#because it'll be over soon + there's no world in which i wouldn't regret not taking this opportunity to see them + because it's not

[justinefrischmanngf]

do you know what i just need to chill out i need to drink ridiculous amounts of water and chill out and try get to bed early tonight and tell my mum that i love her and be okay with the fact that i feel incredibly suffocated when i'm around my family i just need to stop myself from spiralling and i need to not self martyr but also not feel like i'm the world's biggest cunt for not wanting to spend time with my family i need to take a deep breath and remember that i'm very lucky because in two weeks i'll be back in my uni city and i'll be able to be free again i need to roll all my emotions back and take care of myself while also being there for my family and grow the fuck up BASICALLY !!!!!!!!!

[denaliwrites]

Don't Turn Your Back

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Part 1: Don't Blink Part 3: Don't Look Away Part 4: Dreams See Us Through

Summary: If you never see a Weeping Angel again as long as you live, it'll be too soon.

Requests: Open!

Tag List: @nyxiethesimp

Warnings: Weeping Angels.

When the Doctor said "Let's find out why this Weeping Angel is stalking and torturing you," you weren't exactly sure how he intended to do that.

You were not expecting him to propose establishing a psychic link between you and the Angel in question.

"Absolutely not," you'd said, adamantly. "Find another way -- I won't have that thing inside my head."

"It's the only way," he'd said, and damn if he wasn't a bloody good liar.

"I hate you," you'd said.

To which he'd smiled and replied, "You know you're dying to know." And damn if you weren't convinced he couldn't read your mind, sometimes.

So now, here you sat, with some odd machine he'd fashioned out of scraps sitting atop your head. "I don't like this," you told him nervously.

"Oh, but you look great," he told you with a smile. Despite his blasé attitude, you remained unconvinced. He was a little too casual, yet for some reason he wouldn't meet your eye.

"What's wrong Doctor?" you finally asked as he adjusted the machine you wore. "Why won't you tell me the other options?"

"Because there aren't any," he said, yet again.

"Doctor, I know when you're lying."

"Because the only other option is to let you die," he snapped, voice broken and movements suddenly jerky as he was overcome with emotion. "And I will not let you die."

"Oh."

You regretted asking. And yet, you persisted.

"So this is safe?"

"No," he replied with a sigh. "But you have a better chance if we do this than if we do nothing. If we do nothing... the Angel will get bored, and..."

"It may not send me back... like the other Angels do."

"Are you ready?"

"No."

"Starting on the count of three."

He counted down, turned the machine on... and then everything went black.

You could tell something was off even before you opened your eyes, but opening them certainly confirmed your suspicions. You found yourself back in your flat, but the world around you was strangely dark and covered in thick mist -- even though you were inside.

Not a fan of that, you decided.

Walking through your flat didn't reveal anything out of the ordinary, besides the darkness and the fog. There were no ghosts, no angels, no Doctor, no... anything.

You were alone.

How were you supposed to tell him? How would he know to pull you out? Those thoughts, among others, ran through your head as you made your way outside to look around the garden. Finding more nothing, you moved on to the street.

You saw the TARDIS on the other side of the road, its light dim and ominous in the oppressive dark of whatever Hell this was.

You wanted to run towards it, and into the safety of the TARDIS, but movement to your left caught your attention.

Oh.

The Angel.

You sucked in a steadying breath and walked towards it.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked as you neared. You hadn't expected your voice to echo. It freaked you out a little. This whole place did. The situation, too.

The Angel didn't answer you.

"Oh. Do I need to turn away?" you asked, genuinely. You blinked and when your eyes opened you could've sworn the Angel's lips were slightly more upturned. "Okay. I'm here to talk. I'm here in good faith. Please don't kill me... I... I'm trusting you."

It was a terrible decision, really, but what choice did you have?

So you turned -- and closed your eyes for good measure.

"Why are you doing this?" you repeated.

A voice not unlike two rocks grinding against each other whispered in your ear, "Revenge." And as quiet as that single word was, it still echoed around you.

"But I've never seen a Weeping Angel before," you whimpered. "How could I have done anything to you worth revenging over?"

"Not you," the voice whispered.

Oh. Well, the only other person that left was the Doctor.

"What did he do?" you asked, even though you didn't actually want to know.

"He killed my sisters."

"I... I'm very sorry," you started, swallowing thickly. "That must've been... terrible. I can't imagine."

"He took something from me," the voice continued, "something I loved. So now I will take from him something he loves."

A nervous laugh bubbled out of your throat. "The Doctor doesn't love me."

"Foolish human," the voice said, and there was just enough threat in those words for you to instinctively open your eyes and turn around.

The Weeping Angel was gone.

Nerves alight and mind about a hundred times more exhausted than it was when you first entered this place, you sighed and wearily turned to the TARDIS. Walking inside revealed that it was just as dark, misty, and creepy as everywhere else.

But you could see yourself sitting in one of the seats by the console, unconscious. The Doctor hovered beside you, his hands clutching yours desperately. He kept whispering to himself, but in this place they echoed right over to you, clear as day --

"Come on, come on, come on."

Over and over, just those two words.

You watched sadly for a moment before you made your way to... well, yourself. You weren't really sure how to wake yourself up, but were willing to try anything and everything that came to mind.

Which was how you found yourself going through a series of ridiculous attempts that included yanking on wires, chanting in Latin, screaming in your face, slapping your face, and dancing the hula.

After everything you tried failed, you dropped to the floor with a whimper and closed your eyes.

You awoke with a jolt, gasping desperately as if you'd been holding your breath for several minutes.

The first thing you saw was the Doctor, still hovering over you. He looked incredibly relieved to see you back, unharmed. You let him take the machine off, and though you felt incredibly heavy suddenly you let him pull you into a hug, too.

"What happened?" he asked as he pulled away. "What did it say?"

"It..." God, you were so tired. Why were you so tired? "It says it wants to kill me because you killed its sisters...?"

You could see him pondering that, eyes searching the air as he tried to recall a time he may've killed some Weeping Angels. All the while, his hands still held yours. It was a small comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.

If he remembered at all, he did a strangely good job of hiding it, though you supposed it helped that your sudden swaying drew his attention away. "Hey, hey," he cooed, pulling you up and into his chest. "Let's get you to bed, eh?"

You shook your head, pushing yourself gently away from him. "I need... to think. Erm. I'm gonna take a shower. And then I'll go to bed..." You nodded tiredly but resolutely and made your way to your bathroom.

The shower you took was long, just shy of blisteringly hot, and not nearly as productive as you'd hoped it would be. Your thoughts kept running in circles, or else running away from you altogether, and chasing them only served to wind your anxiety up like a rubber band about to snap.

And snap it did.

You hadn't even realized you were screaming until the Doctor was pulling you out of the water and gently shushing you. You only sort of quieted, your screams simmering down to sobs as you clung to him. He held you firmly, protectively, whispering such gentle words of comfort and encouragement in your ear even as your cries filled his.

"Oh, it's all right now," he soothed, petting your wet hair. "I won't let it hurt you, eh? I promised I'd keep you safe, didn't I?" He sighed when the only response he got was a sob, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Carefully, and much to your confusion, the Doctor managed to move to a stand with you cradled in his arms. You didn't protest as he carried you to your room (again), nor as he set you down and swaddled you up under the covers.

As you started to come down, you realized you were still naked -- that the Doctor had pulled you out of the shower and held you and carried you all while you were naked, but honestly dealing with that would have to wait until you weren't exhausted.

Once he was, seemingly, satisfied with the cocoon he'd surrounded you in, he leaned forward and pecked your forehead, then moved to leave.

"Doctor, please don't," you begged quietly, still sniffly.

He paused for only a moment before he turned back to face you, before he came to sit on the edge of your bed, before he scooted in next to you and laid beside you.

He didn't even need to speak for you to feel comforted. Even just turning to face him and nuzzling up to his shoulder had you feeling immensely better.

He rested his cheek against the top of your head and silently stared up at the ceiling as you yawned and sank into him. It took a long while for sleep to come for you, but when it finally did, it came hard and fast.

You were haunted by nightmares of moving statues.

[itsawhumpsideblog]

Be It Ever So Humble, Book 1

Content notes: a letter about Declan and some home leave, character injury, a wedding This chapter's song is kind of wistful and sweet. Listen here: https://youtu.be/5Be-77se8mY

"Mid Pleasures and palaces though I may roam,

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;

A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,

Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere"

~Home, Sweet Home

About the time we reached our own regiment, the 69th left Maryland and crossed the Potomac River in the direction of Harper's Ferry, Virginia. We had been there almost two weeks when Patrick received a letter from home. Sergeant O'Malley came by, handing out the mail himself. Much of it went back into the mail bag, having been addressed to men who were no longer there to receive it.

