#she talked about titans for two days straight and was so caught up in it she didnt even realize

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Thalia x Fem Reader who is a titans daughter, maybe even Kronos but she's pining hard for Thalia, without realizing she's into Thalia - Obviously reader is so straight, girls are just prettier and better.

Beauty of a Storm

|| Thalia Grace x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader is left out by campers, reader discovering sexuality

|| Summary; reader's the daughter of Kronos whose relatively new to Camp. When the Hunters of Artemis come to a visit, reader develops a crush on Thalia Grace. But... reader's still thinks she's straight and doesn't quite realize it's a crush.

Requests open!

Started; september 25th

Finished; september 26th

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A sigh left your lips as you sat on the roof of the Hermes Cabin. You knew who your father was, it was Kronos. Much to everyone's surprise when you were claimed. But that didn't change that there wasn't a cabin for you and you were sure they would never build one. So you were stuck in the Hermes Cabin.

You watched from the edge as campers trained in the fields, laughed around the hearth and just all around seemed to have a good time. Which sucked for you, cause you were having as far from a good time as you could.

Nobody here liked you. Nobody even tried to get to know you. You'd been here for two weeks and already lost whatever friends you could have had day three due to your father.

Camp life couldn't be any duller. Honestly part of you didn't blame the half bloods that had turned. You had heard the stories from other campers about the battle that took place. And yeah. Part of you was siding with them.

Some commotion caught your attention as a group of girls came into camp at a light jog. You tilted your head in confusion, some type of boarder patrol? Did something happen?

Your confusion spiked when those group of girls settled themselves into the Artemis Cabin. Artemis didn't have children... as far as you knew. So who the hell were they?

With spiked curiosity, you scrambled to the back end of the roof and jumped to the tree you had used to get up there. Climbing back down and running to the Artemis Cabin.

You knocked when you got there, obviously. You didn't want to just run in on them. Especially when they were all armed with bows and other various weapons.

A teenager who looked no older than you opened the door, her striking blue eyes almost immediately caught your attention. As did her punk rock clothing style. You fought the urge to say 'woah', because that would be pretty lame.

"Can I help you?" The girl didn't look overly pleased to see you. Whoever you were.

You found yourself straightening your posture almost immediately, cheeks flushed as you rambled out a response," Hey! I'm uh- Y/N L/N. New to camp- who are you? Last I checked Artemis didn't have children... no offence."

The girl rolled her eyes, though she seemed amused by you and decided to humour you. Just a little, considering you're new and all," Thalia Grace, Daughter of Zeus and Lieutenant for the Hunters of Artemis."

Your eyes widened," you're a daughter of Zeus?" That explained the eyes and intense stare," am I supposed to bow-? How does this work?"

She laughed and shook her head," Gods no. Don't be stupid. So who's your Godly parent?"

You hesitated, not really wanting to say it but something in you felt like you shouldn't lie to this girl," ...Kronos."

Everyone in the cabin stopped and stared at you. The silence was deafening.

"So you're the one Annabeth was talking about," Thalia murmured. Giving you a once over that made you stiffen and smile awkwardly," pretty brave of you to admit that. You do know who Kronos is, don't you? What he's done?"

You nodded slowly," people haven't stopped telling me.." From the moment you were claimed, it seemed everyone had something negative to say about your father. There was a point where Mr D had even debated kicking you out of camp, but Chiron suggested you stayed. Learned the ropes. He felt sympathy for you, with Kronos being his father too.

"Yeah, no doubt. He's traumatized at least half of them in someway." Thalia said, arms folding across her chest.

"You mean the battle?" You asked, she nodded. Her expression grim.

"Just be glad you missed it."

And that was the last of your conversation with her, throughout the day you continued what you always did. Keeping your distance from everyone, visiting Chiron at the big house, training and whatever else.

It was just before dinner when you decided to pop by the big house for the second time that day, having a few questions for your half brother.

"Chiron?" You called out as you walked in, he had told you before you could come by whenever.

"In here," He called back from the living room.

You walked in and found him talking with Thalia, who had stopped whatever conversation she was having and was getting ready to leave.

"Wait just a minute, Miss Grace." Chiron said, she looked a little annoyed but waited," Have you met Y/N?"

"Briefly." Thalia murmured.

"So it seems," He sighed and glanced at you, before looking at the girl again. "Would you be able to help her with some training?" He left out the part about how no one else was willing to teach you, so you'd been training on your own.

You felt embarrassed that he was asking her to do this and tried to look anywhere but Thalia.

"Fine." Thalia stood and walked past you," Come on."

"But-" You started but she looked back at you with a sharp gaze, which immediately got you to listen and follow after. A blush coating your cheeks.

"We will discuss whatever you need to later tonight, Y/N." Chiron assured you before you were out the door, giving him a small nod.

You followed Thalia, struggling to keep up with her; you couldn't help but admire the girl. She was clearly strong, confident... you weren't at all surprised she was a lieutenant. She definitely gave the vibes of a leader, than again her father was Zeus. So it only made sense to you that she would be good at that sort of thing.

It's been a few days now since your training with Thalia and the two of you had had more moments since. Whether it would be you were in the same activities or just paired up for training. Neither of you really mind, though. Sure Thalia had had complaints about you at the start... but now that she knew you it wasn't so bad. The two of you were becoming friends.

You had started realizing you felt more. Or at least... you thought you felt more. You'd talked with Piper a bit on it, with her helping you to realize your feelings. She never specifically told you you were gay, because she wanted that to be your own discovery. But she left you little tidbits here and there.

It took a while, but by the time you had realized she had already left and was back on the road with the Hunters. So you never did get to tell her how you felt and it seemed to awkward to tell her over an iris message, which was something the two of you did often.

Maybe you would tell her the next time you saw her, whenever that was. And if you didn't chicken out.

[the-queen-and-the-king]

Target heart

Summary: Aaron has to train the future snipers of the Bureau. Emily is around to liaise with the BAU if needed, and she enjoys the show. She enjoys the show a lot.

Characters: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss (JJ makes an appearance too)

Contents: smut, shower sex, dirty talk, dirty thoughts (a lot) NSFW/MINORS DNI

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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                Emily stood back, observing the scene from a distance. A hundred yards away, a small group of new FBI recruits surrounded a man she knew all too well. Her man. Aaron Hotchner. The director of the BAU, who on this day had swapped his profiler's jacket for that of training sergeant for the Bureau's future snipers. From what she understood, those to whom this role was usually assigned were either ill or in operation somewhere. She, she was there to liaise with the unit just in case. At least, that's what the giant had asked.

                That said, she didn't mind being here at all. Admittedly, she had to stand, barely in the shadow of the building from which they had all emerged, but the view was very pleasing to her. Aaron had changed his outfit for the occasion, putting away his eternal slim-fitting suit and donning more operational clothes: rangers, khaki denim and a midnight-blue short-sleeved polo. He added a cap and sunglasses to avoid glare. Spring was radiant and temperatures higher than usual. Unless she was the one with vapors? It had to be said that these pants molded perfectly to the buttocks of her lover, who currently had his back to her.

                They'd been sleeping together for just over a year, and her desire for him was still there. He was so handsome. How could she resist his brown hair, that straight nose, his broad shoulders, the lines of his pelvic girdle... She was getting lost. He didn't know it – because it was something he didn't pay attention to – but there were people interested in him. Since his divorce, flies had been flying around the honey pot on a regular basis. They were all taken aback by the titan's notable indifference. They didn't stand a chance anyway, since he was already taken. By her. Emily Prentiss.

                Their relationship was against the rules and Strauss couldn't find out about the two of them – she'd have a golden argument for firing him – so the profiler had to play it smart to keep all the foragers at bay. Which wasn’t an easy task. She regularly discovered new rivals and had to devise yet another strategy to make them understand that it was in their best interests to move on. Like the blond girl shamelessly checking out her teacher's bare arms. Aaron wore shirts three-quarters of the time, and seeing his forearms and biceps out in the open, covered in a thin layer of perspiration from the ambient heat, was admittedly a little titillating. Even more so if she remembered the last time she'd clung to them while he...

“Emily.”

“Hum,” she said, her gaze fixed on the colossus a few steps away.

“You’re drooling.”

“What?” she gasped at once. “No!”

She ran her fingers over her chin, found nothing and sighed, rolling her eyes. She glared at JJ, who had just showed up beside her.

“Sounds like someone's enjoying the view,” ironized the liaison officer with a smile up to her ears.

“Shut up,” she spat, vexed at having been caught in full contemplation.

The team was the only one at Quantico who knew about the two of them, and so far they'd all held their tongues. Even Derek, who disapproved of their relationship – essentially because he didn't like Hotch – and Penelope, who was nonetheless a specialist in the unwelcome revelation of secrets. It had to believe that the friendship they had for them was enough to keep them in line. However, as soon as they were with each other, the scabrous innuendos were flying. This had amused Emily at first, but now sometimes she was as annoyed as her companion. It was partly for this reason that they had wanted to keep their story secret for as long as possible.

“What were you doing there?” she realized suddenly.

JJ was supposed to call her if a file or call required the director's intervention; there was never any question of her moving up there.

“It's time to eat,” explained the wiry blonde, still smiling. “We wanted to know if you were coming.”

“The class is not done yet.”

Up to now, he'd only talked to them about how to handle the rifle outside the shooting phase. His lesson was therefore far from over.

“Okay. So, Aaron stays. You?”

“I… I stay here. He… he might need me.”

Her gaze drifted to her lover, who had knelt down to begin the rest of his presentation. The denim hugged his thighs and emphasized the roundness of his crotch. Sparks fizzled in her lower abdomen as she remembered what lay beneath those layers of fabric. She didn't see her neighbor's snide expression when she answered:

“True, he might need you. See you later.”

Maybe she replied something, maybe not. She didn’t know. All her attention had slipped to the director, who was innocently continuing his explanations. From where she was, she couldn't hear anything, but she could see everything. The tense muscles of his arms, the veins protruding beneath his lightly tanned skin, his broad fingers wrapped around the handle, his shoulders rolling under his polo shirt as he lay on the floor, his buttocks forming a perfect relief that she wanted to grip fiercely. Okay. Maybe she was drooling a little.

                She forced herself to look around to think of something else, but the firing range wasn't the most exciting part of the training center. She gasped as the shot burst through the air. It was he who had just pulled the trigger. There was no way of knowing from this distance whether he'd hit the bull's-eye, but she wouldn't have been surprised if he had. That's why he'd been hired for this mission. He fired two more shots, and then stood up, unfurling his six-foot frame with ease. Pointing the gun's barrel skyward to speak to the students, he wedged the butt on his hip. A seemingly insignificant gesture that propelled Emily three days earlier. That night, it was her thighs that were pressed against his hips, and his cannon had a much more offensive stance.

                Emily inwardly slapped herself. With all the hanky-panky they were doing, how was she still starving? Especially since his partner was far from being a one minute man. Just the day before, before breakfast, he'd taken her to seventh heaven with his mouth and tongue alone. The neighbors must not have appreciated being woken up at six in the morning by her cries of ecstasy, but she didn't care. Her man was a sex god and it didn’t matter if the whole building knew it. No. The problem was rather that this lesson was dragging on and on, and she was furiously tempted to climb on him. Which didn't get any better when he supervised the trainees' practical exercises. He presented her with his back, legs slightly apart, arms crossed over his torso. She was sure she'd see all his back muscles showing under his top. Did he still have the scratches she'd given him on Saturday?

                How long was this going to last? she grumbled without loosening her teeth. She was hot, her vagina was a furnace and her panties were probably sticky as hell, but the only one who could come to her aid was standing a hundred yards too far away and paying no attention to her. So when, an hour later, he returned to her quietly, his gentle smile disappeared when he saw her scowl.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah”, she grunted, on pins and needles.

“What did you talk about with JJ?”

“Nothing,” she snapped, barely perturbed by the fact that he had noted her brief passage. “Are you done?”

“Yes…”

He was about to add something, but swallowed his words when she grabbed his polo shirt.

“Good. Come with me.”

The students had already left and he had taken his time putting the equipment away.

“Wait, I've got to take a shower,” he snarled as she dragged him toward the gym.

“Oh, but you're going to take a shower,” she reacted, turning around. “But not alone.”

First he frowned, then a mischievous smile stretched his lips.

“Interesting.”

And so they headed straight for the bathroom, restraining themselves from pausing along the way to make out and kiss. There were cameras all over the complex and who knew how many guards Strauss had on her payroll. Aaron held her back just as she was about to push open the door to the showers. She questioned him in silence, and he nodded towards a perpendicular corridor she hadn't been paying attention to. And for good reason: this part of the building was reserved for big shots and she couldn't get in. But he did, and used his badge to let her in. The premises were desert. That was exactly what they needed.

                They chose the third block they passed and, with the latch barely closed, he pressed her against the wall to catch her mouth with his. Bengal fires ignited throughout her body. She took his face in her hands and prolonged his kiss. A touch of salt had been added to his usual taste by the sweat, and she relished it. She put her arms around his neck; he wrapped his arms around her loins and pressed her against him. He was hard. She was wet. They had to take the next step. Then, in total disorder and without their usual control, they undressed, throwing their clothes haphazardly across the tiled space. Then he pushed her towards the shower tray and turned on the water.

                The icy rain that fell on them at first, then warm didn't dampen their spirits. They caressed each other's shapes as if they'd been waiting months for this moment. They kissed every accessible strategic area while standing, grazing the rest, electrifying their partner. For her, that wasn’t enough. She could finally touch that chin, that neck, those shoulders, that bust, that ass, but she wanted more. She wanted his spear, hard against her belly, to disappear between her thighs. She wanted him to sweep her chimney like he'd never done before.

“How do you want me to take you?” inquired Aaron, right in the hollow of her ear.

“Doesn’t matter, just take me.”

“Okay,” he said with a smile. “Turn around.”

She obeyed and bowed to make his task easier. His right hand delicately took hold of her hip while the other guided his penis to the right spot. He sank into her to the hilt and a groan of satisfaction escaped Emily's lungs. He was finally there. His left palm landed on the top of her thigh and he began to move back and forth. She couldn't see him, but guessed he was enjoying the view and the sensations she offered.

                He soon brought her some himself, and her whimpering turned to ecstatic exclamation. She encouraged him to pick up the pace, to put more vigor into it, and then to keep up the rhythm. The brazier he'd started without even realizing it earlier flared up, growing stronger with each intrusion. Soon she couldn't contain her cries of pleasure. Aaron tried to put his hand over her mouth to tell her to keep her voice down – they might be in another sanitary block, but the one his students were in was next to theirs and there was no saying they couldn't hear her – but he didn't have the reach to do it.  

                She understood the message, however, and suppressed her vocalizations. Which wasn't easy with the surge of electricity coursing through her veins. It sparkled in her intimacy every time his pelvis collided with her posterior. It crackled under her skin as soon as he withdrew. It bombarded her brain when he returned to the charge. All her thoughts had vanished, leaving only “yes”, “again” and “it's good”. She moaned, sighed, exhaled, and breathed out in unison with his thrusts. She arched her back, tensing herself, clinging to what she could along the soaked wall to help him and further improve her feeling at the same time.

                She could hear his rattles, his grunts, his rumbling that always threatened to filter through his lips when he was this close to coming. He gripped her waist more tightly as he concentrated on not giving in. When she only asked for it. She wanted him to place himself one last time against her den and, with a noisy exhalation that was as much relief as pleasure, pour himself into her. But she knew he preferred her to surrender first; his only expression of male pride. So, as orgasm loomed on the horizon, a curious arm-wrestling match began between them.

“Come. Come. Aaron, come,” she repeated over the tempo of his comings and goings.

“You… first,” he breathed, jaws clenching.

“Come. Come. Cum. Cum.”

“N… No… no.”

“Cum. Come into me! Fill me!”

He did so on the spot. A warm wave washed over her and, in the next second, a tsunami swept through her torso and limbs, making her tremble from head to toe. She almost collapsed, but he caught her, wrapping his arms around her quivering chest. With one hand, he held her head not far from his pectorals, against which she snuggled once he had disengaged. She had turned around as soon as she could and pressed herself against him, soothed by the gentle warmth that perpetually emanated from him and by the beating of his heart, which was gradually slowing down. They kissed tenderly, savoring the calm after the storm, letting the water bead on their burning dermis.

“Aaron?”

A vibration in his ribcage was his response.

“When will be your next lesson?”

He burst out laughing – a behavior he reserved only for her and Jack – then shook his head, smiling. He looked at her with that glint of sincere love in his eyes and placed his lips against hers.

“Tomorrow.”

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Thanks to the members of the Hotchniss discord server to encourage me to write all my silly ideas ( @sirpotys , @criminalmindsbauagent , @purplejellosg1 ; @suallenparker ; @hotchnissonly and many other more (sorry if I can't find your Tumblr blog. ^^; ). Love you all! <3

[nox140497]

What the Hell? pt 2

Masterlist

Prompt List

Part 1 part 2 part 3

Y/N P.O.V.

It's been about two months since I met the Titans, and I love them to bits. Well, except Raven, but that goes both ways cause she pretty much hates me.

She's also been trying to break us up. She's not obvious about it, seeing as 3 of the 4 brothers are currently in the tower and have not noticed.

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Ok, this is getting out of hand. I hate that she has powers that she can use to move things. She's been taking my stuff and playing the 'I have no idea what you're talking about' when Dick asks if anyone has seen them, and of course they've known her longer and trust her more and thus they don't take me seriously when I tell them it was her, and it's getting worse 'cause Damian is defending her and it's already caused many fights between us.

I'm at the end of my rope at this point , on the verge of going back to Gothem. All of this is going through my head as I train, alone in the training room.

Once I was done, I went to the kitchen to get some water before hitting the shower. I saw Damian and Raven sitting on the couch next to each other. I mean, everyone else was there, but they were next to each other, and she was cuddling him, and had it been someone like Dick who enjoyed cuddling, I wouldn't have had a problem, you know? I'm not possessive of him at all, but this was Damian 'don't touch me' Wayne, so yea, I was a bit confused.

Anyway, they were having a movie night by the look of it, and obviously, I was not invited, so I was about to walk away when movemwnt out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. Raven had leaned up and kissed him. She had KISSED MY BOYFRIEND! The worst, though? He didn't push her away, and no one had moved to do anything.

Without a sound I slipped into my room and packed my stuff slipping out of my window so I wouldn't be seen. Not that they'd care I guess.

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It's been 2 weeks since that

night. When I got back to Gothem, I went straight home. Surprisingly, I've actually got a couple of calls and texts from the boys. The only ones I would answer were those from Jay, and even then, my answers were short. None of them knew where I lived, and my knew my history. Bruce knew obviously, but none of the boys did.

That made my hiding from them a bit easier. I was currently lying on my bed, ignoring my ringing phone and cuddling under the blankets.

And then it happened......

A tap at my window.

Danmit, they found me.

I mean, it was gonna happen eventually, I guess, but still.

I looked over to see that all four boys were at my window. Crap.

