#strohl x reader

[lovehotelreservation]

When you're kidnapped by your estranged and very toxic religious family and promised to be Wed to a corrupt sanctist Noble obsessed with purity, what's the best way to cancel the wedding and finally cut your toxic lineage behind? your ever reliable friend and beloved Strohl has an idea to get that disownment and annulment speed run going .(Alter sex. Mating press in a church, caught by priest and fiance)

There were so many eyes on you.

The horrified ones of the priest, wondering the hellish depths of scandal this would plummet the church into.

The angered ones of your fiancé, furious that his property was being vandalized yet much too hesitant to even try and put a stop to matters.

The passive ones of God himself, silently spectating from above.

But the only pair of eyes that mattered most to you, who captivated, held, and possessed your attention were the impassioned grey ones currently gazing directly into yours.

You were most familiar and most comforted by those eyes, how they would flash defiantly in face of any foe regardless of strength or status, how they would soften as he reminisced about Halia and his parents.

So rebellious yet so tender--the qualities that defined Leon Strohl da Haliaetus for you.

As his hand delicately cupped your cheek while bringing his lips to yours for the sweetest of kisses, by contrast his hips continued to pummel against yours, the obscene and sticky wet noises of sweat-slicked skin meeting skin defiling the hallowed halls of St. Fermis Church.

Though from Strohl's point of view, what reason was there to maintain respect for an institution that encouraged, protected, and even rewarded selfishly nefarious scum such as your fiancé, who viewed your maidenhood as a prize to be collected?

The mere idea infuriated him the moment that your engagement was announced.

His teeth grit together as he suddenly felt compelled to drive his cock into you even harder, his balls smacking against your ass in heavy slaps as he was compelled to flood your core yet again with his release, the ground of the altar already desecrated with a growing pool of his seed.

He could hear the stumble of the priest as he was suddenly shoved away by your fiancé, who stormed off while raving about how he would see both you and Strohl ruined for your disrespect. Though, by the stammer of his voice, he wondered if he happened to catch a glimpse of the daunting aura of his Archetype.

Not that it mattered to him anyhow.

Not while what he cherished most in the entirety of this world was finally in his arms.

Hearing the soft and sweet mewl of his name from below, Strohl groaned as he wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you close with the intention of never letting you go. With his lips seeking out your neck, he breathlessly affirmed,

"As I swear and as I promise: not to any man, not to any god, you are mine and I am yours."

[metaphorwritings]

Do you have any headcanons for Strohl with a very physically affectionate partner?? Bro's so pretty I just want to kiss his hand like the pretty princess he is

Metaphor Headcanons #2

-. Oh, I was waiting for this one!!!

-. Okay, so lemme just say that Strohl is a man who can do both when it comes to affection.

-. Allow me to explain.

-. When you and Strohl first started seeing each other officially, he was a MESS!!!

-. In private, like, hand holding and little kisses, and he'd blush, he'd stutter, y'know cute shit!

-. But in public, this boy is bright red!!!

-. If you take his hand in public, he will freeze up and just allow you to drag him wherever you'd like.

-. If you kissed his cheek or any part of him for that matter, he would try and kind the growing blush on his cheeks with the collar of his jacket

-. But it's not to say he doesn't like it!

-. Hell no!

-. In fact, he likes when you show off your affection towards him.

-. He always felt comfort in your little touches, because he hasn't had anything so tender like that since his parents passed.

-. Oh, and he LOVES it when you gently caress his clemar horns!!!

-. And if you start playing with his long fingers, or kissing the knuckles of his calloused hands, looking into his eyes?

-. K.O.!

-. This man will be weak in the knees for the rest of the day with butterflies in his stomach!

-. Safe to say, he's a touch starved baby.

-. He also has no idea what he's doing when it comes to affection.

-. Like, he has no idea what he's doing the first couple of times you two would cuddle or anything like that.

