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[mdmraz]

"THE BLOOD MOON SYMBOLIZES THE DEATH OF A KING, BUT SOME BELIEVE IT SIGNIFIES THE NEED FOR AFFECTION."

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WHEN A GIRL FROM ONE OF THE BIG 4 CLANS HAS A SECRET EVEN SHE DIDN'T KNOW OF.

cw: 18+ content!! fem. reader, angst, nsfw, graphic violence, abuse, mentions of death and near death experiences, depressing themes

genre: enemies to lovers, ANGST

taglist: open!! (send a narcotics anonymous or comment)

⧉ chapters!

⌗00 - prologue.

⌗01 - first years.

⌗02 - mission one; part one.

⌗03 - mission one; part two.

⌗04 - the death of itadori yuuji.

⌗05 - in the making!

C11H15NO2

[mirconreadzztuff22]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝑀𝓎𝓉𝒽𝓈

an: since I figured this might be a series, I might as well make a masterlist just to make navigation easier for both you guys and myself, enjoy <33

[dividers made by; @sweetxmelody, @plum98 , @frenchkisstheabyss , @just-my-latest-hyperfixation , @firefly-graphics and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more , go check them out!! <33]

The Myths:

The Seven Myths + Hazbin + Oc’s As Incorrect Quotes (Most Of Them From Co09)

Theme Songs

Heights

Credibility [coming soon…]

𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 <3 (Lust Ring);

First Rosalina Intro

Rosalina General Information

Rosalina In The Wild

The Pup’s Lecture

Stayed Gone

Secret Relations

In Need Of Relief

Divorce

Petty (Rosalina and Jeopard comic) [coming soon….]

ᴊᴇᴏᴘᴀʀᴅ (Sloth Ring);

First Jeopard Intro/General Information

Divorce

Petty (Rosalina and Jeopard comic) [coming soon….]

EᖇᗯIᑎ (Envy Ring);

First Erwin Intro/General Information

Secret Relations

Do So As We Please. <3

Not A Violent Dog. [coming soon…]

Bolt (Erwin’s Hellhound):

Secret Relations

Do So As We Please. <3

Not A Violent Dog. [coming soon…]

ℝ𝕒𝕫 (𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕 ℝ𝕚𝕟𝕘):

First Raz Intro/General Information

𝒦𝒶𝒷𝓇𝒶 (𝓖𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓷𝔂 𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓰):

First Kabra Intro/General Information

Secret Relations

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛 (𝚆𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚐):

First Minataur Intro/General Information

Secret Relations

𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪 (𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓰):

First Andrea Intro/General Information

The Witch

an #2: I MADE THIS PLAYLIST A WHILE AGO BUT: here <33

[nrdmssgs]

Respectfully I need to rip off nikto's face mask and take a bite of his face😌

Masterlist

Love, this shit bites back. Let him as close as you dare to, take off that mask, tease him, you restless mischief. You think, you will be done after one playful bite? How wrong of you. How naive.

Nikto’s teeth raze your ear, that low chuckle rumbling through you. Such a light body - so easy to scoop, carry wherever he pleases. Or maybe just shove you against the wall, lock your wrists in a steel grip above your head, pin you down.

"A yeshcho raz smozhesh?*" You wouldn't see his grin, but smile lines brushing against your soft cheek will show you, how welcoming is he about your little teeth.

No need for a translation - you feel, it's a dare. Impatient, hungry and therefore rushed. No sense of tact in this man, no manners.

So you open your mouth in an attempt to leave a few marks down his jawline, but he's faster. Catches your lower lip with a growl, gives it a little squeeze. A warning. Or maybe an invitation.

And then he bites. Nikto doesn't even close his eyes as he drinks you in. You ever witnessed a heart of the blizzard growing dark? You're about to - just don't move away. Look him right in the eyes as he starts devouring you.

"A yeshcho raz smozhesh?*" - "You think you can do it again?"

[thebiggerbear]

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

masterlist squared

ask rules | kofi

first masterlist (full - link limit)

second masterlist (full - link limit)

third masterlist (ongoing)

raz's quick fix fics

unpredictable masterlist (Ian Malcolm x OFC multi-chaptered fic - ongoing)

currently musing for: Wade Wilson, Betelgeuse, Simon Riley, Captain John Price, Negan (will also write other characters though)

fandoms are in alphabetical order (Bad Samaritan, Beetlejuice, The Boys, Broadchurch, Call of Duty, Deadpool, Doctor Who, Good Omens, House of The Dragon, Jurassic Park, Marvel, Our Flag Means Death, Primeval, Prodigal Son, Secret Smile, Six of Crows/Shadow and Bone, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, X-Men)

current anons: 💙 ⭐️ 🍓 🕷 🦘🪷 🐝 🛐 🫶 🍃 🍞🐢🌒🎀🌈🐬🐍🍿🌌🐉🥐🐇🏅

[doumadono]

Jeszcze raz gratulacje, maleńka! Zasłużyłaś! Jestem taka w chuj dumna! A teraz mój requeścik:

feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there / Shoto Todoroki / blurb

A phone call - Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Synopsis: during one of Shoto's missions, you call him because you miss him dearly A/N: ah, dziękuję, kochana! Twoje wsparcie dużo dla mnie znaczy! ♥

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Two weeks have passed since your beloved boyfriend, Shoto, embarked on a special mission to Kyoto. While it wasn't unusual for him to be away for a few days, this time it marked the first occasion he had been gone for such an extended period. The days seemed longer, and the nights colder, leaving you feeling like a distant star, shining in solitude. Each passing moment brought an ache of longing, and you found solace in calling him, just to hear his voice and know that he was still there.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself sitting by the window, gazing out at the city lights, and the emptiness within your heart mirrored the darkening sky. You took out your phone, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed Shoto's number. Your heart fluttered as the line connected, and his deep voice greeted you with a soft "Hello?"

"Hi, Shoto," you replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed the ache you felt.

He sensed it immediately, "Is something wrong, baby? You sound a little distant."

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts, and finally opened up, "I just… I miss you. It feels like forever since I've seen you."

"I miss you too," he replied gently after a few seconds of silence, "but I promise, this mission will be over soon, and we'll be together again."

"Shoto, when will you be back?" you asked, a single tear rolled down your cheek as you missed your boyfriend much.

"I can't give you an exact date, but I promise I'm doing everything I can to finish this mission as soon as possible, Y/N."

The reassurance in his words brought a glimmer of hope to your heart. You longed to tell him how much you needed him, how his presence was like a lifeline, anchoring you in a world of uncertainty. But instead, you smiled through the tears and shared the little joys and struggles of your days, wanting to fill the void of his absence with your voice. "Can you stay on the line with me for a while?" you asked, your voice softening with vulnerability.

