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wishluc · 11 months

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Can I request a yandre blade and kafka silently in a tug of war for the readers attention (btw the reader is a stellaron hunter being chill like silver wolf)

I adore them Ahhhhh Blade's characterisation is based purely off my impression of him :O

With Kafka seated so close to you, you were surprised that nobody had contacted the authorities yet. The three of you were treated like any other customer in the quaint restaurant, despite your companions having their faces plastered all over Starskiff Haven, and you had yet to be approached by furious soldiers or, if your luck had finally run out, the General himself.

Though you think that if anyone were to attempt to apprehend Kafka, it would make for quite the spectacle. You can already picture the unconcerned expression she'd have, her lips still smiling, her gaze piercing, and her form completely relaxed, and the words she would say to the poor fool—laced with just a hint of mock surprise—before making her way out of the building. At least they'd be alive; if Blade were to get involved...well, you were just glad that his unsettling presence was enough to ward off any justice-driven warrior.

Starwatcher Avenue was gorgeous, without a doubt. In the short time you had been there, you had fallen in love with the bustling streets and the lovely cuisine, though most of your days so far were spent hidden away and waiting for Blade. Despite this, you were really looking forward to leave the Flagship, the anxiety that followed you with being associated with two wanted criminals too much to bear. At least back on your ship, you could easily evade the authorities sent after the Stellaron Hunters.

Kafka, however, was clearly in no rush. She lounged around most of the time, sometimes taking you out for a meal or to go shopping, and appeared to have no worries regarding her status. Even though Blade had regrouped with you, she was still insistent on staying, attempting to placate your troubled heart with sweet, whispered promises and firm assurances. Today's trip was also her way of proving to you that you were in no danger, and you almost believed her.

But you recently realized that living in constant fear of being arrested was nothing compared to the troubles awaiting you. It could be much worse. It could be staying with Blade.

You could...manage, with Kafka. She was unpredictable, at times, but you could rest assured that she'd never put you in harm's way. She never told you what she was planning, forcing you to rely on her cunning words, but you were familiar enough with her by now to know what she expected, and how to appease her. You could play into her desires, smile at her clever quips and lean into her possessive hold, and she would find delight in it all, even though she was aware of your intentions. She liked your little schemes, though it was no use plotting against her—Kafka was always a step ahead, always prepared to pull you back to her side and remind you of just who she was.

Blade, however, was a complete enigma to you.

You weren't very familiar with the other Hunter, having spent most of your time being lugged around by Kafka, but even the little time you spent with him had already convinced you that there was something frightening about him. You think it might be his dark eyes, seemingly seeing through your every action, which, coupled with his habit of staring at you, never failed to unnerve you. Your first encounter with him, too, left you shaking—you'd never forget the sensation of cool metal pressing against your skin, his sharp gaze locked on you with the slightest curl of his lips. You could never tell what he wanted from you.

He had smiled at you when you were tasked with wrapping new bandages around his hand shortly after his escape, and asked if you came all the way to the Xianzhou Luofu just to see him (You remember the sound of his laughter when you turned to look at Kafka in response, and you remember how something inside you stirred at the mesmerising sight). But he had yet to pull you into his arms, or smother you with affectionate words and thinly veiled threats, and you weren't quite sure what to make of him. You could only hope that his interest in you was short lived—it was tiring enough to keep Kafka placated.

"Open up, darling," Kafka's smooth voice breaks you out of your trance.

She holds a silver spoon out, a small piece of the pudding she ordered balancing carefully on it. You quickly obey, letting her feed you despite the shame that lingered when you notice Blade's curious gaze directed at you.

"Why aren't you that well behaved for me?" You freeze at Blade's remark, the dessert in your mouth suddenly tasting like sand.

Kafka chuckles, putting down the spoon in favor for placing her hand on your cheek. She gently directs you to face Blade, the man regarding you with blatant fascination.

"Why, Bladie?" Kafka's gloved fingers trace your bottom lip, "Are you jealous?"

"You're always so stiff around me," he muses, "but here you are, acting as the perfect pet for her."

"That's because we are well acquainted," you catch a wicked glint In Kafka's eyes, "It's not an act," she taps at your cheek, "is it?"

You shake your head silently, and Kafka's smile widens. Blade's displeasure is obvious in the slight frown on his face and the glare focused at where Kafka's touching you, and you start to regret picking sides.

"How cruel."

You lean back into your seat, suddenly feeling suffocated by the tense air that enveloped the table. For a moment, you swear you catch the slightest twitch of Blade's lips, but you're immediately distracted by Kafka's displeased frown.

You clear your throat in an attempt to dissipate the tension, "When will we be returning?"

"We still have matters to conclude here," Blade informs you.

Your heart sinks, but you try your hardest to hide your disappointment, "I thought we were only here for..." You glance at him, "for Blade?"

Kafka's hand had found its way to your thigh while your attention was elsewhere, her fingers splayed over your clothes, "We need to wait for the Express crew, my dear. You can be patient a little while longer, no?"

You nod, and watch as she takes a bite of the pudding for herself, the spoon in her mouth for a moment too long before she placed it down again. You turn to look outside the window instead, not wanting to meet her gaze after that display, and instead catch sight of a familiar tall figure. Around him are multiple guards in uniform, and you can already see passersby begin to whisper amongst themselves while surveying the scene. You're reminded of the posters drawn in red ink, and the fate awaiting you if you get caught. They'd want to interrogate you, wouldn't they? To your side, Kafka stands up, carefully placing her coat over her shoulders before glancing down at you with her hand outstretched. A part of you wishes you could be as composed as her by everything, but her lack of concern came from a place of confidence, in her own ability and Elios' plan. You have neither—all you can trust in is your companions. You take her hand and get up, forcing yourself to hide your growing fear. Kafka strolls out of the exit, and you follow suit, making your way out of the building and back into the streets of Starwatcher Avenue. You don't look back to see where Blade is, assuming he had disappeared into the crowd already.

As the usual protocol in situations like this, you separate from Kafka (She has insisted, before, that you never leave her side regardless of the circumstances, but you know better than to comply), and start to find your own way back to your hideout, but as you make your way down the large staircase, a hand brushes against the small of your back and a figure appears beside you. If he noticed the way you stiffened up at his touch, Blade didn't comment on it, simply falling into step with you, as though he was always there.

"This way," he instructs, moving you towards an inconspicuous alleyway between some stalls. You don't want to follow him, but with the looming threat behind you, you can't afford to attract any more attention to yourself, so you let his hand rest on you and follow his lead.

"Don't be afraid," he whispers, lips brushing against your ear, "nobody uses this path. This way, we'll have plenty of time to get...acquainted"

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noroi1000 · 7 months

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Can you do one with Gojo and his really tiny newborn daughter ( I’m feeling a bit nostalgic because my niece)

When Gojo meet his daughter for the first time. He really taken back because how tiny she is. He like y/n sweetie where is the rest of her? In sweet way of course.

Her tiny little hands can’t even rap her his finger

Even the newborn baby clothes that he got for her don’t fit her. They have to roll up the little sleeves on her onesie😭

He show his baby to everyone and said look how cute she is and how small she is. Also keep asking Shoko is he baby a normal size for a newborn baby and she like yes Gojo.

He just loves his little girl so much.

Basically a really fluffy request Noroi and also Noroi if get any idea or scenarios please feel free to the request the more fluff the merrier🥰

Just really want to see Gojo being all cute with baby girl and wife🥰

Little Loved One

Summary: Gojo have very little daughter.

"I'm late! Sorry!" Your husband ran into the room, not caring to be quiet.

You didn't blame him for being late. Nothing happened. You knew he would be here as soon as he found out about it.

He quickly took off the blindfold and came closer, looking at your condition.

It was obvious that you were tired. But the sparkle in your eyes only proved that you were also happy.

"Where is she?" he asked you, looking around.

"You'll see her in a moment." You said with a smile and reached for his hand, then feeling his fingers gently hold you.

He took a chair and sat it next to your bed, running his fingers over your hand and the wedding ring you were wearing.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. Everything's ready." Another woman entered the room with a small bundle in a blanket. She came to your side, placing the baby in your arms.

Her every step was carefully watched by your husband.

"Are you the father?" she asked with a smile, and then suddenly realized the similarity of his appearance and that of a small child. "Congratulations."

She gave you another smile as she left.

And with his help, you sat up on the bed differently and moved closer to him, showing your little sleeping face. The little girl's slightly pink skin seemed so soft just by looking at it.

His eyes scanned his daughter as she lay there.

He reached out a finger to lightly caress her cheek.

He always thought that babies who were just born were ugly. So pink and they don't move. And they just cry. But not even an hour after she was born, his daughter was so sweet. Fine white hair on her head and only slightly pink skin. And suddenly the child's hand reached for his finger. The tiny hands couldn't wrap around his finger.

"She's so small." he said, moving closer.

"Do you want to hold her?" you asked.

"Me?" He pointed at him.

"Who else? You're her daddy."

"This... What if..."

"Satoru." you interrupted his uncertainty. "She's your baby. Nothing will happen."

With a bit of uncertainty, he stretched out his arms, catching the baby.

She seemed even smaller in his hands! It was as if he could hold it in his hands and there would be enough space.

That's why he was afraid that he might tighten his hand too much or do something wrong and hurt her. With his little child, he can't be the strongest. He must be careful and gentle.

He smiled at the sight of her next to him, and when she moved slightly, he laughed.

How could such a little thing cause you so much trouble for so many months? Even though she was smaller compared to him, she was tiny. How could such a little girl keep you up at night? How could such little legs kick you from the inside?

"Have you named her yet?" he asked, grabbing her hand with two fingers, watching as her tiny fingers tightened on his nail.

"I thought maybe you would want to." You reached up to her head, stroking her little white hair.

And after a moment's thought, he spoke up.

"...Aiko?" He looked at you, waiting for your reaction.

"Aiko... Gojo Aiko. Do you like it?" You smiled. "What does that mean?"

"You could say Little Loved One."

He suddenly gained courage and kissed her forehead.

"Welcome to the Gojo family. My little Aiko."

"I didn't know you'd be happy with my baby, Utahime." He laughed, leaning against the baby stroller, watching the woman's hand gently touch her little hand.

"Your child is not you. I can't believe this little angel could be like you. Her name?"

"Aiko."

"Even if I could deny it, I see that you are the father..." She looked at the white hair and long white eyelashes.

Gojo is so beautiful, so you both knew that your daughter would be beautiful.

Her daddy is a little overprotective. And you can be sure that her teenage years will be strange.

Satoru who chases all the boys away from his little daughter. This will be a sight you won't regret seeing.

It's all ahead of you, but you know that your daughter will attract a lot of eyes. Just like Satoru. But there will be someone to protect her.

Daddy's little girl.

Because now you constantly see him walking around with her, never leaving her for a moment. It was a lovely sight.

"She's so tiny. Was she born earlier than she should have been?"

"Shoko..." Gojo exclaimed, wanting her to explain.

"Everything is fine with her. But she's just a little smaller than she should be. She should make up for it as she grows. She's just smaller, but there's nothing to worry about."

"That's good. But I'm worried about what kind of father she has." She growled, a vein throbbing in her forehead.

"Hey Hey! I am the perfect father!" he said loudly and suddenly reached for his little daughter in the stroller when she woke up because of him. "Look at that little sweet face! She's happy to have a daddy like me!"

Cuddling Aiko against his broad chest he watched as her eyes opened and he looked at her. Her arms reached out to him as she let out a slightly dissatisfied moan.