"Murphy, for you," he said simply handing the letter over.

It was in Colleen's hand, as always- our sisters wrote more skillfully than our parents, and even letters from our Mothers were often written in our sisters' handwriting.

Patrick scanned the letter as we watched him, and partway through his mouth fell open.

"Oh my God," he gasped. "Oh my God."

"What?" I asked, suddenly nervous. It had to be bad to affect Patrick so badly. He had gone completely pale, and his hands were shaking. He gave me the letter and held his head in both hands, mussing his red hair and looking shocked.

Dear Patrick,

We hope you are well and that you and your friends came through this last battle safely. I regret I have bad news to convey. We heard from Declan this morning and I wrote to you immediately. He was wounded and the surgeons have had to amputate his arm- his left one. He is in the hospital in Washington right now and as soon as he can be moved Mother and Da are going to bring him home. He says he is sorry for all the trouble he has caused us, but it now seems like nothing compared to this. If you can get leave, please come home even just for a little while. Mother is frantic with worry about you and so is Da, even if he shows it less. Truth be told, I am worrying about you, too. I just want both my brothers at home again. Please come.

Love,

Colleen

I was shocked, too, reading that letter. "Poor Declan," I murmured.

"My brother," Patrick said, still completely in shock. "I can't believe- my brother. Declan. I can't believe it."

"Somebody hand him a cup of coffee," Rory suggested softly. "It'll be good for him." I got up and with shaking hands poured the coffee we had made into my tin cup and handed it to Patrick. I was nervous, but he was shaking so badly that when he took the cup the coffee sloshed over the side. He took a long drink and then, setting my cup back on the ground next to the fire, stood suddenly and ran to a nearby stand of trees to be sick.

I got up and followed him, but more slowly so as to give him a moment to himself. When I got to where he was, Patrick was sitting under a tree looking pale.

"I can't believe it," he repeated to me. Suddenly a tear swelled in his eye and he began to cry, weeping bitterly into his hands.

"I'm sorry," he managed in between sobs. "All this time, he doesn't hardly write and never says where he is and now he's only coming home again because he's…"

I put my arm around Patrick's shoulders and let him cry. He was sniffling and I pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

"Use that," I said. "It's just got some dirt on it. And coffee, maybe." He took it and blew his nose, then used the cleanest corner to wipe his eyes as he struggled to get his emotions under control.

"Don't tell the lads?" he asked and I shook my head.

"Never."

"Thanks," he said with a watery smile. "Let's go back. I'm not going to want supper, but sleep wouldn't be too bad."

I walked back to our tents with him and waited there, listening as he tossed and turned until he finally fell still and his breathing evened out- he was asleep. Only then did I get up and go back to the campfire where Jack and Rory were anxiously waiting for me.

"What exactly was that?" Jack asked. I sighed.

"Remember Patrick talking about his brother?" I asked. "The one who ran away and enlisted? Patrick got a letter from his sister- their brother was wounded and lost his arm." Jack and Rory winced.

"That's bad luck, sure," Jack said sympathetically. Rory nodded solemnly and we fell silent. After what had happened to Ted, this was doubly difficult for Patrick.

The next morning, Patrick woke up determined to do something. No sooner did we have the chance then he was pulling me along to find an officer and get leave to go home.

"Of course you're coming with me," he said as though it were a given. I just shrugged. I couldn't imagine refusing Patrick anything that day and I certainly wasn't going to turn down a chance to see my home and family again.

"Good morning, Sir," Patrick said with a salute when we'd gotten all the proper permissions to see our lieutenant and had tracked him down. I echoed both the sentiment and the gesture.

"Good morning, lads," said our Lieutenant, shuffling through some papers and looking distracted. "You're hoping for leave, then?"

"Yessir," Patrick replied.

"Why?"

"Sir?"

"Why are you applying for leave?"

"Sir, my brother was wounded and they're sending him home," Patrick explained. "My Mother wrote begging me to try to get leave and Micheál- er, Private O'Suilleabhain, could travel with me. I'm not sure…" here he sounded serious, suddenly, less like a boy trying to get out of some mischief, "…I'm not sure I can go alone."

At the change in his voice, the Lieutenant looked up and studied Patrick's face.

"My sister's getting married, too," I added quickly, in case that would help.

"Very well," he said at last. "Let me write up your papers. Names, please?"

"Patrick Murphy."

"Micheál O'Suilleabhain," I said, resisting the urge to give him my name in English. Patrick always took that personally and today was not the day to needle him.

"Company G," Patrick added needlessly and we waited while the papers were filled out. We had leave from the following day for three weeks- plenty of time to get home, see our families and return to the army.

I didn't realize until I had the paper how much I was looking forward to being home. Maura could get married, I realized, and it would be good to see Mother and Bridget again as well.

We hurried back to deliver the good news to Jack and Rory, and to make sure our things were in order. We said goodbye before going to sleep- Patrick and I would be leaving for the train first thing in the morning.

I didn't sleep that much, really. I was waiting for dawn to break, and eventually I went out and dozed by our campfire instead of rolling back and forth in the tent next to Patrick who, of course, slept soundly until right before it was time to leave.

We left camp at 5:00 that morning and hiked to the train station. The morning air was cool and I was happy to have the replacement gloves that Mother had sent. We left before the sun came up and it was disconcerting, to say the least, to be walking through the woods before light.

The dawn, though, more than made up for it and we had just crested a small hill when the sun slipped up over the horizon.

"Will you have a look at that?" Patrick murmured, pointing to the purple sky, rapidly turning orange as we watched. We paused on the hillside until the colors began to disappear in the real light of the day, and then we kept on, not wanting to be late.

I was overjoyed to arrive in New York. We hurried home along the familiar streets and past all the familiar places. Even in the evening, the streets were crowded with people all hurrying somewhere and I found it a little overwhelming. Army camps were crowded places, of course, but they were no match for New York City, where you couldn't see the sky or catch a breath of fresh air. On the upside, as bad as it smelled, it didn't smell of perpetually of wood smoke.

I followed Patrick to our building almost at a run, and then we went quickly up to my apartment. I knew I couldn't get away without stopping at home first, and I was surprised to find that Patrick, looking more nervous than I had expected from him, had followed me.

I knocked lightly and let myself in. It wasn't terribly late at night, and so Mother and the girls were still awake. Like the first time we had returned home, after the first battle at Bull Run, I was nearly knocked over and just about smothered with kisses. I just grinned and laughed and hugged my family right back.

When they had finished with me, they made an equal fuss over Patrick and at last my mother thought to ask whether he had been to see his own family yet.

"Not yet," he replied. "I-" and he broke off and shrugged.

Mother hugged him again. "Your father and Declan got home yesterday," she told him. "Declan's doing about as well as can be expected. He's in bed and Colleen's fussing over him. He says his arm's hurting, but the doctors said he'll be all right soon. You boys should go up and see him. I'm sure he'd be glad to have you there. Your mother will be happy to have you home, too," she added a bit pointedly. Patrick looked a little heartened after hearing that, and we went upstairs. Bridget went, too, to keep Colleen company. Mother said she'd been doing that a lot since the news came about Declan. Colleen was apparently taking it hard.

We climbed the stairs to the Murphys', where the reception was similar to the one we'd enjoyed at my home. Mr. Murphy wrung his son's hand and Mrs. Murphy burst into tears and held Patrick like she would never let him go. After a minute, though, he worked himself free and went over to the bed where his brother was lying, with Colleen sitting in a chair next to the bed, unwilling to leave her twin.

"Good to have you back," Patrick said gently and clasped Declan's hand for a moment.

"Good to see you, Pat. Sit down," Declan murmured, gesturing to the bed, and Patrick sat down gently. I stood next to Patrick and Bridget went over to give Colleen a hug before sitting down on the floor next to me. I finally sat down on the ground and looked up at the little group.

"We came as soon as I got Colleen's letter," Patrick told his brother. "How long have you been back?"

"Da and I got here yesterday," Declan said in a weak voice. He looked absolutely drained; pale and exhausted. His arm was gone from above the elbow and the sleeve of his nightshirt had been pinned to his chest. His red hair seemed to be the only colorful thing about him: even his rosy cheeks had gone white.

I shook my head. First Ted, then Declan. I could only pray that it wouldn't get any worse, that Patrick and Jack and Rory would all make it home someday.

"Do you mind me asking what happened?" Patrick asked as gently as he could, and tears started in Declan's eyes.