-. He's so used to just doing friendly touches like handshakes and shoulder punches that he's a moron when it comes to the romantic stuff.

-. He's so nervous to make it awkward and shit.

[Spoilers ahead!!!]

-. Now, I've listed all of the bashfulness that is Leon Strohl da Haliaetus, and I know what you're thinking

-. "Didn't you say he can do both?"

-. Yeah, this man is POSSESSIVE!!!

-. I think Strohl being the stubborn, hard-headed guy he is...

-. The guy who literally wanted to square up with Louis when they were trying to act like his best buddies in front of ALLLLL OF HIS SUBORDINATES...

-. Oh, he would definitely get jealous easily if he caught someone looking at you funny

-. If he catches some random drunkard trying to flirt and get cozy with you? He puts his arm around you and pulls you in closer to him.

-. If someone is staring at you in a way he doesn't like? Expect two kinds of kisses depending on the situation :

-. Kisses on the back of your hands at formal events...

-. And super, steamy, passionate ones on the lips in front of people he REEEEAAALLY doesn't like.

-. One minute you are chatting with Hulkenberg about the food at this event, or Heismay is telling you an old story of his and then BAM!

-. Strohl turns you around and is kissing you, with tongue, one hand on your cheek, the other groping your ass.

-. He wants that person he hates so much to look at what he's doing to you in public and he LOVES it when you kiss back and hold him close.

-. Hulkenberg and Heismay be like : 😶

-. Then, to reassure Strohl everything is alright, you always cup his face with both of hands, get him to lean down to your height...

-. Or look up if you're tall!

-. And you nuzzle your nose against his

-. And this man's heart is about to explode

-. Speaking of comfort, Strohl likes to have you close to him if he starts having nightmares about his home town being burnt to the ground.

-. He just wants you to keep holding him close and running your fingers through his hair, whispering words of affirmation to him.

-. Strohl is a big fan of tiny kisses.

-. His favourite places are his nose, his neck and his cheek.

-. And when Strohl is away from you for a long time, this man will kick the door and rush at you and pick you up and spin you around and later just let you play with his horns while his head is on your lap.

[embercub]

Saved

Leon Strohl da Haliaetus x G/N!Reader

I'm sorry this took so long, been busy with finishing up my finals, and as well as graduation this coming Friday, but I hope yall like this strohl x reader!

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Y/N didn't know what happened.

One moment they were on their way back home from classes for the day, now they were in some sort forest late at night, which also baffled them since there was still daylight when they left campus.

Now as they stood in the middle of the woods, they looked around for signs of anyone around, but unfortunately they didn't see anyone.

But they did hear a roar come from nearby, causing them to jump.

"What the hell was that?" They muttered as they looked around, but only saw the shadows of the trees that surrounded them.

But that's when they felt something sharp slash right across their arm, tearing their sleeve and skin open, soaking their arm in blood fast.

A scream came out from their mouth as they fell to their knees as they tightly gripped their arm where the wound was, the pain unbearable.

Looking up, they stared in horror at the creature infront of them.

They thought it was a wolf at first, but seeing how big it was, the glowing yellow eyes and the razor sharp teeth, Y/N knew this wasn't a wolf.

This thing was a monster.

They couldn't move as it pounced at them, causing them to raise their arms up, expecting it to bite them again and finish them off, but nothing happened.

Lowing their arms, they were met with a group of people who stood infront of them and faced the monster.

"Strohl, get them to safety, we'll handle this thing!" A woman with long red hair and wore a dark grey outfit said as she held her weapon out towards the beast.

"On it." A tall man next to her with silver hair replied as he put his sword away and rushed over to them.

He wore a yellow jacket over a white dress shirt and black pants.

And one thing that caught their attention was the horns on both sides of his head.

'Are these people cosplaying or something?' They thought as their vision began to blur and they began to feel weak.