"Aww, daddy is here." he moved her higher, watching with glee as her arms flailed around awkwardly. "Don't worry. Daddy will take care of you."

Walking into the room, you wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling lightly into his side.

Your husband simply loves your family so much.

"It's delicious, isn't it?!" he laughed, giving a spoonful of food to Aiko and she started laughing.

Long legs kneeling next to the baby chair as he fed her.

You couldn't be jealous of your child. He gave a lot of attention to your daughter. But did it matter? She is your child. And you love her just the same. It's impossible not to love this baby.

____

"Hmm... I thought the clothes would fit this time." He groaned sadly, watching as the sleeves on your child's arms were too long.

"We'll go buy smaller ones. These will come in handy later." You stroked his arm soothingly, leaning into the kiss he gave you.

"I'm waiting for her to grow. My little one~."

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"Look at her! She's so cute!!!!" His voice was howling as invisible arrows pierced his heart.

Your daughter just hugged a teddy bear that was almost bigger than her.

Isn't it perfect to see your husband with your daughter?

He who is constantly taking photos.

A man who was afraid to take her in his arms because he was afraid he would break her. Now he could take her everywhere with him. Because he doesn't want to leave your side.

The old worries about your daughter being tiny disappeared as she started to grow. She started to be like a normal child her age. Even though she was still tiny in your husband's hands.

He couldn't help but love his family.

Gojo's family is not so small anymore. Now he has two people he loves more than life itself.

And only one question appeared in his mind as he held his sleeping daughter in his arms.

"Honey, could we have another baby like this in the future?"

#gojo satoru #jjk x you #gojo x y/n #jjk #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #Daddy Gojo Satoru

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vioartemis · 1 year

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You have to let me go

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: A year after the night, after moving to New York, Sam forces Tara to talk about something she would've rather avoided Warnings: blood, injuries, ‘slight’ (maybe a little more than ‘slight’) angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

It had been a year since that night at Woodsboro, at Amber's house, where she and Richie tried to kill everyone. One year since Tara saw you get shot.

She was so scared she had lost you that day.

"Amber, put the gun down" you said, walking slowly towards her as she was aiming at Tara

"Oh, you think you scare me Y/n? I'll kill you both!"

"It's not too late to stop, you can still make the right choice"

"I know."

With that, her index finger went to the trigger, ready to shoot the brunette. Tara couldn't move, paralyzed in fear. She didn't want to die. She couldn't die now.

That was when you rushed to Amber, redirecting her arm so she shot the wall. She pushed you to the ground, tried to shoot Tara again, but you kicked her legs, making her fall next to you.

You straddled her, pinned her left hand above her head, and were struggling to do the same with the other one. She still had the gun.

Tara looked away for a second, looking for the other gun Richie dropped earlier. She bent down and took it from under a cupboard.

When she heard the gunshot, Tara's head jolted up in your direction. You were still on top of Amber, pinning both her hands to the ground. In the silence that followed, she could hear a faint noise.

Plop.

Red droplets were dripping from your chest onto the wooden floor. A red stain started to appear on your back, growing quickly at the liquid was absorbed by your shirt.

Tara felt her heart stop when she saw you falling on top of Amber, who pushed you to the side so she could get up. The sight of you lying on the floor in a puddle of your own blood made her go crazy.

She didn't even realize what she did until she heard Amber's body hit the ground. Didn't pay too much attention to it either.

She ran to you, pressing her hands on your wound to stop the bleeding.

Your eyes were closed, you were pale. For a second she thought you were dead.

But you opened your eyes slowly, hissing in pain.

"Fortunately, she doesn't know how to aim..." you said weakly, making her smile

That was very typical of you, joking in this kind of situation. She would've been disappointed if you didn't - or worried.

She didn't remember well the next days, it was all blurry, but she blamed the painkillers and the aftershock of the attack for it. All that mattered was that you were alive, and by her side.

When the time had come to move to New York, she was relieved. She felt like she could finally breathe and that she finally had a chance to live happy with you.

You went to Central Park together, watching sunsets and eating ice cream while sitting on a bench. You went to karaoke, ice rinks, roller parks, everything that you never tried before.

You even tried axe throwing once, but quickly abandoned the idea when the weapon brushed your head. Maybe it was a little too dangerous for a date.

It was so refreshing to do all these things without being worried of being attacked by Ghostface. To the brunettes, everything seemed lighter here, people seemed nicer too.

Tara liked her new friends, Anika, Ethan and Quinn - who was also their roommate. Out of the three, her favorite was definitely Anika, Mindy's girlfriend. She was so sweet and cute... Nothing compared to you of course, you were her one and only.

To her surprise, they didn't seem to really like you thought. They seemed distant when talking about you, as if they were hiding some kind of feeling they didn't want her to see. Which was understandable; who would want their friends to tell them they didn't like their girlfriend?

Even Sam who had always loved you was acting strange. Side eyes, little looks every now and then... Maybe she was just worried about her. Which was, again, understandable.

What was less clear was the people in the street. They were looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. Maybe they weren't used to see two girls holding hands publicly...

Tara didn't pay too much attention to it, preferring to focus on you and your beautiful smile. That smile she wanted to see every day when she woke up for the rest of her life.

She put a movie on for the two of you, your favorite one, and didn't know if she should get popcorn or not. She didn't like the taste of it on your lips when she kissed you, but she liked eating it while watching a movie, comfortably huddled in your arms.

"Can we talk?" Sam suddenly asked her

"We're kinda busy right now, don't you see we're watching a movie?"

"That's what we need to talk about Tara. You can't keep doing that."

"Watching movies with my girlfriend?" Tara asked, confused

"Pretending she's still here"

"What are you talking about? Y/n's right here!"

"No, she's not. It's all in your head Tara... None of us can see her..."

The brunette looked behind her, where her friends where standing, not far away from Sam.

"It's not funny, Sam. Guys please, tell her to stop"

"..."

She turned to you, seeking your help.

"Y/n do something... Tell her to stop, you know how I felt when-"

"... She's right Tara..." you said with a sad smile "You have to let me go..."

"What...? But-"

"You need to accept it Tara..." her sister said

"It's okay my love, acceptance doesn't mean you will forget me... You need to move on, start a new life here with your friends..."

"What are you guys talking about? What should I accept?"

"That she died at Woodsboro, that very night at Amber's house" Sam intervened

"No I- I was there I-"

"You couldn't save me Tara..."

Plop.

Red droplets were dripping from your chest onto the wooden floor. A red stain started to appear on your back, growing quickly at the liquid was absorbed by your shirt.

Tara felt her heart stop when she saw you falling on top of Amber, who pushed you to the side so she could get up. The sight of you lying on the floor in a puddle of your own blood made her go crazy.

She didn't even realize what she did until she heard Amber's body hit the ground. Didn't pay too much attention to it either.

She ran to you, pressing her hands on your wound to stop the bleeding.

Your eyes were closed, you were pale. For a second she thought you were dead.

Then it lasted a minute. Then two. Then five.

You weren't opening your eyes.

No matter how much she cried, how much she begged you to, you didn't move.

Her hands were soaked with your blood. Her heart was broken in million pieces.

She couldn't admit it, you couldn't be gone. Not like that. Not now. You would open your eyes soon, hissing in pain, and say something like 'Fortunately, she doesn't know how to aim'.

Her eyes filled with tears when the realization hit her.

"But our dates last year...? A-and all these nights we spent together...? And... and everything that happened since that night...?"

"I was never here..."

"N-no I- I can't make up all this in my mind...! Y-you're talking to me right now, it's you, it's-"

"Is it really? Didn't you notice that I only seem to say what you wanted to hear...?"

"Y-yeah but that's how it has always been... we never fought before... A-and I don't want to hear what you say right now...!"

"But you need to, and your inner self is plenty aware of that..."

"Y/n..."

She reached for your hand, but she couldn't take it. It was like she tried to grab a fistful of fog; impossible. She looked up at you, terrified.

"No... no no no no... please..."

She tried to grab your hand again, then your arm, your thigh, anything that could prove to her that you were here. But she couldn't. She could still see you, but touching you had become impossible.

"It's normal that you can't touch me, your brain is starting to process... Soon you will not see me anymore..."

Indeed, you started to slowly fade away as her brain processed the information.

"No please... I don't want to...! I don't want you to go...! I- I need you Y/n...! Please stay...!" she tried to hold you, unsuccessfully

"I'll still be with you, in your heart, in your memory..."

"Please Y/n... baby... I- I can't... I can't do it without you..."

"Tara, my love... You have your sister, your friends, they're here to help you... And I'll be here too, sometimes, if you really need me. But you have to try and live your life..."

You had that smile that made her fall so hard 4 years ago. That smile that she loved so much. She knew it was only her mind making it up for her so the last image she would have of you would be that smile. She could see you were fading away.

Yet you seemed so real...

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she watched you disappear.

She stared at the empty space you left next to her, until Sam took her in her arms.

"It's going to be okay, I promise..."

"S-she's gone... I... Sam, I can't... I can't without her... I- I need her... I..."

The brunette sobbed uncontrollably in her sisters' arms, who rubbed her back gently, trying to comfort her a little.

Moving on would be difficult. So difficult. But she knew that was what you would've wanted. See her happy.

#tara carpenter x fem reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #scream #scream 5 #scream 6 #scream vi

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chin-chilla-7 · 7 months

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I just got finished with a spy x family episode and this came up! What about DBH boys (Connor, Simon, Markus) With a female reader who is just like Yor Forger!

She’s very sweet looking, and nobody would suspect she packs quite a mean punch when protecting someone or herself, and unusually strong!

Hey anon! So sorry about the wait on this. I'll be honest part of it is due to me not knowing anything about spy x family, so I will just be going off the little description you've given in this ask! And it certainly won't stop me from trying.

Each Connor, Simon, and Markus would initially find the reader quite unassuming. To say they underestimate her is not exactly accurate, but they certainly don't expect the strength and punch she packs.

Connor witnessed it during a case. He's in the process of analyzing some evidence at a crime scene when he hears a disturbance. It was an argument, from what he could tell, between you and someone else trying to tamper with the crime scene or simply initiating some aggression because, like Connor, they misjudge exactly how strong you could be. At the sound of raised voices - yours being one of them - Connor is quick to make his way over to the disturbance, intending to intervene if necessary. Though, it quickly becomes apparent that it isn't necessary.

You've knocked the aggressor clean on their ass. One punch to the face was enough to send them falling backwards right on their ass. You probably even broke their nose. Connor, he's... well, to be honest, he's a little surprised. You aren't often in situations such as this one. And while you do work for the DPD, it's not often he sees you demonstrate exactly why you were hired in the first place.

Even though you punched someone to the point of a concussion, Connor can't help but still make sure you're okay. Physically, mentally, whatever, he wants to make sure the encounter didn't shake you up too bad. Even if you've assured you're fine and that he doesn't need to check you over, he's still doing a scan, just to be sure.

This is something he certainly does not forget about you. And while he still worries, given the fact that your appearance is deceiving compared to your actual ability, he's a little more at ease to know that you can hold your own when you need to. He's aware that people will go for those who seem weaker, and while he knows you aren't weak, at a glance, people are quick to think otherwise about you.

---

Simon, while not a coward, does prefer to take the pacifist route at any given opportunity. You're someone who's the same, unless you have absolutely no choice. And that was the case here. You were with Simon, just the two of you. You had excused yourself to the bathroom, and on your way back, you see that someone had approached Simon, and you noticed that Simon was less than comfortable about the interaction. It wasn't until you were a few steps away that you could hear exactly what was going on.