"Of course," he said, his voice a reassuring anchor in the storm of emotions swirling within you.

"I know you're doing important work, and I'm proud of you," you said, your voice soft but resolute, "I just… I wish you were here with me."

"I wish I were there too, Y/N," he admitted, "but know that every day I'm fighting to make the world safer, not just for us, but for everyone."

As his words resonated within you, you realized the magnitude of Shoto's love, not just for you but for the world. The admiration you felt for him swelled, and you found yourself yearning even more to be by his side, supporting him in every way possible.

As the night deepened, the conversation turned to fond memories and dreams of the future. Shoto shared how he tirelessly gathered information about a new group of villains in Kyoto, but when the night fell and he was alone in his hotel room, he couldn't help but long for you, yearning to feel your presence by his side.

"I love you so much, baby," he whispered.

You heard him yawn softly. "Go to sleep, tiger," you asked tenderly, "I'm sure you're exhausted after a day of intense work."

"Yeah, I think I'll try to catch some sleep," he replied with a hint of weariness in his voice.

"Thank you for staying on the line with me," you said, your voice filled with gratitude.

"Anytime. I'll always be here for you."

In that moment, you realized that love knew no distance, and the feeling of loneliness began to dissipate. With Shoto by your side, whether physically present or not, you knew you could conquer anything that life threw your way.

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[nerdieforpedro]

A New Tradition with Frankie

Frankie "Catfish" Morales x GN reader

Fanfiction rating: Teens and up

My blog overall is 18+ MDNI

Masterlist / Frankie “Catfish” Morales Masterlist

Summary: An adventure in baking leads to fun and laughter at your expense. But in the end, his smile is what matters.

Warnings: likely bad baking directions, jokes in very poor taste, cursing, Frankie having fun at your expense, domestic fluff

Notes: I wanted to give Frankie some fluff. In my previous Frankie Fridays, I've been having that man work through his trauma. He needed some pure fluff and laughs. I did look up how to make gingerbread cookies but unlike many of the wonderful baking posts by @avastrasposts I have no idea what I’m doing. 😆 I made a post yesterday about what my chocolate chip cookies looked like and I cannot be trusted with an oven.

Word Count: approx. 1.2K

The directions had been clear and you read them twice before starting. You even tailored your shopping list to them and had double checked you had all the ingredients two days ago. Why do they all look like piles of lumpy dirt?

Now the ginger, cinnamon, brown sugar, molasses give it the brown color which makes sense. The wet ingredients you added after the dry because that’s what they always did on one of your favorite shows ‘Nailed it!’ and you made fun of the bakers who dumped everything in at once. You swear you’re not like them. You promise. 

The dough sat in the fridge for two and a half hours. The minimum was two but you were checking emails on your phone and lost track of time. A rolling pin was bought for this, you hadn’t owned one, never needed one but you got one. A good one not from the dollar store, but from Target. Rolled out the dough, shaped the little gingerbread cookies, set the oven to 350 degrees and put them in, rotating them halfway so they would bake evenly. The cookies had been rising and rising and maybe they rose a bit too much, but maybe it would fall like a cake. They all rise and fall right?

But now, these cookies mock you, they’re huge, puffy, oblong. Not the cute circles you’d cut out less than 30 minutes ago. What can you do with them?

“Hermosa (gorgeous), I’m home. Benny lost to the Raz guy again. He’s really got to train harder.” Your husband walked in, setting his keys in the dish by the door and slipping his boots off. He was making his way to the kitchen. You threw a dish towel over the cookies in a vain attempt to hide them. He’s a pilot whose job it is to keep track of minute details that can disrupt a flight plan. You’re not hiding anything. 

“Hey Frankie. Benny lost again? Maybe he should take a break for a bit like you said.” You smiled, your fingers nervously tapping your thigh. He was scanning you and the room.

“Hermosa. What’s under the cloth? This isn’t the day you murder me for wearing shoes inside the house is it?” He laughed moving toward you and those abominations called cookies. 

“No. And I mention one time how I don’t like dirt tracked in the house and you go right to murder Morales. Jeez.” You crossed your arms in false offense before pulling him close to you by his arms. “You have to pay the toll, you know. Just gonna walk in this house and think you don’t. Mighty full of yourself sir.” You grinned and placed a soft peck on his lips. Frankie smiled and put an arm around your shoulders, deepening the kiss before stepping back, holding the dishcloth.

“I’m a man who pays his debts.” He took one look at the oversized cookies and doubled over in laughter. “Hermosa no, baby why? These are the gingerbread cookies you talked about? They look like…like..”

“Don’t say it…” You covered your ears. You’d hear him anyways, but it didn’t stop you from being mortified that he saw them and what you both knew they looked like.

“Like what came out of Santi’s dog after he gave him that kibble with the extra fiber..!” Frankie continued to bellow with glee, clumsy stepping back. Your hands went from your ears to your hips, face burning with annoyance but also glee that he was able to laugh so freely. It used to be difficult to get a chuckle out of the man when he wasn’t with his brothers in arms. 

“I used to like you Frankie. Damn it.” At this point, you’re biting your lips to hold back your own laugh. Morales is red in the face, starting to wheeze.

“Hermosa, you know I love you.” Despite his eyes starting to water, he’s stepping toward you, in an effort to get away from him, you move to the other side of the table when he easily uses his long legs to intercept and catch you from behind, nuzzling his chin in your neck while still chuckling. “I love you and your shity looking cookies.”

“You’re lucky, you’re cute and I’m a sucker for men who like my shity looking cookies.”

You finally gave in and giggled in his arms as he rocked you from side to side.

“Did you try them? Are they edible?” He asked, waddling back over to the cookies with you.

“I hadn’t tried them yet. I was so taken with what they looked like.” You admitted. 

The both of you agreed to break a cookie in half to try. Now standing side by side, you counted to three and bit into the cookie. It was warm, fluffy and actually tasted sweet. Like gingerbread.

“Damn mi vida (my life), they look horrible, but taste great. This is your first time making them right?” Frankie asked, chewing it and downed the other half. He kissed your forehead, leaving a few crumbs from his patchy beard which you brushed off your head. 

“Yeah. I wanted to try and make a tradition for us, and surprise you. I guess I did both. Not exactly how I planned though.” You finished your half of the cookie as well, licking your lips. Proud that you did at least make something that tasted good. In the midst of studying the cookies, you saw a glint of something. Turning, Frankie had pulled out his phone and was snapping pictures of the cookies. “Morales! Don’t you dare!” You lunged in an effort to grab his phone from him, he put his hands up and out of your reach.

“I gotta save the memory of these cookies! You understand mi vida?” That booming laugh of his returned as his hands snaked around your sides. You twisted your mouth, determined to let him know that you weren’t ok with him taking pictures of your baking disaster. But he was laughing so much more, more than he had been in months.

