptionist answers, taking the clipboard back from you. “He should be waiting in his office.”

“Great,” Kazuha smiles, grabbing your belongings off the desk and ushering you away with him. “Let’s go, shall we?”

You twiddle your fingers nervously as you walk. “I haven’t showered yet, my lord.”

“Oh that’s alright. I haven’t either.”

That wasn’t the point, you thought, reaching the elevator. “Well, I was hoping I could stop at my room and shower.”

Kazuha pushed one of the buttons on the elevator panel. “We’re already here, though.” You scratch your head and frown. “It’s okay,” he continues. “Master Gorou won’t mind.”

“Why do you smell like incontinence?”

You bury your face in your palms as you listen to Gorou and Kazuha speak. “Because I’ve been hiding in the trenches,” Kazuha laughs, opening his arms for a hug.

“You know I have a strong sense of smell,” Gorou whined as he embraced the samurai. “And [Y/N],” you look from between your fingers and notice the warm smile and faint blush on Gorou’s face. “It’s so good to see you too.”

The shiba boy walks up to you and pulls you into a tight embrace, his face nuzzled into your neck. “You’re stinky too.”

“Hey!” You shout, your hands reaching to wrap around him. “Kazuha didn’t want to stop at my room.”

Gorou pulls back and gazes into your eyes, his hand coming to cup your cheek. “That’s okay. I’ve been waiting around anxiously for both of you. Come,” he gestured, extending his arm out. “Please sit with me. I’ve got cookies and tea.”

Kazuha tucked his hands into his sleeves and grinned. He knelt down on the tatami pillow, sitting down on his knees and reaching for a cookie. You followed suit next to him, sitting back on your heels and taking the teacup from Gorou after he poured some tea. It was nice and light until Kazuha took a sip from his cup. “Why did you ask us to come here?” He said with a smile.

You stiffened at the question, your hair standing on end at the suddenly uncomfortable mood. You thought it was obvious why he arranged this meeting, but you guess that Kazuha wanted to hear it from his own mouth.

Gorou rubbed the back of his neck. “I mostly wanted to apologize,” he explained. “Whether or not you accept my apology is not my concern. But I do hope that we can agree to reconcile.”

“It’s very uncomfortable walking around after my superiors have gone through my mail,” Kazuha continued, closing his eyes as he sipped on his tea. “You could’ve at least been a bit more subtle with the delivery.”

“That was part of the problem, though.” The two of you watched and listened closely as Gorou spoke. When the three of you parted ways, it wasn’t on the best of terms. Being in each other’s presence was awkward enough as a result, but hearing him explain his side wasn't something that either you or Kazuha cared to understand. “Keeping both you and [Y/N] a secret was a problem to me. I understood that it would become a hindrance if people knew, but I couldn’t even hold your hand in public.”

Kazuha was silent as he spoke. Gorou and Kazuha had been a thing before you were introduced. But from the beginning you felt that things were tense between them. Being an outsider, the problem was more obvious than it was to them but it was something you felt they needed to work out. That’s why you left.

“And while it was okay for a bit,” Gorou continued, looking away as his words began to choke in his throat. “It was painful to love someone who didn’t even want to be called my ‘boyfriend.’ I don’t think you realize how embarrassing it is to say ‘oh, Kazuha’s my not-boyfriend because he doesn’t want to be tied down by titles.’ I understand that you don’t want a serious relationship but it felt like you didn’t care.”

“I was grieving,” Kazuha kind of snapped, his fingers curled into a fist. “Do you not understand that? My real boyfriend killed himself!”

“Am I not real to you?! Am I just your rebound to fuck and forget?! We are all grieving, Kazuha! We all loved Tomo! What about [Y/N], huh?! Is [Y/N] not real to you either?!”

Kazuha slammed his fist on the table. “Neither of you give a shit! Neither of you care about how I feel!”

Gorou stood on his feet, looking down at the man across from him. “Who was the person that begged you to stay, huh?! Throwing yourself into battle at every chance you got and then turning your back on me!! How dare you say I don’t give a shit!”

The three of you sat in uncomfortable silence after both men refused to say anything else. All you did was sit there and listen, not really feeling as if your opinion mattered. You weren’t in the relationship for very long anyway, why would you have anything to say?

