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[eliciana]

Reverse SAGAU: The Weird Door At My Café

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Tw: Reverse!Isekai!Sagau, Normal Au, Café Au, a bit of cussing like this bit 🤏.

Reader: Gn!Reader, Adult!Reader, Café Owner!Reader

Characters: Reader, Paimon, Traveler

Note: Restaurant to Another World animanga inspired au. You can slide into my dms if you ever want to be tagged in my works just tell me what series you want to be tagged in or all of them. thank you <3. Also, I may say that the characters other than the reader may be a bit OOC cause it's been a long time since I played genshin and I'm just finishing all of my works with my knowledge left from playing the game. So sorry about it 🙏🙏.

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You stood, motionless, your eyes fixed in disbelief upon the distant scene before you. As the wind cut through the air, a shiver ran down your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The purity of the air surrounded you, carrying with it an intoxicating scent that smelled pure. The warm touch of the sun's rays caressing your skin affirmed that this experience couldn't possibly be a figment of your imagination. A fleeting thought of doubt crept in, but you quickly dismissed it; after all, you had never dabbled in any kind of drugs. This moment, as unbelievable as it seems, had to be undeniably real.

With careful fingers, you gently retrieved your fallen shoe/heel/slipper from the bed of plush, emerald-green grass. As you slipped it back onto your foot, your eyes instinctively wandered upward, transfixed by the expansive stretch of blue sky above you. It was quite unlike the very bright pixelated one you see on your screen. Everything that you see within the door was real and not a nightmare.

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After composing yourself, you went inside your cafe, close the door, drag a chair nearest to the door, took a seat on the chair you placed infront of the door, and contemplated life. A deep heavy sigh got out your mouth as you continue looking the the strange thing infront of you. "What now? What do I do? Should I just lock it?" you asked yourself and looked at the door. Welp, well, there goes your master plan. Suprise suprise there's no keyhole and having a key would not make any difference. "Ugh."

You sat up and opened the door again, only to be baffled to see a different scenery other than the distant City of Mondstadt. The door was now currently in the Liyue Harbor. You closed the door and opened it again, you were now in Inazuma. Close, open, and now in Sumeru. Once again, you are now in Fontaine.

"Yeah bye." you closed the door again and returned the chair from where it once was. Contemplating what you should do next, your feet carried you around the whole café. You went to the counter and decided to make yourself something to help with calming yourself first in order to think clearly. It was a good thing that you had brought all of the materials and ingredients you needed in the café because you had thought of opening the café tomorrow. But with how things are now, you don't know what to do.

Teyvat is filled with many dangerous beings such as hilichurls, slimes, etc. You are but a normal human being with no experience in fighting and fighting your baby cousins was not enough of an experience to be able to fight toe to toe with monsters you have only seen through a screen. Yes, a gun would probably best to use but you don't have a permit for that and you don't want to be in jail when you have just barely open your dream café. But nobody had to know, right? What if-

A deep sigh fell from your lips once again. The stress is really getting in to you, huh? The bitter/sweet aroma of (coffee/tea/juice) filled your sense of smell. You were making your favorite, (your choice of coffee/tea/juice). After some time of finishing your drink, you took it along with a (pastry of your choice) that you had in your car, in which you had thought of eating to celebrate the opening, and sat in a chair facing the door. Taking your time in eating/drinking, many thoughts come and go in your head to solve the predicament you are in now. You had even thought of postponing the opening of the café until you had thought of a way on what to do with the door.

Of course you read the fanfics circulating all around the genshin fandom and one of the those that you have read was SAGAU where you might be the imposter or the creator of teyvat or you become a villain or anything in between. The most common of them was being an imposter. What if you were to become the said imposter if one day a person will open the door to your café? What if they kill you? What if-

*creak......*

Your rambling came to a stop as you looked at the door horrified. Oh no no no no no no NO NO NO! YOU JINXED YOURSELF DIDN'T YOU?! THIS DAMNED FATE-

'Oh dear God, Buddha, Allah, Deities, whoever higher being there is, pls help me...' you thought as you clasp your hands, praying to higher beings. Before you could even feel it, tears cascaded down you face to the table. "I'm nOt ReAdy tO dIE yeT... Ughhhhhhhh" you sobbed into your hands loudly like a child lost in a mall.

"Hello?" a person peaked from behind the door.

Fuck.

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The Traveler, along with Paimon, was doing their daily quests until they saw something shining in the far distance. Their curiousity made them want to investigate it.

"Hm. Why is a door in the middle of the forest with no support or whatsoever?" Paimon mumbled as the door came into their view. The Traveler also had the same thought.

"Is it perhaps a magic door of some kind? I think w-"

*creak*

The Traveler stopped speaking as the door opened but from where they are right now, they couldn't see who opened the door and couldn't get to ask since the door closed with a loud bang when they were going to get closer.

"Well... that was something..." Paimon looked at the Traveler. "Traveler? What's wrong? BREATHE! YOU'RE GOING TO DIE AT THIS RATE!" Paimon brought tons of fried egg out of the Traveler's bag and smacked it into the Traveler's mouth and forced them to chew the egg.

After confirming the Traveler is back into top condition, Paimon asked them what the hell happened to them.

"I-I don't know. I suddenly felt something when whoever opened that door and the air around me became heavy that it became hard to breathe..." The Traveler shooked their head gently and sighed. "I also felt something strange. The energy of whoever is beyond that door, excluded an aura that is very familiar to me, but I don't know who or what it is."

"Hm. Paimon thinks that we should open that door and see whoever that and see if they truly are familiar to you or maybe perhaps this connection that you feel is related to your sibling!" Paimon twirled around the air, exaggerating her words with her actions.

For once, Traveler thought it was a good idea at first but there is also a flaw in that idea. A flaw that might cause their life if whoever is beyond that door is hostile and will kill them. It is better to be cautious then to be 6ft underground before finding their sibling.

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𖥔 fem!reader x wooyoung ; dating ⸼જ A rainy night in with Wooyoung turns into a heated game of control and desire, where boundaries are tested and passions flare, proving that some temptations are impossible to resist... ➤ imagine (smut) .ᐟ.ᐟ 18+/smut content, MDNI!!!, unprotected sex, bdsm elements, light bondage (use of restraints), dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, m & f receiving .ᐟ.ᐟ

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"Come on, just one bite," Wooyoung coaxed, his eyes gleaming with a playful challenge as he held out the slice of spicy pizza.

You giggled, playfully slapping his hand away. "You know I hate spicy food."

"But it’s not that bad, I promise," he persisted, a teasing grin pulling at the corners of his lips. His eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly enjoying your resistance. ── ࣪˖ MORE BELOW

It was a rare night off for both of you, a much-needed break from your hectic schedules. You had ordered takeout, and the cozy hum of an old movie played in the background, its soft soundtrack merging with the rhythmic drumming of rain against the windows. The rain grew louder, setting a soothing cadence that filled the room, wrapping the two of you in a blanket of calm.

Despite the cozy atmosphere, a chill from the storm outside seeped into the apartment, making you shiver slightly. The thin clothes you were wearing weren’t much help against the cold. Noticing, Wooyoung leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "I’ve got a good idea for how we can warm up."

A shiver ran down your spine, not from the cold, but from the teasing lilt in his voice. You met his gaze, a spark of curiosity mingling with the growing tension between you. He took your hand, and with a gentle tug, led you to the bedroom. The anticipation between you both was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires.

In the dim light of the bedroom, Wooyoung playfully nudged you onto the bed, his hands landing on your waist with a gentle but insistent grip. You let out a soft giggle, pushing him away teasingly as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

"What’s gotten into you tonight?" you asked, your voice low and teasing, the tone mirroring the tension that had been simmering all evening.

He flashed you a grin, his eyes darkening with unmistakable desire. "I just can’t get enough of you," he admitted, his words a mix of sincerity and lust.

You smirked, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you slid off the bed and sauntered over to the nightstand. "Is that so?" you challenged, pulling open the drawer with a flourish. From inside, you retrieved a set of velvety restraints, holding them up for him to see. "I think it’s time for a little role reversal."

Wooyoung’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but the excitement in them was unmistakable. He had never seen this side of you, and the prospect intrigued him.

"Trust me," you purred, your voice dripping with seduction as you approached him. Slowly, you began to tie his wrists to the headboard, securing them with just the right amount of pressure—not too tight, but enough to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. "You’re going to love this."

Wooyoung’s pulse quickened as the restraints tightened around his wrists. Being tied up wasn’t something he had ever imagined doing, but for you, he was willing to explore anything. His eyes followed your every move as you sauntered back to the nightstand, your hips swaying with an air of confidence that only heightened his anticipation.

You pulled out a sleek, lifelike dildo from the drawer, its surface glinting under the low light. Wooyoung’s breath hitched at the sight, a low, almost inaudible groan escaping his lips as his cock twitched in his pants. He already knew what you had in mind.

"I’ve been waiting to use this," you murmured, trailing the toy along your inner thigh. The coolness of it sent a ripple of goosebumps over your skin, and Wooyoung’s eyes darkened with want, his breath shallow as he watched you with rapt attention.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, unable to look away. "What are you planning?" he asked, his voice rough with curiosity and desire.

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you flashed him a wicked smile, sliding off your clothes with deliberate slowness, knowing full well that Wooyoung’s patience was wearing thin. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, the intensity of it making your skin tingle with excitement.

Once bare, you positioned the dildo at your entrance, teasing him as much as yourself. His body tensed, his restraints holding him firmly in place, though his eyes betrayed the wild need brewing inside him.

"You’re going to watch," you commanded, your voice sultry, the low timbre sending a thrill through him. "And you’re not moving until I say so."

Without breaking eye contact, you slowly pushed the toy inside yourself, a soft moan escaping your lips as the sensation washed over you. Wooyoung’s gaze was locked on the sight before him, his breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts as you began to move the toy in and out, your pleasure evident in every subtle shift of your expression.

He clenched his fists, testing the restraints, but they held firm. "It’s not fair," he murmured, his voice thick with frustration. "I want to be the one making you feel like that."

Your lips curled into a smug smile as you met his gaze, your eyes gleaming with challenge. "Patience, darling," you cooed, the honey-sweet tone of your voice dripping with teasing. "Your turn will come."

Each thrust of the toy drove Wooyoung closer to the edge of his restraint. He could feel the heat pooling in his body, the desperate need to touch you, to claim you, becoming almost unbearable. Every moan that fell from your lips only added to his frustration, his desire to be the one bringing you to the brink overwhelming.

"You’re so beautiful," he breathed, his voice hoarse as he watched you, his eyes heavy with lust. "But nothing compares to the real thing."

You smirked, your pace quickening as the sound of the dildo sliding in and out of you filled the room, mixing with the soft patter of rain against the window. "You think you can do better?" you taunted, your voice thick with pleasure. "Prove it."

Something in Wooyoung snapped. His control shattered as he growled, "I will. I’ll make you scream my name until you can’t take it anymore."

The promise in his voice sent a pulse of heat through your body, but you didn’t let it distract you. You continued to pleasure yourself, bringing yourself closer and closer to the edge, all while watching the agony of desire play across Wooyoung’s face.

When you finally felt your release approaching, you whispered, "Now."

In one swift move, you untied one of his wrists, and in an instant, Wooyoung was on you. He pulled you onto his lap, his mouth crashing against yours in a searing kiss. His hands gripped your hips tightly, the desperation in his touch palpable as he pulled your body flush against his.

He didn’t waste any time, tossing the dildo aside and replacing it with his own hard length. You moaned into his mouth as he filled you completely, the sensation of him stretching you sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

This was what you had been waiting for—the moment when he would remind you why no toy could ever compare to him. As he began to move, his hips thrusting into you with a fierce passion, you knew he was going to keep his promise.

Wooyoung’s movements were urgent, driven by his need to show you just how much better he could make you feel. Each thrust was precise, his hips moving in a rhythm that had you seeing stars.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him as he brought you to new heights of ecstasy. The rain outside seemed to intensify, the sound of it mingling with your moans and his grunts, creating a symphony of raw, primal desire.

"You’re mine," he murmured against your skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of your neck. "Always."

You could only nod, your voice stolen by the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Every movement, every word, sent you spiraling higher, lost in the intensity of his claim.

Suddenly, Wooyoung flipped you over onto your back, positioning himself above you. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, the new angle allowing him to thrust even deeper inside you, each movement sending shockwaves through your entire body.

Your hands clutched at the bedsheets, desperate for something to ground you as Wooyoung’s lips trailed over your skin, leaving a burning path in their wake. The tension in his body was building, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate.

"Cum for me," he demanded, his voice thick with desire.

And with that, you fell apart, your orgasm tearing through you like lightning. Your body trembled beneath him, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

Wooyoung didn’t stop, his own release only moments behind. He continued to drive into you, his eyes never leaving yours, until finally, with a low groan, he reached his peak. His body trembled as he emptied himself inside you, his release filling you completely.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sound the soft patter of rain and the heavy breathing that filled the room. Wooyoung collapsed beside you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

"I’ll never let you tie me up again," he said with a laugh, his voice still shaky from the afterglow of pleasure. He wiped a hand over his forehead, brushing away the beads of sweat that had gathered during your intense session. His grin was lazy but playful, eyes sparkling with mischief as he turned his head to look at you.

You shifted onto your side, a smug smile pulling at your lips. "Is that a promise or a threat?" you teased, trailing your fingertips lightly over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and you could feel the aftereffects of the raw energy between you lingering in the air.

Wooyoung just chuckled again, the sound rumbling through his chest as he pulled you closer, his arms winding around your body to hold you tightly against him. "Maybe both," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips soft but lingering. "It was torture having to watch without getting to touch you... Your body is too beautiful to just sit back and not be able to do anything about it."

You giggled, snuggling deeper into his embrace, feeling the comfort of his strong arms around you. "But it was worth it, wasn’t it?" you whispered, snuggling into his embrace. "Because now, I know you're not just all talk."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "And you're not just all tease."

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Head Canon: Let’s Play A Game

Yandere Reverse Baki Harem x Afab fighter Reader

Otome Game AU

TW: unhealthy behavior, yandere themes, stalking, obsession, HORROR, etc

You, a famous fighter, had accidentally died in a horrific car accident by saving the life of a child that was supposed to pass away. Luckily, a deity had taken pity on you and decided to give you a second chance at life. One where you must play a game in order to go back to your world. Romance five of the male leads and you’ll be able to return to your world. Katsumi Orochi, Baki Hanma, Kaioh Retsu, Hanayama Kaoru, and Jack Hanma are the five main males you must romance in order to go home but the deity had thrown in some other mystery men just for shits and giggles. He even gave you a house that’s exactly like your old one! Just don’t invite anyone over… Sounds simple enough right? Wrong. How were you to know these emotionally constipated men have never experienced love before?

Katsumi Orochi

The first man you met when you landed in this strange world. His eyes were wide when you suddenly appeared in the rain before him. What on earth was a woman doing in the rain by herself? He rushes over with his umbrella to place it over your head. He’s surprised by how attractive you are. How soft you look… he doesn’t realize he’s staring until you place your hands over his cheek and smile at him.

There was a bar above his head that rapidly began to grow pink when you touched him. He must be one of the male leads you had to romance… perfect!

“I’m a bit lost… can you help me?” Katsumi was quick to offer you his coat when he saw you shiver. There was something almost magical about you… he was a moth to your flame.

“Of course, here. Let’s head into the dojo.” Katsumi ushered you into Shinshinkai while the rain continued to pour. He was immediately smitten with you.

Katsumi offers you a Karate uniform to wear since your clothes are wet. The two of you share small talk and he’s excited to learn that you’re a practitioner of taekwondo. You were pretty and you could fight? It must have been destiny for the two of you to meet!

He by far was the easiest to romance or so you thought… poor you had gotten a little in over your head about this particular man. He’s so obsessive and delusional. A horrible combination but one he developed due to dedicating his entire life to karate.

Katsumi offered free training at Shinshinkai and he was always eager to spar with you. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wrestle with you or to take you out to eat after training. You didn’t notice the way he’d slowly become more and more touchy. Nor did you notice how weird he was when babies were around.

“Don’t you think that baby is so cute?” Katsumi asked when a baby was sat with its mother in a table near the two of you. The baby was super cute with their chubby cheeks. “(Your name), would you ever want to have kids?”

And you stupidly told this man yes… you shared how you wanted to get married one day and have kids that hopefully wanted to be marital artists. You stupid girl! You didn’t even notice the obsession that lied behind his chocolate eyes or the lingering touches whenever he’d pin you to the floor beneath him when you sparred. Not until it was too late. Not until you’re introduced to his parents as his future wife. And there no way to run from him. He has over a million members at Shinshinkai and they’d hunt you down if you ever tried to escape from your doting fiancé.

Hanayama Kaoru

Once you had settled into your house (and carefully made sure not to invite the overly friendly Katsumi over), you ran into him on the street. It was just a chance meeting, but it was one that caught Hanayama by surprise. You had bumped into him and knocked his cigar onto him.

“I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t looking where I was going-“ You were shocked to see such a tall man covered in scars. The heart bar above his head was slightly pink by the small encounter with him. Neither one of you looked away from each other’s eyes.

Hanayama nodded his head and went to turn away but he was surprised when he heard your voice again. “You have ashes all over your jacket… please let me at least brush you off.” Hanayama blushed when you quickly brushed the ashes off him without his answer. How brazen of you! He’s never been hit on first like this…

When you walk away, you noticed his romance bar is already at twenty percent. Perhaps you’d be able to go home sooner than you thought if you kept this up?

A shame you didn’t notice the blush on Hanayama’s face. He’s never been so excited in his life… and now it was your problem. How were you to know how possessive he was?

He was a silent presence compared to the chatty Katsumi and Baki. He would randomly sit beside you when you weren’t preoccupied by the other men which wouldn’t have been such a bad thing if he didn’t stare at you. His gaze was unnerving and terrifying. Yet you must accept him in order to go home. So you tolerated his presence with gentle smiles and one sided small talk. You didn’t realize how much Hanayama truly enjoyed your company.

He began to bring you gifts. Roses, jewelry, and clothing. Loud gestures of adoration despite his stoic exterior. You’d always thank him with a smile because his romance bar would rise with each gift… but his pink bar was the first to reach a blood red. Why was his bar so red? And why did you always feel as if someone was watching you?

His gifts began to become inappropriate. Rather than regular clothes, he’d gift you red, black, and violet lingerie. And then it was chocolates and invitations to fancy dinners where oysters were almost always served. You were starting to become really scared when you found out what his occupation was. How were you to know he was a yakuza boss?! And there was no escape from Hanayama, he was too powerful and he was too obsessed with you to share you.

Baki Hanma

You were on a jog when you met the twenty year old. He was sitting on a bench all alone looking so down. The heart bar above his head was a depressing shade of blue. Oh no! Why did he look so sad?

Baki was shocked when you sat beside him with a smile. You offer him your hand to introduce yourself and you offered to listen to him since he looked so sad. He instantly clung to you like a tick. You were so warm and sweet… he adored it. He’s never had affection like this since his ex girlfriend… you’re warm like a mom!

You pat Baki’s head as he cries in your arms. You’re shocked by how his heart bar sky rockets to a sixty percent with this small interaction. Holy smokes! You were crushing this game!

You exchanged numbers with him and offered him solace so kindly. Baki was so thrilled to finally have someone care about him. It was what he has always wanted…

Baki spent almost as much time with you as Katsumi did. The two friendly men running around you like little kids as they excitedly would take you on lots of dates. It was a little overwhelming.

But you didn’t think Baki would be so clingy… please don’t leave him! Don’t leave him, he’d do anything for you! Please only look at him! Love him!

Jack Hanma

The hardest to romance. This man was mean. Mean as hell. He had no interest in you whatsoever, he only had his goal of strength in mind. Jack constantly rebuffed you, but your persistence began to wear down his walls

Why did you insist on being so close to him anyways? He was a mess. He was always sweaty and he would train to the point of incontinence… did you have a piss kink? You were weird as hell and he didn’t like the way the other fighters hovered around you like helicopters. You were nothing special… at least that’s what he told himself until he overheard you defend him when someone bad mouthed him.

“Sure Jack can be a little rough around the edges, but he works harder than any of you!” Jack clenched his jaw when he heard you berate some of the fighters who commented on his methods for strength. “You don’t have half of what it takes to want to be the best.” Your words made something flutter in his heart. It was a weird feeling but it wasn’t something entirely unwelcomed.

Jack’s presence usually sent the other men running away with their tails between their legs but he began to like the way you smiled so warmly at him. For the first time in years, someone didn’t look at him like he was a monster. And he didn’t ever want you to disappear. No. Jack wouldn’t ever let anything happen to you. He’d rather die.

You became as important to him as his journey to strength. You were his one and only friend. His companion. It didn’t matter to him that there were others. Jack was just happy to have you by his side.

Jack enjoyed how you’d sit beside him whenever he sat alone or how you’d occasionally lean on him when it was cold. Jack slowly warmed up to you and his romance bar slowly began to rise. He took the longest to romance out of all the others but he’s the most normal out of all of them. Jack rarely sought you out unless he had a gut feeling you needed him. Jack slowly began to become easier to talk to… and you made the mistake of venting to him. Of showing him your most vulnerable side.

So when he saw you crying for the first time about how weird everyone was to you, something in him snapped. How dare they make you uncomfortable. How dare they make you cry! And now you realized just how over protective Jack was of you…

And from that day forth, Jack began to protect you. He was like a giant, blonde tank that shoved the other men out of the way. You didn’t have to worry anymore. Jack would protect you!

Kaioh Retsu

You met him at the dojo. Retsu was very nice to you. He was a voice of reason and usually would step between you and Katsumi when he noticed Katsumi being particularly weird to you.

You’d spar with Retsu and you were always awestruck by his Kenpo. Retsu enjoyed your compliments and even taught you some Kenpo. He was thrilled that someone was interested in his martial art. To have it be appreciated.

His romance bar was hidden from you, which was strange. Occasionally it would pop up with a high percentage but then it would fade into obscurity. Retsu would always give you a soft smile and reassure you whenever you were particularly overwhelmed. He was a really good friend.

Retsu was easy to talk to and he made the best tea. And Retsu always had a logical response whenever you vented about the other men. You felt safe with Retsu… like you could trust him.

And so you shared with him the truth of you situation. Which made the Chinese man sympathize with you. He’d help you get home!

A shame you didn’t realize how he secretly manipulated you. How he pretended to be reasonable and level headed. He used his maturity and kindness to lower your guard but he didn’t realize just how much you were hiding. You’re from another world? That would explain why you were so unique compared to everyone else in this world of his… Retsu found you fascinating.

Now Retsu was going to help you leave this world… but he was going with you. You entrusted him with such precious information and didn’t he deserve a reward for helping you?

Pickle

A wild card. You will only meet him if you decide to go hiking on a Thursday.

You were not supposed to meet him but you did. On a complete accident too. You decided to go on a hike in the forest to get away from your… suitors.

He was just hunting in the forest when he noticed you. And he was curious about you. He began to follow you around like a lost dog. It would take a few miles of hiking to notice him but once you did, you were very puzzled. Who was this guy and why was his romance bar red from the get go? And that’s when you finally put together that the red bars that were above all the men you have been around meant danger.

Pickle was quick to snatch you up in his arms but rather than attack you, he sniffed you. He was surprised to smell all those fighters he’s fought on you! It fascinated him.

You were quick to escape him and run but he chased after you. He was so happy to play! If he caught you, could he keep you? Pickle would like a mate.

A shame Baki was waiting for you at the edge of the forest. The redhead glared at Pickle who began to throw a tantrum. No fair! Pickle wanted to play with you too! To keep you and to mate with you! That wasn’t fair.

Now you didn’t leave the city often because Pickle was always watching… always waiting to strike. For you had caught his eye.

Hector Doyle

Another wild card. You weren’t supposed to meet him but you did at the dojo. He was supposedly a reformed convict, one that didn’t have much of an interest in you… at first.

Doyle was kind of mean but in a snarky way. He always had something smart to say whenever you’d talk to Katsumi. You thought he was gay when you first met him since he liked Katsumi so much. But after you got to know him, you realized he was just attached to the Karateka since he defeated him.

Doyle slowly opened up to you since you were a constant presence in Katsumi’s life. You were very nice to him despite his sharp tongue so Doyle respected you. The two of you slowly became friends… but you constantly had to stop him from stealing products from the mall. Doyle had sticky fingers despite being blind. He insisted he knew the quality of what he took by the way it smelled and felt in his fingers. It was kind of silly.

Doyle’s romance bar slowly rises up the more you go out with him. He’s secretly a softie beneath his rough exterior. (If you’re a touchy person, it’ll shoot up faster. Doyle is easily flustered). Doyle is also very jealous of Katsumi

You seemed to make his friend happy so he was happy with you… until he noticed a change in Katsumi. The Karateka was obsessed with you to the point it was concerning. At least in the way Katsumi spoke of you, since Doyle was blind.

