#but at least she apologized to Petra

[mercymaker]

i spent quite a bit of time thinking, considering my options and wondering if i should even respond to the 'apology' to begin with, but i feel like i've been here before, in this exact same position (i didn't respond to his original 'apology' because it felt off how he omitted the fact that he pretended to be the victim for a whole week, but even then i decided to not say anything and just let the dust settle and give him a chance to learn and do better) and doing nothing eventually just caused more harm. even if i can't reach the other side and find common understanding, i wanted to at least express what's been on my mind for such a long time.

i always try to approach people and situations with understanding and try to assume ignorance instead of malice when someone says or does something i consider questionable or wrong. but i also know we all have our limits. we are all human. and you can't take the heart out of the equation.

one thing in this 'apology' that really stood out to me was this:

how is it not malice to completely disregard another creator, hell, another person and their wishes and feelings when they have made it very clear that your actions are causing them harm?

how is it not malice to outright lie and misrepresent other people and situations in order to portray yourself in a better light?

how is it not malice to disrespect the people you've stolen from and then, after they (by your own words!) rightfully address it and try to bring your actions to light, you then turn around and vilify them to your friends and followers? portray them as bullies and gatekeepers?

all while repeating again and again how the whole experience made you stop creating? as if your actions didn't force people out of this space, this fandom? have you ever sat down to think how the person that made you a 40 minute video tutorial on gif making, the person that taught you so much, no longer makes anything at all because you turned your back on her and copied her sets? kept doing it after she blocked you? after she made text posts expressing how upsetting your behaviour was? you didn't care and kept doing it anyway. even saying things like 'i always credit where credit is due' in response to copying numerous sets from @minthara, down to the caption without ever crediting her.

and if that wasn't enough harm, you then took it a notch further and straight up lied to the people around you, trying to vilify petra and i by saying how the whole thing should've been dealt with in private. how is it not malice to omit the fact that I DID, in fact, reach out to you privately. that i did it in a civil manner. that i tried to explain to you how your actions were wrong and were rightfully upsetting other creators. how you ignored everything i've said and when i expressed that your response (or lack of it) made me uncomfortable and that because of it i couldn't give you permission to 'recreate' (copy) my work, you then insulted me and told me that it didn't matter what i wanted? that you would do as you please and there was nothing i could do about it? how you then immediately blocked me so i couldn't even respond? how is that not malice?

and then this was from your apology back in march:

and you insist that after this 'apology' you've learnt and were never doing anything wrong again and yet you are saying the same thing again in your new 'apology'. how after the march events you went to @galedekarios anyway, asking for permission, didn't wait for her response and posted your copy of her set anyway. which just makes me think that you've never learnt. it just makes it seem that asking people for permission never stemmed from a place of respect and understanding, but from the need to cover your ass in case someone brings the fact that you're still copying up. which someone did, apparently.

at the end of the day, this is my opinion and i might be wrong, but following all of your words and actions, it just seems like you chose notes and attention instead of people. that you kept lying and misrepresenting things and throwing us under the bus for your own gain. and that you only stopped because enough people eventually found out, not because you suddenly felt remorse. and this 'apology' was just another 'ask for permission from a creator', all just for optics. you couldn't even bother to unblock us before posting the 'apology' which just shows how little you were actually thinking about any of us.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Your Touch, So Hot

Author’s note: More of Petras in Divergence au. @kit-williams and I were talking about this horrible Hypocrite of a Chaplain marine and collabed this thing.

Summary: Petras and his Bonded get hot, heavy, and sexy.

Warnings: Smut. Mild bdsm? Public-ish play. They are in his private office and fuck. Let me know if I need to add anything else

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Petras pets her head as she licks and services him. His hand tight around the leash as he keeps an impassive face while she pleases him. Two hands on his cock as she takes as much as she can in her mouth.

"Be a good girl for me," he whispers as you open up your blouse showing that pretty black and white lacey lingerie he got for you.

You nervously look at the door before getting to your knees as he mutters a prayer for you since you do not know them well enough. He wipes away some tears as you take as much of him as you can.

Wet eyes looking up at him as you suck on his cock. You had been uncertain, when he'd started talking about having sex in the Space Marine Base.

You'd talked about your worries and concerns about how badly it could affect him and you, at least socially, among other concerns that you'd had.

He'd listened to you, with that intensely focused way that made you all tingly on the inside. He'd spoken of the safe guards they could put in place to ensure that things wouldn't go too far.

And ensure that if they were 'caught' it would be by Arnault and Angela- as the pair of them had done a lot of fun parallel play with them.

That had eased your concerns. Petras gestured with one of his hands. He'd ensured that the door to his office was locked, and that he had a 'do not disturb, Important Chaplain-patient Session happening' is in place.

"Such a good girl... You look so beautiful like this." He whispers petting your face and then your neck feeling the way the muscles move as you take more of him. "Going to keep you under my desk pretty thing."

Your face flushes in pleasure at his praise- his deep husky voice does things to you when he whispers praise in your ear. You love how dark his eyes get when he's full of lust for you.

He pinches one of your nipples cause you to whine, "Shh shh none of that a little pain is good for the body and the soul... I'm certain your ass is still tender from this morning."

You pout up at him as best you can, through the sting of pain. It wasn't your favorite thing, and you had asked him to limit as much as possible the pain play. Which he usually agreed to.

He sniffs the air licking his upper teeth, "I can smell you... I bet the pretty little thong you're wearing is riding uncomfortably huh? "

You nod at him, it was uncomfortable, your bottom was still red and stinging from the spanking that you had received from Petras. He'd asked you to wear a sexy little set of lingerie that he'd made in black and white.

Your mind goes back to why your thong feels uncomfortable against your ass and cunt. The feeling of Petras's hand against your ass as he spanked it.

You had seen the intense hungry way that he'd looked at you, as he watched you put on the lingerie. He'd moved so fast, that it was within a blink of an eye that you'd finished wearing the outfit and you were suddenly on your belly.

You were over Petras's knee as his hand spanked your ass and you whined, your tits bouncing and rubbing against his hard cock as he growled out words in Astartes-talk that you couldn't understand.

You whined and wriggled and pleaded for mercy, you had worn what he wanted, and he seemed... frustrated, despite you wearing what he had requested.

He had done a half hearted apology after he was done spanking you. His hands massaging your tits the way you like... still not answering for his sudden shift of mood. You look up at him again as his fist is against his cheek just pupils dilated as he took in all of the little details.

"Oh You're too good for me" He says in high gothic... as he pulls himself out of your mouth before pushing his cock between your tits and cumming with just a grunt. "You're going to be the death of me my dear." He says in English with a sigh.

[mcsm-confessions]

I'm not Lukas or Petra hater, but it's actually strange to me how people keep forgetting that those two are not angels at all and that they were, in fact, rude to treehouse gang.

For example many people hate on Axel because he was rude to Lukas who "had done nothing wrong, it's all was Aiden" but do you really think standing there and do nothing is not as bad as bullying with them? Just a little reminder that when someone's bullying someone and people around do nothing, usually they count as guilty as bully themselves.

And let me NOT start on Petra, the very first episode of S1 her dialogue with Olivia sent me in anger:

"Petra: If u need anything, u know where to find me

Olivia: none of us know where to find u

Petra: exactly"

I know she supposed to be cool and stuff, but that's just stupid and rude without any reason. She almost straight up tells them, that if they're in trouble, they shouldn't count on her. THAT'S the first impression that a good character should never have.

Again, I'm not hating and have nothing against people, who love them, but let's be honest here, they were rude and never even apologized. Especially Petra, if anything, her behavior towards Jesse got even worse. If Lukas himself got at least a little character development, she got character degradation.

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[whataboutsimple]

Simple AUs

Or AUs I have idea of, but will never work on. Feel free to use them if you wish to!

1. Villain!Olivia AU or what happens when nerd's idol dies.

Concept is rather simple: after Ellegaard's death Olivia looses it and uses 100% of her brain power to build a "perfect world" where no one will die ever again. Expect for those who won't elaborate of course..

During the WitherStorm she gets into tracker bim for too long and gets withersickennes. Of course she won't tell anyone to not cause any panic. They already have sick Petra, no one should be paying attention to her.

Jesse decides to go and look for Magnus, but why? They need someone smart, someone intelligent, not a walking craze creeper man! Argh, Jesse always took Axel's said.

No- no, no, nonononono- Jesse can't take Ellegaard armor! She finally found someone who understands her passion for redstone, she can't loose her!

What.. what do you mean they lied? What- N-no.. sh-.. no. S-shE coulDn't! SHe diDN't LIE! THAT'S CAN'T BE-

The storm defeated, but her sickness didn't fade away. Ah, might as well make some upgrades for her arm..

Now, now Jesse, don't be so scared- let's work together! Trust me, this.. machine won't let anyone get hurt anymore!

Well, it could've gone better. But, ah, at least now no one can get in my way.

Notes: Olivia got her hand replaced with mechanisms, she got Jesse killed, she uses the same concept as "PAMA" — chiping people to use them.

2. Sky city death AU.

Concept: Instead of landing in the lake, like Jesse normally should, they are too slow to react properly and won't make it in time.

Lukas saw it with his own eyes. He saw Jesse landing to the ground. He saw their inventory laying around like it was a pile of trash.

Even with broken arm Lukas manages to get himself and the Founder back to Sky City. Petra and Ivor are happy until they get the news.

It can't be, right? It's Jesse. They always make it out! Or maybe not this time..

Blaze Rods got arrested and putted in jail until the group will find a way to their home. Lukas won't leave them here. He'll come back and take them to the court back in BeaconTown. He'll do anything to get them pay.

Now the problem is: how will they get back? Without Jesse it's gonna be hard for sure..

Petra and Ivor can't get everyone in the mansion trust them enough, so they make decisions. Lukas almost died from White Pumpkin. They barely made it out alive from the Mansion.

No one made alive from the Mansion expect for them. Cassie Rose got the flint, so now they can only follow her through the portal.

Who can keep Petra sane? She's too irritated and Lukas is no better: he saw his friend's death for fuck sakes! Ivor already saw such tension between Order members.. Old Order members.

They are no match to PAMA. Ivor physically can't do everything alone what Jesse did. Is it the end?

Notes: Lukas arm became useless right after they left Sky City, everyone from the Mansion Episode died expect for the group and Cassie Rose, Cassie Rose managed to escape before main group.

3. Long live the king AU.

Concept: Aiden and Jesse swap places, but keep their original characters. It's hard, but everyone tries their best.

Aiden is noisy and bit of a dumbass.. but they love him, though it's hard sometimes. He doesn't know any limits without them, so it's like controlling an angry pug.

They never understood why he was so rude to Jesse. They were nothing but kind and patient! They even kept Maya and Gill in place. Aiden still didn't like them somewhy.

Okay, this time he got too far. How could he put other people in danger? How could he hurt poor pig? They need to talk and now! Winning ain't worth it!

He promised to apologize. Okay, at least they knew he kept his promises.

Oh, uh, since when Petra and him are friends? Okay, nevermind, she needs help - they will help. Still though last time they checked Petra wasn't a big fan of Aiden's behavior..

What is thing thing?! How are they supposed to defeat it? What are they gonna do? What- wait, Aiden is a good leader actually when it's comes to stress situations.

Okay, maybe they can handle it. If only he could stop throwing those dirty looks at Jesse everytime they do anything..

Notes: Olivia and Axel tries their best to deal with Aiden's behavior, though it can be hard sometimes.. Aiden saved Jesse from tracker bin since they were the closest to him instead of Petra or Gabriel, we will learn through the story how angry gremlin can actually be a good character without erasing his gremlin side.

That's my Top3 for today, guys! Feel free to ask anything you want or use the ideas.

[sockatoothewafflebird]

OKAY SO. a lot of my followers are here because of mcsm, specifically that jesstra fic i forgot about because of arcane. i'd like to apologize to everyone for exploding into an arcane-colored haze for a while 😬 so here's an update about it as compensation

chapter three of valentina is coming along nicely! a few scenes are kicking my ass because of all the super complicated emotions haunting everyone involved. this chapter is when the plot starts really moving and a lot happens so it's hard to figure out ways to properly set things up for future chapters. beat with me here, after the arcane brainrot finally burns out i'll be working a lot more on the chapter and it'll hopefully be out before 2025. to hold you all off until then here's a synopsis for the chaoter under the cut!

Drifting through this specific mangrove swamp has Petra's mind bouncing off the walls, and not in the fun way. Especially when they come across a little pit-stop town that Petra knows all too well, and meet a face Petra wishes she'd forgotten about. At least Jesse's having fun...

OR

petra sees her ex for the first time in over a decade and jesse's just happy to be here cause she's never seen a mangrove before

pspspsps @goitale :]

[tippedarrows]

Hi, it is I the anon Gabriel lover and honestly I didn’t expect my asks to gain traction. You guys are all awesome and I’m glad I can share my love for Gabriel with you guys. That being said, I wrote a Drabble based on the last ask and I hope you enjoy and my apologies for any inaccuracies it’s been a while since I last looked at MCSM, take care:

Petra gave a glance towards Gabriel as the warrior helped to set up camp for the night, unaware of the other’s current internal conflict inside her head. She never expected to encounter the warrior on her adventures, though she should have considered the chance and now she has to tackle how she can break Fred’s death towards him.