It was some anti-android guy going off - he must have recognized Simon someone. Which, come on, he's not the only PL600 to exist. Whatever, it didn't matter. What mattered was this guy was going off on Simon, and while Simon was trying to defuse the situation, he wasn't getting anywhere successful. Simon was trying to talk the other down, but the guy seemed pissed, which started to piss you off. It didn't help that the guy suddenly grabbed Simon - that's when you knew you had to step in.

"Hey!" Was all you said, which seemed to startle the guy long enough for you to grab his shoulder, turning him so you could swiftly punch him in the gut. He quickly doubled over, falingl to the ground, and Simon stumbled back, staring at the scene in shock. His mouth was agape as he looked between you and the guy, now groaning on the ground. There was even a slight tint of blue on Simon's face at the sight, which you may have noticed if you weren't still upset with the interaction.

"Whoa... I didn't know you had that in you..." Simon said, nearly stepping towards the guy to help him. But he stopped himself, mainly because you held your hand out to stop him.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," you responded, looking over to him and managing a smile. Despite the circumstances, it was cute to see the way Simon reacted to this.

"What, so we just... leave him?"

"Well, he was a prick, soo..."

---

Markus was often used to being the protector. And with you, it was a no brainer that you were someone he felt drawn to protect. And it was cute, and you never had a problem with it. But sometimes even the protector needs a little helping hand. Especially when you've got no problem fighting your own battles.

Being the leader of the android revolution meant that Markus got a lot of attention. And being a close friend of the leader of the android revolution meant you got a lot of attention as well. Both good and bad. This was an instance of the bad. Some name calling, some yelling, asking how you could ever support something like this when all the androids do is take and take and blah blah blah.

Really, you weren't listening. You had grown used to it at this point, it was something you could easily tune out.

Though, it was clear that the people nagging you were not a fan of being ignored. Markus was only a little ways ahead of you, but it was still enough of a distance that he couldn't stop the way they grabbed you to look at them. A small struggle ensued, which caught Markus' attention. He was quick to rush over to you, pulling off one of the two attacking you, but it seemed you had the rest of it under control.

A quick knee between the legs was enough to throw them off their balance, then an elbow to the chest knocked the wind out of them long enough for you to get away. As you escaped their grasp, you kept yourself ready, knees bent, arms up, ready for anything more they had to throw your way. Of course, the kerfuffle was enough to get the attention from onlookers, and the attackers found it best to avoid further humiliation.

With them submitting to defeat, Markus looked to you, first making sure you were okay. Once that was settled, he found himself looking at you with an impressed smile. "Maybe you should be the one protecting me," he joked.

"Maybe," You said, relaxing now that you weren't in danger anymore. "At least I'd know you'd be safer."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

#detroit become human x reader #dbh #detroit become human #dbh x reader #simon x reader #connor x reader #markus x reader #not writing #anon #answers #my writing #headcanons

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sockmeat · 1 year

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Hello! If its ok can i request a pt 2 of reincarnated as the creator in teyvat? Ifs its also ok can you tag me?

𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑼... (𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕) 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐

𝐏𝐓. 𝟏: (𝐱)

(𝐰𝐜): 1,011

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When the archons refuse to allow the harbringers to visit, they take matters into their own hands.

(𝐀/𝐍): Literally only wrote this because of one person loll. Also, I don't know jack shit about the harbringers so I used Wiki to get their personalities and things like that, don't trash me pls

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): You get kidnapped. That's it, that's the whole post

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

By the time the harbringers realized you were discovered, the archons already had a tight grip on you. They immediately sent a request to visit the land of Mondstat to see their beloved creator, only to be denied.

They tried everything they could to convince the archons to let them visit. They tried sweet words, vows to change their ways, and bribery, but none of their tactics worked.

Finally, they decided to use brute force. They were going to see you no matter what.

The amount of fatui sightings tripled in less than a week. They appeared everywhere for seemingly no reason. While the public remained clueless, the archons knew it was retaliation.

Eventually, the fatui focused all their might on your palace. Fatui members flooded through your gates and attacked everyone they laid their eyes on.

The archons were forced to part from you and put you in the arms of a citizen; they wrapped you tightly in a blanket and held you to their chest, pretending you were their normal, mortal baby.

Pierro, however, saw through this facade. He approached the woman with a scowl on his face and demanded she surrendered the child.

She protested, but Pierro pried you out of her arms and into his. He left without a trace while you slept peacefully in his coat.

The woman was in shambles when the archons found her again. Tears were streaming down her face as she mumbled about failing them and her creator.

Unfortunately, once they figured out what happened, you and the fatui were gone.

𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

You are literally never on your feet. If Pierro isn't holding you, It's first come first serve. He could be in an important meeting and you'll be hanging onto Pierro's coat and playing with his hair. You can even put stickers on him! He'll see them as a blessing.

Pierro isn't too entertaining to be around. 90% of the time he's working, and the other 10% is when he's sleeping. But on the off chance he has free time, he tells you stories about Khaenri'ah. Only if nobody's around can you get him to play with your dolls. He finds it quite relaxing, so long as he isn't caught.

Dottore... Isn't someone you should be around. The others will actively keep you away from him so your health isn't at risk. Despite your age, he wants to do experiments on you so he can better understand your abilities and tolerance. You like his mask, though.

Columbina likes to nap with you. You two will sleep for hours in the comfiest of outfits. She is very polite towards you and doesn't dare to raise her voice around you. Columbina will treat you like you're older than you really are, often consulting you in big decisions.

Capitano doesn't often interact with you, he doesn't want to tarnish his reputation, but he is around you as often as possible. He's heard stories of people being cursed and thrown to the streets because you were displeased with them--he doesn't want to become like them. He would much rather keep his distance so his honor isn't tainted. He does admire from afar how you're able to be so graceful, even as an infant. He aspires to be like you (though, he'll never admit it out loud.)

Pulcinella likes to predict how you'll be when you're an adult. Pinpointing whether you'll be strong, polite, or rude beyond compare, and what national tragedies you'll cause is a game to him. He has your entire life laid out in front of him. However, because of his stature, you often confuse him with someone around your age. As annoying as it is to hear the other's teasing comments, it does give him the opportunity to study you more.

You see the soft side of Scaramouche more than anyone. He aims to treat you better than his mother treated him. He does get annoyed at the others calling him soft, so you'll only see this side of him behind closed doors.

Sandrone can be a little nasty personality-wise, but being with her means you can play with her Automaton experiments. Unfortunately, she only allows you to play with the one that follows her, but that doesn't mean you can't sneak off to play with the others.

La Signora likes to tell you stories from both imagination and personal experiences. Out of all of them, she's the one that acts the most like a mother figure. She's the one to console you when you have a nightmare, entertain you when you're bored, and kiss your boo-boos when you trip running down the hallway. If anyone gives her nasty looks for this, wishing they were in her place, she's quick to point out their jealousy.

Pantalone will spoil you in any way he can, often sizing up his coworkers doing so. Oh, Pierro gave you a limited-edition dollhouse? Here's your own castle decorated with your favorite character--the only one of its kind! Signora gave you a blanket made of silk? Have a Navajo blanket with a unique pattern, he insists. He'll also push around and bully the others to get more time with you. He has no shame.

If Arlecchino isn't pursuing Columbina, they're bending to your every whim. Much like the archons, they'll retrieve anything you look at and offer it to you. Whenever you're cranky, they'll do everything they can 50 times over to make you happy again.

Tartaglia rivals Signora in terms of affection. He's the most likely to take you around the outside world--with a disguise, of course. You can't be out for long, however, as the animals will start to flock. Tartaglia often schedules playdates for you and Teucer; he's grown quite fond of you being in his family. Tartaglia's goal is to raise you to be strong in hopes you'll become a worthy opponent.

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blackopals-world · 1 year

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"Sea Foam" part 3

Marine Biologist!FemYuu x Azul Ashengrotto Rielle (angst, slight yandere Rielle)

Part 1 part 2

What is more fortunate than one who is so desperate to love and one who wishes to be loved?

Be cautious about who you cling to.

"I love you." He said kissing her and stroking her cheek.

Yuu knew what she wanted to say but couldn't. Her voice wouldn't come out. The words wouldn't leave her.

They had met on a school trip at RSA. He was a prince from the Coral Sea who transferred recently.

They crossed paths and immediately he was in love. It was love at first sight. Immediately he wanted to get to know her.

From Yuu's perspective, he was very fun and kind. She didn't know much about him but they exchanged numbers and talked about making plans.

Before she knew it, they were together. He showered her with attention and praise.

"I'm so lucky to have you. My cute little human." Rielle would kiss her cheek when he said it.

Whenever they would walk on the shore hand and hand Yuu would talk out her favorite fish. Octopus, squids, cuttlefish, eels and jellyfish just to name a few. Rielle would hold her hand tighter.

"Those fish aren't very cute. What about seals?" He asked.

"But seals are mammals, love. I study marine life." She responded feeling uncomfortable with the tight grip.

"Right, right! The sea is boring, full off not cute things. Mammals are cute. You're cute and shouldn't be near ugly things like squids. Understand?" Rielle phrased it like a question but it came out more like a demand.

Yuu eventually learned not to talk about sea life around Rielle. He had no interest in the sea and wanted her to do the same. When she asked asked why his answer was clear.

"It's too dangerous. You can't breathe water and you are no mer. It's best to say away. My poor fragile Yuu, you'd be eaten right up." His face was flushed red as she said this he imagined his delicate lover struggling in the waves all alone.

Yuu felt very unsettled but went along with it.

"Humans are so cute. These reflexes you have are amazing. When water hits your head you instinctively hold your breath. It's so cute. You're the cutest of all Yuu. That's why I have to protect you." He'd hold her so tight as he said this.

Yuu wished he'd stop using cute as a compliment. She wished he'd call her something else.

Jade never intended to spy but while crossing campus he stopped a redhead who didn't belong here. The one that had swept Yuu away from them. He and Floyd had been rather grumpy since she stopped meeting them in secret because of him.

"Ohh~ She just so cute. You have to just hear her talk all meek and sweet. She smiles the best when she's sad though. Just seeing the way she trembles trying to fight off her emotions. Nothing compares to my darling. Humans are the best. I knew getting one would be so entertaining. I've always wanted a human." He said over the reciver.

Jade agreed somewhat. Shrimpy was cute, everyone with eyes knew that. Under all those sweet words Rielle made it clear his interest was based on her being human. Did he even like her for anything else?

"...What? No, she isn't perfect but no one is. She used to talk so much about octopuses. It didn't suit her at all. So ugly. Why would she like stuff like that when she lives on land? She should like all the cute furry creatures here. But my princess has learned her lesson and it's all for the best."

Jade's fist felt itchy. How dare he! How fucking dare he!

Jade stopped himself from turning Rielle red in more places than his head when Yuu appeared. Blissfully unaware of how her boyfriend views her.

But Jade was mistaken. She was very aware and had heard him as well, but that's the problem with toxic relationships. Even if she knew it she did accept it. After all who else could love her? Even if it disgusted her it was all the more reason to stay.

Just like with Azul.

She loved him so much yet he found her love to be disgusting. How can she do that to Rielle who loves her like that? It was proof he did care if she feels so twisted up inside.

"You love me right?" Rielle asked again.

The words still didn't come out. No matter how much she struggled.

"Mm-hmm." She hummed instead as she nodded her head.

Rielle stared blankly at her before his bright smile returned.

"Your even cuter when you lie, you know," he whispered in her ear as he pulled her into a hug. "But I'll forgive you this time."

This series only has one part left. Time for my fist poll.

