#her name is eva :’) she was so soft and round

[saturnvs]

i sat on a horse for the first time in nearly 5 years today :’) i rode bareback and my therapist led me around, and i think i’m in love with icelandic horses now and i’m having a lot of emotions

[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness Epilogue /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 625

Notes: It’s a bittersweet feeling as SOD is finished, this was my first multichapter series and I love it so much, it was a very nice journey.

Son of the Darkness Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Y/N sighed, her hands resting on her desk as she sipped the warm tea, a soft knock sounded on the other side of the door, and as the door opened, a male stepped in.

“High Lady.” He bowed his head a little. “This appeared today, it’s for you.” He approached the table and left the letter on top of the papers that were scattered around.

“Thank you, Yur.” She said and the male just nodded, leaving her office. She reached for the letter, no name on it, but she opened the envelope, grabbing the paper inside.

“Dear Y/N!

It’s been a while since we saw each other, things have been great ever since our last encounter. Nyx is growing up so fast, it makes my heart ache with the change.

Nesta and Cassian are happily enjoying their mated life, training the priestesses and whoever wants to join them in combat.

Elain is out in Spring Court with Lucien, the two of them are doing a great job in rebuilding Spring alongside Tamlin, and slowly learning about their bond. Elain told me she plans to accept it soon.

We’ve been happy, and we miss you dearly, but I’m afraid things aren’t as good as we thought, as things with the Mortal Queens are still tense and a new threat looms in the dark.

Rhys doesn’t want to disturb, he says that you and Az need your peace, but I know he is distressed, that he hasn’t been sleeping, fearing that we’re forced to go to battle again.

From a High Lady to another, I beg for your help. We need to prepare for whatever is coming.

Love, Feyre!”

The words made her heart twist on her chest, what could it be now? She clenched her fists, the thought of another thing to disturb their well deserved peace made her blood boil.

She got up, going after her mate, the letter clutched in hands. She found him by the sparring ring, Eris was there, she had no idea they were even coming today. Eva quickly wrapped her from behind.

“I missed you baby.” She says and Y/N smiles at her.

“We missed you too.” She replies, still feeling tense. Azriel immediately turns to her, blocking Eris and striding towards his wife.

“Something wrong?” He asks, feeling her distress through the bond. His hand rested on her belly.

“They need us.” She said, letter in hand. Azriel quickly reads through it.

“I’m sorry but we can’t go.” He replies.

“Of course we can, I still can handle myself Az.” He rolled his eyes.

“You’re four months pregnant, woman.” He pointed and Y/N shrugged.

“I still beat your ass any time.” She argues. “I’m not dying Azriel, I can fight just as well as I could.” Azriel held his mate closer.

“Please, reconsider.” He pouted and she pinched his cheek.

“No! Now we need to get ready, all of us.” She looked around, Eva and Eris nodded but Azriel still didn’t want her risking her life.

“There’s nothing I can say to make you give up?” He begged.

“I never ran away from danger, and I certainly don’t plan to do it now.” She rubbed her belly.

“Okay, but if I feel like you’re in danger, no matter how small, I’m protecting you, and only you, you’re my priority.” He warned.

“Such a Mother Hen.” She joked, pulling her mate in for a kiss. “We will be safe Az, with you, we’re always safe.” She reassured him.

“I can’t say no to my mate.” He finally gave in. “I bet they will be quite shocked about you.” He pointed to the round belly forming.

“Let’s just say that I love to do a big entrance.”

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Taglist: @allison-rosewood-maximoff @devilsfoodcake22 @fieldofdaisiies @valeridarkness @brekkershadowsinger @margssstuff @patdsinner33 @justdreamstars @dr4g0ngirl

[radiokathryn-if]

oooh what do the RO's think about an MC who sings and has written a few songs? :)

I don't know much about songwriting but I do know that it's hard! And singing is a talent most people think is easy, but it's also quite hard too (spoken from experience lmao. #authorlore I did voice (singing) for my chosen instrument in gcse music about 9 years ago!)

Unfortunately, Nate... doesn't care all that much. If you keep it to yourself he'll pretend he doesn't know you have these skills. If you're outspoken and proud about it he might get a little passive aggressive if he feels like you're getting more attention than he is.

One might think that Eva might consider you competition, considering her aspirations for being a singer herself. However, Eva would absolutely adore an MC would could sing and write! She would encourage you to sing for her and with her every chance she gets. She might ask if she can sing your songs, for she's not that adept at writing herself and she would want to share your talents with anyone who would want to listen!

Mica probably already knew of your talents for singing and writing, being your best friend from a very young age. However, if you hadn't shared this with them they wouldn't be particularly hurt to not be included until now──Mica might be a little hurt but more than anything they're happy you decided to share it with them at all! Always your biggest supporter and as your self imposed manager would immediately suggest booking you performances, if you wanted to perform that is.

Detective Han is a simple person, they acknowledge your talents and will praise your skill but they won't do much more than that. If you decide to share your songs with them they'll carefully pour over the lyrics to determine what you're trying to say and give you their insights honestly. If you sing them lullabies or just softly while they're attempting to sleep they might actually acknowledge the fluttering of their heart in their chest.

José is excited for you!! They would jokingly ask if they could start making merchandise for you but they might actually end up making something special just for you one night. They might just start bragging about you to their family and if you ever went 'round to their family house and see one of their younger siblings wearing a prototype design for a fake tour with your name on it... no you didn't!

It might be one of his only 'cons' but Ji Han doesn't really care all that much for music with lyrics. That's not to say he's apathetic to your singing ability or writing prowess, it's just that when he listens to music it's to wind down and think about nothing──his mind is always so busy all of the time! He would say his favourite genre is classical music and he loves a lovely soft piano so he'd bethe most receptive to songs like that, if you had any. He wouldn't refuse to listen to your songs if they had lyrics, don't get it wrong! And, like his sibling, he would try his very best to give you his best insights and opinions if you asked them of him but, like I said, he might not the be the most... engaged... out of the ROs.

Fauve might ask if she can write an article about you for her column──‘new star on the rise!’ but if you wanted to keep it personal she wouldn't push. (She might write it anyway but present it only to you... she's very good at flattery but she's very genuine in her praise of your talents!) Would offer to become your personal paparazzi, but that one is mainly a joke! (she takes the best candids of you anyway!) If she connects with a particular lyric you've written she'll find herself doodling it in all of her notebooks and journals... she might even write it on her skin at times!

With Jackson... he's trying his best but he doesn't really get writing songs. He'll listen to your songs──he's more than happy to! He just might not get them. He does know his way around the basics of a guitar though! So upon the (very big) chance than Cilly finds out about your talents and she insists on the two of you performing for her, he'll pop out the ol' guitar and join you in song. Just don't ask him to sing with you, his voice won't carry a tune no matter how hard he tries.

??? already adores you but they might fall one step deeper for you upon hearing you sing. If you perform for them they're all heart eyes! They'll feel your music with their whole body but please don't ask them about your lyrics──they can focus on your words when you sound so good singing them!

[zodiacs-web]

Qin Shi Huang x F!reader , the reader may be Adam's younger sister after her brother's death, she decides to stay beside the brunhilde , and brunhilde asks her to go after qin Shi Huang and he is impressed by her clothes just like Eva and says she pets him from now on , she can be a little shy and innocent what find

Path

Qin Shi Huang x F!Reader

Synopsis: Adam's sister/reader falls for Qin

What's in the web: Just a pinch of angst with a bit of LoAvE

A/n: I probably took this in the wrong way but you know. I didn't like it but I hope you did.

Tear-filled eyes threatened to burst after watching the death of your brother, Adam. Shaky breaths left you after dropping to your knees. Adam's wife, Eve, confidently stood and held her ground along with her kids. And I mean all of them.

You got up from the floor and headed towards the hallway. Heavy panting filled the empty hall, notifying anyone far from you. Looking in every room for Brunhilde, not for rage, not for revenge, but a mere path for yourself.

Finally finding Brunhilde, she was gorging herself in pies. Goll and Hrist stared at you, then onto Brunhilde.

"Ah, um. Brunhilde?" Your hands writhed along with each other.

The gorging woman turned to you, a pissed face filled with pie stains along her lips. You shrieked from fear, almost wanting to go back to Eve.

"Whag wagnt?!!" Brunhilde spoke with her mouth still full.

"Ah, ah, I- what do I- we do now?" Your soft-spoken voice contrasted her voice from before.

Brunhilde cleaned herself up before speaking, "Frankly, I don't know what to do myself now that they've taken my trump card. But you want me to make a path for you, right?"

You pursed your lips and nodded. She sighed.

"Well, can I stay with you?" You asked. Goll and Hrist looked towards you, almost in disbelief. "I promise I won't go out of line." Brunhilde stayed quiet, thinking of what to do with you.

"Fine, but you will have to stay on my side, no matter what." You smiled while Brunhilde decided on what to do with the third round.

After the last rounds and a bundle of emotions from them, you had to prepare yourself for the seventh round. "(Y/n)?" Brunhilde looked towards you. "Uh, yes?"

"I can't find Qin. I'm gonna need your help as well." She said while walking past you.

"I'll be on it." You walked off, searching in every room for the man named Qin. Walking into a different hallway, you saw a hole in the wall. "Eh? I wonder what happened here."

You tip-toed your way around the broken concrete. Searching for what seemed an eternity, eventually, you bumped into Goll.

"Ah! (Y/n), are you also looking for Qin?!" She asked while grabbing your shoulders.

"Eh, yes. I am."

"Good, come look with me." She grabbed your wrist and led you astray. You both went to god's side just in case the man went there. You both stopped at the god's VIP section.

"Do you think he's in there?" You asked, unsure if you both were in the right place. "No, but we don't know if we don't see," Goll responded.

She threw the doors open, a loud thump was heard from the side. Ares was taken out by the door. F. She pointed to Qin was sitting on the couch.

"You! Why are you here?" Goll yelled towards the emperor, who was lavishly enjoying himself.

"I couldn't find my place so, I chose this one instead." He pointed down to the couch. "More importantly, who is that woman behind you?"

You looked away as everyone's eyes were on you.

"Adam's Sister." Goll sighed. "Now come back to-"

"Oh? What a strange sight to see." He chuckled while standing up to get closer to you. "A lovely lady indeed."

As he stared at you, but you felt naked even though you practically were.

"Hey, woman. Would you like to be with me?"

"Eh?

[akumaalert]

not a request just sharing bc i couldn't stop thinking of just "what if lucky called heis good boy" like how he calls her good girl sometimes but like.. i'm pretty sure he would break

This was supposed to be a mini-fic....but...uh....it'll likely be the first chapter of "Divergence" instead LMAO But hope you enjoy!

Good Boy

Karl Heisenberg x Reader, Explicit

CW: Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Voyeurism, Happy Ending, Virgin!Karl Heisenberg

An AU happening during chapter 19 of "Heavy Metal Lover" but can be read without reading the main story.

"Unfh..."

That had been the first noise from Lucky besides the scratch of a pencil against paper that he had heard in about an hour.

Stuck in his office with her as he searched for a misplaced - not lost, just misplaced! - core schematic, Heisenberg tried to ignore the nagging thought of how domestic the space had become. Lucky never moved his things - something he was infinitely grateful for. He could recall too well his ever boiling frustration at having his room "cleaned" when living in the castle. The maids were well-meaning, but always adjusting. The room he had held would have felt more his own had he been able to move his own furniture around without the chambermaids fawning over him.

"No, no, young Lord Heisenberg! This is all wrong...off you go...go play...we will fix this mess."

Now on his own and in his element of chaos, he felt comforted, even if secretly so, that Lucky never seemed to complain.

Comforted...but cautious.

The day at the stronghold seemed stamped into his memory...right in the front for all to see. It remained a wonder Lucky didn't see it on his face.

The knowledge.

The horrible, horrible knowledge.

Love.

Staring at an old newspaper clip-out that he had saved with a picture of a modern car on its faded pages, he absently pushed the glasses back up his nose.

It tired him - the constant need to flip back and forth between acknowledging his feelings and thrusting them as far down as he could manage. Drowning them out with that beautiful sound of cinching machinery. Allowing them to seep into him with every laugh from her lips.

Heisenberg was starting to fall in love with the woman. The woman he had failed to kill - the lucky one to survive his maze. The woman his mother expected him to impregnate in order for Miranda's mad vessel to be born and to be killed all in the name of misery.

Misery otherwise known as Eva.

Slowly but certainly, Lucky was driving him insane. Reminding him of things he could never, ever have. Teasing him over and over for days on end.

Heisenberg remembered all too well his reason for entering the office. He had nearly sliced his own arm clean off his shoulder when he lost himself to his situation. To the possibility that, despite his body being so ill-suited for the task, Lucky could have his child. Would want his child. His thoughts, as they so often did, snapped back to the need for freedom - for the need for the arms to come loose from his latest corpse to transform them into one of his many soldiers.

But the more he thought of freedom, the more she sat in the background of his mind.

The more she sat there, the more his tired musings began to stitch together.

The more freedom and Lucky - the two dreams of his world - became intertwined.

He had been thinking of her - of Lucky - beside him the day that he won freedom from the village.

Won freedom...and her.

"You did it, Heis! You did it!"

Lucky would never know how dear it was to him...the fact that her emotions ran so freely with her very being. Beaming. She would do nothing less than beam at him. Her eyes would glow and crinkle at their tails as they did when she gave him her most genuine smiles.

"You did it. You're free. Our...our family is free."

"...family?"

She would grab his hand. Just one. He needed the other steady on her cheek.

Lucky would bring that hand clasped in her own to her belly.

"Our family..."

"Our...another...another Heisenberg?"

In his dreams, she shyly escaped his gaze to nod.

"You...you haven't been alone. Not with me. Not with the start of our family. But now...now, Heis..." Her eyes popped back up all soft and sincere. "Now you'll never be alone again. Not with our baby Heisenberg on the way..."

The only break from his reverie was the slice to one of his favorite stained t-shirts. Only the fact that it was Heisenberg's powers directing the saw had it falling to the floor instead of through his tensed skin.

Heisenberg could only stand in shocked silence. The arm that had been spared from the violence came to grab his shoulder. Though no injury had occurred, he felt stabbed all the same.

Family...and joy?

Lucky...with him?

Another Heisenberg...alive?

A thought washed over him like ice entering his veins.

A boy or a girl...would we have a boy or a girl first?

First.

As if Lucky wished to be objected to more of his perverted and preposterous daydreams.

When he left the room, the metal was still shaking.

"Gotta get that fucking schematic...keep forgetting it...keep going to the office and...fuck...keep talking to her. Gotta stop fucking talking to her. Schematic. Get the fucking schematic."

Lucky had been asleep in bed when he first entered. A rushing relief to his soul. But as the search for the schematic went from flipping through one file to frantically reshuffling the wayward stack the paper should have been in, he knew it was only a matter of time before she would appear.

"Oh...ah!" Lucky yawned all cute and squeaky. "Good morning, Heis."

"Morning," he said flatly. "You...you move any of these lately?"

"No," she said sleepily. "I don't touch those...way above my pay grade. What are you looking for?"

"Core schematic," he grumbled. "Not fucking here...where the hell did I put it?"

Though Lucky made a very pointless questioning noise, she said nothing as she sat down and began her daily transcriptions. Hell, he had been grateful. She showed concern because she was simply a good person beneath all of the trauma and the terror she had reigned on his self-image. But she didn't pry or attempt to enter his space afterward where she would clearly only be in the way.

But that was before her second moan filled the office.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, never looking up from his stack of papers.

A frustrated sigh and a grumble came from the desk chair.

"Think I slept on my neck funny last night," she said. "Doesn't help that my posture is shit. Just making it impossible to find a good angle to work in."

Growing agitated at his fruitless search, Heisenberg whipped around to look at her. "Want some help?"

"Mmn?"

"Want a massage or something?" he offered. "A...ha! You'll find this funny. Supersized one up in the castle? Used to love to make me massage her neck when I was a kid. Fucking manual labor when I was barely old enough to write. Had maids to do it - an assload at that - and forced me to instead."

Raising an eyebrow at him, Lucky frowned. "Was it...did she...did she hurt you? Like...if you didn't do it?"

"Ah nah," he said, taking careful steps over to Lucky. "Told you...when I was a kid, I was off limits. I whine about it now...but...well...I was a kid. Bitch loves kids. So I had to massage her back...but only part of this stupid salon thing we used to do together. It was nothing. Stupid. Just like her."

He did not know what to make of Lucky's face. Tilting her head, she steadied a look on him that could only be called curious.

"It's...it's a good memory? Of Alcina when you were small?"

Heisenberg scoffed.