“Katsumi told everyone that you’re his fiancée but I never heard you talk about it.” Doyle whispered to you as the two of you stretched in a corner in the dojo. The blind assassin adjusted his blindfold. “I may be blind, but I’m not stupid. Are you okay?”

Doyle was shocked when you answered back in a choked sob. “No, I’ve tried to get away but he’s sent the whole dojo after me… I’m scared, Doyle.”

Doyle was so shocked when you hugged him. His body shook when he felt his first hug since he was a child. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and lost himself within you. He could imagine a life with you. You were so sweet and you were capable… he had money from his old job as an assassin and he had favors he was owed by people. Doyle could help you escape.

You pulled away and you felt your blood run cold at the red bar that was now above Doyle’s head. Oh no…

“I’ll help you escape.” Doyle whispered in your ear. “But we’d constantly be on the run. Would you want to live like that, darling?”

The choice is up to you with him. Doyle will help you but you’d lose your opportunity to go home… forever.

Jun Guevara

Another wild card. This dashing man can be found on Fridays at the docks by his boat. He’s usually shirtless with a jacket draped over his shoulders and a cigarette between his lips. He is also very easy to attract if you ask him about the ocean. This man loves the ocean. He won’t stop talking about it and he may even give you a shell if you’re extra sweet.

Jun is incredibly flirtatious but don’t let that fool you, he’s also extremely possessive. His heart bar will only rise if you’re charismatic. You have to be able to talk the talk too. And once you successfully romance him, you have the opportunity to get onto his ship! Hurray!

Jun will share rum and stories with you if you sneak off to come see him. He’ll even drape his jacket around you and call you, “Meu amor” or “Meu anjo.” You don’t have a clue what that means but it seems like a nickname!

Jun is great to use as an escape option if the other men become overwhelming. Just keep in mind that he won’t let you off that boat, because he’s determined to make you his wife! And eventually the mother of his four children.

Biscuit Oliva

Another wild card but can be encountered if you interact with criminals (Jun or Doyle). Biscuit may ask you about their whereabouts but you should lie to him to save your friends. Compliment this man to distract him! He’s a pretty revered bounty hunter so it won’t take much.

He’s recently a widow and he’s easily flustered since he’s never been flirted with before. Oliva is very easy to romance once you stoke the fires of his ego.

Oliva is a gift giver just like Hanayama except his gifts are more from the heart rather than his pants…

Oliva will buy you very nice clothes and offer to take you abroad. His romance bar will only ever turn red if you share your woes with him.

Just like Jack, Oliva is extremely protective. And he will not lose another love so he’s willing to whisk you away and lock you up forever.

Just be his cute sugar baby and everything will be okay! So long as the other men don’t crash your date… then you may never get home.

Once you successfully romance all the men, the deity will appear to you. But sadly they won’t be able to send you home anyways because you’ve ruined the story here since all their bars all turned red. Sorry toots, but he can’t take you away from these men who are willing to kill each other to have you. The deity just hopes you can make a choice.

[a-boca-do-inferno]

a goddess in my right eye (koba x human!reader) [request]

summary: Kobaʼs plan was just to grab some human guns, until he saw you. Whatever could happen?

warnings: angst-ish, fluff, swearing

words: 1.1k

notes: based on animal by aurora. enjoy <3

You snapped your head at the quiet thud of something falling on the floor, stopping your repairs on the light above you. You came down from the stool you had been standing on and cleaned your hands with a cloth, throwing it aside as you frowned. Who could be around here at dinner time? Mostly everyone was having supper now… Except for the drunk assholes watching over the armoury, of course. Rolling your eyes impatiently, you strolled in the direction of the sound and froze in your tracks as soon as you spotted one of those apes with his back turned to you. You let out a gasp and tried to calm down, gripping the wall you hid behind tightly. Taking another experimental peak at the scene, that’s when you saw it.

Pause. Everything happened so quickly, you didn’t even finish blinking; dead bodies surrounded the angry ape whilst he made his way toward you, stomping firmly on the cement with the biggest scowl you’d ever seen, a machine gun dangling loosely from his arm. Your whole body shook with fear and adrenaline, your hands drenched in sweat and closed in fists. Your mind went completely blank for a second. Run. Run. Run. Yet you simply could not move, your soles glued to the ground beneath your worn out boots. His piercing gaze bore into your soul like burning knives cutting through it. It was helpless. That was your end.

Right?

“Human.” He scoffs, his scarred face contorted in disgust and... curiosity, to say the least. Koba sized you up and down, invading your personal space, his hot breath hitting you so aggressively you had to flinch. Seeming mildly amused by your terrified state, he orders gruffly, “name.” 

“(y/n). I-I won’t say anything, I promise…” You stammer, shrinking even further as the ape towers over you, panting with his mouth open. His sharp exhales blew your hair slightly; such a foreign sensation. Surely that wasn’t the same guy who’d come make peace with your group earlier, riding horses and such? This one appeared not to be awfully fond of the human race in comparison. When you noticed the creature only kept on coming closer, his chest almost pressing against yours, you gulped. “Who… are you?” Your voice is but a whisper.

There was something uncanny about the way Koba examined you. He’d never seen a human that was not a scientist and you most certainly were not one, wearing those old clothes and smelling of grease. You seemed scared, but not because of him—not completely. You seemed scared of everything. The ape enjoyed how you shrank away from his every move like a small animal cornered by its prey; the rules were reversed now, it seemed. His nose caught a whiff of your natural smell again, one he couldn’t quite place under the layer of lubricant. He tilted his head, his sharp stare never leaving your eyes.

“Koba.” He huffs, pointing to himself proudly. His good eye inspected your every feature with a more obviously curious gleam now. His large hand reached out for your cheek and you pursed your lips as he traced your soft skin with his fingertips. His breathing remained heavy and quick, taking in your scent. Letting out a deep grunt, albeit not as hostile as before, the ape concedes, “Koba… like (y/n).”

You can’t help but raise your brows, surprised and confused at the statement. “What…”

He gives your face another rough but faint brush of his fingers before holding your chin in place. “Bad human.” Koba continues, pointing at the dead bodies with the gun he’s still holding, then turns to you and places his palm on your collarbone tentatively. He nods briefly. “Good… human.”

A shiver ran up your spine as he pulled you closer, wrapping an arm securely around your hips. The situation was so widely unexpected you couldn’t hold back a nervous laugh, gripping his furry shoulders for support as he held you. Koba was pleased at the sound you made and accompanied you with a chuckle of his own, deeper and more gravelly than yours. Your breathing was still slightly ragged, trying to make sense of what he meant with his words and his actions. A monkey in love with you? Like… King Kong or something?

“Why did you do this?” You ask, genuinely eager to know, while also attempting to escape your rushed thoughts. It wasn’t like those morons would be greatly missed by you. Good riddance. “Why… did you kill them?”

Koba blinks slowly, considering your questions. He doesn’t respond and instead throws the machine gun behind you, putting both his strong arms around your midriff, “Koba want you.” He snarls, impatient.

You snort and sigh, blushing despite yourself. These apes are really something. “I…”

“No talk.” He cuts you off, covering your lips with his calloused hand swiftly, yet tenderly. You obeyed if only because of the fear of turning out just like your dead buddies, but you wouldn’t fool yourself and pretend you weren’t enjoying him holding you like this. And Koba was aware of that too, huffing softly, “come?”

You took in what he was asking. He wanted you to leave the group with him? For what? For how long? His bright eye watched you carefully, even expectantly, eager for an answer. You thought back to the light you were fixing just now; this place was falling apart, anyway, and you’d had your fair share of disagreements with the leader more than once ever since the apes came along. You were almost certain they’d cause a war one way or the other, from both sides, and at some point you’d have to choose your own. And you sure as hell weren’t gonna be on Dreyfus’.  

Pulling you out of your thoughts, he asserted, giving your waist a tighter squeeze just in case, “with Koba.”

“Yes.” You breathe, not even letting him close his mouth entirely. Koba hoots gently and joins your foreheads. You smile and cup his face, blurting out in a small snicker, “this is crazy.”

The ape grunted in agreement, a smirk playing across his thick lips as you touched his scars so delicately. He closed his eyes and huffed, enjoying the warm sensation of your breath on his skin. He nuzzled into the soft hollow of your neck and sniffed, taking in as much of your muskiness as he could, eliciting a low rumble from his throat and pulling you against him forcefully, almost possessively.

“Crazy ape.” The ape follows your amusement in kind, placing a hand on his own chest. His fangs appear more as he grins, now pointing to you, “crazy human.”

[predestinatos]

love me down? — CL16 𓍢ִ໋ ᰔᩚ

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: it's time to confront feelings over mcdonald's and a beach view

word count: 4k

tags: a bit angsty not gonna lie, vulnerable!charles is so interesting to write, finally they get it together (kind of), smut at the end - absolutely filthy btw.

minors dni ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! warnings & note underneath

note: so so sorry for the delay in updates! i've been busy on my dissertation, staying home alone for a few days and traveling along with writing some articles for my uni newspaper so things have been crazy here. but i appreciate all the support and patience.

warnings: rough sex, kitchen sex, spit is involved, charles is very... domineering

“Thank you” you smiled softly to the girl handing you the McDonald’s bag and the two big cups of coke, which you promptly asked for Charles to hold as you proceeded to drive away.

Your hands gripped the stirring wheel as you drove – upon Charles’ insistence that he wanted to see you doing it, and also because it would raise less suspicion and attention if you both did so. The night was calm and slightly warm, allowing for the windows to be opened and the breeze ran through your hair wildly.

You felt his gaze on you, noticing how he stared unapologetically at you from the corner of your eye, a warm smile plastered across his face, his eyes half open – details that you didn’t notice but knew, out of the sheer amount of time you were now spending together, his expressions becoming familiar and recognizable, like a painting you hang on your bedroom and see every morning when you wake up.

“Stop staring, it distracts me,” you said jokingly, your shoulders tensing as you smiled shyly and tried to fix your hair with one hand, the other remaining on the wheel. “Now you know how I feel” he replied, popping a French fry in his mouth.

You allowed yourself half a second to look at him with confusion, your eyebrows furrowed as you moved your head questioningly. “What do you mean?” you asked, as you opened your hand towards him and demanded for him to give you a french fry.

“I mean when we all hang out and you sit at the back of my car and all I can see is you from the rearview mirror” he replied, his arms stretching towards your mouth instead of your hand, placing the food in it carefully. You knew the order of these actions was deliberate – first he admitted to something, then he would shush you somehow, as if to let that admission disappear or go unnoticed, or for him to think of something to say that would somehow lessen it.

The cold tone of his eyes remained on you, however, letting silence fill the car, as you noticed you hadn’t put music on, relying on each other’s voices and company instead. With your mouth still half full, you kept questioning his attentive gaze: “we haven’t all hung out in your car in ages, though.” You swallow, hoping he understood what you said between chewing and speaking.

Charles laughed softly, both at your statement and at your attempt to multitask, which he tried to unconsciously replicate by removing the Coca-Cola cup from the bag without taking his eyes off of you. “I know,” he realized that was all he could say, and that it was enough for you to understand its underlying meaning.

You were now arriving at an empty beachside, one which both of you knew because that was where you spent your teenage years amongst the people you loved. “I thought you hated me though,” you said, more seriously than you intended, your hand on the gearstick as you moved it to reverse. He shrugged as he took his seatbelt off, placing one leg under the other one, his sweatpants revealing a comfort he had acquired with you over the past months. “I thought so too,” he replied, chuckling.

You turned the car off but didn’t find his tale all that amusing, how both your and his feelings were now drifting unknowingly and dissolving, getting harder to recognize and pinpoint.

Noticing your discomfort, Charles’ hand once again went through his hair, nervousness hard to disguise, his dark brown locks suddenly in a desperate need to be fixed. You grabbed your order from the bag placed upon his lap, unthinkingly. Months prior, just the idea of being in a car with him seemed ridiculously unrealistic, and now touching him was voluntary and thoughtless, which highlighted the contrast of your words.

“I’ve always found you attractive” his voice interrupted, as he took a bite of his cheeseburger. You reflected his movements, but looking at him, eyebrows raised and interest spiking. The short seconds he took to chew and swallow seemed like an eternity, the urge to hear him continue almost as big as his urge to keep talking. “Even when you annoyed the shit out of me” he laughed shortly, and this time you did too, your head rising towards the ceiling of the car. “It’s true! It just made you even more insufferable” he repeated, his free hand adjusting a lock of your hair behind you ear in caring amusement.

Your eyes met his as you took a sip of your drink, interrupting him before he went on a full monologue. “Thank you for the flattering confession,” you joked back, mimicking him by putting a lock of his hair behind his ear – an almost impossible task. “Come on, I knew you felt attraction towards me as well,” he tilted his head and leaned back, arms crossed smugly, trying to hide the slightly damaged ego. “You were alright,” your answer made him bring his hand to his chest dramatically, a comical expression screaming ‘how dare you’ in sheer playfulness.

“Grumpy men aren’t my type” you continued, placing a French fry in your mouth with feigned innocence. “Bratty girls aren’t mine either yet here we are” Charles replied, a soft gleam in his eyes as he looked at you, the breeze entering the car through the open window and touching his hair softly, daring to caress him when you couldn’t, wouldn’t.

Here we are. That sentence reverberated through your body like an enigma you couldn’t solve. Where exactly were you two? In a limbo of unspoken feelings and mere subtle hints of tenderness, an unbreakable vow of secrecy that can only be expressed through metaphors? In a car, desperate to feel each other’s devoted affection, yet refraining to do so, like a painting in a museum you can’t get too close to?

Charles knew he had said the wrong thing, or at least not the good enough thing for the moment. This back and forth used to be amusing and entertaining when nothing was at stake. But now it seems like both of you had gambled too much, and the few chips you had were holding you together at a table where whatever happened could not be seen as a victory.

He said the only thing that came to his mind at that moment. An earnest and genuine “I’m sorry” left his lips as he looked outside the window. You let out a breath, accepting the apology despite the fact that you didn’t quite know the reason for it. Was he apologizing for the comment that ignited this tension? For letting things spiral to this in the first place? You weren’t sure he knew it either, yet you knew he meant it enough for you to not hold it against him.

But maybe it was your turn to get into his head, as selfish as this sounded. You didn’t hold it against him but that didn’t mean you didn’t have half thoughts and half feelings to let out. “It was hard not being bratty with you,” you heard yourself say, as his head turned towards you. You forced yourself to hold his gaze, despite the fact that you felt heat rushing to your cheeks as you spoke. “You got under my skin like no one else. Still do,” you bit your lip, holding back a smile that threatened to creep up on your face. It was hard to hide your amusement at his own bewildered look, incredulous at what you had said could imply.

“You don’t know how many times I wanted to be alone with you” his voice, almost a whisper, traveled through the car along with the nightly air and the soft waves crashing far away. You swallowed dryly, despite the cold cup resting between your legs and the comfort it could’ve provided you in a time like this.

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, curiosity, or maybe sheer tension, filling your body as you felt him getting closer to you, closing the gap between both of your seats. “I did, eventually,” his breath hit your neck, his knowledge of this particular weakness of yours making you even weaker, realizing you gave him the power to get to you like this. His chuckle filled your ears and sent goosebumps throughout your body like an orchestra of sensations. “And it’s not like you made it particularly easy for me,” he continued, kissing your neck lightly enough to make your body shiver, his hand now resting on your leg and caressing it with sensuous ease.

“Really?” you played along, irony lacing your lips the way you both liked to play. “How come?” your voice broke upon the sentence as his murmur of affirmation to your question mixed with his kisses down your neck and his now tightened grip on your leg blurred your senses.

Before he could properly reply, your phone vibrated in your pocket, disrupting the tension building up between you two. You cursed under your breath as you pulled it out, reading the name on the screen and locking it again, deciding to reply later. “It’s my sister,” you say, even though you knew you needn’t justify yourself. Nevertheless, you did. You hoped he’d do the same in his own case.

“Oh, is everything alright? She’s in Austria, right?” he asked, genuine curiosity lacing his words. You nodded in response. “Yeah, she’s alright. It’s a drunk selfie, I’ll text her later,” you laughed as you continued, your drink finishing just like his. He laughed, more to himself than to you, as he shook his head negatively. “That’s brave for a Linguistics student” he joked.

His words made you realize something, which you couldn’t help but point out to him, question him about. “How do you know those things? About my sister, I mean” you clarified, your eyes interlocked with his. “You’ve mentioned it sometimes when we all hung out,” he shrugged, the answer seeming so simple and uncomplicated, almost making you feel ridiculous for asking. Yet you stood, motionless. “I may seem annoyed, but I am listening, you know.”

You felt your body freeze at his words, a realization of something you had never considered before. Because it’s not only that he was listening; he remembered. Things you didn’t particularly say to him – in fact, you ignored him most times, only using the basic politeness when strictly necessary – were engraved in his mind when they did not have to be. They could’ve been mere writings on sand for him, ones which the sea would wash away carelessly, yet they weren’t.

And suddenly, you were tired. Of the breeze, of the jokes, of the hiding, of the unknown. Of crying, of laughing, of shrugging it off and trying not to think about it. Of the lack of answers, of the increasingly infinite number of questions. You’ve felt sadness, but now it was time for anger – unfortunately, you did not know whom to aim it at. To him? For not being able to admit the very same thing you couldn’t admit either? To yourself? For protecting your emotions from the person who has shown in the past his inconsistencies, his lack of commitment and emotional availability?

He felt it then. He did not know how or why – whether your breath give it away, how you blinked more rapidly than usual and your eyelashes seemed to bat away the painful realization – but he felt that if he did not do something, say something, before you did, all this would end. And in those brief seconds everything flashed before him: the endless amount of decisions and routes that he could take here, how it would be easy in the short term to accept what you had to say and let you drive him home, drink it away, fuck it away, text someone else, kiss someone else. But the long term painful knowledge of feeling your skin on his when he wakes up at 4am in your room, to witness your eyerolls when he jokes around, to witness your existence quietly – that suddenly felt unbearable.

Your fists were clenched in repressed anger, so were his, though the reasons differed – but the source of them didn’t. It had now become a race against time, daring each other to speak, to do something before the other did, scared of the words that might come out each other’s mouths.

You beat him to it – maybe the only game where you actually won, yet a victory that tasted as a loss, where the podium took more from you than it gave, no morning glory or praise in your eyes or his. “I don’t think I can keep doing this” was all you said as you forced yourself to look into Charles’ eyes, notice how you could tell something in him shifted despite his lack of movement. Despite the fact that he had seen in it coming, he couldn’t help but feel a sharpness in his chest that threatened to break his whole body apart from the inside out. He had nothing to lose anymore, and knowing this, he knew he had to at least put up a fight with himself.

“It’s a shame because I think I’m starting to get feelings for you,” he tried to act natural, almost slightly careless but it did not work, not when your eyes stared deeply into his, confusion written all over them. “I mean I can’t get you off my mind. These hang outs we have are all that I look forward to. I mean that I wish I could just tell you how much I crave your presence at every moment. That part of me feels such anger towards you precisely because you make me feel weak. I hate myself for feeling these things almost as much as I do for not expressing them to you earlier. And I care. I care so much I wish I could be brave enough to ask you to text me when you get home, when you wake up, when you go out. I want to talk to you or stay in silence or eat or do anything, I don’t fucking know what I’m saying but I want this to keep going and I am so fucking selfish for it, I know I am.”

Charles bit his lip, out of nervousness, anger, or sadness – neither of you quite knew. All you knew was that the words that came out of his mouth could never be unsaid, that whatever happened after this could never repair whatever dynamic you two had, and even though you both knew that the first time he stayed after your party, it was now a reality you had to confront.

“Don’t do this to me, Charles” you begged, your voice breaking slightly as it whispered his name, the taste of it so different from before, so foreign it seemed like you were calling someone else. “It’s really fucking mean of you to do this,” you continued, as your hand flew to the car key and started it, your intention to leave the conversation in the sand, let it be consumed by the sea, erased, cleaned.

You drove and drove, although you felt like the car was operating itself, your mind not as much on the way to Charles’ place but more on retracing the steps that brough you two here. He didn’t highlight his presence either. Both of you felt so insanely alone in that car it was almost maddening, a solitary confinement worse than any other punishment: being alone together.

And so when your car came to a halt in the parking lot and you inhaled deeply, accepting the fact that this was probably the last time you would ever have him like this, considering what you’d do differently had you known that when you woke up, he tried one last time.

His hand was so close to opening the door but refused to do so before both his body and his mind had the answer to the question that would solve it all. Every single one of his next movements would depend on how you replied, and he was, not for the first time, immediately aware of your control over him. “Knowing all this, knowing it would come to this in the end- would you have kicked me out of your apartment that night?”

For some inexplicable reason, you did not hesitate then. Your head moved, so slightly it could go unnoticed, in a nod. Then, as if you were watching your own self from afar, you nodded once more, clearly, affirmatively, and confidently, despite your runny nose and teary eyes. You adjusted your hair once again, the mess a reflection of your own thoughts and his – tangled and complicated.

Yet, your reply triggered all of Charles’ courage, made his words come out strong and reassuring at the same time, as he tried, not desperately but incessantly, to make you see what he couldn’t show. “Then why can’t we keep going? You want me to show you I need you, here I am. I need you. I need this, and this might be the most vulnerable I can be with you right now but I am trying. I’ll say it as many times as you want and I’ll leave if you want me to because that’s how much I need you. I need you so much I’m willing to let you go if that’s what you want.”

His reply made you feel your own heart speeding, its pace matching his, though you were both unaware of it. Your hands were shaking at the same rhythm as his hands, the ones that were now opening the door in defeat, but that were stopped by you gripping his arm, feeling him finally, pleading him to stay. He barely had the time to close the door again, leaving it ajar as he turned to you and felt your lips on his, soft and needy and begging for him to stay. He deepened the kiss hungrily, his teeth biting your bottom lip in confirmation of his presence before you.

Remembering where you two were, you pulled away, looking at his unusual post kiss expression. Although the red lips and blissed eyes remained, he was serious, rather than smug, questioning if this was a last goodbye or a beginning. You smiled to yourself at that, his innocent look when he lost control of a situation giving away his honesty.

The atmosphere was still tense despite the fact that the air had been cleared out by his words and the tears washed away by the foggy windows, yet you couldn’t help but bite your lip, holding back a laugh as you said, “so does this mean I have to cancel things with Oscar?”

Charles’ soft giggle and playful “fuck off” made you feel at home more than ever, as you knew now that he was comfortable with you holding that door. And as he stepped out of your car, he leaned down and popped his head in once again, teasingly asking you “want to come inside so I can answer that for you?” – to which you merely smirked as you removed your seatbelt.

As soon as the elevator doors closed and until you made all the way to the 16th floor Charles’ hands were on your waist, your legs, your chest, and everywhere possible, as he tried feeling all of you at once, greedily caressing your skin. You needed him just as much, your own arms around his neck as your hands pulled his soft hair, sometimes with enough strength his groan was audible, but so addictive you couldn’t get enough of it.

The elevator doors opened and somehow you made it into his apartment, not registering any inch of it – you had grown to know it all too well to have to look around for the last few months. With your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands holding you by your thighs, he took you to the closest spot he could find and placed you there, your ass suddenly feeling the cold surface underneath. Sitting on his marble kitchen counter, you watch as his attitude shifted back to the cocky and possessive one you knew so well. Charles didn’t hesitate to take his shirt off, followed by his sweatpants, which revealed everything already. However, the sight of his naked body between your legs drove you insane, your head spinning with the heat of desire. Completely naked, yet standing above you, his voice, so distinct from the soft and vulnerable from before, demanded: “take your clothes off”

You complied, never breaking eye contact as he fisted his own cock, its length making your mouth water and your entrance embarrassingly wet, yet that embarrassment quickly faded as his gaze lowered towards it, dark lust spreading across his eyes. Unapologetically, he eyes you up and down, eyes resting on your breasts, your nipples hard, your whole body giving away how delirious with desire you felt.

“God your body is insane” he started, his hand still on his erection, moving frantically and out of pace, trying to replicate the feeling of being inside you, yet unsuccessfully. You dropped your shy attitude, replacing it instead with a newly found confidence highlighted by the confirmation of his primal desires.

“Quit jerking yourself off and fuck me, Charles” your voice sounded aggressive and soft at the same time, and caught him so off guard you saw his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let out a ravenous growl.

Without warning, he pushed himself into you, burying his length deep inside your cunt, your wetness allowing him to move perfectly. “Fuck it’s like you were made for me” his voice, now much deeper, erupted against your neck, his face buried in it as one hand held on to your thigh tightly, and your pain was nothing when compared to how full he made you feel, how your whole body responded to him with absolute pleasure. “You were made for me, weren’t you?” he asked, pulling away from you to grip your face in his hand, a gesture so possessive and animalistic it made your eyes water in a haze. You tried nodding, although it was hard given how strong his grip was, how out of control and light-headed you felt, making it impossible for you to speak either.