"It wasn't even in battle," he said in a shamed voice. "There was an accident in camp- an explosion-" He started to cry and Colleen leaned over him, stroking his hair and talking softly, trying to comfort him. Patrick looked stricken and I looked away, sad for him and for Declan. After a moment Declan pulled himself together and continued,

"I got knocked out when the explosion happened. It almost took my arm off, and I have shrapnel wounds to my chest and my legs. And look at my head." He pulled his hair off his forehead to reveal a long cut that looked to be healing, but which was still visible and painful looking. Patrick and I winced.

"God, Pat," Declan said to his brother, staring pensively off into the distance. "All the things I saw in battle- all those men dying and I didn't expect to live through it- and this is what happens in the end."

Bridget scooted closer to me and looped her arm through mine, laid her head on my shoulder, and sighed.

We didn't stay long, what with Declan needing to rest and the family wanting time alone together now that Patrick was home, and as we headed down the stairs Bridget stopped me.

"Micheál, are you careful out there?" she asked.

"Always," I answered truthfully.

"Declan said it was just an accident," she told me. "I… I thought all we had to worry about were the battles."

My heart felt suddenly heavy. I knew that Bridget was no longer a child, but to me she would always be my little sister, and I wanted to protect her from all the horrible things that happened in the war. I wanted her to survive it untouched.

Obviously, it was too late for that.

"I'm always careful," I promised, taking her by the shoulders and looking her straight in the eye. "I never take any more risks than I have to. Declan didn't either… and I guess sometimes these things just happen. If he'd gotten hit by a carriage on Broadway, would you stop walking down there?"

"That's different," she argued. "A million people walk down Broadway every day and the carriage drivers aren't trying to kill you. You're in the army, Micheál. The rebels are trying to kill you. I know it's not safe."

"I'm more likely to get sick and die," I said frankly. "That's one thing I can do something about- I can try to stay warm and dry when I'm not on picket and I can have a good swallow of whiskey when I have to be out in the wet. And look at me- not sick yet." I chose to omit our collective illness of the previous winter.

"If you say so," was all Bridget said, and her voice was quivering. She hugged me and buried her face in my shoulder for a second before starting down on down the stairs again, her back straight and her chin up.

I wondered when it was that my little sister had become such a woman.

One of the best things that came out of Patrick's and my homecoming was Maura's wedding. As mother had written, she was engaged to a Sergeant named Thomas Mahoney and I found that he spent a good deal of time at our house already.

I was a little wary of him at first, feeling that I had to be the man of the family and wanting to be sure that he was good enough for my sister. It didn't take much to see, though, that Maura adored him and that he thought the world of her.

He had lost a leg in battle fairly early in the war, and so was working as a recruiter in New York. He and Maura had met, Bridget told me, at Mass one Sunday when they had ended up sitting next to each other and had been forced to share a hymn book. Mother had glared at Maura for the rest of Mass, Bridget had added, laughing, because she and Tom had been whispering wicked things about the priest, who was old and a little strange. After that, Tom had gone to Mother to apologize for talking during Mass and to ask whether he might be permitted to call on Maura at home. I approved heartily of this course, and liked him all the better for it.

By the day the wedding was to take place, about two weeks after I came home, I was thoroughly in favor of Tom's joining the family and was looking forward to Maura's marriage- I could see plainly how happy it would make her.

The ceremony was to be a small affair. The Murphys were invited, of course, as were the friends Tom and Maura had in the city and Tom's family, who were a large group of boisterous red-headed people. The guests were mostly women, the men being enlisted and in the field.

The wedding took place on a Sunday evening and our house was terribly busy in the preceding days. There was food to be prepared, Maura's dress to be fitted properly, plans to be confirmed with the Priest, and a million little chores. I found myself running back and forth to the grocers, to see the woman who was sewing Maura's dress as a wedding gift, and, on that Sunday, making endless trips to the church.

I couldn't tell who was more nervous- Maura and Tom, or Mother. Our house was a tense place for a few days, and I mostly tried to be as helpful as possible and to stay out of the way. This meant a lot of time spent at the Murphys' where Declan was recovering.

He liked the company, especially of Patrick and I who did not fuss over him. His mother and Colleen both did and although he understood and could hardly fault them, it embarrassed him. He wanted to be doing things for himself again. Besides that, he said, it was different to be around soldiers, who understood the things that gave him nightmares.

Just as I had noticed how much older Bridget seemed, Patrick noticed the same things about his siblings.

"Declan's a man now," Patrick remarked one day when he accompanied me on the long trek to fetch Maura's dress. "I can't say how I know it- but he's different. It's the look in his eyes, or the way he talks, maybe. I just don't know. Colleen's older too. She looks after Declan like she was somebody's mother and she always knows what to do- just like Mother does. God, Micheál, but we've been gone a long time."

"I know," I said. "And now we'll be letting Maura go, too." I was a little sad, in spite of the fact that she and Tom would only be living in the building across the street, and that it would really be I who was leaving, to go back to the army. Patrick knew all these things, but he just nodded and clapped my shoulder and before we could drag the conversation on any longer we had arrived home to Mother calling my name with another chore that needed to be done.

When the ceremony finally occurred, I could have cried. It was simple and beautiful. There was nothing extraordinary in the church itself, nor in the slightly ragged appearance of the attendees, but Maura and Tom so clearly loved each other and were so happy to be getting married that it was like a fairy story anyway. When they had at last kissed and left the church, there was a short reception and then they went home to their own building for the first time.

Our home felt strangely empty that night, although I knew still that this was silly, as I was not used to being here again, not yet, and would be leaving in only a week. I was torn about that, too; on the one hand, I loved my family and was sorry that they were worrying for me. On the other, I worried ceaselessly myself, about Rory and Jack, as though I could have had any effect on what happened to them if I had been there.

Instead of trying to make up my mind about how to feel, I tried to take the fact of the thing philosophically and at the end of the three weeks, feeling fairly numb, I said goodbye to Mother and Bridget, then to Maura and Tom, who I already considered a member of the family. Tom, having been in the army himself, would be a comfort to my Mother and sisters as they sent me off to war for the third time which I hoped would be the last. Next time I came home, I hoped it would be for good.

Patrick's mother shed the predicted tears and Declan became virtually silent in the couple of days before we left. He wished, he finally admitted, that he was going with us. We nodded, knowing how he felt even though Patrick was relieved that Declan would be staying home and that his worry for his brother was ended as it had been, and not with the news of Declan's death. We were living in funny times, I thought to myself, that Patrick should be relieved to hear that his brother had "only" been wounded.

We arrived back in camp on November 1st, and while I wasn't what you would call thrilled to have returned to the war, "content" might have been the word- and Jack and Rory were certainly happy to have us back. When we arrived back in camp, Jack ran over and pounded us both on the back.

"You haven't missed a thing," he promised. "We've got a new regiment now- they're Pennsylvania boys- and we've just been drilling and resting, thank God. We needed it after Antietam."

"That's about the shape of it," I agreed.

"How was home?" Jack asked. "How's your brother, Patrick? Micheál, did your sister get married?"

"Slow down, lad," Patrick laughed. "New York is just the same as always, my brother's better and Tom and Maura are happily married. Now, where's Rory gone off to?"

"Right here," came a familiar voice, and we turned to see Rory coming down the company street, his arms full of wood for the fire. "Glad you're back," he commented, smiling.

"Good to see you," I called, and Patrick took some of the wood from Rory's load and began building up the fire. We ate well that night; our haversacks had been stuffed by our mothers before we left home. We'd tried not to eat much of it on the train ride, so we had small pies to share, and plenty of bread and potatoes. These we buried in the coals of the fire and happily burned our hands over the results when they had cooked.

I was glad for the warmth the next day when we were ordered to gather our belongings and fall in to leave Harper's Ferry. We next set up winter quarters on the banks of the Rappahannock River and settled in until early December.

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[kai-1412]

Love Return (Afterstory of Precious Gift)

Word Count:2339

Date Published: June 21, 2021

Kaito have thought that he will be able to obtained the jewel before the year ends the moment he inherited the 'family business' and finally avenged his father who was the first magician under the moonlight, Kaitou Kid. But, who would've thought that two years has went by and he's still on the search for the jewel named 'Pandora'? Moreover, his supposed to be relationship with Aoko ended long ago when the guilt he tried so hard to hide in his heart slowly swallowed him whole. 

The moment Aoko confessed her feelings for him, Kaito was overyjoyed, happy that finally, the girl he has been secretly loving has love him back however... the feeling of guilt prevented him from accepting her feelings and the possible danger he might put her in, which is why he lied. A lied that made her shed tears and run away, leaving him in tears as well without the girl he had love knowing. But you know what he didn't regret? Kaito didn't regret opening his heart once more, to someone who unexpectedly made their way into his broken heart and healing it. 