Kazuha looked away from the both of you, while Gorou’s eyes focused on him. You sat with your hands in your lap, waiting for someone to say something. “What do you think, [Y/N]?” Kazuha said finally, not looking at you.

“Me?” You pointed to yourself. “Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters,” Gorou said, sitting back down and reaching for your hands. “You were a part of the relationship too.”

“I’m not sure though…it didn’t feel like I was.” Kazuha looked over his shoulder, his cheeks wet from tears he had been hiding. “I wasn’t even a part of the conversation. You left—” you said, pointing to Kazuha. “—and you ignored me.” Then pointing to Gorou.

You crossed your arms with a huff. “Kazuha didn’t even try to talk it out, and Gorou wasn’t patient enough. Neither of you had any care about how I felt. I don’t even think you guys care now! All you want is for me to agree with you and argue with the other! But you’re both wrong! We all loved Tomo, Kazuha. It’s not fair that you shut all of us out. And it’s also not fair to Kazuha to try and force him to get over it so quickly! Everyone grieves at different paces. Just because you’re more used to your friends dying doesn’t mean he has to!”

They were both silent again as your words soaked in. You were right, of course. Gorou thought about the things he said and how he could’ve done it differently. How he had pushed Kazuha away instead of helping. And Kazuha thought about how selfish he was being. He wasn’t Tomo’s only friend and he wasn’t the only one who cared about him.

Then the silence was broken. “I’m sorry.”

Both of the men turned to look at you with confused expressions. “Why are you sorry?” Kazuha asked, grabbing your hands and pulling you close to him. “It’s not your fault.”

Gorou came around and joined in the hug, wrapping his arms around both of you. “Yeah, [Y/N] it’s not your fault. We’re the ones who fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Kazuha pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “I’m the one who should apologize.”

“No,” Gorou shook his finger. “I said I was going to apologize first.”

“Well too bad!” Kazuha shoved a finger into Gorou’s chest. “I said it first!”

Gorou laughed, pinching Kazuha’s cheek. “No, [Y/N] said it first!”

You pushed them away from you and chuckled. “Now that you’re both feeling better, I was going to say ‘I’m sorry is what you should say to each other.’”

Kazuha tucked your hair behind your ear with a soft expression, before Gorou swooped in and peppered your cheeks with kisses. “Promise you’ll work on it?” You asked.

Gorou and Kazuha looked at each other lovingly, leaning in to kiss for the first time in a long time. “We promise.” They said at the same time.

[breathings-of-the-heart]

Stuck on You (Levi x Childhood Friend! Reader) Part 2

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been kinda a while but here is part 2~ I have this habit of writing and rewriting my pieces since I’m never fully satisfied by them, but overdoing that is just as bad so I’m going to leave this as is ajflkajada  The amount of love my first part recieved was so genuinely heart warming and I cannot express my gratitude enough. I’m nervous to post this because of it, to be honest, because I hope it lives up to the expectations. Thank you to everyone who has shown me support, it means so much! If you guys want a part three, or maybe just a short epilogue, I will consider it so let me know! Also if you would like to be tagged in my future works, comment below or send me a message <3 I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, Season 1 and No Regrets ova spoilers

Word Count: 4k

If you haven’t already, read part one here

As a former member of the Scouts yourself, you knew the ins and outs of the military’s regulations. Because of this, you also knew your request was a strange one, seeing as soldiers weren’t typically allowed visitors, but you hoped your letter appealed to the more personal side of Commander Erwin. Apparently it somehow moved the man, seeing as you had been brought by carriage to the legion's base the following night.  

The clopping of horse hooves eventually stopped, and you were currently being escorted into the building by another familiar face, her hand already outstretched to help you out of the vehicle as soon as the door swung open.  

“I understand your reservations about this, but you’re brave for coming here. I think he’ll be relieved to see you, (Y/N),” Hange spoke, her fingers hovering over the small of your back as she guided you down one of the many hallways, lantern swinging in her free hand. “I think he could benefit from seeing a familiar face.”

Your eyes were downcast, staring at the floor as rooms upon rooms passed by along your path. You couldn’t speak if you tried, words seemingly stuck in your throat and unable to keep up with your racing thoughts.

Deep breaths, (Y/N).