His thrusts continued, aggressive and ravenous, as he unleashed all of his cravings on you. “Open your mouth” he ordered between breathy growls that pushed you over the edge. You obeyed, mouth open and tongue out as you looked at him in the eyes, some of his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, his muscles tense and his body a complete masterpiece as it moved inside you. You knew what he was going to do, yet it still took you by sheer surprise, a cry leaving your lips as he spat directly towards your mouth, pulling your hair back to be able to look at you clearly.

You couldn’t even imagine the wreck you now looked like before him – completely blissed out and lustful, desperate for release. “All mine, f-fuck” you heard him say, despite the fact that you could barely think or even see, the sensations all mingled as one as you carved your nails in his toned arms.

“You’re mine, Charles” you tried finding your assertive voice, remind him he wasn’t the only one in charge, that you too had an upper hand in this. “All fucking m-mine, just like you want” you cried out as you felt him exploding inside you whilst your name left his lips.

The feeling of him coming and filling you was enough for you to come as well, your body shaking around his as he remained inside you, letting you keep every part of him.

As you stilled your breaths, his lips dropped a soft kiss on your forehead and his hand caressed your cheek. The change caused you to giggle, your brain still foggy from the intensity of the session you just had. “Let’s take a shower. Together” you finally said, allowing him to know that everything he had said was as reciprocate as he desired.

You two didn’t have a name or definition yet, but for now, the mutual need for each other’s presence was enough.

@buendiabebeta @janeholt3 @ruleroftheuniverse @trentsgirl @teenagedreams-cl @cmleitora @marialovesf1 @champagneholland

[screams-in-writing]

Oo if you're up to doing sappy happy writings I had this thought the other day about Puzzles being very gentle with the reader. Like a role-reverse of my last ask, instead this time it's Puzzles who enthralled himself into lovingly touching the reader, seeing how They react to His touch for a change.

Ooo yes, let’s just jump into it! I hope you’re ready; I had a lot of fun with this and it ran away from me as I went!

Setting: Mr. Puzzles is back in his home world and reader is visiting him in his house at the edge of the showgrounds, and he’s just so, so excited to be able to spend time with the reader and Mr puzzles has the whole evening planned out and is pleased that the reader is a happy to go along with it.

[this will be broken up into different ‘sections’ to show Mr. Puzzles getting comfortable with being allowed to do some casual exploring. And 1st pov, because that’s easier to write him in for some reason]

Front door:

I didn’t ever think I’d get this many chances to spend time with you. Not after everything that had happened, and yet here we were. I was awaiting your arrival to my house (an actual home, not an empty warehouse or some meaningless mansion that meant nothing if I had nothing out of it. I was currently experiencing a great deal of nerves, even though I had this ‘date’ planned to a T. When you knocked, I practically fell over my own feet to open the door, and only remained balanced as I caught myself onto the doorframe.

“Good evening, my dear.” I flashed the best technicolor smile I could manage, though I was certain I didn’t hide the interested expression when I saw what you were wearing. It took a lot of effort to keep my hands to myself, and that was likely your plan from the mischievous look you shot me as you entered the house. I closed the door, and after you took off your coat, I couldn’t help but slide in close to you, taking the coat from you as my other arm casually slipped around your waist. Stooping, my metal head leaned in close to the side of yours. Trailing my fingers along your side, I whisper. “Tease. You tempt me so.”

Kitchen:

“When’d you get that apron?”

“I think it was a present from one of your roommates, as a joke.” Tilting my head to the side, I keep myself focused on clearing off the table, while you manned the sink.You’d all but banned me from the sink after I’d nearly had my beautiful metal head nearly fell into it after getting struck in the head by a whirlwind that was Mario being chased by Smg3. Subsequently, I asked you, pleaded, really, to not let Mario onto my house again.

“It was Rose, wasn’t it?”

“Who else would’ve given me an apron with ‘kiss the insecure man’ on it?” I grumbled as I finished tidying up.”

“And yet you kept it.” You turned off the sink. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

“Why get another one when this one is perfectly functional?” I offered in answer as I spun about and snuck up on you to wrap my arms around you, fingers lightly trailing down along your spine. It delighted me that you leaned into me; I tugged you closer, practically lifting you up into my arms from where I stooped again. “And what do you think I’d ask of you?”

“Kiss me, insecure tv man.” You teased me again.

I took you at your word and set you down on the counter behind you in order to not have to bend over so far in order to kiss you.

“I think I saw a movie like this once.”

“We are not reenacting one of those.” I teased in return by rubbing my screen swiftly into your hair before I dipped down and left a brief zap of static across your lips to make you inhale sharply at its intensity. A hooded expression appeared on my face, the technicolor smile pleased. I slid one hand along your cheek, giddy over you tilting your head up at my touch. I didn’t build up static this time, indulging in a longer kiss as I gathered up the static ‘fuzziness’ to align along your lips. A curious sensation, but one I found I quite enjoyed. Muffled laughter emitted from my speakers when I ‘licked’ a stripe of static along your cheek after ending the kiss. I kissed the hand you shoved into the middle of my screen, mimicking a ‘nip’ with a quick zap different from the softly static I used for the kiss.

Living room:

The movie was a given, but I found I couldn’t quite focus because you’d decided to move from my side, where I could gently caress your arm with my hand, to on my lap.

My…predicament was likely known to you, but you did quite an admirable job making it seem as though you were enthralled with the movie of the screen we were watching.

Perhaps I should have insisted upon you watching a movie on my face, that I may better look at you and your different expressions, and feel your body breathing as you wrapped your arms around my body and watched my screen.

But two could play at this game.

I didn’t make you look away from the screen, but I certainly gave you something to think about when I wrapped my arms around you, and teased a hand across your belly, as if to slide a hand up beneath the clothing to touch bare skin. When you retaliated by shifting around to a more ‘comfy’ position, I near growled something and pressed my metal head against the back of your neck, to ‘flick’ static there to make you squirm in return.

It was fun.

I was having fun, and from the sound of your smothered laughter, you were too. But the night was still a ways away, and the movie still had an hour and fourteen minutes left.

Bedroom:

“You know, I think I would have directed that movie much differently than that director had.” I mused, as I stared at the mirror on the dresser, while waiting for you to finish with the bathroom.

“You say that to a lot of the movies we watch.” You pointed out, the bathroom door cracked open a little to hear me speak.

“Because it’s true! I have ideas! Artistic passion to make the creativity flow so much better than it did!” I protested, half joking and half serious. When the bathroom door shoved open, the light in it turned off, I kept my focus on the mirror, and the fact that I was fully dressed. This shouldn’t be so difficult for me; it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen what my body looked like, with its robotic limbs and scars left behind with all the maintenance required to keep myself in good condition.

“You know we don’t have to do anything, if you’re not feeling up to it tonight. I know you have trouble with this still; I don’t mind if we just cuddle in bed; you’re really warm and nice to hold on to while falling asleep.”

I heard your approach, and your arms looping around my waist to reach up in order to make me stop clenching my hands so tightly over my chest. I slowly unlocked my fingers, and allowed myself to trace your hands lightly as I think over your words. Then, I take a breath, and let it out slowly.

“I’m not conventionally attractive, my dear.” I hesitated, fidgeting with one of your hands. “I know you’re…comfortable, around me, seeing what I’ve done to my body…” I trailed off, gently shooed your hands away and then turned around to hold you to me, gently roaming my fingers over you as I sighed. “But it’s a process, as you’ve said before. Little steps, to not be as…repulsed, by what I’ve done to myself, when you’ve show you quite like me.” I dropped my voice low. “So let me show how much I appreciate you as you’ve shown your appreciation.” I did so love the way you reacted to my voice, but more so to my touch, when given the chance.

Bedroom, after:

I slowly traced skin, a blanket hiding the both of us away from the outside world.

This silence.

It was wonderfully peaceful.

I nuzzled my metal face into yours, peppering your sleepy self with my own version of kisses, the static spark more than likely tickling.

This quiet time was nice and lazy; I got to keep you all to myself, and got to hold you. To feel you breathe calmly in your sleep, for the entire night, once you finally dozed off.

I loved that you stayed with me, and let me have this quiet time, content with petting along your back and shoulders, and planting lazy kisses along any part of you I could get to.

It was addictive; it was distracting.

I didn’t mind.

I enjoyed the attention, and I loved the way I could return the attention in my own way, even if my robotic metal hands, whether they were covered up or not, couldn’t feel the same as my human ones once hand. But it didn’t stop me from enjoying contact with another human, and the affectionate nature that grew each time.

Next morning:

You were asleep.

The sun had since risen, but I didn’t dare disturb your peaceful slumber. Besides, it gave me more time to admire you, now that there was natural lighting beginning to creep across the room.

I couldn’t help but sigh longingly over the way the light crossed your hair, and then, your face.

The introduction to the sunlight crossed you face made you scrunch it up reflectively, a soft groan releasing before you sighed and sleepily turned over to snuggle in closer to me, back to the window as you bury your face into my chest.

I released a dreamy sigh this time, before removing my head and placing it between two pillows so that I could watch myself hold you, and pet your arms lightly before tugging the blanket back up over your shoulders. I brought you closer to me, my heart hammering in self-consciousness as you turned your head to press your cheek into the skin that was cross-crossed with scars. Twitching, I loosened my arms from around you to turn over onto my back, in an attempt to try to encourage you to lie alongside me instead.

Your mostly asleep self (stubbornly) wiggled right back to where you were before, if not more on top of me than before.

I held perfectly still as your right arm draped my waist as you half-pushed, half crawled onto my chest and side before you’re head resumed its place on my scarred chest. My screen was surely showing off a flushed face, eyes fixed on you cuddled up half ontop of me; I graciously tugged the blanket back into place, then laid my hands down. One on your blanketed shoulders, and one of the back on your neck, both hands idly tracing along, delighting in the slight difference in material of the blanket retaining your heat, and your neck warming my hand somewhat as I trailed my fingers through hair. I wondered just how much of a flushed expression I had, even if I knew that it was likely an adoring look beneath that was fixed upon you.

When you woke up, the first thing you did was lightly move your right hand to try to grasp my hand behind your neck.

“Good morning.” I moved my hand and indulgently held yours; it was ever so endearing to see your expression as you slowly went from mostly asleep to somewhat awake as you realized somewhere inbetween that my metal head was missing. When you turned to find it, I flashed a warm technicolor smile. “Did you sleep well, my dear?”

“Mmhm.” Was your answer even though you wiggled up along my body, which was…an interesting sensation without clothing in the way. You didn’t seem to mind the scars as you leaned over to pat the side of my head, which made me chuckle when you missed the first few times.

“Do I get my good morning kiss?” I teased, while watching in real time as you woke up. I felt I may be in for a surprise when you offer me a hint of a smile, but not one of teasing; it was one of fondness. I tugged the blanket up again to keep you warm, even went so far as to help you balance as you lean over my neck. “My face is over here, you know.” I reminded, when you began to gently move the fabric covering up the wires wrapped about my cervical spine. What exactly were you-

A jolt of surprise shot through me when I felt you kiss my wires next to what was left of my original neck. I near groaned in pleasant surprise when you actually kissed the nearest bone peeking through the wire, and I practically had to force myself to remain supine. I hadn’t expected…I hadn’t expected there to be any feeling whatsoever compared to the wires I had to weave through the inside of my body to support my skeletal structure that remained in my chest, torso and waist. I must have made some sort of positive response, because you turned your attention on my poor exposed spine like it was your life’s mission to wrench gasps, moans, and pleading from me once you realized my spine was the most sensitive part of my body.

It seemed that the tables had turned on me today, as my face went to a test card, which I can honestly say has not happened to me before, then to a ‘please stand by’ with my logo on it as I convulsed on the bed with the shocking pleasure of having all of those unexpected soft kisses peppered all over my exposed neck.

All in all, I would say that the date last night had been a success, and today was turning out to be quite interesting with your discovery (and my own) of my neck being more sensitive than I ever anticipated it to be.

[mxtxfanatic]

3rd POV: A Tale of Two Novels

Sometimes I think about how expansive writing is even when using the same technique. Take for example the usage of 3rd POV in mdzs vs. 2ha.

In mdzs, 3rd POV is used to show readers what general society thinks about characters—who are the heroes, who are the villains, what gossip do we know, what are the tales people tell their children at night, etc.—as well as get into the heads of the actual characters to show us what they think of each other and themselves—the tales of Jiang Cheng's heroics vs. Jiang Cheng fantasizing about kidnapping people to torture; the tales of Wei Wuxian's "demonic nature" vs. his constant care for and willingness to teach those around him. In this way, even though we are usually sticking closely to Wei Wuxian and his story, we as readers are given the opportunity to piece together the truth behind these intertwining tales connected through gossip and myth-making for ourselves in the moments where the narration either zooms out slightly to expose a large picture or even completely falls into another character's orbit to reveal a glimpse of their true self to us. Therefore, by the time we get to the final arcs of the story, readers should be able to listen to a lay-person discuss a major character or event and accurately understand what of the things being said is true, what is unsubstantiated speculation, and what is maliciously-spread rumor.

2ha uses 3rd POV completely differently. On the surface, the 3rd-person narration serves to show us exactly how, though the beginning of Mo Ran's life was rough, he and those around him are actually well-meaning enough to change for the better and form healthy, loving bonds with each other. Similar to its usage on mdzs, the narration zooms out to show us that hey, maybe this event didn't go the way a character perceived it or hey, maybe Character A thinks this way because they misunderstood what Character B meant, and we know what Character B meant because we got to see inside their head briefly, as if it is softening up some of the characters in order to make way for redemption/repairing of relationships. Because of how the narration zooms in and out and flits back and forth between characters as we would expect with a 3rd POV, this completely blindsides us to how much Mo Ran being cursed with the Flower of Everlasting Hatred has actually completely tainted the whole of the narrative.

For any Adventure Time fan who's watched the Season 6 finale, that is what the curse is doing to the narration. For anyone who hasn't watched it, let me explain: in the paired episodes Hot Diggity Doom and The Comet, a comet is flying towards Earth, and slowly but surely, the color scheme is being saturated by purple. However, the transition is soooooooo sloooooooow that you don't realize that "wow, everything is purple now???" until suddenly the characters find themselves indoors and the color scheme snaps back to normal. The 3rd POV narration, in 2ha's case, is the color scheme. The curse is the comet washing everything purple. The difference with 2ha, though, is that it's actually in reverse: instead of things getting gradually more and more purple/corrupted, the narration begins to slowly but surely reveal the truth of everyone's characters and motivations until the purple completely melts away with the destruction of the last of the curse's effects, giving way for Mo Ran 2.0. However, the most diabolical part of this whole process is that without knowledge of the existence of the curse, we as readers wouldn't even have known that we had been seeing in purple the entire time! And this is where the 3rd POV truly shines in 2ha: because the story relies so much on the revisiting of flashbacks from different perspectives and reflections in an almost cyclical pattern, when we revisit certain "known truths" about the characters in the Mo Ran 2.0 section, we suddenly find ourselves going from normal view to looking at a mess of purple and going "wait, was this purple the whole time???" thus forcing us to re-evaluate everything that we were ever told about the story all the way back to the very beginning of it. 2ha uses the 3rd POV to trick readers into accepting a heavily skewed narrative as "objective truth." Because why wouldn't we see the 3rd POV as objective? That's what it's for! (Isn't it?)

In conclusion, both Meatbun and MXTX utilize 3rd POV as a reflection of what their novels are doing and how they want readers to approach these stories. Mdzs is a story about investigating the truth for yourself rather than relying on the word of others and reputation. Thus, the 3rd POV narration hands you multiple different tales and tells you to investigate to arrive at the truth behind the misdirections. 2ha, however, is about the inability to solve a problem or save yourself if you don't even know something is wrong to begin with. Taxian-jun takes his "defectiveness" as objective fact, as does the narration taking his cue, and thus do we. Mo Ran 0.5 takes his second chance to change things, and through his transition into Mo Ran 2.0, slowly redeems himself... until all of his past crimes come back to haunt him, anyways. It is only upon the discovery of the existence of the flower, the understanding that Mo Ran was cursed with it, and the realization that our 3rd POV narrative was only telling us what Mo Ran believed and remembered through the effects of the curse, that readers are finally given a glimpse of the truth of the story, and the characters—coming to the same conclusions—are finally able to save themselves.

[twistiraki]

Finding love in her shoes

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Pairing Sebek x F!Reader

Warnings Genderbending

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Y/n was excited to take Professor Crewel's Portionology class. She couldn't wait to learn about the intricacies of potion-making. As the students filed into the classroom, Professor Crewel began assigning partners for the day's potion-making experiment. Y/n held her breath as she waited for her partner to be called.

"Y/n, you will be working with Sebek," Professor Crewel announced. Sebek's face twisted in displeasure.

"I HAVE TO WORK WITH A HUMAN?!" Sebek said, his voice shouting and dripping with disdain.

Y/n tried to hide her disappointment as she made her way over to Sebek's desk. "Um, hi Sebek," she said nervously.

"Don't waste my time," Sebek said, waving his hand dismissively. "Just do what I say and stay out of my way."

Y/n felt a pang of hurt, but she tried to focus on the task at hand. They were supposed to make a potion to increase strength. Sebek began barking orders at her, and Y/n did her best to follow his instructions. But Sebek seemed more interested in telling her why Fae are so important  than working together.

Suddenly, the potion went wrong. Smoke billowed out of the cauldron and right into Sebek's face. He stumbled back, coughing and sputtering.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked, concerned.

Sebek tried to brush her off, insisting he was fine. Crewel came over to check on him, but he didn't find anything out of the ordinary. The lesson continued, and they moved on to other classes. But as the day wore on, Sebek began to feel strange. He was sweaty and light-headed. He could feel his body changing.

Panicked, he ran to his room, hoping to sleep it off. But when he woke up, he realized that his body had transformed into that of a woman.

"What is happening to me?" he muttered to himself.

Desperate for help, he remembered Y/n. She was the only other woman in Night Raven College. He made his way to her room, hoping she could offer some advice.

"Y/n, it's Sebek," he said, his voice now high-pitched and feminine.

Y/n gasped in surprise. "What happened to you?" she asked.

"I don't know, but I need your help," Sebek said, his voice cracking.

Y/n tried to keep a straight face, but she couldn't help but find the situation a little amusing. "Okay, let me see what I can do," she said, ushering Sebek into her room.

After examining Sebek, Y/n realized that there was nothing she could do to reverse the transformation.

Y/n quickly offers to lend Sebek some of her clothes and helps him change. As they head to Professor Crewel's office, Sebek's panic is palpable.

"What am I supposed to do now? A woman can't be a knight for Malleus! I can't go out like this!" Sebek exclaimed, his voice cracking with anxiety.

Y/n scolded Sebek, "What do you mean a woman can't be a knight? That's ridiculous! Gender shouldn't matter in pursuing your dreams."

Sebek looked at Y/n, surprised by her sudden outburst. "But, how can I possibly become a knight in this form? I don't know how to fight like a woman and worse, a Human!."

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Firstly, not all women fight the same way. Secondly, you can learn. And thirdly, it's not about the physical form, it's about the spirit and the heart that makes a true knight."

Sebek looked down, feeling ashamed of his previous thoughts. "I'm sorry, Y/n. You're right. I shouldn't have been so closed-minded."

Y/n smiled, "It's okay, Sebek. I understand that it's difficult for you to adapt to this new body, but we'll figure it out together.

They finally reach Professor Crewel's office, where the professor greets them with a frown. "I'm sorry, but there is no known cure for this type of potion. It will simply have to wear off on its own. It could take up to a week."

Sebek's face falls, and he slumps down into a nearby chair. "A week? I can't wait a whole week like this!"

Y/n thinks for a moment before speaking up. "Maybe there's a way to disguise yourself until the potion wears off. Like a spell or a charm."

Professor Crewel shakes his head. "I'm afraid not. The potion has already affected your physical body. Any disguises or charms would be temporary at best and could have negative side effects."

Sebek looks up at y/n, desperation etched on his face. "What am I going to do? I can't let Malleus see me like this."

Y/n puts a comforting hand on his arm. "We'll figure something out, Sebek. We'll think of a solution." And in the meantime, you can sleep in the spare room in my dorm so that Malleus and Lilia don't find out."

Sebek was hesitant at first but eventually accepted Y/n's offer. The first few nights were rough for Sebek, as he struggled to adjust to his new body. Y/n helped him pick out clothes that fit, and she even showed him how to tie his hair up into a ponytail.

Sebek stared at his reflection in the mirror, frustration etched on his face. He tried flexing his muscles, but they weren't responding properly. His hair was a mess, his chest felt heavy, and he couldn't get a grip on his balance. He had been trying to help Y/N with the dorm repairs, but he kept fumbling and knocking things over. It was so unlike him, and it only added to his annoyance.

Y/N noticed Sebek's struggle and walked over to him. "Hey, are you okay? You seem really frustrated."

Sebek let out a sigh. "I JUST HATE THIS!. Everything feels off, and I keep messing things up!."

Y/N placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Sebek. Your body has been through a lot of changes. It'll take some time to adjust."

Sebek shook his head, feeling defeated. "But I can't even help you properly. I feel useless. How can I protect Lord Malleus like this??"

Y/N gave him a reassuring smile. "You're not useless, Sebek. You've been helping me a lot these past few days. And besides, you don't have to do everything by yourself. We're a team."

Sebek nodded, feeling a little better. He watched as Y/N went back to work, determined to finish everything before the day was over. He decided to try and help her again, this time focusing on keeping his balance and controlling his movements. It was difficult, but he was slowly getting the hang of it.

As the week went by, Sebek continued to help Y/N with the repairs and chores around the dorm. He noticed how hard she was working to keep everything together, even without magic. He couldn't help but feel a newfound respect and admiration for her.

One day, Sebek woke up feeling different. He opened his eyes and felt his body shift back to its original form. He let out a yell of relief and smiled, happy to finally be back to normal.

But as he looked around his room, he couldn't shake the feeling of frustration and embarrassment that had been haunting him for the past week. He had been unable to do anything without struggling or feeling awkward in his transformed body. Meanwhile, Y/n had been working hard and taking care of everyone without a single complaint.

He got dressed and went to find Y/N, eager to thank her for all her hard work. He found her in the common room, poring over a pile of books and notes.

"Y/N, I'm back!" Sebek exclaimed, feeling grateful and excited to see her.

Y/N looked up, surprised to see Sebek standing there. She jumped up from her seat, a smile spreading across her face. "Sebek! You're back!"

Sebek nodded, feeling a little emotional. "Thanks to you. I couldn't have made it through this without your help."

Y/N waved it off, blushing. "It was nothing. I just did what anyone would do."

"By the thorns of Briar Valley, That's why I find myself inexplicably drawn to you, Y/n!" Sebek blurted out, his voice echoing through the room.

Sebek's heart pounded in his chest as he looked at Y/n, his eyes wide with surprise. It wasn't intentional, it just slipped out without warning.

Y/n's eyes widened in astonishment, caught off guard by Sebek's sudden confession.Time seemed to stand still as the weight of Sebek's confession hung in the air. The room felt charged with tension and anticipation.

Sebek's mind raced, regret coursing through his veins. He didn't mean to put Y/n on the spot like this. He was supposed to keep his feelings hidden, buried deep within himself. But now they were out in the open, vulnerable and raw.

Before Y/n could gather her thoughts and respond, Sebek's face flushed with embarrassment, and he turned abruptly, rushing out of the room and back to his own dorm.

Confusion and shock swirled in Y/n's mind as she watched Sebek disappear, leaving her speechless. She hadn't expected such an unexpected declaration from him, especially considering his blunt and often rude manner of expression.

Sebek ran away from y/n's dorm in a panic, still reeling from his accidental confession of his feelings towards her. He ran back to his own dorm, feeling embarrassed and confused. When he arrived, he found Lilia sitting in the common room, looking amused, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Sebek, my dear boy, I heard you had quite the adventure this past week," Lilia said, a sly grin on his face.

Sebek felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment once again. "Yes, Master Lilia. I...I was turned into a woman and had to stay in Y/n's dorm."

Lilia chuckled. "Oh, I knew all about that, Sebek. "I had no idea you were such a pretty lady," Lilia teased, "Maybe you should consider switching sides and becoming a Knight for the ladies."

Sebek groaned, "Please, don't make this any worse."

Lilia chuckled, "Alright, alright. But it seems like you've learned a valuable lesson about empathy and the struggles that others face."

Sebek hung his head in shame. "Yes, Master Lilia. I...I never realized how hard Y/n was working until I was in her shoes. I feel so embarrassed that I couldn't even function properly in my own body."

Lilia placed a comforting hand on Sebek's shoulder. "Don't be too hard on yourself, Sebek. You've learned an important lesson, and now it's up to you to put it into practice.

Sebek hangs his head, feeling humiliated. "And I messed up, Master Lilia," he says. "I said something I shouldn't have to Y/n."

Lilia raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? And what was that?"

Sebek hesitates, not wanting to reveal too much. But Lilia sees the worry on his face and pats the seat next to him, motioning for him to sit down.

"Come now, Sebek. You can tell me. I won't judge you."