"It's a memory," he said, standing behind Lucky with a wide stance and an even wider stare at her neck. "Not good or bad...just...there. Now...where's it hurt, kid?"

Raising a hand, Lucky placed her fingers on a section of her neck before swirling her touch.

"Ah...there...like just this one spot, but fanning out..."

"Okay...looks like your C7."

"My what now?"

Chuckling, Heisenberg moved her hand out of the way. "Your C7 vertebrae. Duck your chin down so I can get in here properly."

Doing as she was told, Lucky's head moved forward and Heisenberg placed his gloved hands against her neck. His thumbs encased the pained area and began to move in slow yet sturdy circles.

Lucky immediately began squirming.

"Can you maybe try without the gloves?" she asked. "Those are like...rough or something."

Casting off his gloves quickly, Heisenberg rolled his shoulders before trying again. "Wah, wah, wah...doing you a favor and you're out here complaining. That better, your highness?"

"Yes, actually," she said, relaxing. "And thank you. Asshole."

Puffing air out of his mouth, Heisenberg merely shook his head as he kneaded her skin.

"Mmn!"

Heisenberg tried to hide his stillness by immediately starting to massage her skin again.

But the noise could not be ignored.

"What was that?"

"Your hands...they're so warm. Fuck...feels good."

"Oh..." he said dumbly. Blinking down at her, he turned his head away as he kept his fingers in motion.

The fact that his cock had begun to waken in his pants was not lost on him.

"Are you using your electric powers? Is that why it feels so good?"

"Nah...really shouldn't do that on the living above the waist."

Above the waist...but below the waist...

"Ah," he continued, running his teeth over the scar on his lower lip. "Cause of the heart or whatever. Probably your brain too from this angle. Could fry both without meaning to. And I was working...earlier. Probably why they feel hot."

Lucky sighed as he continued to work her neck. His fingers were sweeping but slow. He had started off so intently and so rough. What had happened?

I felt her skin. Felt her beneath me. Felt her neck...for all she knows I could snap it right now and instead of being afraid she's welcoming me...she trusts me...trusts me enough to let me do this...

The next round of his fingers on her neck dipped into skin purposeful in their worship.

Her response was immediate.

"Oh...oh...good boy," she whispered.

To say he was lost for words was like calling water wet.

Though he kept his massage in a rhythmic round, his eyes were wide as they could possibly be behind his glasses. So wide that they hurt.

What the hell did she just do to me?

If he had to go off of physical injury, he would say she punched him in the stomach with all the force of a train running at full speed.

If he had to go off of an attack to his psyche, he would say she wormed her way into some long buried and forgotten wire that sent his entire brain into overdrive.

If he had to go off the erection now straining against his paints, he would say that he was royally fucked.

"You really are so good at this," she said, her voice still breathless. "Good boy...my good boy, Heis."

Heisenberg snatched his hands away as if Lucky were lava.

"Wait! No...what's wrong?" she asked, turning slightly to look at him.

If she looks down...if she sees...

"GOTTA TAKE A SHIT!" he exclaimed suddenly.

Lucky's mouth dropped open as she gaped at him.

Then she nodded with a laugh playing at her lips.

"Yeah. Go. Just come back and finish your massage."

Before he could finish blinking, he found himself storming down the hallway.

Well...intending to storm. His gait was impacted a bit by his dick standing at full mast and his hands hurriedly attempting to unbuckle the straps around his pants.

So FUCKING dumb. A shit? Really? he thought, visibly grimacing. It would have probably been less embarrassing to admit I was about to jack it to her calling me hers.

Hers...her good boy...good...I'm her good boy...hahaha...

What am I? A fucking dog?

...don't answer that.

Rushing into the break room, he considered the couch before catching sight of the bathroom. With a flick of one wrist as his other hand pulled his cock from his underwear and pants, Heisenberg slammed open the bathroom door.

He managed to slide his pants down his legs as he sat on the toilet and closed the door with the weakest of hand movements.

Finally free from judgment, Heisenberg hissed as he fumbled his glasses to the nearby counter and took himself into his hand.

"Good boy...her good boy...fuck...fuck yeah I am, baby..."

A groan and a grunt fell from his lips as he jerked his hand along his shaft.

All too often this act had been nothing but release from tension. An exploration so technical and so tedious as to be boring. But now with Lucky at his side and in his bed - however platonically she slept there - the images that plagued him seemed vibrantly real and tempting in their joyful teasing.

Imaginings - hopes and dreams and fantasies - that he could only cling onto in the moment.

The desk.

He would take her right on that same desk she was taking notes on.

"Oh, Karl," she would say, despite not knowing his first name. "Gonna be my good boy?"

"Yes," he said aloud, eyes closing and mind prickling with sights of her and waves of pleasure.

Lucky would be splayed on his desk - lying on her back and presenting herself to him as if she were a meal to be consumed instead of a darling treasure to worship.

"That's good...only good boys are allowed to fuck me. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes...yes...god fucking damnit. YES." Huffing and hating the tremble in his thighs, Heisenberg bucked into his hand. "Yes...only me...wanna be your good boy. I'll be so good for you. Only you, Mein Schatz..."

A dirty laugh from her lips. The Lucky of his dreams becoming more and more defined as she palmed one breast and teased her clit with the fingers of her other hand.

"Mmm...know what you're saying you know...my treasure...that's so cute...been feeling the same way about you lately...thinking of you...dreaming of you...my good boy want to tell me what else he's been feeling? Mmn? Big boy wanna tell me before you put your cock inside of me?"

Lips loose along with his pleasure, Heisenberg found he could not build his voice to say the words aloud.

So he mouthed them instead. Mouthed them and stuttered in his quest for pleasure as his hand curled about his shaft at the "lah" tipping silently from his tongue.

"Oh, darling..." A smile. She'd smile. Genuine and sweet and sincere and all for him. "I love you too, Karl."

"Mmnnn....ah...fu-UCK!" With a panicked inhale, Heisenberg quickly pinched the head of his cock to prevent his end from coming too soon. "No, no, no...not yet...not yet...please..."

Though the pleasure was unlike anything he had previously experienced and his calves clenched in protest of a release delayed, his oncoming orgasm stalled and began to fade.

"Such a good boy," said Lucky, eyeing him in his fantasy like she would look at a drink of water on a hot day. "That's right. You don't come until I tell you to. Understand?"

A nod of his head.

"Good, good boy. My good boy. Good Karl. Come on...think it's time you got your treat...here...I'll help you..."

With her fingers moving to fully expose the inside of that wet and preciously pink pussy of hers, Lucky looked up at him with a lidded look.

Heisenberg had no experience with another person when it came to handling his physical pleasure. Hell, with any pleasure or positive feeling at all. Except maybe the triumph of victory over others, he had never had the chance to experience happiness - true happiness and trust and faith in another soul.

Until her.

And for her...for her he would indulge and give himself freely...if only locked away inside of his mind.

Inexperience taking a back seat to passion, he pictured himself guiding his cock into her waiting and welcoming body. Maybe he would steady himself with a hand on her hip or simply with a heated stare into her eyes.

He all but strangled his cock to try to mimic a feeling he had never known and had never thought to miss before her.

"Uh-huh," whined Lucky in his dreams. "Oh...you're so big...fill me up just right. So fucking thick..."

"Hah...ah...your good boy big enough for you?"

"Yes...oh yes...yes...so big...such a perfect dick...please...please Karl...Heis...please, baby, please...Heis?"

When he began to rut into his own hand with a purpose, he felt flames like that of standing directly beside the blaring crucible dancing across his cheeks. Though some of his daydream seemed vague and hard to read, he had enough to know that he could not delay the inevitable for much longer. Lucky - the real and actual Lucky - was still waiting for him back in the office. Waiting and none the wiser to his desperate need for her affection. It sickened him - the want for anything and everything to do with her.

Sickened him...and sent electric shocks of white pleasure down his spine.

"So fucking perfect...you're so fucking perfect for me, Lucky...oh..."

"Heis..."

"Huh...ah...already so close...so damn worked up...can't stand it...can't stand you looking like that..."

"Like what?"

Heaving and heatedly squirming where he sat, Heisenberg noticed for the first time that one of his boots jutted up and down on the floor beneath him. As if his entire body refused to be still.

"Most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen," he bit out. "Please...please, Luck...I know it's soon...but please..."

A tilted head and a gentle grin. A pointer finger that danced around her clit and drew his eyes away only long enough for her to breathe out shallow and short. His eyes snapped back to hers immediately.

"Please what?"

"Please let me come...let me come inside you...wanna...wanna take you...claim you...don't want you with anyone else ever again."

Glinting eyes and lush eyelashes.

"You're gonna be all that to me, Heis? Well...in that case..."

Her lips finding his own. His very first kiss - albeit imaginary. Her lips soft but without taste. His own lips puckering even as they trembled from the need for more.

"In that case," she continued, taunting him in his ear. "Come, Heis. Be a good boy and come for me."

Hindsight would have him chastising himself for not thinking to grab some tissue. In the moment, however, he was too busy panting and watching his cum dot the floor in thick strips. Heisenberg growled...tried to hold on to the image of her with one eye still closed.

Reality settled in on him. Settled in even as his stomach quivered underneath his shirt and his orgasm began to relax into his bones. It was pleasant and his every nerve seemed to stand on edge. Tingles of pleasure radiated from his chest to his feet flat against the floor. Gulping in air, he knew he had never come so hard before in his life. It was good...great even.

But it was not her. It was not enough.

Clean up was a quick and tedious affair. Lucky could not know what he had done in her quarters. The tissues he found too late to wipe his seed from the floor were tossed and flushed away. He checked the room once and then again once his shades were back on his face.

Finishing the belt at the top of his pants, he cleared his throat before exiting.

The television in the break room still hummed though it sat completely dead in the meager light from the ceiling.

Shit...glad she wasn't in here. Never had anyone here to care about when I got down to business...no telling what my powers do with electronics...

The schematic. He had to find that damn schematic.

Trying to level his breathing as he stalked the hallway, Heisenberg considered the day before him. Lucky had not wished to attend a revitalization attempt with him yet. While he didn't intend to push her into seeing something that might scar her again, it might be worthwhile to have her eyes in the room at some point. She hadn't complained about the notes yet. Maybe he should offer? Make it sound like a small deal and let her in when it was near completion? Give her a taste before exposing her to more?

Fucking stupid...it's all so fucking stupid...what happened to me? If she were any assistant, I would just drag her ass there and have her record the whole thing. Fuck me with all this concerned shit.

But she's not just any assistant...

Entering the office, he stilled at the doorway when he saw Lucky facing him from her chair.

"Uh...hey," he said, licking his lips. "Sorry about that. Took...ah...let's just forget it."

"Actually," she began. "I need to be honest with you. Because of what happened before..."

Eyebrows shooting up, he stood in silence before she continued.

"Um...so...I was sitting here...sitting here and trying to rub my neck or whatever..."

"Yes?"

"Well...the radio came on and it freaked me out a little bit..." She paused, her fidgety look dropping to the floor. "But...the more I listened...the more I...recognized your voice."

"My...my voice?"

"Yes."

Heisenberg could not move. He shouldn't be looking at her, but he was afraid if he blinked that the tension would break and she would begin laughing or cursing or, worst of all, apologizing.

"Umm...it...I heard you. And I guess you were...I guess it was real time." A tent of her fingers and a swallow in her throat. "I heard your comment and responded and...I think...I think you could hear me too. Possibly? You seemed to...seemed to be replying to what I said directly."

Shame. Shame for a million years fell on his shoulders that had felt so light before.

"Where?" he managed to say. "Where did you come in? What comment did you respond to?"

How she looked at him, he had no idea. She was far braver than he could ever be. Heisenberg planned to face down Miranda without a single hesitation one day on that glorious battlefield where his freedom could be won.

But now? Faced with Lucky standing and walking toward him with the full weight of her eyes upon him?

He looked away.

"You said...you asked me if my good boy was big enough for me."

The purr in her voice. The sound of her steps growing closer. The burn in his throat.

"After that," she said. "I called your name...I...responded to you and you to me."

"That didn't...I..." He shook his head. "I...umm..."

"Can I hold your hand?"

Head shooting up, Heisenberg caught her heated look. The same heated look she had worn in his dreams.

He nodded. Nodded even though he barely registered it until she took his hand and steps to press herself flush against him.

When she spoke, it was hushed and low.

For him and him only.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom...freshen up. Since we know you can communicate from the radio to the television...I want you to tell me when it's okay to come back here. I'm giving you two options."

Heisenberg hung on her every word and looked at her as if she controlled his every movement.

"The first...you can leave. Can give me enough time to go there...find what you were looking for...then tell me you're off to do whatever. I won't mention this again. We won't mention it."

Silence fell between the two of you. A crackle of the radio to the side of the room.

"And the other option?" he asked, voice nearly breaking.

A shy look. A happy tilt of her lips.

"The other option...you can rest for a bit before I come back here and make whatever fantasy you were having come true."

A mouth drier than dry left his tongue feeling too large. Too large and too needed to swipe across his lips.

"You don't have to answer now-"

"The second one," he said. "Second one. Want that one. Screw the first one."

A bright and happy smile. A smile that crinkled the tail of her eyes and lit up her face.

She was beaming at him. Squeezing his hand before parting from him.

Not for long...not for damn long if he could help it.

"You give me the word then, good boy," she teased, walking out of the room.

Legs nearly buckling and sending him to the ground, Heisenberg took uneasy steps to his office chair before throwing himself on it. His entire body buzzed, though it seemed far less like electricity and far more like promise and hope. Not love on her end...not yet. But a maybe. Potential.

More.

Grinning stupidly and looking at the desk, he made quick work of clearing the area for the fun he planned on having from his daydream to come true.

As soon as he picked up the recorder Lucky used to transcribe his notes, Heisenberg saw it.

That damned schematic.

His last visit to this same room. A note on said schematic stating "DON'T FORGET" in large words. A note he carelessly put there before guiding Lucky to sit down to look at her transcriptions and laugh with her over the sixth stable boy in one week to die of drunken stupidity.

Quietly and contentedly, he opened the desk drawer to stuff the schematic inside.

"Mmn...don't think I'll need you for a while yet actually..." Eyeing the radio on the wall, Heisenberg tossed his glasses to the table and tried to slick and perfect the wiry hair about his head. "Oh, Lucky, honey...room is ready whenever you are...and so is your good boy."

[samstree]

a name, a home    

“Sometimes, we find our home in the most unexpected places. Like you did, with your witcher.”

Jaskier wishes he could believe that.

(2.9k, mpreg, pregnant jaskier, unplanned pregnancy, sick jaskier, supportive geralt, mutual pining, cw: vomiting, fever)

AO3

Jaskier doesn’t remember passing out until the world comes back into focus.

For a moment, the crowded tavern gets swallowed into a silent void, and then there’s nothing. The dark spots recede slowly, so much so that Jaskier has the urge to shake them away. The pain at the back of his head is what brings him back to reality, and panic seizes him.

His elbow slams into the wooden floor as he tries to cradle his rounded belly—a subconscious reaction when anything happens these days. Being heavily pregnant and yet still traveling the path means he’s constantly worried about the little one in there. Under his palm, his belly ripples steadily as always. Jaskier sighs with relief.

He finds his lute not far from where he fell and reaches for it.

“Easy, son.” A gentle voice stops him and catches him by the forearm. “You gave us quite a scare.”

Now that he notices, the whole tavern’s eyes are on him. The stage is low enough for all patrons to gather in a half-circle and look at him with varying degrees of worry. Right in front of everyone is the owner of the establishment, Eva, a woman with the warmest smile and most beautiful lines around her eyes.

“Hey there,” Jaskier clears his throat. “So many…lovely people.”

Eva turns to hold back the customers, something about having nothing to see here and giving the bard some air. They linger, staring quizzically. Seeing Jaskier play the lute with his rounded belly was strange enough, not to mention the fact that he fainted in the middle of a ballad. Jaskier can’t blame them, really, but Eva doesn’t relent until Jaskier has the room to sit up and breathe.

“You alright?” Her eyes are back on Jaskier and full of patience.

“Well, she’s okay.” Just to be sure, Jaskier puts both his hands flush on the bump of his stomach and feels for another moment. He manages a smile, although it might look more like a grimace. “I’m okay.”

Eva doesn’t comment on how unconvincing Jaskier sounds, only showing her palms to pull him up. Stars reappear in his vision and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to ride out the throbbing ache deep in his skull.

“My lute,” Jaskier protests as she steers him away from the stage.

“I’ll come back for it.”

Gently, slowly, she guides Jaskier back to his room and places him on the soft bed. The dull ache behind his eyes worsens. Now that he thinks about it, it’s been pounding on his nerves since the morning, and performing for hours only made it worse.