Hearing that Gabriel and Fred were a couple wasn’t what Petra or Jesse would ever expect but hearing how Xara and the others described them, it’s clear how much they loved each other. And now Fred is dead. Fred’s dead and Gabriel is left unaware of what happened, waiting for a man who can never return. It left a bitter taste in her mouth but she and Jesse made a promise to Fred’s people to at least tell Gabriel the truth, he deserves to know.

So, as the two settled down around the fire, Petra scratched the back of her head, bracing herself. She doesn’t know why she’s nervous- actually scratch that she does. It’s not everyday you deliver devastating news to someone about a loved one, especially if it’s someone you know and respect. Despite that, her resolve hardened and she finally forced the words out of her throat, “So… Jesse and I met someone in our last adventure. Her name’s Xara.”

Petra watched as Gabriel’s eyes widened in recognition, his head snapping towards her. Petra took a deep breath as she looked back, “She mentioned someone else too. His name’s Fred and he’s… He-“

“Fred’s gone, isn’t he?” Gabriel interjected, making Petra jolt. The warrior gave a bittersweet chuckle at Petra’s gobsmacked expression before explaining, “Fred was too kind to just disappear without an explanation, he would have sent a letter to explain himself. I waited for that letter, but it never came…”

Petra watched, her expression sorrowful as Gabriel removed his helmet, staring down at it with an indescribably pained face, “Eventually, I knew that Fred isn’t coming back, he can’t come back and even after coming to terms with that, it still hurts.”

The warrior stood up, shaking his head, “Forgive me, I need a moment to process this.”

“Of course, take your time.” Petra frowned before eventually adding, “If it helps, we met some people who looked after Fred’s pets. We can go to Beacontown to meet them if you want.”

“I… I would like that… Thank you.” Gabriel nodded, his body shaking with the sobs he’s struggling to keep in as he walked away. His mind raced, grappling with the news he never thought would be confirmed, crushing what little denial Gabriel had remaining deep down, hoping that Fred would return someday. Even after all these years, all the pain that left him jaded, Fred still remains close to his heart.

As Gabriel slowed to a stop atop a hill, he shakily pulled out a letter which felt heavier now than it did before and collapsed, dropping his helmet in the process. His cries echo across the plains, carrying his grief and heartbreak.

To my beloved diamond Gabriel,

How are you? I hope you are faring well, the sunrise over the birch forest I saw was wonderful. I even included a little picture for you! I hope you like it. The landscapes you described to me on your adventures really inspired me and I love hearing you talk about where you have gone. Just please be sure to be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt.

Nugget and Waffles are doing well although Waffles still has trouble making decisions. He’s a silly little chicken but he’s our silly little chicken, he and Nugget can’t wait to meet you again.

I wish I can say that things are alright with my friends but tensions have only gotten worse. Romeo is fully committed to his idea of conquering other worlds and Xara has lost all hope in him. Yet, I still believe in my friend, I think I can convince him. It may be dangerous and I’m afraid that there is a good chance that I will die but no matter what happens, I will always love you Gabriel and I’ll make sure to return to you. I cannot wait to see you again when our anniversary comes around, I have the most wonderful place to show you.

Please take care, I love you so much Gabriel.

Your dearest lapis,

Fred

TALENT PURE TALENT BUT ALSO I HATE YOU/LH

oh my GODDDDDD STOPPP IT HHRTSSS why do yall do this

sadly they are doomed never to be happy and I'm read this with my mouth open like... nuh uh u didnt......

stop... I beg of thee../j

[fireemblems24]

Azure Gleam Ch 14

I feel sad knowing this route is almost over :(

NARRATION

As much as Claude is annoying me right now, it's cool to see Faerghus, the Alliance, and the church all team up.

So it looks like we're fighting Caspar and Bergliez again. It's so much easier on me to kill the Empire characters lol.

It's so funny that all the Empire characters know something is weird with Edelgard, but are like "I'm still fighting anyways."

Is there any explanation of what happened to her? Or is this just a cope out so the war keeps going without making her into a flat-out evil.

Bergliez tells Caspar to run away. He's not though. And honestly, I don't want him. Not Hopes!Caspar at least. Brgliez keeps trying though, which guess he gets some dad points? Maybe? I like him more than Holst.

He compares what they're doing to captains that go down with their ship. So needless death. Ship captains have no choice, but they do and they keep fighting. Poor taste.

They're heading for the monastery. Shocking. I know. /s

I love how in the other routes, I protect Aegir. In this one, I'm sure I'll get to kill him. Feels good.

They talk strategy.

I honestly appreciate that this games goes a bit more into strategy. It's not super detailed, but more than Fire Emblem usually does lol.

Arval is like, ok, it's my turn. The suggestion is to just strike everyone all at once.

She's like, we've got the stronger army, let's act like it. I like that kind of thinking.

Felix calls Shez a boar lol. Says we have too boars in this army.

SIDE BATTLES/MAP

Shez tried to sympathize with Linhardt about possibly fighting Caspar and he's like "it doesn't really bother me" lol.

Felix admires Berlgeiz however the fuck you spell his name because he finds the sense of duty to the Empire despite it being a giant fuck up right now admirable. Coming from Felix, that's hysterical. I wish Shez had the option to tease Felix about it lol.

A scholar just said Dimitri appreciates their input (calculating how much food and raw materials is needed etc) unlike many other leaders. Happy to see more Dimitri praise in this game.

Petra once knocked Duke Aegir on his ass for insulting her father. I wonder if you get to learn this amazing piece of Petra lore in other routes or if this is an AG exclusive badassery.

Ok, so some random church NPC talked about how killing Edelgard would end the Emperor bloodline because there's rumors all her siblings are dead. Her backstory is really so weird. How would people not know about a bunch of dead princes and princesses?

Yuri is religious? He says he has a habit of praying before a big event, something he does because his mother did. I like it when characters add something unexpected to them that the usual stereotype of that character doesn't usually have.

If Hubert came up with "those who slither in the dark" as a nickname, how come everyone uses it? Even people who wouldn't know Hubert at all like Flayn?

Lorenz was just talking up how smart Claude is and all I can think is that GW!Claude isn't smart enough to find his way out of a wet paper bag.

I just got all of Shez's Blue Lions supports unlocked. Now I need to still get Flayn, Seteth, Catherine, Jeralt, and Byleth. I'm not sure I have enough time. But I'm going to try.

Duke Aegir is Thales' puppet. So TWSITD is ruling the Empire.

Edelgard just mindlessly listens to Aegir and Thales.

This lady turned on the Empire big time. Dimitri says he's still throwing her into a cell, lol.

Dimitri believes what she said though. He brings up the evidence he discovered while investigating in White Clouds. And also uses the Tomas situation as more evidence.

Dimitri now knows that his father, the knights, and the citizens of Duscur would all be alive without those mages.

He says they have the right to seek justice in the way they see fit. I love it. Not apologizing for defending themselves, but owning taking the initiative against TWSITD.

And there's a lot of people in the Blue Lions who has a personal beef with TWSITD.

I can finally give Dimitri the merc whistle! He also had a second set of dialogue on the map this chapter. It was about some Empire general we captured.

SHEZ & FELIX A

This one starts on a battlefield instead of training. Still very Felix.

And they're complimenting each other. Felix is complimenting someone. But it's their swordfighting so . . .

Shez is beginning to understanding Felix, saying he assigns a role to himself and carries it out. Which, she's not wrong.

Felix credits Rodrigue for his skill, lol. He also just complimented Rodrigue. Good for Felix.

His style is passed down in Fraldarius for generations. Because they're so tight. Man, the Dimitri/Felix yaoi writes itself.

Shez calls him indispensable to Dimitri and everyone. Felix is the lance and shield. Shez is the projectile like an arrow or stone.

She tells him to be more direct with compliments, Felix gets annoyed, but then says Shez is important to the army too.

Felix says Shez can't stay focused in battle - like she has someone talking to her in her head. More proof on how perceptive Felix is.

Also kudos to Byleth for Felix never noticing the same, which, imo, is perfectly in character for Byleth and Shez.

Shez is actually happy to know that Felix knows her so well that she spotted it. Since she gets sappy, Felix goes tsundere is like "I'm never complimenting you again!" Congrats, Shez, it means you're one of his people now if he's that emotionally fickle with you lamo.

This support was mostly just Shez and Felix gushing over how good the other is at fighting and how important they are to the group as a whole. I loved it. AG!Shez must be so much happier and more grounded than poor SB!Shez.

SHEZ & DIMITRI A

Dimitri is on break, but also depressed. Shez is concerned. Of course, it's because Dimitri can't relax. Other people are working, so he feels bad that he's not.

Shez asks why Dimitri is so insistent on it. Dimitri says it's the only way he knows how to be. That his life has never belonged to him because of his birthright.

Aaaaand of course the tragedy comes up, saying that makes him feel responsible too. So it's rooted partly in trauma :(

I can disagree or sympathize with him. Not sure which. I think I'm going to disagree, that it's not all his responsibility.

Ohh, Shez says he needs to trust people who wants to help.

Dimitri wants to ease the pain of the dead and living. That he'll have to make sacrifices to reach that goal, but doesn't want anyone else to suffer because of his goals. So he must carry the burden alone.

Shez is like, what about you're suffering and pain. That he can't care for others if he doesn't care for himself first.

Dimitri's like, I don't know how to respond to that - but like earnestly doesn't know. He doesn't know how to take care of his own pain nor what happiness would look like for him.

(God, this support is just making me love AM even more in retrospect, knowing that Dimitri gets to learn all of this, an my God wouldn't it be awesome if there was some kind of AG/AM blend that included this support somewhere in the middle)

Shez is like, how can you not know that? Asks what makes him smile? Like defeating a rival or a banquet.

Dimitri doesn't think he has the right to such happiness.

Good, God, Dimitri. He says he can only think of his death and leaving happy citizens and a peaceful kingdom behind.

Lord, nobody knows how much I love this. Like, not for Dimitri, boy needs therapy asap, and I want him to just be happy.

But, as a avid anime/manga and fantasy fan, do you know how many snot-nosed spoiled chosen ones and royalty and nobles I've come across who bitch and moan endlessly about their privileges lives because it comes with responsibilities and how they want to be a commoner with NO FUCKING IDEA what it's like to work day in and day out for someone who doesn't really care about you and will just replace you if convenient but your entire livelihood is dependent on spending most of your able-bodies life slaving away for them? Not to mention - back then - it would likely be some backbreaking work with shitty working conditions and no modern medicine or workers rights? It's so infuriating. Sometime they have a point, like pressure or whatever, but the older I get, the less I sympathize with their whining.

But Dimitri is like the exact opposite. He can't even be an individual away from his role at a leader because he's thrown too much of himself into it with no complaining at all. It's just so refreshing to see something the exact opposite of how this usually plays out, and is so much more interesting to explore than the same old for the xnth time.

Shez is like, you're dismal sometimes, she's not wrong. And is like why is death what makes me happy. Dimitri sounds like he doesn't even get that it sounded dismal while saying it.

She's like, what about partying with friends! Dimitri's like, wasted on me. But he says seeing his friends smile does make him happy.

Shez is annoyed with him lol. And is like, k, I'll just have to work twice as hard.

"You're going to take a break. And by the goddess, you're going to like it." I actually laughed. God, I love Shez.

She's like, you need to leave the office, bud. Dimitri says no words can express his gratitude.

I love their friendship so much. Like, I honestly don't think I ship it? I think they're just really tight friends, which Dimitri is such a shipping magnet, it's nice to see something as just pure friendship.

This is by far my favorite lord/Shez dynamic. Though, I think I ship Shez most with Byleth and I haven't even seen their supports yet.

ASHE & RAPHAEL C

Raphael is eating a lot. Shocking.

Raphael opened an inn??? And he's the cook. But he never gets compliments on his cooking, which makes him think his food tastes bad. He confesses that he doesn't know how to cook.

Ashe volunteers to teach Raphael how to cook.

Ashe thinks one of the best feelings in the world is when someone likes the food you cook.

Ashe test tries Raphael's food, which is just a pile of meat lol. Raphael doesn't understand why people would want anything else.

He describes Raphael's food like bacon wrapped around a salt lick lamo.

Unlike the Empire which won't eat their veggies like a bunch of spoiled brats, Ashe is promoting healthy veggie eating and understands food is best when you match complimentary flavors, including veggies, those Empire heathens.

Poor Raphael gets confused. Ashe talks about seasoning, and Raphael thinks like spring, summer, etc . . . and not like garlic.

Ashe is determined to help though.

Fairly wholesome support.

ASHE & INGRID B

They only got 1 support :(

Ingrid's troubled. Ashe notices. But she denies it.

Ashe encourages Ingrid to talk to him.

Ingrid's amazed by how fertile the lands are. And it's Faerghus lands. It's because of lack of snow and lots of fields.

Both Ashe and Ingrid notice things like the wheat fields.

Ingrid basically lives on rocks. So, hard to grow food.

Ashe thinks the effort will pay off later, even if Ingrid doesn't live long enough to see the results.

Ashe was quoting King Loog. Ingrid notices, lol. They start geeking out a bit. I love Ashe and Ingrid geeking out.

Dagda apparently also has soil issues. They have a crop they can grow despite that, but can't remember the name, but thinks Shamir might know. So Ingrid has hope she can learn it.

Ashe says he's just helping her as a friend, not a knight.