With a heavy sigh, Sebek tells Lilia everything that happened - how he accidentally confessed his feelings to Y/n and then ran away in a panic.

Lilia listens patiently, his mischievous grin never leaving his face. When Sebek is finished, Lilia puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, it seems to me that you have two choices, my dear Sebek," Lilia says. "You can either run away from your feelings forever, or you can face them head-on."

Sebek looks up at Lilia, confused. "What do you mean?"

Lilia leans in closer, his tone serious. "I mean that you should tell Y/n how you feel. You obviously care for her deeply, so why not be honest with her?"

Sebek looks down at his hands, unsure of what to do. But Lilia's words ring true in his ears, and he knows deep down that he can't keep running away from his feelings forever.

The next day, Sebek and y/n found themselves in another potionology class with Crewel. Crewel stood before the class and announced that they would be partnering up again for the day's lesson. Sebek and y/n were paired up once more. Y/n is nervous, still reeling from when Sebek suddenly runs away.

But when Sebek sees her, he can't help but feel a rush of affection. He walks over to her, determination in his eyes.

"Y/n, I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday," he says, his voice gentle. "I know I scared you, but I promise I won't run away again.

Y/n smiled at Sebek and placed a hand on his arm. "It's okay, Sebek. I understand that it was a lot to process. 

Sebek looked up at y/n and saw the kindness and understanding in her eyes. He felt a rush of affection for her and blurted out, "I want to be your knight, whether I'm a man or a woman."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, but then she leaned in and gave Sebek a small peck on his cheek. "You already are," she said softly.

[mindmeltonabunaosblog]

Alchemy of Souls Part 2: Theories and Analysis (Eps 21-22)

Hello Fellow Readers.

I will start this post again with the friendly reminder to not share any my theories/ideas anywhere online. Do not share the password to the blog with anyone.

Anyways, this week's episodes were just okay! They were not as exciting as I hoped for them to be. Some of my pre-premiere theories ended up being wrong which was expected given I did not have much to work with. However, my main theories from Part 1 have yet to be proven wrong (i.e Naksu's soul=Jin Bu Yeon's soul). These eps just confirmed to me that it is Jin Bu Yeon's soul that is in the "GYJ body" or more like in the JSM body with the GYJ face (I will talk more about this later). I do not expect this post to be very long which may be a relief for some of you. As always, I suggest that you all review some of my other posts because there are some concepts in them which are still present in Part 2!

Now thinking caps on! Time to analyze and theorize!

Disclaimer: There are probably many grammatical mistakes in this post! Please do not hesitate to comment below or use the ask anything button if you have any questions or need further elaboration on something I had discussed in this post.

Reverse, Reverse

From personalities to faces to importance of soul over body...everything in is reverse. Why did the Hong Sisters choose to do this? Because they are freaking sadists!!!! Part 1 was riddled with mind games and Part 2 is no different. If anything, it is even more disorienting than before. I just want to vomit 99.9% of the time. I understand why many feel lost and confused....it is because the Hong Sisters keep laying on more mysteries and upping their illusion game!!! To navigate through this show, you need to have an open mind, reevaluate what you think you know, ask yourself what is the big picture, and never take anything at face value!!! Furthermore, always question the who, what, when, and how. In doing so, you might not feel as nauseated and be able to make significant connections.

Wraiths

Wraiths first appeared in Scottish folklore and are believed to be ghosts who are associated with black magic and sorcery during its lifetime. Often, Wraiths are a result of a witch or wizard who tried unsuccessfully to extend the years of their lifespan or tried to manipulate time in some other form. 

So why do these Wraiths surround Jang Uk? It is because he has not properly dealt with his grief. He drinks strong alcohol to numb the pain he feels instead of dealing of with it. The more he tries to not deal with his grief, the more prevalent and stronger these spirits become. By having Jin Bu Yeon around, she may be able to lighten his spirit. In turn, this would repel the Wraiths and other dark creatures. Jang Uk just needs to sing Let It Gooooooooooooooo!

Echos of the Past: Jinyowon Priestess, King Star, Drought, and Rain Ritual

While many viewers have become enamored by the beauty of Naksu/GYJ face and the loveline, they seem to have lost sight of the real ongoing problem in AOS right now which is the drought. In case you all have forgotten....there is a drought going on!! Wake Up! Beauty is not going to save Daeho...Jin Bu Yeon the Jinyowon priestess is. The people of Daeho are beginning to see the effects of the drought. For example, the alcohol makers did not have the water needed to make quality liquor for Jinyowon ancestral rites. They said the drought began three years ago ......what a coincidence!

Given that we know the drought began three years ago, what does this tell you? It tells you that the Ice Stone being inside of Jang Uk and his resurrection through it along with Naksu/Jin Bu Yeon dying/being brought back to life without her memories are all connected to the drought.

In some ways, the events now are reminiscent of what happened 200 years ago with some significant differences. Recall the order of events 200 years ago...

Drought -> Jin Seol Ran performed the rain rites -> Creation of rain and Ice Stones -> War to obtain the Ice Stones-> King Star is brought about to end the chaos by destroying all the Ice Stones -> King Star decided to save the last Ice Stone instead of destroying it to save his dying lover, the Jinyowon Priestess, Jin Seol Ran

The only difference between now and 200 years ago is that the Ice Stone is within the King Star and the Jinyowon priestess, Jin Bu Yeon has lost her memories. What I want to point out is we do not know the circumstances of what led to Jin Seol Ran's injuries and subsequent death. Could it be that in order to make it rain, Jin Seol Ran had to pour her energy into the ritual? In the end, Seo Gyeong betrayed her by saving the last Ice Stone instead of destroying it.

For all we know, Seo Gyeong was not the hero we all thought him to be. Maybe what really happened 200 years ago is that Master Choi had tried to destroy the last Ice Stone, but Seo Gyeong fought him for it in order to harness its power and become immortal. Maybe at some point, Seo Gyeong realized the error of his ways and gave the Ice Stone to Jin Seol Ran to save herself, but she was like nah bitch.

Jin Seol Ran probably realized that it was better to conceal the Ice Stone than use it for herself. She did what she had to do to save humanity as a whole. Some might ask why she did not destroy it herself since it was already in her possession? Well, maybe it was because she no longer had the energy to do since she already had used up all of her energy to perform the rain ritual. And with Seo Gyeong, he probably ran away like the coward he was instead of coming back to Jinyowon to help her destroy it.

Seo Gyeong probably returned at some point after Jin Seol Ran had passed away and created more relics such as the "Mirror Of Longing". Maybe he created such a thing because he longed to see his deceased lover, Jin Seol Ran, again.

Other things worth noting is that rain rituals are usually performed by shamans so I am thinking that Jin Seol Ran was probably both a priestess and shaman which is what made her "divine".

Flash forward to the present, maybe what is going to happen is Jin Bu Yeon will take out the Ice Stone and use it to power the rain ritual. Therefore, the King Star will die while the Jinyowon priestess will survive this time around.

Lizard Man...Imoogi?

Anyone having flashbacks of the Imoogi in TOTNT? For those who have not watched TOTNT, there is this snake like creature call an Imoogi who can possess people. Long story short, the Imoogi in TOTNT was after the fox bead/Yeouiju which is like the equivalent to the Ice Stone. In legends, Imoogis are serpents that reside in bodies of water like lakes or oceans and they aspire to ascend to the skies to become full fledged dragons. Imoogis can become dragons in a variety of ways such as obtaining a Yeouiju, marrying a sacrificial virgin bridge, etc. They are usually auspicious creatures, but they can sometimes be harbingers of typhoons, famine, destruction, etc. They are born in places where the living and the dead interact. Anyways, you can refer to my old TOTNT posts for more information about them!

In TOTNT, the Imoogi possessed the ML's lover in order to use her to obtain the fox bead. In a twist of events, the ML's lover makes the ML kill her to prevent the Imoogi from getting the fox bead. So maybe a similar thing will occur in AOS! Meaning, the lizard man could go and possess Jin Bu Yeon so that Jang Uk would give up the Ice Stone.

Something I forgot to mention is that in shaman rain rituals, lizards can sometimes be tortured to make it rain. It is believed that if you torture a lizard long enough under the hot sun, it would convince the heavenly dragons to release water from the skies. So maybe this lizard man will be used in the rain ritual!

Soul Transforms The Body

Before we get started with this section, I want to just review some things I had previously mentioned in other posts. First, soul/energy gives life to a body. Without a soul/energy, the body is lifeless as in stone cold dead (pun intended). Blood is the intermediate between soul/energy and the body. It is like this: soul/energy -> blood-> body. For example, you need energy for your heart to pump and circulate blood throughout your body.

Additionally, I said before the soul can physically transform the body. For example, when Naksu (Jin Bu Yeon)’s soul went back into her OG body, it transformed her body so she could physically see. Remember, change occurs from inside (soul) -> outside (body) NOT outside (body) -> inside (soul). Also, recall that memories are a feature of the soul and not body.

Overall, I believe the reason Jin Bu Yeon's soul was able to heal her eyes is because it was trying to prevent a clash from occurring. For so long, Jin Bu Yeon's soul was in a body that could physically see Therefore, when her returned to its OG body, it had to adapt and create a suitable environment thus changing her body (i.e healing her eyes). I want to be clear that this is done subconsciously. It is kinda like when you have a fight or flight response. I would say Jin Bu Yeon's soul is like a virus...it is able to mutate/evolve into a different form in response to its surroundings.

It is imperative that you remember all of this for later! 

Dissection of Master Lee's Dialogue

A word of caution, Master Lee never tells the truth outright! He often speaks in a cryptic manner as to hide his true intentions and/or the truth. Although for many viewers and some characters, they tend to take what his says as literal and therefore do not get what he is really saying. For example, when Master Lee told Jang Uk to protect the sword and to not let anyone use it otherwise he would die, Jang Uk made the mistake of taking what he said as literal instead of figuratively. Jang Uk did not protect the sword (Naksu) and he let Jin Mu use the sword (Naksu) so he ended up dying. Master Lee also likes to change names to suit whoever he is speaking to as to not reveal that he knows the truth about whatever. For example, in Ep 13 during the conversation between him and Jang Uk, Master Lee did not straight up tell Jang Uk he knew that “Mu Deok” was really Naksu. Instead, he referred to Naksu as “Mu Deok” in order to not reveal to Jang Uk that he knew.

Collectively, Master Lee speaks in a deceptive manner to prevent viewers or characters from uncovering the truth until the right time. Something else I want you all to notice is how Master Lee never once mentions "Mu Deok" nor "Cho Yeong". Why? Because that girl is dead and gone! If anything Cho Yeong/Mu Deok is the plot device, not Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu. Cho Yeong's alternative name is "Mu Deok" which is something Mama Jin does not know. In her mind, she still thinks like many viewers do that Naksu=Cho Yeong and Mu Deok=Jin Bu Yeon and so Master Lee plays on this ignorance. Master Lee only mentions one real name (Jin Bu Yeon) and one alternative name (Naksu) to hint to viewers that they are one and the same.

In the scene above, he says the soul inside this body belongs to Naksu. Mama Jin interjects and says this body is Jin Bu Yeon's. What Master Lee was really saying is that Naksu's soul is Jin Bu Yeon's soul, but Mama Jin did not quite catch that because she still thinks the body's identity is what determines a person's true identity and not the soul.

Continuing on, she thinks blood is a result of the body and not as an intermediate between the soul and body. Then here comes Master Lee calling out for how shallow she is. Something suspicious is what he asks Mama Jin, "Get rid of it once again?". Keyword..."again". What he is really saying is does Mama Jin plan to get rid of her daughter once again despite her being in this "new body". Mama Jin had already gotten rid of the her daughter when Jin Bu Yeon's soul was in her own body (JSM face) and now that Jin Bu Yeon's soul is in a "new body", she is planning to get rid of it again. Now, you cannot really blame Mama Jin for this because she is still not aware that Naksu is Jin Bu Yeon. The lesson Master Lee is trying to teach Mama Jin is that her daughter had been standing in front of her this entire time soul and body, but she was too blind to see it.

So what exactly did Mama Jin promise Master Lee? Maybe she promised Master Lee she would try her best to love and treat the soul inside as if it were her precious daughter. What would be the point to this promise? To help Mama Jin accept the truth that Jin Bu Yeon is no longer the child she remembered. Jin Bu Yeon grew up and experienced some serious shit such as becoming "Naksu" the assassin.

It is a tough spill to swallow for any parent to know their child had to experienced many hardships before being able to come home. Mama Jin would gladly accept child Jin Bu Yeon, but would she ever accept adult Jin Bu Yeon? I would like to think so, but I think it will take Mama Jin some time. She must be willing to accept both sides of her daughter...the light (child Jin Bu Yeon) and the dark (adult Jin Bu Yeon who became "Naksu").

Here comes Master Lee again pretending that he does not know Naksu is Jin Bu Yeon. He puts on this act because he wants to trick Mama Jin into thinking that her daughter and Naksu are not the same soul.

I know many of you at this point will say this is clear and definitive proof that Jin Bu Yeon and Naksu are separate entities and that Jin Bu Yeon was the one who pulled Naksu's soul into her body. However, if your soul returned to your OG body, would you say that you took over your own body? Probably not. So then what did Master Lee mean when he said, "her soul was actually locked up inside this body"? I thought this meant that one portion of her soul had locked itself up in her mind as a way to prevent itself from experiencing pain which stemmed from a traumatizing event (i.e boat incident). Think about this way, you have returned to your own body after being away from it for so long, but you do not realize this is your own body. You start to remember things you used to like, but all the sudden you are flooded with your old memories all at once...what would happen? You would freaking run wild. So in order to prevent this from happening, your soul/mind instinctively locks out the more painful memories.

What Master Lee is really asking is does Mama Jin you want to keep child Jin Bu Yeon soul or adult Jin Bu Yeon soul. Master Lee frames things to make it seem like it is a hard decision, but it is really not because it is the very same soul. Imagine you had to wipe your laptop and you are allowed to reset it from just ONE backup. Do you choose the older backup (i.e child Jin Bu Yeon) or the most recent backup (i.e adult Jin Bu Yeon)....you would probably choose the most recent backup because it contains both the older files and more recent files. Anyways, Master Lee wants Mama Jin to choose the adult Jin Bu Yeon so he uses reverse psychology on her.

So why did Jin Bu Yeon's soul transform her body/face into the "Naksu" face? Because this was the last adult face her soul "saw" and identified as being hers. Again, her soul is highly adaptive in response to its surroundings and therefore regenerates her body to reflect the last face she saw was hers (Naksu/GYJ face). In doing so, her soul is able to prevent her from running wild again. Remember Jin Bu Yeon was a blind soul before she entered the Cho Yeong body. Therefore, the first time she saw herself, she thought the Naksu/GYJ face was hers.

Where is the "Mirror of Longing" when you need it? Oh right...conveniently destroyed. I guarantee you if it hadn't been destroyed and you placed Jin Bu Yeon with the Naksu/GYJ face in front of it, it would show the JSM face reflecting back.

Also, I want you all to realize that shamans are not the only people who can change and erase memories….powerful mages like Master Lee can also erase memories. I would not leave out the possibility that it was Master Lee who changed Jin Bu Yeon’s memories to be that of Cho Yeong’s memories. He may have done this to prevent Jin Mu from being suspicious! Meaning he wanted to keep Jin Bu Yeon’s soul in the Cho Yeong body a secret. Additionally, both girls probably did not run wild after the swap because Master Lee had erased their memories.

Where do powers come from? The soul. Where do memories come from ? The soul. Everything comes from the soul, not body. A divine soul/energy is what makes the body divine, not the other way around. Master Lee is just deceiving Mama Jin for the time being.

Oh Master Lee...what he is really asking is if Mama Jin can bear the truth which is that her daughter used to be the assassin, "Naksu".

More reverse psychology on Mama Jin. Master Lee wants Jang Uk to stay away from Jin Bu Yeon because he has already seen what happens when they fall in love....they give up on their responsibilities, destinies, and ended up dying. So this is why he said what he said above. People tend to do stuff when they think they came to it on their own accord. Just remember Master Lee is super manipulative, he knows how to play people!!!

Does anyone notice anything interesting when you compare Master Lee's dialogue with Mama Jin and what he told Jin Bu Yeon? It is in a different order! By changing the order, Master Lee leads Mama Jin into believing that divine powers and memories are features of the body and not the soul. Why did Master Lee do this? It is because he does not want Mama Jin to figure it out just yet that Naksu's soul is Jin Bu Yeon's soul. If he had told Mama Jin outright that Naksu is Jin Bu Yeon, she would have tried to forced Jin Bu Yeon to remember stuff. In turn, this would lead Jin Bu Yeon to feel pressured and stressed which would have caused her to run wild again.

It is important that Jin Bu Yeon gradually integrates both sets of her memories (Jin Bu Yeon childhood memories (divine powers) + Jin Bu Yeon adulthood (Naksu skilled fighter) memories) otherwise her mind would overload. Memories have to come naturally instead of being forced. And this is also why Master Lee has not told Jang Uk that the soul he loved is in the body with the Naksu face. If Jang Uk had knew, he may have also been like Mama Jin and try to force Jin Bu Yeon to remember stuff before she is mentally ready which again could cause her to run wild. Jin Bu Yeon might seriously have a meltdown if she remembers the boat incident, killing her supposed father, killing her lover, etc all at once. Now, the only person Master Lee actually told the truth to is Jin Bu Yeon because she is the only one that matters.

If it does indeed turn out that Master Lee is the one who swapped Jin Bu Yeon and Cho Yeong as children then his motivation could have been that he wanted Jin Bu Yeon to not only be a divine priestess, but also a 'highly skilled fighter. Additionally, he may have wanted to plant Jin Bu Yeon in the Cho Yeong's body so she could be a witness to all of Jin Mu's crimes. In doing so, Master Lee could use her to testify against Jin Mu. Recall, Daddy Jin was suppose to testify against Jin Mu, but he sadly got eliminated and this allowed Jin Mu to escape punishment once again.

Jin Bu Yeon is now the only person left that can testify against Jin Mu. As a child, Jin Bu Yeon was used by Jin Mu to get the Ice Stone. Then as an adult, Jin Mu used her to get cover his soul shifting schemes by having her kill innocent mages. Finally, Jin Bu Yeon was also a witness to how Jin Mu/Shaman Choi used the shaman bells to cause innocent people to run wild and kill others (i.e Cho Chung and herself). Once Jin Bu Yeon gives her testimony, it would finally absolve the names and faces of the parties involved from any crimes while putting Jin Mu away once and for all.

On the positive side, at least Master Lee has finally returned Jin Bu Yeon to her rightful place, face, and name....HAHAHA. MAN IS SERIOUSLY SO EXTREME!!

Traumatizing Events In Danhyanggot

After watching the latest two episodes, it caused me to rethink some things such as what really happened to Seo Yul and Naksu when they were teenagers. Back in Ep 6, Naksu pointed her sword at Seo Yul and you could see there was some blood on the tip of her sword. We never knew where the blood came from nor did we ever find out how exactly Naksu discovered that the boy she was in love with was Seo Yul from the Seo family.

Keeping in mind what we had previously discussed in the section before (changes to the soul can physically transform the body), I want to propose the theory that the teenage girl we saw in earlier episodes was actually Jin Bu Yeon's teenage face and not Cho Yeong's teenage face.

So this what I think happened back in the day... Jin Bu Yeon's soul in Cho Yeong's body initially projected the Jin Bu Yeon teenage face after the switch (probably done by Master Lee). It was only after she completed her first assassination assignment did her face transform into the Cho Yeong teenage face. Her first kill is what triggered this change starting first with her soul and then her face. This physical transformation represented the loss of childhood innocence and initiation into adulthood. Notice too that we never saw what teenage Jin Bu Yeon looked like. We assumed that the teenage girl in Danhyanggot was the face of teenage Cho Yeong, but as it turned out that face is actually the face of teenage Jin Bu Yeon.

For all we know, Seo Yul went after her and saw something he should not have....the gruesome transformation of Jin Bu Yeon's face into the teenage Cho Yeong face. Such a scene could have been so traumatic to Seo Yul that he chose to completely block it out from his memories until now. So why are these memories suddenly resurfacing? Maybe it is because of the Jin bloodworm in his heart! Hurry up Jin Bu Yeon....you need to remember everything so you can take out that Jin bloodworm before Seo Yul dies!!!

If you notice in the Part 2 teaser, they purposely chose to obscured the face of teen Naksu. Why would they have done so if we had already saw what teenage Naksu had looked like? It is because we are about to see a different face...the real face of teenage Cho Yeong.

Now going back to Ep 5, Seo Yul saw an hallucination of sorts. Initially, I thought this scene was suppose to represent the soul he knew as a teen was now in the JSM body as an adult. However, now I realize that it was suppose to represent the same soul and body instead of the just the same soul. I hope that makes sense haha.

Oh so where was I going with this? Right right…JSM will be returning! Once Jin Bu Yeon remembers everything (JBY childhood memories + JBY adulthood/Naksu memories), the GYJ face will transform into the JSM face. I am thinking this will either happen in this week’s upcoming episodes or the following week.

Face Amnesia

The theme in AOS should be convenience haha. Characters who are normally smart become conveniently dumb at certain points. Objects which could show a soul's true form gets conveniently destroyed. And now the latest.....characters who saw the Naksu/GYJ face conveniently developed face amnesia. For example, Master Heo Yeom, Park Dang Gu, Seo Yul, and the hundreds of people who attended the funeral in Ep 2 of Part 1. Many will say these people did not recognize the Naksu/GYJ face because she was dead. Speaking from experience, a dead person's appearance does not significantly change from when they were alive. They may look somewhat jaundice, but otherwise they pretty much look the same when preserved properly. Anyways, let's just go with it ....everyone who saw her dead face have developed facial amnesia through some unknown means haha.

It would seem that the only people who did not develop facial amnesia are the ones who saw the Naksu/GYJ face while she was alive (Jin Mu and Park Jin). It is understandable that Jin Mu would recognize the Naksu/GYJ face given he had seen it for a long time. Now with Park Jin, he is somehow conveniently out of the way. Meaning that despite him being someone who could easily recognize the Naksu/GYJ face, his character is sidelined for the sake of the plot. I guess this is why the Hong Sisters made Park Jin a complete hermit who does not travel outside to see the posters nor visit the Jang household where he could run into the Naksu/GYJ face. To me, this just makes stuff just feel so unnatural. Had Park Jin seen the posters or ran into the Naksu/GYJ face, you know perfectly well he would have said something to Jang Uk and this would ruin the whole Jin Mu is going to use the shaman bells to try to control Naksu plot. At least if Park Jin did this, the plot would be more exciting.

Since we have Jin Mu who recognizes the Naksu/GYJ face, we must also have someone who recognizes the Mu Deok/Jin Bu Yeon face aka Soi. The point to having these characters be able to recognize the GYJ and JSM face is that it sets up the real demise of Jin Mu. Currently, both the GYJ face and JSM face have been essentially burned. Both faces are associated with negative connotations (GYJ face-the killer assassin and JSM red wedding instigator) and therefore Jin Bu Yeon cannot even wear her true face. Where is this all heading? Once Jin Mu's crimes are exposed, Jin Bu Yeon will finally be able to show her true face (JSM face) without fear of being hunted down or treated like a monster.

Uncle Seo and Queen Seo

The Seo family are an interesting bunch. At first, Uncle Seo seemed like a fierce tiger, but he is actually one big scaredy cat. Then we have Queen Seo who is the most vain and self absorbed person in Daeho. Queen Seo believed she was not invited to the wedding because of the way she looked. In actuality, she was not invited because the wedding was suppose to be a secret. This further angered her and she threw a bitch fit. I guess Queen Seo will turn to Jin Mu to switch her into a different body since no one else seems to be willing to help her. Cry me a river Queen Seo!

I wonder what Jin Mu will ask for in return because y'all know Jin Mu...he does not do anything unless there is something in it for him. Maybe Queen Seo will give him Seoho Fortress in exchange for swapping her into a more beautiful body. Or it could be that Queen Seo will pull some strings so that the relics at Jinyowon will be moved to Cheonbugwan.

Jin Mu's Plan

Can we just skip to the good part where Jin Mu is exposed for all of his crimes and gets executed or something? His villain plot already hit its peak. I am tired of his character at this point. He is literally not doing anything new. I guess what will happen in the next eps is that Jin Mu will try to use the shaman bells to control Naksu once again, but it will not work this time. Why? Because Naksu's soul is transitioning to becoming her true self... Jin Bu Yeon. In Part 1, Naksu ran wild because Jin Mu pushed his evil energy into her as well as pushing memories which were not her own. This caused a conflict between her soul and body. I also want to point out that any time you have energy pushed into you which is not yours, you can run wild. For example, look what happened to Jang Gang when the energy of the AOS spell was poured into him...he ran wild!

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Noctis

No matter what, Noctis couldn’t believe it, his father, his home gone. He wanted you to come on this road trip, but you instead declined, wishing to stay home and assist his Father, as the future Princess of the Lucian people, you needed to be seen more often. Besides you stated you wanted to bond with your future father in law, and wanted Noctis to enjoy his boy’s trip and the next time that the two of you would be together would be your wedding day in Altissia.