I sigh as I get up and go over to the window, pushing it up but not letting them in.

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"Don't you 'what?' Us where the hell have you been for 2 bloody weeks?" Jason snapped, sounding just as annoyed.

"Sorry Jay, I haven't been feeling too well for the past couple of days, so I figured I'd stay home and not get you sick. Also, the hell are you three doing here? I thought you were in Jump City with the Titans." I said sweetly but ended it coldly.

"We were, but then when Todd said that he hadn't seen you in days and neither had we, we came to check on you. Are you ok, Beloved?" Damian asked as I finally let them into my room. I flinched slightly at the pet name, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"N/N, what's wrong?" Dick asked softly, going to put a hand on my shoulder, but I stepped back. A hurt expression crossed his face as he let his hand fall back to his side.

"Nothing's wrong. Why would anything be wrong? It's not like my boyfriend cheated on me right in front of me or anything. Oh wait, he did. Not like you would really care anyway so why don't you three just go back to Jump City and I'll stay here in Gothem where I belong and I can't get in your way and you can kiss and make out with Raven all you like!" It had started off calm, but by the end, I was in tears, and all 4 boys looked confused.

"Wait, what?" Jason suddenly growled he pulled me into his chest, and his green eyes seemed to glow a poisonous neon green as he glared at his brothers. They did that when he was really mad.

The 3 boys winced, and all looked guilty.

"Beloved..." Damian said

"Don't. Just get out." I growled, cutting him off

"But N/N," Tim started weakly

Get. out." I snarled at them, gripping Jays shirt, keeping him in place as the other three hesetantly left.

Once they were gone, I sagged against Jays chest and sobbed. Finally , I let everything out and letting him comfort me.

"It's gonna be ok n/n, I promise."Jay wispered softly as he lay us on my bed and pulled me into a protective hug.

[nintendouniverse2023]

The following progressive of My Batman AU resembles some new origin stories and new accomplishments between the DC Universe.

Bio: Barbra Gordon was the first born to Jim Gordon. She dreams about being apart of the cop but unforantally, Her forbid her to become a cop, saying how dangerous Police work is.

One day Gilliam Lobe had enough of James Gordon going against the vigilante law and decided to send Dr Death *already at his breaking point* to the home of Captain Gordon, where he starts with the murder of the Captians Wife, Sara Gordon. James Gordon Distraught as he sees his wife’s corps and blood on Hellferns hands. The two of them began to fight, swinging their fist and kicks straight at another. During the fight when getting punched at reminding Karl Hellfern about many years as a child when he was mentally abused by his parents. This caused Karl to become more angry as he got the upper hand on Jim. In angry tears, holds one of Death's guns demanding to let her father go. James asks Barbara to put the gun down but Death offers to only let him go to kill him. After a minute of talking about the normal child’s society that abandoned him making the way he is, begins to shoot but is stopped by Batman in time. Dr Death tries to attack but doesn't know The Dark Knights master combat has outnumbered Death. Death did punch Batman, only to have his hand in pain. Standing in their places, He rambled to Batman that they were not so different living in a society that makes them so bad that their egos had come to them. Batman says that he uses his ego for justice right before beating him with no mercy as Dr Death continues to goad him. Batman was able to bring down Dr Death who admits that Commissioner Lobe sent her to kill Jim and his Family and recorded it too. The GCPD came and arrested Karl Hellfren for his crimes for almost 5 years, it’s gonna take time for Barbara Gordon to recover from the trauma.

Barbara continued her life as normal, and got a job in a school library. While there she learned how to quickly gather information, but she still wasn't happy. She wanted to make a difference. One day, she was invited to a costume party and she decided to be a bit creative and made a Bat-Girl costume. on the way to the party however, "Killer Moth" and gang shows up to the party and started to commit robberies after Batgirl takes down the gang Killer Moth attempts to escape by dropping the hostage from up high, but Batgirl saved the hostage and disappeared as Batman arrived at the scene and caught the escaping Killer Moth. As Batgirl made her escape from the scene, she was interrupted by Batman who congratulated her on her efforts but asked her not to repeat it. Batman then inferred that he knew who she was and warns he this type of stick will get her into trouble. After a few weeks or months, Bruce agrees to let him join alongside him and Get into a friendly rivalry with Dick Grayson/Robin. Eventually when Bruce started out the Justice League and Dick started out the Teen Titans, She decided to have her own team of Super Heroes Girls. She continues to assist Batman and his allies as well as keeping up her ranks and as well as expressing her feelings for a another girl, who was Lucius Fox’s daughter, Tiffany Fox.

Appearance: Her Batsuit was like Batman’s but purple and yellow, Her hair is red and Half African American

Voice Actor: Tara Strong

Age: 17

Height: 5.6 incs

Weight: 164 ibs

Personality: Too Stubborn, Sassy, Silly, Sometimes Hyper, Smart and Detrend

Favorite Foods: Burritos

Family: James Gordon *Father* and Sara Gordon *Deceased*

Allies: Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne/Batman, Dick Grayson/Robin, Lucius Fox, Dr Lesile Tomkins, The GCPD, The Justice League, Some of the Titans, Tiffany Fox *Crush* and Selina Kyle/Catwoman *Sometimes*

Enemies: Batman's Rouges Gallery *Mostly Firefly, Killer Moth and Poison Ivy.*

Likes: Instagram, Dance Breaks, Video Games, Kicking butt, Out Smasrting foes, Teasing Reading Magazens and Books

Dislikes: Impossiable Hacks, The fear of her father founding out, The Batman Rouges runining everything and The horrors she have to deal with Dr Death in Batman’s first year.

Note: In my AU, Barbara is Bisexulla and has a crush on Tiffany Fox. Nobody knows, except for Bruce.

[soombee]

When the sun hits .. — 05. coffee is hot but youre hotter 😉🔫

When the sun hits — soo y/n unfortunately has always had bad luck w/ love. she realized this when she hit the age when everyone around her had an s/o while she had no one to express her romantic feelings for. y/n found herself mourning when she saw a cute boy at the university's library checking out books and realized that she might never see him again until her first shift at Miraé Café .. ☆

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#UMISOOMI — pt.2 later / tmrw!! i didnt expect the dialogue to be that long 😞😞 my bad guys 💔

__ incheon, s.korea (17:36)

On working days like today, the city is usually very busy so riki insisted that you walk inside the pavement instead of walking near the road preventing you to be possibly hit by any vehicles..

“What a gentleman you are, riki!!” you say, jokingly swooning.

“shut up, eomeoni will kill me if i let you get hurt,” he says, in a joking manner, “you know how she gets.” turning his gaze on you.

“she’ll also kill me if you get the tiniest scratch ever, riki,” you return the eye contact, “i think she loves you more than me..”

“im just like that, yk??” he does the same move his jake hyung always does, the frat boy move.

sigh. “hold my hand, im nervous” you held out your hand in front of him and he intertwines both of your hands together, he had to look down cause of his titanic height ( seriously why is he so fucking tall )

thank god you only had two classes that day, you couldn’t stand being in your classes for longer than 8 hours. Monday classes are usually a pain in the ass and today was especially aggravating because you were anxious about your official first day in miraé.

“dont worry y/nnie, ill be near the register so you can see my handsome face whenever you feel anxious.”

“i would punch your face but youre a fucking wall.” looking up at him, sticking your tongue out.

“what a lovely couple you two are. i hope you grow up well together.” an old lady comments as you two swing by her.

“oh, we aren’t-“ holding your hand up to your face

“thank you, halmeonii” riki cuts you off.

you giving him a blank glare made him laugh.

“we’re here.” riki stopped his tracks, “ladies first.”

you step in, side eyeing him while you walked up the stairs.

the welcoming sound of the bell, the drowned out chatter of the people, and scent of coffee drifts through the air makes you feel at ease. the café was lively today, people arguing with their partners loudly (as the stress gets to the most patient of people,) students with their laptops studying for their courses, and employees taking orders.

“uhh, excuse me?” you walk up to the employee at the register, her smile looks strained.

“hello! how may i help you?” she faces you, her name tag says “jihyo”

“im the new trainee, soo y/n, where should i start?”

“OHH OKOK, come w me!” jihyo opens the side door for you as you enter the register area, “chaeyoungie, can you cover for me so i can show yn around?”

a blonde haired female walks towards jihyo, “woah.. they're both so pretty..” you think to yourself. chaeyoung’s beauty mark and big eyes are stunning. while jihyo’s eyes pull you in.

“of course! have fun, nice to meet you yn!” she smiles brightly, it seems genuine..

__ café miraé (16:44)

after the introductory

“that’s about it, do you have any questions?”

“nope, thank you jihyo sunbaenim!” you bow at a 90° angle.

“ahh, dont be so formal, just call me jihyo ot you can give me a nickname!” she smiles brightly at you

you slowly stand up straight, seeing her smile makes you feel at ease. “okay, thank you jihyo!!” returning the smile, “when do you clock out?”

“i was supposed to clock out at 18:30 but i guess we got caught up.” she takes off her apron, puts in in her locker, and grabs her bag.

“oh, sorry!” you bow in respect, clasping your hands together near your face

“don’t worry about it,” reassuring you, “trust me, i’d much rather talk to you than deal with my roommate.” her giggles fill the room.

“anyways, bye yn! see you tomorrow?” she makes her way to the door, “yeah, tomorrow.” greeting her goodbye.

jeongy/n vs jeongkari 🤣🤣🤣🙏

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[ohimjustagay]

I miss Hange so fucking much so I went digging for the most complete version of their oldddd interview I could find. (Credits for the translation go to an anonymous 4chan user)

Q: So, is this not like they’ve already given up on you?

Hange: Probably! Mike and Erwin say nothing about it. Ah, but Levi…

Q: Did he say anything about it?

Hange: Uhh… from time to time I black out from getting hit, then when I become conscious again I would get splashed at and somehow… it’s like having a bath.

Q: It is… done by force, isn’t it?

Hange: That, perhaps, is more like cleaning than having a bath! I think he planned it all out with my subordinates, but because I lost consciousness I can’t be sure.

Q: Everybody’s names have been mentioned, so we would like to hear about your interpersonal relationships. We’ve got a question that asks, "What impression do you have” of firstly Commander Erwin, then Captain Levi, Squad Leader Mike and Deputy Leader Moblit.

Hange: Right… I’ve known Erwin and Levi for a long time. Erwin actively supports my research, so he’s helped me a lot. According to what he has said, I think he also holds some kind of doubt towards the structure of this world.

Q: What about Captain Levi and Squad Leader Mike?

Hange: Levi you see, is bad at talking and a clean freak so everyone gets disillusioned, but he’s a good guy who thinks about his comrades. He has a rough attitude, but he listens to my research results and has the composure to only think about it.

Q: Isn’t he’s a good superior officer?

Hange: (cut off) …Yeah, it’s a strange attitude to people he meets for the first time, but the position of Squad Leader is justified.

Q: What impression do you have of Deputy Leader Moblit, who is also an adjutant?

Hange: Moblit? He’s an outstanding adjutant! His sketches used for research are good too. But, the fly in the ointment is that he always comes to stop me when I’m getting to the good part.

Q: Doesn’t he do that because he is worried for you? Among the questions we got, some of them such as, “Aren’t you worrying him too much?” and “Please let him rest once in a while” showed concern for him.

Hange: (omitted)

Q: We have received many questions about your interpersonal relationships, such as, “Do you have any friends and acquaintances?” and “Who do you get along with?”

Hange: Friends and acquaintances huh… Like I’ve said before, I adjust my daily life cycle to the Corps’ movements.

Q: Your schedule is filled with research and duties, I see. In between all that, is there anyone you often talk to?

Hange: Ah, it depends on the plan or formation but… I’m often stationed close to Levi’s squad, so I think we do talk a lot.

Q: You have mentioned that you’ve known each other for a long time.

Hange: Levi’s rough with his words, so it sounds like he’s angry, right? But he doesn’t truly feel that way, so there are times I help to explain that to everyone in his squad. Interpretation, people have called it.

Q: Other than Levi, who else do you get along with?

Hange: When I see the veteran soldiers who enlisted around the same time as me… if they’re still alive, that is… I would talk to them a lot. Also my subordinates.

Q: I see. There are also many questions like, “Can you see with goggles?” and “How good is your eyesight without glasses?” about your glasses or goggles.

Hange: Without glasses I can still see the face of the person in front of me, but it’s inconvenient during battles or research, I guess. Glasses can easily fall off, so I don’t use them on missions. There are skillful soldiers who can operate 3DMG with glasses, you know, but I’m not very good at it.

Q: We also have a question about your glasses and goggles that goes, “They seem expensive, how many spares do you have?”

Hange: I keep one or two pairs on hand, if they’re both broken I claim them with the Survey Corps’ expenses.

Q: You put them down to expenses!

Hange: But they’re necessities, so it’s a required expense! I don’t do things like Levi who claims expenses for the black tea he favors, you know?

Q: That black tea… is paid for with expenses.

Hange: Yes, glasses and black tea, they’re all supplies for the whole Survey Corps. It’s because our lifestyle is guaranteed like this that there’s no shortage of youngsters who aspire to be soldiers.

Q: You’re certainly right about that. Another question we have is, “Do you do housework?”

Hange: Like cooking, or cleaning? Hmm, I’ve done it before, on duty.

Q: Trainee soldiers cook their own meals, and on expeditions cooking for yourself is also a must.

Hange: Well, for me right now, as a Squad Leader, I leave most of it to my subordinates I guess.

Q: We also have the question “What’s your type?” Excluding titans, that is.

Hange: Ahh… everyone sure likes that kind of topic. I don’t think about it much, but let’s see, someone who is fine even if I can’t pay attention to them, I guess.

Q: You respect freedom.

Hange: Mm-hmm, for me right now, I’m interested in… mainly titans, and also the structure of the world and so on… way too many things. So, even if I had someone like that, I probably can’t spend much time together with them.

Q: So someone who can accept your behavior and let you be free is ideal, isn’t it.

Hange: That’s how it turns out. I don’t think such a convenient person exists though.

Q: Do you chat with people like Deputy Leader Moblit?

Hange: Moblit says things a mother would say. Like, did you eat properly? Or, did you sleep well? And his every word is really funny.

Q: For example?

Hange: Once, during an experiment I think, he said to me, Do you really want to live!? Pretty much the only one who says such interesting things to me is Moblit!

Q: I see. Then, I’m going to change the topic a bit and introduce an unconventional question. “Please tell us about the time you recently got angry.”

Hange: Angry? Me? What a strange question.

Q: I’ve been told you’re the scariest when you get angry.

Hange: That’s not true! Erwin and Levi have way scarier faces! Well… now that I think about it…

Q: Did something come to mind?

Hange: It’s not recent, but. Long ago, I got into an argument with a Military Police officer who made fun of the Survey Corps… He said such terrible things, I couldn’t take it anymore, and grabbed the scruff of his neck and threw him on the floor… almost.

Q: That’s scary!

Hange: Haha… It’s the folly of youth. Since Erwin and the others quickly intervened, it didn’t become an issue. Other than that… when I get mad, I kick and wreck tables and chairs… but doesn’t everyone do that?

Q: Uh, I wonder about that… You give a calm impression, but there is something on fire hidden inside you.

Hange: I’m always on fire! It’s for the sake of unraveling the mysteries of this world!

Q: If mankind were finally liberated from the titans, what would they do?

Hange: Mankind would rule. But I would like to research vegetation outside the walls, or study about humanity’s past.

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Saviour

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Prompt: 11. “You’re not an awful company when you’re not trying to be obnoxious and ruin my day.”

Warnings: injuries, attempted kidnapping, Jason and reader both have trauma

Word count: 2164

A/N: This ended up being longer than I expected and can be read as a follow on from my last Jason fic. But it can also be read as a standalone! Again, this is not necessarily for Titans, other Jason gifs just aren’t as good. I hope you like it!

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Jason glanced at the caller I.D. as his phone started buzzing on the wall next to him. Y/N. He pinched his eyebrows together, continuing to swing his legs over the ledge he was sat on at the top of the building, and wondered why she was calling him instead of Dick. The pair of them had started being more civil since she talked him down from his panic attack on her bathroom floor when he was injured, but they were still a far cry from actual friends. He fiddled with the clasp of his helmet where it sat in his lap as he picked up the phone and answered the call.

“Jay?”

“Yeah. Didn’t know we were on phone call terms, sweetheart.”

“There are men in my apartment.” Her voice shook and his blood ran cold as he realised she was crying. “I’m hiding, but they’re going to find me.”

He was already on his feet, pulling his helmet on and patching the call through to his display. “Stay on the call, I’m on my way.” He grappled down to the ground and jumped onto his bike in record speed. “Do you know how many there are?”

“Four, I think. I saw them on the camera. Hang on, I should be able to send you the footage.”

He wove in and out of the late night traffic, knowing she was trying to distract herself from what was happening. But sure enough, a moment later the footage showed up in the corner of his helmet’s dash.

“I got it. Do you know where they are now?” He counted down the blocks; seven, six, five, almost there.

“I think… I think they’re outside the door.” Her voice dropped so low he struggled to hear her.

“Hang on, alright, sweetheart. I’m almost there.” He pushed his bike faster, two blocks, one block…

Y/N screamed, the horrible, blood curdling kind of scream that always seemed to haunt his nightmares. He didn’t even try to pull his bike to a stop, he just let it slide across the tarmac of the road as he jumped and rolled. He ignored a man’s angry screaming about ruining his push bike and shot a grappling hook towards Y/N’s apartment window, setting a mental reminder to thank Dick for choosing to leave him here when he was injured so he knew where she lived.

He smashed straight through the window, successfully drawing the attention of all the men in the room. Y/N was putting up a hell of a fight against the man who had a hold of her, but Jason did not have a lot of time to take in the scene before the other men opened fire on him.

He ducked behind her sofa and pulled his guns from his thigh holsters. He stood and dropped two of the guys with headshots, but the other two were too close to Y/N for him to get a clean shot and one of them had a gun pressed against her temple. He took the opportunity to look her over; her lip was busted and her eye was already turning purple. The way the guy was holding her meant he couldn’t tell if she had further injuries hidden beneath her clothes, but he knew to assume there were more.

“I’ll make you guys a deal, you let the her go and I’ll kill you nice and quick, you don’t, well I think you get the gist.”

The men looked at each other and smiled, before the taller of the two spoke. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be making a deal.”

He caught the movement of Y/N’s hand out of the corner of his eye. She held up three fingers and he watched as she dropped one, then another, and finally the last one. He was ready as she slammed her elbow into the stomach of the man holding her. The man doubled over. She ducked out of his grip and rolled out of the line of fire as Jason dropped to his knees and hit both men in the stomach, just below their bullet proof vests. They would bleed out slow and painfully, but he wasn’t worried about leaving a mess, this safehouse was now compromised.

He moved across the room, keeping a gun trained on the men lying on the floor, just in case they decided to move again. “Can you stand?” He held his hand out to Y/N as she nodded and pulled her up from the floor. He noticed her eyes drifting towards the men on the floor so he drew her attention back to him. “You need to pack. Only what you need. Can you stay with Dick?”