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katnissmellarkkk · 2 years

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hi bestie! any drabbles of everlark in district 13, assuming they were both originally rescued that you could bless us with?🥰 maybe along the lines of Katniss going to visit Peeta’s bunk during the Capital’s bombing on 13 bc she knows his family isn’t there to share his space with him (and also bc she’s in love with this boy & starting to realize that)? :)

P.S omg pls never doubt your skills as a writer. I’m a big-time rhetoric major & think that your characterization & writing in general is one of the best!!! (and I’ve read A LOT of everlark stuff hahah, but they never hit the same as yours always seem to!) 💖

Hi, anon my bestie!!!! Okay so I started writing this like forever ago and it got lost in my drafts so I just found it again 😭😭😭. But better late than never, am I right? Please say I’m right 😅. Well anyways, I hope you enjoy this! I got a little carried away but I think I generally followed your prompt. And I can honestly say this is my favorite thing I’ve written in a while 🥳. And I don’t say that lightly. So I hope you and anyone else who reads this likes it too 😘❤️.

Oh and thank you for the compliment, you’re so sweet 🥲.

That's when the first bomb hits. There's an initial sense of impact followed by an explosion that resonates in my innermost parts, the lining of my intestines, the marrow of my bones, the roots of my teeth. We're all going to die, I think. My eyes turn upward, expecting to see giant cracks race across the ceiling, massive chunks of stone raining down on us, but the bunker itself gives only a slight shudder. The lights go out and I experience the disorientation of total darkness. Speechless human sounds--spontaneous shrieks, ragged breaths, baby whimpers, one musical bit of insane laughter--dance around in the charged air. Then there's a hum of a generator, and a dim wavering glow replaces the stark lighting that is the norm in 13. It's closer to what we had in our homes in 12, when the candles and fire burned low on a winter's night.

I reach for Prim in the twilight, clamp my hand on her leg, and pull myself over to her. Her voice remains steady as she croons to Buttercup. "It's all right, baby, it's all right. We'll be okay down here."

My mother wraps her arms around us. I allow myself to feel young for a moment and rest my head on her shoulder.

Out of the corner of my eye though, another figure captures my attention. Broad shoulders and strong back muscles — that not even the food rationing here in Thirteen could make lanky — look unusually hunched in the bunker’s dim light.

I wait for a long moment, anticipating another bone rattling explosion to sound. When none do though, my legs act on their own accord. I slip out from beneath my mother’s arm, murmuring to her and Prim that I’ll be right back.

Neither of them humor me with an answer. They both are well aware of what direction I’m heading towards. Of who I’m heading towards. And they know I probably won’t be back any time soon.

Ever since being rescued from the Quarter Quell, I’ve become more and more drawn to Peeta than ever before. He visited our home in Victor’s Village often enough after our first games, at first to just keep up appearances for the cameras, and then later on to keep me entertained while waiting for my foot and tailbone to heal. But not even his presence then compares to how clingy we’ve become to one another now.

My mother doesn’t even keep up pretenses anymore, always biding me a sleepy goodnight as I tiptoe by her bed. At this point, she is well aware of my tendency to slip into Peeta’s room after dark, to crawl between his sheets and into his arms whenever my nightmares come knocking. And she doesn’t even bother hiding this knowledge.

Not even Gale can pretend to be oblivious at this point. I sense his gaze on me now, his eyes locked on my back as I reach Peeta, sitting alone under the giant M, with not a single family member in sight. All others who share his initial are grouped off with their loved ones, leaving him to sit in this damp bunker in total solitude.

“Peeta,” I say quietly, alerting him of my presence. He jumps at the sound of my voice, clearly lost in the quiet his isolation provided.

But he recovers relatively quick and wordlessly reaches for me, wrapping an arm around the small of my waist as I sit down on his lap. Before he can say anything though, President Coin’s voice bleeds through the intercom system.

She thanks us for making a swift and orderly trip to the underground shelter, despite being given only a two minute evacuation warning. She also orders everyone to please stay with their assigned groups, beneath their initials.

“Oops,” I murmur dryly, shooting Peeta a guiltless look.

He snorts loudly, earning us some strange glances from the people nearby. Either because of our disruption or because Katniss Everdeen— who everybody in Thirteen knows by full name — is sitting with the M’s and clearly breaking protocol. I wonder if any of these citizens in Thirteen have ever even broken the rules themselves. Or even bent them a little. It’s hard to guess, with the way this place is run. It seems like no one, not even men three times my size, have the nerve to challenge their leader.

Which means to them, we must look like complete rebels.

But neither Peeta nor I care at all. Coin has never been the biggest fan of me and the feeling is completely mutual. She did like Peeta originally. From a distance, before they ever met, that is. Before any of us knew District Thirteen was still alive after all these years and someone named President Alma Coin even existed.

But Peeta and Coin’s first meeting soured him almost immediately on her leadership. I don’t know if it was her insistence that the hospital release us both to film propos before we were ready and recovered — me from the aftereffects of the concussion Johanna Mason gave me, Peeta from the knife wound he sustained as he snapped Brutus’ enormous neck — or if he just didn’t like her point blank, after finding out she tried to get the hovercraft to leave me behind in the arena. But either way doesn’t make much of a difference at this point.

Coin’s feelings for either of us one way or the other doesn’t affect where we are right now. Sitting in a dim bunker, hoping that Thirteen is as prepared for a brutal, nuclear attack as the president claims.

And if there were any issues with me sitting in the M section, I’m sure my upcoming wedding date would help clear them up.

I must be shivering — out of anticipation and dread or from the chilled underground air seeping through the material of my standard issue jumpsuit — because Peeta’s hand subtly moves from my waist to rub circles on the small of my back. “What’re you thinking about?” He asks a few seconds after Coin’s voice fades out from the audio system.

And I know I could make up an utter lie but I don’t even have the wherewithal to think of one. So instead I just blurt out the truth. “I’m trying to think of just about anything besides my father.”

His brows knit together in utter confusion. “Your father?”

“He died in an underground explosion,” I remind, watching as comprehension flickers quickly across his features.

“Katniss,” he murmurs empathetically. “I didn’t even think about that.”

I shrug it off though, wanting to move my mind further away from images of collapsed mines and mangled bodies stuck underground with no way out.

I never actually saw my father’s dead body, of course. After the mines exploded, they told my mother there was nothing left of him. That’s why for months after he died, a part of me couldn’t accept that he was really gone. My eleven-year-old brain couldn’t wrap itself around the idea that he would never again walk through the front door at nightfall. That he would never again sneak into my room in the morning to kiss me goodbye before he left, making every attempt to never actually wake me up. That he wasn’t there to take me into the woods, to hold my hand as we walked through the Hob together, to sing Prim to sleep at night.

My attempts at not thinking about my father’s death have only served in reminding me how much I miss him in life. I’m about the change the subject to something else entirely when a realization hits me like the tidal waves in the clock arena.

The reason Peeta is alone in this bunker in the first place lands on me, like a brick falling from the sky.

“Oh, Peeta,” I say in a tone so unlike myself. “I didn’t even think about your family.”

I know it probably was the least helpful thing I could have said, that my wording inevitably just made him feel worse if anything at all but I don’t even try to rectify it. I’m suddenly too overcome with heartache for the boy who lost his whole family in one fell swoop.

Their cause of death being me, of course. All because I blew out the arena. Snow decided to bomb the entire district and killed every single member of Peeta’s family — alongside the rest of the merchant class, save a couple handfuls — in a matter of moments.

And he doesn’t even pretend that his mind wasn’t already on the subject, even before I spoke. “I just hope they died quick,” he says before giving me a sheepish look.

He doesn’t look ashamed of his wording though. Because he knows of all people, I would be the one to understand.

And I do. I’ve had the same thought about my father in the mines countless times. I’ve always hoped he died before he could realize just how bleak his fate ultimately was.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I feel the bunker shake again, as I feel Peeta’s arm tighten around me, squeezing me against him hard enough to leave a bruise.

We wait for the explosion, all of us locked down here behind the steel doors, but it doesn’t seem to come. At least, if it did, I must have missed it.

“Katniss, don’t apologize for what you did in the arena,” Peeta murmurs, as if we didn’t just pause the conversation to wait for a bomb explosion. “And do not apologize for what Snow did to Twelve,” he adds on, his voice turning a shade darker than I’m used to, even now after everything.

I nod, only half listening to him. My mind is still fixated on the explosion that never came, that was more than expected after the initial impact. “They must have missed by a wider distance this time. That’s why we didn’t feel it as much,” Peeta rationalizes, practically reading my mind. But I still don’t turn to meet his eyes. Just like all those times in the arena, I know Snow isn’t going to stop until he gets what he wants, until he hits his desired target. I know there’s more coming. And until it does, I’m stuck, frozen in place, waiting for the explosion to hit me.

“Come on,” Peeta insists, pushing me out of his lap, succeeding in finally breaking me out of my trance.

“What’re you doing?” I say in a voice that comes across more irritated than I am. My stress leaks out as anger half the time. Peeta ignores it anyway. I didn’t even realize until now how good at ignoring my ire he’s become.

I watch as he pulls a mattress onto the ground, situating it as far as possible from the others grouped off in the M section. No one seems to be paying us any mind, thankfully. The last thing I want is an audience peering at me as I take Peeta’s proffered hand and crawl into the makeshift bed alongside him.

I lay my cheek against his heart as he tucks a blanket around us, listening to the faint, consistent beat through layers of fabric. Hoping it’ll soothe me now. Hoping it’ll lull me into even the faintest sense of relaxation.

“Are you still cold?” Peeta whispers, his mouth right by my forehead. Before I can give him a shrug, he’s already unzipping his jacket and waiting for me to scoot closer. And I oblige, without hesitation. I press myself against him, wondering for a second why this moment feels so very familiar.

“Remember when you shared your jacket with me on the cornucopia?” I say, as he fastens it around us.

It doesn’t take him long to recall. “Yeah, I remember. Kind of.” Off my look, he says, “I’d lost a lot of blood at that point. All I vividly remember is you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” he repeats, a little sardonically. “I remember thinking you were so beautiful. That I was so lucky to be there with you. And I just wanted to get you home alive and in one piece.”

I chuckle a little at that. I have to ignore the compliments, because I don’t know what to do with those. But I emphasize deeply with the last part. “I just wanted to get you home in one piece.”

“You almost succeeded,” he says, and then we’re both laughing. We’re both laughing unironically, our chests pressed together, one big huddle of anxiety and sleep deprivation and hysterical giggles filling our corner of the bunker.

But our reprieve is abruptly chopped off at the knees, as a wave of impact catches us both by surprise, the walls vibrating without warning. And then an explosion follows this time, only a second later.

Unlike the last time, this explosion is absolutely impossible to miss. It rattles me down to my core, bringing forth once more the definitive, gut-wrenching assertion in my mind that this whole bunker is going to give in and we’re all doomed.

The tears in my eyes must be visible, at least from a couple inches away, because Peeta starts to whisper soothing words to me now. He leans down and places an open mouth kiss on the side of my neck, and tries to calms me down. “Coin was right, this compound is made for this. There’s no way any of Snow’s bombs can touch us here. We’re safer than we’ve ever been.”

“I know you don’t think Coin is right about anything,” I say absently, searching nervously over my shoulder for Prim and my mother. I see them both faintly, underneath the E on the wall. They both seem unharmed, though their blue eyes are wide with fear, and I feel a wave of guilt for not being there to comfort them.