“You look like you could use some rest, son. Get in bed while I get your fancy lute, alright?”

Jaskier barely has the strength to nod before kicking off his shoes and burrowing under the cover. The door squeaks shut, and immediately he drifts off, in pain and shuddering. It feels like an eternity has passed when Eva comes back and props the lute next to the door, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute.

“You are too good to me,” Jaskier says, ready to sink into oblivion once again, but he senses the mattress dip and the next thing he knows, cool, soothing fingers are on his forehead.

Eva has been nothing but kind in the past few days, making sure he can earn his keep without any trouble. Her touch is so nice that Jaskier can’t help but lean into it.

“You are running a fever. Might have a concussion too,” Eva berates without heat, tsking when feeling the cold sweat on Jaskier’s hairline. “Why did your husband let you perform out there like this?”

If only Geralt was his husband.

Even in a haze, Jaskier is alert enough not to say that out loud. Denying is a moot point; everyone they’ve passed in the past few months has looked at Jaskier’s midriff and drawn their conclusions. It’s only logical, if the combination of witcher and bard isn’t a bit strange.

“It’s not his fault, my dear lady.” Jaskier can’t help but defend his witcher. Geralt has been taking care of him the best he can, but coin has been tight with the winter coming. All contracts count at this point, so Geralt is away most of the time. “A bard needs his music to thrive, even with a little one coming. Besides, she likes it when I sing.”

“She?”

“Just a hunch.” Jaskier smooths down the fabric over his taut skin and feels a tiny kick. “There’s always half a chance I’m wrong, but…she would be nice.”

“My daughter just had her baby girl last year,” Eva says with a warm gleam in her eyes. “I was with her the whole time. Even though she’s a parent herself, she’s still my little girl, you know? I thought…well I thought having her family with her when the baby came would be good. And it was. A mother’s touch was just what she needed.”

Jaskier feels his lips quirk up. “She’s lucky. Both of them.”

“You? You have your witcher, little poet, but what about your mother? You family?”

A pang of regret washes over Jaskier. He blinks, but the gentle adoring image of Eva sitting by his bed and stroking his hair can never overlap with his own mother. When was the last time any mention of Mother brought Jaskier any trace of happiness? He would have been too young to remember.

“The road is my family, my lady.” Jaskier swallows a lump in his throat, and Eva stays silent for a while.

“I see,” she answers eventually. The crinkle around her eyes drops a little in sympathy. “Sometimes, we find our home in the most unexpected places. Like you did, with your witcher.”

Jaskier wishes he could believe that. “We are not—”

“I’ve heard both of you deny it, but—” Eva shakes her head with affection. “The fact is too obvious. The way he looks at you. I hate to think how he’s going to be when he comes back to find you like this. That one, he looks like he could take on the world for you. And the child.”

Jaskier’s breath hitches, not daring to believe Eva’s words. The yearning in his chest grows, taking root deeply around his lungs despite how much he fights against it. When he found out he was pregnant, Jaskier was sure that would be what it takes. Geralt would leave and he would be alone, and the ache that’s seeped into his every breath could fade at last.

And yet, here they are.

“Geralt is not the baby’s…” he starts, but doesn’t know how to finish. “He believes we are his responsibility, but that’s just him. He doesn’t really want us. Not like that.”

“Have you asked him?”

The prospect sends a shudder down Jaskier’s spine. The sickness settles in his stomach, and his head grows drowsy with how soft the pillow is.

“I can’t.”

A soft smile hangs by Eva’s lips. “Think about it. I don’t know you that well, but maybe, there’s a chance your witcher’s heart is not as fragile as you believe.”

Jaskier muses the idea, but all his worries are smoothed over when Eva continues to run her fingers through the curls at his forehead and softly tells him about everything and nothing.

“Sleep, darling. Don’t you fret. I’ll be here.”

Jaskier feels so safe in the presence of Eva and her reassuring words. He never realized that it’s a kind of longing that he lacked.

“Thanks, mom,” Jaskier murmurs. Curling into himself, he falls asleep feeling painfully young, and dreams of the cold mansion in Lettenhove.

 ~~~

When Jaskier wakes up, it is to a crushing wave of nausea. Rolling out of bed takes everything he has, and he lands on both knees, just in time to reach the chamber pot. Emptying the content in his stomach hurts more every time. He’s forgotten how miserable it is since the morning sickness stopped months ago.

The hands that catch him by the shoulders are too large and too strong to be Eva, and Jaskier lets out a sob at the sight of Geralt. Shaking with tears, Jaskier sits back on his heels while callused hands rub small circles into his back.

“You are back.”

“I shouldn’t have gone.” Geralt’s brows knit together, and it looks like he hasn’t had a chance to clean up since the hunt. His hair is a mess, but luckily there are no injuries. “Eva told me everything. How do you feel?”

“Like shit.” Jaskier breathes through the spasms in his stomach. The frown on Geralt’s face deepens, and Jaskier curses himself silently. Geralt is blaming himself, even though there’s no way he could have known. Jaskier loves and hates his witcher for it. He amends softly, “just…take me back to bed, will you?”

Pressing the back of his hand to Jaskier’s forehead for a second, Geralt’s shoulders seem to slack a little. “Here, let me.”

Carefully, Geralt loops his arms behind Jaskier’s back and under his knees, and lifts him off of the hard floor. After making sure Jaskier is comfortably propped up against the pillows, Geralt busies himself with taking out the sick and bringing some water back into their room. The shuffling noise grounds Jaskier as he rests his head against the headboard. The baby is quiet, thankfully.

“Geralt, darling.” Jaskier smiles despite how faint he feels. “Stop fussing and sit with me?”

With a cup of water and a clean washcloth in hand, Geralt settles next to Jaskier, their thighs pressed together. Jaskier leans into the solid weight of his witcher despite the sweat already soaking through his shirt.

“Drink this? And we can change your clothes.”

The water soothes the burn in Jaskier’s throat and he finishes all of it in a heartbeat. With Geralt’s help, Jaskier pulls off the shirt that is currently sticking to his back, and flinches when the washcloth touches his skin, cold and damp.

“Sorry,” Geralt whispers, wiping away the sweat and tears stains on Jaskier’s cheeks before moving to his neck. It’s almost too much on his fevered skin and Jaskier lets out an unhappy noise. “Just a moment. You’ll feel better.”

Jaskier feels exposed with his shirt gone and his pregnant belly on full display. A draft comes in through the window and raises goosebumps all over him. The quick exchange between hot and cold adds to the discomfort, and Jaskier lets out a distressed hum. The next thing he knows, his body is seeking out whatever comfort it instinctively knows. Draped over Geralt’s shoulder, Jaskier inhales the familiar scent of horse and leather and the ache in his bones eases, if only by a little.

Geralt supports Jaskier’s weight without a moment of wavering and keeps on pressing the cloth to the nape of his neck to bring down the heat. It’s not like Geralt, but he’s started to ramble on about their plans. Geralt does this when Jaskier has doubts. He lays out their plan down to every detail and lets the stream of words wash over Jaskier.

“Oxenfurt is only a week away. We can stop here for a few days so you can recover. I know you feel awful but we can’t use any strong medicine, not now.” Geralt puts the cloth away so he can rest his palm on the side of Jaskier’s round belly, his thumb absently tracing the stretch marks there. “It’ll all be okay when we get there. You wrote to the university, right? So you know they will set up a place for the two of you. The healers are the best. Essi will be there too.”

“Yes,” Jaskier says, “Essi.”

“Mm-hmm. She makes everything better, you said. The little one will have more than one bard to sing her to sleep. You can both write her so many lullabies. Our baby will be loved dearly, Jask—”

Geralt takes in a breath, and Jaskier freezes too. The slip reveals too much. Only the gods know how many times Jaskier has fantasized about his future like this. It’d be perfect, Geralt and him, and their child. He snaps out of the dream every time, just like he is forcing himself to do now.

“I didn’t mean…” Geralt pulls back with a flash of panic in his eyes. “Your baby, Jaskier, of course. I—that’s not what I meant—”

“What are you doing?”

The panic in golden eyes morphs into confusion. “I’m…telling you it’s okay. You don’t need to worry that I will cross the line. I promised to be there however you need me, and I will. Please, Jask.”

“No.” Jaskier closes his eyes for a second. “What are you doing here with me, Geralt? What are we doing?”

Geralt tilts his head, silver strands of hair falling next to his eyes. “I don’t understand.”

“You are here now,” Jaskier sighs, eyeing at his belly, “and you’ll stay until she comes out.”

“Of course.”

“But what then? What happens after?”

If there’s a sound when a heart breaks, Jaskier imagines it would be the silence that’s filling this inn room right now. The question has been at the tip of his tongue for longer than he wants to admit, and now… Perhaps it’s the fever. Jaskier has always been particularly brave when he’s not thinking straight.

Geralt takes some time before answering, and when he does, there’s something hopeful in his eyes. “I’d be involved however you wish me to be, but.”

“But?”

Jaskier’s heart flutters. Heat spreads from his cheeks to the shell of his ears in anticipation. If Geralt still wants to be with them even after the birth, if their lives are still meant to be together, maybe Jaskier can still keep a piece of his wildest dream.

“I’d like to raise the baby with you,” Geralt speaks softly, as if he’d break something if his voice got any louder. “Jaskier, I never knew I could ever feel like this, not until that day, by some miracle, you told me that you were bringing a child into our lives. I never stopped hoping since then. Having you is already a blessing I don’t deserve, and now… I’d like for us to raise her as our child, if that’s what you want too.”

Jaskier stares, congestion forming in his nose. Suddenly all that fills his mind is Geralt, with their daughter on his hip; Geralt, placing her on Roach’s back and making sure the mare is gentle with her; Geralt, happy and content by their side as the seasons pass, always. He doesn’t know how to respond with the joy and hope overwhelming him.

A kick lands on Geralt’s palm and Jaskier looks down by instinct, holding onto the spot by overlapping their hands. Tears hit his wrist, and Jaskier has to blink his vision clear.

“You don’t even know whose child I’m carrying, and you—” A whimper chokes in his throat. “And you claim to be the undeserving one.”

“Oh, Jaskier.” Geralt breathes his name like a prayer. “It’s your baby, don’t you see? How can I not love her when she’s a part of you?”

Jaskier’s forehead rests on Geralt’s collarbone, the two of them rocking back and forth slowly until the turmoil raging inside Jaskeir’s mind calms down. In the end, the answer is every so clear.

“I’d like that,” he sniffles. “Gods, Geralt, you can’t just say that and believe there’s any chance I’d refuse. I want it. You. I want you with us.”

When Jaskier looks up, Geralt is practically melting at the answer. The tiny smile on his lips is more blinding than the sun. Somehow, Jaskier senses his heart being mended back together, all the cracks and bruises healed by the way Geralt wipes away his tear tracks.

“You have me.”

And the rest doesn’t matter.

 ~~~

The day stretches on, fading in and out of focus. Jaskier spends hours dozing on his side, now in Geralt’s sleep shirt. They still call it Geralt’s sleep shirt even though Jaskier is the only one wearing it. The tunic is worn and smooth, buttery under the touch. When Jaskier grows restless at night, oversensitive like an exposed nerve, it’s the only thing he can bear on his skin.

His fever breaks after a particularly sweet dream, a vague image of a clear blue sky above the sea and three sets of footsteps on the beach, one of them a lot smaller than the other two.

Geralt’s hand returns to Jaskier’s belly as he blinks away the sleep haze, a solid anchor for both him and the baby. Jaskier links their fingers together, smiling blearily.

“Eva.”

“Hmm?” Geralt raises an eyebrow.

Jaskier squeezes his hand. “Eva, if it’s a girl.”

“If? I thought you had a hunch.”

“I could be wrong.”

“I’ll quote that the next time you’re being stubborn.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Geralt’s eyes crinkle at Jaskier’s pout, and he relents. “It’s a lovely name, but why?”

Jaskier burrows into Geralt’s neck and lets their baby be surrounded by the two of them. Safe and sound.

“A reminder. That home is wherever we are.”

[justasimptm]

The Bride C3

“My children, thank you all for coming. Lady Dimitrescu, you have my thanks for agreeing to host me, visiting your home is always such a pleasure,” Mother Miranda starts, all attention snapping to her immediately. The praise makes Mother smile, she dips her read in reverence. Miranda sweeps her eyes around at all of us, pausing on each of our forms in acknowledgement, I can nearly feel Moroe shaking when she glances at him. How pathetic. “I’ve asked you all here so we can review our progress, and make changes as necessary. Monroe, why don’t you start for us. How have the Cadou been taking?”

And so it goes around, everyone trying to earn Miranda’s love by saying how well we’re doing, despite no real progress being made. When her gaze finally settles on me I feel uneasy, unsure what she’ll ask me. Mother had been very clear that I was not going to be doing any real work in terms of changing anyone.

“Y/N, my youngest, I have a very important question to ask you. An honor, really. Please come here,” she calls, extending her hand forward. After a glance at my mother and a near microscopic nod of her head in permission, I draw forwards slowly, bowing my head in respect as I stand before her. “Please, daughter, look at me.” Monroe gasps audibly, he’s not allowed to look at her, not this close. Most of us tend to divert our eyes, only looking at her briefly. None of us have ever been specifically instructed to hold our contact.

Shakily my eyes skim up to her face, where a soft but chilling smile rests. She dips down ever so slightly, pulling my hand into hers, sending another shockwave of surprise from our company. Mother Miranda typically prefers not to be touched, so the fact she is initiating this contact makes me uneasy. What could she want from me that she feels she needs to do all of these theatrics to get it? Why does she think I need to feel special?

“Y/N. You’ve grown so much. I remember seeing you, still human, near death. The metamycite allows me to see such things, and my oh my, how you’ve blossomed. Of all my children, how it changed you really is the most amazing.” I can feel the chilled stares, clearly off put by the favoritism. “You’ve all become so much more than you ever expected, but Y/N? She’s still able to retain her form, identical to how she was before, even her newer form is still beautiful. It doesn’t fight to escape her, it helps her shine. She isn’t in danger from things that the other girls are, the cold does nothing to her.” Now I’m starting to get more nervous, all these compliments are certainly leading up to something big, something I don’t know if I’ll be able to give. “And so, as the one I’ve seen bond so well with the change, I have a wonderful question for you.” And here it comes. “I would never wish to take you from your true mother, but with your permission I would like to use your DNA, try to combine it with my beloved Eva’s. I truly feel as though we will have some great success if we do so.”

This even tears a shocked sound from myself and I have to steel every nerve in my body to keep from jerking back and out of her hold. She wants to use me to bring her daughter back? I didn’t even want this. Behind me a loud clap startles me from my frozen state. I can hear my mother thanking Miranda for her generosity, Moroe and Donna chittering between themselves, but Heisenberg is surprisingly quiet.

“Silence!” The room mutes instantly at Miranda’s words. “This choice is for Y/N, and Y/N alone.” She tips my head back up, staring through her mask into my eyes. “What do you think, my child? May I try?”

‘NO NO NO’ I want to scream, ‘no you can’t use me to try to bring your daughter back from the dead. You should just let me die!’ Instead I force a smile, pushing as much faux excitement into it as possible and nodding my head so fast I swear I can feel my brain slamming around. “Yes of course you can, Mother Miranda! I would be so honored to help you! Please, let me do what I can for you!” A smile spreads across her face at my external eagerness. Her hand strokes my cheek, before stepping back.

“Thank you, Y/N.” With that she essentially shoves her hand into my stomach, causing me to gasp and stumble slightly. And then just as quick as she did it, she pulls back, a handful of something in her grasp. Something inside me feels slightly out of place, shifting until it rests back where it thinks it belongs. “I must go now, bring this to my laboratory so I can begin trials.” With that she’s gone in a flurry of crows, leaving the five of us in silence.

Silence which is broken with a crash, and lots of yelling. My mother sighs, growling out my sister's names.

“Daughter, would you mind going and telling your sisters to knock it off.” She says to me, turning to face our company, “It’s time for me to show them out.” I dip my head in acknowledgement, turning and allowing my form to change. Much like my sisters I can essentially hold my full body form, but also shift into insects to move quicker. However, unlike them where they’re flies, I actually can become moths. Much more elegant, if you ask me, which is the only reason I ever even allow myself to do it.

For the first month after my change I had no control, phasing in and out of each form sporadically. I’ve grown since then, now able to focus it into certain areas if I wanted. It takes less than a minute to find where the racket was coming from. The three of them had taken to terrorizing our newest servant, the poor girl was backed into a corner in the study, brandishing a candelabra as if it would protect her. Judging from the state of her clothes and the blood stains they had already gotten a bite of her.