"Don't worry, I'll get you to safety." The man said as he lifted them up off the ground in his arms and sprinted away from the monster and the other people.

"Who..." they mumbled as they felt themselves begin to go in and out of conciousness.

"I promise we will talk when your treated and have rested." The man said as Y/N fully lost conscious.

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Hours have passed since that attacked happened when Y/N began to regain conciousness.

Their vision was still a bit of a blur, but it slowly started to become more and more clearly as each second past.

Trying to sit up, they immendiately felt a pair of hands gently lower them back down.

"Hey, take it easy, you lost quite a bit of blood back there." A familiar voice said softly.

Looking over, Y/N saw the same silver haired man sitting next to them, a concerned look on his face.

"Who..." they tried to speak, but their throat was dry and scratchy, causing them to go into a coughing fit.

"Here, drink this." The man held up a cup of water to their mouth.

Drinking a bit, Y/N's throat felt a bit better much to their relief, thanking the man after finishing the cup of water.

"Who are you? Where am I?" They first asked as the man set the cup down.

"Oh, sorry, we didn't have time to introduce ourselves since that beast attack. I'm Strohl, Leon Strohl." He said giving them a kind smile.

"Y/N, thank you for saving me from whatever that thing was." They said, shuttering when remembering that monster.

"As for where we are, we are just north of Martira, on our way back to Grand Trad." He replied, confusing them.

Martira? Grand Trad?

Where were they?

"You look confused, have you never heard of those cities?"

Y/N only nodded their head, causing Strohl to frown.

"Are you not from Euchronia then?"

"No... I never even heard of Euchronia."

Strohl was shocked to hear that, he knew that they weren't part of any of the tribes that were in the country, except maybe an elda, but hearing that they never heard of Euchronia at all...

Who were they?

"Well its getting late, we can talk more in the morning and don't worry, even if right now we don't know anything about your situation, I promise, we will find a way to help you."

Hearing this made Y/N smile a bit.

They only just meet this man, but they feel they can trust him.

[vanta22exual]

Strohl x Reader Headcanons!

He leaves you for Will

[khys-treasure-box]

AN: I've been playing a lot of Metaphor: ReFantazio lately, so my apologies that this first post didn't come sooner. ^^' I've really been brainrotted to hell and back with that game because I just love it so much. That being said, in a weird, roundabout way, that's exactly what inspired this post! My favorite character is Strohl and me and my friends have a running joke that he's just fantasy Akihiko, so it's only natural that I write something about my dearly beloved proto-Strohl! /hj <3

CW: None! Just fluffy thoughts about Akihiko being a dork! This isn't technically X Reader, but you can absolutely read it as such. <3

So... we all know how canonically dense Akihiko is about romance, right? I mean, he seriously wondered why he failed so miserably during Operation Babe Hunt; so much so that he evidently went out and bought some sort of pickup artistry book after. He does not know how to get women, or really anyone for that matter. :')

That being said, how awkward he is about love truly never leaves my mind.

I fully believe that not only is he the type to not realize he has feelings for someone until someone else tells him, but I also believe that, beyond that point, he'll do anything but just ask someone else for advice. He'll sooner turn back to that book he bought after going to Yakushima than just ask. Not to say he would never get to the point of asking someone he knows for help, but he'd have to be really really desperate I fear. He can't help it, really, he's just super shy when it comes to this sort of thing. Sure, all these romance books and movies he's forcing himself to sit through seem incredibly cheesy, but if there's a chance they'll somehow help his predicament, then he'll put up with it all. He has to learn somehow, doesn't he?

Don't even get me started on how much he flounders when he's finally plucked up the confidence to start trying to flirt. Oh boy, this poor guy is a mess. He's trying so hard to act cool and charming, but he just ends up stumbling over his words and having to laugh it off as if he was just making a joke. Things that he used to say so casually (or so he thought at least) end up coming out super stiff compared to before. Any time he tries to compliment his crush, he feels like it comes out weird and ends up backpedaling in a panic. He might just die inside a little if he gets laughed at, but that's not gonna stop him from trying! He's nothing if not stubborn, so a little bit of failure isn't going to be enough to deter him. Yea, he's probably gonna make a fool of himself a dozen more times, but surely he'll get it right eventually... right?