“Just don’t send them to the guys. Please Francisco.” His smile curved into a grin.

“I’m Francisco now? Well maybe I should, since I’ve been downgraded to Francisco.” He touched his prominent nose to yours, rubbing it slightly. It tickled and you drew back before rubbing yours against his. 

“I just called you by your name. I’m serious. Don’t. Benny still calls me Baby Legs from when I did shots with you guys.” Morales bites his bottom lips before digging his face into your shoulder, you feel the vibrations of his laughter on your skin.

“I know, I know.” He assured you when he picked his head back up, he put his phone in his pocket and placed his palm on your cheek. “Next time we’ll bake them together, alright mi amor (my love)? We’ll make it a tradition like you said.” You both took another look at the bloated cookies and laughed together, echoing so the neighbors could hear if they chose to.

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[levis-coffeecup]

chapter 28| The Aftermath

WC-4.5k

Summary

The underground is filthy and dark. Dim lights, dull alleys, and desperate hearts. A place Levi knows as well as the back of his hand, and a place he would do anything to get out of.

Chapters of life roll by and with the turn of a page, things drastically change. In front of him is the opportunity to live on the surface. And the flimsy bridge that he has to cross. From an uncivil criminal to a disciplined soldier.

But life on the surface seems tougher amidst all the mockery, civilities, and the gaping hole left in his heart, after the demise of his dear friends Isabel and Farlan.

Content/Warnings

canon- compliant, canon-typical violence, spoilers for No Regrets OVA, descriptions of PTSD, grief, depression, heavy angst and themes, strong language, self-hate, physical assault.

Author’s Note

Hiii guyssss,

This is the last chapter of the storyyy! And I can't wait for you guys to read it! (it's so hard to believe that I've finally completed this)

To everyone who's continued to put up with my erratic updates, I am so so grateful to have you here!! I hope this story was as enjoyable for you to read, as much as I enjoyed writing it!

This chapter takes place after the Rumbling, (aftermath refers to the aftermath of the Rumbling)

I hope you like this chapter as well! And this ending gives you all the feels lol!

Song for this chapter is The Joys And Sorrows Of Life by Johannes Bornlöf

Chapters

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23

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JUN 854

The city of Jinae looks different without the walls.

The sun is scorching, and the streets are a blur of the heat waves rising from the cobblestone. And somewhere in the distance, someone argues about the morality of the Rumbling.

Mae is tired, maybe it's the afternoon heat, or maybe it's just the baby in her tummy that has made her womb so big. She drags her feet through the alleys of the market, wiping the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand.

The produce looks fresh, excellent for the apple pie she's planning to make.

Raz trails behind her too, with a pained look on her face. She rests her hands on her knees, taking a moment to catch her breath. "Mae...You need to be at home resting... Instead of wandering in this horrible heat for a pie you want to make."

Mae halts for a minute, throwing a wistful look ahead at what's left of her lover. "But I want to make something for Levi... Don't you see how miserable he looks? He's not even spoken a word to me since he's come back from his mission."

And Raz presses her lips into a thin line, silencing her frustration.

"You know, the smell of my pies always made him happy. He would always take an extra slice when I wasn't looking." A warm smile crawls on Mae's face, and she remembers all the good times spent over pies and tea.

Her gaze falls down at the growing swell of her stomach. It's huge now, so huge that she can't see her toes when she looks down. And a cheeky grin spreads on her face.

She can't wait to make pies for both him and their child.

"Mae please," Raz sighs, tears well up in her eyes, and she increases her pace and catches up to her. "It's painful to watch you like this."

"Don't worry about me Raz," She beams with pride. "I'll be patient with him, I've always been patient with him."

What stands in front of her, is a ghost of what Levi used to be. His face is gaunt and pallid, and his sunken eyes are filled with emptiness. And yet she smiles back at him, patient and faithful.

The love in her eyes never fades, no matter what condition Levi might be in.

A couple meters away from her is an old lady sitting with baskets of apples. "Don't these apples look wonderful!" She exclaims, hoping to pull a reaction out of Levi.

The old lady smiles. "They are very juicy and crunchy, the best batch we've got in months."

"Ahh!" Mae exclaims. "It would make an amazing pie filling then, am I right?" She looks at him again, but no matter what she does, the lifelessness in his gaze never changes. And his mouth still remains pressed in a grim line, devoid of any hint of a smile.

Her patience runs thins, and her pregnancy hormones catch the best of her,

"You know it's rude not to reply back, DON'T YOU?" She yells, agitated. She's dripping in sweat, carrying her 6 month pregnant belly, and he can't even acknowledge her presence.

The people around her turn, caught off guard by her sudden outburst.

And Raz pinches the bridge of her nose. "MAE STOP IT!."... She scolds, as she grabs her wrist, and drags her towards the end of the market.

The walk is short and soon the scenery changes. The liveliness of the market drifts into the haunting silence of a cemetery.

And Raz pulls Mae through the hundreds of headstones planted over the grass, until she finds the one of the Lance Corporal. She knows the route like the back of her hand now.

The Lavender flowers they kept on his grave 2 days ago have wilted.

And Mae shudders as she steps closer to it. All her illusions shatter and she's held hostage to the cruelty of the world once again.

"N-No Raz," her voice crumbles, and she takes a step back, nodding her head in denial. " H-he was s-supposed to come back after the w-war."

The silence is haunting. And Mae recalls seeing this scene a million times before, in the dreams that would terrorize her sleep.

"I-its a bad dream... it's just a bad dream." she croaks, almost tripping on another gravestone behind her.

And she waits for Levi's arms to pull her out of this never ending nightmare. She waits to feel his tight embrace.

But there's only silence.

"He wouldn't have left me alone." The disbelief in her voice is palpable.

This is the reality of war. Some are lost, some are sacrificed, and some survive.

But rarely, do they remain whole enough to thrive.

"Enough of this foolishness Mae," Raz snaps.

It's the same routine everyday. With Mae pretending that Levi is next to her and alive, and Raz dragging her to his grave until she breaks down over and over again.

Her fingers latch onto Mae's wrist and she pulls her away. "It's been 2 weeks, and y- you need to take better care of your child.... come home with me right now."

But Mae stands paralyzed,overrun by the possibility of what could have been.

Her mind drowns in dissonance, and her heart outrightly rejects the thought of him leaving.

They were supposed to have two kids. They were supposed to open his tea shop as well. There were dreams she had nurtured with so much patience.

So how did they wilt before they got the chance to bloom?

And how did the plans she held so close to her heart become unattainable?

She feels numb. And she hides her voice in a broken whisper. " H-he can't leave me Raz... I-I gave him everything I could... A-all my love... All my e-energy a-and time."