Noctis could still feel the soft kiss against his lips, as you bid him farewell with a bright smile, wearing the beautiful dress he had picked out for you, an early wedding present. He remembered you often stating that you never knew what to wear to these kinds of things, you were just a commoner in love with a Prince.

“Are you sure?” Noctis asked once again as you followed him to the bottom of the stairs, flanked by your Lady in waiting.

You smiled softly, “Go have fun with the boys, I’ll see you soon, and when we get home, we’ll celebrate.”

Yet now the Prince had no home to return to, no family, no you. He kept ringing your phone hoping to get ahold of you, yet the first time it went to your voicemail. By the tenth time that he had listened to your voicemail message, he had realized that he was doing it simply to hear your voice one last time.

During dull moments of the travel, Noctis had repeatedly thumbed through his phone, looking to the pictures of you two together. Some of the tabloids, others selfies you had taken, and his favorite, the day that you both became promised to each other. Even his Father was there, and it was the first time, in a long time that Noctis had seen his Father smile.

His perfect world torn apart in just a short time.

“… dead are King Regis, Prince Noctis, Lady Lunafreya, and Princess to be…”

Ignis turned down the television within the Hotel, as everyone turned to Noctis, inquiring about their next choice in action. Cor had stated that Noctis would need to collect the King’s Arms at this point, and the next stop would be Larissa where he was to originally meet you and Lunafreya to be wedded as part of the peace ceremony in a few days.

“We’ll keep going.” Noctis replied, yet all he wanted to do was curl up in bed and wake up from this nightmare.

When they next ran into Cor, Noctis pulled the Marshall aside, inquiring if he had found anything when in Insomnia last or could verify if any of it was true. Cor did not answer, and that only made Noctis lose what little hope he had left.

The days blended together, as the group made their way across the ocean, just a day before it was revealed that Lady Lunafreya was found alive and within the city of Larissa. Despite how bad Noctis wished to see his old friend, he was also terrified to know the absolute truth, those around him kept trying to give him hope, yet it seemed hopeless. Yet the next day Noctis found himself within the masses standing below Lunafreya giving her speech, when her eyes locked on his own, a small smile graced the woman’s lips.

“Lady Lunafreya! How was it that you survived and all those with you had unfortunately lost their lives?” A reporter inquired.

Lunafreya with all the dignity she could muster, stood tall, her shoulders back as she smiled weakly, “Princess to be, excuse me, the Princess Y.N and her Lady in waiting, assisted me with escape.”

“And where is the Princess?”

Gentiana stepped forward, whispering something with Lunafreya’s ear, before motioning her to leave, turning to the crowd with those closed eyes, “Lady Lunafreya has had a long journey, she will rest for the time being.”

Noctis turned to leave, drying the tears from his eyes, even in your final moments you had put Lunafreya’s life before your own. He could not begin to explain how much he missed you.

“Arf!”

Noctis jumped, only to stare at the familiar black dog before him, “Umbra, hey buddy.”

Yet instead of waiting for his typical greeting, Noctis was instead pushed by the dog. Begging the Prince to follow him, as he raced through the crowd. Joined by the others as they saw Noctis racing after the dog that typically just went off and did his own thing. They followed Umbra around the large building to a side entrance, moving in only to be greeted by Pyrna and Gentiana.

“Prince Noctis,” Gentiana smiled, bowing to the young man, “Lady Lunafreya has been expecting you. Please follow me.”

Once again the group found themselves being led through hall after hall, only to run into Lunafreya as the woman was exiting a room. Her eyes locking to Noctis as she smiled brightly, moving over to the group. Getting bows from the other three men, and a hesitate hug in return from Noctis.

“I am so happy to see you are fine.” Lunafreya smiled, parting the hug.

“Luna,” Noctis whispered, tears spring to his eyes as he attempted to process the question on his lips. “About Y/N,”

“If it not for her, I would not be here now, there is absolutely no one who can take her place.”

That sealed it, Noctis now knew that his last piece of home was gone. Only to turn in confusion as he felt Lunafreya touch his arm, moving him towards the room that she had exited when they had approached. The woman pushing open the door, allowing Noctis to step in by himself, following shortly, as the others followed after her, all standing back by the door.

Yet sitting there enjoying the sunlight at a cafe table, eyes closed enjoying the sea breeze through the open veranda. Looking every bit the Princess, Noctis had fallen in love with, despite the fact that you were a commoner as the tabloids loved to mention, constantly. That beautiful black trumpet dress, almost making you appear like an angel, and you had stated that you didn’t think you had the figure for it.

“That was fast, Lulu.” You giggled, turning your head from the sunlight, eyes opening. Only to widen at the being standing before you. “Noct…”

Noctis took a hesitant step forward, then another, almost like a child learning to walk again. An arm reached out to you, your name spilling from his lips. This had to have been a dream! Everything told him, everyone told him you were gone from him forever. Yet you stood, and before he knew it the two of you were rushing into each other’s arms.

“Noctis!” You cried, your face buried within his shoulder, his embrace was a little tight yet it proved that he was here. That you were both here together!

Noctis didn’t even attempt to stop the tears that were falling from his eyes, he didn’t want to let you go! He refused to let you go ever again! Never far from his sight! He only pulled away to look you in the eye, allowing you to cup his face as you brushed the tears from his eyes, a bright smile on your face.

Noctis for just this moment, forgot everyone else in the room, as he pulled you close, his lips crushing against your own. He held you tight within his arms, thinking of the horrid nights where he thought he would never see you again, never get to hold you again or feel your soft lips against his own. His entire world was back, you were back. He only pulled away, so that he could look at your face again, to see those beautiful eyes. Those pictures on his phone could never do you justice.

“I love you so much.” Noctis whispered against your lips.

“I love you too.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips again. “Sweetie, you’re crying.” You giggled, tears falling from your eyes as well. “I’m so happy to see you.” You smiled looking over his shoulder to the others. “All of you.”

Noctis smiled softly, only now remembering the others in the room, yet he held your hand tightly, as the others finally approached.

“We are happy to see you safe.” Ignis replied, with a soft bow at the hips.

“Iggy.” You pouted playfully, wrapping your free arm around his shoulders hugging him tightly. “Gladiolus, I leave for a few days and you go and get new scars?” You giggled playfully, as you hugged the man best you could with your single arm.

“Y/n!” Prompto wailed.

“Prompto!” You laughed loudly, as the blonde latched onto you tightly, crying his eyes out. “There, there Prompto.” You smiled, petting his back. “Are the others okay?”

“Yeah, they’re waiting with Iris.” Gladiolus stated.

“Y/N, how did you manage to get here?” Ignis asked, as Prompto finally released you.

You finally let go of Noctis’s hand, only to step over to Lunafreya who was waiting silently by the door, taking her hand as you moved her over to the others, “Girl’s trip really. Lunafreya and I managed the entire trip.”

“Alone?” Noctis asked.

“We ran into a little trouble here and there.” Lunafreya admitted.

“Yet we took care of it, only took a few days.” You smiled turning to the blonde woman, “Did we ever return that Chocobo?”

“I don’t believe we did.” Lunafreya gasped, only for the two of you to break into school girl giggles.

Noctis watched as you two shared a giggle, his gaze turning to your hands as he noticed the matching bracelets on your wrists, that was new. You only seemed to wear your engagement band, and Lunafreya her necklace, so this was rather noticeable quickly. “What exactly happened?”

You reached out using your free hand to grab your Prince’s hand, “It’s a long story, let’s get dinner and we’ll tell you everything.”

~~~~~

Prompto

Sweetie, are you okay?

Sweetie, please…

Please call me when you get this.

I’m worried.

Prompto’s hands shook, as he sent his latest text message. Less than 48 hours ago they had all learned of the Fall, and within those 48 hours Prompto had sent well over 100 texts messages to you. Something that was typically answered within 5 minutes, but now every single one of them was left unopen.

That morning when he had left, you stopped by provided him with a new lanyard for his camera, and quite a few kisses to hold him over until he returned home. He knew that you were going to a family get together, the next day and the entire family was upset that, their newest addition of sunshine wasn’t able to make it.

Prompto turned off his screen, only to press the power button seconds later. Looking to that final selfie the two of you had taken, your lips pressed against a freckled cheek.

“We should be getting to Wiz shortly.” Ignis called to the rest of the car.

Maybe the Chocobos would take his mind of the horrible thoughts that went through his head, and he’d finally be able to stop stressing. Something deep down within him, something told him that he just needed to hold on a little longer.

Yet that still didn’t stop the tears that often sprung to his eyes as his wondering mind would move back to memories of the two of you.

The Chocobo roost came into view, as the four men climbed out. While the others were discussing the latest hunt with Wiz, Prompto found himself finally holding his camera. Chocobos always made everything better, right?

His fingers brushed against the lanyard you gave him, trying to find the perfect model for his photography.

“…I told you that would happen.”

Prompto quickly turned, that sounded so familiar.

“Now you have seeds all in your feathers.” The voice giggled, only to answered with a ‘Kweh’ “Don’t you get upset at me because you don’t know how to slow down.”

Prompto rushed through the crowd, bypassing families coming to view the Chocobos. He didn’t notice when he rushed into the ‘Employees Only’ area, yet he did notice the being before him. He could never forget that! Watching as delicate hands brushed away seeds from the feathers, lips curling into a giggle as the large bird nuzzles and preened the hair.

Prompto didn’t realize that he had moved over to the two, until his hands grabbed the shoulder, spinning the person around, before pulling them forward his lips pressed against their own. Tears falling heavily, as he clung tightly, wanting to make sure this wasn’t another dream.

“Pom-toe?”

Prompto felt the mutter against his lips, before pulling away, looking to your confused expression. A smile appearing on his face, as tears remained falling, pulling you into a hug, as he stroked your back and hair. “You’re here.”

“Prompto, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? What are you doing here?” You asked, only for the man to hug you tighter.

“You didn’t answer my text and I was worried something happened.”

You pulled away from the blonde, to look him in the eye, looking around for something clean to dry his face with, only able to find the bandana wrapped around your neck. Cleaning the tears from his cheeks. “Prompto, what happened?”

Prompto took a deep breath, “The city was destroyed.”

‘What?” You gasped, lucky the blonde reached out to catch you from your stumble. “How, what happened?”

“You didn’t know?” Prompto asked.

“My phone has terrible service out here and the only internet connection is in Uncle Wiz’s office.” You explained as tears began to fall from your eyes. “Prompto, our families, our home.”

Prompto gathered you back in his arms, only to turn as he felt something rest on his shoulder. Looking to see the Chocobo that you were tending to had leaned forward, to nuzzle against the two of you.

~~~~~

Gladiolus

“She got us out Gladdy.” Iris stated over the phone, yet Gladiolus could hear that Iris was trying not to cry. “I tried calling her, but I can’t get a hold of her!”

They were all each other had left in the world, their Father gone, You were gone. Gladiolus tried to play it time and time again in his mind what Iris had told him.

How while they were evacuating, you had put Talcott into car with Jared, before turning to Iris grabbing the girl before throwing her in as well. No matter how much Iris had screamed and begged for you to come with them.

“No room, please take care of them, Jared!” You yelled.

“Ms. Y/N,” Jared called.

You smiled brightly, summoning your axe, “I’ll buy some time.” You called disappearing back into the fray of the  MT that had begun to take over the city.

Gladiolus knew his duty was to the future King, to Noctis yet he wanted to be at your side so bad. That morning you had escorted the group to the Regalia, telling them to be safe and that when Gladiolus returned he should take a few days off so that you could spend it together. Yet now Gladiolus knew that, those days would  not come, their entire world was torn apart.

“Gladdy.” Iris muttered softly.

“We’re about 2 days out of Lestallum, stay put.” Gladiolus replied, handing the phone back to Noctis.

Gladiolus never felt so defeated, how was he suppose to take this in stride? How was he suppose to bounce back from this? You were the first, in a long line of failed relationships, and one night stands that made him think differently. You were strong, brave, and just the perfection he needed in life, yet now to have you torn away, because of this stupid war that his Father, and King Regis had tried to halt and prevent. At least some good news was made, Lunafreya had made it out, and was currently in Lestallum.

Noctis would at least get to where he needed to be, and Gladiolus was determined to make sure that Noctis would make it to Lunafreya to start this journey they were now on. Despite the Prince dealing with his own loss of his love and late Princess.

The move to Lestallum was a long one, yet as they arrived and Gladiolus was finally able to hold the final piece of his world. Hugging Iris tightly, and speaking with Jared about your final moments.

“She was on orders from your Father to return to the streets and assist with evacuation. If I know anything about Clarus Amicitia he was protecting Y/N.” Jared replied. “You must all be exhausted, do rest for the evening.”

Yet even as he tried, Gladiolus could not sleep, he was with Iris, and judging by the way the young girl was sleeping, holding tightly to his hand, currently not holding his book. She was just as broken up, yet had not been able to express it.

Gladiolus must have dozed off, because next he heard was a loud pounding on the front door. He heard Jared moving down the hall, and open the door, only to hear the man gasp loudly.

“Gladdy?” Iris muttered, opening her eyes as she felt Gladiolus removed his hand from her own, going into the hallway, finding the others standing there. Gladiolus moved forward first, seeing Prompto summon a gun, and Ignis a dagger, the man moving towards the door, standing behind Jared.

A cloaked figure in a long coat stood before the man in the doorway, the street lights from outside making them appear more threatening, hand still raised in a knock, almost seeming to be taking in everything. “Jar…” They didn’t get a chance to finish as they collapsed forward into the elder man.

“Who is it?” Gladiolus hissed, moving forward, as the being rested against Jared, not clinging to the old man, yet still using the man so as not to fall over.

“Gla…”

Gladiolus watched with wide eyes, as the hood removed from their head. Hair a mess, cuts lining the face, a few bruises lining underneath the eyes. Yet a smile on those lips, tears gathering in those eyes. Yet then those eyes closed, and everything seemed to go in slow motion as knees buckled and the body collapsed to the floor.

Gladiolus never believed he had moved faster, as he rushed over catching the body before it hit the ground. Cradling close, as he stroked your face, mindful of the scars, he wanted to cry, he wanted to cry so bad. Yet he couldn’t, all of his tears had been shed when he thought he had lost you. So now to see you here, to have you here within his arms, he couldn’t be happier.

“Gladdy, what, Y/N!” Iris gasped as she rushed forward, kneeling besides her elder brother holding onto you tightly.

“Gladiolus,” Ignis called, seeing that they had cleared off the couch, so Gladiolus could move you somewhere comfortable.

The man carefully moved you over to the couch, his hand slipping underneath your jacket, coming back to find blood. Carefully maneuvering you to remove the jacket, as he noticed what appeared to be a bite on your arm, it didn’t appear infected or deep, but it should be treated rather quickly.

As they supplied a potion, you blinked back to this side of the waking world, eyes focusing on Gladiolus than Iris. You could tell how bad the two of you wanted to embrace you.

“Babe?”

You managed to sit up, ignoring the pain within your arm, as you tossed your arms around the two of them tightly, hugging them close to your chest. “I’m so glad you got here.” You cried, pressing a kiss to Iris’s hair and than to Gladiolus’s lips.

Iris cried softly, “I tried calling you, but I couldn’t get through.”

You laughed softly, “Yeah, kinda of flooded the thing, when I opened the hydrant on North to help a family escape.”

“Babe, how did you get here?”

“I got a motorcycle from that cute blonde in Hammerhead, and dropped it off for her at a Hunter’s post, and took a Chocobo the rest of the way, kind of overnighted it.” You explained.

Iris motioned to the wound on your arm, “What about this?”

You looked to the mark, “Yeah, got into a fight with a Courel, son of bit…” You stopped realizing the children in the room. “The thing tried to eat my Chocobo. Everything else, was those MT in the city, by the time I got out they were retreating.”

“We’re just happy to see you’re still with us.” Jared smiled.

Iris suddenly jumped from your hold, “You must be hungry, I’ll make you something.”

“Don’t go out your way, Iris! She’s going to make me a full course meal.” You sighed, “She never listens.”

“Like someone else I know.” Gladiolus replied, turning you to face him as he pressed his lips to your own. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded softly, slightly dizzy from the force that Gladiolus had kissed you,  “I’ll be fine, kind of very exhausted.”

“To travel here within 2 days, I assume you drove through the night.” Ignis replied.

“Yeah, figured trying to stop and find some runes would be too much or hassle, with me bleeding all over the place.” You explained, as Gladiolus moved you to cradle within his lap, you knew that you wouldn’t be leaving his line of sight for a while.

Iris ended up making you a rather large meal, which you were actually rather excited for, seeing that you hadn’t eaten in the last few days, unless you counted the food you picked up from those vending machines. It was nearly dawn by the time that Gladiolus had carried both you and Iris to the bedroom to get some rest, despite your protest that you could walk.

You laid beside Iris, in the twin bed, the younger Amicitia holding tightly to your hand. While Gladiolus sat beside you in a chair, his hand tightly surrounding your own. Every so often you’d feel a kiss against your knuckles, you slowly begun to doze off as you felt a thumb brush against the back of your hand.

“Love you, Gladdy.”