The moment he decides to confess is absolutely where he blunders the most though. It's not that he didn't have a plan, because he definitely did; he kinda had to have one to be quite honest. He just... couldn't exactly stay on script. Even with the perfect time and place for it, I can't help but see him kind of freezing up. He had a plan, but it's all out the window now that he's really here trying to execute it. He probably has to be nudged into saying anything at all, and when he finally does, he just kind of blurts out "I love you".

He'd probably be beating himself up on the inside immediately for screwing up so royally, but if the person he's been crushing on is really deserving of him, surely an awkward confession is no problem for them. <3

[rogue-durin-16]

HANDLE THE SITUATION

Request: Can I request an angsty lieb x reader fic in which the reader pushes alley away from the potato masher at crossroads and it hits her instead and like joe is literally dying inside cuz they had been fighting prior to that? Thanks xx

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst w/ happy ending

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Requested by: anon

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Warnings: warfare, wounds, blood, language, make out session and I think that's all but you tell me

A/N: I'm starting to go overboard with the one-shots but I refuse to make a series out of everything so enjoy this really long Lieb fic <3

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"MEDIC!" The word came out of my lungs taking the form of a terror-filled shriek which made everyone in the barn spin in our direction for a split second before taking action.

Lesniewski, who had opened the door for us, was now rushing our fellow comrades to clear the broad table, along with Strohl.

Alley stayed behind, walking with me and eventually helping me lay Y/n down on the wooden surface as carefully as possible. When Moe looked up, I could see guilt plastered all over his stare.

I would have loved to let him know it wasn't his fault, that Y/n had made the choice to take the hit for him —she really was one of a kind—, that she would have done it a thousand times in a heartbeat for any of us, but when I reached for a bandage to cover my own wound and my eyes laid on the lacerated woman, I could only spare my friend a very unfair resentful glare.

I casted down my head once more, this time due to the hitched breath coming from Y/n. I kneeled down by her side while Roe took a good look at the wounds from across the table.

Her eyes were fixed in an indefinite point above us, a single tear running down the upper part of her cheekbone, washing a string of blood on its way. She did not complain while Doc began to clean her wounds— probably due to the shock, but worthy of admiration nonetheless.

"—Joe!" My head snapped at Winters, who stared at me with a concerned frown. Given the looks of the boys, our Captain had called for me more than once. "I asked if you're able to go back."

"Why wouldn't I?" Winters pretended to overlook the unnecessary bitterness in my tone.

"C'mon, then."

"Yes, Sir." My heart skipped a beat when Y/n's trembling fingers brushed my own bandage, through which the blood was beginning to leak. "I'll be back, ya fuckin' dumbass." I whispered, gently pulling her hand away from my neck.

Thank God the shrapnel hadn't reached her eyes, I thought to myself. They were my favorite thing; I loved getting lost in them, the inherent comfort they offered to anyone, the sparkle of mischief they held when she joked around.

As I raised back to my feet in order to part, I was able to fully appreciate the magnitude of the number the potato masher had done on her. Roe had partially cut off her clothes, and the numerous holes in her body were now visible.

I would never get rid of that sight.

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"If you weren't so far up your ass you'd see—"

"why don't you try and behave civil for once, Liebgott?" She hissed, leaning back as we walked in order for me to hear her low voice.

"You love playin' the bigger person, dontcha?" I sneered, hovering over her from behind without stopping the march, eyes fixed ahead of us. "Little Miss fuckin' Perfect."