“What on earth do the three of you think you’re doing?” I seethe, their collective attention snaps to me in an instant. The girl lets out a pathetic whimper as I reform and stalk forwards. Bela laughs, twirling her blade around her fingers as she eyes me up and down.

“We were hungry, sister, what do you think we were doing?” She snarks, turning her gaze back to the shaking child, who curls deeper into herself. Cassandra and Daniela let out small confirmations, unable to keep their eyes on me longer than a moment before turning back towards the girl, eyeing her up like a lion would a gazelle.

“I think you’re all acting like imbeciles.” I snap, crossing the room in an instant and throwing them against the wall before latching onto the girl's shoulder and shoving her from the room. “Go get that bandaged, report to my  Mother immediately.” I demand, slamming the door behind her as she stumbles into the hall before rounding back to my sisters. “You three know better. Mother Miranda had barely left before your little stunt. Can you imagine how displeased our mother would have been if you had embarrassed her?”

Daniela rolls her eyes at my dull threat, Cassandra has the decency to look slightly wounded, but Bela? Of course she isn’t done fighting me yet. She takes half a step forwards, cocking her head to the side and smiling at me. “What? Afraid we’ll ruin your chances at being Mother Miranda's special little guinea pig? As if you deserve that. She should have asked us. We’re far stronger than you anyways.” She states, motioning to herself and the other two.

“Yeah,” Daniela says, crossing her arms and stepping up beside her, “You aren’t as special as she thinks. Anything you do, you know that we do it better.” Cassandra joins them, creating a wall of envy.

“You didn’t even want this, remember? Mother should have just let you die. She could have had us, we’re all she needs.” She tells me. Part of me wants to laugh, another part to scream. I wanted to die, I want to tell them, I wish she had let me. But if they thought they could be so much better, then I might as well show them why they’re weak. In an instant I’ve flown across the room, throwing open the window I had once escaped from, letting a harsh breeze of cold air flush the room. They screech at me indignantly to close it as they scramble for the door. I just smile, moving to stand directly in front of the billowing curtains.

“Next time you three start thinking you’re better than me because you were so prepared for this, I want you to remember one thing. You may have asked for this, but you are not stronger than me. I take more than some wind to hurt. Be careful who you try to play with girls, because unlike the maids, I’m not an ant for you to burn with a magnifying glass. You are, and no matter how much my Mother loves you, I am her real daughter, and out of the four of us? Take a guess who she would save.” With that I allow myself to drop backwards out the window, vaguely noting that they managed to get the door open and get out to safety. A feeling of serenity rushes through my veins as I drop. Finally being able to snap at them felt so good, even if later I end up regretting it. After the day I’ve had, there isn’t an ounce of regret in my body. It felt so good to be so cold, to say what I had been craving to say since they came into my life. They had all but imposed upon a life I didn’t want, tried to shoved me into a corner, tried to take what was mine. I am sick of letting people take from me.

God had dictated to take my life. My mother took my death. They tried to take my mother. Miranda wants to take my body. Take, take, take. No more. If this is the life I have to live, then nobody is taking it from me. Never again.

[nyehilismwriting]

Hi! I'm not sure if you're taking RO asks rn but if you are could I ask how the ROs would react to MC asking them softly to dance with them? Not even dancing well, just saying along to quiet music when they have a moment of peace together. If you're not taking asks no worries, you can just ignore this! 😊

this ask is so nice.......so polite........do you want to go to the grocery store together..i’ll buy us a coffee after. it’ll be nice

"dance with me?"

you barely realise you've said it until eva looks at you, the faucet still running, soap on her hands. there are dishes still to be done, things to put away, work to be done - but the music is soft and beguiling and the orange glow from the streetlamps turns her hair the colour of mahogany.

she's blushing slightly, mouth opening. her eyes flit down to your hand, and for a moment you think she'll say no.

then her hand closes around yours, still damp, warm from the water, and you grin and pull her close, a hand on her hip, her hands closed tight around your heart as the two of you begin to sway. it's barely dancing, but that was never the point.

eva leans in and rests her forehead against yours, and hazily, you think - that was the point.

---

"dance with me?"

amari blinks.

"what?"

"dance with me," you grin at her, can't help yourself with the way she's looking at you, two parts amused, one part confused as you hold out your hand. "come on. let's dance,"

"sure," she uncurls herself, slides her hand into yours (and you take a moment to revel in how easy, how natural it is, the way she laces her fingers with yours and squeezes) and lets you pull her close, her wooden hand coming up to rest on your arm. "like this?"

it might be your laugh that does it; it might be the hitch in your breath as she steps into your space, but when she tilts her head to meet your eyes, she's smirking. your voice comes out hoarse.

"yeah. like this,"

---

"dance with me?"

"ugh, yes. thought you'd never ask,"

you snort as shaw drops the handful of clothes he'd been folding, leaving them in a crumpled pile on the bed.

"you just don't want to do laundry,"

"what are you accusing me of?" he's grinning as he hooks his fingers into the pocket of your jeans, hauls you in close. you rest your hands on his shoulders, instinctive, natural, rest your head on his shoulder and breathe in deep.

"nothing, except not wanting to do laundry,"

the vibration echoes through your body as he laughs, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as you sway. "very astute. what are you, a psychologist?"

"something like that,"  you grin into the crook of his neck as he rests his cheek on your head, let your eyes drift closed. it's not really dancing - swaying gently like this, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your back, your breath against his neck - it's not something you want to put a name to.

not yet, anyway.

---

"dance with me?"

you're holding out your hand, holding your breath, holding yourself, in the dark room. alone, but for the shadow on the wall, the voice in the dark.

levi doesn't let you stay that way for long - never would, never could. his hand is warm around yours, pulls you close and you go gratefully, leaning against his chest, solid and grounding. his arm around your waist, hand still in yours, lips against the crown of your head and yours against his collarbone.

"OK?"

"yeah," you breathe out, let the tension out in a hiss of breath, fingers tangling in his shirt. "just wanted to dance,"

he hums, lets you lead as you move slowly, carefully, quietly round the room. follows your path with his body, his hands, his heart beating steady under your palms. when you come to a halt, he stops with you, and though the music still plays, the two of you are still and silent in the dark.

[elliewritessometimes]

"you took all the pillows, so i'm using you as one" kateva?

hello anon i hope you're doing well i am like,,,,, 30% sure that this is anne hi! hello! greetings! how are you

anyway i have finally gotten round to finishing this prompt it's only taken what seven years oops

tw: swearing that is all i think

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Eva had had a long fucking day. So had Kate, to be honest, but today Eva really did just want to be dramatic and complain at the world. So she did.

"I hate everything."

Kate looked at her through their eyelashes, face frozen in an exaggerated pout as they blew steam off a takeaway cup of peppermint tea. "Oh my God, me too!!!"

Eva groaned, sliding down to faceplant into the coffee shop table. "It's true though. I hate everything in the world," She paused, "Apart from you."

"Thank God."

Reaching blindly to the side, Eva snatched up a decorative cushion and pressed it into her stomach. The coffee shop itself had been in the town for years but only recently discovered by the Giles Corey cheer team, the news of its apparently showstopping hot chocolate spread by Reese, and soon the entire team was known by name to the baristas. Kate and Eva liked to go there after school to get away from siblings and parents and pressures. Here they could slide into a booth, get hit in the face by a rogue plastic fern decoration, hug one of the minimal cushions and forget about their problems for a while. Sure, it was a little dark and rundown, but at least it was safe. And, yeah, the hot chocolate was fucking life changing.

Eva groaned into the table again as something bumped her hip. "Noooo-"

"Do you want a hug or not?"

Eva made an indiscernible noise, similar to that of a vocal keysmash, pressing her nose further into the tabletop. With the hand furthest from Kate, she snatched up the second, and last, decorative cushion from the booth, piling it on top of the one already in her lap.

Ceramic scraped against wood as the saucer which held Eva's rapidly melting iced chai latte was pushed out of danger away from her and towards Kate. Then, with a soft flump, a head landed on Eva's back, hair tickling around her ears.

"What are you doing." It was a statement of betrayal rather than a question.

Kate didn't move. "You took all the cushions, so I'm using you as one."

"This is so unfair," Eva protested weakly. "What did I do to deserve this."

The other student wrapped an arm around her waist, sitting up slightly to sip at the nearest mug. "I'm currently the only person not on your hated list - I can do what I like, bitch."

"Bitch to you too, I guess." Eva finally raised her head from the table when Kate froze next to her. "What?" She broke into a grin. "What happened?"

Kate turned, horrified, to their girlfriend. "This is not peppermint tea." She pawed at her tongue with one hand, gesturing to the mug with the other. "What the fuck did you put in this?!"

"It's good!" Eva cackled at Kate's disgust. "You're just lame." She took the opportunity to bury her head in her partner's lap.

"You're so weird." Still spluttering, Kate poked Eva's cheek. "Ugh, ew, and now I'm the pillow. What a bitch move."

Eva laughed. "I don't think I hate everything anymore..." She paused. "...Bitch."

"Oh my God."

[jujywrites]