She shook her head. “He’s helping the Justice League, I-I don’t even know here he is.”

He suddenly understood why she had called him. “Alright, you can stay at my place until I can find you a new place, okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded, almost folding in on herself as her eyes drifted towards the men again.

He noticed how she was holding her left side, but decided not to mention it until they were somewhere safe. “Go pack up, I’ll keep an eye here.”

***

Y/N was shaking by the time they walked through the door of his safe house. She had managed to cram everything she needed into two duffle bags, after Jason reminded her he could replace her monitors pretty easily. He dropped the bag he was carrying on his coffee table and took the other from her before doing the same. She had folded into herself again, her arms wrapped around her middle in a poor imitation of a hug. He pulled his helmet off and stripped out of his armour as she glanced around his living room.

He felt awkward without the protection his suit and helmet provided. He was hyper aware of the fact that the first time the pair of them met was under similar circumstances, except then, he’d been the one doing the kidnapping. But at least he never laid a hand on her.

“First aid kit’s in the bathroom. Do you need any help cleaning up?” He ran a hand through his curls as she considered his offer, wishing he had made more of an effort with her when Dick suggested it.

“Please. I’m shit at first aid. That’s why I’m behind the computer.” She shot him a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

He matched it. “Bathroom’s this way.”

She grabbed the duffle bag that she had crammed her clothes and toiletries in and followed him down the hall. He pulled the light string and blinked in the artificial fluorescents. He motioned her to sit on the toilet seat as he pulled the kit out from under his sink. He pulled out what he needed and turned back to find her watching him.

He knelt down in front of her and took her chin between his thumb and index fingers, using them to position her face so the light hit the injuries. She watched him carefully as he cleaned up the cuts and he could tell she wanted to say something, but clearly didn’t know where to start. He smoothed some cream over the forming bruises and finished up with her face.

He dropped his eyes to where she was still cradling her ribs. “Can I take a look at your ribs? Just to make sure nothing’s broken.” He added when he noticed her apprehension.

“Okay.” She stood and he mimicked her.

He helped her take her hoodie off before lifting her t-shirt so he could see her ribs. “Can you hold it here?”

She did as he asked, her fingers brushing against his, sending an electric shock through his body. He mentally slapped himself before dropping his eyes to her ribs; they had already started turning purple. He poked and prodded at the area, listening to the noises she made to make an assessment.

“They’re not broken, but they’re going to be sore for a while.” He smoothed some cream over the bruise and straightened up again as she dropped her shirt back down. He handed her a pack of painkillers. “I’ll make up the sofa bed if you want to freshen up.”

She nodded and he turned to leave, but before he was out the door, she caught his hand. “Jay… Thank you.”

The look in her eye and the sincerity in her tone caused his heart to clench. He shot her a smile. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

He left her alone to get changed and walked back into the living room. He let out a breath as he started moving stuff so he could pull out the sofa bed. He was still getting used to having someone else in his space and he knew the next few days were going to be hard. But he also knew Dick would never forgive him if something happened to her while he was away, not that Jason would be able to forgive himself if he let her leave and something happened.

He turned to face her as she padded back into the room. She was wearing her hoodie again but she had changed into a pair of sleep shorts, leaving her legs bare. He had to fight to keep his gaze on her face, mentally scolding himself for acting like a Victorian man at the sight of a woman’s bare ankles, especially after just seeing most of her torso exposed.

“Do you know who they were?” She asked softly and he knew she must have heard him checking the bodies as she packed.

He nodded with a sigh. “They were from LexCorp. My guess is Luthor still wants you to pay for stealing that info.” He didn’t know what he was expecting her reaction to be, but he wasn’t expecting her to look guilty.

“I, uh, I keep tabs, on LexCorp.” She said, moving to sit on the edge of the sofa bed. “He’s trying to figure out who Superman is, and I’ve been messing with his data, making sure he doesn’t get anywhere with it. He must have noticed and tracked me down. He probably doesn’t even realise who I am.” She looked up at him. “I’m sorry, for dragging you into this.”

He sighed again and sat down next to her. “You didn’t tell anyone.”

“I was planning to tell Dick when he was back, so he could let Bruce know and Bruce could warn Clark. But I guess they found me first.” She gave him a half shrug, her fingers playing with a hole in her hoodie sleeve.

“Alright. I think you should get some sleep.” He said, standing to leave.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Her question caught him off guard and it must have shown in his face because she quickly carried on. “I-I don’t think I can sleep, at least not yet, and I… I really don’t want to be on my own.”

He let out a breath; he knew that feeling. Most of the times he had felt like that, he had no one there for him, so he was going to be damned if he left her alone. She scooted up the sofa bed and wrapped herself in a blanket as he walked around the other side and sat down. “I believe it’s your turn to pick.” He threw her the remote, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered as she shot him a smile.

He didn’t pay attention to what movie she picked; too engrossed in his own mind again. He realised he had never apologised for what he had done when they first met. “I’m sorry.”

She turned to him with a confused look, cocking her head to the side. “What for?”

“For trying to use you against Dick when we were fighting over the cowl. I never apologised for grabbing you, and now I know what happened with LexCorp, I feel even worse.” He kept his eyes trained on his hands.

“We all make mistakes. If Dick and Tim, and everyone else can forgive you after everything, I think I can too.” She smiled. “And you’re not an awful company when you’re not trying to be obnoxious and ruin my day.”

He laughed softly and matched her smile. “Right back at you, sweetheart.”

She turned her attention back to the TV and he was all too aware of the feelings beginning to form in his chest.

Part 3

[pleasantanathema]

Reiner Braun | Instinctual Invitations

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: ABO Dynamics (Alpha Reiner x Omega Reader), Breeding, Marking, Mating, Knotting, Heats, Ruts, Frenemies to Lovers

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read other fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. This was definitely a labor of love. I’ve fallen back into my appreciation for ABO dynamics, and Reiner just screams “perfect mate” to me. 💜

          No one made suppressants stronger than Hange. They never divulged just what was in their special concoction, but all you knew was that it was damn near impossible for someone to discern that you were an Omega.

           You’d even fooled that naive, arrogant, hubristic Alpha partner of yours for years. There was a particular disdain you held for Reiner. You could never really name it, but all you knew was that working with the giant man made your instincts sour. He seemed so good on the outside, all prideful charm and heavy pats on the shoulders of his peers, but when the two of you worked cases alone, his charisma always had a bite to it.

          ��Maybe it was because he could tell there was something equally off about his “Beta” partner, maybe it was because he had some pent up rage inside him he only let seep out around you. You didn’t know, you didn’t care. You were patiently waiting for him to be re-assigned to the Behavioral Science Unit like he’d requested last month, but Erwin’s dawdling with the request had you worried he wasn’t about to separate his most successful Scout partners, even if they didn’t get along.

           “Is my bow tie straight?”

          Reiner asked you to hold his drink while he fiddled with the offending cloth.

           “Yeah.”

           “You didn’t even look.”

           The whiskey from his glass was expensive, sliding down smooth when you took a drink. Rei let out a very frustrated noise, so loud and huffy it had the guests of the award ceremony glancing toward him. The hotel ballroom was crowded, filled with elites from Military Police, Scouts, even the fucking Garrison. There were too many people here to watch you and Reiner stumble over the acceptance speech; there were too many people here to judge that Scouts were being awarded this time around.

           “Now your fucking lipstick is all over it.”

           “Oh please, it tastes like cherries, you’ll get over it.”

           Both of you were nervous, flattered but timid about being given a Meritorious Achievement Award for all your fieldwork done killing and documenting titans around the outer-wilds of the city. Fighting for survival in the trees was less stressful than trying to make a good impression on the brass as you received one of the highest honors.

           You took another gulp of his drink before passing it back, trying to stave off the very worrisome nerves twisting in your gut. Sweat was forming at the nape of your neck, staining your palms. You shifted uncomfortably in your heels, feet feeling heavy.

           It made you feel some better that the usually proud Alpha next to you was just as worried about giving a speech in front of Dhalis Zachary. The Premier was known for being strict, for demanding that military appearance be of the highest standard in front of donors.

          Reiner was still fucking with his tie, angry muscles about to rip the threads of his tuxedo.

          “You look fine,” you sighed, toning back the bitterness. You moved away from the balcony railing, wrapping your fingers around the black polyester ribbon and tightening it into sitting straight under his square jaw. But for some reason, you couldn’t let go, nails gripping into the fabric.

          “Are you okay? You looked scared to shit,” Reiner plucked your hands off his tie, holding a wrist in each burning hand, “I can do all the talking, you know. You can just stand there and look pretty.”

          “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You weren’t. You knew this feeling, it was old and familiar, a churning pain laced with need slowly brewing in your belly, making you sick.

          But your suppressants would take care of the issue, surely it was just your nerves that were making those heats you’d forsaken start to claw at you.

          You hadn’t gone through a heat cycle in three years. Hange had suggested you take time off once a year to let your body go through it’s natural process, but you’d been so damn busy that you’d neglected to do so. Besides, you never had any issues, just a few flare ups when a particularly good looking Alpha close to their rut got near you.

          This time was different, though, you could feel it. This flame wasn’t going to be extinguished once it got started—you’d have to go home after the gala and curl up, stop taking the suppressants in the morning so your heat could come to life in the next few days.

          God you dreaded that feeling, cunt always quivering and squeezing around nothing, sweating in a blanket nest that only carried your scent and maybe a lingering, nameless male scent from a one-night stand.

          “Hey,” Rei moved his hands to rest on your shoulders, shaking you, “get your shit together. We’ll be awarded in a few hours and then we can go the fuck home. Tired of being around your bitchy ass anyways.”

          His hands were too hot. They were sweaty like yours, making you feel dizzy.

          “I’m gonna be sick.”

          You could feel it. Reiner could smell it.

          “What the fuck is wrong with y—”

          He dropped the last syllable, golden eyes turning into molten amber the moment your scent hit him full force. You thought he’d take his hands off, that he’d give you some space, but those instincts to protect must have taken over because he was pulling you closer like that would help.

          “You’re a Beta, you don’t go into—”

          “Omega, Rei. I’m a fucking Omega and I don’t need you telling anyone about it.”

          You whispered your confession, eyes going glassy as you looked around the room, saw faces turning in your direction. Most of the old men here were mated, but that didn’t mean the building brew of the heat of an unmarked Omega wouldn’t catch their attention. Your neck throbbed, scent glands betraying you and pumping beneath your skin.

          You felt like clawing at Reiner’s chest, digging your fingers into the perfectly pressed designer shirt and burying your face into it to be overwhelmed by Alpha presence. You thought you could stave this off, but the nerves, this proximity to an Alpha...you needed to get the fuck out of here.

          “You’re going to have to take the award for-for both of us,” oh now you were stuttering, you were losing it, Reiner’s deeply masculine scent making you feel like a puddle. You hated these instincts, hated how it made you feel weak, hated how he smelled like the most inviting bakery and familiarity and how it made you want to fall to your knees and beg for the aching hole between your legs to be stuffed.

          “You can’t get home on your own, do you know how many Alphas would kill for—”

          You were pulling away from him, grabbing your purse so you could scrounge for those emergency suppressants to hopefully curtail this heat.

          The pills were absent, your resolve fading as you felt like crumpling into the floor and clutching your stomach. You knew people were starting to notice, noses in the air to find out where the overly sweet smell of an Omega was coming from.

          “I don’t need your help.”

          “Who else knows?” You didn’t like how the rumble of his voice made your skin tingle, made your panties feel too tight, wet.

          “Hange, Levi, the higher ups. They know, they saw it on my app-application. Said it would be…” you were starting to lose your train of coherent thoughts.

          “...best if no one knew?”

          Omegas were scarce. Omegas were weak. But you’d proven yourself in your training, you were too valuable for Commander Erwin to deny your approval into the Scouts.

          “Just—just tell people I got sick. That the stupid little shrimp hors d'oeuvres... f-fuck me,” you meant to say something else, something like they fucked with me, but all you could think about was how those strong hands felt on your shoulders and how they would feel so good pawing at your hips as he plowed into you to relieve your stress.

          Making a beeline out of the ornate, crowded ballroom, you had to excuse yourself as you bumped into a few backs and sides, stumbling over your feet as the clawing need in your stomach made you lose focus. You just had to get home. Grab a cab. Hope it’s not an Alpha driving, just get home to your nesting pillows and bury your fingers into your—

          Reiner was calling your name. If he was your Alpha you’d be stopping in your tracks to listen to his commands, but he wasn’t. He was your terrible, annoying...strong, capable, definitely had a fat cock…

          You didn’t know what you were thinking about when he finally caught up to you, pushing you outside the front doors. You wished it was winter, but it was a hot summer night, which just made the heat in your body worse, made your scent heavier, floating on the humidity. And there were people around, lobby boys taking in bags and tired families dragging their feet inside. Still the fresh air felt good, or at least it did, until Reiner invaded it with his scent again.

          “I’ll get you home,” he placed his hand on your lower back, palm touching bare, tender skin from the low cut of your dress, and you came undone. You pressed yourself into his thick chest, wrapping your arms around him and fisting them into the back of his shirt. You could hear him grunt at the contact, the two of you never the type of partners to go beyond a pat on the back or a punch to the arm.

          “N-not gonna make it home…”

          “Fucking shit I always knew there was something different about you.”

          He was dragging you back into the hotel, firm hand around your wrist.

          “I can’t help how I was born.”

          “Yeah but you could have fucking told me.”

          You quit your bickering as Reiner paid for a hotel room, you pressed to his side and trying to mask the scent of ripe, ready to fuck Omega underneath simmering Alpha. You snatched the key card on the counter from a very concerned concierge, listening but not really as she explained there were special rates for those in heat.

          “I didn’t want you to know.”

          People were staring now, the smell of Omega becoming so heavy it even bothered you. Rei tucked his arm around your waist, leading you toward the elevators. There was a sour, thirsty taste in your mouth as you listened to your heels clink upon the marbled floor. The scent of arousal was on him, but it wasn’t his fault, just his biology reacting to yours.

          You straightened your shoulders as you saddled up next to him in the elevator, watching the doors slowly close.

          “Reiner—”

          “Shut up.”

          He was on you in an instant, heavy body pressing you into the mirrored wall.

          “I should have known,” his voice was low, like he was divulging a secret, “a little Omega under my nose all long.”

          You gasped as one of his hands skimmed up your thigh, thumb swirling circles upon your skin.

          “D-don’t do this here, I can’t—” you couldn’t take it, you were putty in his hands, already looping a leg around his thigh and fussing with the buttons on his shirt. You needed to feel his skin, needed to drown in the scent of an Alpha.

          You were half way through peeling his shirt off his pectorals, that goddamn bowtie still in place, when your throat began to hurt. Reiner actually laughed at you when you paused your hasty undressing, having to cradle the left side of your neck as your scent glands throbbed, begging for teeth to be sunk into the sensitive skin to be marked, claimed.

          “Don’t you dare think about m-marking me,” god you wouldn’t be able to stop stuttering until you were stuffed with something, until you were able to chase away the aches before they returned again in a few hours.

          “But isn’t that what little Omegas want?” He was toying with you, grin so cocky you felt like sinking your thumbs into his smile and hurting him. His fingers were under your dress, dangerously close to your aching sex. His hand was so hot against your skin, so calloused and strong. You felt like Icarus, like you were flying too close to the sun. The pad of his index finger curled against your panties and you could have sworn you were already burning.

          You lifted your lips to catch his, only to have him turn his cheek as the elevator chimed, signaling your arrival to your floor.

          You followed in his steps, tracing your dress hem from where his giant palm had touched it, your fingers moving it even higher to try to alleviate the warmth stemming from between your legs. The keycard was heavy in your hand, like it was about to open a door to something wicked.

          “I-I can take care of this myself,” your placed your back against the door to your room, “and I’ll pay you back for the fees, just let me—”

          “Just let you what? Go fuck yourself in misery for the next five days?”

          God he looked so tempting, so big. He towered over you, scents of sex and earth and spice, like black cardamum and the bitter burn of peppers. You wanted to sink your fingers into his blonde hair and pull, pull him down to you, into you.

          But you reminded yourself you’d be patiently waiting for him to leave your life. Mating with him could have him sticking around, could have the two of you fucking up and getting attached.

          “Y-you have to accept the award,” you were literally slipping into the floor, gut twisting so badly that it felt like you were being ripped apart, your heat bursting into full bloom after his teasing touches. Reiner caught your upper arms to keep you up, making you whimper, and you knew the last thing you wanted was to be alone, even if it meant ruining yourself on Reiner’s cock.

          “Your scent has made me harder than I’ve ever been in my fucking life. I paid for the room because I’m staying in it, sweetheart.”

          He took the card from your weak fingers and shoved it into the reader, a big, heavy palm pressing against your stomach and pushing you into the open doorway. He kept his fingers on you, twisting his knuckles into the fabric of your dress.

          “Rei, don’t—”

          “I’m so fucking tired of playing games with you.”

          The threads snapped with a twist of his wrist, the delicate front of your dress parting as the heavy hotel door slammed shut. His hands were rough, quick, tearing and pawing at your dress, your bra, and all you could do was moan and kick your heels off to be forgotten on the floor.

          He pulled his crisp black jack off his shoulders, tossing it onto a desk chair, trousers and everything underneath following.

          “I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” You were already on him, pressing your naked chest to his and standing on your toes so you could bury your face into his neck. You couldn’t help but to purr, that soothing musk of Alpha encompassing all your senses. Fingers sunk into his body, your tongue hot against his skin as you laid kitten licks to his throat.

          “No wonder I can’t stand you,” Reiner’s hands were gliding down your back, admiring smooth, willing flesh, “why you make me fucking crazy.”

          “Please shut up and fuck me.”

          His tempting hands found your neck, thumb petting at the sore, pounding spot on your throat. It only made your scent stronger, made you keen and practically fall into him.

          “Kiss me first, like you mean it.”

          You didn’t have to be told twice.

          Any fight you had left dissipated when his tongue slipped into your mouth, hands still encased around your neck and keeping you pliant for him to taste. Your nails sunk into his shoulders, toes hurting from strain as you pushed your mouth up into his. God he tasted so good, like the first taste of food after starving, and your body had been starving for years. Unknotted, unmarked, your body was screaming for him, looking for an Alpha to fill you in ways that your measly attempts over the years never could.

          Violence was on the tip of his tongue, you could taste it, feel it in the way he started to squeeze the delicate column of your throat. Rut was kicking in, the overwhelming pheromones of Omega making his body respond, ready to knot, ready to devour.

          Slick was pouring down your thighs as you kissed him, body overly ready for him. Your stomach was twisting in coils, so painful that it made you gasp and pull away from his kiss, ready to fall into the floor if his hands didn’t keep you on your feet.

          “H-hurts, so, so bad,” you whined, trying to focus your breathing.

          Reiner started slowly moving you back toward the bed, thumbs now petting at the apples of your cheeks as tears started to form in your lower lashes.