Far away on the ground, lies a crumbled newspaper.

'Humanity's Strongest shattered to pieces due to a thunder spear explosion' it says. And just below the heading is an illustration of him, bleeding on the grass with scars on his face, and 2 fingers amputated.

The earth trembles. The lavenders grieve beneath their violet blooms. And the roses quiver by the tombs, lamenting the departed who rest beneath the hush of the graveyard.

"Fine then," Raz resigns, as she starts walking away ."If you're gonna keep being such a wreck then go be it. Come back to me when some sense has been knocked into your skull."

And Mae turns to the stone that is left of her lover. The moment draws, there's silence, loss and an unfinished promise.

Its gray falls dull compared to his eyes.

And then she breaks. Falling to her knees on the grass.

Grief leaks from her so violently, it frays her voice.

She sobs like a child who's lost in the dark. And his name falls from her lips like a dying wish. She whispers it over and over, as if saying it enough could bring him back.

Her ears crave to hear his voice. But there's nothing.

Languidly her arms drape around his stone. But the stone is cold. And Levi Ackerman is gone

A shining star in the colossal sky. So beautiful, so unattainable.

And just like she'd told him that day, he ran too fast. He left her behind.

When she opens her eyes again, there's rage in them. She wants to scream. She wants to hurt all over her body like it does deep inside her heart.

"You didn't come back to me, Levi," Her bitterness burns her into the edge of destruction and she punches his stone, until it makes her knuckles bleed. "How dare you break my heart like this?"

The wind turns cold, and darkness envelopes.

The grass is lush, and below that is Levi.

With no more loyalties, promises and responsibilities.

For years she loved the remnants of him. What was left of him after the Survey Corps took his best.

There were tales he didn't pay attention to. There were letters he didn't respond to. And she waited for years, hoping that one day he would come back with his duties behind him.

But the war consumed him before she ever could.

She didn't even get to see his body, before he got buried underground.

"I was saving all along to buy you your tea shop," Her voice shatters... "I almost had the entire amount." She traces over the carving of his name on his stone.

The walls are gone, and the world is at peace, but there's chaos in her life. And peace shall never touch her, not when the pain of losing her lover drags her into hell.

"What sins am I being punished for?" She weeps. Damned, absolved, condemned by her love. "Why am I always the one being left behind?"

The petals of the Lavenders she kept, fly off with the wind. The cold claws at her skin.

The road back is long and home is nowhere to be found.

And Mae lays down on his grave, with the harrowing void in her heart. Hoping the god of death blesses her with a visit soon, just like he did to her lover.

_______________________

The Survey Corps headquarters stand long forgotten.

The bricks, once a vibrant red, have faded to a muted rust, some crumbling and others overtaken by ivy and moss. The windows are translucent now, their glass fogged with grime, and dust.

The sun is long gone, and the headquarters look ghastly. But Mae doesn't want to go back to Raz, not when the sight of her and her husband living happily burns holes through her heart.

It takes her all of her strength to open the heavy door. The handles are rusted, and a cloud of dust welcomes her as she manages to push it open.

The interior of the headquarters is doused in darkness.

The fire from the torches is long blown off. The air is thick with the scent of decay and there's dust everywhere.

These hallways that were once vibrant with laughter and activity, are now soulless. Everyone's gone and an eerie silence has taken their place.

Levi would have hated seeing things this way.

Soon she reaches the gate of his quarters, and her heart shudders as she pushes it open.

The darkness is overwhelming, but she walks into it nonetheless. Just like the cemetery, grief awaits her here too,

All the time she's spent in these quarters makes them familiar. And even through the darkness she manages to walk to Levi's desk and pull a candle out from the first drawer.

The room comes alive with the flickering light of the candle. AndMae's eyes rove around, vision blurred with tears.

The ghost of his love haunts the bedroom, ever present in the bed that they made love in, and the couch where countless minutes were spent in silence.

It's a bitter reminder of how much she has lost.

And she wants to trash this place around.

His promise to save the world, ended up destroying hers.

And now she doesn't know how to live anymore.

Her grief comes crashing down on her, all over again. And Mae sulks, close to regretting her decision to be with him years back.

His room is exactly as she remembers, with a single bed under the window, and a small wooden cupboard on the opposite end.

And as she walks closer to it, her attention is caught by the fabric of his shirt that is pinched between the doors of his cupboard. He must have left in a rush.

She walks towards it, to shut it close. But as she opens the doors, a pile of his clothes falls to the floor.

He must have really left in a hurry, unless someone came in and snooped into his room.

It's a bit of a struggle to bend down, with her pregnant belly. But Levi hates messes and so she sits amidst the clutter of his clothes. Folding them in the same meticulous way he did it.

And that's when she notices the big cardboard box far at the back, kept at the bottom shelf.

It's probably all his belongings or a dump of his paperwork, but she pulls it out nevertheless, hoping to find anything that could give her closure.

The box is heavy and she puts it down on the floor.

The first thing she sees are all the letters she's ever written to him. Stacked in a tidy pile, in one corner.

Her breath catches in her throat. And the more she sifts through the box, the more she realizes that everything inside is just about her.

There's an empty box of a premium tea she got him for her birthday, and there's containers of all the spices she would get to make his food at the Survey Corps less bland.

There are books that she would read to him, and even a tag of a pair of socks she got him for the winters.

Her hands start to tremble.

Levi has preserved everything she's ever given him. Even the dried petals of the flowers she would gift him on his birthdays are neatly kept in an envelope.

Time slows down- and every moment is like a stab through her heart. Their entire journey as lovers passes through her eyes in a painful flash.

And she remembers being beyond the moon when she heard about the successful mission in Marley. Levi was alive, and he'd come back valiant.

She couldn't wait to see him again.

But then he wrote her a letter saying that Sasha was dead and to keep her distance, since Zeke was around.

She never thought that was the last time she would hear from him.

Everything that she once held close has been snatched, ripped apart from her heart. His presence has assimilated back into the soil that he came from

And she can only suffer, until she forgets the texture of his voice, and the butterflies she gets from his calloused touch.

It feels like the weight of the world has come crashing down on her shoulders. The feeling is agonizing. And she buries her head into the teddy bear she gifted him on the day he was shifting.

At the bottom of the box is an unassuming white envelope. It's paper isn't yellow like that of all her letters. And she gulps as she sees her name written on top of if, in his neat handwriting.

It feels heavier than usual, and her hand trembles as she breaks the seal open.

Inside is a single sheet of paper, folded neatly. And as she tilts the envelope to take the letter out, something metallic tumbles out, clinking softly against the floor.

Her eyes widen, and she slaps her hand over her mouth.

It's a wedding ring.... the same expensive, pearl ring that she saw in the market at Mitras.