She spun around to give me a firm shove, which made me bump into Strohl, who passed us muttering something intelligible. "You're as thick as two short planks and I can't fuckin' stand your pretentious ass." She spat, eyes fiery with rage. "Better like that?"

I didn't even recall how we had gotten there. Something related to a comment I had made about how she was too loud for a scouting mission. It had, like most times, escalated.

Said comment hadn't been meanspirited; on the contrary, what I had intended was to keep Y/n out of it. She had been worn out since Market Garden. I was trying to help her, but she hadn't seen it like that, so there we were, adding fuel to the flames.

"Every word that comes out of your mouth makes my blood boil." I retorted through gritted teeth, suppressing the yells I wanted to shout out.

"You're the most insufferable—"

"Silence! The two of you!" Sergeant Youman scolded us, making our faces turn to him. "You're in the Airborne, not in a school playground." I took in a sharp breath, knowing it was time to keep our mouths shut, as hard as it might be. "Y/l/n, with Alley. Liebgott, with Strohl. Lesniewski, climb that dike, let us know what you see."

"Yes, Sir." Lesniewski whispered, jogging ahead of us to accomplish the task he had been assigned.

I took the chance to overtake Y/n, circling her with my eyes digging on her form. "that's the last time I try to do somethin' nice for ya."

"Somethin' nice— the nerve you have." she seethed, parting ways to meet Alley.

We were all coming together around the dike, positioning ourselves while Lesniewski climbed it. I turned to Y/n, who was already squinting her eyes at me. I was about to mouth some blasphemy at her when something rolled down the slope.

"LIVE GRENADE!" Lesniewski shouted atop of us. Some reacted quicker than others.

"ALLEY, MOVE!" Y/n shouted, propping herself.

"Y/N NO! WAIT—!" Time slowed down, elongating the disastrous moment in my eyes.

Not trusting Alley's response speed, Y/n threw herself to him, surely with the intention to make them both roll away, but there was not enough time left to do so.

With dread, I realized that faster than any of them, and I instinctively reached out to pull Y/n towards me, which earned me a piece of shrapnel in my neck.

"Sonofabitch!" I yelped, thrown back by the pain, taking a hand to the place where the damage had been inflicted. "Fuckin' Krauts!"

Strohl, cussing, informed us the shrapnel had reached the radio; hand grenades thrown by Lesniewski were heard going off at the opposite side of the dike. It wasn't until Youman pulled me up that I didn't see what had happened to Y/n.

Alley was her upper body, which laid limply on the grass, to rest on his thighs. "Fuck..." I crouched by them, mentally preparing myself for the worst.

In the darkness of the night, We could barely discern anything, but Alley, after looking for Y/n's pulse, affirmed she was alive; I bent to check her breathing, too, and felt it fanning my cheek.

"Hey, Y/n." I called for her, catching a glimpse of the wounds due to the glistening spots of blood all over her left side that seemed to grow wider. I prayed for that to be a nasty trick of my imagination. "I'm gonna get ya outta here—" I jumped over her and snaked my forearms under her knees ans shoulder blades. "c'mon, sweetheart, upsa-daisy!"

As I pulled us both up, a weak whimper escaped her lips. Her eyes were still open when her face constricted in agony due to the pain; I knew she thought she was dying by the grip her hand had on my jacket, making my heart stammer in terror.

At some point in our rushed way to CP, I thought she was dying, too.

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READER'S P. O. V.

It had been... Three days? Maybe four? I wasn't certain; most of my time at the aid station, excepting Alley's visit, had been spent either under the effects of morphine or sleeping.

All I knew was that it was daytime, and that I hated the rays of sunlight that snuck into the aid station and dazzled my eyes, stopping me from catching a glimpse of Liebgott entering and walking up to my bed until he was by my side.

His visit would have taken me more aback if Moe hadn't spilled the beans to me when he had dropped by. Luckily for Joe, I had been too intoxicated to pick up on everything, but I had gotten a grasp of the basics.