A soft press of the lips against the back of your hand, “Love you too.”

~~~~~

Ignis

The sound of three pairs of heels echoed through the parking bay of the Citadel, smoke and fire  rained down on the three of you.

“Princess! Lady Lunafreya!” You called, finding your car, tossing open the door, as the other women jumped in the back. You had just managed to get the car started and the parking bay door open, as the fire quickly spread hitting a few car.

“Fucking Hell!”

“Princess!” You called, to your charge, yet in all honesty you could agree at that statement, as standing before you in the park bay doors was about 10 MT’s ready to fire. “Ladies, please duck!” You yelled, slamming your foot onto the gas, your only thought was that you hoped Ignis and the others were faring much better.

*

Ignis gave a deep shy, he was currently in Galdin Quay, a place the two of you had talked about while planning the Royal Wedding, as the Future King, well unfortunately now, current King’s and the late Princess’s Honeymoon distention. Yet once the two of you realized that the only thing the Royal Couple would have done was fish all day, you had jokingly stated,

“Perhaps we’ll go for our Honeymoon.”

To which Ignis had stated, “I’d take you anywhere you’d love to go, as long as you’re with me everywhere is Heaven.”

Yet now his Heaven was gone, he had heard from you since the fall and he knew for a fact that you would refuse to leave the Future Princess’s side, so when news broke and it was stated that the both the Princess and Lunafreya had perished, he knew that you had as well.

So Ignis sat in this grand restaurant, a glass of a rather expensive whiskey within his hand. He wasn’t a man to drink, perhaps a glass of wine, and within the company of others, yet now he could see why some people turned to the bottle. It made the pain slightly numb, and for a man like Ignis, whom was constantly one step ahead, and analyzing every moment, numb was perfect, even if it was just for a moment.

Green eyes scanned the open air, restaurant/bar area where he was held up. Typically he did not like to distances himself from the others but it seemed for the moment all of them needed a moment alone. Yet maybe that wasn’t a good thing, as his mind began to race.

No matter how much he wished for it, Ignis was man of logic, and logic dictated and told him that you were gone forever. That no matter how much he wish to speak with you, hold you, lay in bed beside you, it wouldn’t happen again. But somewhere, deep, deep within his heart, some part,illogically, constantly and reassuringly insisted that you were there, somewhere.

Pulling his whiskey glass to his lips again, Ignis could see through the clear bottom. Deciding to just finish the glass and go round up the others, Ignis paid his tab, moving from the barstool, relishing in the fact that his head wasn’t spinning as much as he thought it would.

Moving towards the beach, the man figured that Noctis would try his hand at fishing, and Prompto would not be too far away. Hopefully Gladiolus wouldn’t be too far away from the two of them.

Yet as Ignis walked down the pier, he noticed something out the corner of his eye. Turning to glance at the feature head on, Ignis had to stop and focus. It was further down the beach in the sand, yet it was a woman, in black, her shoes in her hands, as she stared out to the water.

“…no.” He whispered, as he begun to move closer, breaking into a run down the docks. Jumping from the pier as he raced across the sand, maybe it was a specter or maybe just the booze playing a joke on him. Yet he needed to know, he just wanted to know!

Ignis watched as the woman turned in his direction, even from this distance he could see the look of shock on her face, and her shoes fall from her hands as she began to race towards him. He feared that somewhere deep down, the other would pass through him, only to feel his arms circle around them, and a very solid body cling tightly to him.

“Ignis!”

“My love, my heart, my world.” Ignis rambled, cupping your tearstained face. He leaned forward, his lips pressing against your own, hand cradling the back of your head. “My stars and moon, I was so worried.”

You smiled through your tears, “My sun and day, I’m so happy that you are safe.” 

The two of you stayed within each others embrace, placing kisses against one another. Uncertain of just how long the two of you were standing there.

“Where are the others?”

Ignis pressed another quick kiss to your lips, “I was actually on my way to see them. Let’s fetch your shoes.”

The entire time, Ignis held tightly to you. The two of you were never fond of PDA, aside from linked arms, quick pecks on the cheeks, or hand holding, yet the way Ignis arm rested so beautiful around your waist, his strong body flushed against your own, as you both rounded up the others, whom you couldn’t tell was more excited. As you had both Noctis and Prompto latch onto you the second that you came into view seems that they missed you as well.

“What happened?” Gladiolus inquired, as you all sat down for dinner.

You smiled, as Ignis hand resting so comfortably on your own, “When the attack started, I had just stepped into the Citadel, I was escorting the Princess and Lady Lunafreaya out along with Nyx. We had managed to get out of most of harm’s way, yet when attempting to leave the city, we got into a wreck. I managed to get both the Princess and Lady Lunafreaya toward the outskirts of the city, but at that point I knew the MT’s were tracking my car so I figured it would be best to split up, unfortunately that was the last I heard from them.” You explained. “My phone was unfortunately lost when I was blown off the road.”

“But how did you know to meet us here?” Prompto asked.

“This is the only way to get to Altissia, I figured this would be the best place to find you.” You smiled, before looking to Noctis staring to the table, “I’m certain that the Princess is protecting Lady Lunafreaya, those two managed to form quite the friendship, Noct. Your bride isn’t one to go down so easy.” You replied, turning towards Gladiolus and Prompto. “None of them actually.”

Ignis gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, something about the way you spoke of them, also made him believe it true.

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What Are The Odds

Pairing: Deckard Shaw x Fem! Reader

Summary: Out of all the places you could meet, it just had to be in the middle of a mission.

Word Count: 0.9k

Warning/s: guns, violence, mentions of blood

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

You had everything planned for the weekend, things you wanted to do for a while, things you wanted to buy, the things you wanted to check out for yourself for your pure enjoyment.

The thought of it excited you since you rarely ever got a break with your job.

What job you may ask? Well its not easy having to hack and track people for wealthy criminals just so they can get their money back all that cliché stuff. With the knowledge around tracking and computers, you were quick to spiral up into the world of felony, making quick money that you enjoyed. Although often times you’d taken a far too close deal with death which you’re happy to have avoided.

Some clients are just plain assholes.

Which speaking of clients and assholes, you were now currently in a car chase with one of your consistent client, or should you say your pain in the ass lover. All because he had “interrupted” a meeting, or to simply put, blowing up bodies and buildings.

Unbeknownst to him, the meeting he disrupted was the meeting you were scheduled on. Now imagine the look on his face as he spotted you and how the death glare you gave him was enough to instill quite a bit of fear in him.

He messed up, but luckily, you were able to grab the bag of cash that was sitting pretty on the table, now the man’s goons were ordered to chase the both of you down and possibly kill you in the most horrible, torturing way.

“Why’d you have to go and do that for?! Everything was going well!” You shouted as Deckard mindlessly tries to find ways to loose them, turning here, turning there, making a straight then turning again.

“Ah, if only somebody had given a call to tell me they’re going to be in the place I’m going to blow up then I would’ve waited until they were outta there!” He countered, looking at the side mirror before hitting the gas again. You watch as people clamored to get out of the way as the van behind you carelessly ran over different chairs and tables.

But you turned your attention back to Deckard, fuming. “Oh is that so? You’re saying its my fault?! Then possibly you could’ve also given me a call to let me know that you were going to blow up the building I’m currently in!”

Deckard sighs, gripping the steering wheel tight as he continued driving fast. “Look, the important thing is you’re safe, we’re both safe. Let’s just drop this alright, hun?”

You sigh, leaning back on the leather chair. It looks like you’ve lost them.

“Are they gone?” You ask but spoke too soon. As the truck passed in front of you, the van was there and before you know it, they were opening fire.

You could hear the screams of terror as they shot at you. You were glad this car was bulletproof, but they were really pissing you off now.

“Alright, I’ve had enough.” You say and grabbing the uzi from the backseat.

Deckard looks at you questionably but lets you as he tried to reverse his way out. Rolling down thde window, you carefully leaned half of your body outside and started firing. Thanks to Deckard himself, you knew a thing or two about guns and fighting.

Successfully hitting the driver, you watched as the van drove itself up to a wall, effectively crushing it, halting.

You smirk and returned back to your seat with the uzi in hand.

“That’s my girl.” He says as he casually drove off into the street.

After driving for a few miles, you’ve reached one of his safe houses, which is a cabin not to deep in the woods.

You sigh as you step out of the car, body feeling sore. Deckard closes his door shut and looks at you. “You alright?” He asks. You nod, stretching your arms. “Just a bit sore.”

You step inside and settled in.

You sigh as the warm shower hit your back as you scrubbed the dirt and blood away from your skin. Soon you rinsed off the soap suds and stepped off the shower, closing it shut. You walked into the bedroom where Deckard was, finding him clean, and in a white shirt and sweatpants.

“Enjoyed the shower?” He asked as you rummaged through the closet for clothes. You dropped the towel, letting your bare back exposed to him, which he respectfully looked away at.

You decided to wear a shirt of his and some shorts. After placing the towel in the hamper, you approach him on the bed.

He was sat and he looked at you as you laid down on the bed. “You joining me here or not?” You chuckle. “Definitely joining.” He answers and soon enough he was beside you.

Looking at him, you laugh at the events earlier. “What are the odds of us meeting in the middle of our jobs.” You say as he shakes his head, placing a hand on your hip. “To be honest I didn’t even notice you,” You laugh “Yeah all I saw was you grabbin’ that bag and I thought ‘hold on, ain’t that my sweets?”

“Oh really hmm?” You inched your face closer to hi. “Yeah.” He said before capturing your lips, pulling you closer to him. After a moment he pulled away and you rested your forehead on his.

“I’m just glad we made it.”

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Adopting A Wakandan Child With Bucky;

Summary: there is hope for your and Bucky after you are given a harsh truth, and it is a fragile opportunity that you believe and take it rather than allow the chance to pass just like the hardships in your pasts had done

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: mentions and after affects of sterilisation, angst, adoption, mentions of death and the snap, happy ending, brief aftermath of smut and mention of it, fluff

Word Count: 1044

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This was seen as just another failure on the path to peace, a large blockade that was making his whole world crumble around him. Tears froze in his eyes as he glared up at the ceiling, still pained by the evidential verdict. He could only take lives from this universe, not bring any into it. And whilst it was something he’d have to accept and could not be reversed, he could not help but mourn his dreams and inability to create them into a reality. It was the only thing he saw when he shut his lids that wasn’t an unforgivable nightmare, and like all people in those, it was dead. Cold and unmovable, it had been planted in its spot and the roots ran deep, composing into a satiated spiral of inner agony. You understood that the fault wasn’t upon Bucky, the blame was all atop of HYDRA and their cruel intentions, and they had not only frozen the man that you loved in cryo, but they had entrapped his hopes of a family permanently, locking the possibility of carrying on the Barnes legacy forever. “I’m sorry.” Bucky whispered, his lips barely moving as he spoke. He was fragile to the point where hearing his own voice maintained a frown to forge itself between his brows, and the only language he could find himself speaking in was apologies, it was the verbal replica of going in circles. “I only wanted to give you a baby.”

Abruptly you sat up, ushering yourself closer to him so that your shoulder brushed up against his vibranium one. “Hey, there are other options. Just because we cannot have one of our own does not mean that we can’t have a family at all. I can only imagine how you’re feeling right now, but never forget that you are enough and more just the way you are, and perhaps long term there’s a good explanation why this isn’t working out in this lifetime. Maybe the next will cut us some mercy and give us a break, but exploring other possibilities surely won’t be able to hurt us any more than we already have been. So what do you say Buck?” Tentatively you stared at your partner, ready to gouge his reaction which was strictly unpredictable. Whilst you knew what you wanted, you wanted an affirmative answer first handedly from your husband because you did not desire to go down this road alone, in fact you’d refuse if his answer was not the one that you sought after. And denying yourself the role of motherhood would be a furious pain that pranged your every part, after the years of rescuing and protecting and baring your life on the line in order to stop people from getting hurt, you wanted someone to be proud to call you their mother and for there to be a person other than Bucky that you’d do literally anything for.

The silence between the two of you dragged more brutally than a tortured body, until he startled you and chose to voice his opinion. “If that’s what you want… then I want that too. I’ve always wanted a fresh start with you doll, and to put something before our jobs. They can call us when we’re needed, but tomorrow I’ll make some calls so that we can borrow the quinjet to go to Wakanda to arrange some things.” Confusion littered your face and Bucky picked up on it, not waiting a moment longer to jump in to explain his mindset. “When the battle we fought there ended, those such as your lovely self weren’t the only ones to have lost people, and not just by the snap. Thanos’ army killed some of the warriors that fought on their homeland and defended it, leaving many children I assume without parents; and whilst I don’t intend to replace a single one, if we’re doing this I want to help them. Their people have already done so much for us, me. And if we could raise them there, where they can continue to learn their true culture, that’d be-“

“Perfect.” Was your immediate reply, amazed by his mindfulness and simultaneously pleased that the pair of you would no longer have to grasp onto straws or pregnancy tests to make your combined future feel valid. And so without further intrusion of negative thought or scheduled discussion, Bucky’s plan went ahead, and T’Challa as well as his sister Shuri were delighted to see the two of you so eager to release the connotations of being avengers and become more. Parents. Even Okoye and Ayo had to smile at the progression. The king had much respect for each of you, and aided in seeing what child wanted you as their guardians. But there was no child; there were children. Four to be exact, two boys and two girls, and their names were Rukei, Matszi, Zura and D’elaa. They liked to climb on Bucky’s vibranium arm and often fought over who’d get lifted, but your husband was the one to remind them that he was more than strong enough for them all to be raised in the air at once. You’d even learnt their mother tongue to the best of your ability so that even though you had been permitted the privilege to live in Wakanda once more, they would never forget where they were from. You loved your family.

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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his domination ~ the joker;dceu

word count: 1660

request?: yes!

“Can you write a Joker/Reader fic where the reader is the only person allowed to dominate the Joker? Very smutty please.”

description: in which gotham’s most feared villain prefers to be dominated by his beautiful girlfriend

pairing: joker x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of violence

masterlist (one, two)

it wasn’t specified which joker was wanted for the imagine so i wrote the one i knew best...but like...the good version of it

There was something about watching Joker being so dominant with others that turned you on, especially knowing that the roles would be reversed when you two finally got some privacy.

There was some sad sack down on his knees, begging Joker for forgiveness. For what reason, you couldn’t remember. There were too many people who were afraid of him to keep track of all the reasons why. Whatever the case, Joker was merely laughing in this face of this man, who was now weeping at Joker’s feet.

“Oh, how I love to hear them beg,” Joker said to you over his shoulder.

You smirked at him in response as he raised his gun and shot the man right between the eyes. He watched as the man’s body fell before turning back to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He began kissing you deeply, ignoring the two of his men that were standing nearby, waiting for an order. If there was one thing that turned Joker on, it was exercising the power he had over the people of Gotham.

When he finally pulled away from you, he regarded his men with a simple wave of his hand towards the lifeless body in front of them. His men began to approach the body while Joker took you in his arms and began to lead you towards his car. He didn’t even wait to take you somewhere more private as he opened the backdoor to his car and shoved you back onto the seat. His men were quick to dispose of the body so they could leave the scene, knowing to give Joker as space when he wanted alone time with you.

The cramped space of the backseat gave Joker more opportunity to be close to you, to touch your body all over and to attack your neck in kisses and bites. Your eyes were rolling back in your head with pleasure as you arched your back against his body.

You peaked out through the front windshield to see that Joker’s henchmen had cleared away the body and drove off in record time, leaving the two of you alone. In one swift movement, you wrapped your legs around Joker and flipped the two of you over so you were on top. You started to mimic his earlier actions by kissing down his neck, your hands roughly pulling at his clothes so you could continue to kiss down his naked body.

Joker’s big secret that stayed strictly between the two of you was that he only allowed one person to be dominant over him, and that person was you. It had shocked you at first when Joker let you be the dominant one in the bedroom. You thought it was just a one time thing, or maybe he was feeling generous. But then he was asking for it the next time you had sex, then he started using dominant pet names for you and would beg you to let him be inside of you.

It made you feel powerful to be the one that left Gotham’s most feared villain a begging mess beneath you.

You pulled his shirt off and began unbuttoning his pants, palming his growing erection in your hand as you kissed him through his boxers. His hand weaved its way through your hair as you began to kiss him through his boxers, just lightly enough that he could feel it and tease him even more.

“Up,” you told him as your hands found their way to the waistline of his boxers. He moved his hips so you could slip his underwear down and discarded them to the front seat somewhere.

Joker whimpered as you began to kitten lick the tip of his hard dick. It was taking everything in his power not to push your head down, as he knew you would stop if he tried, but he wanted you so bad. He was so painfully erect he felt like he could burst at any moment, even from your limited touch.

You could feel his restraint as his hand tightened in your hair. You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you looked up at him from your position. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want to feel your mouth around me,” he breathed, his hips inadvertently bucking as you licked him again.

“Ask me nicely then, baby.”

“Please can you put my dick in your mouth?”

You rested his tip against your lips, kissing it to tease him even more. “You’re missing something there.”

“Pretty please, my queen?”

You smiled and took him deep into your throat. He let out a moan as his head lulled back. You began to bob your head at a steady pace, placing your tongue under his length as you did so so that he could feel it on every inch that it could reach. Every now and then you’d stop to swirl your tongue around the head, which earned you more moans and whimpers.

Although the pleasure was starting to build up inside of him, Joker knew better than to finish in your mouth. He knew how much you loved to feel him inside of you, to feel him coating your walls with his seed as he twitched and convulsed inside of you. But your mouth felt so good around him that it was getting hard to hold back.

“Fuck my queen, please slow down,” he begged. “I’m going to cum at this rate.”

You pulled his dick from your mouth, a line of spit trailing from the tip to your mouth as you did so. He wiped it with his thumb before you began to crawl up his body, leaving wet kisses and red marks that would become hickies within a few hours up his body. You kissed him passionately, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

“Do you want me to ride you, baby?” you asked against his lips. “You wanna feel me wrapped around that hard dick as I ride you?”

He nodded, trying to find the words to ask but feeling them caught in his throat. You smirked as you took hold of his face, squeezing it just a little.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, my queen. I want you to ride me.”

“Ask me nicely then.”

“Fuck, can you pretty pretty please ride me, my queen?. Use me to get whatever pleasure you want, I promise I’ll wait till you’re finished if I have to.”

You smirked at his question. His dick was still glistening with your spit, leaving it perfectly lubed for you as you lined his tip up with your entrance and lowered yourself on to him. His face twisted with pleasure as you took him in very slowly, allowing him to feel you around every inch of him. You moaned as well, feeling him easily hitting your G spot once he was fully in.

You started rocking your hips against his, pleasure building up in you almost immediately. Joker’s head was back against the headrest as his fingers dug into your hips. You leaned forward to kiss him as your movements became quicker. Soon enough, you were bouncing on his lap, your skin making a loud slapping noise every time you came down on him. His car was shaking and the windows were fogged over so you could barley see anyone outside. Not that either of you really cared if you were caught. That was the thrill of fucking in public.

You wrapped a hand around Joker’s throat, choking him just enough to make him feel lightheaded. You almost giggled at the sight of his eyes being crossed and rolling back into his head at the action. You could feel him twitching inside of you, an indication that he was nearing his climax.

“Are you close?” you asked him, letting go of his neck long enough to allow him to breathe to respond.

“I’m so close,” he said. “Fuck, can I cum my queen?”

“Hold it for a few more seconds,” you told him. “I’m close, too. When you feel me cumming around you, you can let go then.”

You managed to stay true to your word, and a few seconds later you threw your head back and cried out in pleasure. Near moments after that, you felt Joker’s warmth filling you as he also groaned at the release.

You both sat there, sweating and panting. Joker wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close so he could rest his head on your breasts. You ran your fingers through his dyed green hair, noticing that his brown roots were starting to grow out. You made a mental note to point that out to him when you finally detached from one another.

You rolled down the window slightly to let some cool air in just as Joker’s phone rang. He groaned in annoyance as he raised the phone to his ear.

“What the fuck do you want?”

You giggled as you finally got up from his lap. It always amazed you how quickly he could switch from being a submissive mess to the dominant criminal that everyone knew him as.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll call you when we arrive to our next location,” he said, then hung up. “Apparently someone heard the gunshot and called the cops. They’re on their way here now. Figure we got maybe five minutes before we’re surrounded, less than that until the Bat appears.”

You passed him his discarded clothes and fixed your own disheveled appearance. “Neither one is a real concern. The cops are incompetent and Bats would never throw you in jail again. He needs someone to play with so he seems like a hero to these people.”

Joker smiled at you and kissed you hard again. “Regardless, wanna go for a joyride, baby?”

You smirked at him and leaned into the front seat to pull your gun from the glove compartment. “Always, my love.”

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter One - Lullaby

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’ 

Summary: Kat and Eddie have a moment listening to Metallica, but afterwards Kat has a horrible nightmare.

Warnings: established relationship, a sprinkling of dom!kat and sub!eddie (this is as smutty as i’m ever gonna get), use of princess, queen, good boy, sweetheart, and babe, horror elements

Word count: 2.6k

Chapter song: Lullaby by The Cure

Tag list: @madaboutmunson @munchabunch (thank you my darling beta readers!) @michele131 @riffcrusader @idiot-parade​ @prettyboyeddiemunson

“She’ll be home any minute now,” Linda said reassuringly.

“How do you think she’ll handle this?”

“It depends… She won’t go to Nevada. I know that for a fact. But maybe–” Linda was cut off by the sound of the front door opening. 

“Hey, Aunt Linda!” Kat’s voice ran out cheerily. She was in a seemingly good mood this afternoon as she trotted over to the kitchen, dropping her backpack on the couch as she went by. When she became fully aware there was a difference in the usual routine, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Uncle Hank… uh, hi?” she spoke hesitantly. 

“Hey, Kat. Nice to finally see you,” he smiled warmly at her. His face was kind, but that did nothing to soothe the anxiety that was starting to bubble inside Kat.

“Wh-what are you doing here? I mean…I thought with work, you weren’t…” Kat stammered, failing to hide her shock. Linda had been incessantly trying to get her to talk to her uncle. Always leaving out why it was so urgent, Kat started to connect the dots on her own. This was about her power.

“Kat, I know this is sudden, but we really need to talk. We need to talk about you… about your abilities,” he began cautiously. “What do you remember from when you lived here before?”

“No. I’m not talking about this,” she said sternly.

“I’m sorry, kid, but you’re gonna have to. Look, I don’t want to do this as much as you don’t want to; however, you were born with incredible abilities that we need to get a handle on. At the very least, we need to know where you’re at.”

“Why?!” interrupted Kat. “So you can use me as some top secret agent to fight your battles for you? To poke and prod me some more like I’m a lab rat? I’m not fighting in some made up war–”

“No,” Hank cut off Kat’s rant, his voice forceful. “This has nothing to do with the Russians. This threat is very real and right here, in Hawkins. We know things are only going to get worse and we need to be prepared. You need to be prepared. Hawkins will be at the epicenter of what's to come.”

“Epicenter of what? If you ever want me to agree to anything, quit bullshitting me.”

“Kat! Don’t speak to him that way!” Linda interjected, which only earned an eye roll from Kat.

“It’s fine, Linda. I’m sorry for the ambiguity. In order for me to fully explain, I need to know how much you remember from the lab.”

– – – – – – – – – – 

Kat thumbed through the albums behind the placard marked with an ‘M.’ She paused when she finally found the one she was searching for. Smiling to herself, she took a moment to bask in pride for what her friends had accomplished. The day was finally here.

“Did you find it!?” Eddie asked, buzzing with excitement. He almost crashed into her when his body kept going forward past his scurrying feet. 

Kat grabbed two copies of the record to show him its artwork. She was beaming. “Look at this fucking cover!” she exclaimed, holding out the record for both of them to admire. “Did you find two cassettes?” He responded by shaking a cassette in each hand. His face was lit up like a small child’s on Christmas morning. To them, this was Christmas.

Once they purchased their new music, the pair practically ran to Kat’s car. “Okay, so should we–” she began to ask.

“Don’t even bother asking. I’ve waited three months for this record to come out and I’m gonna wait any longer,” he cut off Kat as he began unwrapping the plastic from the brand new cassette. “We’ll start from the top when we get back to yours.” As Kat threw her car in reverse out of the parking spot, Eddie popped in Metallica’s new album, Master of Puppets.

When the road was clear, Kat punched the gas of her Mustang and took off towards her house with the melodic, acoustic intro of “Battery” filling her car. As the electric guitars and full band kicked in, she slowly turned to look at Eddie, her face alight with awe. He was biting his lower lip and slapping his ringed hand on his leg.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yeah!” he shouted before proceeding to shake his head to the beat, his curls flying around his face in a blur.

Kat pressed down on the gas, letting the car’s speed match the tempo of the music. She turned the steering wheel into some makeshift guitar/drum hybrid instrument. Although this ride to the record store wasn’t a particularly long drive from her home, she was determined to shave off as much time as humanly possible.

When the first track ended, the title track of the album came in with punching riffs. The couple whooped and hollered. Kat ferociously hit her steering wheel. “Ugh, finally high quality!” she proclaimed. In the middle of the guitar solo, Kat pulled into her driveway, slamming her car into park. 

She ejected herself from the car and ran up the steps to her front door, waving her hand in front of her to unlock it. “Holy shit, how fast were you driving?!” Eddie asked, shocked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kat giggled as they ran up the stairs to her room. He just laughed, shaking his head as he followed behind her.

Eddie made a beeline right to her record player and carefully removed the vinyl from its case, delicately placing it on the turntable. When he placed the needle on the spinning record, he cranked the volume.

Together they had their own short lived concert thrashing around Kat’s bedroom. She took brief breaks to read the lyrics, while Eddie took one to light up a joint from them to share (which was nothing but a roach by the end of “Master of Puppets” second verse). 

They ended up facing each other and sang the second chorus in each other's faces. Kat gravitated closer and closer to Eddie, looking him dead in the eyes as “master, master, master…” was repeated just before the instrumental bridge. He closed any remaining distance between the two of them, gripping her by her waist, spinning them into some sort of waltz-esque dance. Being somehow perfectly in sync, Kat followed his lead as they danced around the open space of her room.

With the resuming of the heavy riffs, Kat pulled Eddie to her, their bodies crashing into each other in time with the crashing of the cymbals. She created this push and pull between them while still moving him backward until his legs met her bed, causing him to fall backwards onto it. 

She was on top of him in seconds. Her hands pressing into her mattress on either side of his head. Looking deep into his chocolate eyes that were alight with lustful desire as she hovered over him. She sang the lyrics to him, inching closer and closer to him with every line.

“Master, Master Where’s the dreams that I’ve been after?  Master, Master Promised only lies. Laughter, laughter All I hear or see is laughter. Laughter, laughter Laughing at my cries…”

She slowly brought herself upright, so she could look down at him, until suddenly she put her mouth right next to his ear. In the most sultry voice she could manage, she whispered “fix me…” before she gave him a little nibble.

Eddie couldn’t take it anymore. He firmly grasped her hips and flipped her over. Now that she was the one on her back, he looked down at her and said in an almost chastising tone, “You keep singing ‘master’ at me like that, I just might have to act like one.” He smirked as he sank his weight down, holding her in place. His hands anchored her shoulders, adding more pressure as he leaned down. He moved one hand up, tracing the side of her neck, until he was holding her face. “Let go of control, princess.”