Guttural sobs leak out of her mouth, and she wonders if the clenching inside her heart will ever stop. Because right now, her grief feels larger than the life she has ahead of her.

And with the last of her strength she opens his letter and reads it.

To my dearest Mae,

I remember the last time I was with you. The morning before I left

There was a heaviness in the air, wasn't it? You were busy making breakfast for me. And I could see the sadness that you were trying so hard to hide. For some reason I was scared to wipe your tears away, because a part of me knew I was the reason behind it.

It pains me to see you sad. It pains me to be away from you as well.

Today as I'm writing this, the world around me is on the brink of collapse. The future is so uncertain, and we don't know if Eren is on our side anymore.

I can't seem to read through anyone's intentions. Zeke is still an emotionless bastard, pretending to have compassion. And Eren... for once all the sacrifices I made seem useless. My squad died for this... Erwin died for this. A war seems inevitable, yes... and that is the only thing I'm sure of.

But this letter is not about me, it's about you.

War....Its destructive, its quick decisions taken against the fear clawing your mind. Its finding a way to win with a blade pressed to your neck. It's something you can never process until it finally ends.  All my life I've known war. All my life I've won things through violence. I've taken quick decisions, not having too much time to ponder. But I hope you know that after a million of quick decisions and unforeseen hurdles , you're the only one that's felt right.

Sometimes I wonder how I got to have you by my side for so long. I can't believe we've come so far together. But I believe my luck has run out and my reprieve is over. I'm a sinned man after all.

Lucky would be the man, who gets to come home to you.

All my life I've known to survive. But you taught me to take a break and live. Thank you for staying by my side, when I gave you a million reasons not to.

You asked me if I believed in the afterlife. And I said yes, because somewhere the concept of all the people I have lost being together, and me having the chance to meet them, gave me comfort. But what is gone is gone. It can never come back. And fantasies like the afterlife hardly bring much solace to me, now that I stand at the edge of this war.

But I still hope that one day I get to meet you again. If not in the afterlife, then in another lifetime perhaps.

If you're reading this letter, then I'm probably dead. There's now way I'd let anyone touch this letter if my body was alive.

So go and be with someone, who'll have the courage to wipe your tears away. Go be with someone who'll be able to give you the love that you gave me. Be with someone who'll write you letters everyday.

The promise we made that night is still etched in my head. And you know how I am with my promises. You best believe that I've kept my part and now it's time for yours.

This letter is long, I can't believe I've written all this much. I hope it makes up for all the things I've kept bottled all along.

This journey has been painful, but if given a choice, I would do it all over again.

I hope that we have left this world a better, a safer place.

So go, live your life. I know you have a habit of sulking, and you're probably crying as you're reading through this. So stay with Raz and be kind to yourself.

Go walk on the grass, when the sunlight is warm.

I'll be watching over you.

-Yours always,

Levi

_______________________

The sunlight slithers past the gaps in the curtains, forcing the darkness of the bedroom to fade away.

The light is overbearing and unwelcome. And Mae struggles to blink her eyes open.

It's been a week since she's caged herself in his room. And she's still here, lying in a pile of his clothes that are slowly losing his scent.

She believes she's cried so much that she's out of tears.

It feels like the pain she feels, has found its abode in her heart and permanently

settled there.

She's lost the privilege of being able to trace over his scars. Or taste his lips as she captured them in a kiss. She'll never be able to hear his voice again. And no amount of memory can make her feel the warmth of his skin.

He's gone from this world, and she has lost him forever.

The storm that ripped her life apart, has finally settled down, and Mae is getting used to living in the destruction it has caused.

She believes that the entire world's grief has been spilt through her eyes.

And the state of Levi's room tells. It's as chaotic as her mental state.

There are pages scattered all over the floor. His cupboard is open, and its contents are littered all around. The bed is a mess as well, filled with the clothes Levi once used to wear. And his blanket is wadded at the foot of the bed.

It's quiet as usual, devoid of the sound of his movements. Outside the window, a twig from a tree drops to the ground.

And Mae watches its fall, still devoid of the strength to step out.

Knocks on the door startle her and she stirs, forcing herself to get up. It's probably Raz.

She came looking for Mae, the next day, awfully guilty and embarrassed for leaving her all alone at the cemetery.

Raz was nice enough to get her food twice everyday. Without her, Mae's corpse would have been rotting on the bed.

But what awaits her on the other side of the door is not Raz. Instead, in front of her stand two burly men, armed with guns in their hands.

They size her up and the mess of the room behind her.

She must be someone close to the Captain. Her state can tell.

All of a sudden, one of the two is stepping closer. With his fists balled at his sides, and an evident scowl on his face. "Who were you to that Traitor of a Captain?" he spits.

And Mae narrows her eyes at him.

They called him a hero before and then they called him a traitor.

The courageous captain. He was rude and selfless, deadly and kind. Proud, humble, strong-willed and reckless. And he was also so much more.

He was the lives he carried on his tired shoulders. He was the strength to keep moving forward even in the moments that broke him

But at the end of the day, when he took off his ODM gear, and stood in front of her without the weight of the world on his shoulders. In his scarred skin, and his broken bones. With the tidiness of a maniac and the patience of a ticking bomb.

It didn't take a genius to realize that Levi was so much more than the glory of his battles.

All of a sudden Mae can taste the salt of her tears on her lips. "He wasn't a traitor...He fought for humanity, all of humanity," she chokes.

He was his bravery, but he was also his restless mannerisms. He was the piece of his mom's gown that he wore as his cravat. And he was the pink on his cheeks when she called him beautiful. There were parts of him that were only hers to love, and to accept.

He was her pride and joy. Her hope in this godless world. And if the Yeagerists weren't around, maybe Levi could have gotten some medical assistance and survived.

"If you are one of the Yeagerists, you're not welcome here." She hisses, absolutely appalled. And then her voice turns into something sadder. "It's not like he can harm you anymore."

And just as she's closing the door, the other soldier steps in, putting his body in the closing gap.

It doesn't take him much strength to push the door open. Afterall he is a member of the military and she's weak from all her grief.

Mae's eyes widen with fear. She would have never thought they would stoop low enough to hurt a pregnant woman.

But he has a softer look on his face, which somehow contradicts his rough appearance. "Ease off, miss. We're not Yeagerists." And then he throws a glare at the soldier before he huffs. "Also Samuel... cool down please."

"We're not Yeagerists, but it wasn't fair for Commander Hange to kill her comrades, and to side with the outside world." Samuel scoffs, brimming with resentment.

Turmoil is thick in the Eldian Empire now. There's always been two sides of a coin, and hostility has spread its claws, holding it's people in the vice grip.

"Sorry, his brother was killed at the Paradis Harbour... in the fight to take the flying boat."