For better or for worse, there was no need to reply, as Hange came to a halt not a second later. She squeezed your shoulder gently before bringing her knuckles to the wooden door, knocking once, twice.

Your hands were clammy, heart thundering in your ears as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Levi, someone is here to see you,” Hange’s voice rang out firmly.

There was a distinct sound of a chair being pushed back, and footsteps growing nearer. Time slowed down, and you began to second guess every decision up to now. Would Levi even want you to be here? Will he be angry? You felt like bolting away and forgetting about the whole idea, suddenly afraid of his reaction. Afraid that your presence would only make everything worse.

Your eyes were widening as you realized the possibility of leaving was too late to explore, Levi already turning the handle from the other side. So instead, you swallowed your pride, stood up straighter, and pushed away the growing sensation of nausea in your gut.

“Who could possibly be important enough to interrupt my--”


The second his eyes met yours, Levi halted in all movements. Your gaze was fixed on him as well, every bit of longing settling back in your bones the second it did.

He looked nearly the same as the last time you saw him, clean and kempt as ever, hair styled the way it always was-- the same way he’d keep it when he used to chastise you for running your fingers through it.

And those stoic, gray irises that drew you in your were fierce, yet somehow emptier. At the sight of you, his flooding emotions became too much to properly register, unlocking every moment you’d ever spent with him as they replayed all at once.

“(Y/N)?” He couldn’t hide his disbelief, eyes widening ever so slightly. 


“Hello, Levi.” 


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Never did Levi think he would grow to care for another group of people the same way he had for you, Farlan, and Isabel. But sitting around Petra, Gunther, Eld, and Oruo, he found their excited chatter over the dinner table endearing more than anything. The ever stoic look on his face didn’t change, and he would never openly admit it, but it felt reminiscent to be surrounded by trusted company like this. All of Squad Levi had full faith in one another; it was necessary for the battle field. This created an unspoken bond between all of them that the unreachable Ackerman did not picture building with others again.

Fate worked in funny ways, he supposed.

Sounds of clinking silverware and chatter filled the mess hall, sun setting outside of its many windows and painting the expanse in an orange light. The males eyes drifted towards the entrance of the room expectantly, where a clock rested above the doorway. He took a sip of his tea whilst squinting at it, attempting to get a better read before feeling a slight jab in his side.

“Looking for someone, sir?” Petra inquired, with a hint of deeper emotion in her tone that went right over the male’s head.

He glared at her in annoyance, having almost spilled his drink as the thought of you returned to the forefront of his mind.

It was strange, seeing how capable you had become after spending those months by yourself in the Underground. They made you a bit more calloused than when Levi last saw you, carrying over to your skills as a Scout. You never used to be skilled at riding ODM gear, not even when Levi tried to teach you in your youth. Seeing you slash Titans without blinking an eye was like watching someone completely different.

But you had to learn, since you had no one to protect you.

Your open displays affection had grown fewer and farther between as your time in the Survey Corps dragged on. At first, Levi thought nothing of it. Truthfully, the Captain had hardly noticed, with how busy the both of you were. He wrote it off as stress, or the workload catching up to you. Or, maybe, it was that nagging thought in the back of his conscience he dared not dwell on: he had turned you into this, after being away for so long and then failing to protect your friends.

But as your words replayed in his mind like a broken record, too late he realized this wasn’t the case.

“I see the way you look at her. I see it because you used to look at me that way.”

“Captain?” Petra repeated, leaning forward to study his distant countenance and successfully pulling the man out of his thoughts. “She’s probably just training.”

He rested his hand on top of her head, turning it away from him and sighing.

“Eat, Petra. I don’t need you to be whining about hunger during our patrol tomorrow morning,” he chastised, forcing his eyes away from the doorway.

After that talk, Levi had watched you go, telling himself that you’d return soon enough. Yet could not shake the feeling in his gut that there was something amiss. He pushed away the pit in his stomach. You were safe, you were healthy, and that was all that mattered. Humanity’s Strongest had other things to focus on, after all, and tuned back into his comrades’ conversation. The man blended back in easily, occasionally offering a few of his own comments as the meal dragged on.

Every so often his thoughts would shift back to your conversation earlier that day, and he realized that you were wrong. As close to Petra as he had gotten, there was a stark difference between you and her:

No matter how strong you’d get, and no matter what you thought of him, Levi would always shield you from as much of this world as he could.