'you should've seen his face, he was 'boutta murder me.' 'I think he cried while he carried you all the way back' 'he appreciates you more than you think.'

"Hey." He cleared his throat, hands on his pockets, scanning my frame and making a stop on my damaged side. "How are ya?"

"Alive." My voice was raspy from the lack of use. "How do I look?"

He frowned, his lips pressed in a tight line. "Like a pretty version of Frankenstein."

"Frankenstein's the doctor, Lieb." I smugly corrected him. "It's the details that matter."

"Smartass."

There was an instant of silence preceding my inquiry. "Your neck?"

"Just a scratch." He dismissed, taking a look around.

He was completely out of his comfort zone, so obviously not knowing what to do or how to act; I would have been the same, but my judgement was slightly clouded by the remainings of the drugs in my body, giving me a carefree attitude.

"You think I look pretty, huh?"

"What?"

"You said—"

"Pretty version of Frankenstein." He did his best to ride out the situation I was intentionally driving us into. "It's the details that matter, right Y/l/n?"

"Ha. ha." I spared him an observing glance; his eyes were fixed on his boots while he seemed to debate what he should say and how.

"Ya know," he inhaled, scrunching his nose. "If you'd kept your pretty mouth shut when I said you shouldn't go on the patrol—"

"Shut up, Liebgott." I cut him off before he could start a fight. I had one shot to take this conversation where I wanted to, and he wasn't going to ruin it with his poor management of emotions. "That's two 'pretty's in a row."

"So what?" He spat.

"Nothin'." I shrugged, attempting and failing to hold back a devilish smirk at his defensive stance. "Alley said I gave you quite a scare." I tested the waters, throwing my forearm over my eyes in order to block the light that threatened to worsen my headache.

"Alley should shut the fuck up." I heard his steps, and assumed he had either stepped back or attempted to pace. "Where the hell are you drivin' up with this, Y/n?"

"I'm just havin' a conversation." I blatantly lied, not wanting to be straightforward just yet. "After the blast I went deaf on this side for a hot minute." My seemingly random statement helped him ease up. "Y'know what's the last thing I heard?"

'Y/N, WAIT—!'

The words echoed in my head every now and then. It had been a desperate cry out, followed by a tug on my boot. The tone in which they were shouted made me feel sorry for Liebgott.

"I—" I peeked at him. He looked like a deer caught on headlights. "I- I don't care. I just came to check you weren't dead or somethin'." He hesitated, huffed, ran his hand through his locks and muttered something under his breath before declaring, "Shouldn't've come. Fuck this."

I couldn't stop him from walking out, and in all honesty, I wasn't sure if I would have tried to. Thinking about it, I myself didn't quite know if what I was attempting to do was a good idea, at least in that setting.

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"Y/n Y/l/n, back for more!" Some of the boys who were smoking near the barracks turned at the sound of my name, coming from Talbert, who lost no time to come greet me once I arrived at Mourmelon among a group of replacements.

"Hey, Tab." a genuine smile danced on my face; the aid station had been hell on earth, and, as crazy as it sounded, I had been dying to head back to Easy.

"Pretty face you got there, Y/n." George commented, vaguely pointing at all the carefully stitched wounds on my left side.

"It's still better than yours." I responded, shaking his hand, much like I had shaken Talbert's. Scanning the group of veterans, I locked eyes with Liebgott. Once I had caught him staring, it took him less than a second to throw his cigarette to the ground and walk away from the group.

"Just in time for the weekend passes, huh?"

"Yeah just in time— will you excuse me, boys?" I requested absentmindedly before marching through them.

"Don't step into any potato mashers, kid!"

"I'll try, Martin!" I responded with a soft laugh before hurrying my steps. "Hey." I sighed when Liebgott, instead of stopping, began to walk faster. "Hey!" After a brief jog, I managed to reach him, giving his forearm a tug. "Where's the fire, Liebgott?"