Her breath hitched for a split second before she caught it. A smirk clouded her features. She moved his arms away from her, taking them in an iron hold, and flipped him over once again. Having moved so suddenly, he didn’t even have a chance to react. She slid his arms up so they were extended over his head. Even though she moved her hands, pressure remained, locking him in place. One of her hands wrapped around his neck as she applied enough pressure to make his eyes grow wide. Her smirk turned into a devilish grin as she moved her hand up to close her thumb and index fingers tightly on his cheeks, pushing his head to the side and into the bed. She leaned over him again, speaking through gritted teeth that nearly grazed over his ear as she spoke. “I’m not your princess. I’m your Queen,” she said before snapping his head back so they were face to face again.

Returning her other hand back to his neck, she kissed him depravedly. All the while she never lost control over the energetic coils that bound his wrists above his head that kept him still. Her tongue brushed his lower lip before she broke contact. He let out a whimper, his eyes pleading for more. With her wicked grin, she gently brushed his cheek. Turning his head to her hand, he leaned into her touch. She went from gentle to firm in an instant as she revisited her tight grip on his face as she placed her forehead on his. “Be a good boy and let your Queen take care of you, hmm?” she asked as she slid her body down his, her hands drifting underneath his shirt to remove it.

It would be awhile before they both could really give this album a full and proper listen.

– – – – – – – – – 

She looked around and saw all her friends laughing, enjoying themselves. Eddie was by her side, leaning into her as he chuckled at something that was most likely at her expense. She playfully rolled her eyes. A loving warmth surrounded the moment. All of Hellfire are scattered around the room. Steve, Robin, Nancy, and even Chrissy were there. They all joined in the laughter. A gleeful camaraderie blossomed before everyone.

She scanned the room, basking in what seemed to be a perfect moment of harmony amongst friends. Amongst the only steadfast group she’s ever been a part of. Her eyes land on a figure dressed all in white, leaning against the wall. He was watching them, watching her. It’s someone close to her age. They’re so familiar, yet she had no memory of why or how. Had she ever seen this person before? 

It was then that the moment turned to ice. Happiness was drained from the room as if a full sink had been unplugged.

Everyone froze, their expressions barren and stoic. The light was being siphoned from their eyes.

She locked eyes with the man in white. Standing upright, he tapped his steepled fingers against one another. A devilish, or perhaps just evil, grin grew on his face as he clasped his hands in front of him. Goosebumps creeped up her skin. Her breathing increased in pace. Anxiety. Danger. These feelings consumed her.

“Somehow I knew we would be reunited again. Do you remember my offer, dear Katrina? Do you remember me?” His voice was calm. Too calm. It was like calm before the storm. It was the embodiment of walking on eggshells.

“W-who are you? What is this p-place?” she stammered.

“Who I am is not as important as who… As what I’ve become. Don’t you remember? Surely you could not have forgotten what you and your friend did to me?” His voice deepened as he walked towards her, his features evaporating. Or maybe they were being burned off? She watched his humanity become stripped away in real time. There seemed to be nothing left, save for a muscular structure and veins. This figure was beyond horrifying. “Remember, Katrina. Remember!” he bellowed, shaking her to her core.

The figure looked as if it was glitching between its former human self and the monster it had become. Then memories of her pre-teen years that had been long buried started coming to the surface. Her breath caught in her throat. “One,” she managed to somehow whisper.

“This world can be rid of pain, of suffering. We have the power to do that. Together. You have the power to do that. Join me, Katrina.”

“No. No. There is more than that. There’s so much more. I’ve seen it, felt it.”

“Do you think these humans are equal to you? Do you think they will always be here for you? Do you think they will not abandon you? Do you believe that you matter to them? Do you think you belong here? You don’t. You cannot defeat me, Katrina. Join me. Create something better than this. With me. With us.” She was frozen in fear. She could barely formulate a thought, never mind a response. “I’ve found you here. I will find you, both of you, in the waking world. Our worlds will bleed and then become one. Soon.” 

The figure vaporized into a mist, fading into nothing. In its place, emerged a grandfather clock protruding out of the wall. 

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

It chimed, the sound reverberated through the walls, distorted.

Her friends that still surrounded her now stared at her. The color of their eyes faded to white.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Chime.

Their mouths slowly opened, wider and wider. As their jaws began to dislocate, hundreds of black widow spiders emerged from their mouths. She tried to get away, she tried to scream.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Chime.

Slowly she turned to face Eddie, trying desperately to call out his name. Slowly he turned to look back at her. His mouth opened, wider. Wider still. A waterfall of spiders spilled out, crawling their way towards her. She tried to get away, she tried to scream.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Chime.

– – – – – – – – – – 

“Kat! Kat! Wake up! Kat, it’s okay, I’m here! It’s just a nightmare! Wake up!” 

Eddie suddenly woke to the sound of Kat whimpering in her sleep. He rolled over to wrap his arm around her, tried to pull her close to him, in hopes that would comfort her. She started shaking her head. She thrashed her way out of his grasp. And then she started to scream.

Immediately, Eddie was kneeling over her, gripping her shoulders to shake her awake. “Kat!” he shouted at her once more, before her eyes flung open and she gasped like she had just risen from the dead.

She flung herself upright. “Eddie? Eddie!?” she croaked. Her arms frantically searched for him. He wanted to be brave for her, but he was terrified. This had never happened. Kat never gets spooked by anything. Selfishly, for the briefest second, he was thankful she would never see the look of sheer fright that was on his face.

The instant she made contact with his body, she burst into tears. She clung to him like he was the only thing anchoring her to her sanity. Fear racked her mind like the sobs racked her body. If she let go of him, would his eyes turn white? Would a flood of spiders escape from him?

“Shhh, babe, it’s gonna be okay. I’m here, I’m right here,” he said softly, desperately trying to hold himself together, to keep his own fear from possessing his voice. “Breathe. Sweetheart, just breathe. It was a dream. Just a bad nightmare. It wasn’t real.”

When her breathing returned to normal, she moved back to look at him. She shook her head. “No, no. It’s not. It’s not gonna be okay. It– It…” her voice cracked. Her lip quivered as she tried not to sob again. “None of us are going to be okay.”

Tick. Tock. Chime. The sounds of that clock etched themselves into her mind, haunting her.

next chapter

[lacheri]

when you can’t sleep at night // wake me (sequel)

pairing: captain!Levi x cadet!fem bodied reader

content: angst, canonverse, mentions and talks of death/portrayals of death, depictions of violence, blood, overall dark themes, unestablished relationship, fingering, mutual loss of virginities, overstimulation, takes place sometime before the 57th expedition (didn't follow an exact timeline), there is a lot of talks about dying in this, levi asks a lot of intrusive questions, minors DNI.

summary: levi finds he holds an affection to a certain cadet of his. you find that maybe the comfort of your captain can quiet the thoughts plaguing your mind, even if just for one night.

wc: 10.7k

The clouds were so fluffy, so white and pure as you longingly watched them swirl above you. Your entire body was numb, back flat against the dirt with all your limbs stretched out. Your brain felt fuzzy, and for a fleeting moment you were flying in the clouds. You could feel the water vapor skim past your fingertips, the air whooshing against you as you soared. You looked down at the earth beneath your form, all the trees and even the walls looked so tiny from this height. This peaceful daydream was pulled from you with a start, your chest heaving with coughs.

“I’m so sorry!” you heard a voice call out, your line of vision intruded by the hazy form of a person leering over you. “I didn’t mean to hit you like that!”

“‘S okay,” you choked out, the numbness fading into aches all over your body. “I’ve gotten you good a couple of times too, Eren.”

“You know what, on second thought,” Eren’s lips spread into a smirk as he extended a hand down. “Consider this payback for beating my ass all those times in the Training Corps.”

“Good on you for finally landing a hit,” you chuckled, wincing as he hauled you to your feet. “Only took you three years.”

You rocked on your ankles, steadying yourself quickly before your legs gave out on you. Eren had gotten you good, roundhouse kicking you in your chest to lay you out on your ass. His training sessions had begun to pay off, used to the reverse happening when the two of you sparred. Mikasa would look on intently, a small smile on her lips when you’d punch Eren’s smug face with a sharp hook. You and 104th cadets were a friendly, strong group, bonded over the horrors of the titans, especially after what happened in Trost.

“What are you brats doing out here?”

Your heads whipped in the direction of the strong voice, meeting the steely hard set eyes of Levi, your captain and soon to be squad leader. His arms were crossed, and you gulped upon taking notice of how his biceps strained under the grey linen of his button up. You quickly flickered your focus back to his eyes before he caught you eyeing him up.

“Just sparring,” Eren hadn’t released the grip on your hand, nor had he noticed he was still holding onto your palm as he addressed the superior. “Prepping for the mission tomorrow.”

Levi frowned, “And who told you it was okay to do so when I gave you cadets instruction to clean the headquarters from top to bottom?”

You pulled your hand from Eren’s as you responded, “Sorry, Captain Levi. We’ll get on it right away.”

Levi only let out a displeased ‘tch’ as he turned on his heels, walking away without further commentary. Eren shot you an eye roll, and you held back a snicker as the pair of you followed shortly after the ravenette. Maybe the two of you had snuck away to leave the rest of your comrades to attack the former Survey Corps headquarters with dusters and cleaning rags, not wanting to participate in your weekly assigned duties. Eren had been adamant in the cobwebbed hallway on the second floor that he had to practice his hand to hand combat, just in case your squads ran into some problems on tomorrow’s mission. You had eagerly agreed, wanting to be as far away from the unsettled dust that assaulted your nostrils, itching at your allergies.

As the three of you entered the building, Levi abruptly turned to the two of you trailing behind him, you and Eren jumping in fright, “Eren, go to the dining hall, you’re going to wipe down underneath all the tables. As for you, brat, you get the honor of cleaning my room.”

Eren shot you a sympathetic look discreetly, nodding to your captain as he hightailed it to the hall.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, alone now with the captain. He studied you for a brief moment, gesturing with his head for you to follow him. Your feet moved before your mind could will you, and the soft thuds of your footsteps across the wooden planks of the floor was all that was heard. You snuck glances at the man before you, taking notice that his undercut was slightly grown in, his longer hair uncharacteristically out of place. Levi looked disheveled in a way, his tan leather jacket creased.

You opened your mouth to make a comment, but decided against it in the end. You were going to offer your assistance, to help freshen up his fade and to do his laundry, but figured Levi was a grown man who could take care of himself. You had a soft spot for the man, humanity’s strongest soldier. You knew a title like that came with a weight you could not fathom, especially after the horrors you had seen at Trost when the titans broke through the walls. You could remember everything so clearly, almost as if it was happening right now. You had nearly died that day.

Your older age amongst your fellow cadets was not one of gain you found out. After learning about the tragedy of Wall Maria, the wall closest to your village, it inspired you to join the Survey Corps in order to help the world. Humanity was dying, almost completely obliterated. Distant family members had died in Shiganshina that day, and the reality of the titans weighed heavily on you. How could you sit idly by as the world you knew was being destroyed before your very eyes? What would’ve happened had that attack been on your small village instead of the Shiganshina district? How would you have protected your own?

So with those thoughts in mind, you joined the training corps. Your parents had disagreed with broken hearts, knowing the likely fate of your choices. Your mother had insisted that you were of ripe marrying age, and that they had no other children to carry your family name. They begged and pleaded for you to settle down and find a husband, to help humanity in a different way by bearing children. You knew this was just a fantasy, and you knew it would be entirely possible that if you were to follow their wishes, the family you would create would be devoured and destroyed. This was the only way you could help, no matter your age or being in your reproductive prime. You needed to slaughter the titans, one by one until none remained. You kissed your beloved family goodbye the day you left for training, and you frequently sent them letters to let them know you were well and alive. One day, they all were returned back to you as you sat in the barracks, and one of the captains informed you that your village was destroyed, your parents and friends from home all dead.

You thought of them as you sliced through a five meter titan’s nape in Trost, your first kill. The citizens of the district ran stampeding in retreat, and caught up in the heat of it all, you had failed to account for the seven meter barreling behind you. When it’s burning fingers wrapped around your body, you sobbed, preparing to meet your family in the afterlife, whatever that would look like. You could feel the hot spats of drool hit your cheeks as the titan opened its mouth, bearing teeth and a cruel grin, and then suddenly, you were flying, caught in the arms of a savior. You stared in disbelief at the cut off fingers on the graveled stone of the street, to only be brought out of this state as Mikasa held you close and questioned if you were alright.

After the dust settled and the casualties were counted, you could feel a fire blazing deep within you. You never wanted to be vulnerable like that ever again, you wanted to be strong like Mikasa. Then, you met Captain Levi. You didn’t know much about him, but his reputation spoke volumes. You wanted the strength of the Ackermans whom you so deeply admired. You begged Commander Erwin to be assigned to Levi’s squad, and your wish was granted. You had been in the top rankings of your class, and you had a solo kill under your belt, aside from the near fatal clutch of another titan. Most of all, you had survived, a bigger feat than most of your comrades.

“Oi, you done daydreaming?” Levi’s cool voice brought you out of your train of thoughts as you arrived outside a wooden door, presumably his temporary living space.

“Sorry, just thinking,” you mumbled as he opened the door.

“Didn’t think you were capable of that. All the supplies are in the box on my desk, I want this room spotless, I don’t care how long it takes,” your captain grumbled as he made strides to his desk in the center of the room.

The room was fairly large, a double bed pressed against the left wall and the dark wooden desk was littered in paperwork. Half filled bookshelves lined the right wall, some mismatched couches and chairs filled the empty space. Honestly, the space was nearly perfect, even the bed was made. You knew better than to point this out to your superior though, so you had simply nodded and began to sort through the various cleaning supplies.

The scratch of Levi’s pen filled the hour long silence as you worked, dusting every surface and wiping it down with disinfectant spray and an old rag. After sweeping thoroughly, you flickered your eyes to the single window in the entire room, surprised completely as the sun had nearly set. The two of you were probably going to miss dinner, you realized as Levi poked his head up from the pile of papers he was concentrated on, a clear look of distaste on his features.

“This is what you call clean?” he spat, running a hand through his bangs. “Mop the floors, cadet.”

You sighed, feeling the subtle growl of hunger in the pit of your stomach. The mop laid in the left corner by the bedroom door, where you had found the broom. You swapped the two, picking up a bucket on the floor. You filled the wooden container with disinfectant, not seeing any polish in the box Levi had provided. He only rolled his eyes at seeing this, but said nothing. At least the floor would be clean.

Levi had lit a few lamps around the room to provide lighting as the sun dipped lower in the sky, swallowing the room in darkness. The floor was sparkling as you finished the last spot, a feeling of satisfaction filling your chest.

“Better?” you interrupted his concentration. He gazed around the room silently, face blank.

“Much,” Levi finally spoke. “That’ll be all, cadet.”

You smiled, setting the cleaning supplies back to their original locations, “Do you want me to bring you anything? I’m going down to grab dinner.”

Levi’s eyes widened at the question, not expecting your offer, “Some tea would be fine. Don’t fuck it up either, brat.”

You nodded as he dismissed you, and you treaded down the stairwell from the second floor to the kitchens. Some of the other cadets littered the dining hall as you passed, seeing some of your comrades laughing at a table, but you paid them no mind. In the kitchen there was hardly any leftover food from the dinner, scraps of potatoes sat in a large bowl on one of the counterspaces. You sighed, scarfing down whatever was available while you set a rusted kettle to a flame. The water was boiled within minutes, and you poured it over tea leaves in two teacups. You cleaned up your mess, and made your way back to Levi’s room.

You knocked twice on the door, hearing his grunt to signal you to enter. Levi was still positioned in his chair at his desk, head in his hands as he scanned over his documents. You placed his cup down silently, ready to leave the man to his work.

“Why are you here, cadet?” your captain called out as you went to open the door.

You turned your head to look at him, his eyes never leaving the words of his papers, “What do you mean, captain?”

“The Survey Corps,” he clarified, finally making eye contact. “Why?”

“To save humanity, sir?” you didn’t mean to speak as if you were questioning him, but your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He scoffed, setting his paperwork aside, “Humanity, huh? You’re a bit too old to be in the graduating class you’re currently in. Why join now?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m confused,” your body was facing his entirely now. “Why are you asking me these questions?”

“Because it doesn’t make sense,” he more so mumbled to himself. “You shouldn’t be here. You should be pregnant with your first born, with a husband. Instead, you’re here, trying to fight titans.”

“With all due respect, Captain,” your voice was laced with controlled anger. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“Aren’t you scared?” Levi continued, ignoring your question. “You could’ve picked the easy way.”

“It would’ve been in vain. My village was wiped out shortly after Wall Maria fell.”

He hummed, his hands coming down to rest on the wooden notches of his desk, papers forgotten, “You were in the top ranks. You could’ve joined the military police.”

“And hear how my comrades died instead of helping them?” you gawked.

“It’s a lot better than watching.”

You shut your mouth then, lips pressing tightly together. You didn’t understand why your captain was questioning you like this.

“I see the way you are with them,” his tone softened, not looking you in the eyes as he spoke. “How you all are.”

“Just because I’m friendly doesn’t mean I’ll forget the purpose of the scouts,” you said defensively, crossing your arms. “I have my own ass to account for.”

Levi pushed off his chair suddenly, scraping the just mopped floor and jolting up to his legs, “You have no idea what it’s like out there. Your friends are going to die, cadet. There’ll be nothing you can do to save them. Are you prepared for that? Collecting their bodies, or whatever’s left of them to take home to their families?”

Your mouth went dry, jaw slacking, “Captain, I know what loss feels like. My family is dead, some of my so called ‘friends’ died in Trost. I know what I signed up for.”

He scoffed, circling around his desk to stand a few feet away from you, “Haven’t you seen enough?”

“Are you trying to get me to quit the Survey Corps?” you asked incredulously.

“Yes. You don’t belong here,” his tone was rough as he spat at you. “Go find a husband. Get the fuck out of the military.”

“I don’t want to,” your anger simmered as you stared down at your boots. “I don’t have a home to go back to. I can’t leave. I know the other cadets aren’t my friends. I’m just trying to make the best out of my life before I die. I know I’m going to die. What’s so wrong about trying to find comfort in others?”

“You are a fool,” he seethed, teeth clenched. “You want to die?”

You shook your head, not bothering to keep the conversation going, “I’m going to bed, Captain. I’ll see you tomorrow for the mission.”

“I didn’t dismiss you, cadet,” Levi towered over you now as your hand wrapped around the doorknob.

You brought your fist up to your chest in a salute as you began to exit, “With absolutely no disrespect, I’m exhausted. Have a good night, Captain.”

You pushed the door shut in front of you as you stood in the hallway. You knew you would be getting an ear full from Levi in the morning, but honestly, the conversation was beginning to stir up feelings you’d rather not address. Intrusive thoughts filled your mind as you made your way to the first floor where your temporary bedroom resided.

You couldn’t answer Levi’s question because in a way, in a very selfish train of thought, you didn’t want to be a part of the titan’s world anymore, whether that meant death or something else. How easy it would be for you to greedily pack your things and leave the military and take refuge in some random village to live out the rest of your days, however long they would be. Or to just simply become fodder for the titans in your quest to rid the world of their reign.

Your uniform was folded on your bedside table, a cotton shirt and shorts on your body as you sat on your bed over the covers. You could hear the soft snores of Christa as she slumbered peacefully in the bed across the room, and you gazed over her body under her covers. You knew the people you trained with, fought with, grew fond of, were not your friends. How could they be? It’d only make things harder in the end. Like Levi had said, you might be the one collecting their deceased bodies after a battle. How could you ever grow close to someone that you knew their days were numbered?

The 104th cadets were your comrades, not your makeshift family. You had to remind yourself of that every time Sasha would ask for your leftovers, batting her big eyes at you. When Eren would spar with you, telling you how strong you were and commending you on how far you had come since the first day of the Training Corps. How Mikasa literally saved your life, and how you had admired her ever since. Armin’s unmatched potential and growth. Jean’s relentless taunting, giving you the nickname of gram because of your age. Connie, well frankly, just being Connie. Reiner and Bertholdt’s strong will and passion. Annie’s unwavering willpower and prowess. All the other cadets who you’d gotten to know so well, you had to constantly imagine their corpses as they smiled at you and tried to get to know you. So, you stayed back, opting to be alone at any opportunity, so their deaths would be easier to swallow when the time came.

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head to try and rid yourself of your thoughts. It was of no use, and with a sigh you pushed yourself out of your bed. You deemed it would be yet again another sleepless night, and you realized sadly you had left your tea cup in Levi’s office completely untouched. You didn’t bother to entertain the thought of going back to retrieve it, instead you slinked through your bedroom door and out of the headquarters.

The night air was chilly, and you felt regret for not grabbing your jacket on your way out. The moon was gone, a completely black night, and you could see the stars crystal clear. The sky was your favorite sight, especially on nights like this.

You found a nice patch of soft grass, and laid on your back to gaze up at the sky. This was always your comfort, even as a child, to go outside and watch the sky, day or night. Your mother would warn you that your eyes would fall out of your head if you stared too long at the sun, at the moon. You didn’t care, because in those moments you felt so free. Free of the walls that caged you inside, of the world around you. You were the clouds, the stars, the wind as it rolled past. Maybe you were never meant to be human, you mused. You were meant to be nature, never to experience the trials and tribulations of sentinel living. You were supposed to be free, all knowing and ignorant at the same time, existing without the weight of consciousness.

“Thought you were going to bed, cadet?”

You were startled by the boom of a familiar voice behind you, collecting yourself and clearing your throat, “I couldn’t sleep.”

Levi’s head bobbed into your field of vision, “Thought too hard today?”

You rolled your eyes, feeling guilty as you caught the action afterwards and hoped your captain wouldn’t find it as a disrespect, “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Why are you out here of all places, without a jacket?” out of the corner of your eye you watched as Levi brought himself down to sit next to you.

“I like watching the sky,” you put simply, trying not to make eye contact. “Makes me feel better.”

“About dying?” he said, and you knew that he wouldn’t let your previous conversation go. You decided to humor him, if only to get these thoughts out of your mind.

“Yes.”

“Like what?” he almost sounded uninterested, but from his line of questioning you knew he was anything but.

“I don’t want to die,” you admitted, digging your fingernails into the grass by your waist. “I don’t want to watch anyone die. I never wanted to join the military. I felt like I had no choice.”

“We always have a choice,” he leaned his back to see whatever had your attention draw above you.

“Either fight the titans or get eaten alive when they attack the walls?” you snorted. “What a hard decision to make.”

“Why’d you join the Survey Corps?” he asked once again.

“I didn’t want my family’s death to be in vain. I had cousins, aunts and uncles in Shiganshina.”

“What about your death?”

“I hope it’ll mean something,” you breathed, feeling your chest get tight. “I hope this all will mean something.”

Levi looked at you then, a glimmer of something you couldn’t identify in his eyes, “You sound like Erwin when you talk like that.”

You made eye contact, a small smile on your lips, “The Commander’s an amazing man. I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

Levi scoffed, “Take it as you will.”

“What else could I do? I’m trying so hard to make a difference, to make life easier for others so they don’t have to suffer this fate. Isn’t that why we all joined the Survey Corps?” you continued your train of thought. “Maybe we all have a death wish. Fuck, I know I have one. It all just fucking hurts, Captain. I can’t help but think of others all the time, of all the loss and the grief they've gone through, what I’ve been through. At what will keep happening until all the titans are gone for good.”

“Why the sky?” he changed the subject, seemingly bored of your repetitive narrative.

“Because there’s no titans up there,” you joked without humor. “There’s no walls, no boundaries, no rules. It’s never ending. Where are the stars? How does day and night occur? Where does the moon go when the sun’s out? It amazes me, that’s all. Makes me think of how big the world is, of what’s out there besides this.”

“You think too much for a brainless brat,” Levi grumbled, laying on his back and joining you.

“I know,” you chuckled, turning your body to face him. “Wish I could turn off all my thoughts, it would probably make life a whole lot more livable.”

He hummed, eyes drawn in to your face, “I understand. What you said earlier, too, about finding comfort in others.”

“What do you mean?” you propped your head on your hand and you positioned your elbow to support you.

“I guess I never thought about it before tonight,” he blinked, expression unreadable. “Life as a soldier isn’t a comforting one. I guess that’s what I was trying to tell you about.”

You read between the lines of his words, recognizing it as his form of an apology, “I know. But it’s still the life I chose. At least I’m trying to make a difference, we all are.”

“Y’know, I’ve been paying attention to you for some time now. I didn’t understand when Erwin came to me and told me you had asked to be put on my squad. I took a look in your file, and I saw you after the attack on Trost, and I still didn’t understand,” Levi spoke slowly. “I don’t think I get you at all, even now.”

“I don’t think I understand myself,” you laughed dryly, returning your attention to the sky.

“You should get some sleep, cadet,” he advised softly, pushing himself off the ground. “And for fuck’s sake do it soon, I won’t be taking care of your ass if you get a cold.”

Levi stalked off before you could utter a response. You sighed, and decided his words were wise enough to follow. A few moments after your captain had left you, you followed his pathway back to the entrance of the former headquarters. You entered, making a hasty retreat back to your room where Christa was still knocked out cold.

Under your covers, you replayed your conversations with Levi. You still couldn’t figure out why he had questioned you like he had, why he even cared in the first place. Maybe it was his own gnawing curiosity, trying to understand why some random twenty-something year old girl insisted on being in his squad like you had. Maybe, you thought egotistically, you had your own reputation. You inwardly snorted, probably not.

Images of your captain under the moonlight played beneath your eyelids as you finally managed to drift off into a dreamless sleep.

The mission had gone horribly wrong. At least for you, to be honest you had no idea where the rest of your comrades were as you raced on your horse, desperately searching the sky for flares. You hadn’t seen a single one in a while now, at least ten minutes, and your heart was thudding hard as thoughts that the entire fleet of soldiers you had joined had been decimated. You were completely alone, the walls distant behind you. All you knew is that you couldn’t stop, couldn’t turn around or else you’d really be lost.

The 104th had stayed behind at the former headquarters, this having been a smaller expedition to clear out some titans before the planned 57th expedition in a few weeks. Levi, Oluo, Petra, and Gunther, as well as a few other squads accompanying you, were in a near perfect formation when an abnormal titan had broken through, killing a few unnamed soldiers at your side that you had never met before today.

In the far left distance, you could see a large forest full of trees. Your jaw slacked open, relief running through your veins when you caught sight of some men on horses heading that direction. Green flares shot up high in the sky, and you pulled the reins of your mare to follow. Your plan was brought to a screeching halt though, as you heard the thunderous footsteps shake your horse, and your body. You threw a glance behind your shoulder, a ten meter titan running straight towards you. You reached to your side quickly, shooting a red flare above you to warn any close by comrades.

The titan was gaining speed, about a dozen yards now behind you. You really wanted to avoid confrontation was much as possible, but as those yards closed between you and the titan, you growled and prepared yourself. You gave your horse a soft pat on her neck, and heaved yourself to stand on the saddle. You gaged your surroundings, seeing complete flat plains all around you, not an ideal situation for fighting at all.

Your odm gear shot you straight to the titan’s legs, a plan instilled in your head on the best way to take it down. It was fairly thin and muscular, but you decided it was just a plain titan as it dumbly stared at you with its wicked grin. Your dual blades locked in your hands now, you swung behind the titan and sliced through its ankles. The ten meter fell swiftly, giving you the perfect opportunity to land on its nape and kill it. It stilled completely beneath you after your swift cuts, and you ran as fast as your body willed you to rejoin your mare.