But it was better this way. Better if you moved on from him and easier to do if you thought it was because he wanted Petra.

If only he knew your last words to him “I’ll be back for dinner,” had been a lie.

It had been strange for him when you didn’t return. Levi tried not to think about how Kenny had done the same, instead grasping for a reason. For once, he could not read your thought process. The male had no idea why you’d voluntarily leave, after everything. He knew better than to hold onto certainty, but you’d thrown him for a loop. You were always the one to communicate, the problem solver, the one who understood him without much direction. Didn’t you know that you were irreplaceable? He should have come clean: told you that he didn’t see Petra that way, and just didn’t have the heart to admit he didn’t feel good enough for you anymore.

Did he ever even get the chance to say “I love you?”

His regret multiplied tenfold as he began to understand that maybe if he had, you would’ve stayed.

~~~~~~~~

A strange sense of comfort washed over the man as you smiled softly, small hands clasped together in front of you. He blinked, wondering if you were simply a mirage caused by his sleep deprivation. But you remained where you were, after all this time, standing at his door. For once in the man’s life, his mind was drawing a blank.

“I’ll leave you guys to it, then,” Hange stated, excusing herself and soon disappearing out of sight. 


Her statement pulled the both of you back into the present, and you were suddenly self conscious of Levi’s stare. You tucked your hair behind your ears and gestured towards his office, unable to gage his reaction to your presence.

“Would it be alright if I came in?” you asked shyly, astonished he hadn’t slammed the door in your face the second Hange left. 


To your shock, Levi simply nodded, stepping aside to let you through. Your movements were unsure and hesitant, stark in comparison to his: calm and collected as ever.

Just like any space Levi occupied, the area was clean and tidy, a lantern sitting upon his desk the only source of light against the cloudy night sky. It smelled like tea leaves, sandalwood, and disinfectant, a signature scent that made you fill with nostalgia. As the click of the door echoed behind you, the reality of your situation set in, and you turned around to face the man you were here to see.

His gaze had never left you.

“You’re hurt,” was the first thing that left your mouth, concern evident as you studied the bandaging that peaked above his knee length shoes. 


“Long story,” Levi offered curtly, eyeing you up and down from a few feet away. “One I don’t particularly care to tell you.” 


“Of course, that’s fine,” you agreed softly, a weak smile pulling at your lips.

You did your best to mask the hurt, knowing you deserved to feel it. It hurt to be here, the fear that Levi hated you previously keeping you away. Now that you were facing the music, that fear seemed more realistic than ever. Your brain wracked to change the topic before your mind could continue overthinking; desiring instead to cut the unbearable, building tension that never used to exist between you two.

“How are you, Levi?” it was a stupid question, but you no longer knew how to talk to him.

“(Y/N).”


The way he said your name was sharp and challenging. You quickly cleared your throat and looked away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. Of course you’re--”


“--Why did you leave?” Levi effectively cut you off, orbs narrowing as you dared to come closer.

The question caught you off guard. You thought you’d made it obvious with your last conversation with him those years ago. Surely, he had some idea, although his pained expression said otherwise. His fingers twitched at his sides, a movement you didn’t miss as your eyes flickered back to his in surprise. He had been so composed just a moment ago, that the sudden shift gave you whiplash.

Now his fists were clenching, as he waited in the painful silence, knuckles turning white.

“Why did you leave?” The phrase echoed tauntingly in your ears, over and over again.  

You don’t know what came over you. All you knew was that you needed to rid him of the rare, defeated look etched into his countenance. To purge him of this feeling you caused. Whether reaching out would help or hurt, you didn’t know.

But you needed to be near him.  

Levi’s eyelids screwed shut as you brushed your thumb across his cheek. The action was so simple, so delicate, so unsure and so familiar all at once, and at the feeling, the Captain’s composure finally came undone.


He reached up and gripped your wrist, as if you’d fade away if he let go. In previous years, it was always you who craved skinship, yet it seemed as if a weight had been lifted off Levi’s shoulders to have you this close. Your touch still felt like the comforting warmth of a campfire; the type that would make anyone want to stay forever.

“I’m sorry. I thought you’d be better off without me,” you whispered. “I didn’t want to cause you any pain.”

He let out a breath.

“Then why are you here now?” his question was more defeated than hostile, which you hadn’t expected.