"Edogawa Conan, Tantei sa. (a detective.)"

A love that secretly planted itself in his heart the moment he met a hinder in his heist, a hinder that soon brought thrill, joy, and a helping hand the longer he encounters the tiny detective... who wasn't just any mere child after discovering the surprising truth.

Kaito was both amused and curious upon discovering the supposed to be 7 years old kid was actually a 17 years old high school detective. Kudo Shinichi, a high school detective of the East attending Teitan High. Without knowing, he started to became attached to the detective, sharing bittersweet memories, life threatening ones, and soon, he finally understood the unknown feeling he has towards the tiny detective. 

Standing atop a skyscraper with the stolen jewel in hand, Kid looked down and sees the detective in his skateboard, hurrying to go back home with the gift in hand. Kid smiled upon seeing this as he looked up at the bright full moon. To think he, a phantom thief, will do such a dangerous thing and risked his life in order to obtained a drug that will helped a detective. Has the world gone mad? No, only his love towards his Metantei has caused him to do such a thing. Shinichi was the reason after all, the reason why he still has the willpower to continue his mission in search for a jewel that doesn't seem to exist and... 

"The reason why this magician learned to love once again, without the fear of losing someone."

***

A few weeks flew by and finally, Kaito's birthday came. Usually, he would enjoy the attention he's getting from everyone where he receives all sort of birthday presents and greetings however this year, he doesn't feel like celebrating it. The feeling of emptiness seems to continue existing in his chest, which he doesn't know when and why it existed. Maybe when his precious Metantei stopped appearing when he holds a heist? He doesn't know but what he knows is that, he wishes to see his detective once more, because during tonight's heist-

"It'll be the last."

"I see you finally found the jewel that you seek."

Hearing this, Kaito turned around to see Akako sitting down on one of the table with her arm crossed and leg resting atop the other with a smile on her face. It's a good thing that class is over and it's only the two of them still present in the room. No matter how many times he tries to convince her, she stills undoubtedly thinks he's Kaitou Kid, which she's right but still won't dare reveal himself. Kaito will only reveal himself to one person, and that person is currently nowhere to be seen causing the magician to frowned and turned away. 

Ignoring her words, he grabbed his bag and another one filled with presents he got from the class and was about to leave when Akako spoke once more, causing him to stopped on his tracks when he hears a familiar word.

"Then I presume you wouldn't want to know what The Demon of Light is up to?"

"Metantei?"

"... I'm just a normal University student, Akako. Whatever the Great Detective of the East does isn't my business."

Lies. Kaito has been itching to know how Shinichi has been for the passed few weeks of not seeing him. Did he finally made an antidote? Did he succeeded in returning back to his body? Will he... will he see him again? A lot of questions has been running in his mind that he sometimes has a hard time falling asleep at night. Who wouldn't when the person that you love dearly keeps on invading your mind? While distracted, Akako placed a hand on his shoulder which the magician only noticed when she spoke one last time before leaving him be with his thoughts and the surprising words she left.

"The Demon of Light that you hold dearly will appear tonight. This information is the only present I will be giving you, Kuroba-kun."

***

The moment Akako said those words, the hole in his chest disappeared in an instant by the thought of seeing his Metantei once again. He should be focusing on the heist that will start in about a minute but his mind keeps on wandering to the detective. How will the heist go now that the Great Detective is back to his body? Will it be the same as before or will the appearance of the famous detective who hadn't shown himself in the face of the media prevent him from getting the jewel? Either way, the thrill and adrenaline he's currently feeling still remains. 

With a wide grinned on his face, the countdown begins. 

"San. Ni. Ichi!!!"

Once the clock hits 9 o'clock, the Museum was suddenly covered with smoke with the Task Force already expecting it where they came prepared as they wore a smoke mask, not knowing the filter has been removed giving the smoke an entryway knocking every Task Force unconscious. As much as Kid wants to enjoy his final heist, it's finally the jewel he's been looking for so there's no time to have fun. As well as the reason that both the Organization has already heard of the jewel being possibly Pandora and his dear Metantei presence in the building. 

After making sure everyone is asleep, he turned around to go and grabbed the jewel but was stopped by hearing a gunshot being fired to his direction. Knowing that Nakamori-keibu and his Task Force wouldn't dare fire a gun at him, he knew who the person responsible for this as he raised both hands up above his head. Thankfully, the bullet missed him but still left a hole on his white cape. 

"To think you'll make things easier by knocking the annoying police for us. Now, step away from the jewel, Kaitou Kid."

Kid didn't move an inch after hearing Snake's instruction. Does he really think he'll surrender the jewel that quickly by firing a gun at him? He's willing to leave this place half dead if he has to so no threat will make him-

"Or do you prefer to see your favorite detective drop dead to the ground?"

Kid's mind went blank the moment he heard a muffled whimper from behind him, causing the phantom thief to quickly turned around and quickly let out a groaned when a bullet grazes his shoulder. Right in front of his eyes is a kid that's around Conan's age, head covered with burlap sack preventing him from getting a better look of the kid. So his Metantei failed to make an antidote? Is the reason why he stopped appearing whenever he holds a heist was because he was held hostage by the Organization?

This thought infuriated the Phantom Thief causing the men in black to laughed seeing how they finally have something that is a weakness against the magician. No mask can ever covered the anger Kid is feeling and before he could make any rash decisions, he heard his voice. 

"What do you think are you doing acting all defenseless like that? Kid."

The wrath Kid was feeling disappeared into thin air and was replaced with the familiar feeling of excitement he always seem to feel whenever he's together with him. Turning around while holding his injured shoulder, his eyes met the ocean blue eyes he always adores and returning the sly smile on the detective face with a grinned. He successfully got his body back huh? 

Snake and the rest was taken aback with the sudden appearance of the detective of the East but wasn't that fazed as they all pointed their guns at the two, having the feeling that they are the ones in control of the situation without knowing the Museum being surrounded by the police. The moment he heard a go signal in the earpiece Shinichi is wearing, he pulled Kid behind him upon hearing a loud bang behind the men in black, succeeding with distracting them as he kicked the smoke mask on the floor aiming it towards Snake's face. After Snake let out a loud groaned and letting go of the gun, the police quickly stormed in and surrounded the rest of Snake's men with the kid safely recovered and in Takagi's hands. 

Shinichi let out a sighed of relief as he turned his gazed to Kid who's still stunned with everything that is happening before his eyes with mouth slightly parted. The detective only smiled at him while suggesting that they should talk elsewhere. Before Kid could protest and tried reaching for the jewel, his Metantei quickly pulled him away from the crowd and lead him up to the rooftop of the building. 

Kid couldn't do anything and followed the detective as they climb up the flight of stairs. While staring at Shinichi's back, Kid couldn't control his emotions as he pulled the detective in his arms from behind, not giving him the chance to swung the open door to the rooftop as they stopped on their track. He could just steal the jewel again some other time but right now, he doesn't have any plan on letting go his Metantei who might disappear if he takes his eyes off him for a second. 

When has it come to this? To think that he couldn't bear to no longer see Shinichi after constantly waiting for only a few weeks. Just the thought of waiting for him once more makes his heart ache. When did he became this vulnerable when it comes to the detective? Has he always love him this much? He doesn't know and he doesn't care anymore as long as he's with the detective that he holds dearly.

Shinichi wasn't any different from the magician embracing him from behind. The loud thumping on his chest when he thought he was already too late upon hearing a gunshot, the fast beating of his heart when finally seeing Kid for the first time in awhile, and... the feeling of passion and affection the phantom thief is currently showing him. He didn't made the wrong decision after all. Loving this idiot yet gentle magician was all worth it, and... 

He's finally giving him his gift.

Shinichi placed a hand on Kid's arm asking him to be let go for a second which the the phantom thief reluctantly did, stepping a few steps away from him, he started talking.

"Remember what you said during that night? That, you might consider offering yourself instead as a present? Well, what will the famous Phantom Thief do if I steal that idea of yours, offering this Great Detective to you as a gift for this special occasion?"

With a wide grinned on Shinichi's face yet still not being able to hide the flustered expression he has, he slowly took out something from his pocket and placed it on the magician's hand. Kid couldn't helped but let his mask dissolved as it finally shows the expression and emotion that tells how overjoyed and delighted he is with hearing the detective's words. Uncovering his hand, a simple small red box revealed itself on his palm, snickering with how the detective is copying the way he handed him his gift except for the kneeling part. 

"Happy Birthday, Kid."

"I don't think that whatever is inside this box can be compared to how much I want you to be mine."

