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Capital FM Interview

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry talks about his new music and opened up about some of his other massive projects for 2022; movies My Policeman and Don’t Worry Darling…and of course YN.

"Please welcome to the show Harry Styles" Roman announced, after explaining he was wearing a dressing gown on the show today because Harry wore a purple one during his last interview on Capital FM.

Harry and YN have just flown into America for Harry to prepare for his Coachella shows later in the week, so Harry was doing the interview over a Zoom call.

"Duh duh duh duh...duh duh duh...duh duh duh duh..duh duh duh" Harry begins to chant, waving his arms in the air, through the screen, wearing a white t-shirt and his earphones dangling from his ears. The presenters joined in with his chant.

"Mate It's been ages how are you?" Roman asks.

Harry gives the biggest grin "I'm very well thanks..yeah..I'm very well..I-its uh..thank you very much for the dressing gown reference"

"No it's okay..well..well..I mean I was upset that you didn't turn up in a dressing gown on my screen but I'm sure everyone in the world would be upset if you didn't turn up in a dressing gown-"

Harry interrupted Roman "I can run and get one"

"Just do it" Roman encouraged, but Chris the other radio presenter explained they haven't got enough time, so Harry pulls his t-shirt over his head slightly to pretend he was wearing one, causing the presenters to laugh.

Roman continued the interview "You're back..you got your brand new song As It Was..so many people absolutely love it..we love it in here..the video is super cool as well-"

"Thank you so much" Harry politely said, as he played with a piece of his hair.

"There is obviously...the best thing about this is that people have waited so long to hear your voice once again...on a brand new song but it's not your voice that we hear first..isn't that right?" Roman questioned, still wearing his dressing gown and headphones placed over his hood.

"It is yeah...it's the voice of YN's little sister-" Harry began to explain before Roman and Sian is heard 'awwing' at his confession.

"Her and YN's little brother used to try and call us before bedtime every night so..uh..one time I don't know..YN's phone didn't ring or something..so they phoned mine but I missed it and she sent me that and I kind of dug it out at some point while we were in the studio..and put it in front of the song for some reason and I kind of just fell in love with it so..it stuck" Harry explained how Doris and Ernest would phone their oldest sister and Harry each night to say goodnight to them.

"It is really nice but I do think that..that does mean she's officially a recording artist now-" Roman spoke.

"True" Sian agreed, interrupting her colleague "She get's a percentage"

"Yeh..she's a recording artist..you've got to share a grammy with her" Roman continued to explain his opinion.

Scratching the back of his head, Harry joked "Oh yeah..she was asking..she was asking for a big fee" causing Roman and Sian to roar with laughter at his sarcastic comment.

"What did Louis think..you know was he annoyed that you'd thought of the idea first of using his sister's voice in a song?" Chris continued to ask questions.

Harry thought before answering "Uh..no I don't think so..I think he was proud to be 'onest"

"We are loving this..it's the lead single from your upcoming album Harry's House..the artwork is you in like an upside-down room..all the furniture's glued to the ceiling..now I don't imagine this is exactly how your house looks but do you have anything weird and wonderful in your house like that-"

"I'd say at the moment it's kind of just..uh..piles of things which we're kind of sorting through-"

"What have you just moved?" Sian asked the singer.

"No we haven't-" Harry smiled shyly.

"You've just got piles of things" Chris laughed along with Harry.

"I'm trying to kind of empty out a little bit and kind of clear..uh..the space that I'm living in a little bit..get a little bit clearer" Harry explained.

"Are you a messy person then..is this the problem?" Sian questioned.

"I don't think I am..but YN would probably disagree" Harry laughed "That's why there are so many piles of things..because she'll be like c'mon let's have a clear out and then literally pile my stuff up..and uh..I don't always get the chance to sort through it..so yes and no"

"Oh she's one of them..a big clean and clear out" Sian commented.

Chris began to ask Harry about his home, location and accent "Speaking of..uh..homes..you're not actually at home at the moment you're in..you're in America..um..but we've seen some pretty wild accents from the 1D boys recently and specifically from um..Mr Liam Payne on the Oscars red carpet..um now I've got to ask you have you sort of started to get like a transatlantic accent from America at all?"

"Well I don't think in the time that I just got here 'cause we only got in yesterday for uh Coachella rehearsals..so uh..in the space I've been here this trip I think I've survived..I think it's a little bit all over the place" Harry began to explain his accent "I'm from up North and I've lived in London for ten years and I've spent a lot of time in America and stuff so..I think uh..I think when I'm with Americans they don't think I sound American at all and then I think sometimes when I'm with English people they expect me to sound American..I don't think I do but maybe I you know pick up some..a couple of bits along the way but I-" Harry let out a chuckle before continuing 'I have to translate for people sometimes..because they don't have a clue what YN is saying and it's so funny" Harry continued to laugh.

"Yeah she definitely hasn't lost her accent has she?" Roman joined in on the joke.

"No and I think it's more noticeable when we're in America" Harry continued to explain his girlfriends accent.

"You've been working so hard recently yeah...and we said you know-" Roman began before Harry interrupted.

"Thank you Roman"

"No I appreciate it mate I do appreciate it...um but look it's been a while since we last spoke to you and...the movie thing we've got to talk about that because I don't know whether to call you an artist..I don't know whether to call you an actor..what would you call yourself?..Are you an artist first or are you an actor?" Roman questioned Harry.

"I mean I think I'm a musician first" Harry explained before adding how lucky he felt to be able to do the jobs he loves and how grateful he is to be able to explore acting. Harry then went on to say how he was able to step out of his comfort zone with acting.

Roman continued with his questioning "Yeah and talking about comfort zones as well because I need you to..uh..sort something for me right because obviously I'm gonna go see both you're films that you've been doing recently..so you've got Don't Worry Darling and..uh..My Policeman..my question Harry what is the film that I can safely watch with my parents...because I've heard that it is getting racy"

"I don't know if you can watch either with your parents" Harry confessed, making the three presenters gasp with a 'what'. Harry made a joke saying he's going to have to do another film that Roman would be able to watch his mother. "Do you want to know something funny...well It's not funny for me but you'll find it funny"

"Of course mate" Roman eagerly nodded.

"YN said to me the other day" Harry let out a little chuckle before continuing "Shall we host..like uh..um..movie night with our families to watch the two films" Harry along with the presenters roared with laughter at YN's idea "I was like no..no let's not do that"

Sian still laughing spoke "That's absolutely brilliant"

"Hey maybe me and Shirley could join..it won't be so awkward for me then" Roman joked before thanking Harry for joining them all today.