He can relate to being hungry because he grew up poor.

INGRID & ANNETTE B

Annette is trying to convince herself to grab something and run. Ingrid accidentally scares her. It's dark outside, so Annette's likely afraid of ghosts or something lol.

Of course, Annette wants a book she left in the mess hall. A woman after my own heart, braving fear because of love of a book.

Ingrid was heading there too. Annette's like this is destiny.

It's so dark even Ingrid gets spooked, but not as much as Annette. Who runs into a pile of crates lol.

Ingrid asks Annette if she's afraid of the dark. And poor Annette is, but really wishes she wasn't.

Ingrid, though, isn't afraid of the dark or ghosts. Annette is fascinated how Ingrid isn't afraid of ghosts.

Ingrid's brothers used to tell her those stories, but Ingrid thinks it's proof ghosts isn't real because you'd run into them more.

Ingrid actually wishes ghosts were real, because then she'd be able to talk to the dead still. But accepts that the dead are dead.

Annette circles that back to living while you're still alive.

Annette decides to walk back by herself to conquer her fears.

Ingrid is impressed with Annette's attitude.

INGRID & DEDUE A

This is a support I'm very curious about. It's their only one, but it's A. Plus, this game has handled Ingrid and Duscur much better.

Dedue has "brought substance" - it's just a cream puff lol.

Ingrid is happy with the timing. She's writing reports on their last fight in the Duscur region. And thinks it'll be a while until things stabilize.

Both Ingrid and Dedue agree that the Kingdom and Duscur have good and bad people. Ingrid gets upset over the innocent people getting lumped into the bad ones.

Dedue says he used to hate Faerghus, but meeting the nice people like Dimitri and others has made him expand his views.

People used to throw stones at Dedue - and Dimitri too :(

Ingrid says she would've remained gnorant about Duscur if she'd never meant Dedue.

Dedue says he finds Ingrid's willingness to change admirable. Ingrid admits she has a long way to go still.

She invites Dedue to go get a snack together and suggests an inn that Dimitri suggested with good food, owned by someone from Duscur. Pretty sure that was mentioned in her support with him.

Dedue is just pissed that Dimitri went wandering around town with only just Ingrid, seeing it as reckless, lamo.

I love all the Blue Lions, man.

YURI & SETETH A

Yuri fell for a trap. Because it was his "second worst" brush with death, Seteth is curious about the first. It was the plague that wrecked Faerghus (and killed Dimitri's mother). Yuri survived without a doctor's help.

An old man saved him. They found some old man on the road, took him in, and then later he saved Yuri. But is dead by now.

Seteth seems to know who it is.

There's a legend that one of the Ten Elites got sick and got healthy after getting a crest from a Saint.

So Seteth thinks Yuri got his rare crest from the actual saint? Or close descendant of.

So that explains why Yuri's hinted at living longer than average, and has a super rare crest.

Seteth is happy to learn one of his old friends may have found peace in his final moments because he got to save a child's life.

I don't know if his House's supports tells you about this lore, but it's cool to learn it here.

It's also nice to see Yuri talk to someone without picking a fight. He was so chill, almost friendly to Seteth rather than sounding a bit like a fanfic edgelord initially (like, I like Yuri, but some of him reeks of baby's first fanfic OC).

SHEZ & FLAYN A

Flayn's upset with Seteth, who told her no about something.

Man, Seteth and Flayn's relationship would be creepy as fuck if they were really siblings. Like, Seteth is extremely controlling of Flayn, and often it looks like the typical icky "my woman must remain pure!!!" Like, not only do they treat the women in their family like possessions, not people, but seem especially interested in owning their genitals and sexuality. It's so extremely weird and gross, and why I pretty much can't stand Holst anymore (he seemed alright at first, but some supports are so ick).

But learning that their father-daughter helps (it's still gross, but less weird because at least he's a legit authority figure in her life and not her . . . brother), but knowing it's actually because TWSITD want to torture Flayn to death, that his people got genocided and turned into super weapons, and that she healed so many people she nearly died too (which would leave him with no family) makes it not offputting. It's actually a pretty smart way of using tropes that seems set up to make us dislike him (over controlling father) and then a big "ohhhhh" once you learn the WHY isn't the typical creepy "my girl is not a whore!" obsession wayyyyy too many men have.

OK, back to the support now.

Seteth is trying to block Flayn from going out entirely. Poor Flayn. But with TWSITD on the move, it does make sense.

Shez is very concerned with Flayn. I love how empathetic Shez is while still being realistically distant enough to be a merc and pretty straight forward. I actually REALLY like Shez. Esp F!Shez.

Flayn is going to listen to Seteth because she doesn't want to make it hard on him.

After the war, they plan on going out together again.

Flayn is grateful it's F!Shez and not M!Shez bc a woman is less sus to Seteth than a man. I wonder how the M!Shez one goes.

Haha, Shez can offer to help Flayn sneak out, or talk her out of it. I totally offered to help her sneak out lol.

MAIN BATTLE

Do we ever learn what happened to Edelgard? Or did she get yeeted from the plot?

She's missing this battle. Aegir lost her. What an idiot. He looks so funny in that armor. I'm glad in this route at least, I get to kick his ass, not save his ass (unlike the other 2 routes).

I do not understand the hype around Caspar's dad. He folds like a twig when I fight him.

Killed Aegis. Such a tragedy. /s

OMG. I beat that chapter in like 4 minutes. Dimitri is so overleveled and stupidly strong. He just kills so fast. It's hilarious and fun. But I also miss S rank because I didn't kill enough. He kills too fast.

They still can't find Edelgard.

It'll be weird if we don't get a monastery chapter.

Byleth insists on looking for Edelgard more because he feels she's nearby.

Byleth and Shez look for Edelgard together. Which makes me hope we get dialogue between them.

Unless this is the start of the special chapter? Ok switching to the next post now.

xxxx

[thelaisydazy]

Mama's Boy - Chapter 3

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Petra "Mama" Mayfield

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Tap. Tap.

Petra rapped her knuckles against the frame of Captain Price’s door, seeing the captain sitting at his desk through the open door. The older man had been smoking his cigar and looking over some paperwork. He looked up seeing the medic standing in his doorway. Price was a good bit older than Petra, she’d guess at least a decade but she couldn’t be certain. He sported a short, well-kept beard, mostly dark brown with a few flecks of gray. His hair was the same color as his beard and it was cropped short and usually covered by a bucket hat. In many ways he reminded her of her father back home, a hardass at times, but he clearly cared for the team and usually greeted them with a smile that looked all too goofy on his face.

“Mama,” he smiled, his eyes crinkling as he did. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Several things, sir,” Petra said, not matching the pleasantness in his voice, she stood stiffly across the desk from him. She did her best to keep from scrunching her nose up at the smell that wafted from his cigar as it made her stomach churn. “First, when Laswell told me about the team, she mentioned I was being brought on as a combat medic. But the team has gone on several missions since my arrival and I’ve remained on base for all of them.” Petra caught herself a moment later, correcting her posture to stand straight, arms folded at her back, shoulders squared. “Being cooped up in the clinic isn’t exactly what I’d signed on for. I was made to believe my skills would be needed on the field as well.”

Price was quiet for a moment, taking a long puff of his cigar. “You’re right,” he said, blowing out thick smoke. “In all honesty, we don’t have a medical team here. I’d rather not put the only medic we have in a position to get injured herself.”

She tensed at his words. Despite it being an hour or two later, Ghost’s words still burned in her ears. You're our only medic. We can't afford to have you laid up for a few days.

“That brings me to my other issue,” Petra said. “If there is so much of an issue with risking me out on the field, why not have another medic on base?” She paused for a moment as another thought dawned on her. “Honestly, sir, if your intention from the start had been to simply have a medic to keep the clinic running smoothly, I would have rather gotten my discharge finalized.”

Price seemed taken aback by this, his eyes widening. “Now, I never said anything like that,” he said defensively, putting his hands up in defeat. “I know this isn’t exactly what you signed up for. I’m grateful you’ve stuck around this long Mama.”

“Don’t Mama me,” Petra’s voice was sharp, words spilling out despite herself. She stepped quickly forward, pressing her palms against the desk with a sigh. “Please, just give me a chance at least. I have more skills than just counting supplies and tracking Ghost down when he thinks he doesn't need medical attention.”

Captain Price was quiet for a moment, placing his cigar down on the ashtray on his desk. His face was that of understanding, though Petra could see a flash of annoyance in his eyes at her tone. The medic stepped back a few paces, standing at attention again, apologizing quietly.

“You’re right, Petra,” he finally said. “We haven’t been giving you the chance to show us what you can really do. I’ll look for a second medic to keep on base. In the meantime, how often do your duties in the clinic need to be fulfilled?”

Has it been this easy all along? Petra asked herself. “Ideally, counts should be done daily,” she started. “However with how few of us there are, every other day should suffice as long as the clinic is kept locked when it isn’t in use.” She saw Price shift, about to speak. “I can set up a small first aid kit with some basics outside the door if anyone needs anything simple.”

The older man nodded thoughtfully. “Alright. Then on the days when you aren’t doing counts, I want you training,” he said. “Mornings you can work on hand-to-hand combat and in the afternoon you’ll be on the range. How’s that sound, lass?”

“Perfect, sir,” Petra said, satisfaction rising in her chest.

“Good, we start tomorrow with your training,” Price nodded, picking up his cigar again. “Might take a few weeks to get a new medic out here, but I’ll see what I can do. Now get your counts done.”

“Yes Sir.” Petra turned to leave, pausing at the door. “Sir,” she said. “If I may, I’ve worked closely with Whip from Ankara. He’s a good medic and he won’t mind being stuck on base if need be.” Price nodded, jotting the name down on a notepad.

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Petra stood in the clinic, carefully counting the supplies and medicines they had stocked. She made notes of what she’d need for the first aid kit: bandages of varying sizes, antiseptic wipes, antibacterial ointments, and a small bottle of over the counter, generic painkillers. Anything that required more than that she’d need to deal with herself anyway.

A styrofoam cup filled with coffee appeared on the counter beside her.

Petra turned quickly, seeing Ghost standing there again holding a cup of his own that looked far too small in his hand, balaclava still concealing his features. The medic raised a brow at him, picking the cup of coffee from the counter, sipping the bitter drink, and ignoring the way it burned her tongue.

“I didn’t take you for a coffee guy,” she said, turning back to her count.

“It’s tea,” Ghost answered. She didn’t have to look at him to know he was watching her with those dark eyes of his. “Price said you were starting training tomorrow.”

Petra clicked her tongue as she finished counting a shelf, scribbling down the numbers.

“If I can’t handle a run, right?” she quipped back. She brought the coffee back to her lips, sipping it. “I was thinking of asking Gaz or Soap for help with hand-to-hand combat. Roach is good with guns, right?” Ghost only hummed in affirmation. “I might get his help on the range then.”

There was something in his dark eyes as he watched the way her thumb stroked the warm Styrofoam cup she was holding, something she couldn't quite read. She might've been able to, had it not been for that damned balaclava he always wore. Another quiet moment passed as the two drank the warm liquids in their cups.

“Why the sudden interest?” Ghost broke the silence, still watching her, observing. In the few months she’d been with the team, she’d never so much as mentioned going into the field.

Petra hummed over her coffee. “I’m not used to being cooped up,” she answered simply. “I was about to be discharged when Laswelll recruited me. Figured if I’m going to stay enlisted, I might as well get the most out of it.”

“Discharged? You were going to leave?” His question didn’t come as a surprise, she’d been one signature away from heading home when she joined the task force.

“Needed to get away,” Petra barely explained, she leaned back against the counter, finishing the last of her coffee. It was strong. She didn’t say much about her reasoning for leaving the military, letting her quick response hang in the air, though she could see understanding in Ghost’s eyes. “I need to get back to work. Thanks for the coffee.”

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That night at dinner, Petra sat in the common area with the rest of the team, it was one of those rare nights where everyone was eating together. Gaz had made a trip into the nearby town, returning with enough food for everyone to share. Chinese. Petra was seated on the beaten couch next to Roach, legs tucked under herself as she bit into a few vegetables. The room was quiet. Soap, Gaz, and Price were all at the table eating, Ghost in a chair a little further away, his balaclava pulled up over his nose. This was the most Petra got to see of his face, the contour of his jaw and the tiny bit of light color stubble over his chin.

A tap on her shoulder caught her attention, Petra turned to Roach, who motioned like he was holding a cup. She nodded as he stood and walked to the fridge, and retrieved a pair of water bottles. She thanked him with a motion of her hand as he returned, twisting the lid off and drinking a few gulps.

Over her shoulder she could hear Soap and Gaz talking, Soap’s thick Scottish accent making it difficult to understand what he was saying. He was one of the shorter members of the task force, though he was still much taller than Petra. His blue eyes caught Petra watching him.

“Yer not fixin’ to throw another shoe at me are ya, lass?” he shot through a mouthful of noodles. Despite his annoyance earlier that day, Petra could tell he’d calmed down and had now taken to teasing her about the incident.

She grinned at him. “Yeah, I was trying to figure out if my aim was good enough to hit that stupid mohawk of yours without getting Gaz in the process,” she teased back. She could see Price shake his head, a bad attempt to hide his smile as Gaz turned in his seat.