And Mae stays quiet, replaying his words in her mind. She has no consolation in her heart for his loss. The flying boat took off... but Hange never came back, nor did Armin, Mikasa or Jean... For all she knows, they were also crushed, just like the outside world.

Ships were sent two days after the Rumbling to see what was left of the world. But it's been a month and there hasn't been an update yet.

Guess that tells plenty about the extent of destruction caused by Eren. She can't believe she used to once feed snacks to that nervous little child.

"We're the Royal Queen's guards." The calmer soldier speaks out again. "My name is Claus. And we're here to empty out the headquarters... The Survey Corps no longer exists, and so it's the Queens Order-"

"The Captain's belongings will go nowhere." Mae cuts him off. " I'm taking everything with me."

And Samuel laughs sardonically, eyeing her pregnant womb. "And who exactly are you to the captain... a road gig? I'm pretty sure the Captain never married anyone."

And Mae knows she's supposed to defend herself. But she can't. The thought of putting together a few words makes her feel like she's going to plummet.

The world has given her so many trials. It has tested her at every age. She's tired now, so tired that she just wants to rest.

Get up and face the world. The message comes to her like a ray of light, in pitch blackness.

Get up and face the world. That's what Levi has always done.

It's as if she can hear his voice thrum somewhere in the back of her mind.

And that's what she will do. For the part of him that's growing inside of her.

She raises her right hand to make their allegations stop. And the pearl ring in her finger shines bright in the sunlight.

"I'm the widow he left behind."

Author's note:

I see you've made it to the end:)

I know some of you must be surprised with Levi being dead, but Floch was the only one who thought Levi might still be alive, and Floch died, so I think the news that would have gone out to the newspapers would be of Levi dying.

Also let me know if Mae being pregnant came out of nowhere.

I had left small clues of Mae being pregnant in the last chapter (her crying so much because Levi was leaving and wanting him to stay, and her placing his hands on the swell of her belly). Don't know if it was obvious though, please let me know if I should mention it more directly in her thoughts in the previous chapter.

Please let me know what you thought of this chapter. Any comments really make my day, and I would love to know what you thought of the fic!

Many thanks!

Also since I'm a graphic designer and I really want to get into illustration, I will make a book cover for this book and get one copy printed for me (let me know if you would be interested to see that, just incase)

(PS: this is not the last chapter lol. I was just messing with you all lol. Last chapter will be out in 2-3 weeks as I'm still not done with it)

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 52 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 52 2023 or Week 208, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 52 2023:

Dark!Avengers fic (Dark!Avengers X Reader) by @chocolateeclairsmoralbackbone 🖤

Coriolanus fic part 1 (Coriolanus Snow X Reader) by @m0chaminx 💚❤️

Steve fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @fushic0re 💚

Stolen choices chapter 5 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @catch22inareddress 💚💙

Mischief giggle (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @deliciousangelfestival 💚

Coriolanus fic part 2 (Coriolanus Snow X Reader) by @m0chaminx 💚❤️

Legacy prologue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @just-dreaming-marvel 💚

Stolen choices chapter 6 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @catch22inareddress 💚💙

Shower (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sidechrevans❤️

Steve fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @haravath0t 💚

Dream a little dream of me part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @paperweight91💚

Stolen choices chapter 7 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @catch22inareddress 💚💙

Miguel being a provider (Miguel O’Hara X Reader) by @little-miss-dilf-lover 💚 ❤️

Off the page 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ❤️ 🖤

Voices of roses and ruin part I (Coriolanus Snow X Reader) by @americaswritings 🖤

Stolen choices chapter 8 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @catch22inareddress 💚💙

(Pumpkin) cream pie (Miguel O’Hara X Reader) by @runa-falls❤️

Voices of roses and ruin part II (Coriolanus Snow X Reader) by @americaswritings 🖤

Lack the back of my hand (Stucky X Reader) by @buckyownsmylife❤️

Stolen choices chapter 9 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @catch22inareddress 💚💙

I promise (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @amarabliss 💚💙

Accidents happen (Stucky X Reader) by @myfictionaldreams 💚💙❤️

Move (Margaery Tyrell X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms💚

Complete (Stucky X Reader) by @buckyownsmylife❤️

Campfire stories (Johnny Storm) by @chasingmidnights 🖤

Sweet like chocolate (Eddie Brock X Reader) by @raz-writes-the-thing💚

Wasted 10 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ❤️🖤

An empty land (Stucky X Reader) by @buckyownsmylife❤️

This isn’t your fault (Tara Carpenter X Reader) by @persevereforahappyending💚

After upsetting you (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Jack Rollins X Reader) by @ramadiiiisme

Oh simple thing (Stucky X Reader) by @buckyownsmylife❤️

I had my dance and now I'm where I belong part 6 (Steve Rogers X Reader, Bucky X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💚💙

As you wish (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rookthorne 💚💙

Dating Light Yagami would include… (Light Yagami X Reader) by @she-who-writes-for-multi-fandoms 💚💙🖤

Paranoia unveiled (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sevenwivesofrafecameron 🖤

Where have you gone (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckyownsmylife❤️

[machiavellli]

This is actually a mix of the week 2 and the week 3 of June, I’m sorry but I’m very busy/distracted rn and I didn’t read many fics in those weeks‼️🫶

Monday:

Commander Wolffe x reader by @vodika-vibes (yes. Just, yes.)

🍷 Padawan!Obi Wan x reader by @pickleprickle (OH MY. I READ THIS LIKE MORE THAN A YEAR AGO AND I SEARCHED FOR IT FOR SO LONG. I lost it because I changed account. AND OH MY. This is one of my favorite scenarios about him ever🧎‍♀️)

Padawan!Obi Wan x reader by @pickleprickle (oh🧎‍♀️)

Tuesday:

Commander Wolffe x reader by @corruptedmaiawrites (possessive Wolffe??? Jealous of Fives??? I LOVE THIS SCENARIO SO SO MUCH UHH)

🍷Commander Wolffe x reader by @nahoney22 (perfect. This was perfect)

🍷 Commander Wolffe x reader by @221bshrlocked (this is so well written. Wolffe is perfect here. WOW.)

Friday:

🍷Billy Butcher x reader by @raz-writes-the-thing (DAMN.)

🍷 Bucky Barned x reader by @navybrat817 (this has all the FEELS💯)

🍷 = MDNI!

Fics recs masterlist✨

[mdmraz]

"what's your type?" ᯓ "pretty, tall, sniffed."

"A STREET DRUG KNOW AS ANGEL DUST AMONG OTHER NAMES, IS A DISSOCIATIVE ANESTHETIC MAINLY USED FOR ITS SIGNIFICANT MIND-ALTERING EFFECTS."