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Antonio- Children’s Questions

"Miss YLN when will you leave?" Asks one of my pupils Ebony

"Not until we have summer break. You'll be moving teachers then anyway" I tell my class who are very intrigued with me being pregnant now that my bump has popped

"Will you come back?" Asks another one of my pupils Jackson

"Yes, not straight away but I will come back to teach" the bell then rings signalling lunch time "ok after lunch we have a guest coming in to talk to us to help with our topic, people who help us. Now off you all go" just as all the children run out I see Antonio walking into my classroom "your a bit early" I ask moving over to him

"Thought I would surprise you with lunch"

"Thank you" I kiss his cheek "I can't say I have very comfortable chairs though, well other than mine" I gesture to my swivel chair

"I'll make do" Antonio leads me over to my desk and helps me sit down on my chair while he leans on my desk getting out the packed food he has brought with him.

Before we know it, lunch is over and my class come running through the door. Antonio and I stand up properly

"Miss YLN is this the guest?" Ebony asks

"Yes. Go and sit down" I chuckle at the children eagerness "ok 1, 2, 3, listen to me" I call out and my class goes silent "this is Detective Dawson he is here to talk to you all about police work for our people who help us topic" one of my pupils raises her hand "yes Ella"

"Is Detective Dawson your friend"

"He is yes"

"No that's her boyfriend. Me and mummy saw them shopping and they were holding hands"

"Thank you Jackson" I raise my eyebrows at the young boy

"Miss YLN does Detective Dawson know your brother. He's a detective"

"Yes they do know each other. Now enough with personal questions, let's listen to Detective Dawson" I give Antonio a small nod and go sit down in my chair at my desk.

Over the next hour or so Antonio talks to all of the children about being a policeman and what he does in his job. The children absolutely loved it and actually asked him questions that are to do with his job

"Ok can we say thank you to detective Dawson please"

"Thank you Detective Dawson" all of the children say in a sing song way

“Your very welcome” Antonio smiles at everyone

“Right everyone head outside for recess” I say getting up from my swivel chair. The children all run out screaming

“Your class are fantastic”

“They are. Although they like to know about my personal life” I chuckle

“I can see, but I remember how exciting it was when you find out your teachers name let alone a nothing else”

“That’s true” are you heading back to the station?” I asks

“No I’m done for the day now. So what would my lovely girlfriend like for her tea?”

“Hmm I’m kinda in the mood for empanadas?”

“Empanadas it is. I’ll go to the shops on the way home”

“And donuts?”

“And donuts” Antonio chuckles

“Thank you. I’ll walk you out” I start walking out of my class room. I walk him out of the school and head back to my classroom ready to get on with my next lesson

“Miss YLN?” I hear a little voice. I turn around and see Ella

“Yes sweetheart”

“When you have your baby will you leave them with Detective Dawson? like my mummy did with me?” My heart practically breaks hearing this

“No sweetheart. My baby will have me and their daddy to help look after them”

“Why did my mummy leave me?”

“Come here” I take her hand and guide her to my chair. I sit down on my chair and pat my lap for Ella “I wish I knew, but your daddy loves you enough for 2 people”

“I wish mummy loved me”

“I know you do” I give her a big cuddle “now would you like to help me set up for our science lesson?”

“Yes please” she gets up from my lap. I get up after her and then feel arms around me “thank you miss YLN”

I get home still thinking about little Ella. Of course I had to speak to Ella’s dad. I walk through the door and smell Antonio’s cooking. I walk into the kitchen

“Hey” I sadly say

“You ok?”

“Yeah it’s just, one of the kids in my class asked me if I would give my baby up after they’re born because that’s what her mum did. Just made me a little upset”

“Come here” Antoni opens up his arms

“Im sure she has a fantastic dad who loves her”

“She does”

“I love you”

“I love you too” I lean up and give Antonio a kiss.

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Hit the pedal, heavy metal - Part 2

Summary: Dustin asks you to pick him up at Hellfire that night, since Steve can't make it, and maybe that way you'll meet his friend… Eddie.

Words: 1.025.

Warnings: ¿Inuendos? I don't know.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reblogged, I love you all very much. I'm sorry it took me so long to do the next part, I've been working and I've been full.

The first part here → Hit the pedal, heavy metal

Classes had started at Hawkins, which meant that the atmosphere was much calmer, especially after hearing the strange news that was going around.

They didn't sound very sane.

"You did what?" Robin seemed surprised after you recounted what happened during the end of the summer.

"Well, yeah, I went with some friends from my other school. There was a battle of the bands at a bar and I smoked with a stranger…" Steve not only looked at you with surprise, but also placed his hands on his waist.

Seeing him reminded you of a mother, maybe he had been a mom in his past life.

"Y/N you're crazy…" Robin laughed after shoving a scoop of chocolate ice cream into his mouth.

"Sounds like a dangerous and very irresponsible thing to do to me…" Steve blurted out amidst the laughter from both of you, "... Besides, who would be capable of calling their son Kaz?"

"Oh, shut up, Harrington" they both said in unison.

"What? Dangerous people are real, plus that description you gave sounds familiar…" Steve looked at you for a couple of seconds, while making that dumb face at the thought, "… I think I heard it from Dustin, only your version is PG-13, with someone who wants to look like a mysterious vampire."

Steve just went to attend to some girls who had arrived. He turned one last time to speak to you.

"Tell me we won't go through the plot of My Best Friend Is a Vampire, please..."

You stared at him as he left, Dustin was your neighbor and had never seen him with a guy with that description, and you doubt he was friends with someone like Kaz.

"Dustin, please…" you said as you walked beside him, "…you want me to go on a campaign of what? D&D?"

"Yeah, besides that way you know Eddie" Dustin was always telling you about that friend who was quite the master when it came to D&D and his campaigns, the truth is you always pictured him as Mike, but with acne and maybe gelled hair.

You laughed, thinking that could be real.

Anyway, you would end up in a basement of some house with underage kids, fans of whatever that game was...

Which would mean that, if you accepted that proposal, your days of bullying Steve for being the babysitter of choice would be over.

Over your dead body, you were going to let those days end.

"What about Nancy?" You asked. "Robin?"

"They're working now, they don't have time for anything, and Nancy is not a fan of D&D" Your chances of accepting seemed to increase, but not before hearing from Dustin that you was the only one who could accept.

"And what about Steve..." but Dustin shook his head and stopped.

"Eddie and Steve don't get along, I think Steve is jealous that Eddie is now my friend..." he smiled somewhat proudly after he said that.

You didn't agree to accompany them during the campaign, as you knew it would last for hours, but you could go and look for him when it was over.

What could happen? You ended up walking home alone, as Dustin sped off.

It was late at night, you knocked on the door of one of the old houses in Hawkins that Dustin pointed out to you, it looked a bit abandoned, and you wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to play a joke on you.

But a boy no more than 15 years old opened the door.

"Who are you?" he asked you in a rather serious tone, the boy looked you up and down as if he were a policeman.

"I'm here to pick up Dustin..." you raised an eyebrow.

"Magic word?" The boy narrowed his eyes, waiting for the answer.

You looked down at your hand, where you had written down in marker the password for the week that Dustin had given you, "Holy Sword…"

The boy smiled and opened the door for you.