But I don’t want to leave Peeta and I find myself — much to my utter remorse — glad that I’m here, wound up tightly in his arms, instead of over there with a hissing Buttercup blowing stinky cat breath in my face.

“They’re okay,” Peeta promises, his eyes on my family as well. “Unlike us, Prim’s actually gone to class here. She knows better what to expect.” He’s joking again, trying to cut the tension pulsating so strongly within me, it’s bound to overtake my entire body, until I combust. “Katniss,” he murmurs, his voice more serious now. “Sweetheart, you need to calm down.”

“Distract me,” I say, knowing it’s a pretty impossible task. The shaking and shuddering of the bunker though seems to subside and that helps marginally to alleviate my nerves.

A rather melancholy look crosses his features as he opens his mouth to speak. “Have you heard any more of the details about our wedding?”

That does the trick. I let out a shaky laugh, feeling just as unhappy about our upcoming marriage ceremony as he appears to be.

Of course, we both should have seen it coming. After all, it’s only natural that the rebels would want to show the “Star-Crossed Lovers” tie the knot, in a national propo for their side of the war.

At least, it’s only natural for Coin.

I shake my head though, trying for once to keep our conversation light. Trying not to dwell on the fact that no matter where Peeta or I are, no matter who’s in charge, we’re always mere pawns in their eyes. We’re always pieces in someone else’s game.

“They offered to try and scrounge up a seamstress here to make the dress.” I make a face at the memory. “I said no.”

“Of course,” he agrees instantly, sounding rather certain. “You should wear a dress Cinna made you. Even if it’s not a wedding dress. Like that red one you wore in Seven.”

“I knew you liked that one,” I shoot back wryly, but my cheeks flush pink in embarrassment. I burrow deeper into his chest before he can notice. “I grabbed everything Cinna made me when the hovercraft took us back to Twelve. Told Plutarch to have someone else decide which one I’ll wear.”

“So the wedding dress will be a surprise for us all?” Peeta says, a clear attempt to make me laugh again. And it works, just a little. I let out a small chuckle just as Coin makes another announcement over the intercom. She explains something about missile attacks and that we could potentially be stuck down here for the next four or five days.

I feel Peeta sigh against me, not loving the idea of being trapped here any more than I am. Any more than Finnick or Haymitch — wherever the old drunk even is — must be.

Being trapped any place is never fun, in even a normal person’s book. But it’s infinitely worse for a victor. It’s infinitely more terrifying when you’ve been trapped before and it was also related to the threat of imminent death.

I unconsciously run my fingers up and down Peeta’s side, trying to soothe him the way he has so many times me. “We’ll be okay,” I promise, though I don’t even know what I’m talking about. The only people who know are Coin and her higher ranks. And something tells me they wouldn’t tell us, even if the bunker was about to collapse in on itself.

“Yeah,” he pretends to agree and presses his lips to my forehead for a long moment, letting them linger there. “We’re going to be just fine.”

And I guess because there’s nowhere else to go, and because I’ve been wanting to say it for weeks now and just haven’t had the time or the courage, I suddenly blurt out, “Peeta? I really am sorry.”

His bleary eyes grow wide for a second, as my abrupt change in demeanor registers. “For what?”

For blowing out the arena. For starting this war and throwing both our lives into chaos. For not faking being madly in love well enough to satisfy Snow. For getting his whole family killed. For the wedding we’re both now being forced into, for Plutarch’s stupid propo.

For all the things I never said and everything I didn’t do. For everything I didn’t understand until it was far too late.

Instead of reiterating any of this back to him though, I simply murmur, “I’m sorry for everything.”

I feel his arms tighten around me and his heartbeat speed up a little. He doesn’t reply right away and after a couple minutes pass, I just assume he’s not planning to. But then, in the quiet buzz of the night, as the generator lights flicker for a split second, he murmurs, “Katniss, listen to me.”

I lean away from his embrace, trying to catch a better look at his face. “What?”

“I know neither of us are having a great time right now.” He can’t even finish that sentence with a totally straight face. The panic attacks, hospital stays, gruesome nightmares, the constant filming of rebel propaganda and arguments with the district leaders themselves, all likely flashing before his eyes. “But I want you to know that I am happy about the wedding.”

I give him a puzzled look, not believing my ears. “You are?” I thought we were both dreading our wedding, the same way you dread getting a perfectly good tooth pulled.

He chuckles at my expression. “I’m happy that I’m marrying you,” he continues, the corners of his mouth lifting up. “I’m not excited about anything else but… I do feel really lucky that you’re going to be my wife.” He punctuates the sentence with a real smile now. A happy smile, with the slightest hint of shyness. Visible to maybe only me.

And I don’t have the words to respond. Peeta’s gift isn’t just the way he can paint pictures in people’s minds with the stories he tells. It’s the way he can reduce me to a dumbfounded seventeen-year-old with just a couple sentences.

He really deserves a wife who can tell him how she feels, who doesn’t do a pendulum swing nearly every other week. Who doesn’t tell him she needs him the night before she thinks she’s bound to die, and then refuse to speak about the instance for over a month in a foreign district.

But instead he’s stuck with me. Me and my nonsensical statements, that come pouring out of my mouth before I can stop myself.

“I promise I’ll keep you safe,” I vow, because that’s the one thing I know deep in my veins that I can guarantee. The one thing I can swear by for the rest of our lives, whether spent here in Thirteen, in a free country or in Snow’s personal torture chamber. I can promise to defend him with everything there is inside me. “I’ll always protect you,” I say, my eyes boring deeply into his now.

“I feel safer already,” he says and then forces a smile that doesn’t touch his eyes. He’s still trying to make me feel better. “I’m going to be the safest husband in all of Panem.”

“Shut up,” I retort, rolling my eyes but he got to me. And I’m smiling once again.

I’m smiling way too much for someone hiding in an underground bunker during an air raid. For someone who has the biggest target in the country on her back. And for someone who’s marrying the second biggest target in almost no time at all.

Peeta catches me by surprise once again. His leans in, closing the minuscule space between our faces and presses his lips to mine in a quick kiss. I catch myself even more by surprise though, my mouth instinctively returning his kiss. And I don’t regret it either, I realize.

“Go to sleep, Katniss,” he instructs, pulling me closer into the circle of his arms again as our lips part. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

I let out a sigh, breathing in a scent so familiar to me, in a place that still feels so completely foreign.

I do find myself dozing off relatively quick, as with my eyes shut nothing feels any different from falling asleep at night, curled up in Peeta’s bed.

His fingertips even run up and down my spine, repeating same motion I was doing to his side minutes ago. And it does the trick. Slowly and gently, he lulls me to sleep.

“Peeta,” I whisper as my dreams — more like low-grade nightmares — begin to pull me under.

“Don’t worry. If anything big happens, I’ll wake you up,” he promises, his cheek pressing against my hair.

But that’s not the only thing I wanted to ask. “And you’ll stay?” I ask, not wanting to wake up here, on this cold stiff mattress, without him by my side. “You’ll stay with me?”

I barely hear the word as sleep overpowers all else. But I catch it at the very last moment.

“Always.”

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Donnie Darko x goth!reader 🙏🙏🙏

GOTH!READER X DONNIE DARKO

WARNINGS; basically none! Slight swearing and bullying but that's it.

WORDCOUNT: 1.5k

A/N: Gender neutral prns used in this for readers! I'm assuming by goth you mean trad goth (which fits the time era honestly) or maybe romantic goth (my style hehe lol) so I'll keep that as a reference. Theres also a pov switch half way through. Hope it isn't too jarring!

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Donnie had never had a particular taste in people, really, he’d be surprised and feel lucky enough to have someone even glance over at him in a slightly romantic regard. Sure he had his ex-girlfriend Gretchen show interest in him but that didn't really assure him of how attractive he was, he could barely comprehend how others perceive him other than the obvious being that he's a little out of it. He liked all sorts of different styles of people, who was he to judge? It's not like he was particularly fashionable outside of the average late 80s young mens fashion.

This statement wouldn't last long though, as he placed his backpack on the back of his chair and sat down he saw an unfamiliar person sitting at the front of his class alone from the others. The teacher smacked the chalkboard with her ruler to gain the class's attention, “Attention class! Good morning everyone” she announced. “Today we have a student transferring from the other class to join ours” students began to whisper to each other, “Dear, why don't you come up here and introduce yourself?” she clearly had good intentions with asking this. But this is like.. The number one way to make a kid embarrassed, Donnie pondered to himself.

The transfer stood up in front of the board “um.. hey.. my name y/n l/n, i've moved from the class next door” -- “no wonder you had to move '' one of the kids called out jokingly, y/n sighed in an annoyed tone. Donnie stared at you, you were well.. Clearly alternative, goth? You were dressed in the normal school uniform but your hair, makeup, piercings made it obvious you weren't like the basic kid. He felt his insides twist a little, you were beautiful. You looked so mysterious and otherworldly compared to the other students and he was enamoured by your appearance.

Apparently some of the less emotionally intelligent people in our class didn't see that though, not even ten minutes after finishing your introduction and sitting back down you had some kids throw paper balls at you from across the classroom. And as the average lame ass teacher does she ignored your clear bullying situation. Donnie wanted to say something, but bit his tongue. Glancing at you pitfully only to be met with a glare in return, ‘oh god, did i make them feel even worse?’ He worried to himself. ‘Of course I did. God, I'm bad at being chill.‘

A few hours after school, as the dark began to dawn upon the sky donnie found himself lying on his bed daydreaming of you, what type of music could you be into? Surely Dark wave or post punk right? Did you dress even more extreme outside of school? Were you secretly kind and sweet underneath your intimidating appearance? Were your lips as soft as they seemed? Donnie snapped out of it, what was he thinking… he felt kind of creepy daydreaming about someone he's never even spoken to before. Ever since he had gotten home he'd been more zombie-like than usual, his parents even asked him at the dinner table if he had been taking his meds and he scoffed, for once that wasn't the issue. The issue was he had fallen in love at first sight.

Morning came around, Donnie walked with his doofhead friends aside his sister and her little group. “Donnieee” Samantha groaned “we’re all gonna be late for the bus we took too long!” Donnie and his friends shrugged and Samantha retorted “well my friends and i aren't gonna miss the bus. Have fun slow pokes” she said as she signalled her friends to start running up to the bus stop.

Samantha for once in her miniature life span was right, Donnie and his friends did in fact take too long. Now they had to walk all the way to school and be late. This wasn't all bad though, as the one and only y/n pushed between them to get through clearly having also missed the bus as well. He could hear your music practically blasting through your walkman, funny. Wasn't that a metalhead thing to do? Donnies friends began to snicker to themselves “what a loser” they whispered in reference to you. Donnie gave them an annoyed glare, before speeding up to walk next to you and speak.

“Uh.. hey uh-” he began, you looked at him in confusion, taking your headphones off.

“What?” you said bluntly, internally you were nervous, you'd already gotten the shit bullied out of you yesterday. You don't need another total dweeb ruining your day before you even manage to get in the school gates. “I'm uh.. Donnie Darko, I figured I'd say hi since we’re in the same class now right?” he smiled awkwardly and attempted to shake your hand. You gave him a wonky smile back, “oh uh.. hey nice to meet you Donnie.” The handshake failed miserably, you tried to shake his hand but took too long to process the action.

What the fuck am i doing? Donnie thought to himself, he was incredibly nervous. The two of you had been walking in essentially complete silence for 5 minutes now, Donnie felt like an idiot for assuming someone as cool as you would be interested in talking to him, he gave you a slight glance and you returned it back

Sighing, you figured that indulging in a little conversation wouldn't kill you. Besides, if he came up to you in the first place and has stuck around walking with you for this long without saying anything outlandish surely he wasn't all bad.