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WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY; NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR DEALER OR SOMEONE WHO LOVES DRUGS MORE THAN THEY LOVE YOU.

cw: 18+ content!! fem. reader, heavy substance abuse and addiction, angst, nsfw, violence, mentions of death and near death experiences, depressing themes.

genre: dealer x addict, ANGST (this isn't only a smau!)

taglist: open!! (send a narcotics anonymous or comment)

based on true events!

contacts!

ALL HAIL SOSA 🙏🧎‍♂️🙌🙇‍♂️

elevator boys 🫦🤤👅🔥💯

moodboard!

⧉ chapters!

⌗00 - in the making!

MORE COMING SOON!

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[peacesells-imbuying]

hii ! can i possibly get something with razzle ? maybe cuddling him while watching a horror movie and reader gets scared and he comforts them ? :]

Love Razzle, this fits with fall 🖤 -> masterlist Has anyone watched The Fun House b4? What’s your guys favorite horror movie? 📺 not correcting grammar lazy :p @mickmars-bbg

It was fall season and October. Which only meant one thing. Halloween. Either you love it or hate it was unavoidable decorations filled the streets as the fallen leaves were everywhere. Razzle and I, we loved it. 

Razzle had the weekend off, so we took advantage of it by spending time together. With a horror movie. 

I turned off the living room lights, Razzle sat on the couch with a snack. It was silent as the moonlight shined through the window. “So what movie did you pick Raz?” I flopped down next to him eating his snack. 

“Uhh this random movie called The Fun House. Dont know, thought we give it a shot.” Razzle shrugged putting the cd into the player. Ah shit. I said in my head, I could handle any horror movies except for clowns. No way was I going to tell him though. “Oh, great!” I chuckled nervously. 

The movie itself was great from the acting to the setting. It was to unsettling for me. “They’re really dumb.” The characters were staying the night at a campy “funhouse.” It was a carnival theme, that’s when I knew I would shit myself. 

“Oh shit!” The stupid clown scared me as I held unto Razzle for dear life. Which startled him at first but he quickly hugged me back. Paused the movie and put his attention on me. “You okay?” I shook my head no.  I heard him turn the TV off and we both shifted into laying position. 

“It’s okay, look at me.” He softly smiled as I looked at him. “You’re so cute hahah.” I rolled my eyes playfully as he leaned in giving me a kiss. “Here, I’ll talk to help you sleep does that sound like an idea?” I smiled happily. “Yes, it does.” Moved closer to his chest. “Great.” As Razzle talked he played with my hair. His soothing voice calmed me, which helped me to fall asleep as he held me. 

[linkemon]

Polskie osiedle headcanons

Masterlist headcanonów z serii Nad Teyvatem w języku polskim można znaleźć tu.

For English version of the same work check my Masterlist here.

Aether i Lumine regularnie zapraszają cię do swojego bloku. Polska jak Polska, jest pełna różnych ludzi. Czas posłuchać plotek o bliższych i dalszych sąsiadach bliźniaków...

Drużyna z osiedlowego baru

✧ Venti dosłownie założył coś w rodzaju pijackiego gangu w okolicy. Jest znany ze swoich wyczynów po alkoholu. Pierwszy raz, kiedy go spotkałeś, myślałeś że jest obłąkany, bo próbował ci tłumaczyć coś o kotach, alergiach i graniu na harfie...

✧ Plus jest taki, że Venti jest pijaczkiem nieszkodliwego rodzaju. Pobełkocze sobie, ale wiesz, że nie zrobiłby ci krzywdy. Szczególnie jeśli od czasu do czasu rzucisz mu złotóweczkę, za co z radością uraczy cię fragmentem improwizowanego coveru: "Whisky, moja żono". Jeśli jest w bardzo smutnym nastroju osiedle może liczyć na niesamowicie głośne "Chryzantemy złociste".

✧ Picie samotnie jest niewskazane. W barze można znaleźć też Zhongliego. To kompan od kieliszka Ventiego. O ile można tak nazwać kogoś, kto nie przepada za sąsiadem. Jest on podręcznikowym przykładem tego, że można nienawidzić sąsiada i wciąż godzić się nad butelką trunku.

✧ Jakoś tak się przyjęło, że Zhongli czyli koneser wina, pije je z kolegą, który jest gotowy wypić pierwsze lepsze Carlo Rossi z Biedry i być szczęśliwym. Nikt tego nie kwestionuje, tak po prostu jest.

✧ Co interesujące, Zhongliemu wiecznie brakuje kasy by porządnie się nachlać. Pożycza od kogo może a szczególnie od osiedlowej gwiazdy gangów czyli Childe'a. Za każdym razem, gdy Zhongli cię zaczepi, musisz być gotowy na długą gadkę, która ostatecznie zmusi cię do rzucenia mu paru złotych.

✧ Szanownym przybytkiem, gdzie dwóch wcześniej wymienionych jegomościów spędza swoje dnie jest bar należący do Diluca. Angel's Share z aniołami nie ma nic wspólnego, pomimo nazwy. Ciemna klitka, prowadzona jest przez barmana, który głosi swoją niechęć do alkoholu.

✧ Niechęć ta nie przeszkadza mu w prowadzeniu małego biznesu i nalewaniu trunków gościom dopóki mają pieniądze i stoją na dwóch nogach.

✧ Krążą słuchy, że Diluc chodzi na spotkania Anonimowych Alkoholików. Są to plotki rozsiewane przez jego złośliwego brata. A przynajmniej tak donoszą twoje źródła osiedlowego monitoringu.

Plotkary

✧ Ktoś musi być dostawcą ploteczek krążących po osiedlu. Heizou jest idealnym człowiekiem na tym stanowisku. Rzekomo nigdy nie ma czasu z racji pracy jako prywatny detektyw a i tak całymi dniami śledzi życia swoich sąsiadów.

✧ Jest definicją osiedlowego monitoringu. Dobrze się chowa, ale i tak często widzisz jego głowę, schowaną za firankami.

✧ Lubi flirtować z ludźmi, z którymi rozmawia. Nawet na ulicy, więc dobrze się pilnować. Jeśli ktoś przejdzie tę próbę, może liczyć na nowe informacje.

✧ Zupełnie innym przykładem plotkary jest Thoma. Chłopak dosłownie nic nie robi tylko całymi dniami zagaduje do sąsiadów. Nie potrzebuje wyglądać przez okno, bo ludzie sami powiedzą mu to, czego trzeba. W sklepie, na ulicy, gdziekolwiek!

✧ Thoma dorabia jako sprzątaczka na klatce schodowej bliźniaków po godzinach. Często widzisz go w zabawnej, czerwonej chustce na głowie i z mopem w ręce. Miło cię wita a to już coś wśród narodu gburów.