"Welcome to Hellfire, miss." The house smelled funny like candy, Cheetos, soda or maybe old beer, and you didn't know if the other unidentified smell was vomit or old carpet or maybe wet carpet.

"Hey Eddie, a girl is here…for Dustin." The boy sat back down on what appeared to be a pillow.

Dustin waved gently at you, as did Mike and Lucas. The old manual dropped on the table, revealing the mysterious identity of the Dungeon Master.

Long tangled hair, the same look only without eyeliner, and he was wearing a t-shirt that said "Hellfire Club".

The two looked at each other in surprise.

"Kaz?" you whispered as you heard his name, his real name, "So you're Eddie?"

"Angel…" he replied in surprise as he quickly stood up from the old chair.

"Oh, so you two already know each other…" Dustin smiled, as Mike began to piece together what was going on, he had overheard Nancy talking on the phone with you a few nights ago.

Girl talk, grown-up girl talk.

He looked at Dustin with a look of displeasure on his face. The others in the club were waiting for a response, not only from the two of you, but the reason Mike had that expression on his face.

"So you're Henderson's little neighbor…" he walked around you, as if he were an animal analyzing its prey.

"And you, the excellent dungeon master?" you searched his eyes, once he had finished analyzing you up and down, just as he had done that night. "So this is what you do, when you're not…"

But he didn't let you finish, he leaned closer, smirking mischievously and took your hand and kissed it, taking you by surprise.

"I am at your service… soul and body… my lady."

You could hear the emphasis on the word body perfectly, after he kissed your hand. And his gaze gave a clear message, too.

He didn't take his eyes off you for a few seconds and his mischievous smile stayed too.

Mike and Dustin told you they were ready to leave, so you waved goodbye to Eddie as he bowed.

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Fic set sometime after Muriel is given the bookshop to look after, in which she meets a kindred spirit.

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It was a nice day. All the days had been nice, Muriel thought. Probably, anyway. Not that she’d ever seen many of them…or any of them until a week and a half ago, but the ones she’d seen since coming to earth had been very nice.

Like fog! You didn’t GET fog in the accounts department (you didn’t get any weather at all, which seemed terribly sad, although she hadn’t missed it at the time) but here on earth, it could just pop up unexpectedly, like the air was playing a trick on you by going all thick and soupy and making whatever you were going to come across next into a surprise! A hedge! A tree! The side of a shop! Amazing!

Hail was nice too. It gave Muriel an excuse to wear her hat. Not that she needed one exactly, since she hadn’t quite made up her mind to drop her incognito disguise as a Human-Policeman (she quite liked the idea of being a Human Policeman-and-Bookseller), but there was something very satisfying about the feeling of the hailstones bouncing off her hat.

Rain was the best one though. She had heard somewhere that rain was very good for making humans fall in love, especially if they were under an awning, and Muriel liked to watch the humans sheltering under awnings on the rainy days to see if she could spot the exact moment that the love happened. 

(She hadn’t spotted it yet, but that was probably just because she needed more practice. To help her keep her hand in, she’d miracled the biggest, brightest awning she could over the bookshop window and sometimes she’d try to gently steer people who looked like they might be good falling-in-love partners under the awning at the same time, although disappointingly, they often veered off, even though, as Muriel made sure to helpfully call after them, there was rain outside of the awning.)

She was just wondering whether the rain would last long (and rather hoping it did), when the bell hanging over the door jingled. 

People! People coming inside! (She knew, of course, not to sell any of the books but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy talking to the people who came in to look around, even if a lot of them had trouble understand the no-buying-books rule, even when she explained it very slowly and carefully in her loudest voice.)

‘-in here until it dies down’

There was the sound of an umbrella being put down, and the shuffling of feet on the doormat.

‘Can’t I walk to the station and meet you there, Mum?’

‘Why on earth would you want to walk there in the rain?’

‘It’s brilliant walking in the rain! It’s like a water park! Only it’s in your clothes and you don’t have to pay for it!’

There was a slight pause, as if the elder of the two voices was not entirely sure how to respond to the statement, and then the conversation resumed, more crisp and clipped than before, as if the owner of the voice had given herself a little shake.

‘No thank you. OJS does not need it’s only steward going down with pneumonia just before Christmas.’

‘Ok.’ The voice sounded momentarily chastened, and then perked up again. ‘Can I look at the books while we wait?’

‘Yes, go on.’

‘Brilliant!’

The younger of the two disappeared behind a shelf, and Muriel suddenly realised she was being somewhat remiss in her duties as bookshop-keeper. She hurried forward.

‘You can look at the books too!’

The white-haired woman just looked at her.

‘It’s allowed!’ Muriel explained kindly. ‘It’s called browsing! Anyone can do it!’

The white-haired woman gave a little nod.

‘Thank you for the information.’

(Being helpful was one of the best things about being on earth! Hardly anyone ever needed her help in heaven!)

‘You’re my welcome pleasure!’

‘Excuse me?’

‘Oh! Well you see, often when people say thank you, then the other person says you’re welcome or my pleasure.Sometimes they say other things but those are my favourites. Except you can’t say them both, so what I thought I’d do is find a way to say them both so i can say them both to everyone always! Then I don’t have to choose which one to say!’

‘Brilliant!’

The younger man had reappeared suddenly, as if from nowhere, eyes wide with admiration and Muriel beamed back. No one ever looked at her like this in heaven!

‘Oh thank you!’

‘I’m going to say that to all the passengers!’

‘No you won’t.’ This from the white haired woman who looked, if it was possible, even more severe. She sounded extremely certain, although Muriel wondered how she could be sure. Humans, after all, were so very unpredictable, and there was no telling what they might get up to, if you took your eyes off them for half a minute, whether that was a leaving a perfectly good awning during a downpour or finishing off a sandwich without even noticing the pigeons scratching hopefully for crumbs at their feet.

‘Oh. Well, it’s still brilliant I’ve had it said to me!’

The woman sighed a little to herself and gestured vaguely to the recesses of the shop.

‘Why don’t you go back to the books?’

The younger man suddenly gasped.

‘Oh yes, about that!’ He turned to Muriel, lookin very serious. ‘I’m afraid there’s a problem with your bookshop.’

Muriel furrowed her brow in concern, but she also couldn’t help but feel a tiny thrill. A problem! Not good exactly, but how wonderful it would be if she could fix it! She leaned forwards eagerly.

‘Thank you so much for telling me. Is it on fire?’

The white-haired woman almost choked.

‘What? Why on earth would it be on fire?’

‘Well, statically,’ Muriel explained helpfully, ‘human bookshops like this one, their biggest problem is fire! So I thought that perhaps this one might be. Is it?’

The young man shook his head.

‘Oh no, nothing like that. It’s this. You don’t have White Fang.’

‘Ah!’ Even better- a chance to explain AND a chance to reassert herself as a human! ‘No, you see, that’s because I’m a human bookseller. I have teeth. Look!’