          “Shh, shh, it’s okay, Alpha will take care of you.”

          Normally, the thought of Rei referring to himself as Alpha would repulse you, make you gag at how arrogant he was, but in this moment it made you so weak, made you moan as he crawled over your body on the bed. You were so little under him, dwarfed by brawn, small prey begging to be snatched and taken.

          His title was on the front of your mouth, ready to fall out, for you to call him what he was to you, but the sliver of sense you had left kept it at bay. You knew calling him Alpha could put you in a heat induced headspace you might not be able to come out of, might have you making lusty, hasty decisions that you’d regret once this god forsaken heat was over.

          “Rei-ner,” it was forced, he could tell, the syllables stuck to your tongue.

          He nuzzled into your neck, purring as he fell into the intoxication of your scent glands. Hands raked over your body, each touch jolting you like electricity, the webs of nerves under your skin coming alive as he toyed with you. Your legs spread instinctively to make room for his hips, but he kept his weight off of you, propping himself on his elbows.

          “So fucking perfect,” he mused, thumb trailing along your swollen lips, smearing the lipstick he’d complained about earlier, “should’ve told me sooner. I would’ve fucked you through every heat.”

          His words made you coo, made your fingers weave into his blonde hair and pull him down for another kiss. You couldn’t get enough of his taste, whiskey and fire and something sickenly sweet, like pure honey over powdered sugar. Reiner was still holding back, you could practically feel growls stuck in his chest when your hands eagerly wandered over his plush pectorals.

          So big. He’d be such a good protector. Such a good mate.

          “Need you, need you, Rei, p-please,” you shifted your hips as you spoke, ready to flip onto your stomach so he could take you from behind. It’s how you got through all the heats you ever had before; face down in pillows, letting some Alpha fuck you senseless like nature intended. But his hands stilled you, pinned you down below him.

          “Wanna watch your face as I take what’s mine.”

          The tips of your ears felt scorched from his words and the blood in your body flushed under your skin.

          His. You wanted to be his, fuck, you wanted your Alpha, needed him, need him to knot you and—

          “Take me, f-fuck, I hurt so bad,” you were crying again, the pain in your womb like a knife sawing through flesh, twisting and turning.

          “Gonna take such good care of you.”

          And you knew he would. That’s the way Reiner was. A protector. A provider. Arrogant to mask the sweetness, prideful to hide the humility.

          Big hands cupped your cheeks as his cockhead brushed through your folds, sending your neck flying back as you screamed just from the relief of feeling him spread your overheated slick.

          “Gonna fill you to the brim with my cum.”

          That broke you. Your last little grip on your sanity was remembering that Hange’s suppressants didn’t mix well with birth control. You hadn’t been on the pill for years, and with how strong this heat was, how repressed your body had felt, you were probably more fertile than you’d ever been.

          “Fuck,” your hands found his face, and when he looked at you, you sailed away in the gold currents of his gaze, “breed me.”

          His massive cock started to sink into your tight hole, the copious amounts of slick gushing from inside of you making his penetration easier. But even still, he was so engorged with blood and hormones ready to knot that his fat cock struggled to breach that first tight ring of muscle. You hissed, not from pain, but from relief, so ready to be full that no amount of stretching would detract from your pleasure.

          Heavy hands were on your hips, pulling you down to take all of him in. He was finally growling, your walls constricting around him and making him go absolutely mad.

          “Gonna breed you, Omega, give you my babies, f-fuck yes, have you dripping with cum.”

          The blinding pleasure was almost devastating, making you feel numb, making you feel like this was all you ever needed in the whole goddamn world—all you needed was Reiner’s cock to bring you rapture, to have you ascending to the holy planes that zealots coveted.

          “Move,” it was a quick plea, your legs curling around his waist in encouragement, “please, please fuck me, breed me.”

          He started a slow pace, but was enough to have you spiraling, eyes fluttering shut as you got lost in him. One of his hands swatted at your cheek, just enough to sting.

          “Eyes open. Watch me, be with me.”

          You tried your best to obey, but the drumming of his cock in your cunt had you seeing dark spots even as your eyes opened again. Reiner kept his hand on your face, locking it around your jaw so you watched him as he fucked you, his beautiful, defined cheekbones tinted pink as he became overwhelmed with his rut.

          How many times had you looked at him before? How many days had you spent working alongside him, doing your best to avoid looking at him? He got under your skin, made you feel weak. Maybe this was why, maybe you were repressing just how much you wanted him. Maybe he was meant to be your—

          “Alpha,” you breathed it out, let it fan over his ears, let it sink into his psyche.

          The word felt like a relief, like a sin. That attachment you feared was already caging you in.

          His pace kicked up to something brutal as you acknowledged not just his biology, but his title to you.

          You screamed so loudly that it hurt, had your throat burning as your moans bled into whines and mewls as he took from your willing cunt.

          A cacophony of sex filled the hotel room, the sound of primal grunts, shrill little screams, of flesh against flesh, balls slapping against your ass, his cock ramming into your squelching, drooling pussy.

          “That’s right, fuck, you’re mine, Omega. Mine.” He repeated the last word a few more times as he bent your legs farther back, straddling your thighs with his muscular legs as he folded you into a mating press. His cock began to stroke that sweet, spongy spot inside of you at the new angle, drilling into you at just the right curve to have you cumming before your body could even enjoy the build up.

          You shattered, cunt clenching and as you were so pleased to orgasm around a thick Alpha cock. You were babbling nonsense, even thanking him for letting you cum. Just a string of pleas and AlphaAlphaAlpha pouring off your tongue and melting into his sweaty skin.

          Your orgasm had your scent fresh in the room, had your neck fucking pounding with the need to be bitten, to be claimed.

          Reiner could smell it, could smell your insatiable need, instincts picking up on words you just couldn’t say.

          “Let me have you,” he demanded it between kisses to your shoulder, lips trailing up and stopping at the saccharine reek of your scent glands just below your jaw.

          He wouldn’t claim you without permission, he wasn’t that kind of man, wasn’t that kind of Alpha.

          You fell into a symphony of moans, neck tilting back in instinctual insinuation, but mouth still unwilling to make that plea. But then his scent overwhelmed you again, like spicy hot peppers and the sweetest sugar flooding over your body. You knew that scent by heart, had smelled it in smaller increments every day for years, had tried to ignore it, but now you couldn’t.

          His cock was swelling inside of you, his ruthless pace and your lingering orgasm edging him closer to release. The hand on your hip had bruised your skin, perfect indent of his palm, his long fingers, etched into your skin. The other was pulling at your neck, pushing your face to the side as he skimmed the bridge of nose along your skin, waiting, wanting.

          “Omega,” he purred, calling you, begging you, “please, yours, mine.”

          He was losing his thoughts too, drowning in instincts and euphoria.

          Your fingers laced in his hair, pulling his mouth closer to what he wanted.

          “Yours, Alpha, f-fuck,” your acceptance was loud and clear, even through the fog and sounds of sex. One bite was all it took, teeth barely sinking into your skin. You cried from how good it felt, that ache finally silenced as his tongue lapped over that patch on your neck that could now only belong to him.

          A bond was tightening, something scientists still couldn’t fully explain—being marked, claimed, it tethered you to someone beyond all comprehension. It was like making a deal with a devil, selling your soul, and for you, it was an admittance to attraction and acceptance of intimacy that you felt with Reiner.

          The act of marking had his cock swelling inside you, knotting you and spilling his seed into your depths to stay. That overbearing fullness had you tumbling over the orgasmic mountain again, had you clinging and screaming, colors you’d never fucking seen before bursting in the corners of your eyes and traveling over your body like fireworks. You shivered in his arms, quaked, fell apart, and he held you. Purring, comforting, like he’d finally brought you home.

          Time didn’t seem to exist, lines between pleasure and pain so blurred that you couldn’t even feel the burn in your legs from being spread open for so long. You stayed in that mating press for what felt like hours. Reiner kept kissing at your neck, letting his scent blend in with yours.

          You’d never smell the same again. You’d always be tainted with him, carry bits of his scent with you forever. The thought didn’t even bother you, just brought you comfort, made you purr as your fingers lazily threaded through his hair.

          Finally, his cock became soft enough for him to pull out of you, lines of cum dripping from your abused pussy as he fell on his back next to you.

          The love hormones kicked in, had you curling around him even as you stretched out weary muscles. You were ready to sleep, ready to rest until the next wave of your heat came in a few hours and had you pleading for him again.

          But a pesky thought plagued your mind, a jealous one, one you’d never had about another Alpha before.

          How many other Omegas had wanted what was yours? How many of them had Reiner denied a claim to before you?

          “Why me?” you murmured into his heaving chest, fingertips drawing aimless circles in his downy chest hair.

          “Could ask you the same thing.”

          You sat up to look at him, to let him cup your cheek as his eyes flickered over your face.

          “How many Alphas have wanted you?”

          There was solace in knowing he had the same questions.

          “Haven’t had a heat since I met you.”

          Concern flashed across his face, that intensity you were used to seeing in his brow coming to life.

          “You won’t do that again.”

          His command made you feel warm, had your belly already pulling and churning and wanting again.

          “I won’t. Because even though you’re a shitty partner, you’re my mate.”

          That realization swept over him hard and fast, a range of emotions painting his features before he settled on a smile.

          His thumb petted your skin, bringing you in for a kiss.

          “You’re the only award I needed tonight.”

[sularis]

Hi hello Tumblr, long time no see, I haven’t been here for who knows how long, anyways I’ll cut straight to the reason I came back to post this thing and will dip again.

So let’s talk about Belos.

Ever since episode 1 of the 3rd season of The Owl House has aired, I had this theory in my head that just clicked right for me. And it is regarding our behated villain, Emperor Belos. 

So, from what we know about the Wittebane brothers is that they arrived in Boiling Isles after being lured by a witch, Evelyn, who in the end made Caleb fall in love with her as well as she fell for him and the two married and were to have children when Philip attacked and killed his brother and began his journey to become a supposedly immortal dictator ruling over the civilization on Titan’s body. We get the gist of what occurred during the events presented to us in Hollow Mind, in Belos’ memories, but there’s still a lot of questions that might be crucial for us to get a clear picture what happened at the time the brothers were in the realm by themselves.

Where did the curse Belos was trying so desperately to control came from? Where the brothers inseparable at all times since they first arrived in Boiling Isles? If so, why didn’t Philip do something about his brother marrying a witch way earlier? What actually lead to Philip taking such a drastic turn and killing his only familiar in the unknown land? His hatred for witches or something none of us really payed attention to?

Answering the 2nd question - No, I don’t think that Philip and Caleb stayed together from the moment they arrived in Boiling Isles. And I think two of the portraits in Belos’ memories could back up my theory.

In here we can see the moment Caleb was lured into the unknown by a witch and Philip (still looking like a teen/late teen at most) followed after them (pic on the left) and then Philip (seemingly a late teen or young adult) standing alone in front of the Isles, either already exploring them or about to explore them.

The brothers weren’t together through their first years in Boiling Isles, they might’ve entered the portal at same/similar times, but they didn’t travel them together.

What I think happened was Caleb started meeting with Evelyn, trying to keep it a secret from his brother and people in their village. Possibly he didn’t feel like he belonged in the witch hunting thing going on and opposed it in secret, so when he met Evelyn and started hanging out with her, he started feeling at home. Philip caught wind of something not being right with Caleb and followed him one day, only to find him following the witch to the graveyard where the original portal was and (maybe) where the two lovers would easily meet, in a place no one could spot them.

Once Caleb entered the portal, Philip checked it out himself and went in soon after, or he returned home, wrote a note about what happened, gathered some stuff he’d need to save his only family and then run through the portal himself. Both possibilities seem fairly probably

Now, once he arrived in Boiling Isles, there obviously was no sight of his brother or the witch who “kidnap” him. But Philip wouldn’t give up started searching for them, simultaneously exploring the new place he was sent to. That’s when he began writing down his journal and documenting everything he experienced in it.

He was young, so maybe that new place fascinated him so much that he started to doubt his previous hateful beliefs on witches, since they were able to live in such beautiful but dangerous place.

But somewhere along those lines, he came across the goo that would be not only his, but also many, many others’ demise.

Why goo though? Wasn’t what he was going through a curse of some kind?

Maybe, maybe not, but from what I gathered, the thing that Belos was in the episode doesn’t feel like a curse to me. Just look at how Hunter could be easily controlled by it just because he came in a contact with it. It infested him, ate him away and took over control of his body to the point that once it left, our boy was basically dead. If getting in contact with it ends up in it being able to completely take over you and kill you in a matter of days, what was it able to do in a span of centuries?

This is how i think it went: Philip was exploring the Isles for a few years now and hoping that soon enough he’ll come across his brother, who he haven’t seen since the day he ventured after him into this foreign land. He stumbled into a weird place and immediately started to describe it in his notebook, when he started feeling very uneasy about the place, as if something was watching his every move from every angle of the place and preparing for when to strangle him when he least expects it. He left the place as soon as he could, thinking that he’ll feel better once he’s far from there, but when the feeling wasn’t going away he started to get concerned. He didn’t know that the supposed water droplet that landed on him while he was still in that place would be what he’ll become in few years, maybe even just months.

I think that goo was a sort of parasite, that once it gets in contact with the targets slowly but surely takes over them and plays them for it’s own benefit. A bonus could be if it was super effective with non-witches, as they didn’t have as strong immunity to the parasite as ones who have the magic organ patches to their heart from their birth. Which would explain why Hunter got possessed by it so quickly.

The parasite was very present in Philips body and he could feel it inside of him, but he didn’t know how he could possibly deal with it since he never came across something like that. So he lived with it as it began to appear as a voice in his mind, pursuing his put-aside hatred for witches and manipulating his memories, feelings and beliefs in a way, that would make Philip unpredictable and murderous, killing the last bits of goodness in him.

Now, the goo didn’t kill him that quickly, it would need more time and power before it would be able to fully overtake him. Philip used palismans to feed the beast, or maybe to maintain it? Like, the monster in it’s real form was an aggressive being who would murder anything that came across it, so to keep it under control, Philip began hunting for either lost or left behind palismans, which when killed could give the goo sustenance and calm it down, so he could manage to maintain control for a little while.

I don’t think that Philip ever actually regained control due to that method, I think the goo just made him think he did to keep him from resisting it, while it already had full control over it.

And now we get to the reunion of the brothers.

Philip finally came across the main city in Boiling Isles, but preferred to keep away from it as he despised the witches very deeply at that point and didn’t wish to get close to them. And then, he witnessed unspeakable:

His own brother, mingling with the witch that lured him there in the first place. This was the first time he saw him since the moment they were separated and what did his brother do over that while? He married a witch and expected a baby with her. That most absolutely enraged Philip and powered by the goo he decided to try and get what even happened out of his brother and possibly take him back home, as he planned from the start. 

To his surprise, Caleb welcomed him very happily when he saw him after all those years, even when Philip scared him half to death. He even hugged his brother when goo was overtaking him, which might’ve been a reason as to why Philip carved glyphs into his arms (he probably knew of them well already), to protect himself as much as he could from the goo. The embrace of his brother brought him back for a while, which was enough for him to see that what the monster was making him do was terrible.

But he wasn’t strong enough to put the stop to monster taking over his body, so in the end, furious about Philip possibly finding a cure for it if he were to take the control again thanks to his brothers’ help, the goo decided to kill him and make Philip the enemy of Clawthorn home. 

I think only after that situation did Philip carved protection glyphs onto his arms, and maybe whole body, and I don’t know whether those glyphs working was a cost of palismans life or was it to tame the goo, but it didn’t work and Philip succumbed to being a puppet of a monster.

What happened afterwards is more clear to us, Philip gave away his notebook, started searching for a way back home and eventually became what everyone knew him as ‘til the end of his rule - Emperor Belos. I assume that somewhere in between all these he tried to play god and resurrect his brother, but to no avail, so he made grimwalkers in his image.

Look at all the paintings, they all seem haggard and in most cases almost destroyed and I think that it might be due to the goo as well.

See, there’s no way that Philip’s body would be able to stay intact for all eternity, his oldest human form seems to be staying in the time where he was 40-50 or bit older. Even if palismans had the ability to make someone appear younger or keep them alive for longer, I doubt that even with that the person would be able to stay alive for hundreds of years more than they were supposed to. So I’m pretty sure that Philip we knew of died not long after or maybe possibly before he killed his brother. He has been constantly consumed and exhausted by the parasite he couldn’t get rid of, so it was natural for him to eventually pass away. But unlike our parasites, this one wouldn’t leave its feeder’s body even when there was no use of it anymore - well, there actually was use of Philip’s corpse or at very least his appearance, voice, beliefs, partially personality and way of being.

Basically, the goo took Philip’s appearance and everything else and made it its own, with the last thing of actual Philip left in that monstrous body were his very own memories that kept the last sense of him alive, although they were fading away.

Why would the goo keep these memories once it created its own as Belos? The fact that Philip’s consciousness was still somewhere there in Belos’ mind could be an explanation to that.

Now, just because Philip was controlled by the goo into being the monster and dictator he was, doesn’t mean that he back when he was himself wasn’t a bad person as well. He was a part of witch trails after all and he brought many, possibly innocent people to death and I have a suspicion that he was naturally skilled in manipulation, which would make sense if that also was what the goo focused on and mastered over the time it resided in Philip.

Alright, so, I don’t know if anyone else made such a connection or had the same theory as me and if I’m original or not, or if this makes any sense, but it’s been sitting in my head for months now and I had to let it out somewhere. If something seems unclear I’m up for discussion.

Anywho, that’s all to it from my part

[crankynewt]

Life Could Be a Dream - Chapter 2

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Summary: (Y/N) slowly begins to remember their life with “Pietro” before WestView as they move through the decades, but sometimes knowledge is a curse rather than a blessing.

Pairing: Pietro (Peter) Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: WandaVision Episode 6 spoilers! Read at your own risk!

Author’s Note: Here’s the highly requested second part to Be Okay! You don’t have to read it to understand this story, but it does fill in the gap during the 80s episode and give a little more context into the reader’s mind. Also, the reader’s powers and Halloween costume are highly based off of Starlight from the boys even though I did my best to make it gender neutral, but that’s what I kinda envisioned!

(Not My Gif!)

Your hips swayed as you danced around the kitchen, the sound of The Chords’ “Life Could Be a Dream” filled the room from the record player in the corner your beloved vinyl was spinning on. Chopping pineapple for the jell-o in the bundt mold beside you, you hummed along to the familiar tune as your feet shuffled back and forth on the checkered floor.

A whooshing sound and light breeze behind you tore your attention away from the task at hand. Turning around quickly, you were met with the smiling face of your loving boyfriend, relaxing in a chair with his feet propped up against the kitchen table. His dark jeans were complimented by a letterman jacket adorning his shoulders, his shades of grey complimenting your own and those surrounding the both of you.

“My partner and their impeccable taste in music.” He smirked, arms crossed behind his head.