“I brought everyone dinner, I’d rather not get hit,” the sergeant pleaded, pressing his palms together and bowing his head. Gaz had darker skin and the shadows of a black mustache, his black curls were hidden under his cap. “But please knock that thing off his head.”

“Away an bile yer heid!” Soap barked.

“English! MacTavish,” Ghost grunted in annoyance from across the room, his eyes sharp on the man.

“Sorry sir, let me translate,” Soap snapped back, turning his glare back to Gaz. “Go fuck yourself.”

Behind her, Petra thought she heard a chuckle from Roach as he reached out a hand giving a thumbs up.

“Better,” Ghost rumbled, returning to his meal.

Captain Price stood up, chuckling and shaking his head. “You lot have far too much energy for this late in the evening,” he said. “I'm off.” The captain left the room then, heading for his quarters for the evening.

When everyone else had finished eating, Soap fished a few beers from the fridge. He slid one across the table to Gaz and tossed one to Roach. Ghost, as always refused the beer, opting to make himself a cup of tea instead. Soap offered one to Petra who shook her head.

“You don't drink, Doc?” Soap asked, raising a brow.

“I don't make a habit of it,” Petra replied. “Occasionally I like tequila.” She laughed when Soap twisted his face, complaining that tequila tasted of dog piss.

“Next time we go out drinking you're coming with us, lass,” Soap beamed.

Petra could just picture the Scotsman drinking entirely too much, ending up with a hangover the next morning and begging her for something for his headache. In the few times the guys had gone out for drinks since she’d arrived, he’d had a hangover every time.

“Sounds like a blast,” she rolled her eyes as she spoke. Though, it wouldn’t be the worst idea to spend a little time with the team, especially if she was to join them in the field soon. A warm mug of coffee slid into her hands, making her turn green eyes up to Ghost as he walked back to his chair near the corner of the room. Petra paused, taking a sip, the warm liquid radiating through her body, calming her and clearing her mind, jogging her memory. “I had a chat with Price earlier about going on missions with you guys, he said I needed to get some more training in before then. Mornings working on hand-to-hand combat and afternoons on the range, I’d really appreciate some help getting back up to speed.”

There was a tap on her shoulder. Roach signed his willingness to help eagerly as he grinned over the neck of his bottle of beer.

Gaz turned to face the couch, raising his hand slightly, his face questioning. “Hold on,” he said. “Not that no one wants you coming with us, but if you’re training all the time, who’s taking care of the clinic?”

“It's gonna be locked up when I'm not in there,” Petra explained, sipping at her coffee again. She might regret the caffeine so late at night, but the taste was so soothing and warm she couldn't help it. “But I'm going to leave a first aid kit with some basic supplies in it in case something happens, and if there's anything serious I'll just open the clinic and take care of it. In the meantime though, Price is looking into getting another medic on base.”

Soap clapped a hand on her back then, nearly making her spill the coffee and eliciting a glare from Ghost. “Well lass, I'll be happy to help you with the combat training in the morning,” he said, a wide grin on his face.

The medic looked up at him sharply, noting his beer was already half empty. She was grateful he was willing to help her, but she half expected him to be too hungover in the morning to be of any real help. Still, she nodded her appreciation.

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A few hours later, Petra and Ghost were herding the sergeants to their dorms, the former giggling as Gaz and Soap half stumbled down the hall. The lieutenant was less amused, hanging back and grumbling as Ghost could hear Roach snoring from where he'd been thrown over the broad man’s shoulder.

After ushering Gaz and Soap into their respective rooms, Petra opened Roach's door, allowing Ghost to carry him inside, dropping the young soldier on the bed before rejoining Petra in the hall.

Petra was shaking her head, holding back a giggle and smiling. “I'd hate to see what they're like out at a bar,” she joked.

“About the same,” Ghost rumbled. He turned dark eyes to her, the mask over his face giving nothing away. He lingered in the hallway for a moment before turning and starting to walk away.

A short while later, Petra found him outside as she was bringing a bag of the night's garbage out to the dumpster. He was standing near the backdoor, back leaned against the wall, a lit cigarette between his lips.

“Those things can kill you, you know,” she said, raising a brow as he turned to look at her. The two of them stood there in silence for a while, staring each other down. Then Petra held her hand out, leaving the bag of garbage on the ground next to the door.

Ghost watched her for a moment, his lidded eyes questioning before he relented, holding out the cigarette and tensing as he prepared to be scolded by the medic. Instead, his eyes widened with surprise as Petra brought the cigarette to her lips, taking a drag and blowing out the bitter smoke. He watched as her shoulders relaxed a bit and some of the tension left her body.

“I didn't expect you smoked,” he said, fishing a new cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

“Were you expecting me to scold you?” Petra asked, a smirk playing on her lips.

“A bit,” Ghost replied, flicking some ash from his cigarette. He watched her a few moments longer, allowing himself to take in the way she looked. The frizzy dirty blonde curls, still damp and barely tamed into a low bun at the back of her head. The tired but focused look in her green eyes. She always looked so determined, resolute in whatever task she set herself to. This afternoon in the gym had been the first time he’d seen those eyes falter.

He’d spotted her running on the treadmill when he entered for his own workout. Admittedly, he stopped and just watched her for a while, the way her body moved, the way the softer parts of her moved just slightly more with each step. Her eyes had lost focus though, looking as if they could see clear through the wall of mirrors in front of her. He’d walked closer then, keeping his eyes on her, waiting for her to notice he’d approached her, but she didn’t. Instead, in her daze, her steps faltered and her legs started to give way.

Ghost sprang forward then, scooping the small medic up and placing her all too gently on the concrete floor. His heart pounded in his chest like a freight train. It felt as though he’d been holding his breath when her eyes finally looked at him, focusing again.

Perhaps he’d been too harsh in his reaction, but he felt no need to apologize for his actions. The task force didn’t need an injured medic.

“What’s the real reason you’re suddenly so interested in going on missions?” he asked, watching her snuff out the last of the stolen cigarette. “If you were so upset about not getting discharged, you would have left by now.”

“I don’t like feeling like I’m not doing anything,” Petra said. She bent down, her small hand wrapping itself around the top of the garbage bag she’d carried out. “I need to feel useful, you know?”

Ghost nodded his understanding, blowing out another puff of smoke. “You waited three months to speak up?” he pressed.

Petra put a hand up. “It didn’t sink in until earlier today in the gym,” she said. “I’ve been here three months and I still don’t exactly know what you guys do out there. I haven’t been off of a base in even longer, I think it’s been six months.”

The lieutenant was quiet again, he stood away from the wall, bending and taking the garbage bag from her, his large hand brushing over her smaller one as he did. Petra drew her hand back, looking up at him again as he effortlessly lifted the bag and carried it to the nearby dumpster before returning to where he’d left her by the door. The two of them lingered there for several long, quiet moments, the smell of cigarettes between them.

“You are useful, Mama,” Ghost broke the silence. His gaze was heavy on her, holding her in that spot with the weight his eyes held alone. ��Roach was in bad shape when you first came here, you nursed him back to health, helped him get his strength back. And a few days ago, you might have saved my life as well. Don’t doubt yourself.”

Petra softened as she caught the usual coldness in his eyes briefly thaw as he spoke. She tore her eyes from him, looking to her boots instead.

“Thanks Ghost.”

[peachymilkandcream]

Written In Blood|Part 16|Modern Yandere Levi x Evelyn

WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon, graphic descriptions of violence, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere behaviour/themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, wishing rape upon someone, misogyny, mentions of child abuse, blackmail, revenge porn, murder, etc.

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Levi enjoyed having another outlet to poor his time into something other than his personal projects. Work always gave him the release he needed to keep focused on his more pressing tasks.

However he would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about Evelyn at the moment. He did hate leaving his prey on their own. That's how one of his victims killed herself. He had accidentally left her for too long and she killed herself by drinking his cleaning products rather than die of starvation and dehydration.

So he had to try hard to hide his excitement when the clock read five, taking a moment to scroll through Petra's public apology and how she was to blame, not Levi. Since their FaceTime chat, he hadn't heard from Petra, hopefully she got the hint and would leave him the hell alone from now on.

He was much too busy for her drama.

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Levi didn't announce he was home, simply walking into the bedroom and setting down his briefcase on the bed.

Evelyn woke up, stretching and facing him with her best impression of anger. Deep down she was giddy, she knew something he didn't and now she was going to bring justice to all those women by putting down this pig once and for all.

"It seems you took my advice." He sits on the edge closest to her and undoes his tie. "Did you sleep well?"

She nods, not knowing what to say to him.

"And how about our little project?"

She hands him the notebook and he starts reading, focusing on it as if he were reading legal documents, not a fiction novel.

While he reads Evelyn grips the hot fork tighter under the sheets, it was burning her fingers but she couldn't afford to reach for it while he was still here.

"Not bad for a rough draft. Good thing I'm your new editor, I'll get my red pen and tell you what needs to be adjusted."

As he reaches for it in the bedside table Evelyn lunges, stabbing him in the torso while he's in shock. Sickening thud after thud is heard while she relentlessly stabs him, the hiss of hot metal meeting flesh keeps the blood spray to a minimum, but a small amount gets on her hands.

It was working, she was doing it, she was going to kill him. No man could survive much more of this, she was going to be the one to kill him in the end, not wait around for her fate.

Just as she thought he was getting weaker he grabbed her wrist, quickly gaining leverage and twisting her wrist until she let go of it.

The fury and rage in his eyes terrified her more than his cold calm, now he was going to kill her. She prayed that his wounds would get to him before he could do real damage, but it didn't stop him from stabbing her in the shoulder and arms over and over.

Evelyn screams in pain with the cuts in her body, her grip on him becoming more and more slippery as more blood soaks out.

"Tell me how much it hurts, you deserve it, you bitch- think you can fucking do that to me-!"

Eventually he stops, throwing the fork to the floor as he crazed look dies down slightly, assessing the damage.

"Shut the fuck up. You'll live. And unfortunately for you sweetheart so will I. But your little stunt is going to cost the both of us." He turns to his closet and brings out a pair of his underwear and a shirt, dressing her quickly. At least this way she would be clothed enough, since his pants sure as hell wouldn't fit her. "Get up. I have to get us both to the hospital now thanks to you."

When she doesn't submit at once, still holding herself and crying Levi drags her out of bed. Normally he would carry her but he wasn't going to risk more damage to himself when he could just drag her.

"Let's go. And I swear if you say anything I'll make that a lot worse. Just follow my lead and do as I do."

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The ride and checking into the hospital was tense. Levi seemed well enough to do all this but Evelyn could tell it took a lot out of him, he looked pale and was clearly sweating from pain, his white shirt stained with red holes. She had done damage, just not enough.

"So what happened?" The nurse asked, applying pressure to Evelyn's wounds while another tends to Levi's bandages.

"We've had a lot of break ins lately, and my girlfriend has become a little bit paranoid. It was my fault really, I didn't tell her it was me and just entered the apartment, she thought I was a thug and used the closest thing. She felt so guilty injuring me she turned the fork on herself before I could stop her."

The nurse seems concerned. "Mr. Ackerman, can I speak to you privately for a second?"

"Of course." She shuts the curtain between them, the alleged couple on opposite sides of the room, but Evelyn can still hear the nurse's voice even though she speaks low.

"I'll be honest Mr. Ackerman, that's not normal. Is there somewhere you can stay with a person you trust? I would suggest getting out of this situation as quickly and safely as possible so that this never happens again."

Evelyn could laugh, Levi was the murderer and yet he was being coddled like a victim. The world was a cruel place.

"I assure you I have it all worked out. But there's nothing more I can do, you see I'm her advocate and if she came in today alone some of the things she said could get her institutionalized."

"I understand, but please, think about this carefully."

"I will. Thank you."

Since Evelyn had behaved so well Levi left her on her own to bring the car around. The nurses had advised him to stay at the hospital and be admitted, but the superior intelligence of such a royal jackass vehemently denied needing it, checking them out against medical advice.

As she waiting, Evelyn got to the habit of staring at the people who filtered in and out, wondering their story. Were any of them going through the same thing she was?

She looked at the payphone and thought for a moment, who would she call? The police? No doubt Levi had them all in his pocket. The medical staff believed she was crazy, and it would be easy for Levi to sell the story elsewhere. Petra had masturbated to Evelyn's assault, enjoying seeing her ex-best friend squirm under the weight of such a powerful man. Who could she even trust?

The thought hit her, and she knew she was crazy. She had to be. What kind of fool would think to call him?

But her feet moved on their own, picking up some change on the ground dropped from a careless and frantic call.

It run once, twice, three times.

"Hello?"

Evelyn saw Levi's expensive car pull up to the front doors before he followed, walking through and instantly scanning for her.

"I need help. I can't talk, no questions. Just come get me."

Upon not seeing Evelyn where he left her Levi started scanning the room and hallways. Where had she run off to? Injured or not clearly he couldn't trust her not to do stupid and dangerous things. He'd have to train that rebellion.

Finally he sees her standing opposite a payphone, and his rage mounts as he rough drags her away from it, ensuring no one was looking.

"What the hell do you think your doing? Do you want me to finish the job?"

"I couldn't do it..."

"Excuse me?"

"I was going to call, call the police, but I know you have them in your pockets too...."

A smug grin comes to Levi's face. "Wise choice. You're right. I would've had you released back to me or locked up for being crazy in a moment. Now let's go home."