He came to a halt, sighing before turning around. "Shouldn't you be in a hospital or somethin'?"

"I went AWOL." I explained.

He stared at me dumbfounded with an incomprehensible look on his face. "Go back to the hospital or I'll report you." And with that threat, he spun back and resumed his walk.

"Excuse me?" I couldn't help but snort at the incoherence of his words, trailing after him. "You'll get me sanctioned 'cause what? you don't wanna see me? Very mature."

"I don't wanna see you HURT!" He shouted, suddenly rotating whilst gesticulating wildly. "That's what I don't wanna see! You fuckin' IDIOT!" His voice cracked and I couldn't tell if it was due to the anger or triggered by something else he couldn't quite handle. "You could've let Alley take the blow but NO! You had to be as fuckin' selfless as always!" It was definitely something else, it was fear. It shone in his orbs, making them glassy. "Seein' you all holed was the worst thing in the f—" There was an instant of silence in which he took in a sharp breath, trying hard to get a hold of himself while I stared perplexed. "I— you were—" his eyes drifted away from mines, getting lost not in a place but in a thought, and suddenly the fear in them started to slide down his cheekbones. "FUCK!"

I averted my gaze, in order to give him a moment to compose himself, in which I dismissed a couple of privates who had come to check what the yelling was.

Once he had wiped the tears away and seemed to be in a better state, I spoke. "I signed up for this, Joe." As uncomfortable as I was, I tried my best to sound somewhat gentle, yet firm.

He shook his head no, eyes casted on the ground, arms akimbo. "What am I supposed to do if you throw yourself in front of another grenade?" He questioned, finally looking up.

"What am I supposed to do if you do that?" I retorted. "You think I don't know how you got the shrapnel in your neck?" He huffed, pulling out his lighter and another cigarette from his pocket before doing a half turn.

And then I said something I should have, because he was leaving once more and I didn't know how else to make him stay.

"Alley told me how you feel about me!" Mistake or not, it made him stop walking. "This is not the way you wanna handle the situation, Joe."

"Y/n. I don't wanna handle the situation." He spoke in a whisper, as if he was afraid someone else would hear us. "You're the most reckless person in the whole fucking battalion, if I handle the situation and you die, I dunno what I'm gonna do with myself." Liebgott explained, pointing at me with the hand he held the cigarette in. "And Alley's a blabbermouth, he had no reason to tell you that."

"Joe," I frowned. "Y'know how I feel about you?"

"Y/N, don't go there." He warned me, shaking his head 'no'. "I said I don't wanna handle the situation. We'll pretend Moe kept his mouth shut."

"So we wait 'til another grenade goes off?" He took a drag of his cigarette, examining the wall besides us. "We just wait 'til— can you look at me when I'm talkin'?"

Letting out a frustrated grunt, I stalked to him until only a few inches were left in between us, tearing the cigarette away from his hand and throwing it to the ground before taking a hold of his cheeks and forcing him to look at me.

"I fuckin' appreciate you. A lot. You have no idea, alright?" I stated firmly, letting go of his face to point my index at him. "And I'm not gonna wait until you're dead to handle it— 'cause guess what, you idiotic jerk?! You're as reckless as I am!"

The corner of his lip twitched up in the most subtle way— so subtle that I would have thought I had imagined it, had it not been for his words.

"You want me to handle the situation?"

"Yes, I want you to fuckin' handle the—" he slapped my index finger away before closing the gap between us, cupping my cheeks in order to hold me steady once our mouths met.

It was a hungry kiss, sloppy and impatient; teeth clashing and pants slipping in between, our hands fought with one another's layers of clothing, desperately pulling each other impossibly closer.

At some point, between Liebgott backing me against the wall and my hands finding their way under his shirt, a very clear thought crossed my mind.

This is not how we should handle the situation.

I took advantage of the moment Joe put some distance between our lips in order to catch a breath to speak my mind.