“My boyfriend and his faster-than-a-bullet superspeed.” You retorted, shuffling over to your man and giving him a playful smack on the leg. “Feet off the table! We’ve gotta eat here in a few hours!”

Pietro whooshed once again, this time with one hand in your waist while the other held yours, finally slowing down enough to gently rock you to the music. Life really could be a dream, and you were experiencing it first-hand.

“What is happening? Where did this come from?!” Agent Woo asked, watching the dancing couple sway as a hexagon framed the image and the words ‘Pietro(Y/N)’ shone across the screen.

“I don’t know! When Wanda recast Pietro an extra broadcast started from inside the hex and this is what the channel’s playing.” Darcy explained, taking a sip of her long awaited coffee as the end credits began to roll. “She must have somehow created another storyline for them.”

“But, wait… Didn’t somebody say that (Y/L/N) went missing before the blip?” Monica commented, pointing at your smiling face on the screen.

“Last I heard was that they got beamed up on that spaceship in New York with Spider-Man and Doctor Strange, but nobody’s seen them since.” Jimmy added, crossing his arms with a furrowed brow.

“Well wherever they were, they’re back in action.”

You woke up with a gasp, shooting straight up as a cold sweat adorned your body. Your nightmare had been something that you couldn’t believe your mind had imagined, it was so real, so dark… 

You had been on a strange planet surrounded by shades or orange and red, weirdly dressed people fighting all around you. At the centre of it all was this purple giant, a metallic glove adorning his hand as he fought the group of you away. 

Before you knew what you were doing you were rushing towards him, hand raised as a tingling feeling ran down your arm while golden light formed around your hand. But your attack was to no avail as with a clench of his fist the giant had opened a red hole in front of you and you began free falling.

“What? What is it?” Pietro grumbled, slowly waking up at your sudden outburst. He sat up as well, rubbing his hand on your lower back soothingly. 

“It was just a dream, babe.” You brushed it off, turning to face Pietro and leaning closer towards him. His eyes still held worry and a bit of disbelief as you played it off, but rather than argue, he just held you close as the two of you laid back down until sleep took it’s hold once more. 

“How much longer ‘till he calls?” Darcy whined, spinning in her chair as the boredom of watching reruns overtook her. You and Peter had just finished your ‘80s episode, meaning that the two of you had just reunited with Wanda and Vision.

“Don’t worry, he’ll call.” Monica replied, and as if on cue the name ‘Jimmy Woo’ was flashing upon her phone screen. She was quick to answer and eagerly pressed the device to her ear. “Woo? What’d your guy say?”

“Scott said that (Y/N) hasn’t been seen since they were on a planet called Titan fighting Thanos. Stark apparently told him that they got tossed in some hole he opened and they couldn’t get them back.” Jimmy explained, the sound of a car moving filling the background as he was already on his way back from talking to Lang.

“You don’t think that he sent her to wherever this new Pietro came from, do you?” Monica responded, Darcy shrugging her shoulders in response.

“I mean, it’s well within the realm of possibilities?” 

“What are you boys doing?” You called from the bottom of the stairs to where Pietro and the twins were playing some video game on the tv, laughing and shouting as they shot at each other. “Piet, why aren’t you in your costume?”

Your boyfriend finally turned to face you and your Halloween costume had his jaw quite literally dropping. You adorned a white costume with a golden star and accents on the front, meanwhile your cape was white with countless smaller stars decorating it’s entirety.

“Wow! Babe, you look… Wow!” He ogled, speeding over to you as his eyes took in your costumed appearance. He ignored your question, Wanda having to bug her brother once more for him to drag Tommy with him to make their matching Quicksilver costumes, their hair slicked up on the sides in an odd way.

Before you knew it the five of you were making your way down the street bustling with costumed kids. Pietro and Wanda were a couple steps ahead of you with the twins, you making the decision to take a minute to appreciate your domestic life while the siblings caught up.

“Unleash hell, demon spawn!” Pietro yelled as the twins went running off to fill their buckets with candy. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop, however you weren’t very far behind them and neither twin was making any effort to speak quietly.

“Do you remember when we were at the orphanage when mom and dad died?” She asked, the duo stopping to talk to each other in the middle of the busy road. While you didn’t intend to stop yourself, the sudden confusion that struck your mind left you no other choice.

Orphanage? Why would Peter have ever been in an orphanage when both his parents were still alive?  Wait, Peter? Where was all this coming from?

Suddenly your life was quite literally flashing before your eyes. Getting your powers, joining the Avengers, falling through the portal to another reality, meeting the X-Men… Oh, and Peter. Your relationship with Peter came back in moments, from your first meeting to the day he kissed you after you almost died on a mission. And how could you ever have forgotten your wedding day?! 

“Peter?” You asked out loud. Whether you were calling out to the man who you now remember to be your husband or questioning the memories that you had just regained you weren’t sure.

Your sudden comment caused Peter/Pietro to scoff in disbelief and furrow his brows, meanwhile Wanda’s expression darkened as her eyes glared daggers into your head. 

“Did you just call me Peter?” He asked incredulously, but his face quickly softened as he saw the fear in your eyes. You were utterly dumbfounded, How did you get back here? Last thing you remembered was being at the school, then all of a sudden you were living in some sit-com town.

“Why doesn’t he remember me? Wanda, what have you done?” Your voice wavered, your gaze shifting from Peter to Wanda, who would have already murdered you if looks could kill.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Her eyes flashed red, meanwhile Peter was standing there as if everything around him was completely normal.

“I think you do. Don’t make me do this, Wanda.” Your eyes began glowing as well. There was no way this would be ending well.

[jellyfishinajamjar]

Quick drabble, not beta-read, inspired by your recent Huntlow post

Gus notices it first. Of course, he does. It’s Amity and Luz all over again. Albeit Hunter might be even more dense than either of the two, seeing as his social life has pretty much been kickstarted not all too long ago. As his practically honorary brother, Gus has been trying to help where and when he can: Sitting to either the left or right of the two, but not ever in-between, when Luz sat them down for another movie night; subtly commenting on Hunter’s qualities when talking to Willow (not that he’d have to do the same for Hunter – that boy was head over heels anyways); getting Skara and Viney out of Willow and Hunter’s ears once flyer-derby practice was finished for the day.

Skara and Viney had caught onto Gus’ wingman-ing, same for Luz and later Amity. The latter dryly commenting that Willow was too good for Hunter, but he was probably, unfortunately, her type, going off of secrets exchanged during long sleepovers. To his own detriment, Gus had promised himself, that there was no way he’d let Luz or Skara – who were the most eager – interfere, as proposed ‘ship names’ and illustrated ‘fanfics’ would probably kill Hunter on the spot, or at the very least scare him off for good. Therefore, he had sworn all four girls to secrecy in exchange for him doing some occasional illusion-related favours: Amity had him do the most elaborate and cheesy stuff for a date with Luz – because of course she did –, Viney had Gus calm down Puddles every now and again, but more often than not just conjure something to keep Puddles engaged in his own games during flyer-derby practice, Skara had him conjuring up some smaller pranks in particular on Boscha (this was admittedly fun to Gus as well) and Luz had regularly asked for illusion-stand-ins for lessons at Hexside, not because she didn’t want to attend, but could simply not attend three different classes at the same time.

After an extremely and exhausting flyer-derby session and a romantic forest date for Luz and Amity, Gus was entirely drained, so when Luz asked him to attend the advanced potion theory class, he just gave in and decided to attend the class himself. Oh, what didn’t he do for his older brother?!

 Class was slow-going and although Gus had begun checking out some other classes – especially the newly introduced wild magic ones taught by the Owl Lady herself as well as the guy she pickpocketed – potion making was for sure not his cup of tea. Distractedly he began doodling small portraits of Emmeline in his/Luz’ notebook, when he picked up some older witches sitting in front of him talking about Willow of all things.

“The flyer-derby captain? Isn’t she like dating that team-member of hers? That Golden guard kid?”

“Well, last I checked, she didn’t. I asked her during our plant magic class, whether she already had a grom date and she said no.”

“Maybe he’s still going to ask her?”

“Not if I ask her first. She’s really sweet, you know? We did a project together and I can tell you she’s one titan of a witch.”

Oh. That guy. Now Gus knew who that witchling was. Hunter had been going up the wall during the entire time Willow had worked on that project, complaining about still being ways behind on plant magic thus being partnered with Luz, who by spreading herself extremely thin across all subjects, was advancing steadily but slowly (except in abomination magic due to obvious reasons) in most of them. Hunter loved Luz. But she also drove him absolutely crazy if it came to schoolwork, always pushing for the “creative” approach rather than his straight-forward one, thus often costing them double the time – although whenever they were partnered, they typically also received stellar grades.

Over the course of said project Willow had had little time to spare, but lots of stories to tell. None of which appeared to be to Hunter’s liking, when they went out to the eye scream parlour for their post-game dissections with Viney and Skara.

Well. Considering, what Gus had just listened to, it seemed like Hunter would need a bit of an extra-push sooner rather than later. Maybe Gus would have to employ Luz’ help after all.

***

The shrill scream heralding the end of the school day went off just when Hunter was about to nod-off during his oracle class, having barely slept the night before after Skara had overenthusiastically explained grom to him after practice. Gathering his supplies and throwing everything a bit haphazardly into his backpack, he got up just to spot Willow waiting at the classroom door. He could feel the tips of his ears turn warm when she waved at him. At least he could supress a small ear wiggle this time around.

“Shouldn’t you be at the greenhouse?”, he asks for a greeting.

“Oh, don’t worry. I came in early today and already took care.”, she smiles at him. Great. Now his cheeks also feel on fire. He chuckles a bit awkwardly hoping to cover it up a bit. “But I do have some more plans for today and you will help me with it.”

“I will?”, he teasingly raises an eyebrow at Willow, who elbows him in response, now giggling a little as well.

“Well. Once I tell you, I am sure, you’ll agree.”

“I am listening.”

“So, do you remember, how I asked about your clothing size a couple of weeks ago?”

“Yeah sure” He had been wondering about that.

She pulls a wrapped package out of her bag and hands it to Hunter with what he can only describe as the sweetest of smiles: “Would you do me the favour…?”

“Thank you…?”, he carefully takes the gift and turns it over in his hands, trying to piece the information together.

“Go ahead. Open it.”, she says excitedly.

Practically unable to refuse any of her wishes, he slides his finger along the paper, deliberately removing the adhesive tape without ripping everything to shreds. Willow is practically vibrating with impatience. When he’s finally done, Hunter holds a green bundle in his hands.

“Unfold it!”

It’s a green varsity jacket with white sleeves. On the back in white, big, bold lettering, a single ‘H’. He turns the garment over in his hands. Stitched unto the left front are the letters H.D. and a red bird silhouette. Oh. H.D. – Hunter Deamonne. It’s a flyer-derby team jacket. Meticulously, he brushes his fingers along the lettering.

“How do you like it?”

Oh right. Willow is here. Willow, who had just given him his own flyer-derby jacket. Willow, who had most likely spent hours stitching the cardinal onto the jacket. Willow, who now looked at him with sparkling eyes and broad smile.

“It’s amazing”, he breathes.

“Wanna try it on?”, she asks. He nods and she helps him slide the jacket on by taking his backpack from him. The jacket fits perfectly.

Impulsively he picks her up by the waist and spins her around, making her laugh. It’s music to his ears, but also reminds him of the fact, that this is the real Willow in his arms and not some weird dream. Feeling himself flush, he quickly sets her down.

“Sorry. It’s just… neat. It’s very neat. Thank you.”, he coughs. Willow is still giggling.

“Want me to show you the others?”

***

Gus has a whole talk prepared, when he calls Hunter for a quick chat in the evening…but drops it all the second he sees the former Golden Guard snuggled into a green varsity jacket.

Idiots. He thinks.

***

Skara and Viney love the new jackets. Gus absolutely adores the team gear as well, but had, of course, known about this project of Willow’s for ages and had received his jacket several days in advance of anyone else.

“These are really awesome Willow.”

“Absolutely loving it. Wait let me just take a quick pic for my penstagram.”, Skara whips out her scroll and sweaty and dirty as they are, they pose for some team pictures. For some reason – a reason Skara and Viney are unaware yet of, but Gus has already spotted across the field – Hunter’s face drops after the fifth team selfie.

***

Hunter does not like Alex. In fact, he cannot stand them. He has only ever exchanged a few words with them, but the way they look at Willow rubs him in the wrong way.

And now they are here, waiting on the bleachers for their group to disband for the day.

***

Willow spots Alex seconds after Skara and Viney leave and waves at them. Her former project partner waves back at her from the bleachers, confirming that they were waiting on her.

Turning to Gus and Hunter she excuses herself: “Alex’s here, I’ll just say hi to them, don’t wait up on me.”

Leaving her sports bag with Hunter and Gus, Willow jogs over to the bleachers.

She doesn’t turn around to see Hunter turn into a figurative tomato, nor Gus’ absolutely exasperated look.

Climbing down the bleachers, Alex enthusiastically greets her, when she comes to a halt.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“So, what’re you doing here? Didn’t expect you to be around Hexside so late.”

“I was just waiting for your practice to finish.”

“And what did you think?”

“Looking very good. Especially the plant spin combo, you tried today.”

“But it didn’t work.” She wrings her hands in embarrassment.

“I’m sure, you’ll make it work by the time the next game rolls around.” They smile genuinely.

“Thanks.” Willow puffs up at the comment. Looking up at Alex she rephrases her initial question. “What can I help you with at this time of day?”

Alex blushes a little. “Well. You see. It’s almost that time of the school year again… and I know there hasn’t been any announcement yet… but I was hoping…”

Willow is trying to untangle the words, but before they can even finish, Hunter materializes mere centimetres away from her accompanied by the signature golden teleportation glow.

“You forgot your sports bag, Captain.”

Alex stiffens and whatever they had wanted to say, dies on their tongue.

“Thanks, Hunter.” Willow smiles sweetly at Hunter before turning back to them, a now more apologetic smile plastered across her face. “Sorry, continue please.”

“I…Well…you see…”, they stutter, eyes darting between the sweet smiling Willow and the death-glare sent to them by her teammate, “Grom will be taking place soon… and I was wondering… There’s someone, I’ve been meaning to ask out… and well…”

Willow looks at them expectantly. It suddenly clicks for Hunter. He needs to do something. Now.

“Of course, we’ll help you ask out that crush of yours.”

That was cold, he hears Luz’ voice in his head.

Alex face contorts into a forced grimace. Hunter smiles devilishly.

Willow is utterly oblivious. Being crushed on, is definitely not something she is used to.

Alex opens and closes his mouth several times but before they can say anything a fresh breeze has Willow shivering in her short flyer-derby uniform, with the sweat still clinging to her skin adding onto the sudden cold. Without a second thought Hunter puts his own team jacket across her shoulders. Alex looks as if ready to explode.

“Thanks…”, they manage, “Talk to you later, Willow?”

Excusing themselves, Alex winks at her, but takes off before she has any chance to answer.

She turns to Hunter, huffing: “That was really uncalled for. You practically scared them off.”

Hunter must supress a snarky comment about that being the plan. He also is reminded of the fact, that all his smugness goes out the window the second he’s alone with Willow.

“Sorry.” He doesn’t mean it though. Not really.

With a sigh Willow grabs her sports bag from him. “It’s fine. I’ll just call them later.”

Willow is about to slip her arms into the jersey jacket, when she notices, that it isn’t hers, but Hunter’s.

“Oh.”, she utters unintelligible. Following her gaze Hunter blushes a little.

“Sorry, I must have grabbed the wrong one.”, he quickly intervenes. – It hadn’t been the wrong jacket, his brain adds unnecessarily.

Handing over the jacket and throwing on her own, Willow shakes off the small blush.

“Well. It’s time for me to go home anyways. See you tomorrow?”

“Sure. See you tomorrow.”, he tries his best not to sound disappointed.

***

Having watched the scene from across the field, Gus facepalms himself.

[buttterknifeee]

Sisters- Teen Titans x Aquagirl Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You don't get along well with your own siblings, but maybe you'll get along well with Starfire's super-cool, definitely-not-evil sister!

Pairings: Platonic! Starfire x reader

Word Count: 3575

A/N: Hey guys!!! Sorry for posting this so late I just did this one a lot slower lol. Unfortunately, school's starting soon so I won't be able to write as often. I'm still working on 2 fics so keep that in mind if you want to request!

Carnivals were the best invention in the world, you decided. The rides, the food, the games, and you only get to enjoy it a few times a year. So when the carnival does come to visit, you always make sure to enjoy it as much as you can.

“Don’t you just lovvvveee carnivals?” You say, walking next to Raven.

“Well, Beast Boy and Cyborg have been trying to win an animal from a single game for the past hour and Robin and Starfire are probably making out on the ferris wheel, so not as much as you.” she says, staring straight ahead. The others had paired up and set off when you first entered the carnival, so that left you with Raven. And as much as you love Raven, you love her in a “meditating/book club” way, not a “fun adventure” way. You approached the two boys as they finally won their carnival game prize.

“Told you we’d win a prize” Beast Boy grinned at Raven, holding a toy chicken to her face.

“A giant chicken. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.” She said sarcastically.

Suddenly, Robin jumped in front of the four of you.

“Titans! Trouble!” He yelled, standing up from a crouching position.

“Where’s Starfire?” Cyborg asked.

“That's the trouble,” Robin said, then promptly took off. The four of you followed him close behind. He brings the four of you to a dock, where you finally see the “trouble” Robin was talking about. Starfire was being chased by a flying, squid-like space robot with tentacles and everything. She flies past the five of you, the flying machine doing the same.

“Who’s her new best friend?” Beast Boy asks, staring at the scene before you.

“Don’t know, but I can’t wait to meet him,” Robin said.

Starfire hid behind you as the flying machine continued to follow her. Beast Boy turned into an alligator and tried to attack the robotic squid, but missed. You tried to hit it with jets of water, but it bounced off of its exterior. Raven threw a hot dog cart at the machine with her telekinesis, but it simply tore straight through the cart. Cyborg grabbed onto the tentacles and strained as the machine tried to get away.

“Don't know what you did to make this thing mad, Star, but it couldn't hurt to apologize!” Cyborg yelled, trying to keep a grip on the tentacles.

“I am… sorry?” Starfire apologizes confusingly, taking shelter behind a grimacing Robin.

Cyborg loses grip on the mysterious space squid as Robin jumps forward. He hits the machine hard with his staff and it falls into the water. A moment of silence falls onto the six of you.

“So, did we just win?” Beast Boy asked.

His answer came in the form of the machine crashing through the floor and back into the sky. Robin jumps onto it.

“Don’t see an OFF switch,” He yells. “Guess I’ll have to make one!” He punches into the side of the machine. The machine goes haywire, and Robin jumps off of it before it flies crazily into the sky and blows up. Since there were already fireworks, any regular citizens could have easily mistaken it for one of the big finals. You turned your attention to Starfire.

“Starfire, are you alright?” you ask. She nodded with a small smile.

“Whatever that thing was, it can’t hurt you now.” Robin said, now next to her again.