She opened her mouth wide to demonstrate but the young man shook his head.

‘Wow! Shiny! But no, I mean the book White Fang. It’s brilliant! But you don’t have it. I checked in the fiction section and in the nature section and I was going to look in the cookery section, in case someone had gotten confused- because after all, there’s a lot of eating in the book, even though it’s not the humans doing it….but you don’t seem to have a cookery section. It’s not anywhere!’

He looked so concerned that Muriel couldn’t help but feel worried.

‘Oh…should we have it?’

The young man nodded emphatically.

‘Yes! It’s not a bookshop if you don’t have White Fang!’

‘Oh no!’

‘I know.’

There was a pause, as Muriel wrestled with something in her head. Eventually, she said carefully, ‘But this is a bookshop. The bookshop doesn’t buy books.’

‘You sell books!’ put in the young man, looking as if he was rather happy to be doing a spot of explaining himself. Muriel shook her head.

‘Not this bookshop. Can you buy a book for a bookshop? Is it allowed?’

They considered for a moment and the young man rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

‘Oh wow. That’s a really hypocritical question….’

The white-haired woman tutted loudly.

‘No it isn’t!’ She looked as if she was annoyed at herself for listening to their conversation for so long without saying something. She looked at Muriel. ‘Surely you know where you get your stock from?’

Muriel considered and then shook her head. Not really- no one had ever explained, and it had never even occurred to her that the books came from anywhere. Surely the books were just part of the bookshop.

 ‘Well, where did all these come from?’

‘A…friend.’ (Aziraphale was a friend, surely?) ‘I’m looking after the shop for him.’

‘Ah!’ The woman nodded, as if things now made more sense. ‘Well in that case, perhaps you don’t need to buy a copy yourself? Just wait for him to come back and he can order one.’

‘Oh.’ Muriel thought about it. ‘Is that how it’s done?’

‘Yes! Like how only Mum can order the tea and coffee, because once Herc did it and Mum got really cross and asked if he thought we were made of money. And once Douglas did it, and he was gone all morning because he was trying to find more expensive coffee than Herc got and-’

‘Yes, thank you Arthur,’ the woman interrupted. Then, to Muriel, ‘Yes, that’s how it’s done.’

‘He might not be back for a while though…’

(Was Aziraphale coming back? Was anyone coming back? The Metatron hadn’t said and Muriel hadn’t had a chance to ask.)

‘Wait! I know!’ The young man looked suddenly thrilled. ‘While you wait, you should read White Fang! He can’t have read it, or he’d have it in the shop!’

Well, maybe that was true. Aziraphale had read an awful lot of books, but if White Fang was so very important, surely he couldn't have read it? But then something occurred to her.

���But I can’t read it. There isn’t a copy of it here.’

‘Oh that’s ok!’ The young man rummaged into one of the pockets of his coat and pulled out a very battered paperback. ‘You can borrow my copy!’ He held it out and Muriel took it, reverently.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course!’ The young man looked surprised she’d even asked. ‘You can’t tell your friend about how good it is if you haven’t read it, can you?’

Muriel supposed that made sense.

‘Well-’

She was cut off by an exclamation by the woman.

‘The rain’s stopped! We’ll need to hurry or we’ll miss the train.’

‘Ok. Thanks for letting us stand in your shop. You probably read it twice before you give it back, so you don’t forget any of it.’

‘I will.’ Then something occurred to her. ‘But how will I give it back? Should I wait for it to rain again?’

‘You could!’ The young man looked thrilled at her suggestion but the older woman shook her head. ‘Or I suppose I could write down the address and you could post it back. Or! Or you could come and give it back yourself! You could meet GERTI and come flying with us-’ He turned to the woman. ‘Can she, Mum?’

The woman sighed and then nodded.

‘I suppose so. If it’s a short, cargo flight.’

‘Brilliant!’

‘Now we really must be going-’

They were gone before Muriel could say much of anything else: she stroked the cover of the book in awe.

What a day. She was going to get to read the best book in the world, and she’d met humans who could fly.

If every day was going to be this exciting, she rather hoped Aziraphale didn’t come back for a long, long, long time.

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[liminalpebble]

Sex and Death: Chapter 8, The One Stop Shop

Masterlist Link 

CW: This begins the chapters in which the murder mystery really takes off. There will be descriptions of violence, murder, and some characters will use racist, sexist, or other types of xenophobic language befitting the characterization of some really nasty people and bad guys. If this is something that is too disturbing to you, please take care of yourself first and do not read it. And as always, Minors DNI

A/N:   Marhaba! = Welcome! (Arabic)

Hej, och välkommen! = Hello, and welcome (Swedish)

Shukran = Thank you (Arabic)

Habibi = baby, darling, (term of endearment) (Arabic)

* I'm trying my best to get everything right with the culture and language. If I've made any mistakes or misrepresented anything, please kindly let me know and I will do my best to fix it. Thank you!

Chapter 8:  The One Stop Shop

When Magnus was done showering, he was surprised to find Noura in the doorway zipping up a snow suit and pulling on a knit cap. The contrast between her, bundled up, and Magnus in his boxers made both of them giggle hysterically. When they were finally finished, Magnus tutted at her saying in his official policeman's tone, “and just where do you think you're going Miss Harik? We're supposed to be locked down, you know. Also, I ought to lock you up for the crime of neglecting that drawer of lingerie, unless you intend to remedy that situation immediately.” He trapped her in a tight hug and his voice dropped into a lower tone saying, “And I would love nothing more than to detain you for questioning.”

He was kissing her lips, working his way to her jaw, her neck, the soft spot behind her ear. Noura melted a moment, mind going blank as his lips moved. Finally she recovered, prying him off of her reluctantly and saying with a laugh, “Heh...hey stop that, or we'll never leave!”

“That's the idea, darling,” he mumbled, pecking her sweetly on the cheek.

“You won't be so happy about that when I run out of meals to feed you. I just need some groceries...and I could do with some fresh air, a walk, and what little daylight there is. You can stay here if you'd like.”

“Absolutely not. It's my job to protect you.”

“Yes, but not to be my personal bodyguard,” she sighed. “I don't like the idea of this...dependence.”

“I know...but it's...wait..groceries? Where on earth would be open? And we can't even drive, the roads are closed.

“Mo and Yasmin will be open. They can't afford to close, and they're just a few steps down the road.”

Magnus gave her a quizzical stare, questions ready to pour out of his mouth.

She added quickly, “Well if you're coming, come on! I'm burning up in this thing.”

 ----

They trudged across the thick snow drifts of the courtyard and what was, presumably the sidewalk. Noura looked around with puzzlement, realizing that Magnus was lagging behind, looking down at the ground periodically. She smiled to herself. Some detail was always sparking his interest and, charming as that was, she was getting cold and gestured for him to hurry up. When he did, he held her hand tightly and smiled, but there was some funny, distracted, expression there too.