As he brings her away, Evelyn can't help but glance back at the phone, hoping he still cared about her enough to rescue her from this hell.

[pickalilywrites]

Levi plans to asks out Petra for Valentines day, but Zeke beats him to it. Feeling upset by it, he stays in, but receives a call from Petra herself asking if she could come over after a terrible date with Zeke.

last one. thanks for waiting :)

right here waiting

rivetra. high school au. 2689 words

Once again, Levi misses the entrance to “Wings of Freedom,” a song he and his friends have rehearsed at least a hundred times by now. He knows the song by heart, but he keeps coming in half a beat early because his mind is elsewhere. Mike and Hanji are about to keep going, but Levi makes a rewinding gesture with his finger to signal them to go back to the beginning even though this is the fifth time tonight he’s messed up the beginning. This isn’t even the first song Levi’s messed up. They’ve been at it for an hour already and the entrances that Levi hasn’t missed have been sung with flat notes and were completely void of feeling. At this latest mistake, Mike and Hanji exchange looks.  

Rather than strumming the opening chords once more, Hanji tucks their pick into the strings of their guitar. “Do you want to take a break, Levi? You seem kind of out of it. It’s not like we don’t practice every other day. We could take tonight off,” they suggest.  

“I’m not out of it. I’m fine,” Levi snaps perhaps more harshly than he intended based on the eyebrow that Mike raises. He’ll feel guilty about it later and give Hanji a belated apology once he’s in a better mood. Thankfully, his friend knows about his moods enough not to mind. With a sigh, Levi rubs his face and says more calmly, “It’s fine. Let’s just take it from the top again.”  

Mike has already set his drumsticks aside and stretches his arms above his head. “Nah, let’s take a break. I could use one, and you’re in one of those moods again. Might as well just call it a night so you can spend the night being grumpy about Zeke and Petra without any distractions,” he says as Hanji snickers.  

“There’s no Zeke and Petra,” Levi snaps reflexively even though he should be denying that he’s grumpy about them in the first place.  

The drummer of their band has hit the nail on the head, though. Levi’s been in a horrible mood leading up to today. It’s not that he hates Valentine’s Day. Most years he doesn’t pay any attention to it, but this year is different because he had plans. He had only failed to act upon them fast enough and suddenly Petra had been swept away on a date by someone else. To make things worse, the person who had asked Petra out before Levi could get the question out of his mouth is Zeke Jaeger, the most pretentious asshole in their school. It’s enough to make Levi swear off all subsequent Valentine’s Days altogether. 

“I mean, there’s kind of a Zeke and Petra,” Hanji says. They pull up a chair and sit backwards on it, their arms resting on the back of the chair. “They’re going out tonight. They’ve probably had dinner at a nice, swanky restaurants, the ones that cook the steaks right in front of you. But should you really feel bad? If Petra’s going out with someone like Zeke Jaeger, you have to question her taste in men. Maybe you dodged a bullet.”  

Mike shakes his head. “It’s not her fault. That guy is charming as fuck. He really buttered me up talking about indie bands. Just when I thought we were being great friends, he asked me if I could lend him my history homework because he forgot to do it last night. He knows how to get people to like him. He’s insidious,” Mike says. 

“SAT word,” Hanji says, throwing up a hand to air high-five Mike.  

“Did you give him your homework?” Levi asks Mike. 

“... yes,” Mike admits reluctantly. 

“Tch.” 

“He’s really charismatic!” Mike protests as Hanji cackles.  

“Well, I guess that’s true. It’s hard not to like him when he’s directed his attention towards you. The dude is charming and sociable, pretty much everything you’re not,” Hanji says to Levi who scowls in reply. Hanji should probably stop talking now if they want to avoid Levi’s ire, but somehow they’ve never felt the need to watch Levi’s temper. “I guess it’s not really Petra’s fault in the end. Does she even know you’re interested in her? If you really wanted to pursue her, you should have asked her out before Zeke. She probably went with him because she didn’t think you were interested in dating her.”  

“It’s fine. It’s whatever. It’s over now, so can we just ... practice or whatever?” Levi asks because he doesn’t want to talk about it right now or ever. He’d really like to just play music the entire night, but he knows that his lack of concentration is going to make any rehearsal difficult. He hears Mike and Hanji start up the first few bars of “Wings of Freedom” once more, but they play half-heartedly, their own morale affected by Levi’s bad mood. In the end, Levi lets out a tired sigh and sits on the couch in the corner of the garage and curls up with the notebook he and the others use to scrawl lyrics when they’re brainstorming.  

The walls of the garage reverberate from the drum beats that Mike practices, a low, syncopated rhythm that pulses against Levi’s ear. Hanji is strumming away softly, practicing a different song. As they play, they hum the countermelody to a song that is still in their drafts. The noise is something that would probably distract other people from writing new music, but Levi is used to it by now and filters it out, allowing it to fade into the background of his mind as he fiddles with his pencil and stares at a blank page. He doesn’t write a word on it but he can already see the words “I’m sorry” scribbled over and over the page in his own handwriting.  

He’s not sure why his own hesitation is preventing him from asking Petra out. They’re just words, and the worst thing she can do is say no. At least he believed that was the worst thing that could happen. It turns out that not doing anything and having the worst person in the world ask out the girl he likes instead is the worst thing that can happen. But if Levi is too much of a coward to ask Petra out, does he even deserve to go out with her in the first place? Maybe he should resign himself to being a pathetic loner for the rest of his life. 

Levi is still moping on the couch when his phone vibrates. Without looking at the screen, he picks up. “What is it?” 

There’s a crackle on the other end and the sound of cars passing by. The person on the other side doesn’t speak, just makes a noise like sniffling, and for a moment Levi wonders if he’s being prank called. He has half a mind to just hang up when he suddenly hears Petra’s voice.  

“L-Levi, can you c-come pick me up?” she asks, her voice breaking towards the end.  

He’s already off the couch and grabbing his jacket off, shrugging it on while still keeping the phone to his ear. “Yeah, of course. Let me know where to pick you up. I’ll leave right now,” he says, ignoring the curious looks he’s receiving from his bandmates. He nods as Petra tells him the address and lets her know that he’ll be there soon before hanging up. 

“Was that Petra?” Hanji asks, interest piqued. They’ve stopped strumming on their guitar. They’re too excited to stand still, bouncing up and down on the balls of their feet. It’s obvious from the expression on their face that they want to extract as much information from Levi as possible but they’re withholding questions so as to not hold Levi back from the task at hand. “Levi, go to her!”  

Levi’s hand is on the doorknob already. “I’m going,” he scowls.  

“Go to her, Levi!” Mike echoes with a grin on his face.  

“Go to her! Go to her!” Hanji and Mike call as Levi runs out.  

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Levi isn’t surprised when he pulls up to the address that Petra has given him. It’s Giovanni’s, one of those steakhouses that people dress up to go to and where the chefs cook the steaks right in front of you. It’s on the other side of town where most of the upscale restaurants and stores are. Levi’s never been in this area except to drive right past it, but it’s a neighborhood that suits the tastes of a rich, privileged, pretentious surgeon’s son like Zeke.  

As he pulls up to the restaurant, he sees Petra waiting outside, shivering in the cold even though she has a perfectly good men’s blazer folded over her arm. She had taken the time to dress up for the dinner. She’s wearing a off-shoulder cocktail dress made of a rich, red satin with matching heels, and her ginger hair has been curled immaculately to frame her face. She must have been wearing makeup earlier, but the only evidence of it is the faint red that still stains her lips. Her eyes are still red from crying, but her expression turns from sadness to relief when she sees Levi’s beat-up car pull into a parking spot.  

She hurries to the car, heels clicking against the pavement, and slips inside. As soon as she gets in, she crumples into the seat. She doesn’t cry, but she’s taking deep breaths as she tries to compose herself. After a while, she says shakily, ��I don’t want to talk about it.”  

“Okay” is all Levi says and he pulls out of the parking lot and starts on the long ride home. He should have turned on the radio so Petra wouldn’t feel self-conscious about crying if she needs to, but there’s too high a chance of radio stations marathoning love songs so he decides silence is the best option. Periodically, he glances at Petra, but she keeps her head down so that her hair covers her face. In her lap sits the blazer folded nicely as her fingers pick off invisible lint.  

They’re stopped at a stoplight when something compels Levi to make conversation.  

“You look pretty,” he tells Petra, and he regrets it instantly. It’s not like him to hand out compliments for free.  

“Yeah, pretty fucking pathetic,” Petra says with a self-deprecating laugh. It’s only now that she lifts her head, brushing her hair away from her face. She leans against the side door, one arm resting on the elbow rest while her cheek is pressed against her hand. Even miserable, she looks beautiful. “This isn’t how I imagined the evening was going to turn out.”  

He wonders how she thought the evening was going to turn out. She probably thought Zeke was going to take her home, maybe kiss her on the doorstep, and then make their relationship official by announcing it to the school on Monday morning. God, the thought of it makes him sick.  

“He left me at the restaurant,” Petra continues without any prompting from Levi. She looks more angry than miserable now, her brows furrowed in frustration as she tries to understand why the night had taken a turn for the worse. She glances at Levi from the corner of her eye to gauge his expression as she recounts the night. “We were having a good time, at least I thought so. He took me to such a nice place, and I dressed up for it, too. We both had the steak and the waiter even said we were such a beautiful couple.”  

Here, she doesn’t notice the slight grimace on Levi’s face.  

“And then he got a call from someone. I didn’t think much of it, although looking back now it was really rude of him to pick up someone else’s call while he was on a date with me, especially since it wasn’t an emergency or anything,” Petra says. The more she speaks, the more she fiddles with the blazer sitting on her lap. She rubs the fabric of the sleeve between her fingers anxiously. “He came back after his call — and we had just ordered a dessert to split between us — and told me had to leave for a party. That junior for Paradis University he interviewed with for admissions called him and invited him to a party, said it was good for an incoming freshman to network with people and get a taste of university life outside of just the academics.”  

“Hmm,” Levi hums as he listens. He doesn’t like a single word he hears. Listening to anything regarding Zeke usually annoys him, but everything Petra has just said is making his blood boil over. He tries to keep his voice calm and level as he asks, “He couldn’t have taken you? Or at least driven you home?” 

“I wasn’t invited. He said it would make me uncomfortable if I went because I wouldn’t know anyone. Never mind that he doesn’t know anyone aside from the person who interviewed him,” Petra says bitterly. She rolls up the blazer now and sets it beside her instead of letting it take up space on her lap. “The party was at a house near the campus. It’s the complete opposite direction of where we live, so Zeke asked me to call one of my friends to pick me up so he could just drive there right away. And then he left me there.”  

“Asshole.”  

“I know!” Petra says, and it gives Levi a level of satisfaction that she agrees with him. She turns to Levi now, her hands on the arm rest between them. “He didn’t even wait for the dessert to come either. He just peeled out of there and I had to pay the bill, too.”  

Levi has always known Zeke was terrible, but everything Petra tells him makes Zeke look exponentially worse. It’s like there’s no limit to how awful that asshole can be. He’s gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles have turned white. 

“He told me he’d pay me back on Monday and then left me with his stupid jacket,” Petra sighs. She flicks the blazer beside her with a finger and then turns away to look out the window again. “I spent an hour crying in the bathroom before I called you. One of the waitresses felt bad for me and snuck me an extra dessert. God, I’m so pathetic.” 

“It’s not you,” Levi tells her. “Zeke just sucks. You deserve better. You deserve someone who respects you and treats you right. You deserve someone who doesn’t make you blame yourself when he’s the one being a shithead.”  

Petra laughs half-heartedly and Levi’s words, but she does seem in better spirits than she was earlier this evening. “If you ever find a guy like that, let me know. Tell him I’ll be right here waiting.”  

Levi wants to be that guy. He wants to be the guy that’s better. He wants to be the one to take Petra to dinner, the one to never abandon her. He wants to be the one that Petra deserves and the one that deserves her, but he’s not sure if he is. All this time he’s been right here waiting to see if he is the right person, but he’s not sure he wants to sit around waiting anymore.  

“Do you want to get ice cream?” he asks Petra. He sees her look at him in surprise and he shrugs in response. “It’s too shitty to end your night like this. Let’s get ice cream.”  

Petra purses her lips, the corners of her mouth turning upward. “I’d like that a lot,” she tells Levi and then sits back in her seat. Her head is turned toward the window once more, but Levi can see the smile on her face in the reflection. 

He decides he won’t hesitate any longer. He’s tired of being a coward. Once Petra has gotten over Zeke, Levi plans to shoot his shot. Until then, he’ll be right here waiting patiently.  

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Endure VI: Cadets

Series Synopsis: You and Eren Jaeger have been best friends since the age of two, but the two of you are destined for an inevitable tragedy. The world you have been born into is cruel; it is one where friends are traitors and enemies are allies, one where you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known. In this life, mistakes are fatal, and you must be careful, lest you make one too many.

Chapter Synopsis: You and Tullia enlist in the 104th Cadet Corps and meet your new comrades.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader, Armin Arlert x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 4.8k

Content Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, sexual abuse (non-explicit), major character death, angst, original characters included

“I can’t believe it! My baby T is going to join the Cadet Corps!” Petra cooed, sweeping Tullia into her arms and squeezing the life out of her. Her younger sister did not, surprisingly, protest. Perhaps she felt emotional, too. After all, you were really doing this. The two of you had just signed up to join the 104th Cadet Corps, Southern Division.