You placed your fingers to your lips, whistling as loud as you could. Your horse, at least 100 feet away, perked its ears and turned at a rapid speed straight back to you. She neighed as she reached your form, and you hauled yourself back on her saddle, kicking your legs for her to break into a full gallop to where the green flares still lingered in the air.

You didn’t bother to signal another flare in the air, seeing no other flares around you. As you neared closer to the forest, you felt incredibly relieved at the sight of your squad, now able to make out their faces. Petra waved her hands high in the air, about 20 feet away now. You saw Oluo, Gunther, and Levi, unharmed, as you got closer, bringing your horse down to a slightly slower gait, seeing no titans around.

“Are you okay?” Petra shouted at you once you reached the group. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m okay!” you spoke as fast as you could. “The other cadets I was with were killed by an abnormal, I got split up from them.”

“What was that red flare?” Oluo questioned, worry riddled in his eyes.

“It’s fine, I killed it,” you breathed shakily. “Where are the others?”

“Retreating back to the walls,” Levi answered, voice hard and commanding. “We’re out of blades, and there've been too many casualties. The others have the deceased’s bodies.”

You and your squad nodded, and with no further delay, you broke your horses into a full sprint back to the walls. The sun hung low in the sky, sunset merely a few hours away. Now in a formation in the clear open plains, you noticed out of the corner of your eye some movement.

“Abnormal titan to the right!” you screamed, turning your head to watch the titan’s arms flail, running in an irregular pattern.

“Holy fuck,” Gunther’s eyes widened in horror, shooting a black flare into the sky. “That’s got to be a 15 meter!”

“Don’t engage!” Levi barked, eyes trained straight ahead at the walls. “Keep an eye on it!”

“Sir!” the four of you quipped.

It seemed the abnormal titan had other plans as it caught sight of the five of you, its pace changing with intentions.

“It’s heading straight towards us!” Petra called out, flickering her eyes between the running titan and your captain. “Orders, Captain?”

Levi kept silent, much to your horrors. It was only a few yards away now, speed not slowing. Levi’s attention was completely ahead, the walls almost in full view. You were so close, not close enough though and the abnormal titan’s legs moved faster.

“Captain Levi!” Oluo shouted, eyebrows shot into his hairline.

The titan was less than three yards away when Levi finally spoke, “Petra, Oluo, make it fast!”

You shot off your horse before Levi’s lips opened, his commands unheard by you. Your odm ropes attached right into the titan’s ankles, just like how you had done before. There’s a reason they called it an abnormal titan though you discovered as its fingers closed around the wiring of your gear, yanking the ropes out of its skin and hauling your body up.

You squirmed, mashing your buttons desperately to get your hooks out of its fist as you were brought to the titan’s mouth. It was an ugly son of a bitch, teeth on full display in its evil smile. You couldn’t believe how badly you had fucked up again, the titan’s other hand gaining momentum as it lifted to wrap its disgusting meaty fingers around you. You watched as the fingers were sliced off before they could reach you, and suddenly you were free falling as the hand holding your odm ropes fell from its arm. You redirected yourself back to its ankles, back to your original plan of taking out the nerves to allow the titan to fall, your nerves entirely shot, your adrenaline in full control.

Levi had both his swords drawn as he met you at the back of the 15 meter’s legs, “Are you trying to get yourself fucking killed? You should’ve let the others handle it!”

“I thought I had it, Captain!” you curtly shouted, cutting through the tendons and getting sprayed with steaming blood. The titan did not falter though, but thankfully you and Levi had created a useful diversion as Petra, and Oluo took out the titan’s nape. You and your group shot back to your horses as the titan fell from its height, dead on impact.

The opening of the gate of Wall Rose was a fucking blessing, and your squad couldn’t have ran through it any faster. You heard the roaring of the gate as it closed behind you, and you were choking on shallow breaths as you slowed your mare’s gait.

None of you spoke a single word as you returned to the former headquarters, exhausted after the adrenaline of your mission wore off. You returned your horses to the stables, where feed and water awaited them. Your squad practically ran off, and you were confused until you saw the pissed off look of your superior aimed directly at you. Gulping down spit, you turned on your heel, ready to take off.

Levi’s arm shot out around your bicep, harshly tugging you to stop your escape, “Are you a fucking idiot, cadet? What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I thought I could take out the titan by its ankles!” you defended quickly, gritting your teeth as his fingers dug into your clothed arm. “It’s how I took out the other titan I killed, Captain!”

“You better learn quickly that all titans are not the same! Or did you not learn that in training?” Levi growled out between clenched teeth.

“I thought I could take it out,” you grumbled, ripping your arm out of his grip.

“You betrayed my orders. You listen to me and my commands, cadet,” he spat out, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes burning holes into yours. “Remember your place.”

You pivoted yourself away from your captain, trotting ahead to head inside the headquarters, voice laced with malice as you grumbled, “I’ll do as I see fit.”

This would be the second time Levi hadn’t dismissed you before leaving him behind, you realized as you arrived at the communal bathroom. You sighed heavily, leaning back against the closed door, completely alone. Thankfully, it was very late in the evening, and if your comrades weren’t in bed already, they would be heading to sleep soon. You were so relieved to get some much needed alone time, especially now that you had such a terrible day.

You changed out of your blood soaked uniform, not bothering to fold it as you laid the clothes on the floor. Stark naked, you began to fill the bathtub basin with running water, a very rare luxury due to the previous care when the headquarters was up and running. With the porcelain half filled, the water steaming, you sunk your aching body into the scalding bath. The water turned a deep pink as you scrubbed your skin with a rag that had been resting over the rim. You untied your hair and dipped your head back, threading your fingers through your knots after generously coating the strands with soap. You drained the dirty water, refilling it back up now that most of the dirt and blood had been washed away. The tub held a pastel pink hue now, but you felt much cleaner and you sunk back in the tub, stretching out as much as you could.

You didn’t dare close your eyes for too long, picturing the events of today. You didn’t try to reflect on the lives that had been lost on today’s mission, the strangers you never had the pleasure, or perhaps displeasure, of getting to know. It made it easier in a sense to forget, to keep pushing forward. Still, the gore and the cruelty of what being a part of the scouts was truly about haunted the corners of your mind as you absentmindedly rubbed soap along your limbs. Maybe you were trying to wash away these memories, too.

Half an hour later, you decided it was time to dry off and get into comfortable clothing as the water cooled and your skin had pruned. You unplugged the drain, standing and reaching for a towel. Wrapping the fabric around your chest, you stepped out of the tub, feet leaving wet prints on the floor as you treaded to your bedroom, soiled clothes in hand.

An oversized white long sleeve hung off your frame, accompanied by your favorite cotton shorts as you sat on your bed, completely alone. Christa had briefly mentioned before your mission this morning that she’d be spending the night with Ymir, to which you were inwardly grateful for the promise of solidarity. As you sat hunched over, you found yourself longing for the comforting presence of someone, anyone, to distract you from the images that plagued your mind, no matter how hard you tried to push them away.

You jerked with a start as you pictured the angry face of your captain, feeling immense guilt pool in your gut. You had never spoken so much with Levi before yesterday, realizing the weight of your words and actions, reckless and undermining his authority. Maybe you owed him an apology, for if nothing else to at least calm your mind enough for sleep.

You didn’t remember the walk when you had arrived outside the captain’s door, or could recall if you had knocked before it swung open, revealing Levi’s surprised expression.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, nervously tugging at your sleeves as you avoided eye contact. “I’ve been disrespectful, Captain, and I’m sorry.”

“Cadet,” his teeth clenched tightly. “Do you understand what time it is?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you whimpered, legs ready for a moment's notice of a retreat. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave—“

Levi’s hand shot out to circle your wrist, and you finally looked up into his charcoal eyes, “Don’t, come in.”

You couldn’t protest as you guided you into his room, shutting the door behind you after you passed the entry. Levi was dressed casually, beige cotton shirt hanging off his torso, plain grey pants on his lower half. The bags under his eyes told you he had also not been able to fall asleep. He led you to sit on his neatly made bed, towering over you with his arms tightly crossed.

“I was on my way to check on you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What?”

“You didn’t knock,” Levi clarified, looking anywhere but at you. “I was already at the door. You’d seen a lot today. I don’t need my soldiers having breakdowns after every mission.”

He was worried about you, your breath halted in your throat.

“Oh,” you dumbly said.

“Seems like you did me a favor by coming here,” he mused, sighing as he ran a hand through his bangs. “Why can’t you sleep?”

“Thinking, again, about everything,” you crossed your thighs, body language signally how uncomfortable you were upon talking about these feelings.

“Your brain is going to cause you more grief if you don’t stop,” Levi’s spare hand grasped your chin gently, bringing your head up so you could look him in the eyes. “Why do you insist on being alone with these thoughts?”

“Captain, weren’t you just saying it’s a bad idea to have friends?” you could feel the pounding of your heart in your chest at his gesture, unsure of his intentions.

“Weren't you just talking about finding comfort in others?” Levi leaned down, you felt his breath against your lips as he spoke. “I’ve been paying attention to you for awhile, cadet.”

“You looked in my file, you told me already,” you whispered, unsure that if you spoke at full volume your voice wouldn’t quiver.

“No, I’ve been watching you. You’re not exactly quiet when you sneak out at night, y’know. I’ve seen you,” he hesitated briefly before continuing. “I’ve watched you cry all alone, how you try to distance yourself from the others. I was testing you yesterday, brat. I think I understand now, though.”

Your captain crouched down to meet you at eye level, fingertips never straying from your chin, and you felt your lip quiver as he rasped, “I understand, because I get it. You’ve always felt alone, haven't you?”

You nodded, scared to voice the truth, he continued, “I’m not going to explain myself to you, and if I hear a single word spoken about any of our conversations, I will personally sign your extermination paperwork. You’re different, you’re not like the others. You know what grief is, what pain and loss feels like. Your mission, your goals, it keeps driving you forward. Who couldn’t notice that?”

Levi scoffed, and you managed out a tiny, “Captain Levi.”

“Yes?”

“Why are you telling me this?” you could feel the harsh prick of tears try to escape your eyes, blinking furiously to not allow them to fall.

“Because,” he brushed back your hair behind your ear with his spare hand. “We’re exactly the same, and I can’t allow you to continue living like this, knowing where you’ll end up. Are you a virgin, cadet?”

“Yes,” you stuttered, thoroughly embarrassed.

“I am too,” Levi confessed, his eyes baring his soul. “I’m in my thirties, and I’ve never taken a woman to bed. All because of my mission.”

“My parents raised me to save myself for marriage,” your lips hung open. “But, they’re dead now, and I’ll probably never be married.”

“Cadet?” Levi’s hand came up from your chin to rest his palm against your cheek. “You talk about choices, you told me about how you never followed the path set for you. Why don’t you allow yourself some peace, some comfort? If not for yourself, for others, for your fellow comrades?”

“Are you asking to fuck me, sir?” your body felt heavy, uncomfortably numb but you couldn’t will yourself to move an inch, your mind was frazzled.

“I’m asking for permission to comfort you, both of us. I’m tired of being alone, aren’t you?” his face had fallen completely, and you were in awe of how open and raw Levi was.

You didn’t answer him, instead pushing his hands off of your face to capture his cheeks in your own hands, forcing your lips together. Fuck the world, fuck the titans, fuck every single thing that dared to bother you and your existence. You were tired, tired of denying yourself pleasures and comfort and basic human interaction. Who cared if you all died? Would it be for naught that you had never gotten to know your comrades? What would be the point in dying for your military if you didn’t have a motivation, a passion driving you? You were so fucking lonely, and Levi was too as he crashed his lips against yours, wrapping his long arms around your back to hold you closer.

You felt the older ravenette pull away for a moment, tugging his shirt over his head to reveal his scarred and muscular chest. You ran your fingers over his middle slowly, taking in every dip and every flex of his body. Levi was beautiful, and you felt honored that you were here in this moment, with a man who had heard more of your thoughts and feelings than any person before. He stopped your hands as they came to his pecks, pushing your arms high to remove your own shirt.

Your nipples hardened meeting the cold air, exposed now in the dim candle light. You didn’t dare cover yourself, nor did Levi let you get the chance. His hands were all over your chest within an instant, caressing and groping as his lips met yours once again. You hadn’t bothered to tell Levi that he was your first kiss, the first man to see you naked, the first man who had shown genuine interest in you and your body. Maybe you’d tell him later, but for now, you just wanted to quell the thoughts swarming your mind.

You stood quickly, maneuvering your lips to the side of his exposed neck. Your kisses were sweet, innocent and pure as Levi began to pull your shorts off, your panties accompanying the fabric. You kicked out of them as Levi grabbed the back of your head, groaning as he slammed your mouths together once more in an open kiss.

Your hands were everywhere on his skin, trying desperately to remember every single detail, knowing that this would most likely be a one time thing. You knew the risks of becoming entangled in a romantic relationship in the military, more so the scouts. Levi or you, or anyone, could die at any moment. This only motivated you further in your desire, ripping down his pants, mildly surprised to see your captain not wearing any underpants.

Levi breathily mumbled as he grasped your waist and led you flat on your back atop his bed, “I thought you were dead today.”

“I’m not, and neither are you,” you hushed his spoken thoughts with another passionate kiss. He tasted minty from his tea, smelled of woodsy musk from his obvious earlier shower, his touch so soft as he grazed your body up and down.

You felt his knees between your legs as he loomed over you, pushing apart your thighs at the force. His right hand stroked your cheek as his tongue prodded past your willing lips, swollen from his attention. His left hand ventured south, resting upon the curve of your hip, digging his fingers to feel the supple flesh.

“You’re quite beautiful, y’know,” he mirrored your earlier ministrations, placing sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck. “One of the reasons I was so fascinated by you, I couldn’t understand how you weren’t married.”

“Maybe in another life,” you simply put, attention drawn to how sinful his lips felt against your flushed skin. He sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, and a whimper left your lips at the contact. You could feel your center slicken, cold air consuming all of your exposed skin. Levi’s hand dared closer and closer to your desire, and you made out the distinguished poke of his manhood against your lower stomach.

When his fingertips nudged against your folds, Levi let out a groan of pleasure, “You’re so wet, cadet. I’ve barely touched you.”

“Captain, I need this,” you begged, your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him flush against you. “Please, distract me, make me forget.”

Levi felt no need to answer your pleads, instead allowing his fingers to familiarize himself with your most intimate of parts. His eyes stayed trained on yours, taking in every expression you made, one catching his focus immediately as his pointer finger circled the top of your folds. It felt like a button, and you started moaning desperately as he continued his circling.

“Feels good?” your captain asked, insecurity in the back of his mind.

“Yes,” you took your right hand away from Levi’s neck, grabbing his wrist that was in between your legs, dipping his fingers to your dripping entrance. “Need you here.”

He plunged his pointer and middle fingers in, and your velveteen walls clenched around him. You had pleasured yourself many times just like this, but the heightened pleasure of someone else’s knuckles deep inside you was incredible. No one had ever touched you like this before, looked at you so lovingly and so lustfully. His fingers scissored inside you, and you knew your patience would soon snap.

When Levi’s fingers curled upwards, you thought you were going to pass out. Your eyes screwed shut as loud mewls left your lips, Levi’s free hand covering your mouth. Your hips bucked upwards in his touch, hips rolling fast as your clit caught the fat of his palm. You could feel the familiar bubble of your climax, threatening to spill over as you arched your back.

Levi pulled his fingers from your weeping cunt then, so agonizingly slowly, “No, cadet. Not yet.”

You whined, pressure settling down in your abdomen as Levi took his soaking hand to his hard cock. You couldn’t believe that you hadn’t paid attention to his girth before, he was gorgeous. All the hard work and all the violence had sculpted your captain as if he were a statue. His length stood at full attention, pressed against his belly, his balls hanging in the free space between his thick thighs. You moaned at the sight of Levi stroking himself, seeing the glisten of your arousal coat him. He let out a strangled groan, before letting himself go, falling unceremoniously to capture your lips once again.

“You ready?” Levi asked permission, his kiss so sweet and tender, and you realized then the weight of all of this. You were about to lose your virginities to each other, he would forever hold a mark on you.

You smiled, so full of adoration, there wasn’t anyone else you’d rather be with right now as you spoke, “Yes, sir.”

Levi gripped the base of his dick, bumping the engorged head against your sensitive clit and through your folds as he coated himself more in your essence. You both knew this was going to hurt you, and had either of you not been in such a hurry, you’d take the time to mutually pleasure each other until your bodies were truly ready for this intimate act. There were no coherent thoughts in this moment, only pure passion and animalistic desire.

His tip sunk in, and you felt like you were going to be split in half. Your hands shot up to his arms, nails leaving half crescents on his biceps, your ankles hooking together on his ass as you tensed up at the pain.

“Relax,” he kissed your jaw with a groan. “Gonna’ take care of you.”

You nodded, focusing on his words instead of the pain. Your pelvic floor relaxed, and Levi was able to push himself deeper into your cavern.

“There’s no blood?” Levi questioned you curiously as he glanced down to where your bodies met, not moving even a centimeter to allow you to adjust.

The pain was quickly fading as you mumbled, “Probably broke my hymen on a goddamn horse.”

You both let out a breathy laugh, and Levi’s right hand came to stroke your cheek, pushing back your hair out of your face, “I’ll have to kill that horse then.”

You were rattling your brain for a witty response to your captain when Levi shifted, stroking his length backwards as your walls fluttered around him. Your face was no longer scrunched in pain, your eyebrows unfurrowed and your mouth hung open, feeling nothing but pleasure as his left hand shot to your pulsing pussy, thumbing your clit with the lightest of touches.

“Captain,” you stuttered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Feels good.”

“Yeah,” he pushed his forehead to yours, his own eyes closing as he pushed his cock back into your depths, so slowly.

You placed a gentle kiss to his lips for a brief moment, neck craning off the pillow under your head. You felt a cramp as he kissed you back, so gently and so softly. You moved your mouth to his jaw, peppering kisses along any exposed skin you reach.

His right hand stayed positioned to your face, his grey colored orbs opened, focusing on your face. You looked up then, and felt your heart hammering in your chest. Levi was so handsome, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes softened without the weight of reality crashing down on him.

“I’m glad it’s you,” your arms were still wrapped around his neck as you rubbed soft circles along the ridge of his undercut. His hips held such a passionate, steady rhythm as he continued plunging into you.

Levi didn’t respond, his hand angling your face to his again. Although unspoken, you could see in his face that he appreciated your words, his thrusts faster in pace now. You couldn’t stop the moans from exiting your throat, volume increasing as his thumb worked you with more pressure. He swallowed your noises with his lips, not even kissing, the two of you just breathing into one another’s mouth.

Suddenly the distance wasn’t close enough, Levi’s hand left the curve of your cheek to wrap his arm around the middle of your back, forcing your body completely against his sweating one. His lips began to work against yours, sloppy and messy as you kissed the man back with the same fever.

Levi’s pace was solid, deep and without error. Your hips tried desperately to meet his thrusts, his wrist in between your centers blocking you from doing so. Your captain didn’t even so much as warn you to stop, his thumb rolling faster against your now swollen clit, that same heat in your stomach rebuilding rapidly. The two of you were so lost in each other, your arms leaving his neck to wrap around his shoulders and forcing his head down to your neck where he lapped and peppered kisses to conceal his own moans. You did the same, lips attached to the curve where his muscular shoulder met his neck.

His touch was unrelenting, but you felt the unmistakable shutter as he plunged right to your cervix, goosebumps rising on his skin under your fingertips. You let out a muffled moan, your nails clawing at his back, your legs somehow tighter around his backside.

Levi’s thumb rubbed harder, so much faster now than his thrusts. Your pussy was fluttering rapidly now, clenching and unclenching around his girth, you were so close. You had a feeling your captain was as well, his pace increasing even faster.

“I’m cumming,” you pulled away from his shoulder to warn Levi, sucking the sensitive area of his neck.

Levi moaned in pleasure, bucking his hips hard into you, and this was what sent you over the edge. Levi couldn’t move even if he wanted to as your cunt gripped him so tightly, contracting so hard around his length. You could hear a string of curses and ‘ah’s from his lips as your hips bucked wildly into his hand, rubbing your clit along his stilled thumb. You’d had plenty of self given orgasms before, but feeling completely filled as your walls fluttered around something was a pleasure you knew you’d be seeking again.

Your teeth were sunk into his neck, and Levi was finally able to continue his strokes as your orgasm slowed, your body limping. His thumb started once more, and you were whimpering at the overstimulation, your contractions not even done. He was pounding into you now, growling into your neck, you could feel the sharp clench of his jaw dig into your shoulder. It didn’t take you more than a minute to build up another orgasm, and as the new waves of pleasure slammed into you, Levi was pulling out.

You came around nothing as Levi rutted into your stomach, feeling the smear of hot cum rub against your middles. He was bucking desperately, moaning and whimpering. The sounds he made paired with the nonstop movement of his thumb only heightened your pleasure, your left hand coming to caress the back of his head.

He removed his touch from you, taking his dripping hand to your waist as his thrusts against your stomach slowed. It crawled under your back to meet his other arm, and he placed sensual, slow kisses to your neck. You did the same, thanking him non verbally. His head lifted, eyes half lidded as he placed his lips to yours, locking them in a saccharine embrace. He pulled away after a few moments, sliding off of your sticky body and out of the bed. Your arms fell to your sides, and he slipped his pants on, avoiding the area of his lower stomach where his cum was drying quickly. He rushed to his dresser, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping himself down quickly, returning back to your body to clean your middle as well.

“You’ll probably need to shower,” Levi broke the silence as he pulled the rag away, his empty hand roaming the curve of your side.

“Probably,” you mumbled in bliss, enjoying his light touch. “I’ll get up in just a minute.”

“You could stay,” Levi offered awkwardly, halting his movements.

“It’s okay, I think I want to be alone,” you smiled, your brain foggy. “Also don’t need rumors to start up if anyone sees me leaving your room in the morning.”

Levi only hummed as you pulled your naked body to a full stand, reaching for your discarded clothes. You pulled your long sleeve over your head first, the edges brushing against the tops of your thighs, stepping into your panties and shorts quickly. The silence was almost overwhelming, neither of you sure of what exactly to say.

“Captain Levi,” you finally spoke, ready to depart. “Thank you.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling your body to his with no real force, kissing you passionately. You kissed him back hungrily, and had you been more experienced, you would’ve felt the flicker of sparks deep within your stomach, a signal of unconscious feelings sprouting within you.

You pulled away from him, a smile playing at your lips as he spoke raspily, “You know where to go if you don’t want to be alone.”

You threaded your fingers through his open palm, bringing his knuckles to your lips as you placed a soft peck to the back of his hand, “I will, Captain. Goodnight.”

The heat of the sun beat harshly on your back, your body in a full ache as you dodged a punch from Eren. You went to lift your leg into a kick, a yelp leaving your lips at the feeling that you were going to rip in half, and quickly shifted your hips to plan a new attack. Thankfully, your fake out worked, seeing Eren prepare himself for your leg, not for your first to go flying into his gut.

With a loud groan of pain, Eren laid flat on his back in the dirt. Your chests heaved, sweat dripping down your skin, and you extended your palm to the younger boy. You had won this spar, and Eren huffed as he smacked his hand away playfully.

“I had you last time! I can’t believe I lost again!” he complained, eyebrows furrowed as he screwed his eyes shut in a fit.

You laughed then, crossing your arms over your chest, “You got lucky, Jaeger.”

Around the two of you, all the cadets were still in their own sparring matches. Even in your weary state, you had been the first match finished, and you feel a swell of pride. You were getting stronger, more fit to survive the harsh reality of this world.

“Cadets,” Captain Levi made himself known then, stepping forward from the row of squad leaders, unbeknownst to you and Eren he had been watching with a trained eye the entire fight.

“Captain!” you saluted, Eren lazily following along silently.

Levi’s eyes lingered over you for a minute, before shifting his attention to Eren before scoffing, “Pathetic, Jaeger. You need to work on your form.”

You tried desperately to hide a smirk, eyes lit up in amusement as Eren frowned deeply, sighing, trying not to lash out on your superior. Levi continued, “Cadet, good job.”

“Thank you, Captain,” you smiled brightly, now trying to conceal the oncoming heat of your blush flaming up your neck, licking the tips of your ears.

“However, never let your guard down after you think you’ve won.”

The sound of your skull cracking into the ground beneath you sent your vision in a dizzy frenzy. Levi hovered over you, and you could make out the lingering feeling of his boot hitting your stomach, causing you to lay flat on your back. The sun was high in the sky today, not a single cloud in view or whisk of wind felt.

“Ow,” you heaved, bringing yourself into a seated position, hunched over. “What was that for?”

“You can’t always predict what a titan’s next move is going to be,” Levi cooly explained, crouching down to meet your eye level. “This is how you fucked up, both times, with an abnormal. You have to pay attention. You can’t let yourself get caught up in a victory. Understood, brat?”

You nodded, feeling your ears grow hot as multiple sets of eyes watched on in curiosity, “Yes, sir.”

“I’ll see you in my office after dinner for your punishment,” his eyes twinkled, a hint of a smirk on the corner of his lips. “Cockiness is not befitting for a brat like you.”

You groaned, biting your tongue to hold back words you knew would come across as disrespectful. You didn’t see what you did to deserve a punishment, but you huffed as Levi strolled away, yelling at Eren about something. Probably about his smirk when he watched you fall on your ass.

Turns out your punishment was anything but, instead a much rougher fucking left your body nearly in shambles. This became a routine, instead of traveling outside to stare at the stars and lose yourself in your thoughts, Levi’s body became your comfort, your relief. He felt the same, pouring his loneliness into your willing body as he claimed you night after night, week after week.

He’d tell you sometimes in the afterglow of your orgasms that this was strengthening the squad, this was for the betterment of the scouts. Because what better way was there to build trust? You’d listen half heartedly, knowing this was all an excuse to rationalize why you continued seeking each other’s comfort.

Levi was soon fiercely protective of you, and you unconsciously him. This was reinforced after the 57th expedition failed horribly, the faces of your deceased squad members haunting your dreams every night. Levi would hold you as you sobbed through the nightmares. It hurt, so fucking much. Levi would whisper to you that you just had to keep moving forward. You would nod your head and listen. Your captain knew best, and you were finding it harder every passing day to pretend that he didn’t.

You didn’t try to make sense of your relationship, just letting it exist. Some days you’d push him away, others you’d pull the ravenette closer to your body. Caught between wanting to leave the man you’d realized you’d fallen in love with, or go into hiding away from the military with Levi and marry the son of a bitch. You liked to think he felt the same, his words few, but his acts spoke volumes of his feelings.

And when you laid limp on the battlefield, titan corpses steaming around you, your breaths shallow as your tired body began to prepare to shut down, you smiled. Everything all at once came flooding to you as you stared up at the sky, completely alone.

You blinked at the clouds, painted so pretty in pinks and oranges at the setting sun. You could hear your name being screamed somewhere in the distance, the voice vaguely familiar. You felt relief wash over you as the large open wound on your stomach gushed an unbelievable amount of blood. Full of shock, your adrenaline keeping your pain at bay, you thought humorously that you had no idea you had that much blood running through your body.

Raven hair and charcoal eyes entered your hazy vision, and you kept that smile on your face. Your fingers reached up, reaching Levi’s soaking cheek, not being able to tell if it was because of blood, or tears. You smoothed your thumb under his eye, and you were being lifted. You couldn’t hear his words, only the dullness of sound as the world continued to slow around you.

You stared at the clouds, completely at peace. You had conquered your biggest fear, growing close to another, just to lose them. Images of Levi flashes before your eyes, his stoic expression, his commanding leadership, his sensual caresses, his passionate kisses as he poured all of his feelings out for you. You loved him, you realized. You were so happy that you got to experience this in this lifetime.

The colors of the sky blurred together, and you could feel the wind whisk around you as Levi shot off on his odm gear. You were finally flying in the clouds.

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