“Sooo.. Darko huh? Kind of a cool last name isn't it?” you initiated. “You think it's cool? I swear people just make fun of me or think it's weird” he looked at you with giddiness in his eyes and smiled, ‘oh. He's cute.’ you thought to yourself. “So is there a particular reason you've decided to be nice to me Donnie?” he shrugged nervously “Oh well- i mean i don't know, i'm not exactly popular myself so i guess i understand how it feels to be judged” you thinly smiled in response before you began to hear high pitched exaggerating moaning noises from behind you, Donnie’s friends were acting up. “Ugh fuck im sorry about them.” Donnie groaned, “it's chill, i've dealt with worse” you shrugged, before continuing “ever jigged school before Donnie?” he raised his brow at you “sure have y/n.” you giggled “let's ditch these losers i know a spot.”

You lead him down an old path through the forest before sitting at what looked like some sort of strange concrete circle on the ground. “Jesus y/n how’d you even manage to find this place?” he voiced in shock “Someone who looks like me has their ways,” you smirked. “Y'know y/n i may end up regretting this, i actually have some major sleepwalking issues. I'd hate to wake up down here at 6am” he chuckled softly before sitting on the ground with you. “Sleepwalking? At this age too? Why's that?” Donnie smiled looking down to the ground “oh well uh.. We all got our own problems right?” “amen to that donnie.” you started to soften up, he seemed genuine.

“Hey, sorry about glaring at you the other day. And being kind of rude when you tried to speak to me earlier” his eyes stared into yours “it's fine y/n, and understandable.. You have all sorts of people targeting you at the moment id be no different at first sight” he continued “i mean, with the way you look and all. You don't seem to care to live up to others expectations of what you should be, you're more free than m-majority of the people in our school will e-ever be. I'm uh envious really.” he started off saying this quite assertively, but his words tangled in soft stutters at the end as the intensity of your gaze made him recoil into himself. “Wow Donnie, I didn't expect that many words to come out of your mouth.. Let alone be so true..” “It feels good to have someone who gets it for once.” you warmly smiled.

“Do you listen to music, Donnie?” you inquired “you mean do i listen to your type of music?” he snickered, you rolled your eyes in response “duh.” He thought about it for a second “well yeah i guess technically, nothing super niche but i like new wave.” you nodded your head “we should uh.. Y'know hangout sometime and listen together, i could introduce you to some stuff " Donnie perked up "in a going together type of way?” you gave him a confused look. “Ah sorry i meant to say going out ugh” he looked flustered and you giggled, before standing up and proceeding to pull him with you. You embraced him, gazing into his eyes beginning to lean in closer to his face.

Hehe cliff hanger. Maybe you guys kissed, maybe you pushed him away and called him a weirdo! Who knows, hope you enjoyed my lovelies

partially proof read. will check for mistakes.

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Addition to the previous ask. What if Armins is confused on why Hanji has become sick in the mornings and could not come to early briefings. Historia hearing what happened to Hanji immediately knows what is wrong and tells Armin which sets up the whole, Hanji is pregnant? Who is the father?

The 104th kids finding out about Hanji being pregnant and confronts her is she's alrighr and if she needs anything. Hanji is surprised but thinks she could be pregnant based on her symptons. When asked how she could be so calm about this, she tells them that's just normal for married people.

Hence, another confused shouts of her being married. Hanji trying to calm them down. Levi somewhere in the city trying to buy tea leaves when he feels a chill down his spine.

It is only morning but the weather is warm already and the outside world seems so blissfully sunny that it is almost criminal, at least in Armin's opinion, to have him spend it inside his small and stuffy office in the capital.

He'd rather spend it in their apple orchard, getting drunk on the aroma of peonies and Annie's sweet perfume. She's still by his side, so soft and pliant, snoring so adorably into his chest. Armin smiles, as he pushes one blonde lock away from her face. He allows himself nothing more - his usually serene Annie can become a beast, if her sleep is disturbed, and gets off their bed.

Immediately, she snuggles into the pillow that still holds his warmth, and once again Armin laments that he has to leave. Definitely a crime, he decides when he exits the bedroom; he'd have to speak with Historia about it, maybe implement some sort of punishment. Working on such a fine day is definitely an offence worthy the worst kind of penalties.

But someone is coming to the capital, for the first time after being away for almost a year, someone hardworking and brilliant, and being absent from his dear fiance for a few hours is definitely a price Armin would pay to receive a chance to converse with Hange Zoe again.

The thrilling prospect gives him enough motivation to brush his teeth, take a shower and get dressed in his best suit - blue in color, since Annie insists that it brings out his eyes. He's in the process of brushing his hair, when she herself emerges from the bedroom: wrapped in a blanket and still blinking sleepily.

"Good luck," she mumbles, before pecking him on a cheek. "You'll do great but- wipe that creepy grin from your lips."

Armin checks himself in the wardrobe mirror - his smile is actually a bit too wide, but Hange is coming to town! He simply can't help it! For Annie, though, he tries his best to dim his expression. "Better?" he asks, placing a hat on his head.

Annie fixes it, with a critical look on her face. "A little. Keep it in mind, though. Oh, and-" she straightens his lapels - "don't forget about cinnamon rolls. You know, the ones from the bakery near Queen's residency."

Armin makes a mental note about that, Annie absolutely adores her cinnamon rolls and her face - covered in powder and with a blissful smile on her lips - is absolutely the sight he would die for.

"I'll be home by six," he promises and then kisses her on the lips - her morning breath be damned. "Say hi to Pieck if you see her."

Then he is gone, a briefcase clasped securely in his hand, excited spark lightening up in his eyes. Hange Zoe comes back to town - and Armin rushes to her, like a schoolboy runs to his favorite teacher.

---

When Armin arrives, he's almost late; at least - compared to the others. Jean, Connie and Sasha are already waiting near the entrance to Historia's quarters, leaning against the concrete wall. Jean holds a cigarette in between his fingers, puffing it slowly. Armin doesn't approve - the smell is atrocious and it looks like Jean doesn't even enjoy the process, just indulges in the vice to keep up with an appearance of a cool guy, but Armin doesn't scold him either; Jean puts out the cigarette as soon as Armin is in his vicinity, and, in the end, it's his own life and health.

"So?" Armin nods at his friends; barely contains his excitement. "Is she here?"

"Has been since early morning, or so the guards tell me," Jean says.

Sasha claps her hands together, all but jumping with happiness. "Let's hurry then! Oh, I can't wait to see Hange-san! It's been so long."

Connie seems just as thrilled. "Do you think we'll see Captain Levi as well? I mean there are no barracks for us to clean so seeing him..."

"Will be a pleasure," Armin agrees, waits for Jean to throw the cigarette butt away, then lets his friends go inside the building first. "We need to go on the second floor. Fourth door on the left."

Sasha turns to gawk at him, now walking backwards. "They let Hange-san have her own office?"

Armin shrugs good-heartedly. "She used to be a Commander of Survey Corps. And, technically, she's the one who brought Marley and Paradise to work as one. That, at the very least, warrants a separate office."

"I'm actually surprised she got out of it," Connie chuckles. "I always thought that our Hange-san will quit working only in case of death."

"She still works, I heard," Sasha scratches her chin. "Something- um, something related to the maurine fauna?"

"That, or microscopic creatures? Something that excites her anyway," Jean says, and Armin makes sure to commit that piece of information to memory - everything Hange studies is worth his attention. Then Jean adds, "by the way does someone know - Captain still lives with her?"

Connie hastens to get in front of the group on the stairs, and says, "I'm pretty sure he still does. I mean-" he rubs at the back of his neck - "someone has to look after him, right?"

"Just don't mention it in front of him, dummy," Sasha chastises, slapping Connie on a forearm. "But I've heard about it too - Captain Levi does share the house with Hange. They're like Connie and I!" she brings him in for a quick hug, despite his abundant protests. "Together till the grave!"

Jean raises a sceptic eyebrow. "And what about Niccolo?"

Sasha huffs - so indignant, as though a mere doubt hurts her to the core. "Niccolo is my heart!" she declares proudly. "And my stomach- maybe. But Connie!" she smooches his shaved head. "Oh, he's my soul!"

"Maybe," Armin tries, all too quiet in comparison to his companions. "Captain Levi is all that for Hange-san?"

The trio laughs at him - almost in unison. After a second, Armin chuckles too, joining on their fun. Captain Levi and Hange-san? Together? What could be more ludicrous?

---

They wait until Historia and Mikasa arrive on a balcony on the second floor. Sasha and Connie had just started a surprisingly competitive game of tug and chase, almost pulling Jean in it, when Mikasa shows up.

Jean immediate straightens, like a soldier on a parade, and puts on the most bored yet handsome face Armin has ever seen. He has to give him credit for that, and - maybe - also ask for some advices later. Or give some himself, because surely, if he ever tried something like that on Annie, she'd be chuckling about it even on his deathbed.

Mikasa smiles too, just briefly, and when the Queen, at last, makes her entrance, shockingly - without her baby, she leads them to the door of Hange's office, knocking on it decisively.

The muffled 'come in!' sounds instantly, and Armin has but a second to pull himself together and remember - wipe that creepy grin - before he tumbles inside, propelled forward by impatient Sasha, and finds himself in tight clutches that he quickly identifies as Hange Zoe's famous suffocating hug.

"My dears!" she all but gushes. "Come here, come here. I missed you all so, so much."

Armin did too, as he is sure did all of his friends. The island's been too quiet without Hange's shrill voice.

"If you missed them so," comes a deep and gruff voice that Armin too recognizes instantly, despite not hearing it for almost a year. "You should have come back much sooner."

"Levi," Hange huffs, stops her smothering of Connie to admonish him a tired look. "You know that my work is important."

"More important than people who care about you? Or your own health?"

This feels like an argument that's been steering for too long, and discussed almost daily. Armin nearly bursts into laughter as he looks over Sasha's head and meets Mikasa's eyes.

"Some things never change, eh?" Jean remarks dryly, and now all of them - except Captain, of course - break into giggles. But even he shows a smile - small and quick to disappear, but Armin's keen eyes pick up on it all the same.

"It's good to see you," Levi says, as he rolls his wheelchair forward and shakes everyone's hands. "Although, you all are so big I don't think I can even call you brats anymore."

"Aw, you absolutely can!" Sasha assures him with a wide smile. "By now, it's actually endearing."

Levi shares a look with Hange then, as though telling her, "Look what weirdos we raised up," and Armin is hit by a huge wave of- of something - of affection, nostalgia and gratitude that it was those two exceptional people that helped him become the man who he is today.

"How have you been?" Historia asks, dragging Jean, Sasha and Connie to take a seat at the sofa in the corner of the office. Armin and Mikasa occupy the two chairs that stand by Hange's desk.

"Oh, you know," Captain makes a vague gesture. "It's almost the same - I look after the house, make sure that this weirdo over here," he jerks his thumb at Hange, and she makes a face at him in retaliation. Armin hides a smile. "Doesn't die from something stupid and easily avoidable. Although, I do have to say that cleaning time has reduced severely, now that I only have to clean our shit."

"Just you two in the house then?" Mikasa asks, and it doesn't escape Armin - that look she shares with Sasha.

"Just the two of us," Hange replies, with a sigh - almost dreamy? Content? Armin catalogues it for later. "But now that we came back-"

"The boring ones stay with four-eyes. And everyone else is invited to have a tea with me and catch up."

"I'm not boring. I'm fascinating." Hange turns to Armin, her gaze adopting a puppy-eyed look. "Am I not right?"