“Levi says congratulations to the both of us,” you said, folding your latest letter from the man and tucking it into the special box you had gotten to keep them in. The Survey Corps Captain was something of a father figure to you now, and you had become pen pals in the past year, ever since that first letter you had sent him. He would tell you about all of the expeditions the Scouts went on, and you would tell him about the shenanigans you and Tullia got up to.

Two years after the fall of Wall Maria, you were finally back to the way you used to be, or at least as close as you would ever get. Though you would never not miss your old friends, you had accepted your loss and moved on. You smiled and laughed a lot, you played with Merry and Tullia, you did Tullia’s hair, and Petra’s when she was home, you went swimming in the river and climbed trees and made paintings and tried to learn how to cook (though you were mostly unsuccessful in that endeavor).

“Speaking of Levi, any exciting news? Did you catch a glimpse of his bare chest last expedition, Petra?” Tullia said, squirming until her sister dropped her. Petra gasped in outrage at the words.

“I would never invade his privacy by trying to see something like that!” she said.

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t complain if you accidentally walked in on something you weren’t supposed to see,” Tullia responded, waggling her eyebrows. Petra’s face turned a flaming scarlet, and she shoved her sister.

“I would!” she said.

“So you would complain if you saw Levi without a shirt? Wow, Petra, you have a really weird relationship with that man,” you said.

“No, I wouldn’t complain!” Petra sputtered.

“Dirty Petra! Keep your thoughts to yourself or you’ll attract mice!” Tullia reprimanded her, barely able to keep her snickers quiet. As soon as the two of you locked eyes, it was all over, as you dissolved into howls of raucous laughter. Petra scowled and glared at you both.

“Don’t expect me to give you guys any tips for cadet training now!” she said. You and Tullia immediately froze before falling to your knees in front of the older girl and repeatedly bowing in apology.

“Please, Petra!” you begged.

“No,” she said haughtily. You and Tullia exchanged determined glances. You needed to step your apology up, so you did what any sane person would do: broke out into a dance routine.

“What the —?” Petra said in surprise as Tullia did a roundoff. You twirled before bowing again.

“Oh Petra, light of my life, protector of all that is good and holy, my beloved elder sister, please accept our most sincere apologies. We will never make fun of you again if you give us advice for the cadet corps!” Tullia said, springing up from her somersault and saluting proudly at her sister, who scoffed in amusement.

“You two are super weird, you know? Come on, let’s get in the carriage. We can talk on the way. T, say bye to mommy and daddy,” she said, shaking her head and heading out to the carriage. You followed after her faithfully.

“You and your parents will take care of Merry for me, right?” you said. Petra gave you an affectionate look, helping you into the carriage and nodding.

“That’s right. Don’t worry about him. Just focus on becoming the best soldier you can, okay? You’ve got this in the bag, baby,” she said.

“Baby?” you questioned. She flushed but gave you an embarrassed smile.

“You’re like another baby sister for me, just like T is. I know we’re not really family, but I hope you think of me as your older sister, too,” she said. You were overcome with emotion, but Petra’s words struck a chord in you. True, the Rals weren’t really your family, but Petra was like your actual older sister, and Tullia was like a sibling in a way that your other friends had never been. You weren’t sure why that was, for you had known Eren, Mikasa, and Armin far longer than you had known the Ral sisters. Perhaps it was because you actually lived with the Rals, or perhaps it was the emotional turmoil they had helped you through, but either way, they were your family now in every way that mattered.

“We may not be related by blood, but you saved my life and took me in when I needed you. You are just as much my family as my parents and brother were. Thank you, for everything. I’ll never be able to repay you for all that you’ve done for me, Petra. I...love you,” you said, leaning over to hug her tightly. She hugged you back just as fiercely.

“I love you too. And you don’t have to repay me for anything, ever. Just stay alive, you hear me? That’s all I care about. I know what Levi’s told you, and I understand it. If you were anybody else, I’d even agree with it, but you’re you. I don’t care about humanity as long as you and T are okay, understand? That’s your priority,” she said.

“Yes. My priorities are my life, and the lives of my sisters,” you said with a determined nod. Petra smiled at you.

“The three of us are going to give Levi grey hairs early once you and T become Scouts, aren’t we?” she said.

“He’s pretty old already, so I wouldn’t say early, but yeah, we’re definitely going to shave off at least ten years from his lifespan,” Tullia chimed in, entering the carriage as the Rals’ coachmen cued the horses forward.

“He isn’t that old!” Petra said.

“He could be Tullia and I’s father,” you mused, doing the math in your head. He would’ve been a young father, yes, but it was entirely possible. Petra turned an interesting shade of green at that.

“Is it bad that I still have a crush on him?” she said after a second.

“By the walls, Petra, we have a normal father! You should not have daddy issues!” Tullia said.

“I’m going to kill whoever taught you about such things,” Petra muttered.

“I am all knowing and infinite in my wisdom. Nobody taught me about such things; I was born with the knowledge. I suppose you could say God himself taught me,” Tullia said.

“Then I will drop kick God straight down to the underworld as punishment,” Petra said seriously.

“Honestly, I think she could do it,” you said.

“Pet would be the one,” Tullia agreed.

“Is that a compliment or an insult?” Petra wondered.

“Whatever you choose to take it as, I guess,” Tullia said. Petra mulled this over before shrugging.

“Thanks, then, both of you,” she said.

“Anything for my favorite big sister,” Tullia said.

“Mine too,” you added quietly. Petra’s smile became gentler, kinder, at this, and she leaned over to kiss you on top of the head.

“Y/N, you must be a saint if you’re letting her do that!” Tullia said.

“Ew, like I’d want to kiss you!” Petra said, wrinkling her nose and inching away from Tullia.

“What? Hey, that’s not nice! I’m not gross, I smell nice!” Tullia said in surprise at her sister’s rejection. Petra hugged you close to her. Tullia furrowed her brow and sniffed her arm in worry.

“You do smell nice, Tullia. So do you, Petra,” you offered, cuddling close to Petra, who smirked victoriously at her little sister. For her part, Tullia stuck her tongue out at the girl, who responded in kind.

Eventually, you reached Trost, which was where your division of the 104th Cadet Corps was based from. You noticed that you were the only ones arriving via carriage, which made sense. Most people that joined the military were orphans or refugees that had no other options in life but fighting or the fields.

To be fair, you and Tullia were much the same. Your situation was prettied up a little more, but you knew the truth. The Rals needed money desperately because of Mrs. Ral’s failing health, which was why Petra and Tullia had both signed up for the military. As for you, well, you had your promise to Eren to fulfill, but more than that, you didn’t want to keep relying on the Rals’ hospitality, willing to provide it though they were. There weren’t many options for a girl your age, relatively unskilled but decently good looking: brothels, the fields, or the military. It was clear which choice was superior to the others.

“Petra Ral. Back again for more training?” a tall, bald, gruff-looking man with dead eyes said.

“Nope, it’s these two’s turn. I’m going to be honest, Commandant Shadis, you’re a lot less scary than Captain Levi. No offense,” Petra said as if she was utterly shocked by this revelation. Commandant Shadis smiled, though it resembled a wolf baring its teeth more than anything. You were not sure how Levi could possibly be scarier than this man, but then you remembered that Petra had seen Levi in action against the titans and surmised that she was probably right.

“Ah, little Tullia Ral, and...whoever you are. The two of you, go get in your uniforms and line up. You’ll be meeting the rest of your comrades in the 104th today,” he said, nodding at you before turning to have a conversation with Petra about her trials and tribulations in the Special Operations Squad.

As you and Tullia pulled your uniforms on, you felt a sense of belonging settle over you. This was what you were meant to do with your life. You were finally, finally going to begin to be better than you used to be. And you’d have Tullia by your side through it all.

The two of you had been able to snag a room together, a fact for which you were eternally grateful. You were excited to make new friends, sure, but sleeping in the same room as a stranger wasn’t the most appealing thing to you. You were happy that the girl who was like your sister was the one you’d be with instead.

“Are you really going to just leave your hair like that?” Tullia said, flicking at your hair disdainfully. You shrugged, finishing up the final buttons of your shirt.

“Yeah, why not? I don’t feel like putting it up, and besides, my hair’s well behaved. It won’t get me in trouble, will it?” you cooed, petting your own head as if you were talking to an animal.

“You are seriously odd sometimes. Well, let me know if you ever want me to braid it or anything,” she said.

“Don’t think I will, but thanks for the offer anyways. You’re an angel,” you said.

“Tell Petra that, though I doubt she’d believe you even if you did,” Tullia said with a scoff.

“I’m afraid that you’re right on that count. Are you excited?” you said.

“For what, you telling Petra that I’m an angel? I mean, I guess so?” she said. You rolled your eyes and flicked her forehead as you walked outside to join the rest of the cadets in the lineup.

“No, dummy, making new friends and stuff. I hope the people here are nice, we’ll be spending the next three years with them,” you said, standing and facing away from the sun next to a boy with buzzed hair. He was short, but his olive eyes danced with mischief.

“Hey, what’s your name?” he whispered.

“Y/N. You?” you said.

“Connie Springer, but you can call me your future husband,” he said with a wink. You were in awe of his audacity, but you could tell by the way he was grinning that he was only joking, so you decided to play along.

“We’ll see about that, Connie. Aren’t you going to ask me what my last name is?” you said.

“Sure. What’s your last name, Y/N?” he said.

“Well, it was L/N, but it’s Springer now,” you said. He whistled lowly before blowing you a kiss.

“I mean, if you insist. Anything for you, my love,” he said.

“Thank you, my love,” you said dramatically, placing your hand over your heart.

“You’re funny. I like you,” he said.

“I should hope so, considering we’re apparently married now,” you said.

“Yeah, yeah, forgot about that part,” he said.

“How could you? It only just happened! Why, you’re hurting my feelings, Connie! I think I would like for us to divorce!” you said, scandalized. He pretended to wipe away a tear from his cheek.

“Our relationship was beautiful while it lasted,” he sniffed.

“I’ll never forget you, Connie. If only you could say the same about me,” you said.

“Don’t hold this over me forever, woman!” he said.

“I will, man!” you said.

“I genuinely cannot tell what relationship dynamic is going on over here, but I for one am fascinated by it,” Tullia said.

“We just operate on a different level, isn’t that right, Mr. Springer?” you said.

“Absolutely, Mrs. Springer,” he said.

“Ex-Mrs. Springer,” you corrected him. You decided you rather liked Connie. He was wickedly funny and he seemed kind, at least. If all of your comrades were like him, you would be quite happy.

Engaged in conversation with Connie and Tullia, you missed the first few cadets introducing themselves. You felt bad, but you knew you’d all be acquainted with each other soon enough, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Commandant Shadis stared you straight in the eyes before moving on without making you say a word. Perhaps he knew that nothing he could do to try and intimidate you would be enough to scare you. You had already seen the titans, had watched as they devoured your family, had barely escaped with your life. No mere man would ever be enough to make you fear anymore.

Connie was not so fortunate, getting thoroughly reamed out by the Commandant for saluting with his hand on the wrong side. Rookie mistake, but one you doubted he would ever make again.

Tullia was also left alone, the hard look in her eyes one that Petra had drilled you both on for countless hours as a way to ward off unwanted men’s advances. If only you had known about it back in Shiganshina. You doubted Oskar would have bothered you so much if you had glared at him properly, even just once.

A handsome boy named Jean Kirstein was completely shamed for wanting to join the military police. To be honest, you didn’t blame him. He just wanted to live. Was that really so wrong? He seemed cocky and arrogant, true, but he also had the air of someone with the skills to back up his big words. He had a strong jaw, and his eyes shone a warm golden brown when they flicked past where you and Tullia were as he stood from where the Commandant had knocked him to his feet. His cheeks were pink, and he scowled when he noticed your curious stare, surreptitiously giving you the finger once Commandant Shadis had moved on to yell at a girl eating a potato. You frowned and looked at your feet once more.

As the potato girl was sent to run laps and everyone else was dismissed to eat dinner, you grabbed Tullia’s hand and fairly sprinted to your room before everyone else could get there. Once the door had safely shut behind you, you both burst into laughter.

“By the walls, we have the weirdest class by far!” Tullia wheezed.

“Poor Connie! And the potato girl!” you said, wiping away tears as you changed out of your uniform and into your everyday clothes, Tullia doing the same.

“That Jean boy seems like a dick, but I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t attractive,” she mused, redoing her braids with nimble fingers that were well-used to the familiar motions.

“He gave me the finger earlier,” you said sadly.

“Asshole! Him, not you. By the walls, I hate men,” Tullia said, shaking her head.

“I think he was just embarrassed about how the Commandant treated him, that’s all,” you said, your voice quiet as you laced up your boots.

“Whatever. I’m sure there’s cuter boys around. Connie was funny, at least. It seemed like you two got along,” she said with a suggestive smirk. You laughed out loud and shook your head.

“Goodness, no. I’d want to be his friend, but certainly nothing more than that. He is funny, though, I’ll give him that,” you agreed.

“Somewhere, a short little boy with buzzed silver hair is crying right now,” Tullia said.

“Somewhere? Don’t you mean in the Mess Hall, where we should be if we want to get any food?” you said.