Dostawca żarcia

✧ Ten jeden kurier, który zawsze dowiezie paczkę? To właśnie Kirara. Dziewczyna pracuje chyba w każdej możliwej firmie kurierskiej w tym kraju. DHL, Inpost, lista się ciągnie... Totalnie wszędzie!

✧ Ostatnim razem przywiozła tobie i bliźniakom żarcie z Uber Eats i nie mogłeś pojąć jakim cudem skoro dopiero co mijałeś ją na osiedlu, kiedy wkładała paczki do paczkomatu. Musisz jednak przyznać, że jedzenie zawsze jest cieplutkie i jeszcze nigdy nie zdarzyło się wam składać skargi.

✧ Kirara zawsze stara się wysyłać informacje o tym za ile przyjedzie przez komunikatory. Uwielbia kocie emoji i zobaczysz je w każdej wiadomości. Może dlatego kupiła sobie słuchawki w kształcie kocich uszu i biega z nimi wszędzie...

Opoka seniorów

✧ Zawsze znajdzie się ten jeden lekarz na którego nie ma skarg. To idealnie opisuje Baizhu. Boli cię cokolwiek? Idź do niego. Podobno kolejki na NFZ nie są aż tak tragiczne jak u innych, co już jest dużym plusem!

✧ Aether i Lumine mogą przysiąc, że jeśli jest ktoś gotowy cierpliwie wysłuchać wszystkich bolączek osób starszych, to jest to właśnie ten doktor. Ze swoją anielską cierpliwością działa cuda.

✧ Chodzi z laską i wszyscy stwierdzają, że wygląda jak doktor House. Zbywa to uśmiechem, mówiąc że w zasadzie nie ogląda telewizji i nie zna tego programu.

✧ Przyjmuje w przychodni razem z Qiqi. Bardzo nizutką pielęgniarką, co do której wieku wszyscy się kłócą. Jedni twierdzą, że jest bardzo młoda, a inni że wręcz przeciwnie. Tak czy siak nikt nie dowiedziałby się od niej prawdy.

✧ Qiqi nie wydaje się być złą osobą i definitywnie ma potrzebne umiejętności, ale nie jest zbytnio komunikatywna jeśli można tak powiedzieć. Zdaje się nie pamiętać pacjentów i bardzo szybko zapomina o czym się z nią rozmawiało.

✧ Dziewczyna przez cały czas popija mleko, jednak hasło: Pij mleko, będziesz wielki! w jej przypadku nic nie dało.

Osiedlowy gang

✧ Doktor Baizhu składa ludzi nawet po walkach gangów. Nie żeby mu się to podobało, ale nie bardzo ma wybór. Jednym z członków takowych jest Ajax, czy też Childe albo Tartaglia. W zasadzie wszystko jedno jak się o nim mówi, ma pewnie jeszcze kilkanaście innych aliasów.

✧ Childe dołączył do Fatui dawno temu. Od tamtej pory nosi januszowy podkoszulek, szare dresy i czarną kurtkę ze znakiem swojej ekipy. Całości looku dopełniają brzęczące łańcuchy i słowiański przykuc.

✧ Umie i lubi się bić. Wyzwał bliźniaków na ustawkę już kilka razy, choć nie są częścią żądnego gangu, bo trenują sztuki walki. Podobno dlatego, że jest znudzony. Masz szczęście, że ciebie do tej pory nie zaczepił.

✧ Jego ulubione miejsce to trzepak za blokowiskiem. Tam też można go znaleźć, gdy często pożycza pieniądze na wino Zhongliemu.

✧ Inną osobą z tej samej bandy jest Scaramouche. Lepiej patrzeć na drugą stronę ulicy, gdy się obok niego przechodzi. Zawsze warknie coś niemiłego. Tradycyjna, polska wiązanka wulgaryzmów to jego domena.

✧ Chodzą słuchy, że pochodzi z patologicznej rodziny i zostawiła go matka, ale z tego co wiesz od Heizou, to nie do końca tak. Wygląda na to, że sam się od niej wyprowadził. Rzekomo często biła go gumowym klapkiem i bardziej kochała pracę.

✧ Scaramouche w przeciwieństwie do Childe'a ma jeszcze mniejsze skrupuły jak chodzi o bicie sąsiadów, więc najlepiej nie węszyć i usuwać mu się z drogi.

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“IN NEED OF RELIEF.”

After dealing with Jeopard’s pettiness, Raz and Erwin’s constant blabbering, Andrea’s stare-downs and Kabra and Minataur being hopeless romantics, Rosalina just needed something to blow off some stream.

an: it was so fun rendering this piece, mainly the pants (for obvious reasons)

masterlist for the others <33: here

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REQUESTS : Open for headcanons. I can write for ESO, Skyrim more precisely, and JJK. I can refuse a request if I'm not confident enough to write the requested character, but I'll answer your ask anyway to inform you of that. Keep in mind that I now have a job which means less time to write because I also have other things to do outside of my job. Thanks for reading this.

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Elder Scrolls Online How Vivec treats a reader who needs a cane Jakarn and Darien + feelings for reader Fennorian and werewolf!Vestige Fennorian and Vestige who has to explain why they can't die Tribunal with philosopher s/o Fennorian and Lyris friendship Fennorian general headcanons You go berserk after they get hurt (Raz and Darien)

one-shots/two shots

Elder Scrolls Online "Not a problem to me" - Khamira x OC "Words of the Fallen" (P1) - Darien Gautier x Reader "Words of the Fallen" (P2) - Darien Gautier x Reader

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Valkyria Chronicles Masterlist

Valkyria Chronicles

Welkin Gunther

welkin confessing to you - headcanons

Alicia Melchiott

bedridden with a fever - drabble

Isara Gunther

isara dating rosie's sibling - headcanons

Brigitte "Rosie" Stark

rosie hating your girlfriend - headcanons

Faldio Landzaat

faldio's crush dating someone else - headcanons

Valkyria Chronicles 2

Avan Hardins

avan dating zeri's sibling - headcanons

Zeri

academic rivals to lovers with zeri - headcanons

Cosette Coalhearth

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Juliana Everhart

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Helmut Bourdais

helmut realizing his feelings for you after watching you get hurt - headcanons

Valkyria Chronicles 3

Kurt Irving

Riela Marcellis

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Imca

resistant to accept help - drabble

Giulio Rosso

shutting giulio rosso up with a kiss - headcanons

Radi Jaeger

radi jaeger nsfw - headcanons

radi jaeger hearing ‘i love you’ for the first time - headcanons

Valkyria Chronicles 4

Claude Wallace

Riley Miller

adopting angie with riley - headcanons

Leena "Kai" Schulen

poly relationship with leena & minerva - headcanons

Raz

drawn to his strength - drabble

Minerva Victor

poly relationship with leena & minerva - headcanons