If someone asked a few hours ago, your answer would have been much clearer. But now, the logic that brought you here seemed overshadowed by doubt. After all this time, and after everything that had happened between you and Levi, any semblance of a relationship with him seemed unsalvageable. You told yourself this mantra over and over until it stuck. So why were you here?

Levi must’ve thought it audacious, for you to run away like a coward and still think you were relevant to him.

“I owe you so much. Whether I ended up being wrong or right, I’ve always acted with your best interest,” you sighed, thumb brushing over Levi’s dark circles. “Truthfully, I don’t know if I’m any use to you now. I might be the last person you want to seek comfort from, but on the off chance that I still matter to you, I’ll always come back,” you whispered earnestly.

Levi’s grip on your wrist tightened imperceptibly, and you longed to bury your face in the crook of his neck; to feel him wrap his arms around you in his embrace once more. It seemed as if Levi was staring into your soul, his shallow breaths mingling with yours at this close proximity as he opened his eyes to fully drink you in.

“I’m here to tell you that if you need me, I’ll stay.”


He looked to the side as if brushing aside your touch, hand falling away from the raven-haired man’s face as he did so. It felt like rejection, as if he was brushing all of you away with a simple turn of his head.

Silence.

“You’re a real idiot, (Y/N),” he spoke finally, voice nearly out of place against the stillness.

Moonlight suddenly peaked through the window, showering you in a bath of silver light. Levi recognized this look. You were wearing your heart on your sleeve, offering everything you had to give; eyes wide and honest, shining with a vulnerability that even after a lifetime of knowing you, he had never seen before. The man felt conflicted at the sight, annoyance prickling under his skin as you somehow managed to hold him together and tear him apart all at once with your presence.

Losing his squad twist that knife in his heart, convincing him that he was cursed to be left by everyone and his superhuman talents only doomed him to live a life alone.

But now, here you were, standing within arms length: despite the pain you caused, still the only person he had left. Only you could draw this much emotion out of the typically monotonous man. He couldn’t tell if you were a blessing or a curse, but in the moment, all he knew was that he didn’t want you to leave again. He needed you to stay here, with him, the way it should be. Because you were family.

And true to your word, you did.

“You should really get some sleep, you know,” you stated after a while, closing the door with your foot as you entered with two fresh cups of tea. 


You watched Levi fill out paperwork on the other side of the desk, bringing the cup to his lips in the strange fashion you always teased him for. His gaze flickered up boredly.

“You know I don’t sleep. You go on ahead, though. The bed’s behind that door,” he paused, gesturing somewhere behind him. “I hardly ever use it.”  

You shook your head, reaching forward and plucking Levi’s pen from his hand.  


“What you’re drinking is caffeine free. I switched it, so you have no excuse now.” You ignored the indignant scowl growing on the Captain’s face, urging him to listen. “Please, you really should rest. You know you need to.”

It took an entire hour of imploring and convincing for the man to finally give in, him grumbling as you helped take off the boot on his injured foot and ushered him onto the bed. You knew you were the last person with any right to tell the short Captain what to do, but knowing Levi, he was running on an hour or two of sleep while his body was begging for rest. And yes, you were very much hypocritical, draped across the couch in Levi’s office, staring at the ceiling. But none of that mattered to you, as long as he was okay.

You had been lost in introspection, being a room away from your childhood best friend and first love after so long a surreal experience. It felt strange to be back here, but you were too tired to dwell on how strangely out of place you seemed in a place you once called home.

The weight of your abundant emotions from the day finally crashed down, fatigue settling in. You rubbed your eyes, and snuggled closer to the cushions, letting the darkness claim you.

And in the other room, as Levi slipped out of his uniform, shaking his head in exasperation. His last thoughts while he inspected the door as if he could see you through it, was that of course only (Y/N) (L/N) could be more stubborn than he was.

As he slipped under the covers per your command, the ghost of a smile spread across his lips at the thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Perhaps it was the constant danger of where you grew up, and the need to always stay on your toes, but for as long as you could remember, you’d been a light sleeper. If someone so much as stared at you for too long, your body would jolt awake, ready to take action within a moment’s notice. There had been many instances where this came in handy in your past; even after years of seldom disruption in your now boring life within the walls, this was a trait you never seemed to grow out of. So it wasn’t hard to notice the heavy breathing and panicked movement from behind Levi’s closed door.