“Hold on, I’m almost done. Patience is a virtue and gluttony is a sin, which means you just double dipped in the pot of offensive ranch dressing,” Tullia said.

“I hate ranch dressing,” you deadpanned.

“I hate you,” she deadanned back.

“Let’s just go eat,” you said, drawing your cardigan tighter around your shoulders in an attempt to ward off the chilly night air. She did the same and gave you a winning smile.

“Yeah, sure. It’s probably for the best. I don’t want to deal with a hangry Y/N,” she said, rolling her eyes as you headed towards the Mess Hall.

“I don’t get hangry!” you snapped.

“Yeah, and Petra doesn’t have a crush on Levi. Just because we say things doesn’t mean they’re true,” she said. You were going to respond with something snarky as your stomach rumbled, but then you realized that that would just be proving her point, so you kept your mouth shut. She grinned at your acceptance, and you fixed her with a baleful stare as you walked into the Mess Hall.

“There’s barely anything left!” Tullia said in dismay as you filled your trays with the meager food that had been passed over by the other cadets in their quest for dinner.

“Maybe if somebody hadn’t taken a million years to braid their hair just right for Jean Kirstein, we wouldn’t be having this problem!” you hissed, ladling a spoonful of cold soup into your bowl.

“I was not doing it for Jean Kirstein!” she said.

“Oh yeah? I hope not, because he looks pretty disgusted. I think it’s because the left one is crooked,” you said. Her face went white, and she immediately put her tray down and took the braid out before redoing it.

“Does he still look disgusted?” she whispered. You snickered.

“He never did, Tullia dearest. I was just messing with you, but you proved my point quite perfectly. Oh, I think your boyfriend’s about to get into a fight,” you said.

True to your words, Jean was standing to face off another boy, whose face you could not see, as his back was to you. He had shaggy brown hair that reminded you of Eren’s, and you smiled fondly, finding yourself rooting for him just because of that, though you didn't even know what the two were fighting about.

“Who are you cheering for?” Tullia asked.

“Brown hair,” you said immediately.

“Really? I’ll go with Jean, then,” she said, “Just to be a contrarian.”

As you watched, however, the two boys ended up shaking hands. Though it was a let down, as it meant you wouldn’t get to watch a fight, it was probably for the best. You were going to have to work together in the future, after all. There was no place for senseless rivalries in the military.

And then the brown-haired boy turned around to leave the Mess Hall. Your eyes met, and you felt like you were drowning again. They were bright jade, filled with curiosity and that ever-familiar wonder. Your tray slipped from your grasp and clattered to the ground, and you were dimly aware of Tullia scolding you, but it was unimportant. You pointed at the boy, your hand shaking.

“Are you really here?” you said. He seemed as awed as you were, his eyes wide as he drank in your appearance. The world faded away for a moment, leaving the two of you in some liminal space where you were the only ones that existed.

“Y/N,” he said gently, his voice wavering as if he could not quite believe his eyes.

“Eren,” you said, your throat dry. Tullia stopped her ranting to look at you and then at the boy and then back at you.

“Woah, wait, like your childhood best friend Eren? Your dead childhood best friend Eren?” she checked. The other cadets had gone back to whatever they were doing, not at all interested in the bizarre turn of events, most likely because for them, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

“I thought you were dead,” Eren said, reaching his hand towards you and then drawing it away sharply. You looked at his hand, his warm, rough, familiar hand that had once fit in your own as if it was made to be there. You wondered if it still did. A flash of white caught your eyes, and you were further surprised to see a white ribbon tied around his wrist.

No, not just any white ribbon. It was the white ribbon you used to put your hair up with. It had gotten caught in the wreckage when Petra had saved you, and so it had been undone and discarded without thought. Yet here it was, with Eren the whole time.

Noticing your gaze, he laughed bitterly. “We found it, Mikasa and I, when we went back to get my mother. It was pretty obvious what had happened at that point. You had been eaten. Yet...here you are.”

“I thought the three of you had been eaten,” you said, “My parents said you guys had been playing close to where the breach was, and then they were killed and so was my brother and then Petra saved me, and we looked for you afterwards, but we could never find you, and you’re dead, right? You’re dead, this is just a hallucination or something. Damnit, what the hell did Tullia feed me?”

“I’m not dead. Neither are Mikasa and Armin. We managed to escape. Armin got Mr. Hannes to save us, though he wasn’t able to get to my mother in time. She was eaten, just like your family,” he said.

Your families were gone. But you were here. He was here. It might not have been what you had had in mind, but it was enough.

Just like that, the barriers broke, and then you were flying into his arms, and he was hugging you as tightly as he had when you were two, and three, and four and five and six and every other year that the two of you had spent together; because this was a fact of life, as true as the sun was bright: Eren Jaeger was your best friend, and in some way, shape, or form, you would always fit together. The puzzle pieces of your minds and hearts and bodies would change and evolve, but always in tandem, ever parallel, so that even after years apart, he was as familiar to you as your own self.

“You’re alive,” you choked out.

“You’re alive,” he repeated, and you were crying tears, though they were not of grief or sorrow but joy as your heart sang at the reunion. He was like a miracle of some sorts. Certainly, no human could cheat death itself and find you once again, so long after you had last parted.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry for that stupid argument. I wish we had never fought,” you said, burying your face in his shoulder.

“I know. I know, it was all my fault, I thought you died hating me,” he said, and you were surprised to feel warm tears dripping onto your neck as he started to cry.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. We may fight, and argue, and disagree, but never hate,” you promised him.

“Okay,” he said, clinging onto you, and for once, it was you comforting him and not the other way around. You found you did not mind.

“Are Armin and Mikasa here?” you whispered after a moment.

“Yes! Yes, oh, they’re not going to believe this!” he said, drawing back from you with a brilliant smile, though his eyes were rimmed with red, and you knew yours were the same.

“Wait, Eren, before we go, I want you to meet someone. This is Tullia Ral. Her older sister saved me from the titans, and I’ve been living with them for the past two years. She’s like my sister,” you said, pointing at Tullia, who had been awkwardly standing beside you the entire time. She waved at Eren.

“Hey, Eren! I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said.

“Uh, is that a good thing?” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, using his other one to hold yours in a death grip.

“I think so!” Tullia said cheerfully.

“Let’s go meet Mikasa and Armin, and we can introduce Tullia to them, too,” you said. Eren was positively glowing at this, and with his other hand, he grabbed Tullia’s and dragged the two of you behind him to meet your other two childhood friends.

“Where did you rush off to, Eren?” Mikasa said dryly when you neared their table. Eren responded by shoving you forwards. You stumbled but straightened yourself and waved at the duo, whose jaws dropped when they saw you.

“Mikasa, please pinch me. I think I’ve gone insane, because I’m pretty sure that’s Y/N standing right there,” Armin said.

“No, Armin, if you’re insane, I am too, because I can see her as well,” Mikasa said.

“Guys, she’s really here! She’s alive! She’s been alive this whole time!” Eren said. Mikasa slowly stood, running her hands over your face as if to check and see if you were really, truly there. Determining you were solid, at least, she leaned down to listen to your heartbeat. After a second, she straightened, her dark grey eyes filling with tears as she looked at you before gathering you in a hug.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” she said.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you said, her familiar sweet almond scent making you feel at home once again, bringing up warm memories of nights by the fire and her silky hair running through your fingers as you weaved it into impossible to replicate knots and plaits.

Pulling away from Mikasa, you turned to the final boy you had spent your time with. The boy with the ocean in his eyes and the hair like spun gold; the boy who read books to you and showed you every single picture contained in their pages: Min-Min, your Min-Min. He smiled, a bright, wide smile that showed his pearly teeth. Everything about him seemed almost seraphic in nature, just like it had when you were younger, and you adored him for it. You hugged him, too, and finally, some long-missing piece of your soul was restored as you were once again surrounded by your best friends from childhood. You did not need to say anything to Armin. He was smart, he understood what you meant when you hugged him and pressed your face against the crook of his neck — I’ve missed you, I love you, don’t ever leave me like that again.

You introduced Tullia to them, and the five of you wasted the night away learning what the others had been up to while you had been separated. Though you had started off sitting beside Mikasa, you had somehow gravitated towards Eren. Nobody questioned it. It was simply the natural order of things. You belonged next to Eren and he belonged next to you. It was black and white in a world where shades of grey reigned supreme.

As the moon inched across the sky and your yawns became harder and harder to ignore, you mutually agreed to return to your rooms and continue to speak over breakfast tomorrow. Mikasa had to all but carry you towards your dorms, refusing to let anyone else do it, and Eren graciously helped Tullia, who was feeling a little sick after eating the spoiled soup that had probably never even been good in the first place.

None of you noticed Jean Kirstein watching through the window of his dorm, regret filling his face before he closed the curtains and turned away.

[dragonbma]

I think a lot about how famous and well-renowned Jack is in game, but no one seems to have any recollection of his old adventuring buddies. At all.

Petra (arguably his biggest fan) talks about the adventures he’s gone on to Jesse and even mentions Jack is a hero of hers. However, she only learns he used to go adventuring with friends upon meeting him in the emporium. You’d think that with all the things she knows about Jack, past adventuring partners would be one of them. Especially if they went on treasure hunts with him in the past! And upon meeting “Vos” in the Sea Temple, Petra asks “Wait- this is another one of your adventurer friends?” She has no idea who this man is. :[

At first, I just assumed that Vos and Sammy were Jack’s friends before he started going on treasure hunts. And that would have settled things if the conversation between “Vos” and Jack after the colossus attack doesn’t throw a wrench in that idea. Not only does Jack mention Twisting Death Caverns, but “Vos” brings up The Iron Sword of Mooji Lake, one of Jack’s many nicknames he gained during his travels. This would suggest that Vos (and likely Sammy) was present for AT VERY LEAST three adventures. So how on earth did everyone just forget about them?

There are a few ways I can see this happening:

1]. (My favorite idea:) After the Sea Temple, Jack was incredibly remorseful and wanted to gain fame as a treasure hunter so people would not forget him and ultimately keep the memory of his friends alive through him. People can’t forget about your adventuring friends if they can’t forget about you and your adventures, right? In game, we see that even 30-40 years after the temple, the deaths of his friends still weigh heavily on him and he has not moved on. It is possible he spiraled into treasure hunting and riskier adventures as a desperate attempt to make up for what happened in the temple. Unfortunately if this idea were true, it didn’t work because only he became famous and Vos and Sammy were lost to time (as shown from Petra.)

2]. Jack felt so bad about the Sea Temple that he did everything he could to hide what really happened. This included hiding all traces of his buddies too. He hid everything so well that eventually even his friends disappeared from the minds of everyone around him. However I don’t think Jack is the kind of person to do anything like this. Yes, he is distraught in game, but literally one of the first things he tells you is he can’t take you to the Sea Temple because two of his friends died there. Great job to someone who is trying to cover that up-

3]. People actually DIDN’T forget Vos and Sammy, but rather never bring them up in game out of respect for what happened. Although if this were true, it wouldn’t explain why Petra doesn’t recognize Vos upon seeing him in the temple.

Apologies for prattling on but like. I’ll also be exploring this concept in the Vos Possession AU so…

[mcsm-confessions]

Hello everyone would y'all like to hear about the hit AU (with 0 content so far outside of my own mind and the mind of a friend) known as MCSMMMMMM? [pronounced Minecraft Story Mode Mode Mode Mode Mode Mode]

What started as a single joke spiraled into a need to make a crack-taken-seriously kinda story, except now it's less "crack" and more "taken seriously," at least in my brain

(I apologize in advance for all the writing. TL;DR: Six Jesse's. Rewritten characters. Canon gayness. At least one therian. Hopefully unproblematic disability rep. The pig doesn't die for dramatic effect.)

To start off, the comical name comes from the fact that there are six Jesse's! All with very slightly different spellings of the same name, all with the same unnamed father but each one coming from different mothers, all also unnamed.

Unfortunately, due to the increased number of cast members... two Jesse's replace Axel and Olivia. I know, it sucks, I love them too, but let's be honest, even the games forget they exist past episode 4. We can all pretend they still exist in the MCSMMMMMM universe, they're just... off living that quiet cottagecore domestic life ig. Nothing will be confirmed though.

Lukas and Petra still exist though! Lukas will date an m!Jesse who also happens to have a congenital amputation (born amputee) on one leg. Petra will date an f!Jesse who is verbally mute but is fluent in Builder Sign Language. [did I mention the "humans" in MCSMMMMMM are called Builders? They are called Builders. That is their species XD]

Some people aren't just "humans" either, such as the white f!Jesse who will be part piglin! Though her siblings will assume she is part pig for quite some time before understanding the truth. Reuben guessed the whole time, but it's not like he could just say that. I do fully expect him to become injured in episode 4, but he is NOT going to poof into a porkchop corpse, I promise. I don't have any current plans to kill him off at all, actually. He's a sweet bby and deserves to be happy. Also I want him to meet Lluna.

I am also VERY open to suggestions from the rest of the fandom on how to make this story better! I want to listen to everyone's biggest complaints and praises so I can get the right idea about what direction to take if I ever do start writing this all down! MCSM deserves only the best and we shall provide <3

If anyone has any questions at all, I can also do my best to answer them accordingly! So far most of my ideas are for season 1 but I have a few things planned for season 2 and onward as well~

-- ✨🦕

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[dipolardruid]

Can I have a darling who accidentally kisses the yanderes on the mouth when trying to kiss them on the cheek

Anell

She'd see you get closer to her and turn towards you thinking you're gonna tell her something, Only to feel your lips on hers.