"Oh believe me, you will be elated to see what's inside the box."

With a look of doubt on his face, he still opened the box and was greatly surprised to see the exact same jewel he saw earlier placed neatly inside, with a note attached to the lid part causing Kid's heart to flutter and tear up from this surprised present.

Pandora.

(I, too, no longer what to see my dear magician suffering. )

As the tears finally stream down his face, the door swung open as the strong night breeze comes in and the bright moonlight shining behind his Metantei who's smiling brightly at him. Kid couldn't helped but smiled back despite the tears in his eyes as he finally removed the monocle and the top hat off, indicating that Kaitou Kid's time has finally ended. 

"You kept your words huh? Metantei."

"Didn't I told you? I will capture you before this year ends. Now, accept your fate Kuroba Kaito-kun."

He even already knows who he was? He is truly the great detective and will always be his Metantei. Kaito wiped his tears off and finally embraced Shinichi once more as he drops his monocle and top hat to the ground, saying one last thing that made Shinichi broke into a smile before returning back the kiss of passion the magician has given him. 

"Well then, please take care of me from now on, Shinichi."

"I'm your problem now and you're mine."

[hnychn]

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄

pairing: mina x fem! reader

summary: no one every thought you were capable of exploding, but they also didn't know they were only lighting your fuse. and it was slowly getting shorter.

note🐝: warning: homophobia!! i love this girl too much not to write a headcanon about her. also! i know i said i would be working on a hawks fic, but it's a lot harder than i thought it would be lol. so instead, i'll be working on smaller headcanon fics while i work on it! i have a little angsty one coming up next with class a's big three :) as always, lmk what you thought! 🤍 -honey

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

so to begin with, your relationship with mina is very much ✨yes✨

like bro, she's so hype and energetic and ready to do just about anything

and you're so calm and down to earth and ready to do just about anything

you just go along with her ideas, no matter how crazy they can be

because you're 🥰whipped🥰

but i mean who wouldn't?

anyways, so as much as I'd like to believe this world is 100% a utopia, it isn't

so when you and mina came out with your relationship,

obviously all of your friends supported you guys,

but there were some people who would give the two of you disgusted looks in the halls

and they would talk shit behind your back,

but never to your face, assholes 😤

but y'all two are some ✨bad bitches✨

so you don't fucking care 🤪🤪

like talk yo shit bitch

but we all know you're just scared 🥰🥰

but recently you notice mina has been a bit reserved with her love for you in public

like, normally she's all over you and kissing your cheeks and shit 24/7 🥰🥰

ugh i love her

and she's a confident girl and you know she doesn't pay much attention to all the nasty words people throw your way

so you don't really worth much

but she has been reserved like i said

and you start to worry 😔✋��

in your dorms during cuddle time, you ask her

"is everything okay, amor?"

please i'm spanish let me have this 😩

and she just nods, "of course, babe."

so you leave it at that

because the two of you are so communicative in your relationship

you think she'll tell you when she's ready

but she doesn't

so you get even more worried.

and you go ask jirou about it

and she looks at you a bit weird because

"bitch you don't know?"

you shake your head.

jirou sighs, "some people have been cornering her after school and calling her some. . .not so pretty names for being lesbian.."

and you just-

I SEE REDDD,

REDD

you have never been one for confrontation,

and actively avoided it

but being friends with bakusquad only riased your chances of being in arguments or fights

you were the passive one of the group

the one hat kept bakugo in line

but everyone had their limits

and yours was just pushed 🥰🥰

completely disregarding the fact that first class was about to start,

you for their names and class number from jirou

and off you were 😌

the rest of bakusquad, who weren't too far off and heard jirou spill the beans to you, were hot on your trail

kiri was trying to rationalise with you, they all were,

🦈 "c'mon, y/n, classis gonna start soon, this isn't worth it."

💥 "be smart about this, dumbass! you'll get suspended!"

⚡️ "maybe you should calm down a bit y/n!"

mina and sero weren't there

the two went off to get some drinks before class started

and were chilling in class thinking y'all just went off to the bathroom or whatever

now, when you get to their class you just-

bURST IN

your hands curled into fists by your side and a calm look on your face

but your eyes were bringing with pure rage

their teacher wasn't there yet either

and you-

"where the fuck is nishida and akame?"

your voice was chilly calm and it sent shivers down everyone's spine

kirishima had a grip on the back of your shirt to make sure you shouldn't do anything stupid

bakugo and kaminari were just standing at the door

a boy and a girl then stood up, a condescending look on their faces

"what's it to you, bitch?"

i'm sorry i just can't write a homophobic slur it physically hurts me 😭✋🏼

"is this about us cornering that pink bitch?"

"you concerned about your lover, freak?"

"the pair of you are nothing but disgusting."

you didn't really take any of their comments to heart

but obviously mina did if she started to be more reserved

and your heart begins to race from all the r a g e burning in your body

because you start to imahinehow mina must have felt

have to face such harsh words alone

and bottling it all up

and how harsh they must have been to have her, a girl so confident and optimistic, become reserved

and in the blink of an eye, you

fUCKING LUNGE AT THEM

and begin to bEAT THE SHIT OUTTA THEM

kiri, baku, and kami are low-key cheering you on

but also ready to jump in if you start losing

which you don't 🥰

because you're a bad bitch 🥰

and you know how to fight 🥰

but you also don't realise that some people begin to record

oops-

i won't go into detail about the fight, you can imagine it however you want

plus i'm terrible at writing fight scenes 😭✋🏼

but eventually the teacher shows up

and goes to get aizawa because she recognises the four of you as 1-a students

so he comes, ahaha 😅

and he sees you going at these two students

(highkey proud you're winning).

now, aizawa isn't stupid

he's heard the whispers

and he hates that two of his students are being bashed for just loving

dadzawa

but he's a teacher first and foremost,

so he binds you up and pulls you away from the students

some students groan from the entertainment being over

aizawa glares at them

he gives you a little glare when you struggle a bit in his binds

"kirishima, bakugo, kaminari," aizawa's voice booms through the silence that settled over the class, "detention for not stopping this when i know you three could have very well prevented it."

but i know why you didn't - words unspoken on aizawa's tongue.

"you're coming with me, l/n"

so he unbinds you and the two of you walk to his office

it's silent when you get there and he gestures for you to take a seat

"do you know why what you did was wrong?"

you nod.

"you you regret it?"

your answer came almost instantly, "no. and i would do it again in a heartbeat."

aizawa nodded, "good."

and you-

HUH???? 😀

"i understand why you did it and i don't blame you for wanting to confront the people who hurt mina, but you also understand why i have to suspend you, right?"

you nod.

he nods.

it's a mutual understanding he wouldn't suspend you if he had the choice,

but he has to

so you're suspended .

and the videos the other students took blow up

and it gets back to mina

so she watches it obviously

and 😳😳😳

she was bLUSHINGGG

like bro-

tHATS YOU??

her calm bundle of joy??

absolutely hammering those two students??

she has a hard time believing it

but lo and behold, there's the charm bracelet the two of you add to every anniversary on your wrist

the one you're punching the boy with 💀💀

and -

she has never in her life been more turned on like-

hOLY FUCK THATS HOT 😫😫

"CAN YOU BEAT ME LIKE THAT PLEASE??"

like queen, what? 😀

she bursts into your dorm after school

and throws herself onto you

and

"baby the was both the scariest and hottest thing i've ever seen.."

while peppering kisses to your neck

and her hand slithers its way up your shirt

c h i l l s

"yeah?" you smirk

she hums and sucks hickies onto your neck-

😌😌😌 yeah. . .

shit gets a little steamy after that 😌😌

after,

the two of you are just chilling in the after glow,

the sweat sticking you two together a bit, but neither of you minded

mina traces over the hickies she left on your chest and neck, "you should get angry more often."

"if it'll lead to more of this, then you know damn straight i will."

after that no one cares to even look in either of your directions 😌

[hoaxsen]

| angst has been coming to me easy now and idk how to feel about that.

| tw; character death, in depth talk of death, mentions of blood and other gruesome parts, season three spoilers.

| word count; 1.8k.

It was all over, spreading like a plague inside the walls upon their arrival. The victory of Wall Maria, along with the near extinction of the Scouts. How many supplies were lost during it? How much destruction was there while it all went down? Does anyone have a true number on how many bodies were being carried back on those flatbed carts after that expedition? 

They were mostly parts of bloodied and mangled things, some weren't even able to be called a body. More like a massive piles of mixed dirt, debris and whatever part of the human body there could be. One hundred and ninety nine people, turned into one enormous jigsaw puzzle that anyone has ever seen. How many carts were used for that, and which cart did this specific body rest upon? 