"You're right, as always," he answers truthfully, and Hange absolutely beams. She sticks her tongue at Levi, and he sighs warily, but relents quickly and pats her head affectionately.

And that- that familiarity, that flawless back-and-forth, easy banter and certain knowledge of each other's boundaries - Armin knows it. He and Annie have all of it, but- but, Annie and he are together, romantically involved. They are so far away from Hange and Levi are. Maybe, it's years and years of knowing each other then, that makes their relationship appear so comfortable.

After all, they've always been the same way. It's only Armin's new perspective that now shines a different light on it all.

It's their Hange-san and Captain Levi, in the end. Them being in love? What could be more ludicrous?

---

He and Jean are the only one who stay behind with Hange, everyone else has moved to the Queen's living room, but Hange-san- doesn't seem to be insulted by it in the slightest. On the contrary, her eye shines brightly, as she shares with Armin and Jean her latest discoveries.

And it's- invigorating, she pulls them into her orbit so swiftly Armin barely notices it. She's brilliant - in every way, one of the few people who can interest him and not only keep up with him in a conversation, but actually pose a challenge to his intellect.

But it's all too soon, unfortunately, that the others come back. Armin is nearly devastated that their conversation was cut off too short. And his surprise is enormous, when he learns that they've been talking for almost two hours.

"There," Captain Levi is by Hange's side in an instant, eerily quiet despite his wheelchair. He puts a cup of tea before her, and pushes it closer insistently. "Your throat must be dry like sand, from all that talking."

And that tiny moment - Armin knows it too; Annie always brings him coffee and cookies, when he has to deal with paperwork for too long. What does it mean, he thinks, that his relationship with Annie resembles that between his ex-superiors so much?

Hange thanks Levi with a small tap on his shoulder and quiet smile, grateful but not surprised in the slightest, like that same scene between them had replayed a dozen of times before.

It had, now Armin he remembers it swiftly: the many-many nights he had spent in the office of Commander Hange and Captain Levi, who despite his own numerous duties, had always found the time to ensure that their brave leader remained sated and healthy. And even now it doesn't seem to change, even though duty doesn't bound them anymore.

This loyalty- is inspiring, if nothing more. And begs for a few questions.

Is it - just friendship and loyalty? Or is there something bigger that they up until now has been oblivious to?

"Forgive me, my dears," Hange's gentle voice cuts through his convoluting thoughts. "I would love nothing more than to stay and chat with all of you for a little longer, but there are others who, I'm sure, have missing us even more. And though I'm quite positive they are in no hurry," her smiles wobbles, ever so slightly, and Captain presses a finger to her forearm, offering his silent support. "I'm as eager as ever to talk to them."

"She'd bore Berner to the second death with her lectures," Levi snorts, and his joke, as deadpan as it is, lifts the mood in the room once again.

"You have my full permission," Hange huffs lightheadedly, "to request the kids' help and drag me back home."

"Don't think I won't do it, four-eyes," Captain warns, and Hange laughs, as she stands up.

And Armin notices instantly - something's not right. Or, more precisely, something is not the way it used to be. Before Hange stood with her back straight, and only in moments of deep concentration or awful exhaustion could she allow herself to relax her posture and put a hand on her hip.

Now, though, she stands with a hand on her side, prepping up her back, and her stance- is not exhausted, not exactly, but it's not utterly relaxed either. Hange carries herself strangely, as though her own body has grown unfamiliar to her.

As though she is dragged down by a weight that wasn't there before.

Armin knows, he's not seeing things, everyone noticed it too and now all of them wear the almost identical lost expressions. Silence over the rooms, drags on forward, wedges on a side of being uncomfortable, almost tense, but-

The day is saved flawlessly, by their amazing Queen.

"Don't forget to come over for tea," Historia says, and Armin blinks, shifting his intense (creepy, Annie's voice chides in his head) gaze from Hange's stomach. "The little one can't eager to meet you."

"Oh, we won't be strangers, don't worry," Hange puts on her hat, then helps Levi with his. Armin watches it keenly, something akin to revelation brewing inside him. "Armin, Jean and I yet have much to discuss, and I'm sure-" she giggles, patting Levi's shoulder. "Our shorty will undoubtedly find some errand for the others to run with him."

"We'll be honoured," Jean slightly bowes, and Hange smiles at him one last time, before helping Levi with making their exit.

A bit of silence follows, before Connie asks, as unsure as Armin himself feels, "So Hange-san... she's eating well?"

"Connie!" Sasha shrieks and slaps him on the arm. "You can't say things like that!"

"But he's right," Mikasa says quietly. "Hange-san does seem..." she falters, not quite finding the suited word.

"A bit chubbier?" Jean comes to the rescue, wincing as he does so. "Plumpier?"

"She must be eating something real tasty..." Sasha whispers, her eyes lightening up almost fervently.

And he's the one with a creepy smile, Armin shakes his head. At imaginary Annie in his head and at his friends too. They're wrong, Armin thinks, Hange got more round, that's true. But that's not the core of the problem, that's not what has changed. Then what exactly has changed?

"You dimwits," Historia chides softly. Her eyes twinkle brightly, like she knows something they don't. Perhaps, she truly does. Armin waits with a baited breath. "Hange-san isn't fat. She is pregnant."

Again, the silence follows. But this one is broken by Connie's loud yell.

"What!"

And accompanied by Jean's disbelieving. "Hange-san? It can't be!"

"No, no," Sasha shakes her head. "Historia might just be right. I remember when mom was pregnant with my little bro. She looked a lot like Hange-san does now, at least, in the beginning. Oh no," she draws a hand across her face, takes a deep breath, "she really is pregnant. We are going to have a little brother."

"Or a sister," Jean objects.

"Or maybe both!" Connie finishes merrily.

They all share a smile that diminish, when Mikasa, innocently sipping on her tea, asks, "Who do you think is the father?"

Jean chokes on his own tea, and Armin too is shocked to the core by that seemingly logical question. Of course, if Hange-san is pregnant, then someone else must be involved in the process. It is perfectly logical, natural. But somehow just thinking about it gives Armin a whiplash.

"So..." Connie drums his fingers against the table. "Drinks at our place?"

They all nod eagerly.

---

Opinions were passed around the table, along with the alcohol.

"Maybe, it's Onyankopon?" Historia offers, thanking Connie for pouring her a glass of sweet wine. "They used to be pretty close..."

"Wouldn't he come with her to the island then?" Jean reasons. "Onyankopon seems like a good man, and a good man would never do that. If I ever got someone pregnant," he declares, and even tipsy, Armin doesn't miss the look of longing Jean sends Mikasa's way. "I wouldn't abandon them even for a second."

He makes sense, ruining Historia's theory, and they all drink to that, each staring into their glass.

"Then..." Sasha tries. "Hange-san met someone during her travels?"

"Why didn't she introduced them to us?" Mikasa questions. "Besides," she softly chuckles, playing with a rim of her glass. "I think Captain would have had that someone else's head, if they treated Hange-san so negligently."

Armin takes another sip of wine as he mulls over it. Would their Captain, who is famous for looking after oftentimes careless scientist, really let someone get so close to her? Armin tries to imagine it, along with a scene of Captain giving that someone the good old 'if you ever hurt her' speech. He is not a proud man, and he admits readily that if he were that someone, he'd probably shit his pants. As Captain would have called it.

But if it's not someone new...

"I've got it!" Connie yells out suddenly, slamming a palm on the table and startling everyone around it. "It's Flegel!"

"Flegel?" everyone mouths the name in confusion, and only Historia seems to know the man behind that name. She makes a face at the mere mention, a quiet whine slipping from her lips.

They all - almost simultaneously - turn to look at her.

"He's a son of that bastard Reeves," she says, and both her and Armin take a gulp of wine, washing down unwanted memories. "He's a nicer man than his father, though. And I know he's very fond of Hange-san, but ugh..." she shakes her head. "He's such a bother! Comes to my office almost daily, requesting permission for this and that."

"He's- fond of Hange-san?" Sasha asks, the rest of Historia's words flying right through her. "He is the father then! Hange-san must come to the island to reunite with him."

Armin has a dozen - or even more - arguments against this particular claim, but all of them are just on the verge of being past tipsy, so when Connie proposes to go and talk with that Flegel, no one finds the words to protest.

---

The evening already rolls around, the setting sun throwing red beams on the walls, when they finally reach Flegel's home in the capital. It is not just a house, though, Armin notes. It looks more like a mansion, and that observation- gives him a pause.

He can imagine a child playing in that pretty garden they pass through on their way to the front door quite clearly, he can even see Hange-san, elbow deep in the soil, getting out only to write down some notes. But he cannot, for the love of him, picture Hange-san and her baby - almost identical ball of energy - existing in this giant house that is as grand as it is soulless.

The little cabin he knows Hange shares with Captain Levi seems so much like her. Does she really love that Flegel then?

The light in the house is on, when their group approaches, and Sasha quickly glances over at Connie, before she knocks on a door.

The man opens it after a moment, smiling expectantly. A butler, Armin guesses, although this one is dressed far more casually than the one that works for Historia.

"How can I help you?" the man asks. His eyes scan their group, until finally- they find its target. His smile grows tenfold, as he cries out, "Your Majesty! It is such an honor!"

He opens the door wider, letting them pass, and frets over Historia's outwear and her drink of choice, before he darts away, calling out Flegel's name.

They all hold their breathes, waiting for Flegel to emerge and hoping - that he'd do so with Hange by his side.

When Flegel comes out to greet them, he really isn't alone. A hand is wrapped around his waist, but it's not Hange's, it's- the butler's that actually isn't a butler.

Some sigh, some shake their heads, disappointed, Connie actually curses out loud, and Flegel watches them with growing confusion, stuttering out a quiet, "M-my Queen?"

"Forgive us for interrupting your evening," Historia recovers swiftly and smiles, the literal picture of grace. "But I've been just telling my friends about your wonderful wine..."

"Not another word!" Flegel raises a finger. "I don't have much at my place, but the best bottle yet is in my cellar, I'll have it brought to you in just a moment."

He turns to his servant, barking orders, and im meanwhile Historia shrugs and looks at her friends.

"At least, we got more wine," she mouths.

It is a disappointingly small conciliation, but- good wine is hard to come by. Hopefully, it'll be just sweet enough to wash away the bitter taste of their disappointment.

---

The bottle of Flegel Reeves' best wine expends fairly quickly, on a bench near the oak tree. Connie is just finishing the last drop, when he starts swinging the bottle around, and yells out, "That Flegel! Old bastard! Jean, me and you," he pulls Jean in by his shoulder, and hard as he tries to resist his friend, Jean simply is not strong enough to do so. "We should have beaten him up, for our Hange-san! How dares he-"

"Connie, Connie," Sasha shushes him, and carefully takes the bottle away, passing it onto Mikasa. "You realize that Flegel isn't the father? He isn't cheating on Hange-san."

"Oh..." Connie's eyes round up. All his anger melts instantly. He tilts his head, looking up at Sasha. "He's not?"

"No, you blabbering idiot," Jean smacks him on the head, now finally having strength to pull away. "We're back to square one, with no clue who is the father."

"Maybe, we can just ask?" Mikasa says simply. Everyone gawks at her - despite the simplicity of her solution. To add to their flabbergasted state, she adds, "Actually, I'm pretty sure that Hange-san will tell us everything herself."

Mikasa is a genius, Armin decides, and all of them are bunch of idiots. What mystery are they even trying to solve, if in due time, it all will come out anyway?