Preoccupied with the chill and combating the shin-height snow, Noura tucked the thought away to ask about later. Thankfully, they didn't have to trudge any longer as they reached a meticulously shoveled and salted pathway. A glowing yellow sign with blocky red letters informed Magnus of their arrival at The One Stop Shop. As Noura opened the door, the delicate bell jingled overhead. The warm air, the scent of incense, spice, and the earthy smell of fresh vegetables enveloped them as they crossed the threshold. Two figures, a middle-aged couple, noticed them and smiled, pausing their stocking to come greet them.

“Noura! Marhaba!” The woman exclaimed smiling, hugging her and kissing her on her cheek. The man greeted her with his right hand over his heart and Noura returned the gesture. They both turned to Magnus, and the lady said confidently in Swedish, “Hej, och välkommen.”

Magnus unleashed that blinding smile and nodded. He was about to extend his hand, but instead put his right hand over his heart. “Shukran,” Magnus replied in his clumsy but charming Swedish accent. Noura thought at that moment that she might actually swoon at how sweet he was, using the right greeting gesture and even saying “Thank you” in Arabic. She introduced everyone, translating back and forth between Swedish and Arabic. Although Yasmin was keen to try out her Swedish, her husband Mo was more shy to do so. He did, however, extend his hand to give Magnus a hearty handshake and a big smile.

After a bit, Noura excused herself to go around the grocery plucking up little bundles of vegetables and pantry goods and plopping them into the plastic basket. The young detective couldn't help but smile at her adoringly. He could almost see the gears turning as she planned their next meal with joy, care, and love.

Mo, quiet but hospitable, had disappeared to make coffee and the rich aroma began to waft into the market area from the kitchenette. His chatty wife was happy and curious to evaluate this handsome new man Noura had brought around. Noura introduced Magnus as her colleague, but Yasmin smiled slyly to each of them in knowing sidelong glances. She wasn't born yesterday.

She looked Magnus in the eye. “It's okay I practice my Swedish with you, detective?”

“Certainly, ma'am,” he said with a crisp politeness.

Yasmin let out a musical laugh. “You don't have to work so hard to impress me. You like her so much, don't you? You're really in love, eh, habibi?”

Magnus was caught off-guard, blushing and looking towards the floor, telling Yasmin what she already knew.

“Don't worry. I'm happy about it. My cousin deserves a good man. She's been through a lot.”

“Thank you,” Magnus said, smiling shyly, then added, “Wait...cousin?”, eyebrows raised in surprise. Although, now comparing the two women; short and curvy with dark hair and eyes, he could see that there might be a family resemblance.

She chuckled, “Well, not by blood...we call each other that. People like us...we stick together for each other...stay close like a family.

Magnus nodded his understanding, “I'm glad for that. I think it's good in a community, when people look out for each other.” He looked over his shoulder. Checking that Noura was out of earshot, he asked quietly, “Yasmin, have you had any other customers today?”

She blinked, taken aback by the unexpected line of questioning, “Ah, yes. Just one. Why?”

“I noticed some tracks in the snow on our way here...just one set” he tried to cover that he was thinking like a detective now, trying to play it off as just curiosity. “Just wondering who else might be crazy enough to come out in this weather, you know?”

“I know what you're doing, detective. Just ask what you want to.”

Magnus sighed, caught out. “What did he look like? How did he behave?”

Yasmin crossed her arms and furrowed her brow, thinking, “Uh...Swedish...hair..like you.”

He pressed, “Curly, blond?”

“No. No not curly...blond yes. Much shorter hair than you, like military, you know? I think he was about my age...40's maybe.”

He nodded vehemently, “Anything else? How tall...how did he act?”

“Uh...” Yasmin, exhaled looking more and more concerned. “He was...a little shorter than you but a big guy...lot of muscles. He didn't smile. Very grumpy. Not nice to us...mumbling something about foreigners, but a lot of them do. You learn to ignore it.”

He watched Noura at the till where Mo was ringing her up. Magnus noticed that behind them hung a wall of various earrings and medallions; shiny and colorful hoops and baubles of all shapes and sizes, just like the ones Noura often wore. It warmed his heart to think that she bought them here, maybe as a treat for herself after a grueling day. It gave him one more precious piece of the puzzle of her. He watched as Mo purposefully surreptitiously undercharged her, which she noticed and kindly admonished him for, then paid extra and insisted he keep the change. God, he already loved her, and felt the desperate need to protect her and everything and everyone she held dear.

As Noura came closer, he hurried to wrap up their conversation. “I'm sorry you have to go through that. I'd like you and Mo to be careful...protect yourselves. Do you have security cameras...an alarm system?”

“Ah no...I'm sorry. We can't afford security cameras.”

Just then Noura came up to them. “Security cameras? Is everything okay?”

Magnus fumbled a little, trying to think of what to say. Noura put her hand up, “Don't even try Magnus. What did you find?”

Magnus just put a hand on her shoulder and then turned to Yasmin again, handing her a card. “Yasmin, this is my card. It has my number and the number for the Ystad station. Don't hesitate to call me if he comes back and bothers you...or if someone else does. Even if it's a false alarm that's okay. Every bit of information helps.”

They all said their warm goodbyes. At the last minute Yasmin whispered in Noura's ear like a school girl in Arabic. “I like this one. You should keep him. So protective and good-looking! Is he great in the sack, or what? That tall he must have a huge...”

Noura gave her a playful little smack on the wrist, then hugged her, blushing. Soon Magnus and Noura were on their way with piping hot take-away cups of coffee and a shopping bag loaded with food, trudging back the way they came.

“Okay Magnus, tell me.”

He sighed, looking again at the tracks in the snow, careful to avoid them as he studied them. “I noticed a set of footprints, walking up from the opposite direction to the front door of the building, but then the tracks turned, it seemed without actually going inside, then they veered off to Yasmin and Mo's shop. Since they've shoveled a large area of the sidewalk there, I can't tell where he would have gone after.”

“He?” Noura asked.

“Uh...yeah...I asked Yasmin if they had any other customers. There was just one and she described him to me. She said he was Swedish, seemed hostile to them as foreigners.”

“How hostile?” she asked, concern.

“Mumbling under his breath...grumpy.”

She sighed. “So he's just some whiny asshole bigot. There are a lot of those around. And I'm sure he was none too happy about needing to go shopping at a store run by immigrants. I imagine they've seen a lot of that type today since everywhere else is closed.”

They arrived at her front door, Magnus still looking down and both of them carefully avoiding the tracks. He turned and pointed, “But look. There are no other tracks. Nobody else came from this building to their shop.” He was getting agitated. She came up and held his hand, meeting his gaze.

“Hey...listen. He probably lives in the building. There are so many flats...none of us know each other. He might have just...”

Magnus interrupted her, as they came into the foyer, guiding her around the corner of the entrance mat and off to the side.