Neil/Eva + 8

Power Swap 

I liiiiiiveeeeeee~

finally back to canon-verse smut, accompanying another less spicy ask (which will maybe be done soon idk). with a line contributed by @kikithedeceiver,  forever and a day ago. (this and other asks also posted on AO3 for Dick or Treat round whatever it is)

~~~

Night had fallen and it was still far too hot outside. But that didn’t matter because Neil was home, where the AC actually worked, in his room. Trying and failing to fall asleep.

Today had been bad, at work. Partly because of the heat and partly because Neil had been utterly incapable of preventing his mind from wandering to places it shouldn’t have gone. But that had been the heat’s fault, too.

No. No, it hadn’t. Because here he was, not melting, and his mind was still wandering, hopefully enough to keep it from happening in the daytime around Eva.

About Eva. Like now. Thank god she wasn’t a mind-reader.

Did she have working AC at her place? Or did she have to strip to whatever skivvies he definitely hadn’t been fantasizing about earlier that day?

“Goddamn it.” Just thinking that made him go from half-mast to full. Shivering, he rubbed again the bedsheets a few times with a soft moan. “Damn it!” Then he flipped onto his back, shoved his boxers to his knees, and brought a hand to his dick.

….Eva knelt next to him on the bed, in a purple lace bra and panties– in nothing but a thong– in a red babydoll nightie.

No. Black satin. A heart shaped window between her breasts, low cut matching panties she was easing her hand into. “You could barely hold back all day, huh?” she was saying nonchalantly. “I could tell the way you were looking at me was different. I just didn’t think you were having such dirty thoughts about me.”

She leaned down, down, until she was lying on top of him, and kissed him.

She smelled like the ocean. He could feel her fingers moving in her panties. She moved her hips, too, and his moved in response against her.

He got his tongue into her mouth and his hands around her back to work on her bra.

She made a noise against his lips and stopped kissing him. “Oh, no, not so fast,” she said, voice low. She sat up and pulled back, out of reach.

He couldn’t stop the whine from escaping.

“You’re going to take something very important from me, Neil Watts. I am not complaining about that, but if you want it– if you want me– you have to earn it.” She pulled her hand from her panties. Slid her panties to her hipbones and down.

(He slowed his hand, breathing hard, her name wisping out of him.)

She was straddling him now, hovering over his dick, lowering herself onto him. “Oh. Not that I haven’t thought about this,” she said breathily, riding him slowly. “Hey, eyes open.”

He did. “Eva. You f-feel so–”

She stopped on a downthrust, gazing at him with a soft smile that still made his stomach roll. “I have an idea,” she said, entirely too peppy. She lifted off him and giggled at his groan of protest. “Here’s a secret, Neil.” She crawled up him while she spoke, until she was straddling his chest. “I kind of have a thing about your mouth.” She raised herself up, till her neatly trimmed pussy was all he could (wanted to) see. “Show me you can use it.”

And she lowered herself down–

(and “God,” he choked out in the real world, hand lightning-fast, “oh, god–”)

and she moaned loudly as his tongue found her clit–

(”Eva–!”)

“Like that, Neil, just like that, you’re so good–”

–and Neil gasped, moaned too loud, back arching as he spilled all over his hand. “Y-Yeah, Eva, fuck…!”

He opened his eyes once he could breathe normally. Grabbed blindly for tissues, cleaned up, lay back down. 

Then he finally let himself think. Let himself wish, briefly and fiercely before letting sleep claim him, that maybe the time would come when he wouldn’t have to rely on fantasy.

[sasa-gay-yo]

Just Us (Chapter Eighteen: Silver)

←Chapter Seventeen 

Early 849

“Elias, can you take this order to Mrs. Los? Do you know where that is?” The boy looked up at me from the coffee beans he was grinding and nodded, taking the bag I handed him. 

“Can you also pick up some milk on the way? Try to get the one at the bottom of the icebox, yeah?” 

“Sure thing, Miss. Eva. What time do you want me back?” I looked up at the clock on the wall, noting that it was almost closing time. By the time he’d be back, I would be cleaning up already. 

“Actually, the milk can wait. Bring it when you come to work tomorrow morning. After you drop off the box to Mrs. Los you can go home.” His face lit up, knowing that I wouldn’t keep him to clean the floors today. With that, he took the money out of my hand and turned to wave with his left hand, just like Jonas, and walk out of the door. I rested my elbows on the front counter, looking around at the few people left in the café. I didn’t feel like cleaning, so I just finished grinding the coffee beans Elias left, waiting for the two tables to leave. 

Elias had started helping me at the café every day since he turned thirteen, the legal age of work, since his father had given up a career in hopes of revitalizing society through the Order of the Walls. Now being older, Elias was getting fed up with the way his parents started treating June and him, saying it was better to starve than forcibly take food from what the Walls supplied. At one point, the boy had stayed at my house the whole week, not wanting to go back home to face the men his father brought over who tried relentlessly to convert him. June was able to shield herself from this by always staying late in the bookshop taking on restoration projects that made her work for hours on end. She would always come into the café tired, needing a cup of coffee, but saying how it was worth it since she didn’t have to go home. At some point, Jonas, Ben, and I had talked about what we might do to help them. They could only stay over at our houses for so long until their parents would get too strict. This meeting we had was prompted by their father wanting to marry off June to someone’s son next summer. If he married her, especially to someone in the strict Order, she would have to quit her job and would not be able to take over the bookstore for herself. She cried to me that night too, Levi sitting in the corner watching her, only to let her sleep with me while he took the couch. When I told Levi about their situation, he could only get angry for their plight but could give no solution. No one knew what the solution was. All I could do was try my best and shield them from home life. However, I did plan to argue for June if her father pushed marriage next summer. 

Speaking of Levi, he was supposed to come over tonight and stay. They had just returned from a rather interesting expedition, and he sent a letter saying that Hange was keeping him locked down for her experiments before he could come. The day after tomorrow, he had to return to, again, plan the next expedition around Hange’s "master plan". The only detail I was allowed to know was the fact that it had to do with capturing a titan. I would have to ask him about that crazy want and how they were going to get a titan through Trost and back to HQ. Hopefully, he brought some of Erwin’s orders too. While most of the Scouts didn’t know about my existence, to keep business going, they ordered from me regularly. Whether it be basic supplies or bread, it came through me first, and then it went to Reeve’s if I couldn’t fulfill. Erwin and Levi were also trying to convince me that with the worsening of the famine, I should just come and work as a cook or stock worker for the Scouts, but I refused. If I left, Elias wouldn’t have money to support his family.

“Have a goodnight, now, Eva!” I waved to the customer who finally left, leaving their stray newspaper on the table, and decided that even if there were ten minutes left before official close, I would start now. As I turned around to get a broom, the knob of the locked door turned and then turned again before opening. Only two people had a key. With a smile on my face and one hand on my hip, I turned to face him. 

“This could be breaking and entering. I’m clo…” Turning to the door, hoping to see Levi, I saw four people standing outside the door looking in. They were all wearing Scout uniforms, and I thought at first Erwin could have sent them to pick up the order, but my raven-headed boy pushed through them, grabbing the key from the older-looking man’s hands. The others seemed like they were lost, not knowing what they were doing here in the first place. Their eyes were heavy too like they had no idea why I was here either. Why had their captain taken them here? I also had the same question.

“I brought them here at this time on purpose. Do you have enough tea?” Levi seemed to be the only one calm as he stepped into the café, walking to a round table in the center that would hold all of us. So he had brought them here… but who were they? It’s not like I knew any Scouts by name, and none of them seemed to be officers. We just stared at each other and Levi clicked his tongue, leaning back in a chair in his usual fashion. 

“U-uh, um, come in. Please.” I put the broom down, gesturing with both hands to have them sit down, and they all waited to see if Levi was going to protest before they stepped in. With the amount of Scouts gathering after hours, I made sure to lock the door and pull all the front shades down so no one from Mitras could think wrong of the situation. Well, I didn’t know what this situation even was, so they could be entirely accurate. Either way, seeing the normal, annoyed look on Levi’s face as he told the four to calm down made me a bit more at ease, walking to the counter to make six cups of tea. 

“Eva?” I looked up at Levi’s call and he had a finger pointing at the red-haired woman next to him, “Petra said she would prefer water, but she was too afraid to ask you herself.” The woman’s face flushed bright red to match her hair, and she held both of her hands up. 

“I-I… I’m not afraid! No! I just didn’t… didn’t want to bother you!” I gave her a soft smile and nodded before turning to get her some ice. They still were silent and I could feel Levi’s annoyance grow when looking over all of them. They had their hands in their laps or eyes looking anywhere but Levi and I. Petra. Petra. Where had I heard that name before? Levi and Hange both mentioned her. What were the other’s names? Maybe if I knew theirs’ it would spark a memory. 

“Does anyone want honey?” I asked, hoping you could get information out of them that way, but they were still all too nervous to answer. None of them could look me in my eyes either and I realized that Levi had probably told them some scary rules before coming here. I sighed. 

“I’ll just bring the whole bottle, yes?” I poured the correct amount of honey into Levi’s cup and put them on two trays, walking over. Levi had an empty chair next to him, one hand already resting over the top, and he pointed down indicating that’s where I was going to sit. When I passed out the cups of tea, they mumbled thank you under their breaths, still not looking up at me. It was almost comical now how afraid they seemed to be of Levi’s wrath if they did something wrong. I was now entirely too curious to see what he'd said and I was going to tease him for it to at least lighten up the mood. 

“Geez, Levi. Did you tell them I bite or something? Don’t worry, I’m not as scary as he is.” This didn’t help to lighten the mood at all, and they looked even more nervous now that I’d just insulted their Capitan right in front of his face. I’d have to remind Levi once again to stop being so mean to the cadets. Every time I would come to HQ, I would watch him outside Erwin or Hange’s window and frown at the punishments he so easily dished out. One time, I even caught his eye and shook my head, causing him to glare and make a cadet get up from doing the hundred push-ups he’s punished them with. 

Levi cleared his throat before sitting forward to address them.

“This is my Special Operations Squad,” He went around the table, “Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn, and Gunther Schultz.” They all bowed in their chairs, none of them daring to touch their cup of tea before Levi did. Were they being cautious of him or cautious of the drink I’d given them? Also, did they know who I was? My memory had sparked, remembering Levi talked about Eld, making him a second in command for this new squad. They’d formed a few months previous if what Hange told me was correct. Levi had told me the final lineup so I could confirm that he made the correct choices, even though I knew nothing about titan killing. He’d do that a lot more, asking me my opinion on a Scout matter, just so I could confirm his thinking was correct. One time I disagreed with him and he pouted all day. 

“I’ve heard of all you. The amount of titans you’ve all killed is very impressive.” Again, a chorus of nervous thank-yous came and Levi glared at their apprehensiveness. 

“This is my wife, Evlynn. She owns this café.” I had to swallow hard at whatever emotion came up in my throat as he introduced me as his wife. There had to be some form of reasoning for this, but it made my heart jump again. It had been almost two years since he’d made the promise to marry me someday, and he had yet to act on it. A girl couldn’t be that patient. I could see their eyes almost bug out of their heads as he introduced me as his wife too. So, they didn’t know who I was. Their faces all showed an intense form of disbelief at his words. They could tell just by us sitting next to each other the difference in personality. I was upright and smiling at all of them, making fun of their Captain, and Levi was glaring down at them, his voice being nonchalant about this situation. He almost sounded bored and annoyed he had to introduce me in the first place. 

“Y-You’re married?” The older man let out, making Levi roll his eyes. 

“Not yet. Soon. Why are you all so surprised? Wipe those looks off your faces.” This made me snicker, putting a hand over my mouth as not to ruin the “Captain” hold he had over them. Suddenly, this meeting was going to turn into a fun one on my accord. 

“Don’t be so mean to them, Lev!" You hit him in the shoulder, "They’re going to let you die on the field if you act like this. Please, introduce yourselves to me! One by one!” Again, they seemed disturbed by Levi and I’s juxtaposition, and even Levi turned his head, trying not to glare at me. It was obvious to him what I was doing.

“Eld Jinn. Second-in-command. Wall Rose. Ma’am.” The others gave Eld a weary look at his short introduction, finally looking into my eyes, but when Levi didn’t say anything, they continued. 

“I’m Gunther Schultz, Ma’am. My birthday is July 30th and I am from a small village inside Wall Rose.” This felt weird to me now. They were talking to me with the same prestige as they give Levi, which makes sense, but it was uncomfortable to me. I was probably the same age as all of them and I’m not in the Survey Corps. 

“You can all just call me Eva. I’m not a soldier, I’m a café owner.” Again, all of their gazes went to Levi to see if he would give them this permission. I frowned and glared at Levi. If he wasn’t such a harsh leader, then they wouldn’t be scared of me. I should be happy he’s letting more people know about me, but now it was just making me more annoyed at his treatment of people. 

“In this café, I rank above Captain here. Call me Eva. Oluo,” I pointed to him and he looked at me now, giving the same look Levi’s face would express, “Introduce yourself.” I felt Levi shift next to me, but it was just to reach over and drink his tea. 

“Uh… I’m Oluo Bozado. Like Captain Levi said.” I frowned again, crossing my arms. All their introductions were the same. 

“Any fun fact? How many titans have you killed?” I could see a smirk flit across his face. Ah, now I’ve hit the jackpot. 

“I’ve killed almost thirty titans on my own. Six within my team here.” I turned to Levi, and he side-eyed me. 

“Is that a lot?” I whispered, putting my hand to block my mouth, knowing for a fact that everyone could hear me. Levi smirked into his tea, hiding it with the cup, before going back to his normal face. He shrugged. 

“I have at least double.” The other three had to hide their laughs as Oluo’s jaw clenched. He so badly wanted to yell at Levi, but he knew that if he did, he’d be punished somehow when they got back to HQ. I may rank higher than Levi here, but as soon as they walk out the door, they’re at his mercy.  I just raised my thumb at him. 

“Well, work hard.” I knew my smile cut into his ego, and he sat back in his chair, moping. I turned to Petra, remembering her last name as some family who lived in Trost. I pointed at her and she almost jumped out of her chair. 

“You’re from Trost.” She quickly stood up and bowed, the chair almost sliding back to hit the table behind us. 

“Hello, Eva! Ma’am! I’m Petra Ral! My family is from Trost District! I’m a team player and am devoted to our Captain!” It was the others' turn to laugh at her, but this time they didn’t hide their snickers. She sat down slowly and Levi and I exchanged a glance. His glance basically said ‘She’s usually not like this'. I smiled again and just nodded. 

“I’m glad you’re devoted to such a meanie.” Levi gripped my thigh, which he placed his hand on under the table to try and control my language, but it didn’t work. 

“I can introduce myself then. I’m Evlynn Flynn, but you can call me Eva. I was adopted from the Underground when I was twelve, but I didn’t know Levi back then. My caretaker owned this café before he died, and then he transferred it to me. Levi and I met almost… Oh, has it been almost 5 years already? We met right after he got promoted to Captain.” I saw the way they squirmed under Levi’s gaze. They had questions they wanted to ask, but they couldn’t while he was there. I’d have to fix that. 

“Lev, can you go upstairs and get me a jacket? I’m getting cold.” He raised an eyebrow. 

“It’s the middle of sp-” I kicked him under the table and his glare increased, but he knew what I wanted him to do. With a groan and a big motion of his chair, he exited through the storage room door. As soon as the wood door stopped moving forward, Oluo jumped forward in his chair.

“How did you marry him?” It was a harsh whisper, but the difference in personality made me laugh. 

“We aren’t married yet. I still have a few months to decide if I hate him or not.” That didn’t make him laugh and he still gave me a confused look. Confused that I was with Levi in the first place. 

“Is he as mean with you as he is with us?” Petra cut him off. 

“Captain Levi isn’t mean! He just expects a lot from us, Oluo.” He rolled his eyes at her.

“You assisted us in three kills this last expedition and he goes,” Oluo dropped his eyebrow and squinted his eyes imitating Levi, “Petra. You should have gotten your own kills.” I had to give it to him, the impression was spot on and when I laughed, they all looked at me in silence. Perhaps the rest of them thought Oluo should’ve been more careful speaking in front of me, but my laugh scared them. 

“No, no. That sounds like him. I can just talk back to him where you all can’t.”

“I can’t imagine anyone talking back to Captain Levi,” Gunther said and Eld nodded in agreement, taking a sip. He didn’t talk much. That’s probably why Levi chose him for second-in-command. 

“There are so many things I could tell you, but I’m sure Levi wouldn’t appreciate it,” I leaned in to whisper to them and all four of them followed, “like how he likes his back rubbed before he goes to bed.” Just then, the stockroom door slammed open, hitting the wall next to it, and there Levi was with a sweater in hand. By how tight he was gripping it, I knew he’d been standing by the door listening for a few minutes, probably hearing everything Oluo said. Oluo had to know it too by Levi’s very specifically placed glare. 

“Thank you, Lev.” I could feel his annoyance at that too, me calling his nickname in front of his subordinates. This was a fun little game I knew I was going to get punished for later, but it was worth it. Levi cleared his throat to get everyones’ attention. 

“I brought you all here today because there should be no secrets between our group if we are to maximize teamwork. Moreover, like I would try to protect your family members, which I’ve met, you are expected to also protect mine. No one is to know of Eva outside of you four and various other Scouts. If I find out a rumor has leaked, I won’t hesitate to come to you four.” He, again, glared right at Oluo. I guess he's the troublemaker of the group.

“If you need a place to hide, you all can come here. I’ll lock him out.” Another harsh squeeze to my thigh. Another kick to the leg.

“Alright, you four may leave. Report to Hange Squad tomorrow for training.” They all stood up in an instant when Levi’s Captain voice turned on and affirmed him with a quick yes, Captain Levi! Before gathering to exit. While Levi stayed seated, I stood up and ushered them out, only to notice Petra and Oluo staring at the pastries leftover in the glass case. They probably thought they would be getting some and staying longer than this ten-minute conversation we had. Levi just wanted to get them out before I could say anything too embarrassing. 

“Would you like something to take with?” Petra was the first to wave her hands. 

“No, no. It’s fine, I was-” 

“Peach or apple? It might be the last fresh fruit I get.” One last time, she looked to Levi, who had his back turned to them drinking his tea, and then she nodded slowly. 

“Peach.” When I got back over to her, the three remaining pastries in the box, she was fumbling with some money notes and I shoved the box in her hands.

“You don’t have to pay. It’s for visiting.” Her eyes widened again. 