Just like for you, some things never changed-- when it came to old habits, you knew the man like the back of your hand. The reason he rarely ever slept was one you were quite familiar with. One both of you struggled with, and probably always would. Nightmares never seem to stop. You’d gotten through so many of your own rough nights with your friends by your side.

Levi, however, always refused to admit how they affected him. Insisted on going through it by himself.  

The subconscious urge to look after one other was most likely one you'd never grow out of, even if Levi had. You didn’t think twice before making your way across the office, swinging your legs across the sofa, awake within seconds. Without missing a beat, you stood up and made your way to Levi’s personal sleeping quarters, knuckles rapping against the frame twice. Levi’s shallow gasps quieted, and when you realized he didn’t plan on opening the door, you steeled your nerves to do it yourself. This was what you were here for, wasn’t it? To offer some comfort?

He did want me to stay.

“Levi?” You called into the darkness gently, feet padding foreword as your eyes adjusted to the lack of light.

His silhouette was upright in the bed, no doubt staring at you menacingly.

“I'm fine, (Y/N). Go back to sleep,” he snapped.

That didn't deter you, for he would never openly admit vulnerability. This was by no means new behavior. Besides, the strong emotion behind the Captain’s voice was an easy tell that betrayed his words. You pressed on, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“Do you remember the time we were teenageers and you got sick, but couldn’t afford medicine so I took that sketchy job you specifically told me not to?” Your back was to him, yet you could feel Levi peering at you.

“Obviously,” he humoured you with a reply, knowing you weren’t going to leave. “You came home half alive and I felt like the most useless piece of shit in the world.”

You chuckled, fingers fiddling with the white sheets beneath them.

“Yes, which was unfair to yourself but also something I did not realize since you called me pretty much every name in the book,” you smiled, the memory oddly fond despite its events. “You were so angry, but I was also scared out of my mind... which was more important than your anger, I suppose. So you let me lay next to you that night. That was all it took to make me feel safe again.”

There was a long pause, you trying to get your words together in a way that could allow Levi to understand how you felt right now.

“I know what you’re thinking; what you’ve been thinking your whole life. You haven’t failed anyone and that stupid idea should be the furthest thing on your mind. Take it from someone who knows, alright? So many lives have had meaning because of y--”

His hand closed around your wrist, the grip much like it was the day you left him.

This time, he would not let go.

“--Stop, (Y/N). Don’t.”

You hadn’t realized there were tears falling down your cheeks until Levi turned your face to look at him. Trying to look away in your embarrassment, you laughed bitterly. His grip did not budge as he examined you sternly.  

“Just be quiet and go to sleep, alright?”

You wiped at your face, determination etched into every fibre of your being.

“Mark my words, Levi, I will make you believe me.”

Levi rolled his eyes but tugged at you once more, opening the duvet in an invitation. When he sensed your uncertainty he simply nodded, arms winding around your waist as you finally crawled in beside him. Both of you knew that there was so much that still needed to be said; so many buried feelings and pain that would only take time to unravel. It felt like a miracle to find yourselves in this situation, pushing aside the thousands of emotions and questions and misunderstandings the two of you had, if only to stay together in this moment.

You didn’t need Levi to know that you still loved him; not while he was coping with another loss. It would be selfish to spring that on, and that was not what you were here for. But you had to tell him:

“I missed you.”

Levi hummed, nose brushing against yours in the close proximity.  

“You better not be gone when I wake up,” he chided in response, orbs fluttering shut.

Your fingers threaded through his onyx black locks, brushing through the knots soothingly. Knowing you’d help this man heal no matter how long it took, you took comfort in the realization that he’d finally let you do just that.  

“I’ll be right here. You’re not alone, Levi. I promise you never will be.”

He pulled you closer, thankful that there was at least one source of warmth left in his life that he could hold onto-- especially after coming to terms with and almost having been certain he’d never experience this feeling of contentment, again. But here you were to prove him wrong, a living slice of home in his arms.

It may have been wishful thinking, but you could have sworn you felt Levi’s breath fan across your hairline, a soft voice whispering “Thank you, (Y/N).” before you felt yourself slip away into slumber once more.

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