He spoke carefully. “Noura, whoever it was never made it inside the building...at least not from here. The whole lobby is bone dry, so is the entrance mat. If anyone besides us had been out and returned...someone who lives here...there would be sludge tracked all over. And on top of that, there aren't any tracks returning, although he could have followed in the path we made on his way back, obscuring them.”

“Magnus,” she said, turning his face to hers and kissing him slowly until his breath slowed and shoulders relaxed under her touch. “I know you want to protect me. I know after everything between us now, you want even more to keep me safe, but these sound like inscrutable clues to nothing. It could be something, but I think it's more likely that focusing on this case so long has us seeing it everywhere.”

He put an arm around her waist as they made their way to the elevator. “Either way, you're not going to get rid of me that easily, my little Occam's razor,” he grumbled.

----

From a parking lot on the other side of the street, a man with cropped blond hair rested his pencil on the newspaper where he had been scratching away at the daily crossword and cryptogram. He looked up from where he sat in his snow plow to sip from his yellow take-away coffee cup (the words The One Stop Shop, printed across it in large block letters). 

As he squinted across the snowy courtyard he spotted that short dark-haired woman, and the tall Swedish man walking together, occasionally holding hands. Shame on him, he thought, shaking his meaty head, a proper Aryan man like that with that little Arab bitch. What is this country coming to? He huffed, then turned the paper over, spotting the headline “Serial Killer Still at Large” with the black and white gallery of missing and murdered women looking out at him from the page. He looked right back at them, as he turned the engine on, smiling, and thought serves 'em right.

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[tearyeye-private-i]

Jerry Lee Lewis, c. July 1959. From JLL.org

Elvis Presley, Knickerbocker Hotel, Hollywood, August 18, 1956. From ElvisPresleyMusic.com.

[ 12 Days of Christmas 💕 5/12 ]

At the start of my research, I found all sorts of stories, I wasn’t sure were even true. Like, Elvis and Jerry Lee riding around on motorcycles, with no clothes on the streets of Memphis, in the middle of the night? No way – but as time passed, the story got brought up to him three times (from what I know). He had a consistent reaction, that has led me to believe it happened.

Though, the stories are subjective, so you can draw your own conclusion!

The first reference of the story:

“In a crowded basement meeting room at the posh Omni-Memphis Hotel, 20-some journalists are attempting, with difficulty, to grill the subject of the forthcoming film “Great Balls of Fire”

The discussion, which never quite seems to interconnect, has degenerated to a foreign-sounding report’s question about whether the film’s subject, Jerry Lee Lewis – rock music’s archetypal bad boy – ever motorbiked naked with Elvis Presley, his fellow Memphian an ultra-rival.

“Motorbike?” Lewis says, archly, dismissively.

“Nekkid? Me and Elvis Presley?” His eyes suddenly narrow, “how’d you know that?”

“It’s in Joe Smith’s book,” says a reporter.

“You can’t believe nothin’…” Lewis mutters, his voice trailing off. “Well, that was 3 o’clock in the morning,” he suddenly adds, prompting explosive laughter from the journalists. “It really was,” he goes on with a grain.

“There was nobody out then—except this one policeman on a horse, and he was doing his dead-level best to catch us. Now, that was a sight. If anybody woulda saw that, we never woulda sold no more records. That woulda been the end of that.” Pause, his eyes narrowing again. “How’d you know that?”

“It’s in Joe Smith’s book,” the reporter repeats.

“Who’s Joe Smith?”

“The head of Capitol Records. Used to be head of Elektra Records.”

“Well, that’s ridiculous. That’s not right. Do you believe that?”

“You just told us it happened at 3 o’clock in the morning,” the reported notes.

“I can’t believe people will believe anything you say.”

“Well, is it true?” Another reporter asks.

“Yes. It’s true.”

Welcome, folks to talking with the Killer, a 54-year-old rock king dethroned before his time – in fact, before his prime – by the 1958 disclosure of a mad marriage to his 13-year-old second cousin.

The scandal caused Lewis, a Bible college dropout, to fall from rock ‘n’ roll grace into comparative oblivion – made all the more bruising by the fact that he was arguably the most intense performer, and most brilliant self-taught pianist, to ever rattle music stages around the world.”

From “THE KILLER BLOWS SMOKE FOR ‘FIRE’” by Jack Hurst and Country music. Chicago Tribune, June 24, 1989.

The second reference is from the book the reporter mentioned, actually, it’s called “Buddy Holly: Biography” by Ellis Amburn. In it, Ellis wrote that record executive Joe Smith and Jerry Lee spoke on the plane, during Buddy Holly, along with Paul Anka’s tour to Australia. They’d been drinking when Jerry Lee “confessed,” which is the word Ellis used. That yes, indeed, he and Elvis went on a naked motorcycle ride at 2:30 AM in Memphis, in a young Jerry Lee’s own words; “only for thirty-five or forty seconds, ‘round the corner and back.”

The third reference was from “Jerry Lee Lewis: His Own Story” by Rick Bragg. When asked the same question, instead of brushing it off or saying it wasn’t true. Jerry Lee laughed and said he can’t say anything about that because “Elvis isn’t here to defend himself.”

So, while Jerry Lee was right that you can’t believe everything anyone says, that doesn’t mean there aren’t patterns. Maybe, he thought it was funny to lie. Maybe, it happened and so what? It’s just two bros cruising down the street at night, naked on motorbikes, 5 feet apart – ‘cause they’re not gay. 😋

Other important lessons are if you do happen to go motorbiking naked with your supposed arch nemesis, don’t get caught, and don’t tell anyone about it!

#Jerry Lee Lewis #He saw Elvis nekkid #Elvis Presley #He didn't know how to act #only around the corner #only #It's like he tryna convince himself #Sun//JLL #Sun//EP #Sun//Together #Story Time #//MyPosts #//Edits #JLL//50s #EP//50s

[littlewalken]

Oct 18

Just thinking about The Retarded Policeman. Josh Perry has great delivery. One of his best bits is the Batman thing in 2 Hot Girls in a Shower.

Ended up taking longer than expected yesterday to redo the videos on my phone and tablet. I have all of Miraculous Ladybug on the tablet because I want to rewatch it and take notes but I don't know when I'll get to that but I want to be ready to.

That freed up a lot of room on the phone. I deleted some other files only to rename them and put them back on. Love the VLC app but sometimes it can't help the way it organizes things for you.

Right now I only have the mornings to have clear thoughts. Once I take my nap it's roulette to how awake or asleep I'll be after. Definitely an anemia thing. And now that the state is giving everyone free health care, to a degree, no matter what, my next appointment for anything will be next year. It was like that before because we only have so many people who take this "health plan" but until other doctors do things are only going to get more crowded.

So, as I will tell every regular care doctor I will meet for the rest of my life, don't question why I was very certain I had Covid that one time but didn't go to the hospital. We were already on lockdown so what else was I supposed to do? I could still breathe.