This body held the features of bright blue eyes, that the captain of the Scouts could sometimes find himself staring into for hours on end. Unknowingly at that. Blonde hair just swept back and kept so neat with its undercut. Sometimes Levi wonders if it was soft to the touch, it doesn't look to be hard, or dirty. Just right, minus those brows. If anything there were times where Levi wanted to trim the blonde bricks of hair off Erwin's face himself. 

Now, days like that will never come. For the sole purpose, of Erwin Smith being deceased. Giving his life up to his stupid cause and dream, this isn't what Levi meant by plundering your dream and lead those crying brats to hell. Was it selfish of him to think that Erwin might come back alive for him? It was, wasn't it? The man having to live through this shit as the leader, making gambles that no one knew how the hell they paid off. Let's not forget about the cadets and soldiers lost along the way in his gambles. A devil among men, though it was Levi wanting to be the one to raise hell right now. Bring a darker hell to the one on this very Earth for the fact that he chose to revive Armin instead of Humanity's Hope. 

Cold, and hardened steel grey hues watched as his body was pulled away, riding alongside on his own horse with this cart. Levi felt only himself at fault, what if he did revive Erwin? Despite the small specks of rocks, falling out and shredded intestines, and lack of life in the blonde's eyes, how would he look taking on the power of the colossal titan? Would he have looked the same as the treacherous Bertholdt, or better? If anything, he'd be alive right now. . .fighting a war once more in this hell. Yes, it was selfish, but Levi Ackerman had his reasons to be selfish in a time like this. Bringing back Erwin instead of Armin wasn't just going to be for humanity, it was also going to be for his own desires. To stop toying with the feelings the ravenette has for the blonde, to stop the daily lies about his ' small crush ' being just a phase. 

The captain never even got to make good on his promise before the commander passed. Wanting so hard and bad to end the Beast Titan, to make him feel the pain Erwin did before his final moments. Hopefully that chance comes back for him some other time. How badly Levi needs it, it'd only be fitting since Erwin gave up his dream for the wall retake to even have happened and succeed. 

For all Levi could do now, was regret and hope that Erwin's funeral would bring him into a small state of piece. Since the ex-commander was already in a permanent state of his own, never to be disturbed. The Ackerman slowly starts to wonder to himself, which kind of suit would really bring out a dead man's eyes? For blue, it had to be a subtle white, right? An ashen grey? Whatever color it was going to be, Levi knew he'd detest it. Knowing it'll be the final suit he sees Erwin in. 

Fast forward a bit to the lowering of the old Scouts' commander into the ground, Levi stayed behind a little ways after the ceremony. Standing before Erwin's grave, a short sigh leaving him as he placed a hand on Erwin's tombstone. 

Erwin Smith 

xxxx - xxxx 

Humanity's Beacon of Hope.

The words Levi read over, and over, and over again. Humanity's Hope, snuffed out a little ways too soon. Levi just had to wake up and face the music, it was bound to happen one day or another. He just wishes that day came a little later than this. Brushing his hand over the words, better now to say this before he keeps it inside for too long. He already regrets not saying this to him when he was alive. 

" How many of these have we attended for our fallen? Now look at you, dumbass. Right there with them, tell Petra I said hi when you see her. " 

His last chance to say this all know, because whatever God out there knows that Levi wouldn't visit Erwin's grave again after this. For the small grudge he'd hold against himself for using the syringe on Armin. 

" I followed you into the fire, made it out with a few scrapes. Though you were burned, still had the guts to carry on more bravely than me. . .even make a choice with that odd line. ' What if there is humanity outside the walls. ' Or some shit like that, and then I realized, and knew. . .that was how you were plundering your dreams and leading those crying brats to hell. " 

Unbeknownst to the captain, he wasn't alone. Just standing from afar, was another grieving heart. Armin Artlet, another soul wanting to say an unspoken peace to their old commander. But ended up seeing Levi there before him. 

" It's not fair you know, Erwin. Or that just might be me being selfish right now, yeah sounds like it. A biased opinion, since I fucking loved you and didn't have the guts to say it. Wanna know why? Cause I'm a coward. Since people I love keep leaving me in ways like this, death. Am I that detestable that death is the only way out? Gotta be, shitty way to go if you ask me, but probably your only way. Call it a curse, I guess. Sadly shit like this happens in the fucked world. I didn't even want to use it on Artlet, but you made your choice. So I had to make mine, fucking bastard. " 

Now that was a surprise to the little eavesdropper in the back, covering his mouth with his hand to not make a sound. Azure eyes bugging out of his head as the captain droned on. Armin himself wasn't even sure why he was saved, wouldn't Erwin have been a better pick? The power of the titan wasted on him, that's how it sounded. On the bright side, the colossal titan was in their arsenal with Eren's titan. Just with the wrong user in Artlet's mind. 

" It's not fair, you asshole. You get your peace, and leave me behind in this hell with a bunch of brats! Yes, they can pull their own weight. But you're not leading them anymore, instead it's gonna be someone else who can't live up to your name. All because I got emotional and saved that runt, when I knew, even with Hanji, that you were the better pick! A massive fuck up on my end, but then a small lived victory right? We have another titan ready to fight for us when needed. But I want you here! It's not fair, you trusted me to do the right thing with that weird liquid, and I don't know if I did! I promised myself that I'd follow you wherever, why did you have to go somewhere I can't go yet?! You and your stupid gambles, well make one with the devil down there and win, come back goddamn it! " 

At this point, Levi was screaming to a grave on the verge of tears. From standing to dropping on his knees, the turned up dirt from a freshly dug hole in the ground was staining his pants. Giving him the feelings of touching the underground floors, though this time he didn't care. Fighting back an attack of tears, his hands digging into the soil and gripping it. Dirt being trapped in his fingernails, a fierce look on his face with a few stray falling tears from his eyes. 

" I promise you, I'll make that sonva bitch pay. Along with aiding in to see that your final goal, your final dream is fulfilled. Even if I have to  die to make that happen. " 

It was a footstep, and the use of sharp senses that brought Levi out of his moment. Spinning around quick as could be, just to be met with a crying, tear stained face of one of his cadets. This was Levi's moment of vulnerability, being seen by Armin as if privacy wasn't a thing. Though now, the man couldn't hold it against the boy, dusting off himself to be free of the dirt and grime. Levi sent Armin a small glare, no words have been spoken yet, and not one really knew what to say. 

" Captain . . . I'm sorry, but you should have us--. " 

" Can it brat, I dunno how much you heard, and I hate repeating myself. But I'll make an exception, Erwin made his choice. I acted on it, now you might have to step up to bat. " 

Levi's words drew a small gasp from Armin, making him want to roll his eyes. 

" No one can live up to be Erwin, but I trust that you know what you're doing. Don't make me regret saving you now. " 

" Y-Yes sir! But can I ask a question? " 

That made a brow raise on Levi's face, a sign for Armin to carry on with what he was saying. The boy had to take a deep breath to even get the first word out. It almost made Levi scoff at a time like this. 

" Y-You l-love Commander Erwin, sir? Is-Is that true? " 

The stuttering fool really had the balls to ask. The captain almost looked impressed, but at the same time angered somewhat. 

" Yeah, I loved him, Artlet. A main factor playing on in why I wanted to use the syringe on him. But something happened during it, like I said. Don't make me regret it. " 

All he got was a frantic nod from the other blonde, even a salute for some reason. Levi responded with his own nod back, figuring now that his time alone with Erwin was up. Looking behind him at that grave, he sighed, his eyes narrowing somewhat. 

' Don't worry, Erwin. You won't be along for long, I said I'd follow you right? Into that same fire I'll soon be going. ' 

He whispered out, making his way to leave now. Going as far as to pat a startled Armin on the shoulder. His own line echoing inside his head to help cope with this, just tweaked a bit this time. 

' Plunder all your dreams, and lead those crying brats to victory. In his name. ' 

[najatheangel]

hello wonderful soul! i was wondering if i could request a written ship for nct dream, stray kids, and monsta x!

i’m an infj and capricorn. in any sort of relationship i highly value knowing someone very well, honesty, and communication. at first i’m very awkward (i’m always awkward lmao) and reserved, but gladly return the favor to anyone friendly. once i become comfortable with people i’m a weird chaotic crackhead lol. if you find me alone at home, i’m likely talking to myself while dancing weirdly. overall a positive person with a healthy mindset about life. i’m both academically and emotionally intelligent with a lot of deep thoughts. thoughtful and caring with a streak of savage/sarcastic wit.[...]