“I can’t take this! I have to-” I pushed the box harder into her hands, asserting that I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. 

“Pay me back by keeping Levi safe.” She stood there and stared at me for a few seconds, her eyes twinkling, before bowing sharply. It made me jump with the force she put into it, bending a full ninety degrees.

“Yes, Ma’am!” Behind me, Levi showed the signs of wanting to laugh. His shoulders tensed up and I heard one distinct cough. The others behind her were halfway there too. I just smiled and grabbed her to stand up, waving them off as they got on their horses. Once I got back inside, Levi had let his laugh go. 

“You’re so mean to them. Did you see how tense they were?” He took another sip and I sat back down, turning my chair so I could face him. 

“I’m not mean, I’m assertive. If I’m their Captain, I have to be strict with them.” I rolled my eyes at him and he mimicked me. 

“How old is Petra? They all seem young except Oluo.” Levi looked up at the ceiling to try and think about their ages and then shrugged. 

“I think Petra is twenty. She came to the Scouts the most recent out of all of them. The rest of them, I think, came a year after I did. I don’t pay attention.”

“They’re your team and you know nothing about them?” He scoffed and put the empty teacup down. I replaced it with my own, knowing I wasn’t going to finish. He promptly picked it back up and took a sip. 

“I know their combat and field abilities inside and out. I don’t need to know their birthdays.” I narrowed my eyes at him and smirked, poking his stomach. He swatted at my hand.

“I bet you know all of their birthdays, you just don’t want to seem soft.” I tried to poke him again but this time he grabbed my hand so I couldn’t.

“You’re one to talk. You didn’t know my birthday until last year. Five years you said?” I gasped, putting a hand over my heart. 

“That’s because you refused to tell me! You didn’t give me a gift until this year!” He huffed and grabbed my hand to pull me up onto his lap. This was a sign that he wanted to talk about something semi-serious. 

“What if I marry you for your birthday gift next year?” My eyes narrowed in doubt. 

“Is this one of the things you say you’re going to do and then end up not doing?” He almost choked on his tea. 

“When have I done that? Do you want to get married or not?!” I put my hand on my chin like I was thinking deeply about this. It made me think of the other’s reactions when they found out that we were in fact planning to marry. Well, he did introduce me as his wife. 

“You have to propose to me correctly.” He lifted his head and groaned before pushing me off of him and starting to get on the floor.

“We’ve had this conversation. Here I-” I held my hand up, looking at him down on one knee like I told him it worked. Frankly, it was a dreamy sight, him in his uniform on bended knee in front of me. However, one thing was missing. Maybe two. 

“Ring?” I held out my palm and he left out one big breath before standing back up. 

“You know, I’ve actually looked into it. Why the fuck do you look surprised? Yes. I did, I looked into buying a ring, and guess what? There’s no ring maker in Trost. Not one. That means I have to go all the way to the capital for your request.” I puffed up my cheeks at him, trying to imitate his pout. 

“And is that going to take Humanity’s Strongest another year?” He gained composure and grabbed the teacup again, brushing off his pant legs.

“If you act like this, it’ll take two.”

“I want to get married before I’m thirty.” 

“I’ll do you one better and get married to you on the day you turn thirty.” I glared at him and stood up to collect the teacups on the table that were barely half drunk. I was going to have to fight this man tooth and nail even though he was the one who said yes. 

“You’re turning thirty-two this year, old man. You’re the one who has to rush.” His eyebrow lifted as he got up too to join me by the sink and watch me clean his comrade's dishes. Like he usually does, he just leans on me and puts his arms on either side, hands resting on the edge of the sink. Hands that could help me clean these extra dishes too.

“If I recall, you’re the one who told me to live in the moment. Why rush?” I pointed at the pile of dishes in the rack. 

“You can live in the moment by helping me clean those. Or would you rather mop the floor?” He pushed himself off the sink, rolling his sleeves up to get ready to rinse off the plates and bowls leftover from customers. We just stood there like that, going through our method of rinse to dry, and letting the sun fade behind us. I stole some glances at him, but he was too busy focusing on cleaning the plates that he didn’t notice. I sighed in content and wished he could have stayed another day before he was swept up into meetings. 

“Can I come with you tomorrow to the HQ? We can use Erwin’s orders as an excuse and take my cart?” He just hummed and nodded, finished with the last plate, handing it to me, and turning to lean on the sink like always. It was odd to see the sunshine in Levi’s eyes, reflecting in the silver like a mirror. I didn’t have to turn around to see the sunset, I could just look into his eyes. Moments like this, regardless if it was an hour after he was rude to his team, reminded me just how much warmth he had inside of him. Even now, he was humming, waiting for me to finish. If only I could show Oluo this Levi, then he would understand why’d I want to marry a man like him. 

“Stop staring at me.” I smiled up at him. 

“No.” He clicked his tongue, turning his head to hide the blush I knew was coming to his cheeks. I turned back to finish the last few dishes in the comfortable silence that was created, and Levi just stood there looking out at the only open window again.

“Did you really have to tell them that you rub my back?” I put the last plate back in the cabinet, laughing. 

“What? Humanity’s Strongest doesn’t deserve back rubs?” Turning to face him, I put my hands around his neck and his hands instinctively rested loosely around my waist. He brought one hand up to push a piece of hair that fell out of my bun, back. 

“He does, but not everyone deserves to know that I get them. Like you. Not everyone deserves to get to know you.” 

“Oh, and you do?” We started rocking back and forth to some music playing in both of ours heads. Maybe to the song that he always hummed. Swaying left and right. 

“It’s reparations for the amount of mental trauma you bestow upon me by trying to out me to my comrades.” I paused in the middle, scoffing and letting go of him. He laughed once as I turned away from him, taking off my apron. 

“This was supposed to be a cute moment and you ruined it. You mop the floor.” 

The next day, early in the morning, we traveled back to the HQ, some of Erwin’s orders in hand. It was nice watching the sunrise, both Levi and I in the front bench of the cart, but over that time, I fell asleep again, resting on his shoulder. Only when he moved me off of him, making me wake up, did I know we were near HQ. That way, if anyone was awake, an hour before training, they wouldn’t suspect much but a supply run. Levi would hop off, I would wave him out, and then turn to the Quartermaster stockroom. This was the only person, besides the officers, who I would react with regularly. The only thing was, unlike the officers, the man didn’t know of Levi and me. Today, he wasn’t there either, so I left a note and put the supplies up. Next, was giving Erwin the pastries. 

Being trusted to walk through the Scout HQ alone was something I earned only a few months ago, by Levi’s standard. Still, the only places I walked to were his office, Erwin’s office, or Hange’s office. I would encounter some cadets, and they would bow, believing Erwin’s lie. It actually wasn’t a lie, I was making them bread and pastries, but they all thought I was related to Erwin. He said it was a way for cadets to understand why I would be in the officer’s quarters when other chefs or outside suppliers weren’t allowed. This means I had to be seen talking to Erwin every time I visited, which was starting to be a lot. I didn't mind though, it was nice to talk to him, and you two were creating a friendship slowly. 

“You know, if only I actually looked like you then some cadets wouldn’t question this sibling lie.” I sipped the tea he gave me, making sure if the cadets looked up to Erwin’s window, they would see us standing. 

“Your hair color is the same as my father's and no one knows that my mother also had blue eyes. If they ask you, just say you look like my mother.” I turned, leaning on the glass and looking up at him.

“And when they find out?” He put his coffee down, looking out the window again at the new cadets having sparring practice that Levi watched over. 

“Well, if they find out about your relationship first, it will help us because the new cadets think the officers have a sort of harem. If they find out we aren’t siblings, which will be a bit hard with their limited resources, it is an easy cover-up.” I laughed, covering it with my hand, and glanced over at Levi who was conveniently looking up at us. He couldn’t act out anything or even look at us too long, but I could read his look. He was hungry and annoyed at the number of kids they didn’t receive after the 103rd Cadets were disbanded. 

“A harem? Who’s involved?” He set his coffee down and decided it was time to get back to paperwork, leaving me alone at the window. 

“Most of the time it’s a combination of myself, Captain Levi, maybe Squad Leader Hange, and some other officer.” I laughed out loud this time, still leaving my gaze on the field below. 

“I better watch out or you might steal him from me, Erwin.” He chuckled too, shaking his head. I went away from the window, choosing to sit in a chair across from him. I was told to stay in here until Hange came and got me so nothing else would be suspicious. 

“I don’t think anyone is stealing Captain Levi from you, Eva. If you can get him to marry you willingly, I don’t think he’ll ever leave you.” I rolled my eyes and looked down at the papers he was working at. Hm. Why does the Commander seemingly have fewer papers than a Captain?

“Well, we aren’t married yet. You have probably a few years to take him away if you wanted. I recommend not doing that, however. His paperwork already takes him away from me.” I glared at the stack of papers and he knew then what I was talking about, yet he decided not to comment. Instead, he steered the conversation over that bump effortlessly. 

“I shouldn’t tell you this, but Captain Levi has asked me a few times about marriage… as if I would know anything about it, but I’ve given advice. I believe him to be apprehensive because he’s never been around someone married. Only a few officers in the Scouts are.” I put down my empty cup, pulling my legs up in the chair. 

“Oh, I know. He goes to Hange about “women” things too, but she’s not afraid to tell me all about it. I’m sure she’ll tell me more today. I’m glad you’re helping him though.” 

“I’d rather Levi leave certain things out when he talks to me, but I’m happy to help, Eva. Did you two ever figure out the bondage situ-?” My face went completely red. 

“- I’m going to kill him.” Erwin smiled.

“Please don’t. We need Captain Levi alive.” I glared at his playfulness. Over the past year or so, getting closer to Erwin, I see exactly what Levi means when he talks about him. A hidden devil. 

“Eva!” The door slammed open announcing Hange’s arrival after her squad had complete training. Moblit was trailing behind her too, “You will not believe what I have to tell you today!” 

“I will see you sometime later, Eva.” I stood up, giving a playful glare at Erwin, before walking out with Hange’s arm wrapped in mine. 

“Hi Moblit,” I said to the boy and he just nodded, walking behind us. I guess he wasn’t that much younger, me being older than Hange as well.

“So, I heard you met Levi Squad. How was it? How was it?”

“I barely got to talk to them. It was a five-minute conversation and then he kicked them out.” She turned around, looking at Moblit before we headed into her office. 

“You’re excused, Moblit!” I turned to wave to him, but she shoved me into her office. She turned around, slamming her back on the door, a wicked smile on her face. I would’ve been scared if I didn’t know this was regular Hange behavior. Whenever Levi let her in on a single thing about us, she would corner me to make me elaborate on a single word or sentence of his. Personally, I thought Hange was trying to live vicariously through us, even when Moblit was at her beck and call, but it didn’t bother me much. Levi said he talked to her about it once, but she was the only one who could get away with not listening to him. 

“I have been asked for advice, but I think you better just tell me so it turns out well in the end.” I raised an eyebrow and hopped up to sit on her table. This time, there was a new notebook and a lot more drawings of titans. This notebook looked worn and had a brown cover, unlike Hange’s usual green leather ones. I had the urge to open it while she was debating inside her head how to start this conversation. 

“Is this one thing I can’t tell Levi you’ve talked to me about?” She snapped her finger, pointing at me and nodding once. 

“Exactly!” She walked closer and leaned in like she was telling a secret in a room full of people, “He asked me what type of rings girls like!” I laughed out loud, shocking Hange when I had to hold my stomach too. Levi was still afraid to ask me these things and I wondered who he was going to for advice because it was pretty sound. Any gift he’d get me, minus the rose balm, was something that I liked and I knew he didn’t have any idea what was likable about it. Dresses and hair clips were not Captain Levi’s specialty. 

“Specifically you and no one else? Will I have three or four people asking me this same question?” She joined me on the table, moving to grab a pencil and a pad of paper. 

“Erwin and I this morning at our brief. The one where nothing gets done. He didn’t talk the whole time and when he did he asked that of all things. Must’ve been on his mind.” She nudged me, handing me the pencil to draw. Honestly, I’d never put thought to it, even when I’d look at Analee’s in awe as a little girl. Her's was too thick. Too gold. Too complicated. I needed to use my hands a lot at the bakery too, so it had to be something I could take on and off. And something I wouldn’t feel bad getting dirty. 

“I don’t have to draw it. Just a simple silver circle.” She looked at me, blinking twice, before grabbing the pencil from me. 

“Well that isn’t what I thought you would say. What about something like this?” She lifted the pad, showing me something she’d draw up with three stones. No. 

“I don’t want stones.” Her mouth fell open. 

“You have a man who probably hordes money stacks taller than him and you don’t want him to buy you something expensive? What about just one stone?” She quickly erased the two on the side and I shook my head. Levi did, seemingly, have lots of money to spend since he just put away his Military notes and didn’t spend it, but I didn’t care about that. 

“Receiving something expensive just because it’s expensive isn’t genuine. I just want something simple, Han. A silver ring. Maybe a bit thinner than normal.”

“Eva,” she put the pad down on the table, turning to grab my hands, “He’s not going to believe me if I tell him that.” 

“But that’s what I want, Hange. Tell him that I want him to have one too.” She groaned and let go of my hands, jumping off of the table to go to her desk. 

“He’s going to be annoyed with me again! He thinks you want some big, complicated affair and even I told him that you don’t expect that of him.” I turned to her, glancing again at the worn notebook. Maybe I’d ask her to look at it. 

“He said I wanted something big? Does he know that between the two of us there are exactly five family members and a handful of Scouts? Besides, I know he won’t agree to a wedding.” She held her hand up, shaking both it and her head. 

“I’m not too sure about that one. It seems he’s willing to do anything you want on this topic. He’s just mentally preparing himself.” I snorted, thinking about how long he’s made me wait since he first proposed the idea. 

“He has to ask me first before I can think about a wedding or a get-together. I also have to tell those same five family members that this is even happening. Dragging Jonas or even Ben to a wedding is hard to begin with, but a wedding they probably oppose? Not going to happen. I just told him we can go to the city center and have it done there. I’m content with that.” In a huff, she plopped down in her office chair, shaking her head and not understanding why someone would make this such a simple process. While Hange said she’d never get married, she always thought about the partying aspect of it. She also said that if she had the chance, she’d like to try to drink Levi under the table and a wedding was the perfect place for that. I was probably ruining her dreams as we speak. 

“So silver, thin ring. Easy to find, not easy to convince him that’s what you want.” I frowned and my hands went out to my sides. 

“I don’t understand why it’s so hard? It’s not like I’m spending money left and right!” The look in her eyes flattened, and she followed with a deadpan. 

“You spent almost five hundred notes on a new coffee machine because it was in a peach color.” I hopped of the table in my defense, but the door opened before I was able to. 

“What are you two yelling about in here?” I stood up straight, turning to the man of the hour, and just shook my head. 

“Just bad things about you.” He rolled his eyes at my smile, a faint one on his lips, before grabbing my hand and turning back to the door. 

“Bye, Hange!” I waved, and Levi just grunted.

“Do you even have conversations with her or does she just talk at you?” It was my turn to roll my eyes as I closed the door of his office behind me, following him to his desk. When he sat down, ready to start some paperwork, I sat the other way on his lap, chest to chest. This was our ritual, having found it out late one night when Levi’s heart couldn’t be calmed down from his nightmare. When he was stressed, this would calm him down easily, having my hands work out knots in his back and him able to bury his face in my hair to ground him. It was also just comfortable. Therefore, every time he would do paperwork, an always stressful situation, he would have me sit like that. Now, it was just muscle memory. 

“Conversations. You just don’t talk to anyone.” I lifted my hands to between his shoulder blades where he would always get knots. He sighed into my hair, scribbling something down on the paper in front of him. 

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but I just signed off on an expedition that falls a few days before your birthday.” I pulled back, looking him in the eyes and hoping my pout would turn around a military decision. Obviously it didn’t work, but he raised one hand to pat my head. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll still marry you when we get back. I’m a man of my word.” 

“Mhm, sure.” He scoffed and pushed my head back to where it was playfully. I complied, but this time I punished him but not massaging his back. 

“Your little kids graduate that day. Didn’t you say they’d come visit you or something?” I subconsciously traced his back, pulling myself closer to feel his heat. 

“The last letter I received from them was last year. In it he said they graduated at Trost, so once they are free, they can come to the cafe and wait for you all to get back from your expedition before joining the Scouts officially. I’ve heard they all three are doing pretty good though. Survived that winter hike you were talking about.” He just nodded, now paying more attention to his paperwork. 

“You said there were two boys and a girl? Sure they’re joining the Scouts if they’re doing well? Top ten usually go to MPs.” 

I shook my head, “No, Eren was quite serious about the Scouts. I don’t know the other two though. You’re assured one.” He huffed once in laughter. 

“Great.” 

“His resolve seems solid too.”

“Mhm.” I shifted my eyes to see how concentrated he was on his paperwork. When he had the tip of his tongue out, that’s when you knew he wasn’t going to pay attention to anything else. 

“Who knows if he’s a good fighter though?” 

“Yeah.”

“Maybe they’ll all go to the Garrison if they can’t fight.” 

“Yes.” 

“When are you going to the capital to get me a ring?” 

“Tomorrow.” I pulled away from him, trying to find his eyes, but he lowered his head, noting the mistake he just made. 

“Tomorrow?” I poked at him, my smile going from ear to ear. I could even see a little blush that painted his cheeks. 

“If you keep bothering me, it will be never.”

-

Trost was bustling that day, and rightfully so. I was three days away from finally being married, the two, slim silver bands hanging off a small chain around my neck, and the new cadets had gathered on top of the walls. There were even more people in the café than there had been these last few months. It was, honestly, a perfect day, and I hoped that this atmosphere would last for a while. The famine had brought down morale and business, so much so, that it was getting to the point where the café would only be open three times a week, and even then I would sit there in an empty space for hours with Elias doing his school work. Today, however, June and Elias were talking to their friends who had shown up to buy a slice of pie with their pocket change. It was fun to see kids be kids again, and I hoped that I could introduce June and Elias to the other three, seeing they were all close in age. June and Armin, they would like each other seeing they were both bookworms. Eren and Elias, well, they could gush more about the Scouts together, even when Eren is almost considered a Scouts. The possibilities were making me happy, the prospect of the next three days was making me happy, and I had gotten word that the Scouts would be back in the early morning unlike before. The day of my birthday. It really was an unusual day in Trost. 