It's like getting a scooty bike at the store, if I can still shuffle along someone who needs it more than me is welcome to it. I've been in, filled up my cart, and out before a grandpa got to use one because a lazy but ambulatory person was giving their kids rides.

South Park was already there with The Bar, and The Cissy. And Cancel South Park. I'm looking forward to The Panderverse.

And I have the long version of Spiderverse on my phone, yes there are two versions, so I can try to get to that.

Let's hope something creative comes out of the random thoughts I'm having today!

[sadubkiduniya]

Urban Legend of Dead Woman on Quora.

One day in the morning, I opened up my phone to check out my Quora feed. While scrolling through the home page I saw a post where a girl posted her pic which was about rating her.

I tapped on the post and saw comments that everyone was rating her. I don’t but with flow, I also rated her 6/10 and started pointing out mistakes. After doing that I exited the app. and put my phone on charging.

After some time I got a reply from that girl where she was thanking me. So I welcomed her and out of nowhere, I decided to scroll through her profile where I saw many naked pics of her. I was shocked to see how could someone’s account exist if it violated community guidelines. I regained my senses and then decided to message. In the message, I asked her about posting her naked pics and stuff. I got no replies. Again I exited the app. and closed my phone screen off then I went back to my room for studies. After that when I was finished, I opened my phone again and saw 10 texts from her where she mentioned herself having fun and all. She told me that it was not her pics and about everything she had been doing until now. Then I asked her about the girl in the pic and what the point of all this… She texted that it was fun highlighting people who are simps and perverts as well. Then about the pic part, she refused to answer.

After that, we texted each other every day for hours and talked like we were best friends. Then one day I asked about the picture question again she replied with some creepy texts and there were a bunch of photos. While reading her text and scrolling down I saw many horrible pics of a dead human which was of a woman. Watching all of that made me traumatized and suddenly I went to my toilet to vomit up. At last, after I was done she replied all this time you were talking to me and the pictures that you saw were of my dead body.

When I saw that text I don’t know but my body was frozen and I collapsed. After 2–3 hours I woke up on my bed and saw my friend worrying about me. I told him that I’m fine so he can leave. After he left I opened up the DMs again and saw her real name. So I decided to surf on Google about her thinking that I might find some clues. While doing that I blocked her profile and deleted Quora. After that, I found something again that shook my body and soul. I saw that a girl named Rakhi was attacked and killed by a group of 6 under-18 boys. Everything that I saw in the case study was accurate and to the point what I saw in those photos. Out of nowhere, my body started feeling and I was paralysed. Also, I saw someone calling me from an unknown number and then it was picked up automatically as I was having my headsets connected. And listened to something that tickled my head and gave me chills again and again. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I would die. Then I saw my Whatsapp getting spammed with the same messages that I heard on the phone.

I was shaking and then shouted very loudly. and put my phone on the burning stove. But then I saw my laptop screen which was getting blurry and then a face with bruises and cuts of a woman popped up and said “You are the next. Get ready to die like my other 3 victims.”

I was shocked to see that face run off toward the balcony and fall off from there.

After that, I woke up just here in the hospital and right now my telling you about the incident that happened.

I’m sorry, Mr. Rajesh but the girl you are talking about is someone who became an urban legend of this city a few months after her death. (The policeman replied to me.)

#blog #creative writing #writing #horror #today on tumblr #ghost #paranormal

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Okay, I finished the book. The one thing that stuck out was that this is not Tom's story. He is a passive character. I think I like it that way.

Marion was a flawed woman for whom I feel sympathy for. She is very obviously queer to me. I understand her struggle, the need of compulsory heterosexuality pushed on to us so much that we cannot imagine there being anything beyond it. I loved her with julia. I wish they meet again. The fact that she's thinking about moving to Norwood where julia is feels very intentional. Her way of looking at women through the whole book is consistent and very familiar. So is her need to feel loved by a man.

I think I already sent you my thoughts on patrick but I'd just say that I related more to patrick than to Merion. I have always felt that queer pain is different for different people and yet very similar. And I felt both his pain and joy.

Tom....well, I don't know what I feel about Tom. That's probably because we don't really get to know his thoughts. We look at him through either Marion's view or Patrick's. I think there's more to him than that.

Also nowhere in the book police force is portrayed in a positive light. Which is something I've seen people wonder about and state as a reason to say that this story shouldn't be told.

Anyway, what are your thoughts on individual characters. And what scenes do you want see in the film the most ?

I’ve so loved reading your thoughts anon thanks so much for sharing them.

I totally agree about there being a lot of space around Tom - I really wonder what it’ll mean for Harry to make all these choices as an actor that remove ambiguity.

I also loved that the book ended with Marion heading to find Julia.  When you asked about Marion’s queerness after just starting reading - I was thinking about it ending with her leaving to go to the only queer woman she knows. To me that suggested that the subtext of queerness for that character was intentional. 

I loved seeing the world from Patrick’s eyes, and everything that told you about how he had to navigate the world.  I do think it’s a shame that there’s this big hole in the book, we don’t get his voice after his diary ends.  I don’t mind that we don’t know how he navigated the next fifty years as a queer man in Britain, but I wish the narrative didn’t minimise the possibility that he’d lived several lives in that time.

I also agree with you about the police.  I’ve found the police discourse around this movie straight up bizzarre.  I’ve got nothing against stories depicting the police force, my objection is to stories that lie about the police.  

I think My Policeman depicts Brighton police pretty accurately. They’re shown to be violent, homophobic, widely disliked in the communities the characters come from (middle-class gay men, and working-class families), institutionally corrupt, and against art and culture and the things the characters value.  In addition, Tom doesn’t do anything particularly socially useful, let alone heroic in the course of the book.

Narrators occasionally think positive things about Tom, but that’s hardly surprising, given the plot. When Patrick thinks about corruption in the force hurting the ordinary police officer, I think that shows you how far gone he is for Tom, given everything else we’ve heard about his attitude towards police.

I’m genuinely surprised that anyone would take My Policeman as a positive portrayal of the police.  And it does make me wonder what they value. 

In terms of what I’m most looking forward to - the latest set pics have really upped my excitement about everything.  As I’ve said before I really want to see Harry say ‘I meet people, sometimes I have sex with them, don’t ask me again.’

I’m really looking forward to every scene between Patrick and Tom.  I really hope they keep in the scene between Marion and Sylvie with the nail polish.  And then the scenes between Marion and Julia.  I was about to say that I was also looking forward to the scenes where Patrick enters gay worlds, but I realised at this stage my answer to the question about which scenes I’m most excited by is just ‘the gayest’.