Starfire frowned. “But… why did it wish to hurt me at all?”

.

You found yourself back in the tower after such an eventful night. Despite being attacked by some alien machine, Starfire seemed to be in a cheery mood.

“I shall thank you for my rescue by reciting the Poem of Gratitude, all six thousand verses.” She said, a giant smile on her face. You and the others stopped dead in your tracks, not excited for how the rest of the night will seem to go.

“I think ‘thank you’ cuts it,” You say.

Suddenly, you hear a voice. “I see you haven’t changed a bit.” The voice belonged to a girl who bore a striking resemblance to Starfire. She had long, black hair, and wore a black outfit similar to Starfire, except hers had more metal components. The mystery girl continued.

“When we were little, I was always rescuing Starfire.”

“Sister!” Starfire squealed, running to hug her. Starfire’s sister smiled, holding up a necklace with a large green gem as the pendant.

“A Centauri Moon Diamond?? Where did you get-”

“On the Centauri Moons of course.” the sister said, fastening the necklace around Starfire’s neck. “Oh look, it matches your eyes.” Starfire smiled brightly. You remember that you’ve been staring at the two of them interacting when she turns to the five of you.

“I wish to introduce my big sister,” Starfire said. Her sister stepped in front of her.

“Blackfire,” she said. “ And since Star told me all about the Titans in her transmissions, let me guess.” She walks over to Cyborg.

“Cyborg,” She guessed correctly.

“Pleased to meet you little lady,” Cyborg says, holding out his hand. She takes it and you hear the sound of metal bending. Cyborg holds up his hand, now bent out of shape.

“Little lady, big handshake. Well alright!” he says with a smile. Blackfire moves on.

“Raven. I like that gemstone on your Ajna chakra,” Blackfire says.

“You know about chakras?” Raven asked, mildly impressed.

“I got way into meditation on Altara Prime.” She says casually. She then turned to you.

“Aquagirl. Oh my god your outfit is soooo cute! And your hair, how do you get it so healthy?” She said, clasping your hands. Her voice was nothing like Starfire’s; it was much smoother, and more confident, not to mention she had the American accent down.

“Mix of coconut oil, avocado, and a cabinet full of hair ointments” you wink.

“You’ll have to give me tips.” she winked back.

She continued her introductions, finally getting to Robin. She was all over him, complimenting his outfit, calling his mask ‘mysterious’, etc. You saw Starfire steaming with anger, even if she didn’t show it. She intercepted them as Blackfire got close to his face.

“So beloved sister, what brings you to Earth?” Starfire asks, an annoyed grin spread across her face.

“I was in the quadrant. Thought I'd see if Earthlings like to party.” She said, hopping onto the couch. “Besides, I needed a rest. Nearly got sucked into a black hole on the way here.” Immediately, the three boys rushed over to her, the three of you girls still behind them. You rolled your eyes at the sight of the three teens crowding around Blackfire.

“Black hole?”

“No way!”

“Cool”

You could feel Blackfire’s smirk as she began her story.

“Okay. I’m cruising through Draconis Nebula and-”

Starfire interrupted. “Sister! That nebula is full of black holes! You know travel there is forbidden.” The four teens on the couch stared at her.

“Most fun things in life are. Now be a sweetie and bring me one of those sodas I've heard so much about.” Blackfire waved at her and turned back to the boys. You heard her continue the story, but all you could focus on was Starfire grumbling towards the fridge. You look at Raven; your way of saying Ill go after her.

You find Starfire taking a soda can out of the fridge, talking to herself.

“Starfire?” you ask. She flinches at your approach, almost dropping the soda in her hand.

“Oh! Aquagirl. You have caught me off guard, my apologies,” she rubs her neck, blushing.

“You alright? You seemed a little worked up back there,” you say as the teen straightened herself up.

“Oh it's nothing, it's just that…” she sighed, closing the refrigerator. “My sister has always acted in such a way that can cause me to feel… annoyed.”

“Oh well, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m always here.” She hugs you, still holding the can of soda.

“Thank you my friend”

.

The next day, You were sitting in your room. Starfire barged in while you were rubbing the water from your head with your towel.

“Oh hey Starfire! What's up?” you smile, putting the towel onto your bed.

“Aquagirl! Have you seen Blackfire?” she asked. You noticed that she seemed distressed, but decided to answer her question first.

“Oh! We just went surfing! She crushed those waves!” You say, reminiscing. She was surprisingly good at surfing, especially since she told you it was her first time. Starfire frowned.

“Oh. alright.” you frowned back at her answer.

“Well, I think she might be with Robin right now. Is everything alright?” you ask. Her face turns bright red at the mention of Robin’s name.

“N- I mean, yes! Everything is alright. I must go.” She slammed the door before you could say anything. You wanted to go after her, but you figured since she left so quickly, she's probably not in the mood to talk. You went about your day, still a little worried about her.

.

Nighttime fell, and you sat on the couch with the other Titans, relaxing after an uneventful day. Starfire skipped in holding popcorn, candy, and a bunch of CDs.

“Friends! I invite you to join me in the togetherness of a stay-home movie night. I bring you popcorn and non-cotton candies. Tell me, what sort of movie shall we view?”

“Action,” said Robin.

“Romance!” you cheered.

“Comedy.” spat Beast Boy.

“Sci-fi” Cyborg offered.

“Horror.” Raven said flatly. Starfire drops her goodies.

“Perhaps a double feature?” she asked.

“Forget the flicks, kids.” You looked up to see Blackfire, now dressed in Starfire’s clothes. “We’re going out!”

“We are? Where did you- How did you-” Starfire stuttered, obviously confused by her sister’s new look.

“Heard about a party downtown,” Blackfire continued, ignoring her sister. “Cool crowd, hot music”

“Sound’s nice!” you say.

“Yeah!” Beast Boy agrees.

“I’m in!” Cyborg says.

“Why not?” Robin smiles. Raven kept looking at her book.

“And it's in an abandoned warehouse,” Blackfire adds. Raven looked up from her book, her way of saying that she's in. You all began to leave. You noticed Starfire still standing where she was, looking a bit sadder.

“Starfire? you coming?” you asked, walking by her.

“Oh um, I guess I will go,” she said, hanging her head a bit. You looked at her but she didn’t meet your eyes. Maybe she’s tired, you thought, walking to catch up with the other titans.

.

You entered the party, taking in the colorful lights and dancing teens. You followed Blackfire onto the dance floor, who seemed to already be dancing.

“Step aside Earthlings, the queen of the galaxy has arrived!” she cheered, swaying her hips with the other teens. She looks at the rest of you, a smirk on her face.

“Now don't tell me you big tough superheroes are afraid of a little dancing.” she says, beckoning you to do so. The boys joined in, and you noticed that Raven left the dance floor with a boy. The only people who weren’t dancing were you and Starfire. Starfire looked scared, she was clutching her new necklace, and you swore that she said something about shovels. You came up to her and took her hand.

“Let’s go Starfire, I think you need some air.” you say, leading her to the stairwell.

You sat next to her on the roof, both awkwardly silent.

“So, what's wrong?” you finally say.

“It’s my sister again,” she sighs. “It feels as though she has stolen you all from me, and I don’t know how to keep that from happening.”

“Hey. we’ll always be your friends, just as you’ll be ours. And she didn’t steal us from you, we just thought she was cool and all-” you were cut off by a yell from the part below.

“YO A.G.!!! YOU GOTTA COME DOWN HERE!!!” Cyborg yelled. You looked at the direction of the sound and then back at Starfire, who was staring at the ground.

“Oh- uh they probably need me, I’ll be right back,” You say, rubbing her arm. “HANG ON I'LL BE THERE IN A SEC!”

You race down to the dance floor and see Cyborg dancing.

“YO THEY’RE TOTALLY PLAYING YOUR SONG!” he yelled. Ugh I should get back to Starfire but they are totally playing my song, you thought. You look at Cyborg again, who was waving at you to join him. You see Robin next to you and pull him aside.

“Hey Aquagirl! Where’s Starfire?” He asked. You cross your arms.

“She’s upstairs on the roof. Listen, she’s super down in the dumps right now, I think you should talk to her.” You say. He nods and leaves, heading towards the stairs. You sigh as you go back to join your other friends. You bump into Blackfire, who was now sporting a neon pink wig.

“Um, nice wig,” you say.

“Thanks hot stuff. Where’s Robin? I saw you with him earlier.” She asked, still dancing. You weren’t sure if it was the best idea to tell her.

“He’s uhhhhhhh….” you try to stall.

“... with Starfire.” she finishes. You turn to see her staring through the glass roof, where you could see Robin and Starfire sitting together. She turns to the rest of you.

“One sec guys!” She winks. Less than a minute goes by and she reappears with Robin. You make eye contact; he seemed annoyed by being back here.

“We HAVE to dance to this song!” she says, starting to dance again next to Robin. He steps away from her.

“Sorry, but I’m going to check on Starfire again.” Robin says, heading to the stairwell again. Blackfire follows him, trying to get him to return, leaving you with Cyborg and Beast Boy. They continue to dance and you roll your eyes.

Suddenly, you notice Starfire fighting something. You squint at her location, then realize that what she's attacking is one of the robots from yesterday. You look at the two boys who’ve quite literally been dancing the whole time.

“Cyborg! Beast Boy! Starfire’s in trouble!” You yell, already running towards the exit. Suddenly, another of those robots appears out of nowhere.

“What the- AHHHHH!!!!” you scream as the robot latches onto you and drags you away. The two boys try to follow you but a third robot attacks them, leaving you to still be stuck in the clutches of the space robot. You see Raven hanging out with the boy from earlier (they’d be a cute couple huh) and she spots you. She flies after you, flinging two robots towards the machine as you finally break free. Starfire crashes into the room through the ceiling and lands in the crates, Cyborg and Beast Boy still taking on the other robot.

All three of the robots start chasing Starfire, and she flies around the room trying to lose them. Cyborg knocks into them and lays some punches, you trying to short circuit them by spraying them with water. One of the robots hits Cyborg, sending him flying into a wall. Another one sends Starfire flying into a different wall, and she lands in a dumpster. You run to the hole in the wall to find the aliens trying to bring the whole dumpster into the air. You were about to try to strike them when you saw a flash- the flash of a birdarang. It cuts into the arms of the robot and drops the container. Robin joins the rest of you.

“Titans Go!” Robin yells, but Blackfire flies out in front of you. In a matter of seconds she demolished all three robots. You all surrounded her as she stood victoriously.

“Aw yeah! Good times!”

“Nice shot, Tex!”

“Very nice.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself!”

“How did you know where to hit them?” Robin asked.

“Lucky guess,” Blackfire shrugged. Cyborg stepped forward.

“We could use luck like that,” he said. “Maybe you oughta join the team.”

“Me? A teen titan?” Blackfire asked, obviously flattered. You couldn’t help but notice Starfire looking away, a defeated look on her face. I should talk to her again, you decided.

.

You and Robin found Starfire standing on the roof of the Titans Tower. You found out that you both had the idea of finishing up your conversations, but it seemed that Starfire had different plans. You reach her as she floats into the air.

“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?” Robin asked, causing her to whip around to face the two of you.

“A little rude if you ask me,” you tried to joke, but she didn’t laugh. Her head hanging, she slowly landed back on the roof, taking off the backpack she was wearing.

“Aquagirl, Robin, I- '' She began, but was cut off by the sound of a spaceship coming towards you. One of the aliens on board unleashes its arm, which is a tentacle much like one of the robot’s, and slashes you and Robin, sending you both to the ground. It then wraps around Starfire, pulling her into the ship.

Robin runs towards the screaming Starfire and jumps from the roof and towards the ship. You watch in horror as he misses, and begins the fall towards the ground. The ship continues its ascent into the air.

“ROBIN!” you scream, running towards the edge of the Tower’s roof. You can do this, you can do this, you can-

You focused hard, and raised your arms above you. A geyser of water shoots up from the shore and catches Robin. You raised the geyser up towards the hull of the spaceship, allowing the Boy Wonder to grab onto the bottom and make his way up. Seeing that he made it safely on board, you dropped the geyser of water.

You fell to your knees, breathing heavily. You haven’t made such a strong geyser in, well, never! Your vision was blurring as Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Raven all rushed onto the roof.

“Aquagirl! What happened?” Cyborg asked, helping you up.

“Starfire… Spaceship… Robin… I helped…” you huffed, pointing towards the spaceship, which was now far away from the tower.

“We gotta catch up to them. But how?” Beast Boy said, staring at the silhouette in the distance.

“Follow my lead.” Raven said, grabbing on to Beast Boy and Cyborg, who was holding into you. You watched as she made a dark portal in front of you. She pulled the three of you through it and you found yourself in the outskirts of the city, next to mountains and a river. You see Starfire and Robin up ahead, in front of a now toppled over spaceship.

“Starfire! Robin!” Beast Boy yelled as you caught up to them.

“Are you alright?” Cyborg asked. Suddenly, you see two aliens emerge from the shipwreck.

“Titans! Get ready!” he said, assuming a fighting stance, which you follow. You wait tensely as the aliens approach you.

“In the name of the Grand Centauri Empire, you are all under arrest.” one of the aliens says, showing off a professional looking police badge. You stare at it. If they're police, why are they arresting us? And why are we fighting them?

“Uh… you can’t be the good guys. We’re the good guys.” Beast Boy says, just as confused as you are.

“And we are the Centauri Police,” the second alien repeats.

“The Tamaranean girl is a liar and a thief.” the first police alien says, pointing at Starfire. “She's committed high crimes throughout the entire Centauri system.”

“I have never even been to the Centauri moons!” Starfire pleaded.

Suddenly everything clicked. The necklace, the events at the carnival, the events at the party. All evidence seemed to have pointed to Starfire, but they actually pointed at another person.

“But I know someone who has.” you and Robin say at the same time. You look at each other, obviously aware of who the other was thinking.

Blackfire.

.

Robin took off Starfire’s necklace for her and threw it aside. He faced the police aliens.

“You’ve been chasing the wrong girl. Where’s Blackfire?” Robin says. Before any of the other Titans could answer, you saw a figure flying through the sky.

“That Bitch!” you yelled, watching Blackfire make an escape.

“Don’t worry Star, she won't get away with this,” Robin says to Starfire, but her eyes are already glowing.

“No she will not!” she yells, and shoots off into the sky. You couldn’t see much, but there were flashes of bright green and purple in the sky. The Centauri police calmly rebalanced their ship and restarted it, its engine humming to life.

You then watched as they proceeded to fly up into the sky and capture Blackfire, similar to how they initially captured Starfire, and fly off into the night. You stared dumbfounded.

"What just happened?"

.

The next morning, you stood in front of the kitchen, making pancakes with Cyborg.

“Crazy what happened last night, huh?” you yawned, watching the pancakes sizzle on the stove.

“No kidding,” he said. “She would’ve made a great addition to the team, except for the intergalactic-criminal part.” You laughed, flipping the rest of the pancakes.

You climbed up to the roof, finding Robin and Starfire sitting together. God they’re probably being cheesy together you thought. You cleared your throat, the two of them jumping at your presence.

“Hey you two,” you winked. “Breakfast is ready!!!”

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Liar, Liar

Reiner Braun Oneshot

Summary: Everything you’ve ever know is tested when you find out that Reiner, your boyfriend, is the Armored Titan

Pairings: Reiner Braun x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Reiner is a liar, Spoilers if you haven’t seen season 2

Authors Note: Part two here

there was a flash of yellow light, a scream, and then in one split second your entire life flashed before your eyes.

your whole world, reality, and truth came crashing down. one minute you were standing on the walls, talking to reiner, and the next you were staring at the armored titan.

complete and utter terror coursed through your veins. you were frozen, not even knowing how to breath as you stared into it’s lazor eyes. scratch that, reiner’s eyes.

briefly, the conversation you had moments ago flashed through your mind. jumbled words, shocking confessions, pain.

“listen eren, y/n...i’m the armored titan. bertholdt is the colassal...”

was that real? did reiner actually say that to you or were you dreaming?

a loud roar coming from eren let you know that it was no dream. this was real, the two titans in front of you proved that. but...how?

“y/n! get back!” armin was suddenly by your side, yanking you back just as eren swatted at the wall. he pulled you to a safe place where the rest of the scouts were standing, but your gaze was fixated on reiner.

“what...how...?” you whispered to yourself. you were still frozen in time.

“captain levi!”

a sudden sword at your neck snapped you out of it. gasping, you tore your gaze away to look at levi, who was angrily holding a sword to your throat. panic bubbled up inside of you as your friends desperately called out for him to stop.

“what the hell are you doing?!” you screamed, jumping back from the blade. “captain levi, it’s me! it’s y/n!”

“did you know?!” levi growled, grabbing you by your shirt and forcing you to your knees. you struggled in his grip but was unsuccessful as two other recruits grabbed your arms. when you didn’t answer due to shock, he asked against, “did you know, l/n?!”

the question caught you off guard, causing you to holt.

“what...?” what was he talking about? “know what?! captain levi, you’re insane!”

the blade was pressed deeper.

“don’t bullshit me,” levi growled, “you had to! you’ve been with him for three years — how could you not?!”

people began to look at you differently. they looked scared, and betrayed. but why?

“l-levi...please...” you struggled under his gaze. “i really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“did you know that reiner braun was a titan?!” levi finally spit out, his eyes blazing with hatred.

something clicked in your brain. the wheels began to turn as you looked at the two titans fighting, one of them apparently your boyfriend.

as the realization struck you, pain ripples through your body and tears welled up in your eyes.

“no!” your voice was desperate, cracking under the pressure, “no i didn’t know, please! i just found out, same as you! i didn’t know you.”

there was nothing but truth swimming behind your eyes. of course you didn’t know.

the reiner you knew was your boyfriend, not the monster in front of you. the one you knew was sweet, kind, and incredibly caring. he’d been your rock of three years.

the reiner you knew wasn’t a cold-blooded killer. but apparently, that’s the reiner you had been with all along.

“ugh!” levi knew that you weren’t lying. he could by the way your face scrunched up in pure agony, that you had only just found out the news. he removed the blade from your neck and motioned for your comrades to release you, but you stayed on your knees, beginning to sob at his feet.

“reiner— he— oh god.”

you suddenly felt sick, nausea rolling over you. grabbing your stomach, you leaned over promptly threw up.

“tch,” levi jumped away and mikasa and armin came rushing towards you. armin ribbed your back while mikasa consoled you.

“shh, it’s okay. y/n, you’re fine,” she whispered.

but you weren’t. you were anything but.

“mikasa,” you choked out, tears pouring down your face. “he...he killed all those people.”

images of wall maria flashed through your mind. images of your family, your friends all screaming in terror as the armored titan all but destroyed humanity that day. as reiner...

a low rumbling reached your ears causing all of your heads to snap up. for the first time, you noticed that the colassal titan was there too.

bertholdt...

“y/n, mikasa, armin, look out!” someone shouted over all the chaos.

you were suddenly yanked to your feet as a wave of steam came washing over you all. it was hot, so hot, and you could barely see as armin sheltered you in his arms.