@moon-jun Heyy Moonie, I appreciate you sharing more about yourself. Ik we haven't been talking a lot lately, but I love ya too much. Here's your ship my dear I hope you enjoy it. 🤍🌙✨

From Nct Dream, I ship you with...Renjun

Positive Side: INFP's and INFJ's are actually known to be the "golden pair" in a friendship and romantic aspect which makes sense to ship you two together. With your awkward yet energetic personality, it'll compliment along with his funny and intelligent side. He's one of the members that's more on the reserved side, but he's very caring and sociable when it comes to meeting new people. I can imagine him warning you about the other members when you first meet him telling you all kinds of stories about how much they irritate him, but obviously in a joking way. Knowing how talented you two are, most of your dates would consist of art-related things such as making paintings, creating coffee mugs, or making keychains for all 23 nct members. You also have your days when you just want to read books together on a rainy day or drink tea together while knitting each other sweaters. Whenever you're struggling with something, he would always give you his intellectual input on it and suggest coming up with the best solution for you. He's the best emotional support system for you whenever you need to rant about something and doesn't have any regrets just like you.

Negative Side: I would say there are a few issues when it comes to calming the other person down. You both are very emotional people and it's obviously shown sometimes whenever someone makes you angry about something or when someone messes with someone, you both love. Renjun sometimes mopes around whenever he's having a bad day which can be hard to brighten his day. Whenever your mad or sad about something, Renjun knows he has to give you your privacy and let you handle it on your own no matter how much he wants to help you. You two also have small arguments about borrowing each other's things whenever the other person forgets to ask permission or give it back, but it never goes to extreme levels.

Overall: With the love you have for each other, you both apologize to each other and forget about it right away. Once you've got to know each other a lot longer you know how to find ways to cheer the other person up by just getting out of the house and spending quality time together. Renjun can be surprisingly clingy too and loves to cuddle on days when he needs it the most, but obviously in private not in public.

From Stray Kids, I ship you with...Lee Know

Positive Side: Han was another good fit, but Lee Know would fit more into the boyfriend role. To start off, Lee Know has a unique sense of humor that balances well with your crackhead side so I wouldn't doubt that it would be hard for you two to open up to each other. Just like I mentioned earlier about Renjun, you two make the perfect duo friendship and romantic wise. Capricorns and Scorpios are very compatible because they value trust, communication, and emotional intimacy in a partner which is what you two can give to each other. Your both also very understanding of each other and don't judge for what big decisions the other person decides to make. Whenever your spending time together, it's always so chaotic yet romantic. I can imagine him studying with you and all of a sudden he distracts you with some crazy dance he made up with Han making you crack up off your seat. Your chemistry is also so undeniable it makes people cringe almost, but for the most part, it's adorable. Lastly, both of your love for learning new things such as languages, new facts on your favorite paintings, and even about each other's life makes you so happy that your sharing what you just learned together.

Negative Side: Your both very protective and possessive of each other which sometimes can annoy the other person depending on what level you take it. Your both also very emotional but in different ways. Lee Know would tends to get angry fast when it comes to coming across conflicts and it would be hard to help him calm down. If someone would ever bully you or try to pick a fight with you, he would not hesitate to have your back on it, but I can see him going a bit overboard. He tries to hold back sometimes because he knows you can handle your problems on your own, but it's difficult for him to do that especially when it gets out of hand. He does this thing where he'd try to smile through the pain before or give you the death glare before he loses his shit.

Overall: You both learned after a few bad experiences that you need to rely on each other as friends and romantic partners should. Besides although Lee Know may say tough things and your independent, your both just a bunch of softies that are very dependent on each other.

From Monsta x, I ship you with...Minhyuk

Positive Side: Probably the best match out of the list! First of all, he's such a happy virus always spreading positivity and a social butterfly which would help you feel comfortable instantly when you're hanging out with him. It would almost seem like he's babying you at first, but he's just gushing over how cute you are. He starts crushing hard when as soon as you reveal you're funny and talented side. Just like how you're supportive of his music career, he finds the time of day to share your artwork with his members, friends, family, and even random strangers just to help you get some recognition for your hard work out in the world. Your both have so much energy building up already by yourselves, but together it easily transfers to everyone around you and just brightens everyone's day. Although he doesn't do this a lot, he's someone that you can sit down with, drink coffee, and have deep conversations about anything and everything in life. He's also a very passionate person when it comes to building relationships with people so you don't have to worry about him not being 100% committed to dating you.

Negative Side: It's very hard to find issues because you both don't argue and would understand each other emotions too well, but If I could think of a problem it would be struggling to learn how to handle each other's emotions. He's also a Scorpio just like Lee Know he can have his days where he's maybe stressed or feeling down like any other human being, but it might take an extra amount of effort to bring him back on his feet. You also have your days where you just want to be left alone and he knows it's better to give you your space no matter how hard it can be.

Overall: The two of you are so caring and loving towards each other that a few bad days is not going to drive you apart. Whenever your ready to have a talk or go on a date to get something off your mind, the other person won't hesitate to take you anywhere. Just a beautiful and entertaining pair!

Out of everyone, I ship you the most with...Minhyuk ☁☁☁

[the-pallid-king]

He nods. “Just one.” That… not quite question, not quite statement has him cringing. “If I had to guess? I’d be dinner.” Although, you like him a lot. Maybe you could restrain yourself. “Don’t wait for me to jump in line to find out.” Though, there are worse things than having a boyfriend that won’t climb off. Actually… No. No. He should stop thinking about this. It wouldn’t go that way. He’d get eaten and he wouldn’t have anyone to blame but himself. He huffs. “Go try it on some poor dumbass in your arena if you’re curious.”

His eyes trail your fingers. “It’s fine. I just didn’t expect to be groped.” But then he snorts. “You don’t need an excuse. You get to touch me. I think we’ve been together long enough for that much. But let’s go before we don’t go.”

He steps through as soon as you have it open and he goes to drop his body in your blankets. Though he keeps the one he took. Just in case you decide you need re-bandaging. Then he looks around for Kon, but he’s not there, so he leaves a note on the counter.

Yeesh, so potent. And he's not going to disagree with you, because he's not even sure he wouldn't have turned on you if it had been stronger than it already was. Your only saving grace might have been that it might have attracted enough other hollows to keep him too busy and too guardy to try eating you. "Yeah, probably a good idea not to test that out." Though- "Guess if I really do end up losing some of my power, at least it'll be easy to find a big meal." He snorts an amused sound, "I'm not that curious, but what would you do if I ended up possessive and rubbin' all over that poor hollow instead'a you?" It's actually very odd trying to picture you getting jealous. He's sure you feel jealousy, but you're a lot more selfless than him; he's not actually sure he'd notice it if you were trying to be subtle about it.

He huffs, a little bit embarrassed by your wording. "I wasn't groping you-!" If he was, he'd be a lot more shameless about it than some gentle petting. He scoffs, crossing his arms. "I was just touchin' the pants, I already know I can touch you." You clearly have something specific on your mind, which puts the same thing on his mind and now he's thinking about grinding up against you while you wear those very soft pants.

Stepping onto the balcony, he hovers in the doorway while you drop off your body, eyes narrowing when he realizes you're nestling it amongst his blankets... But fine, he doesn't actually mind. He's just suspicious of whatever else you claim to do to them. When it seems you're done, he shreds open another tear between worlds. "Anything else we want from here? You want towels this time? Food?" He's pretty sure those were the only things they regretted not having previously. Though, you might just let all your food be eaten again, so maybe it doesn't matter. "How long d'you wanna stay?"