It was warm too. Looking back on it now, I remember it being unusually warm for spring. So warm that I had to go and open the front windows of the café, leaning over the table that June and Elias sat at. I took a moment to marvel at the walls too, noticing the increase in people, and trying, even if it was too far anyways, to spot one of the three. Even if you were closer to the outer wall than the inner, they looked like ants all the way on the top. I closed my eyes, feeling the small amount of breeze run through my hair. It was a moment of peace.

And one I took for granted. 

There was a sound, larger than thunder, and it flashed. When I opened my eyes, coupled with the screams, there it stood. I didn’t even have time for fear to well in my eyes when a blast of air sent me flying into the edge of the window. I let out a gasp as my back slammed into the edge, knocking the wind out of me. It shattered the screens I had just opened too. There were screams all over the place and I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want it to be true. No. No. No. Why now? Why when all the Scouts were gone? It had been so long since I’d thought about the possibility of this happening, and now, when I opened my eyes again, shaking in fear, the Colossal Titan looked back. Like everyone else around me, I let out a piercing scream.

xx Ah yes, we’re finally here. Attack on Titan. No more sweet and cute moments :) maybe some,,,,,,

Chapter Nineteen→ 

Chapter Masterlist 

[angryevasanchezstan]

Some of my favorite highlights from the We Are the Tigers 2nd Anniversary stream!

These are based off of memory so some of these will be just similar to what was said so sorry

“Kate was really into supporting Chess.... take that as you will”

“Wait— did we skip over Clark’s death?”

Discussion of ships and everyone starts screaming Chai in the chat.

*Preston mentions Chai* “Hey Celeste!” “Hey Wonu!” *insert Lauren being confused and asking what chai is in the chat*

“Reese killed someone but it was an accident out of self defense” “Justice for Clark!”

“Sydney the cellphone!” Celeste: ???? Wonu: oh right that was Celeste too!

Love how Wonu took pictures with Sydney’s phone and wrote stuff to Celeste so much

Lauren looking like a proud mom when Mimi said how much she appreciated the cast.

Preston talking about making all his projects gay.

Zoe Jensen’s adorable little narration of “End rant”

“I can’t remember the names. I’ve played Reese, I played Mimi, I played Sydney” bless Alexia

Talking about how Kate read the book “Girl with the dragon tattoo” (both one and two) and brought it too the sleepover, and she was projecting onto the detective character which is why she was so into solving the murder mystery.

Annleigh saying she would want to braid Farrahs hair in the show.... give me soft sister vibes please 🥺💖

“Lauren. If Riley didn’t murder anyone, where would she be after high school?” “Rehab.... or therapy. Definitely therapy.”

Mimi supporting Non-binary Reese in the chat!

FARRAHPY (Farrah x Therapy)

Zoe Jense was sprayed with a super soaker to get the fake blood on in time. I—

The Annleigh is a horse girl discussion.

“My advice is... be gay sooner— maybe???” Everyone cheers, big round of applause.

Celeste also not knowing what Chai is but confessing it near the end of the stream when it’s brought up again.

Finding out Sydney was an understudy for Kate and Celeste was one for Riley!

“Are you feeling okay? Did you drink water? Don’t get sick on me.” Sydney, Alexia and Zoe all panicking when they hear they might have to go on is great.

Louis being very supportive and then mentioning the broken chandelier.

“Wonu just found a broom— we didn’t even know we had a broom on stage— and started sweeping it up.” “I was not going to get cut for this pay check!”

Getting people to raise their hands in the chat if they love Eva Sanchez

The shower debate resurfacing,,,,, you’re welcome :)

Everyone in the chat recognizing each other or talking about head canons, only to remember the actors can see the chat at the end (this one is more so personal lmao)

Mimi supporting Cathy in over the moon “I’m her manager now”

Discussion of this being turned into a cartoon.

“I relate to Riley” *proceeds to talk about murder*

Kaitlyn saying she would play Clark,,,,,, I need that!

“Farrah wouldn’t kill Chess, Chess is sweet. She would probably kill Kate.”

“Who would you kill?” “Cairo” “oh Kaitlyn and I are on the same page, I was just about to say Annleigh”

Emo Eva ✨💙

And finally

All of the cast being amazing human people who deserve the world (oh wait, that’s always.)

[luca-moreno]

[ HELLO ] for a hug after a long time apart. Isaac

Inspired by X (I couldn’t stop thinking about it *sniff*)

--

“It’s been a hundred and ninety six days since I’ve been home,” Luca says quietly.

The creak of the station around them seems to echo through his bones. Funny how when he was planet side on Terra Nova, he couldn’t wait to get back to space, away from the bugs and the seasons and the rapidly changing temperatures but now that he was here, he yearned for cool breezes and the sun on his skin.

The drell beside him hunches close. “How long until you can go back?”

“Twelve days and sixteen hours. Then it’s a hop through the Charon relay and another thirty four hours in transport. But it can’t come soon enough.” Luca gives his new friend a small smile. “My baby sister will be born soon. I gotta make it back in time for her.”

“A new sibling? Congratulations,” the drell says. “Children are a blessing upon your house, now more than ever.”

--

It takes him longer than the expected thirty four hours in transit – it ends up being almost fifty six and by the time his shuttle clears the atmosphere of Terra Nova, Luca is desperate to get home.

Home.

He never thought he would ever call dirt under his feet and blue in the sky home.

The passengers wait impatiently for the doors to open and Luca does his best to peer through the viewports. He can’t see much, the shuttle had docked too far away from the terminal and it turns out to be another anxious wait to get through disembarking procedures and typical Alliance paperwork before he’s free to walk out the wide doors and back into the arms of the people that love him.

Then – finally – he steps out into the brilliant sunshine and feels the fresh air on his skin. The wind carries the shout of his name.

“Luca!”

Luca’s head snaps around and he’s forced to squint into the distance but then he sees them, his little family –

He dumps his bag to the concrete and starts to run.

“Isaac! Evie!”

Isaac reaches him first and the two of them collide in a crushing hug, laughing and talking all at once. Isaac lifts him off his feet briefly, dumps him down then grabs his face and squeezes, pressing their foreheads together. Luca has tears pricking behind his eyes and his nose stings.

“Thank god you’re home,” Isaac says, a tremble in his voice Luca has never heard before. “I was worried you weren’t going to make it in time.”

“Me too,” Luca laughs breathlessly and throws his arms around Isaac in another tight hug. Isaac smells the same as he had all those years ago on the Berlin, the first time he had pulled Luca into a hug when Luca was small and young and frightened of his own shadow. 

It feels like a long time ago now. 

Over Isaac’s shoulder Luca finally gets a good look at his lovely Eva - her belly round, blue eyes shining and long stands of gold billowing out behind her. She’s wearing a floral sundress that swirls around her knees with the caress of the breeze. It doesn’t do anything to disguise the advanced state of her pregnancy.

“Evie,” he gasps. Isaac releases him and he steps out of his embrace to hurry towards his best friend.

Without meaning to, his footsteps slow as he gets closer. “Oh my god, look at you, you’re as big as a Mako. Did you eat a krogan? Is that why you’re so big?”

Evie pulls him in for a hug, but not before pinching his arm in a laughter filled greeting. It’s an awkward hug around the swell of her stomach, he doesn’t know how tightly he’s allowed to squeeze. 

“I’m less than a week away from the main event, that’s why I’m huge.”

“No, really,” Luca leans back and his hands move to hover over her stomach awkwardly. She rolls her eyes and grabs his hands, laying them against soft material of her dress and he peers down, as though trying to see right through. “Are you sure I’m only getting one baby sister? Maybe you have like, four in here. Hello? Hi, I’m Luca. I am your bead-“

“Luca,” Isaac laughs, pulling him back from trying to talk into Eva’s stomach. “Come on, we’ll fill you in on the way home.”

“Home,” Luca says happily. He grins at Eva and loops his arm through hers on one side, pulls Isaac closer to him on the other. “I can’t wait. Wait, you guys didn’t give away my room, did you? Because if there is more than one little sister in there, I’m not sharing.” He leans over to Eva and talks to her stomach. “Hear that kiddos? I love you guys already but I’m not sharing my room.”

Eva’s laughter is slightly winded as she leans in against him. “We should… we should really get going now.”

“Wait,” Luca drops her arm and rushes back to retrieve his duffle bag from where he had dropped it earlier. He hurries back to where Isaac and Eva wait for him. Eva looks suddenly pale. “Evie? What’s going on?”

She gives him a weak smile. Isaac holds her up against him, dark eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and concern. 

“I think you might have made it home just in time, Lulu.”

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Kiro’s Treasure Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Note: A bullet-point summary, but important scenes have detailed translations!

I think @kudoriee will enjoy this :>

The birthday event basically talks about how KEY likes leaving Kiro puzzles. On one particular day, Kiro solves a pretty tough puzzle which leads him to the amusement park

At first, he thinks he solved the puzzle wrongly because he doesn’t see KEY around, but the amusement park starts blasting birthday music

KEY literally hacked into the system

He appears, and the two of them have wholesome fun

Kiro asks why KEY played birthday music

Baby Kiro doesn’t know when his birthday is...

He literally asks, “Why is it my birthday today?”

And KEY says that since Kiro had so much fun today, they might as well consider it Kiro’s birthday (T口T)

KEY: Kiro, you must definitely remember this date. I might not spend every 9 April with you, but I hope that when this day arrives each year, you will spend it next to someone you like, and who likes you.

Kiro: A person I like and who likes me... will they always be by my side?

KEY: Of course. Because Kiro is the most amazing and most adorable kid in the world.

Kiro: Mm! Oh, when little kids have birthdays, they eat cake and make wishes.

KEY: Pff, you really only know how to eat. Come, let’s go have a birthday cake. 

For his school homework, Kiro is supposed to draw his idea of a home. He draws it (further details will be in the date), but feels that something is missing

He draws a small white bunny next to his name.

Even though he has never owned a rabbit, he knows that there’s a little rabbit waiting for him in a corner of the world.

He repeats the same wish he made the day before.

“Welcome to my home,” Kiro says softly.

The actual date begins with MC in the office, with Kiki wondering what she’s doing there since she was supposed to be celebrating Kiro’s birthday

Turns out Kiro gave her a map with a set of hints to find clues, and the first stop is the office

Kiro gives her a phone call and helps her find the clue, which leads her to a department store

She retrieves a hotel card from a locker in the department store

At the hotel, she sees Savin stationed downstairs because Kiro was afraid MC wouldn’t be able to find the location

Kiro is in the hotel room preparing for a live broadcast

MC gives him his birthday gift, but he decides to wait till after the live broadcast before opening it together with her

In her hotel room next door, she finds her favourite tidbits on the table, and a set of sleeping attire (a pink rabbit pyjama set).

There’s also a note at the side which reads: “The treasure hunt has been tough on you! Miss Chips, have something to eat and have a nice bath, then rest for a while (° ▽ °*) ”

She watches the livestream in her room

The livestream has a candle-blowing segment, wish-making segment, and Kiro even sings a few songs for his fans

MC leaves a comment, asking if Kiro had any memorable birthdays in his childhood

Surprisingly, Kiro catches the comment

Kiro: When I was young, I had a very cool “boss”, who was also my guardian. He liked giving me all types of puzzles to solve.

Kiro: You’re wondering what kind of prizes I'd get after solving them? Back then, it was sweets and biscuits of course.

Kiro: However, there was one extremely difficult puzzle! I thought about it for a very long time before finding the answer in music. 

He plucks at the strings and plays a short, lively tune. 

Kiro: You should have all heard this before. It was the background music of an amusement park near my house when I was younger. This incredibly cute song was like a signal between me and my boss.

Kiro: As expected, when I ran to the amusement park, he was there waiting for me. And that day... was also my birthday. Reliving happy memories while solving puzzles is something my boss taught me.

Kiro: After spending an extremely~ happy day in the amusement park, I still remembered to finish my homework the next day!

Kiro: The homework was a drawing, and I drew the home in my heart. In my home, there’s a flower field. Within it, there are people who like me, and whom I like, all surrounding me, listening to me sing. This is what I think of as my happiest and most blessed thing. 

Seeing the screen filled with “What an interesting birthday!” “Childhood Kiro was a small genius too!”, I bite my lower lip.

I retrieve the stack of neat maps from my pocket, a tightening sensation in my chest. 

I know that what he said about puzzles and signals was meant for the person across the wall - me. 

He gave me a puzzle on his birthday. The important thing wasn’t the answer, but the key to memories. Every location on this map hides precious memories that Kiro and I shared. 

The livestream ends and she heads to Kiro’s room

Kiro: Miss Ch-

Before he finishes speaking, I have already opened my arms, lunging into his chest. 

MC: Happy birthday, Kiro!

Kiro: Didn’t you already say it once when you gave me the present just now?

MC: As long as it’s your birthday, I can say it an unlimited number of times!  

Kiro: Okay, when it comes to your birthday, I’ll say it an unlimited number of times too!

While speaking, he lifts me up in a hug and swirls me around. We fall onto the soft bed.

The fluffy feather pillows and balloons bounce lightly in response to our weight, and fall to our sides. 

Kiro: I didn’t think you’d really change into the bunny pyjamas!

 MC: Eh? Weren’t you the one who prepared it for me? 

Kiro: Of course it was! Oh right, wait for me... just a while!

HE RETURNS, WEARING A BEAR ONESIE

Kiro: Deng deng deng! The birthday party is over, now the pyjama party shall begin!

MC: Eh... how is this a pyjama party. It’s clearly a zoo party!

Kiro: If it’s a zoo, so be it. Little animals are so cute!

He sits beside me, and is about to say something when his phone rings. 

The person on the call is a silver-haired woman - a singer called Saidel Eva - who wishes him a happy birthday. Eva comments that she knows who MC is, because he mentioned that MC is his muse. While she’s stunned, Kiro holds her hand.

Kiro: Mm, she’s not only my artistic muse, but also the most important person in my life. 

MC: [blushing] I’m not... not as amazing as he says...

Right after I finish speaking, the hand on mine slowly entwines with my fingers.

The warmth emanating from his palm causes my heart to calm down.

MC: However... since he has already put it that way, I’ll work hard to become his muse. Because Kiro... is also the most important person to me. 

Eva: Ah, what a cute lady.

She lets out a light huff and turns her eyes back to Kiro, blue orbs filled with approval. 

Eva: I’m guessing your wish has already been fulfilled, am I right? 

Kiro: Yes. 

Eva: I wish the both of you happiness, and enjoyment in life. 

Kiro: Definitely, madam.

He finally opens the gift - it’s a black necklace with a black round pendant surrounded by a few gold coloured small stars. In the middle, there’s an engraved word “KIRO”

It’s a one-in-the-world necklace designed by MC

The necklace is made of siderite from a meteor, and the gold portions are made from star fragments (I’m not entirely sure about the names because I’m not familiar with minerals)

MC notes that it was only after breaking through the atmosphere that these minerals could come to earth

Just as these minerals are ‘gifts’ to the earth, Kiro is a gift to MC

After wearing it for a while, he puts it back into the box, and realises there’s something inside the necklace

 MC tells him not to open it yet, and tries snatching it away from him

She falls into his arms instead <3

So she angrily throws a pillow at him

He stuffs the necklace into his pocket and they engage in a pillow fight

SO CUTE

Kiro declares himself the winner

MC says he cannot open the watch until she's gone

Since he’s in a good mood, Kiro agrees 

They lie together on the bed to chat, exhausted from the pillow fight

MC: Come to think of it, the boss you were talking about during the livestream - was he KEY?

Kiro: Mm, he taught me a lot of things. 

MC: So the reason why you gave me the map, and let me solve the puzzles, was because you wanted to have a signal with me? 

Kiro: That’s one of the reasons, but more importantly... 

While he speaks, he slowly hooks onto my fingertips.

Kiro: Miss Chips and I don’t get to meet often because of all sorts of things, and I know that waiting is a painful process. 

He mutters his response, fastening his fingers tightly with mine, his face half-sinking into the mattress as he reveals a faint smile. 

Kiro: Which is why I don’t want you to feel bored while waiting for me. I hope each time we meet would be a step closer in our journey towards happiness.

MC: Kiro...

Kiro: Now that I think about it, KEY has really taught me a lot. Whether it’s knowledge related to hacking, or in understanding this world. 

MC: Understanding this world? 

Kiro: Mm. It’s that phrase, “you may be in darkness, but your heart is turned towards the light.”

Kiro: When I was still in chaos, these words were my direction. I believe that someday in the future, I will fulfil my dream, and do what I want to do, which includes... meeting the person I’ve been waiting a long time for.

With this, he looks at me quietly, his blue eyes hiding the bright starry sky.

Almost as if telling one not to look away.

My voice becomes incredibly soft, as though it’s floating in the universe. 

MC: You are also... the person I’ve been waiting a long time for.

Sleepiness overtakes my senses in the midst of his tender voice and gaze, but I can still remember to emphasise once more:

MC: Happy birthday, Kiro. Whether or not it’s your birthday, whether it’s today, or tomorrow, or any day in the future, you will always be incredibly happy. 

Kiro: Mm. With you around, I’ll definitely be incredibly happy.

Hearing these words, which sound like a promise, I peacefully and slowly close my eyes. 

In the haziness, I seem to feel a small feather falling on my eyelid.

It is tender and warm, as though it can breathe. 

Kiro: Goodnight. 

The kiss doesn’t disturb the girl’s light slumber. Kiro laughs lightly, and takes out the necklace from his pocket. 

Twisting the switch, the siderite cracks apart to reveal a hidden note.

The note reads - “Oh no, you’ve found the Easter egg > <”

On the other side is a link to a website. 

Thinking about the girl’s sly thoughts when designing such a gift, Kiro laughs again.

He retrieves his notebook computer from the bedside, inserts the link, and finds a downloadable voice pack.

He puts on his earphones and taps on the first voice recording.

MC: Heheh, you didn’t think this would be the second part of your birthday present right? We always have to part temporarily because of all sorts of things. In order for you not to miss me too much, I decided- dang dang! To present you with an MC alarm clock! 

MC: It’s time to wake up! If you don't get out of bed soon, Savin’s anger is going to fill to the brim~

MC: Has Kiro eaten his meals today?

MC: When you’re engrossed in work, don’t forget to protect your eyesight. One, two, three, four, the eye exercises shall begin!

MC: Before saying goodnight, remember to send me updates!

MC: Kiro, welcome home!

Every voice recording, no matter how long or short, is filled with the concern she has for him. 

Hearing the girl’s voice in his hear, Kiro’s lips curl upwards. 

Both of them always think of their own ways to fill in the blank spaces of time, painting them in colours belonging to each other. 

Kiro: Miss Chips...

Kiro leans down to stare at her sleeping face. He speaks in a way that only the two of them can hear clearly.

Kiro: The picture I mentioned in the livestream... I hid a small secret in it that only I know of. I want to share it with you. I drew a small rabbit. She’s my favourite, favourite new friend.

Kiro: Miss Chips, welcome to my home.  

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Phone call: here

Video call: here