“dammit!” mikasa cursed as the colassal titan began to fall down. “he left! he’s going to reiner and eren!”

“that’s what that noise was?” levi shouted. “he was calling for help!”

you held your arms over your face until the steam began to clear up. when it did, your shaking body remained close to armin as you ran to the wall.

“shit!”

eren was lying on the ground, motionless as reiner’s titan lay over him. they both seemed to be unmoving until suddenly you saw bertholdt cutting them out, grasping both in his arms.

“don’t let them get away!” levi shouted sternly, immediately zooming after them.

the rest of the scouts followed him shortly, including mikasa. but armin stayed by your side as you stood still, unable to move as you stared at reiner’s unconscious body.

“aren’t you coming?” armin asked gently, tugging on your arm.

“i...”

“l/n, arlert, look out!”

you gasped as something hard slammed into your body, knocking you and armin onto your asses. armin flew away from you, but whatever hit you suddenly swooped you into their arms, using their ODM gear to zoom away from armin.

“y/n!” his terrified voice could be heard as you stared at bertholdt in horror.

“what you are doing?” you screamed out, struggling in his arms. “let me go!”

you tried to hit him but it was hard when your body was pressed firmly shading someone else’s. reiner’s. bertholdt was carrying all three of you!

“i’m sorry about this y/n, i really am,” he frowned, shooting his hooks onto a nearby building. “you weren’t supposed to find out this way. reiner he...we were supposed to wait. he didn’t want you to know but i guess it’s too late. i’m sorry.”

you were going to protest, you were going to scream and kick and demand he tell you where the hell he was going. if you got the chance, then you’d gladly drive your blades straight through his neck, even if he was just your friends minutes ago.

you were going to do anything but just sit there and let him take you, but that was before bertholdt pricked your neck with something sharp and then you went out like a light.

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Idk if you have heard of aot 2 final battle, and it's great if you do. It will help with my request if you know the ending. Can I request a Jean x reader where he meets her at Marley when he thought reader died? (You can ignore it if you want)

“you’r…you’re alive”

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

cw: language, flashbacks italicised, kissing, fluff

word count: 3100+

a/n: this was going to have some nsfw but i just couldnt find a place for it, it felt weird to just have it randomly through the oneshot lmao, also a thank you to @admin-in-residence for having explained the games ending to me

summary:  in which after risking your life to fight the titans, four years later having assumed you died, jean finds you in the most unlikeliest of places

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Eren’s body laid limp in the cart, the dozens of titans ran closer and closer towards the horses. You saw Jean sitting breathless to the side, his soft eyes looking at the success of having Eren but the failure of bringing about Ymir. You watched the titans bombard through the trees, you would never make it out, you knew it, the people between you and titans getting smaller and smaller each time they killed someone.

You watched; eyes fixated at how close they were. There was little chance of success, you turned to Jean seeing him look with fear at the approaching titans. “I’m sorry, Jean.” At the sound of those two simple words he watched as you leapt out of the cart, using your gear to have a hold onto the trees, the titans that were just about to grab the cart were cut down by you. 

“Y/n, no, Y/n, get back here right now.” He shouted back at you, ready to join you but had seen how you had picked and fiddled with his gear. “For fucks sake Y/n, get back here now.” He watched at how the distance between you both grew. 

“I love you.” It was inaudible, he probably never even heard it, but he saw your mouth move, saw the words flow out of your mouth, tears welling in his eyes.

He sobbed, “Y/n...please.”

They had watched how you jumped out, how you had risked your life for it all, for them. Tears welled up through their eyes but all you could see was titans, their figures getting smaller at how the titans had congregated to you. You would die saving your friends and that was all you truly wanted to do.

“Y/n, wake up.” The sound of Reiner’s hand moved to your shoulder shaking you awake. You sat upright in bed, tears having pricked down your face, you watched the grown man sitting beside your bed, looking down at your smaller frame. 

“Nightmare.” He mutters seeing you wipe the tears away; you give a nod not meeting his gaze. “What was it?”

“About our past.” If all you murmured out, how could you tell him, 4 years later that you were still hung up on Jean. How you missed the boy and the future you two could’ve had, how you hated being in Liberio, how you wish he had left you for dead outside the walls. 

How dare he make the decision to bring you along, his stupid crush of you had gotten in the way? Even Zeke knew that and here you were in his house, where him and his family lived, acting like his lover, acting like you were another Eldian like them. You hated it, Reiner’s emotions got the better of him, you and him both knew that, and seeing the hatred the people outside the walls had for you, made you resent this hell hole. 

“Y/…” Before Reiner could even say anything, his mother’s voice had interrupted.

“Reiner, Y/n, are you both awake?” You hated her, hated her voice, her face, the way she called you all devils, you hated her. You would never grow to love her, you had hoped to have had a fake breakup with the boy, but the realisation you had nobody had dawned on you a couple years back and here you were. Still in his bedroom, sleeping beside him, you hated him even more than you hated his mother.

The disgust that you had at having to be near him, to have to pretend to be in love when all you wanted to do was slit his throat. Slit his family's throat, even his cousin who’s whole purpose stemmed from killing your people. She may have been a child, you knew she was a kid, but sometimes you just wished you could strangle that piece of shit. 

“I’ll wait for you outside.” Reiner muttered, seeing how you barely even looked at him. He remembered the first time meeting you, he, himself knew that he shouldn't have gotten infatuated with you. But at the sight of seeing you lay limply he had to take you home, care for you but all you had for him was aggression. 

You both barely talked now, the years hurting you both, he had gone off straight to the war with the Mid-East, forcing you to come and stay in the military base. He knew you'd hate it, but still you were made to stay. You wished he had just taken you back into the walls, but he was a selfish prick. 

You wore the trousers and shirt, having refused to wear the dresses that had been forced onto you. You didn’t care, the stupid armband around your shoulder that Zeke had gotten for you, it was an ugly thing. 

Reiner had told you about the festival in a couple days, you didn't want to attend, it seemed a bore. I'd much rather go out on your own, but the glare he had given in front of his mother had made you reluctantly agree. 

Stepping outside, Reiner glazed his eyes across your frame, even though he knew he didn't love you. He knew you had no feelings for him, and his teenager crush had made him bring you along when he should've left you to die. He couldn't confess it though, the risk of being found out would make his mother be turned into a titan and left to wander the land of Paradis. He watched you comb your fingers through your hair, a tired sad look on your face. 

“I’ve got to go meet Zeke today…”

“I’m going on a walk.” You mutter not caring about what he did in his day, he would never be the boy you had trained with, the boy you had fought alongside with. He just never would, and he had the exact same feelings towards you.

He nodded looking down, even with the boy of you growing in the years, you both retained some part of you from Paradis. A necklace clinging around your neck that you had refused to take off in these years. The one thing you had from Jean, you remember his face when he saw it and how he bought it with so much ease. How he moved your hair, kissing your shoulder with his tender lips and put it across your neck. 

The feeling of his lips and fingers would never return to you, you'd never see his face again. The face you had been through hell and back with, he would never see you, never know if you survived. Maybe you did regret fighting those titans, but the look and fear Jean had had sent an urge to protect him through you. 

Reiner’s mother gave a smile which you faked back at her, she spoke about her plans for the day and how Gabi had offered to come and help her in her free time from training. You hoped they’d both have an accident falling into the river, giving a nod, you spoke about needing to buy some stuff yourself but on the other side of town. It was easy to get away from the family, easy to walk away with your coat and shoes and leave with a tamed step.

There was always the fear of being caught, fear that you weren't an Eldian or even human. You had had those recurring dreams for the past four years, every day reliving a moment from your past. You wondered about your family, how they were, how your friends were and captain Levi. You wondered about Jean, what he looked like now, if he had become the leader you had praised him for being. 

You kicked a stone walking down the alleyway into the main street, gaining a breath of air. You scoured through the stalls and shop windows, it may be a disgusting place to be in with the humid air and ugly people. But it was a home for these people, a home that you wished to destroy. The sound of Eldians shopping in the district filled the air, you stopped beside a newspaper stand, looking at the new news of the day. Another piece of indoctrination, you smiled at the stall owner, putting on an act as you wanted to light the newspapers on fire.

A cold wash of air hit the back of your neck, you ignored the sensation, moving to the side for the person to get past. “Sorry.” If all the man muttered, you didn't look at his face, instead putting your hair up to stop the heat from attacking you even further. You couldn't see his face even if you had looked, the fedora covering half his face.

He looked down at you, watching as your fingers moved through your hair. He barely caught a glimpse of your face before catching the glint of the silver around your neck. The silver necklace with the rose pendant around it, the flower that he had bought the girl he had lost all those years ago. Trying to meet your eye, he knew it couldn't be you, you died, your body eaten up by the titans, but even then, he followed you as you left. Watching each turn you took, thinking that he was being coy about it all until he heard you stop in front of a boy. 

“Y/n, what are you doing so far out?” The boy spoke to you, Falco was a nice kid, better than Gabi any day but he had the same ideals in him. The same hatred for your people, how could you ever feel bad for him when he never considered your people’s feelings. 

That name, the name of his first love, the name of the woman he lost. But it couldn't be, the man kept at it, watching you converse with Falco before the boy ran off. “Are you going to keep following me then?” You finally spoke directed to the man, you still could barely see his face, but he could see yours now. As clear as day, you were his girl, his first love, his everything.

“You’r...you’re alive.” He stuttered still with caution, still vary of how you were even alive. He removed the fedora, meeting your gaze, you stared up at the man and you just knew you had been saved.

“Jean.” You whispered, he nodded before you ran up to him, his arms out as your body hit his own. Tears welling up in your eyes, as you sobbed to him, the way he soothed you, his hand in your hair. 

“Y/n, it’s really you, right?” He whispered softly, you nodded feeling his own tears prick down his face. “You’re really here?”

“I’m really here, Jean, wh...what are you doing here?” You whisper letting go of him, he had grown, the hairs across his chin were a lot clearer and his hair had grown. 

He met your own gaze, even if you were older, there was no showing it, you looked like the girl who had risked her life to save the scouts. “I...wait.” He met your gaze, “what are you doing here? Ar...are you one of them?”

“God no, Jean, I promise you know who I am, I’m one of you, you’ve met my parents and they weren’t from him, please believe me, I'll explain what happened, we just need to go somewhere safe.” You rambled out; Jean nodded putting his hand out. 

You took it with so much ease, it was unlike the times Reiner had put his hand for you and you reluctantly agreed. This time you were with the man you loved, the man who had finally found you. He led you past the allies and through the streets before arriving at a building, it looked more or less abandoned, but the lights were on and people were inside.

“This is gonna be a shock.” He whispers, you give a smile up to him, he had missed that smile of yours. The cheery grin you always had with your plump lips and soft touch you had with him.

He opened the door, leading to silence. “Jean did you bring the f…” Sasha stopped mid-sentence, all eyes fell onto you, even Hanje and Levi were in shock at you. “Y/n.”

“Sasha.” You whispered.

“You’re alive.” She ran up to you, tears brimming her eyes on her best friend being alive, hugging your frame as you hugged back happily. “But how, what are you doing here?”

She had let you go, allowing for you to breathe, “captain before you say anything, I’m not one of them.” 

You knew the glare Levi had given you, having seen it often all those years ago. But you had to prove your story, Jean led you inside letting you sit in front of both Hanje and Levi. Both having been silent after the interaction, “explain then.” Levi spoke coldly even if Jean was wary, he trusted your word.

“Let me save her, please Zeke.” Reiner’s voice boomed from the outskirts of the wall, you were listening into the conversation, after nearly being eaten by a titan, Reiner having swooped in. Your body leant against him as he tried to persuade Zeke.

Zeke looked cynical, the stupid boy having gotten a crush so easily and now using it against him, “leave her to die.”

“Zeke, for fucks sake, I won't carry out this mission until we keep her safe.” Zeke knew the risk of this, he took a sharp breath before nodding, Bertholdt could barely even look at you. Memories flashing through his head of your past together. All you could remember after that was being placed inside a cart, a blanket placed on top as you fell into a deep slumber.

These gaps in your memory had been a torment for you, the fact even Reiner refused to tell you what happened made you think the failure would fuel your hatred even more.

The sound of waves crashing was the first thing you heard, the sight of the sea. The sea that Armin had rambled out to both you and Jean months ago. “Finally awake.” You squealed your head hurting at the sight of Reiner meeting you, you had been lying against the ship, the salty air engulfing your lungs.

“Reiner, stay away from me.” You shouted ready to fight him, your hands up, but you had nothing to fight with. A one-to-one combat with him would be a sure win for him and he looked tired even. 

“Y/n, sit down, I’ll explain it all.” And that's what he did. He explained his past, Marley’s and the story of the walls. It felt like lies but having seen the sea now you knew it was the truth and after he had finished speaking you felt even more on edge.

“You haven't told her the best part yet?”

You looked up to meet a blonde hair man, his thick blonde beard and glasses encased his eyes. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Zeke Yeager.” That surname, you recognised it, you gave a hostile look as he continued speaking, “Eren’s older brother and the beast titan. Go on tell her then.”

“We...were taking you to Marley.” Your eyes widened.

You pushed him away from you, his arms having moved to comfort you, “You...you could've just let me go, let me stay within the walls, why Reiner? Why?”

“I had to protect you.” He whispered.

“Protect me, bullshit Reiner, i...I’m never going to see Jean again thanks to you.” Reiner’s grip moved to your face; he held your jaw tightly as you squealed at the pain.

“Jean never loved you, I do.” It was an inaccurate statement, but tears had welled up in your eyes before he let go, leaving you on the ground. 

You looked between the disgusted faces of your comrades; the way Jean’s jaw clenched at hearing what Reiner had said to you. How you had had to live with him and his mother, be around these people who hated you. He hated how you had had to share a bed with Reiner, act like you were in love with him. He hated how Reiner had stripped away four years of love for both you and Jean.

“We should’ve looked harder for you.” Hanje muttered lowly, you gave a small smile shaking your head.

“No, I knew what I was getting into when I went to go fight those titans, you guys thought I died. Hell even I thought I had died.” Mikasa puts a hand to your shoulder as you smile up at the girl, they all had changed, and they had realised you had as well. 

“We should explain why we’re here.” She spoke as you nodded all turning to Levi.

Levi looked down at you, he shook his head before speaking, “Eren…” By the end of his explanation you had been caught up to date on everything, knowing about Eren’s will and the letters he had been making Falco send for weeks now. “...this leads me to ask Y/n, are you still a part of the survey corps?”

You stared at your captain, taking a sharp breath, “I better have one of these cool black uniforms.” Sasha and Connie both smiled brightly at your comment, even Levi shook his head, you could almost see his upper lip twitch, but he had stopped himself. 

“One of the spares should fit you Y/n.” Hanje spoke aloud, in a matter of half an hour the plan had been explained and your job to remain normal before leaving just before the speech that would occur at the festival. “Welcome back Y/n.” 

You had gained everything that had been taken away from you, gained happiness and your love back. Jean had been quiet since you're welcome back, walking up to him and grabbing his hand softly as you gestured for him to follow you into an empty room. 

“I missed you Y/n.” You smiled at the boy, moving your body closer to his taller frame.

“I still love you Jean, I never stopped, every night I’d imagine it was you beside me.” You confessed, he looked down at your face. The same pretty eyes that filled with so much love, his hand moving to cup your cheek. On instinct, your face nuzzling into it, he softly brought his face down to meet yours, only a mere inch away from his own.

“I love you.” He whispered before capturing your lips on his own, his soft palm holding your face as his lips moved with yours, his tongue gliding inside with so much love and care. It was a happiness that you hadn't felt in years now, a happiness that could only be brought about by the love of your life. You had forgotten what it felt to be loved and now here you were, kissing the man you thought you’d never see again.

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Headcannon of a poly relationship w fem Y/N, Mikasa, and Annie? Like the relationship dynamics and what a normal day would look like? If u include a NSFW dynamics I wouldn’t mind👀

BUT IF YOU DON’T HAVE TIME I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND 💗💗💗 love ur posts and have a nice day😇💞

Sure thing anon! Also, thank you, and have a nice day as well!

Mikasa Ackerman x Reader x Annie Leonhart: HCs

AU: Canon

Warnings: None

(SFW)

Surprisingly, being in a relationship with these two can get quite hectic sometimes, despite the fact that they're both pretty calm people by themselves

They are fiercely protective over you sometimes. Even if you are just as good of a soldier as you are, they will be defending you left and right

They usually stick by your side during missions, making sure that the three of you are near each other at all times, that way you have each others' back

But they don't just defend you against titans, no, they will defend you against anyone

They show their protectiveness differently, though

Annie is generally more relaxed about it than Mikasa is, and on top of that, Annie is very physical when it comes down to it, but Mikasa is more verbal about it

For instance, if a training partner is being too rough on purpose, it wouldn't be a surprise for Annie to quietly ask to speak with them after practice, only to show up to breakfast with a black eye the next morning

Or, if, heaven forbid, someone else start coming on to you, Mikasa will pull them aside for a stern talking to, telling them to back off. And, since it's Mikasa, they always listen

Even Instructor Shadis isn't safe. If they feel he's being a little too hard on you during training, one or both of them will talk to him, using their wits to convince him that you're in no fit to keep training for the day, and then joining you in bed once he excuses you

After a while, people start to learn that it's best to stay on good terms with you, unless they want to make enemies with two of the strongest soldiers in the 104th

Though, they are great listeners when it comes down to it. If you think they're being a bit too overbearing, they'll back off

They both love you and respect you a lot, and would hate to do anything against your wishes

They're both very aloof people, but around you (in private, that is) they're both really soft

Mikasa's love language is quality time, so you can expect her to be near you at most times, reminding you of her presence every now and then just to remind you that she's here for you. She doesn't need to say or do much, she just wants to be close to you, physically and emotionally

Meanwhile, Annie's love language is, surprisingly, physical touch. She'll constantly be having her shoulder up against yours, or her hand gripping yours, or, if you're really lucky, she'll show one of her rare moments of vulnerability, embracing you tightly and clinging onto you until she's satisfied

The three of you, while caring deeply about your friends, value the moments where you all get to be completely alone, not having to worry about the gazes of others on you

Cuddle piles (subsequently leading to long, comfortable naps) are quite common

Mikasa, being the nurturing type she is, will gently pull you and Annie closer into her sides, tucking yours or Annie's head onto her chest or into the crook of her arm, keeping you warm and close to her

It's at these moments, too, that Annie isn't afraid to seem vulnerable or meek, curling into Mikasa's side and draping an arm or a leg over the ravenette's body

Or, sometimes, if either Mikasa or Annie isn't present, the other one will pull you to rest against their chest, letting you fall asleep against them while they wait patiently for the other one to show up

Sometimes, though, when they do show up, they'll take a short moment to fawn over your sleeping form, discussing how cute you look when you sleep, and how lucky they are to be in a relationship with both you and the other

As I've mentioned a little earlier, Mikasa is the nurturing one of you three

If you or Annie get hurt, she's at their side at an instant, treating their wounds with such a gentle touch, as if her lover was made of glass, and would break at any touch just a tad too harsh

Sometimes, Annie gets insecure about your relationship, feeling like she isn't great at opening up and showing emotions/vulnerability, and that the two of you seem so much more content when she isn't around

Which leads you and Mikasa to share a quick glance before you rush over to comfort her, hugging her gently and whispering just how much she means to you both

And that was the first time either of you—or anyone for that matter—had seen Annie cry.