"We gotta work on this." I announced in a breathless whisper, slipping my hands out of Joe's clothing while he let go of my thigh, which he had pulled up. "This— I don't think this is how we should handle it."

"Yeah," he agreed, equally out of breath. "We'll... We'll learn to handle it." His words were for his own assurance more than they were for mine, but they still did the trick.

"With time." I gave him a small smile, relocating his shirt and jacket back in place for him not to get cold. "We'll get a hold of it."

"Y/n?" I hummed, cueing him to keep talking. "If you throw yourself in front of another grenade—"

"I'll try not to." A coy grin made its way to my face while we gazed into each other's eyes. "What made you change your mind?"

"You're extra hot when you lose your temper." He half joked, leering at me, which earned him a playful shove. He let out a soft laugh, giving me a sweet kiss before pulling me into a tight hug that I quickly reciprocated. "Don't get hurt again." He whispered against my hair.

"Same goes to you." I responded, planting a kiss on his shoulder.

There was a moment of comfortable silence which was broken by Joe's words. "Y'know, I don't really know how to handle the situation but" he pulled away. "I think going out on a date is not a bad start."

"Any suggestions?" I questioned with eager eyes.

"They're gonna be a movie playing at the camp this evenin'." He suggested, picking another cigarette from the packet in his pocket and handing me another one before beginning to walk.

"I like the sound of that." I responded, thanking him for the smoke and joining him in his march.

"The cinema it is." He gave me a side look, a content smile dancing on his lips while he lit his own cigarette and then mine.

We would handle the situation.

[metaphorwritings]

Hello And Welcome!

Hello everyone, my name is Phantom and as you can see, I shall be using this blog to write Metaphor ReFantazio headcanons, imagines and one-shots alike.

Why? Why not!

This is a blog purely for me being able to do something with this franchise, and for anyone who wants to request!

Rules about this Blog :

I do allow NSFW, but only for characters who are 18+.

There are some kinks that I myself and other people shall not be comfortable with, but I am not going to list them here, just know that if you do send a request with said kinks, they will be declined.

If you want smut, you gotta be specific unless you want me to just fill in the gaps.

For Imagines, up to 5 characters are permitted, for headcanons, only 2.

This blog is specifically for character x reader, so I unfortunately won't be taking any ship requests

LGBTQ+ is allowed!!!

I allow smut, fluff, romantic, platonic, angst, domestic and aus of all kinds, and maybe Yandere if I'm in the mood. I do not allow incest, abuse or pedophilia

Characters I will write for :

Will (NO SMUT!)

Leon Strohl da Haliaetus

Eiselin Burchelli Meijal Hulkenberg

Heismay Noctule

Arvid 'Grius' Alces (NO SMUT! ONLY PLATONIC!)

Juani 'Junah' Cygnus

Euphausia 'Eupha' Etoreika (NO SMUT!)

Basilio Lupus Magnus

Fidelio Aureus Magnus

Edeni Etoreika

Fabienne Lagopus Vulpes

Catherina Grann

Brigitta Lycaon

Maria Alces (NO SMUT! ONLY PLATONIC!!!)

Albus Procnias Batlin

Elphas Maxim Bardon

Lina Cetula Kayden

Alonzo 'Cuculus' Crotalus

Loveless Muscar O'Shea

Neueirus 'Neuras' Corvus Corax

And maybe depending on the scenario I'll do Louis and Zorba as well!!!

But anyhow, I hope you stick to the rules and I can make a lot of cool fanfics for you all

[embercub]

Metaphor Refantazio Masterlist

Headcanons:

Eiselin burchelli meijal hulkenberg cuddle headcanons with a shy S/O

Oneshots:

Training Eiselin Hulkenburg x New Knight!G/N!Reader

Saved Leon Strohl da Haliaetus x G/N!Reader

Trouble sleeping Will x G/N!Reader