She'd practically faint, Her face is red she's giggling and feeling over the moon at this accident or not she feels like the happiest woman on earth right now.

"It was an accident? Well...it still felt nice."

Tina

You both had tried to kiss eachothers cheek which would end up with both of you locking lips.

Tina would be over the moon and make a huge scene "AH you actually kissed me!" If you try to say it was an accident she'll act like she didn't hear you and keep screaming it from the rooftops.

"I'm glad you finally had the courage to kiss me I've been dying to know how they felt, now I know, kiss me again will you?"

Paul

After winning a game you had grabbed paul by the shoulder and went to kiss him on the cheek from behind him in which he'd turn his head resulting in you kissing him.

His eyes widened his face full of shock before the biggest grin shows up his face his eyes sparkling, the people around not helping with their teasing screams and yells.

In result paul puts you in a head lock squeezing you towards him.

"Accident or not atleast now they know you and I are a true team."

Petra

During one of the incidents with one of your classmates petra had gone to help you which had stopped a potential fight from happening in the hallways.

"You tru-" petra's eyes widen in shock a blush forming "I'm so sorry Petra that was an accident!" Despite you apologising and attempting to get her attention she just stands there silent and face completely red.

"We're late to class because of this incident let's just go" she grabs your wrist before speedwalking down the hall.

Jake

He knew you were debating whether you should kiss his cheek or not so when you leaned in he was prepared and purposely moved his head to face you resulting in you kissing him in which he'd smirk as you sputter apologies.

Leaning back against his chair he opens his arms and motions you to go to him.

"Come on now you already kissed me the least you can do is take responsibility and give me something in return, don't you agree?"

Betra

Absolute horror will be all over her face as she stares at you "I meant to kiss your cheek." Is all you say to her as your father is laughing in the background.

Betra will sit in stunned silence for a good minute before shaking it off, looking at you as if you just gave her a stack of cash

"You're really not going to let me live that down are you?" Betra gives a small smile before responding "Not at all."

Request are open!

[whataboutsimple]

The Isa x Xara and Gabriel x Fred gave me the idea that these two couples knew each other before everything went down with Romeo. Isa and Gabriel consider each other good sparring partners and it might be where Ivor heard about other worlds and what not. Isa can be considered Xara’s Pioneer while Gabriel is Fred’s Warrior. Romeo probably got sick and tired of third wheeling and feeling like his friends are moving on without him.

As a bonus hc: Originally there was nothing underneath the sky world but Xara made it for Isa. She got locked away by Romeo before she could show it.

There are paintings of the two sword fighters that Fred and Xara made for their lovers. They are still in Fred’s shack, untouched until Jesse and Petra eventually found them in a little room.

Romeo.

When I'll find you, Romeo

He didn't just kill his friend, he also left two good humans without a lovers and a whole nation without a chance for good life.

And like that Jesse didn't just deafeted Romeo, he also fixed things a bit. At least Xara can get back to Isa, but Gabriel.. well. He was never meant to be happy anyway:)

Bonus points if Romeo was the one, who pushed Ivor to making WitherStorm. Now it looks like he just has personal beef with Gabriel somewhy.

OH!

What if Romeo was in love with Fred, but Fred choos Gabriel?

What if the only reason Romeo didn't finish Xara off is because he is not as mad with her, as he is with Fred.

Maybe killing Fred wasn't enough for him, he wanted to make the one who took Blue Admin away from him suffer.

You took someone who's dear to me? Cool, now I'm taking your friends apart, one of them will created a monster that will try, I hope successfully, kill you AND will kill one of your friends in the process, while the other will run away. Oh, also, the whole world now will hate you for the lies, good luck surviving that!

He wasn't so interested in making Isa suffering. Well, maybe a bit. That's why he pushed Aiden to creating chaos in Sky City.

And only if Jesse saved him.. he is forced to apologize. To Isa, to Xara, to.. Gabriel.

He was expecting them to be man and he'll, Xara was mad. She almost finished him off on the place. Isa refused to even look at him.

But when he came to the Warrior, words were stuck in his throat. Gabriel didn't look mad. He wasn't even angry. He looked.. strangely calm. Almost deadly calm.

As Romeo managed to spit out weak apologies, he only nodded, saying he accepts it. Feeling Romeo's confusion, Gabriel's said, that Fred believed in him till the very end. So now, when Romeo finally has a chance to redeem himself, Gabriel will believe in him as well.

Bonus points for Binta's and Gabriel's meeting, where they speak their feelings up, patting Waffles. Fred was for Binta like a father figure, so now Gabriel will take her under his wings, helping with Fred's people.

Maybe they will built a small village not so far from BeaconTown and rule it together. For Fred's memory.

[augustvandyne]

Petra x reader

Just cute fluff Jane trying to get them together and their first couple dates

oh myyy! my love for petra is honestly so much and i love her. although i do apologize because i haven’t watched jtv in a while, so bare with me!

jane the wingwoman

Jane was the only person you even told about your crush on Petra.

You have to admit that you’ve had an ongoing crush on Petra for a long, long time. At least since your first day at the Marbella. Probably even before that - the day of your interview.

You didn’t know what it was about the blonde, but you were drawn to her.

In your first week or so at the hotel, you were still getting used to everything, and so you got lost at least once or twice.

At one point you’d stumbled right into Petra.. literally. She’d caught you and grabbed onto your elbows to stabilize you.

You apologized what had to have been at least ten times before she assured you it was okay.

Petra had been falsely advertised to you, to say the least. You’d been informed that she was cruel and downright disrespectful to everyone and anyone in her path, but she was just the opposite to you.

She was nothing but kind.

You quickly became friends with Jane and Lina, and you were quickly introduced to all the drama. Which also meant you quickly let them in on your little infatuation with Petra.

They were nothing but happy that you’d found a work crush - more Lina than Jane - that you could fond over.

But Jane definitely made it her mission to help set the two of you up together.

Petra noticed how close the two of you had gotten after a few months, and she’d tried to split the two of you up, but you always ended up back together.

She couldn’t really tell you why it bothered her that you were so close with Jane, but it did.

Jane eventually approached her and confronted her about it, and Petra broke. She told Jane everything, but made her swear to secrecy.

And she had, because you still had no idea.

Ever since Jane and Petra’s conversation, she’d been trying to get the two of you to go out, but every time she put in a good word to either one of you about the other, it went a different direction.

Jane eyes Petra as she makes her way to the hotel bar. You and her were supposed to be together for the rest of the shift, but as she sees the blonde make her way towards the two of you, she sees this as an opportunity.

“Hey, uh, it’s slow..” Jane rushes out.

“Oh, yeah,” You shrug. “Go.”

You want nothing more than to get out of this stupid uniform, but you knew how tired she was with Mateo and Micheal, so if it meant you had to work a little harder for your friend, you’d do it.

Jane slips into the back as Petra takes a seat at the bar on the far side.

She stays in the back, hidden, although she can still slightly see the two of you.

“Tough day?” You look at her with sympathy. Her eyes are tired and her hair is disheveled. Most likely from her running her hands through it.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” Petra chuckles.

“I’m always free to listen,” You smile, leaning against the bar table. “But first could I get you something?”

“That would be wonderful.”

Petra watches you as you pour her drink. She focuses in on your tongue as you stick it out between your lips, focusing intently on what you were doing.

“You wanna talk about it?” You come around the bar to sit beside her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

It was pretty late in the evening, so not many people were coming to get a liquor, but you’d wait around for a while just in case.

Petra sighs, “It’s hard, you know? Partly owning the Marbella.”

“No, I don’t know,” You joke, placing your hand on her knee. “But I’ll pretend that I do, just for you.”

Petra gives a breathless laugh, her lips moving up into a slight smile. Her eyes sparkle in the crappy lighting, and it’s a sight to see.

You dart your tongue out between your lips, wetting them. You don’t miss the way Petra’s eyes watch the movement.

Petra tilts her head and you lean forward slightly, just now realizing how close the two of you were.

“Is—“

You’re suddenly cut off as her soft lips are placed on yours.

At first you don’t kiss back, being caught by surprise, but then you’re kissing back and it’s like fireworks. Her hands find the sides of your face, and it’s evident that it’s been wanted by the both of you for a long time.

You continue to lean towards her, your hand that is on her leg holding you up as you run your other hand down her neck.

Jane does a silent fist pump in the back, glad her plan finally worked.

After you and Petra shared your moment in the bar, you tried to make sure you ran into Petra whenever you could.

Your shared kiss only put a big impact on your already existing crush on the woman.

It was your lunch by now, and you knew Petra rarely ate lunch while she was working, so you took your time to order her favorite from the kitchen and to personally deliver it to her.

You also ordered yourself something to eat, and made your way up to your office, not missing the way Jane smiles at you.

When you softly knock on the office door, Petra immediately dismisses her assistant.

“Well, where am I supposed to go?” She asks timidly, unsure if she’ll get nice Petra or angry Petra.

“I don’t care,” Petra narrows her eyes. “Just somewhere else.”

You place the bag of food on Petra’s desk, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of her space.

Petra gives you a small smile, “You didn’t have to, you know?”

“I know,” You shrug nonchalantly. “I wanted to, though. I know you don’t eat while you’re here. Which is almost always. So it’s the least I could do.”

“Thank you, love.”

The nickname slips from her mouth without a thought, but your cheeks flame for a second after.

“Yep,” You scratch the back of your neck nervously. “Hey, so we should talk—“

“Yeah,” Petra agrees, mouth full of food.

“I..” You bite your lip, not knowing where to start.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while,” Petra shrugs. “If you haven’t, and that was just a heat of the moment thing, that’s fine. We’ll just—“

“I’m going to have to stop you right there,” You say, your blood slightly boiling. “I would want nothing more than to pursue something with you.”

“Oh?” Petra draws her chin back in surprise, as if she didn’t think you’d ever want something with her.

“What? Is it that hard to believe?”

“Well.. I mean I guess,” Petra bites the inside of her cheek. “I just.. I’ve liked you since I’ve met you and I never thought—“

“Shh,” You shake your head, a little anger boiling in your stomach. “Petra.. you are gorgeous. And just so you know, I’ve had a crush on you since I met you too, I mean, what’s there not to like about you? Trust me, I’ve talked about you probably eighty percent of the time I’ve been in Jane’s presence.”

You watch as Petra slightly rolls her eyes at the mention of Jane’s name.

“Hey, she’s my friend!” You point.

“Then I will try to be okay with her,” Petra puts her hands up, crossing her legs.

“Thank you,” The anger fading away.

“Well, now that that’s squared away,” Petra stands to dispose of her trash and comes to stand in front of you. “I would love to take you to dinner. Preferably somewhere outside of the Marbella.”

“And I would love that,” You smirk, standing to be face to face with Petra.

She softly grabs your jaw in her palm, and pulls your mouth towards hers.

You can barely contain your anxiety as you wait by the bar, talking with Jane.

“Are you excited?” Jane asks, trying not to laugh at you. You were basically jumping up and down.

You had your hair curled, a beautiful skintight dress hugged your figure. It was your favorite color, and you looked amazing in it. At least that’s what Jane told you.

“Yes!” You smile ear to ear.

Eventually Jane has to tell you to take a seat and grabs you a water.

“I know you really like her,” Jane gives you an upside down smile, happy to see that you’re finally doing something for yourself, rather than for others.

“I do,” You rest your head in your palms, a lovestruck expression taking over your face.

“And.. here she comes,” Jane locks eyes with Petra, taking care of the water that would just be left sat in front of you. “I’ll see you later. Call me. I want details!”

You laugh at her antics, but as you turn around, your breath is suddenly caught in your throat.

Petra catches your eyes after you look her up and down, and you have the feeling she was doing the same thing just seconds before.

“Hey,” You take her in, grasping onto your bag so you don’t start playing with your hands nervously.

“You clean up nicely,” Petra jokes, looking at your dress again. “You look amazing in that color.”

“Thank you,” You push a piece of curled hair behind your ear.

She has her hair pulled back into a ponytail, a slight wave to the blonde locks in the back of her head.

And her dress! The lighter pink color dress hugs her figure perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“You look amazing,” You let out a breathy laugh.

“We should be going, we don’t want to be late,” Petra places her hand on the small of your back.

It takes everything in you to keep your legs from giving out on you. You’d never been close to Petra for a long period of time until the past two days.

Once you were sat at the restaurant, an awkward tension took over the table. You didn’t know what to talk about. And you were out of your mind nervous.

“So.. how was—“

“Let’s not talk about work,” Petra establishes. “I just feel like we should keep our work and personal lives separate. That was one thing Rafael and I did not do, and it put a strain on our relationship. I don’t want that with you. I want to do this right, because, well, I really do like you.”

“I really like you too,” You reach across the table to grab her hand, the tension gone all of the sudden.

“Good,” Petra sips on her drink. “Because I’ve already planned our next date.”

“Oh?” You perk up. “Have you?”

“You’re not gonna get it out of me, love,” Petra smirks.

You sigh in defeat, your cheeks once again heating at the nickname.

“You’re no fair!”

Petra shrugs, “Yet you came out with me anyway.”

“Yes, yes I did,” You smiled.