But neither of you make any huge notice of it, instead just pulling her closer, wiping her tears away with your hands

A daily routine between the three of you always starts very early in the morning, due to Annie's habit to always get some running in before training starts

And, within about a week of dating her, Mikasa joined her

You were... less enthusiastic about waking up early just to exercise, so often, you would just stay in bed

And, ever since you made it clear that you prefer the extra hour of sleep over a run in the early morning hues of dawn, they started to speed their run up, taking it from a light jog to a running pace, just so they can get back to the barracks to spend an extra thirty minutes in bed with you before the official wake-up time

During breakfast time, you'll usually sit with Eren and Armin, just so Mikasa can spend some time with her friends (which is surprisingly scarce between her relationship and her training/duty as a soldier), though sometimes you'll let Annie sit with Reiner and Bertholdt. She never really says much at all to the two, but you know she likes to be in their presence sometimes, so you and Mikasa never pestered her about it

Unfortunately, the three of you are seldom ever partnered with each other, but more often than not, you'll be able to pester Shadis into letting you three train together

In that case, you usually forgo the actual instructions in favor of Annie teaching you and Mikasa her martials arts technique

After a long day of training, the three of you will often go straight to bed, too exhausted to do anything else, but sometimes, you'll sneak out after dark to spend a little quality time together

Usually, you do something simple and relaxing, just enough to truly unwind you from the days activities

Sometimes you'll go for a walk, other times you'll climb up onto the roof to stargaze, or sometimes you'll even just huddle up under a tree for a while

But no matter what it is, there's always a conversation

Since moments alone like this are few and far between, the three of you take the time to talk about anything and everything

The future, the present, or even the dark past they both seemed to share

You'll discuss plans for the future, about where you'll go and what you'll do if you ever retire from the military

And, seldom does it happen, but Mikasa might even bring up the idea of starting a family of your own someday

Though, with death looming so threateningly over you three at all times, it's best not to humor the idea

Still, you appreciate all moments together like this, because they truly love you and love each other more than words can express

(NSFW)

In the bedroom, things can get really heated between the three of you, considering both Annie and Mikasa are very passionate lovers

It's not something they can devote time to everyday, so when you do get down to it, you'll probably be at it for a while

As for how things get started, it's surprisingly a bit of exhibitionism

Just because they're lovers doesn't mean they still have a playful rivalry between the two of them

So, if one of them is in the mood, they'll try to isolate you and start eating you out or fingering you, just waiting until the other one inevitably walks in and joins you

Which often leads to little contests about who can please you more/give you more orgasms

Which is all well and good for you, until they get a little too into it, leaving you helplessly overstimulated without them even realizing it, with Annie's fingers in your cunt and Mikasa rubbing at your clit

But, most of the time, sex involves all three of you equally

Annie tends to be a service top most of the time, perfectly content with eating you or Mikasa out for hours, even if she doesn't actually get to come that night

Mikasa does top sometimes, but tends to be a little bit more submissive

Especially when it's just her and Annie, Annie will almost always top

But either way, they both have one shared desire—having you be in the middle of them

Since they are both very giving women, they love to please you and have you be the center of attention during sex

One of the most common positions, for example, has you situated on your back, while Mikasa rides your face and Annie hikes a leg over her shoulder and scissors you

That one almost always leaves a mess, but they get too caught up in the moment to care

Speaking of mess, Annie is a shameless lover of cum. There, I said it

Mikasa on her own is already a squirter, but if you are too, she just loses it

She loves when you come hard and squirt everywhere. She will 100% lick it off of you

In a modern AU, I imagine both of them being really fond of toys

Annie's strap game would be IMMACULATE

She would always have just the right pace as she sits you down in her lap, forcing you up and down on the silicone cock as it splits you open mercilessly

Meanwhile, Mikasa is a huge fan of vibrators, both on her and you

She loves when the two of you sit really close together, just enough so that she can stick a vibrator between you two so it stimulates both of your clits at once

I also have a feeling that they would make you wear those vibrating panties, then go out in public and take shifts with the remote

But they don't want to actually get caught doing it, so after about 30 minutes of torturous on and off vibrations, they just take you into an empty restroom just to finish you off quickly

I also have a feeling that Annie would kinda get off to watching you and Mikasa go at it without her

Like, she'd stand over you two and tell you exactly what to do to each other, and shamelessly start fingering herself as she watches

But, after quite a few rounds, you three would be way too tired to continue, eventually just collapsing right where you were

Mikasa would 100% be the queen of aftercare

Like, as soon as you and Annie are done, she'll be up to grab anything either of you need

Something to drink? A light snack? Something to clean up with? She has whatever you need

"Are you thirsty? Hang on baby, I'll go to the kitchen. Need anything else while I'm there?"

And she's so gentle with it, too

She does get a little embarrassed, though, having to take the dainty little napkin and wiping it over your cunt and the inside of your thighs to clean up all the mess you made

But, once she's satisfied with how you two are feeling, she'll lay down right next to you, pulling you or Annie into her chest, clinging onto them protectively

Which leads to the other one inevitably shuffling over to Mikasa's side as well, not wanting to miss out on the post-sex cuddles

What can you say? She's a great cuddler

And then, finally, you enjoy the gentle moment between you and your lovers, your eyes slowly closely as sleep overtakes you

I might have just written more NSFW than I did SFW... and if so, I don't know whether to be more disappointed or impressed by myself.

[sasa-gay-yo]

Levi Gives You A Promise Ring

Request / Summary:  Levi worried about reader before a scouting mission (maybe they were hurt in the last one or something), and to make him feel better about it he gives reader a promise ring?

Timeline: Pre-Season 1 

Warnings: some swearin’ and suggested NSFW 

Art Credits: AoT 

He had called you into his office to try and convince you to stay back for today’s expedition. Walking to that dark, stuffy office, you were thinking about the numerous arguments you could give him that would make your place on the expedition team solid. You were a squadron leader. You were one of the best fighters that the Scouts had currently. Levi couldn’t hold you back just because you two had a relationship. How was he supposed to assign you to his elite squad next week when he can’t even let you go on a simple expedition?

However, you knew why he was worried about letting you go today. Last expedition you were injured by an abnormal. A new recruit was shellshocked by seeing his first titan and was easily grabbed off of his horse and body thrown towards the titan’s mouth like a snack. You swung through, shoving the boy out of the way, and your ODM line was caught by the titan. If you were to survive, you’d have to cut one of the wires and fall about forty feet to the ground. Levi watched helplessly as your body fell, but not before you sliced into the titan’s ankles.

Miche was the first one to reach you and pull the abnormal’s dead, limp body off of you. Levi came next, frowning at the fact that you were laughing at your bad fortune. The new recruit was also looking at you like you were crazy, and Levi made them run laps for that after their return. Levi, not able to show care in public, watched helplessly as Miche took you on his horse and cared for you until they returned from the expedition. Miche had done Levi’s job. In the HQ’s makeshift hospital, he watched as Hange wrapped feet after feet of bandages around your middle. Broken ribs and a sprained ankle and wrist. Still, he couldn’t come near you while Hange and Erwin were laughing at your jokes. He just had to sit back and watch the others care for you. At that moment, he decided that you wouldn’t be joining them for next months expedition, but he hadn’t told you of his decision yet. He couldn’t live like that. Always having to watch your risk your life for any member of the Scout’s while he sat on the sidelines.

You, now with a healed ankle and wrist and only a few bruises left on your abdomen, were about to get him to change his mind.

You knocked on his door and a grunt from inside signaled he knew it was you. You opened the door and slid in, closing it behind you. By the way he was sitting in the chair, you knew he was Captain Levi to you right now. Not the man who likes his shoulders massaged after hard training ODM with the new recruits.

“Squad Leader (Y/L/N), thank you for coming on such short notice.” You wanted to roll your eyes at his formality, but you knew that it would give him a reason to actually bar you from the expedition.

“Captain,” you let out, short and sweet so he knew how you were feeling about this meeting. He didn’t smile or smirk at you like he usually did with your sass, he just stared straight ahead thinking. Over and over in his head, he was replaying the image of you falling from the titan hands, your body bounding off the ground on impact. If only you listened to him when he said that it wasn’t your job to save the recruits, then you two wouldn’t be in this position. You crossed your arms, waiting for him to respond.

“I don’t think it to be wise for you to go on this expedition with your injuries still fresh.” He was bullshitting you. If your injuries were still fresh, why did he have you in his bed the day prior? He didn’t care about your injuries when his fingers left bruises on your hips. His secret marks of passion.

“With all due respect, Captain, my injuries have healed, and I’ve been cleared by Hange. I think medical knowledge outweighs your concern. Are you going to not let Petra go on this expedition too when she was injured recently?” He drew his eyebrows in with annoyance, one hand going to rub his temple. Why couldn’t you just listen to him, so he didn’t have to worry about you?

“(Y/F/N) can you just sit out this one, please? Everyone would understand why. There’s no reason to-“

“I thought you said you would never give me preferential treatment, Captain.” Little did he know, his actions when you were injured stung your heart. Even if he felt the need to hide your relationship, that doesn’t mean he can’t care for you as a worried Captain. He just stood there, watching Miche carry you on his horse, no protest or quick jabs of insults. Even when it was only Hange and Erwin, the two people who were already suspicious of you two, he barely looked or responded to your yelps of pain. He would only visit you once a week for five minutes, weary of the others who lay in the cots around you. It hurt you that you were visited by that new recruit whom you hadn’t know existed till you saved him more than your boyfriend, who you’ve known for five years. And now, after all of that, he’s showing whatever kind of concern this is by barring you from the mission?

“Are you upset with me for caring about you?” He had completely transitioned from Captain back into your Levi, but you wouldn’t let him have this moment. Your arms were crossed, jaw clench, and your eyes were boring holes into him. These were all the telltale signs that you were angry, having studied them in secret for years.

“You have no consistency, Captain.” He sighed this time, knowing now exactly what you were talking about. Did you really believe he felt no remorse? That he wasn’t fighting inside himself to go and grab you from Miche’s arms? To put the bandages on you himself since Hange was causing you even more pain with her incompetence?

“You know I cannot express my care for you under the watch of the others. Not only is it for privacy, but your safety could be at risk.” This time you rolled your eyes, loud and clear. He doubted so many of your abilities.

“My ability to defend myself shouldn’t be a problem, Captain, and your ability to just show a little care for me as a fellow soldier shouldn’t either. You can patch up Petra’s wounds, but as soon as I’m hurt, your hands don’t work anymore, it seems.” He slammed his fist against the table at the mentioned of Petra’s name. Why is it always Petra? Oh, yes, besides the fact that she told you that she had feelings for the Captain, why was it her?

“Do you think I don’t feel pain when you’re injured?! Is that it? You don’t think I care about you?!” Now, all formality was off. You were yelling. Hopefully, someone didn’t walk by and ruin Levi’s want for privacy. It was a possibility to, seeing that the expedition is supposed to depart soon.

“If you care you have a funny way of showing it, Levi! Not doing anything when I get injured, not visiting me, not tending to my wounds, only to order me to not go on the expedition?! You know my squad needs me, so you’re being selfish now, but how come you can only be selfish behind this door, huh?” You pointed to the wood behind you, the one you were about to walk out of and slam in his face. It infuriated you that he thought he could assert his control over you like this. If he showed you one ounce of concern while you were hurt or in the medical barracks, maybe, just maybe, you would let him. You would stay behind, sleeping in his fresh sheets, and rest a bit longer. But now, it seemed he was only concerned about you because he was in pain.

He stood up slowly from his desk, eyes still on his fist which connected with the wood.

“How dare you think I don’t care about you. Do you know how much I wanted to go to you? How I wanted to rip those bandaged out of Hange’s hands and do it myself? How I wanted to kill that new recruit for not only causing you harm, but for visiting you and talking about you during training?  I’m suffering inside because I can only hold you at night. I can’t sleep when you’re not with me! Do you know how many days of unrest I got while you stayed in the barracks? I want to tell everyone. I want to get up on that damn table in the lunch hall and announce to your little fucking fan club that you’re mine, goddamn it! But I can’t. You know why? I care about you too much to let the Royal Government put a target on your back because of me! To let everyone know that you’re Captain Levi’s would let those who want to kill me know the same. There’s so many in the Underground who I know would jump at the chance to hurt me, and I’m not ready to let you live through my past mistakes. I’m not ready to let you get hurt in front of me while the only thing I can do is stand and watch!” He was breathing heavy at this point, and you had your hand on your heart. It was beating fast at this sudden burst of emotion. You weren’t used to this Levi. Only in your shared bed would he show a glimpse of what the demons he was truly fighting inside, but now he yelled it loud enough that it Erwin was in his office, he would have heard all of Levi’s soliloquy. The last line. That last line wasn’t about his past or the Underground. That last line was about the expeditions. About watching you fall to the ground before his eyes, the titan falling on top of you.

His breathing hadn’t stabilized, and you couldn’t see his face to know how he was feeling. You couldn’t get a glimpse into what he was thinking.

“Levi,” you said, your voice soft. Had you known all of this previously, this problem wouldn’t have occurred. If only he told you about how you felt, and only if you told him your frustrations with his displays of emotion. Your problems were always about communication. Levi didn’t know how to communicate love to anyone.

“Do you know how many times that scene replays in my mind? You falling? Your body smacking into the ground, rolling as the titan falls on top of you? Over and over. Erwin knows about our relationship because he heard me yell for you when it happened. I shouted my name for you.” Your eyes widened, remembering hearing that. Hearing the name that he gave you behind closed doors be announced over the battlefield. The name that signified his private love for you. The name he never used around anyone, for it being too revealing of his emotion. You thought it was your mind playing tricks on you then. There was no way that the man who turned a cold shoulder to you had shouted that out of the battlefield.

“Erwin knows.” It wasn’t a question, but more of a confirmation to you. Confirming that Levi had told someone on his own accord, even if it was because of a mess up. Someone knew about your relationship, and it lightened some metaphorical load on your shoulders. Erwin knew. The Commander knew and he had a whole month to tell you two that it was against the rules for officers to have certain relationships with each other on the pretense of nepotism. That meant he didn’t care, or rather, he approved.

“I wanted to give you something, at a different time and in a different setting, but I don’t think I can let you leave today without it.” That made you lighten up even more. He was letting you go on the expedition.

“What is it?” He opened the top draw of his desk and dug into it, walking over to you with something in his palm. When he opened his palm, there lie a small circle of green jade. Your heart sped up again, not knowing what this was for.

“Levi…?” You asked breathlessly. You two had only been dating for a few months, so it couldn’t have been that, but you’ve almost never gotten a gift like this from him. It was always tea or some chocolates he brought back from meetings in Mitras. One day, he brought back clothes for you, and you had to tell everyone you bought it in Trost, fighting back to the urge to brag about Levi’s care for you. However, this ring, whatever it was meant for, this wasn’t just something you could lie about or hide in your dresser drawer.

“I read about this in a book. The main character wanted to give something to the person he loved, just so they knew how deep it was. Its a promise. A promise to love you. To care for you. As long as I’m alive. No matter how cold I seem to be on the outside, I care for you. I care so much it hurts. And… and if you’re ever in a situation when you’re doubting me, like the one we are in now, then you have this,” he held it up for you to look at, before grabbing you hand and slipping it on. The jade felt cold against your finger, but you were surprised at the sung fit. Your eyes teared up.

“Levi, it beautiful,” was all you could breathe out. You were on cloud nine, receiving this gift of devotion, but also having him say it out loud. The shouts of the past fifteen minutes had faded in your memory with one touch of this jade. He linked his fingers in yours, holding your hand up so he could see and feel the jade on your finger. He marveled at it too, something inside of his tightening at the thought of a ring on your finger. A ring he had given you.

“I promise to be by your side forever, (Y/F/N).” You looked up at him this time, wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes. Never had anyone in their lives devoted themselves to you like Levi just had. Instead of responding verbally, you pulled his face in, kissing him in the middle of his office. His grip tightened on your hand as you did this, allowing you to feel the passion run throughout your whole body.

A knock at the door had broke you two apart, but your hands were still connected. Erwin’s head popped in slowly, knowing that he might walk into to something very different. He’d seen you stalk off to Levi’s office in a huff, ordering some cadet to hitch your horse for you. Yet, he saw that your hands were connected, and when Levi didn’t push you away from him, hands still together for Erwin to see, your smile radiated enough for Erwin to feel his effects. Good. He needed his two best fighters to be happy again.

“Hurry up, you two. We’re leaving and it’s going to be obvious who’s missing soon.” You were the first to let go, knowing that you’d probably have to feign some innocence for the others. The fan club Levi had mentioned liked to know your every move so they could cater to it. You decided that walking down with Erwin was probably the best bet at secrecy and so you bid Levi a smile goodbye before walking out into the hallway with the Commander.

“I didn’t know he told you, Erwin.” The blonde man huffed once in laughter, looking down at your hand. He recognized that ring, Levi quickly confining with the man about relationship advice. Erwin wouldn’t tell you, it wasn’t his place, but Levi was as eager to finally have someone to talk about your relationship with.

“It was due to a mistake, but yes, he told me. He threatened me as well. A very bold move for a subordinate.” You knew he was only joking, and you lifted your hand up to cover your laugh, imagining Erwin punishing Levi of all people for that.

“I’m sorry on his behalf, Commander.” You reached the door out into the field, everyone getting lined up in their formation to leave. Somehow, Levi was already there, sitting on top of his horse with that same neutral expression. When he saw you and Erwin walk out, it didn’t change at all, but this time it left no sting like it had previous.

“No worries, Squad Leader (Y/L/N). I’m glad the ring fits, he was worried about that.” The wicked smirk that broke across your face was confirmation to Levi that Erwin had told you something about their secret conversations about you. He glared at the blonde as he climbed up on the horse next to him.

“I moved Squad Leader (Y/L/N)’s camp closer up in the middle so you won’t have to worry, Captain.” Erwin purposely said that out loud, the others around them trying to pretend they didn’t hear their Commander’s words. Levi’s glared intensified and he gripped the reigns. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you mount your horse, only thirty feet away from him.

“Why would I care, Commander? Good for them. Now when they mess up, they can have us to back up their asses,” Levi growled out, trying to make it sound as harsh as possible. That made the others around stop listening, hearing a normal response from their Captain.

“I’m glad it fit, Captain,” Erwin said lowly, starting his horse to walk up to the front of the formation to give a rousing speech. Levi’s expression softened a bit, but he looked forward, testing out angles that made sure you were always in his periphery.

“I am too, Commander.”

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