[the-firebird69]

The TV shows are drowning on your dramas are very melodramatic his stuff here is well gone beyond toasted and we're just getting rid of you and you just continuously do it I was just wondering if you're aware that you're dying

Thor Freya

Not really aware of it but we just keep doing it

Trump

And her son's right our son is right and you're going to die for your comment Trump and you're not really aware of much you guys could all be half dead and you wouldn't know it so damn dumb we have about 550,000 people who want you dead here no it's like half the state and they're going after your people again and slaughtering them and they haven't for days and you keep coming in here eventually you will be cut off by another blockade which is coming down now and you'll all be dead and you'll have to leave and that's how you run things you are forced to or you don't do anything

Thor Freya

I got to love the kindergarten comments from this childish a****** Trump is a little kid and he didn't grow up and he's not going to make it I've ordered his death and my wife Hera and she says yes we ordered his death it's going to occur and Thor Freya approved it and Olympus has approved it. It is proceeding and no matter what he does he's going to die and everybody agreed on how and it's also proceeding and tons of people want them gone and his group is shrinking rapidly it's almost non-existent no but it's pretty small compared to what it was and we're getting it down to a point where we can all order it again and then it'll be done in a day he really needs to leave. Right now we're ripping out his cloning and what's left of the Midwest all the way to the wall and it's all coming out and all the clothing is coming out but we're going to stick his right up there near his cities again the ones that are left the entire Midwest and he'll come running out in 5 minutes all of this will be dead and those cities will be ours it takes very little time

Hera Zues

We're proceeding now it's an extremely potent tool and they can't stand seeing their own cloning and they can't stand seeing it right outside the city and they can't stand seeing their own fighting them and they go out there and they're mesmerized and they hardly do anything and when you get rid of both sides and today we grab the whole bunch of Trump's generals and adjectives and regans and we got information on his all over the world, and we're doing that because he refuses to relent on us and her son and it has meaning and we have to shortly he's going to be gone but so are most of the businesses that were on Earth because he's a fool. We have most of them in our possession right now and we're eliminating his people around them and they are asking for it and we do get rid of them very fast very fast in hours huge areas the size of Charlotte county are gone completely and all at the same time all over the world pretty soon he's going to not exist and everyone will regret having him take over because he's incompetent buffoon who did absolutely nothing by comparison to huge numbers of young Tommy favinos who are dangerous and a hassle and it takes professional armies to stop him this man is a complete nuisance and a ninny and lost things that the realm was held for thousands of years with Rock solid resolve and we can't believe how easy it is it's like pulling out teeth that have no nerves and are already dead. And that's the analogy of people use too all over the world it's tough s*** they say we can't fight him we'll lose against them. So now we're going after them and was seeking them out we're going to do them in

Thor Freya

[punkscowardschampions]

Ali & Tess

Ali: Ro just left Ali: She said she was going Home so keep a watchful eye out please Tess: What about you? Ali: I've got obs every hour, I'm good Ali: Reckon we'll be fit for discharge tomorrow morning Tess: I don't like you being there on your own all night Ali: I'm fine, there's a wardful, party central like Ali: You gotta look after the others Ali: Might need to commandeer the big room until Singapore Ali: I'll think of a way to make bunking in with Tom worthwhile for Rock and him Tess: You know what I mean, kiddo Tess: The others are fine and your da's sorting out the rooms as we speak Tess: No worries Ali: Good Ali: Good stuff Ali: I'm sorry Mum Tess: I know you are Tess: He's the one that needs to be. More than you Ali: Wasn't exactly part of his master plan, I'm sure Ali: we know its all on me, you were right before Ali: I was being selfish and chicken shit and not only did it mess up Ro like you said Ali: but it really fucked me over too Ali: Boo hoo Tess: He doesn't have one, it's half his trouble Tess: I didn't wanna be right Tess: Rarely do in truth Tess: I've got Ro, you watch out for yourself and the little bab Tess: We can switch whenever Ali: I don't know about that, clearly I've fucked something up royally for him Ali: I should've known better, been better Ali: It wasn't meant to happen Ali: what kind of life is she going to have Ali: and the others too Tess: He did that himself. You didn't get pregnant on your own Tess: You did know better that's why you made him put something on the end of it Tess: And you will be better too, 'cause that girl needs you to be Tess: She's got a family that loves her, she could do worse Tess: They all could Ali: We used protection Ali: why has this happened, mum? its not fucking fair Ali: yeah but she has someone who resents her existence too and i can't stop it Ali: and what if rio and junie lose caleb and all that family for good Ali: because of me and this stupid mistake Tess: I know, baby but life ain't never been fair to none of us. All we can do is try and balance up it up so the shitty end of the stick isn't the heaviest Tess: You can do that Tess: As for the others, say what you want about Caleb, and I have, but he loves the bones of them kids Tess: He won't leave them even if he leaves you Ali: Yeah Ali: You're right Ali: Again Ali: Take it whilst you can 'cos I won't be saying it once I'm out this hormonal state Tess: I've got a while yet then Tess: But yeah Ali: I just feel like the worst person in the world Ali: not only for what I did and what I didn't say Ali: but because, as much as I love her with everything I have Ali: I still can't help but regret her...being her, being his Ali: Don't tell anyone but I thought you might understand because of Ronnie Tess: You ain't though, you're not even the first person to make this mistake Tess: I won't tell anyone because I do understand Tess: Love can be enough, more than, but when it isn't, fucking hell Tess: Not a regret I wanted for you. Or me. Like Ali: I know but Ali: it feels wrong to even call it a mistake, like I'm putting that on her when Drew's already throwing enough negative energy her way Ali: I don't want her to feel it, any of it, ever Ali: but it WAS a mistake...and IS, I can't change it Ali: even with love Ali: how am I ever going to sit there and act like she was planned and wanted and that I loved Drew when I didn't Ali: at least you loved Ronnie's Dad Tess: I was a kid Tess: I didn't know what love was Tess: Not until her Tess: Don't lie to her. You don't need to be as blunt as that about it 'course but don't give him credit he isn't due, she won't thank you for it Tess: You can't change things for yourself but you can change how it'll be for her, make plans about and for her Tess: Tell her you love her and she's wanted, 'cause when you look back on this later, whatever happens, as long as you keep her you won't wanna change it for the world, none of the good memories Tess: Give her them Ali: But I'm just a kid too Ali: and I really love him, Mum Ali: I know Ali: its going to be so hard Tess: I know, and I'm not trying to make you grow up faster than you already are but it was different for me Tess: I didn't use protection 'cause nobody told me about it Tess: I wanted a family 'cause I didn't have one, no love, not proper like Tess: I had my head in the clouds and up my own arse Tess: You have so much more about you, Ali Tess: Not only the IQ Tess: And he's different too, whatever brush I tried to tar him with, he ain't Ronnie's da Tess: It'll be hard and you'll do it anyway, both of you, whatever happens Ali: That makes sense Ali: It wasn't all your fault either Ali: you know that, right? Ali: Thanks Ali: Got to, I know that, of course Ali: I just feel like all I've been doing is apologising and rightly so but I'm dying here too Tess: Yeah it was Tess: I wasn't young enough to pull that shit of not owning none of it Tess: There's a lot of shit I could've done different, should've too Tess: Let yourself feel it. You're not gonna get nothing else done 'til you do and when Caleb shows his face, which he will, you need to be ready for it Ali: Yeah but not all of it Ali: You gave me the talk, like, can't put you on my shit list like your Dad Ali: I don't know how I'm going to tell him Ali: but I did manage to tell Ro so, I know I can Ali: but fuck Tess: Yeah and you heard me, that time, you used protection Tess: That'd be the least of what my da is on my shit list for but whatever Tess: It'll just happen, same as this Tess: You can handle it and he'll have to Ali: Well no but if we're keeping score..lol Ali: He shouldn't have to though Ali: She shouldn't have Ali: ugh its so fucked Tess: None of you should have to but you are Tess: If I could take it on instead I would Ali: Gotta get my big girl pants on Ali: not that I wanna have any material touching down there yet Ali: gonna nick a few of these fashionable backless numbers Tess: Take what you can get, my love Tess: How'd the little 'un find it, not too stressy, yeah? Ali: Yeah, she's sound, hilariously Ali: No drama of that variety, unlike the last time Tess: Have a few more and they'll be falling out Ali: Probably not, eh? Ali: Shame Ali: Fancied breaking your record Tess: Don't even joke Tess: I've only got so many hands, ta Tess: And a doting nan rep to keep up Ali: I'm not Ali: that's the real tragedy, never mind you stocking up on bribe sweeties Tess: There's still a load of time Tess: You're not 20 yet Ali: Not if I'm about to be dumped Ali: I don't want them with anyone else like Tess: You don't know what'll happen Tess: Look at me, didn't expect to meet your da and have you lot Tess: And you can't speak for Caleb 'til he's had a word himself Ali: Yeah but Ali: c'mon Ma Ali: think we both know what's gonna happen Ali: Can hardly blame him either Tess: We've both been wrong before Ali: Never! Tess: Whatever you say Tess: Ain't gonna kneecap you rn Ali: Much obliged Ali: but seriously Ali: I'll leave you to toddler wrangling Rio now Ali: hahahaha Tess: Your son's the one Tess: He misses ya Tess: Fussy bugger Ali: Bless him Ali: Be Home soon Ali: swear I'm not milking being waited on hand n foot like Tess: If you didn't you wouldn't have a home to come back to Tess: Casually disowned for being a tit Ali: Ha Ali: Odlly not in the mood, got things to do Ali: You can tell the others as much as you see fit Ali: I'll fill 'em all in when I see them Tess: Fair enough Tess: See you tomorrow like Tess: Look after yourself you pair Ali: Will do Ali: not gonna ditch your precious grandbaby and dash like Ali: TTFN