"You are our guiding light," he whispers to her, presses a kiss to her hand, and, while Mikasa is blushing prettily, Jean is getting lost in watching it, and Historia is bickering with Sasha and Connie, he leaves their ranks, to head to the bakery that is just a street away.

He might come home late, terribly drunk and embarrassing, but at least, he'll come home with the cinnamon rolls his fiance had asked him for.

He tries to be swift as possible about it, not wanting to leave his friends alone for too long, but by the time he comes back, he finds them all back on their feet, moving away from that bench they were sitting with clear intent in their stride.

Hugging the package from bakery to his chest tightly, Armin catches up with them, and at his question that comes out, accompanied by a heavy pant, Connie answers, "Historia got us a hefty discount. We're going to the best restaurant in whole Sina!"

"Hey!" Sasha kicks him, and Connie quickly corrects himself, "Best restaurant in whole Sina, after Niccolo's, of course."

Armin hums, and follows after them contently. Of course, he'd be just - if not more - content to go home to his Annie, but it's so rare when all of them gather together like this, and even rarer when the cause for it is something so lighthearted.

The restaurant is packed, naturally, but after just one smile from Historia, the stuff find them a table and swear to bring their orders in almost no time.

Armin twiddles his thumbs, half-heartedly participating in a conversation with Jean and Historia, and looks around the room. The guests here are dressed so much better than him that he almost feels embarressed. One couple, however, stands out of the crowd, their fashion actually very similar to Armin. He squints his eyes, trying to get a better a look at them, when-

"Guys!" Connie outpaces him, attracting everyone's attention. He motions them to get closer, his voice hushed and excited, as he says, "It's them! It's Hange-san and Captain Levi! They're here!"

Instantly, all of them turn their heads in that direction, and become witnesses to Hange feeding Levi her soup. The mere act of their stoic Captain having someone to spoon-feed him is startling enough, but then, as if previous deed wasn't enough, a small drip of soup trickles down his face, and Hange-san, with no hesitation at all, licks it away and then presses a kiss to the same place.

Their table is engulfed in silence, as they stare at the scene, eyes getting rounder and rounder, because Levi - their Captain Levi, who made them clean toilets if he noticed a single speck of dirt on the floor - doesn't slap Hange's hands away, doesn't hiss and curse, barely chastices her. And then they carry on, with whatever conversation they were having. As if nothing have happened.

"My god..." Sasha mumbles, barely above a whisper. "So Captain and Hange-san- are they together? He is the father?"

"Looks like we're getting an actual sibling," Connie jokes, but no one laughs, too shocked to do so.

Armin is bewildered himself. It makes sense, he supposes, they live together, after all, they've been by each other's side even before he got to know them, but somehow this simple truth... appears too fantastical to be true.

Hange-san and Captain Levi, they were together for so long that the fact that they are, in fact, together sends them all in turmoil. But it's quite logical, on the other hand. They were just too blind to see.

"Should we let them know that we know?" Historia asks, leaning over the table. "Congratulate them or something?"

"No need," they all jump in their seats, when that voice appears. How can he remain so quiet, even on a wheelchair will be forever a mystery to Armin. "You brats are just as loud as you always were."

"But they've grown more observed," Hange says, and when Jean notices that she too has approached, he scooches over to let her sit down. She does, with a heavy sigh. "We were going to tell you tomorrow," she says, her hand quickly, seemingly without her even realizing it, wrapping around Levi's. Another hand falls on her stomach. "But I'm glad you've figured it out yourselves."

"Saves us the trouble," Levi grumbles.

"And makes me proud for raising you that way," Hange adds, smiling softly.

"So..." Historia begins cautiously, but practically brimming with excitement. "When is the wedding?"

"The wedding?" Hange and Levi share a look. Both seem utterly confused at the question. "We don't need it."

"But it's the wedding!" Sasha urges on, even though the rest hang their hands in disappoinment. "Surely you need it - to celebrate you, get rings and..."

"Oi," Levi raises a hand, halting her. "We said we don't need it."

"What's the point in a second wedding anyway?" Hange laughs, and everyone's jaws touch the ground.

"What!" Sasha all but shrieks. "What do you mean a second wedding? Was there a first one?"

"Naturally," Hange nods. "A long time ago, of course..." she tugs on Levi's hand. "When we had done it?"

"Just after Maria fell."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot," she shakes her head, minutively tilting it to give Levi a wistful smile. "Too much tragedies for our lives, I'm afraid."

While two adults bask in their affection, Armin drags his gaze away from the scene and stares at his friends in confusion. Captain Levi and Hange-san are married, have been way before they even joined Survey Corps? How is that possible? How did they not notice, not a single sign of it?

"And you've said they're sharp," Levi tuts, noticing their long faces. "We'd be shitty soldiers," he explains to them, "if we shouted about our feelings."

"And it became even more complicated when I was outranking Levi... Reputation and all that, kids," Hange chuckles. "Really important, even in the army."

"So you two..." Armin stummers, in disbelief. "All this time?"

"I'm surprised you haven't figured it all out." Hange says. "We weren't exactly subtle."

But all of them were too blind to see. Now that he knows the whole truth, though, certain moments take different shapes.

"Well, it's been fun," Levi announces, as he pulls on Hange's hand. "But as all of you now know, someone needs to rest a lot."

"Yeah, we'll be going," Hange agrees, standing up to wrap her hands around the handles of Levi's wheelchair. Jean jumps up to offer his help, but instantly, Hange waves him off. "Go and have fun, my dear, I'll take him home just fine. I mean-" she laughs, and the sound is so merry that everyone joins in. "What kind of a person can't take her husband home? Have a good evening. And," she fixes Armin with a look, "Hangover or not, I expect you in my office next morning."

"Yes!" Armin cries out, forgetting himself for a moment and almost giving Hange a salute. But then he remembers something else, a moment from a long time ago, and gathers the courage to ask aboit it, before Hange exits the room. "Oh, and by the way, Hange-san? Remember that time when a table broke in your office. Was that-"

"Oh yeah!" she throws her head back, laughter carrying all over the restaurant. "Levi fucked me real good then."

They leave without saying another word, but Armin and his friends stay, digesting the information. They first stare dumbly at the table, then look up to look each other in the eyes.

It is Jean who breaks the tense silence.

"Another bottle?"

"Oh god, yes," comes an instant reply.

#levihan

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Couples questions for the throuple! 2, 23, 25?

Thanks for sending Dujour! It got... long. ❤️❤️

1 -What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re…hot…” (I know you asked for 2, but so did Cassy! So I decided to do it this way...)

Kadira for…

Lann; he might not have seen her as the most beautiful person in the world at first sight, but she was striking. It was her weight more so than her infernal appearance. Being overweight is a luxury to mongrels and while not a particular turn on, it wasn’t a turn off. She was dirty, she was covered with blood, there wasn’t anything exceptional about her in that time or horror and stress. Besides, he had to deal with Wenduag’s revelation of working for demons and being a cannibal.

The first time it struck Lann that Kadira was ‘hot’ was how well she cleaned up after the siege, her long hair cleaned and curled, and the dress she wore showed off her legs and the sway of her hips. He found himself staring too hard when she was announced as Knight Commander and merely dismissed it as admiration.

Daeran: He found the wounded tiefling gorgeous the moment he saw her, wounds and all. However, Daeran saw so many gorgeous men and women, Kadira’s beauty passed him by until Blackwing Library where her pranks of the cultists saved the lives of the Storyteller and Crusaders.

He realized how blue her eyes were, framed with dark and lush lashes. That gaze of mirth and joy haunted his fantasies and fueled his intrigue for her.

Daeran for…

Lann: who claimed he was absolutely straight, could see that Daeran was a good looking man. Beautiful. Beautiful was a term he could use. Logically, he could say it was merely due to not being on the surface for a decade and a half.

The thought didn’t bother him again until after the March for Drezen began, when he saw Daeran struggling with his shirt without a servant to dress him. Lann didn’t stop to help, but he stopped to make quips… and to notice the curve of Daeran’s rib cage to a lean waist and flared backside.

Kadira: She recognized three things about Daeran Arendae: he was unspeakably rude in his perception, he was condescending to everyone, and he was beautiful. It took her a long time to find him ‘hot’ due to her demisexuality and he did very little in wanting her to get to know him until Liotr Hawkblade needed her to go to Daeran’s party.

Kadee grew to like Daeran, even if she was confused by his courting compared to how they interacted on the march, but she never saw him sexy until the Not Date. When his voice was soft and mellow, when his golden hair was wild and wavy, when he smiled with sincerity and the olive gold of his skin looked so pretty in the lamp lights.

Lann for…

Daeran: The moment the mongrel marched in was the near exact moment Daeran decided he was hot. Conventionally handsome on one size and fantastic bone structure on the other, a muscular body that silly pauldun and bolero combo couldn’t hide, and an intense hazel and gold gaze. Sure, he’d mock Lann’s appearance, but it was sour grapes until the grapes suddenly became sweet.

Kadira: liked Lann rather quickly and felt a kinship early on due to being socially on the bottom of the totem pole. She did get puzzled while he bemoaned about his appearance, finding nothing wrong about him, he was handsome on both sides. She liked him and it was apparent in her manners, though it didn’t click how attractive he was until … well. When she was on her knees during their duel and looking up at him, much to her deep embarrassment.

23 - How comfortable are they talking about, and openly communicating during, sex?

Daeran’s very good at talking about sex and communicating what he wants during sex. The trick is he doesn’t always check in what his partner wants, and this is simply due to selfishness. If someone voices what they want, he’ll listen and perform what they want, but rarely ask what they want beyond consent. Kadira becomes the exception because she shows him a vulnerability in admitting she’s a virgin before they have sex together. Lann has to figure out the hard way of communicating with Daeran, and it doesn’t help Lann doesn’t really know how to express his desires and wants.

Mongrels have pretty meager sex education beyond the basics, which has little to do with purity culture and more to do with ‘mind your business’. Lann doesn’t have the language at all and his interactions with Wenduag leave him with a lot of self doubt. He’s very giving as a lover and while he might feel a little foolish about being taught during the act itself, both his partners (eventually even Daeran) will tell him that learning about what a partner likes can’t be done by any other way effectively.

Kadira knows the language of sexual communication but is also terrified of asking for what she wants because she feels she doesn’t deserve nice things. However, she asks her partners all the time for what they want, and is comfortable listening to them talk about sex and when asked, she’s quick to respond with what she wants.

25- They accidentally hurt or upset their partner. What happened? How do they respond? What do they do to make their partner feel better?

Daeran is so used to hurting people in a calculated way, doing it by mistake surprises him. Very likely he said something that either of his partners were sensitive about and he’ll go to his Emotional Support Ex (Ramien) on what to do. Very likely, the Emotional Support Ex suggests he go and apologize and be mindful in the future. Daeran does that, and focuses on topics that he knows Lann or Kadira will like, even if said topics are (shudder) boring.

Lann has hurt people by accident, and he’s done it often, and most times he doesn’t care. He’s honest and he will tell it like he sees it. However, seeing Kadira crumple up before she attempts to be stoic makes his heart break and seeing Daeran’s expression tighten makes his stomach knot. Lann goes to his acts of service routine to try and make up for hurting hem, usually hunting for a game they like or giving them a massage.

Kadira is very cautious in trying not to hurt people. Hurting anyone by mistake is something she agonizes about. She’s quick to apologize, quick to give words of comfort and love, and quick to leave gifts or acts of service as well. Anything to prove she didn’t mean to hurt them.

#answered ask #dujour13 #ot3 au: golden shell

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