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It's time for Pooja and Ethan to play round two of our favorite game ;)

Here we go!

For Both

What’s the most embarrassing childhood story you know about your spouse?

What did they want to be when they were younger?

What was your spouse's favorite band in high school?

Describe your spouse in high school using memes or/and gifs only.

How old was your spouse when they had their first kiss? Who was it with?

If you two were the same age and had met in college, how would you have met? Would you have liked each other? Dated? Eventually married?

Which of your spouse's friends is the most attractive?

Who was your spouse's hero when they were growing up?

Can you name all your spouse’s exes before you?

Bree, thank you so much for these! I loved answering them (and got a little carried away, hehe😅)! But seriously, thank you and love you❤️!

1. What’s the most embarrassing childhood story you know about your spouse?

Pooja: (Evil Laughter)

Ethan: Anything except that Teddy Bear tale.

Pooja: Anything?

Ethan: Why does that scare me?

Pooja: Because I do have some good stories to share about you (winks)

Ethan: My God.

Pooja: This story is around the time when he was 10 or 11. This man was quite an aspiring chef when he was young, I must say. So, it was the first time he was going to make pancakes and he was super enthusiastic about it. He was like, "you just put the batter, flip them and tada!"

Ethan: That's not true.

Pooja: Keep convincing yourself, sweetheart (giggles)

The preparation was going really nice, he had the batter made perfectly, all ready to pour. And then he switched on the stove, placed the pan and poured the batter in it. In the goddamn cold pan.

Ethan: Ugh.

Pooja: And then when he realized that the pancake was taking much longer than it should to get prepared, he put it on high flame and went to drink water. Safe to say, by the time he returned, the poor pancake was all black. 27 years after, he still cannot make them (chuckles)

Ethan: At least I try.

Pooja: (still chuckling) Definitely, I give you a point for that.

Ethan: Pooja's story is more about her trying to be a mini detective when she was 7.

Pooja: Oh no!

Ethan: Oh yes. It was her mother's art exhibition, and she, like the perfect kid she was, she walked all around the place with her mom. One lady, was very curiously gazing at one of her mom's paintings and then started taking pictures of them. Little Poo thought that she was going to carry out a heist and steal all the art pieces, so she took out her faux phone, went close to the lady, and said as loudly as she could, "Hello 911? One lady is trying to steal my mommy's art."

Pooja: She was being suspicious, I couldn't help it.

Ethan: Mini detective (chuckles)

2. What did they want to be when they were younger?

Pooja: Ethan actually wanted to be a chef until he pancake burnt up to ashes. After that, he wanted to be a detective.

Ethan: She wanted to be a private investigator too, later it was forensic investigator.

3. What was your spouse's favorite band in high school?

Pooja: Ethan's favorite was Snow Patrol, and I am glad to be married to a man with superior music taste.

Ethan: Pooja was not much of a band person. She was and still is, an old classic Bollywood music lover. But if I had to choose, Silk Road & Sanam, both Indian bands.

4. Describe your spouse in high school using memes or/and gifs only.

Pooja: Ah, yes, love this question.

Ethan: I will never understand this craze over gifs or memes or whatever they are called.

Pooja: Well, it's quite easy to guess, because I don't think there is much difference between this Ethan & that Ethan.

Ethan: Pooja has two very clearly distinguishable moods, one when she is hyper productive,

And the other when she is super lazy.

Pooja: I- You just described my entire life with those two.

Ethan: I just know you well, Rookie.

5. How old was your spouse when they had their first kiss? Who was it with?

Pooja: He was almost 15 when he kissed his Highschool sweetheart, Eva. He wanted to make his first kiss a special occasion, with a date and all, but it just happened and I don't think he regrets it.

Ethan: She wasn't my high school sweetheart, we just liked each other. And I do wish that my first kiss was you.

Pooja: Aww, stop (blushing)

Ethan: (After giving Poo a cheek kiss) Pooja's first kiss was actually an accident.

Pooja: And here I was relaxed thinking you won't bring it up after the embarrassing story question.

Ethan: (Whole-hearted chuckle) But technically it was your first kiss, accidental or not.

Pooja: (Totally embarrassed) Whatever.

Ethan: This was when she was 14. There was guy in her class who liked her, and wanted to date her. One day, Pooja slipped on a puddle of water, and he, trying to help, held her hand. The next moment, he was on the top of her, lips touching.

Pooja: (in a pleading tone) Please, Pleease, Stop. It's too embarrassing!

6. If you two were the same age and had met in college, how would you have met? Would you have liked each other? Dated? Eventually married?

Pooja: Oh, most definitely! Honestly, I feel like us falling in love is inevitable.

Ethan: I do not believe in soulmate stuff, but it's unimaginable for me to not fall in love with you.

Pooja: (lays her head on his shoulder as he gives her a kiss on the forehead) I think we would have met as opponents at a debate competition. We would be the only two yelling till the end of the competition, trying to prove the other wrong, until the judges got fed up and asked us to stop. Even after the competition, we would still meet in the corridors and tell the other how wrong they were.

Ethan: After sometime, we would become friends over shared interests, and after getting to know her, I would naturally start to fall for her.

Pooja: Me too! I would be totally like, "No matter how much he yells and how wrong he was, he is still cute. And not a totally bad guy." We would gradually become best friends.

Ethan: I would be the one to comfort her when she discovers her crush is in relationship with someone else.

Pooja: And you would realize that you are in love with me (gives him an elbow nudge)

Ethan: (softly smiling) Maybe I would. And I would imagine you falling in love with me not much later.

Pooja: And then we would be sitting alone, talking about random stuff. Suddenly we look at each other's eyes, and before we realize it, we are kissing.

Ethan: We would start dating afterwards, all through med school and residency. I would definitely want to marry her, have a future with her. I like to imagine that I would be lucky enough and she would agree to be mine.

Pooja: No matter which universe, I would always agree to marry you. Every time.

(They share a soft kiss, heart full of love for each other)

7. Which of your spouse's friends is the most attractive?

Ethan: All her friends are quite attractive, even if she the only one who catches my eye.

Pooja: I am assuming that you mean all my current friends and not ex-friends. Or Landry.

(Ethan's face scrunches up in disgust and Pooja's question is answered)

Pooja: For me, it's Tobias.

Ethan: (Rolls his eyes) Him out of everyone else? You could have said Mark.

Pooja: Mark is attractive, for sure, but he has become more of my brother over time. Also, if he got to know it, he would never let me live it down (chuckles)

Ethan: But still, Tobias...

Pooja: You are jealous, aren't you? (Winks)

Ethan: (Quickly straightens his face) No, Of course not. I don't get jealous Rookie, don't forget.

Pooja: Sure thing, E, sure thing.

8. Who was your spouse's hero when they were growing up?

Ethan: Pooja and I have similar opinions on this. We don't have a hero or an idol. Yes, there are quite a few people who have inspired us, but we both don't have any hero. For Pooja, it was her parents, especially her mother. Later on, it was Kadambini Bose, the first woman from India to practice medicine and (gives a striking smile, bubbling with happiness) of course, me.

Pooja: (Mimicking him) Of course, me.

Ethan: (in a teasing tone) Is it not true?

(Pooja just rolls her eyes)

Pooja: For Ethan, it was his father and Naveen.

Ethan: You too, Rookie.

Pooja: (With genuine curiosity) Me?

Ethan: You have inspired me to appreciate the little things in life and to love myself. You have played a big role in making me the man I am today.

Pooja: (Sniffles) Did you come here with an aim to make me cry, Dr Ramsey?

Ethan: (Smiling at her) It's the truth and you should know it.

9. Can you name all your spouse’s exes before you?

Ethan: This is probably the easiest question for me to answer. She has had three relationships in total. A lot of crushes, but very few actual relationships. One was during her middle school, I guess his name was Shresht. The second one was with her best friend, Ayaan and lasted all through med school. The last one, is Me.

Pooja: The ones I know are Eva and Rosalie in high school, Renia in med school and Harper during his residency and after. Ethan has a number of casual and serious relationships and honestly, I am not surprised. Everyone wants to be with a man like him (Winks)

Ethan: You are the only one who can have me.

Pooja: (Places a hand over her heart) I am honoured, Dr Ramsey. And lucky, so damn lucky.

Ethan: I am lucky one here, love. (Gives her a forehead kiss)

[abraxos-is-toothless]

The Beauty That Is She

Part 3 is finally here!! Previous Updates Here:)

Before we get into this one, I want to say a quick thank you to those of you who have asked if I was alright and have been so, so patient for this update. I'm so sorry it's been so long, but this story was only meant to be a few chapters long and now, my ideas keep changing and there is so much I want to write for it. I can't thank you all enough for the kind words and the encouragement, I honestly didn't think people would enjoy this that much considering it's not one of the mains AND that I've paired him with an OC.

This one isn't my favourite but it is still important or you might get a little confused later on. The wedding/wedding night is in the editing process and I'm still deciding if it should be two small chapters or one big one!

Anyway, enough of my rambling and on with the show!

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It was the day before the wedding and Fenrys was terrified. Not because he didn't want this or he was having second thoughts, but because he was terrified Eva would say she didn't want this anymore, didn’t want him. But above all of that, he was terrified of the words about to come out of the trembling messenger boy’s mouth.

Rowan’s personal messenger, who had managed to secure his place when Rowan had found him trying to survive on the streets. His name, Fenrys remembered, was Kallias. He was just a year younger than Connall and abandoned by his family when he was spotted kissing one of the boys from the village. The family had up and moved not long after, the villagers saying they were too disgraced. Fenrys thought it was all fucking absurd. Your child was your child, regardless of who they chose to love and he would make sure his future children knew that too. The thought of those children, his and Eva’s, brought Fenrys back to Kallias.

 “What is it, Kal?” The boy shifted on his feet and Fenrys heard the way he took several deep breaths before he spoke.

 “The King wishes to see you out in the courtyard, My Lord.” He rolled his eyes at the title, trying to act as if those words weren’t scaring the fuck out of him.

“How many times have I told you not to call me that? It’s just Fenrys, kid.” Kallias nodded, but he still heard the muttered ‘yes, my lord’ before he turned to leave. Fenrys couldn’t help the way he tried to straighten his tunic and his hair before making his way to see Rowan. It’s not as if looking a bit cleaner would save him from the other male’s protectiveness. He understood though, because he would be the exact same way if his daughter was about to be married off. It would mean she was no longer his to protect, no longer his to care for. Although he would still do those things, every day, until his dying breath.

The halls of the castle were full of people bustling about, adding the last few touches of decorations here and there. Aelin could be heard before you even saw her, making sure everything was perfect. His Queen would like to think everything was done by her, but it was his Eva who led all of the wedding preparations. Fenrys was enraptured whilst watching Eva tell her mother exactly what she wanted, where it would all go and when it would happen. Aelin had tried to get her way only once, but Rowan had just given her a look, along with a light smile and she had kept silent and continued to make sure Eva wouldn’t have to worry about anything. He breathed deeply as he pushed through a large oak door and stepped out into the courtyard. Out of all of the places he’d seen, the places he’d lived, nowhere had ever felt like home as much as Terrasen did. Not even all of those years spent in Doranelle serving Maeve. Rowan wasn’t hard to find, all he had to do was follow the loud cursing and shouts of “You can get off of me now, Buzzard!”

When he reached them, he bit his lip trying not to laugh; lest he want to go a couple rounds with his Queen for making fun of her. Rowan had Aelin pinned to the ground, straddling her hips and a hand on each of her wrists, her blade knocked a few feet away. When Aelin noticed him, she twisted her head to look at him upside down, eyes narrowed. “What in the hell are you doing out here?” Rowan stood slowly, pulling his wife up beside him, placing a quick kiss to her temple.

“I sent for him,” he said, before Fenrys could even open his mouth. Aelin folded her arms across her chest and raised a brow.

“What could you possibly need him for? His wedding is tomorrow, he still has things to do.” He didn’t really have things to do, just to help set up tables outside for the festivities after the ceremony, but he thought his Queen might be trying to save his ass from Rowan’s ‘territorial fae bullshit’. Fenrys was grateful for the effort, though he doubted even she could save him.

“There’s something I want to show him. We’ll be back in time for when Lorcan and Elide get here, I promise.” Aelin stared at her husband for a few moments longer, having one of those silent conversations before she nodded, kissing Fenrys on the cheek before walking back to the castle, muttering about seeing if Connall wanted to read their newest book. Rowan looked to him when she was out of sight, an unreadable expression on his face before he said, “come and walk with me.” Not a question, nor a request, so he followed obediently as the silver haired man made his way to the tree line. They didn’t speak as they walked, the only sounds were of rabbits and birds that he wouldn’t know were there without his fae hearing, and the crunch of shrubbery underfoot. Studying the warrior a few paces in front of him, he noticed the male hadn’t actually brought any of his weapons with him. It made him feel better, knowing he wasn’t likely to get stabbed, but that didn’t mean Rowan couldn’t hurt him. There was no need for weapons considering how much power he had.

After what felt like hours in the silence, was merely a thirty minute walk to the hills within the grounds, but far behind the castle where Rowan halted them. “Where are we?” His King, his brother in arms, his friend looked at him with such softness in those stark green eyes; Fenrys couldn’t even find the will to look away.

“We’ll get to that, but first I have to say a few things.” He dipped his head for Rowan to go on. “When Aelin first told me she was carrying twins, I cried for hours. It was from overwhelming joy and excitement, but also from an underlying fear. Fae twins are rare, as you know, but childbirth for fae females is also a difficulty. I was so, so terrified something would go wrong, that I’d lose them, including Aelin and that it would be like Lyria all over again.” Fenrys pushed the thoughts from his mind, trying not to remember how cold and angry Rowan had once been. He knew that it would have been a lot worse this time, had the worst actually occurred. “But everything was fine. I watched as they grew, as they kicked their tiny little feet against my touch for the first time. And then suddenly, as if I had merely blinked, I was holding Evalin in my arms.” Images of the warm summer evening the twins were welcomed into the world bombarded him, and he could clearly see Rowan with a babe in each arm in his mind’s eye. It was a sight you simply couldn’t forget. “She may be grown up Fenrys, but she’s my little girl, as she always will be. But tomorrow, tomorrow she becomes yours to love, to cherish and protect and I’ll respect that of course I will, but she’ll never stop being my sweet little princess who used to whack me with wooden swords and put flowers in my hair.” There was a dampness to his cheeks and he realised with a start, as he brought his hand to his face, that he’d started crying somewhere along the way.

“Of course she’s yours Rowan. That will never change, but just so you know, I’ll spend every day of my life trying to be worthy of her, to be worthy of being loved by her.” It was true, he didn’t deserve someone such as Eva, but he’d do everything in his power to prove himself to her. Rowan brought him into a back-clapping hug and he could do nothing but return it.

“I know boyo, I know, I’m just feeling a bit emotional is all and Aelin probably would have told me I was being ridiculous. Also,” he pulled away and smiled wickedly, “even if you do fuck this up somehow, I think I would be lower down on your list of concerns.” Rowan started walking again, pushing between the low-hanging branches of two old willow trees.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I think Con would beat me to you. He may be younger than Lin and Mia, but he’s fiercely protective when it comes to his sisters.” The miniature version of Rowan Whitehorn was a hellion naturally, but it was worse when something had happened to the twins. Fenrys had seen a little bit of that protection show the day the mating bond had settled.

“Speaking of, have you noticed Con has been spending a lot of time with Kallias lately? I’ve found them together a few times in the library, though Connall usually catches me from the corner of his eye and darts away. Poor Kal is always left confused and I think a little hurt.” There was a low chuckle from Rowan, his head shaking.

“I’ve seen them. I’ve known about my son’s preference for males for years, but I think he’s scared to tell us. I think they might even get a little shock of their own in a couple of years, honestly.” Interesting. “Aelin is desperate to call him out on it, but I’ve told her this is something he needs to sort out within himself first. He’ll tell us when he’s ready, though I hope it’s soon, because all I want is for him to be who he wants.” He was about to retort when Rowan halted them abruptly, nodding his head to the right of them. When he turned in that direction, his breath caught a little in his throat. There, in amongst the trees, was a small little yellow cottage. It was dark inside and Fenrys could smell the stale scent of pine and snow, indicating Rowan had been he but not recently.

“Rowan?”

The male in question dug into one of the pockets on his breeches, and pulled a small, silver key that glinted in the few rays of sunlight that shone through the canopy. “I started building this when Aelin told me she was with child, and then started another one after she had announced it would be twins. I knew that when they were all grown up, my children would want to leave and live independently, to be their own person. I also knew it would be hard for us to let them out of our sight, so I wanted to give them somewhere that they were far enough away from us, but somewhere I knew they would be safe, protected.” He pressed the key into the palm of Fenrys’ hand and folded his fingers over it. The metal was cool in his palm, barely weighing anything at all. “You and Evalin don’t have to live here of course, but I wanted her to know there was a place for her to start this new adventure with you.”

“I don’t know what to say.” There were things Fenrys knew he should say, but the words got stuck in his throat.

“There’s no need to say anything.” Rowan’s eyes were lined with silver as he ran his eyes over the place he’d created for his child. It wasn’t hard to imagine being here with Eva, it wasn’t hard at all.

“You said you started another when you knew it was going to be twins, did you start another when Aelin told you about Connall?” His friend wiped at his eyes quickly before nodding in confirmation.

“Yes. Mia’s is to the west of here, barely any distance from here at all and closer to the lake. I built Con’s to the east side of the castle, actually. There’s a small cavern close to it that has a hot spring inside, which I thought would be good for practicing.”

The two of them stayed out there for a little while longer, occasionally letting a content silence between them, or talking about all sorts of topics and reminiscing on the past. Soon enough, they were on the move again, reaching the castle just in time for Elide and Lorcan’s arrival, Aelin waiting for them with a glare. It was possible that they were a little behind when they said they’d be back. Fenrys tried to greet his friend’s as they arrived, little ones in tow, but Rowan stopped him with a hand to his shoulder, telling him to go and rest because he had a big day tomorrow. He let out a breath and agreed, walking back to his room without stopping to say hello to anyone.

When he was washed and settled into bed, Fenrys let the darkness take him into the land of dreams with a smile on his face.

Tomorrow, he was getting married.

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