#Welcome other people's My Policeman thoughts #particularly on the police question #I'm genuinely unsure what peoplea re objecting to

[seijorhi]

ok so i’m the stripper au anon and honestly i was thinking the reader was the stripper but my mind is wandering 😳

Ok ok, I’ve had like three other anons ask for the yandere stripper version so let’s go with that one lol

My first thought was Bokuto, but I’ve written about him a bunch, so I went with Mr Ushijima Wakatoshi 👀

TW dub con? I guess? Nsfw(ish)

Let’s say that the first time is for a friend. She’s always been a little on the wilder side, so when she takes you, her very best friend and maid of honour aside and tells you that she wants something fun for her bachelorette party, you don’t miss a beat. You know she loves the man she’s going to marry more than life itself, but you also know that she might just have a bit of a weakness for tall, muscular, stupidly hot men.

You can’t exactly blame her for that, not when it makes picking the stripper you’re hiring for her last night as a single woman that much easier. The pictures on the website don’t do the man justice, when he shows up, dressed in a cheesy fireman’s outfit complete with a red helmet and asks in the bluntest voice you’ve ever heard whether he can come inside and take a look because ‘there had been a call that things were about to heat up’ you don’t know whether to burst into laughter or flush. He looks like a Greek god, all muscular and tall, with a stupidly chiselled jawline - but he’s not here for you.

It’s easy, as he all but straddles your friend, gyrating his hips against her as she runs her fingers down those ridiculously defined abs just to sit back and have a good time. She clearly is - cheering and laughing, drooling a little as Ushijima winks and does a full body roll, flexing every muscle before ripping off his pants completely. How does one even get that kind of a body? People shouldn’t be allowed to just walk around every day being that attractive.

When his routine is over your friend is a blushing, beaming mess. Totally over the moon, and just before your stripper slips away, you make sure to take him aside and give him a generous tip. “You were amazing, thank you so much!”

He nods his head once politely, “It’s my job.”

Of course it is, he must do this kind of thing every day, but still, you’re grateful that he could make your friend’s bachelorette party that much better.

A month or so later, when another friend has her birthday and you’re once again delegated to chief party planner - the question is not whether or not you will hire a stripper, but whether you can get that sexy as hell fireman stripper again.

Turns out you can, and olive eyes flash with recognition as you open the door for him once more. He’s dressed as a policeman this time, because there was talk of ‘bad girls doing naughty things,’ and it’s ‘his job to investigate.’ You figure it’s kind of like porn, you’re not there for the terrible acting, you’re there to see a ridiculously hot man strip and dance for you.

Which he does, to your other friends’ delight. And yours too, you suppose. Though it is strange, last time it felt like your friend was the only one in the room with him - outside of a little dancing and teasing for the rest of you, his attention was focused solely on her. This time, your other friend is the one handcuffed to her seat - ‘bad girls don’t get to touch,’ he’d growled - but you swear that those olive green eyes keep finding yours across the room.

Nobody else seems to notice, and your friend loves every minute of the attention he does give her. When all is said and done, just like last time you find a quiet moment to slip aside and thank him with another tip. This time he bows, “You’re welcome. I’m glad you asked for me again.”

There’s an odd feeling fluttering in your stomach as he says it. The words are blunt as they usually are, but there’s something in the way that he looks at you that makes you think there’s something more he’s trying to say.

You wonder how many strippers rely on repeat clients.

“Perhaps next time...” he trails off, looking deep in thought. Behind you one of the girls drunkenly calls your name, and with an apologetic smile, you press the envelope of money into his hands and quickly thank him again before ushering him out.

Strippers are harmless fun, but after two long nights with Ushijima’s services, the thought of stupidly hot men stripping for you has kind of lost its appeal. Of course it had absolutely nothing to do with the odd, uncomfortable feeling you were left with last time. Nothing at all.

When your own birthday swings around, you make your friends swear that you’re just going to do something low key. No big parties, no drinking till the sun comes up, and absolutely no strippers.

There’s a part of you that’s almost worried that if your friends keep asking for you to hire Ushijima again he’ll think you’re some kind of stalker and put out a restraining order against you.

They swore pinkie promises, but you don’t know why you’re surprised when not even half an hour after they all arrive, your doorbell rings, and there is Ushijima.

You honestly want the world to swallow you up.

He’s dressed in jeans and plaid, a god awful cowboy’s hat on sitting his head, and when he catches sight of you you could swear that despite his stoic visage, he almost looks pleased.

You told them you didn’t want this, you definitely didn’t want Ushijima, but the cheers go up before you can even open your mouth to protest, he takes you by the hand (his own is strong, swallowing yours up completely) and leads you back inside your apartment, tossing you down onto a seat your friends all too willingly pull out.

This time it’s different. You swear that he wasn’t as close with the other girls, he wasn’t touching them as much. His hands are running up and down your sides, his face buried in the crook of your neck and panting his hips roll against your lap. You can feel the insistent press of his hardening cock as he grinds himself against you.

He grunts, low enough so that only you can hear and suddenly pulls you from your seat. His fingers trail down your waist as he drops into a crouch before you, only to hoist you upwards without warning, forcing you to wrap your legs around him just to steady yourself. His face is nuzzled into your chest, an arm at your back, the other curled around your ass, keeping you pressed up against him.

He’s everywhere, touching you everywhere, and your friends just holler and laugh and drink like it’s not an issue. And maybe it isn’t, but you swear that he wasn’t like this with them, growling when you dare to try and move your hands away from his body. His lips at your neck, and he’s kissing you, sucking a mark into the delicate skin as a hand slides between your spread thighs...

He pulls away before you can draw attention, staring at you with smouldering eyes as he ends his routine.

You feel sick, violated almost - but this is a party, and your friends have paid for Ushijima to tease you, to touch you. You can’t cause a scene, you don’t want to. He’s just doing his job, you remind yourself - it must just feel a little different, being the one in the hot seat rather than watching from the sidelines.

Still, you can’t help the pit in your stomach as your friend takes Ushijima aside and thanks him with a tip in hand. He’s talking with her, but those eyes, dark, hungry and wanting, keep flickering back to you.

You make a silent vow that this’ll be the last time. You’ve all had your fun, but no more strippers, it’s just... too intense.

Too bad that Ushijima has other ideas for you.

#BD drabbles #yandere haikyuu #yandere ushijima x reader #tw dub con #this is awful lmao I’m sorry

[m-aster-of-spinjitzu]

golden power; never wielded

my first work for @ninjago-angst-week! prompt - abandoned (16/08) Lloyd's never known what it's like to share his heart with another, linking two lives together as if one had found the melody to their chorus, now a song in perfect harmony. If he’d always felt like he was invisible; wondered if there was something fundamentally wrong with his inability to touch others’ hearts, then, well, that was no one’s business but his own. Of course, that was before he quite literally fell for someone - the first person, actually - who seemed to care. Of course she was too good to be true. Or, the S8 angst I've been wanting to write about 'game of masks' and the aftermath. trigger warnings - suicidal thoughts, brief mention of implied self-harm, not really a warning but it talks a lot about loneliness. "How did you know?"

"It's an Oni Temple. It's safe to assume that only an Oni could take it."

"No. How could you know that I was part Oni?"

How could you know that I was part Oni?

The question repeated itself in his mind, echoing into the blizzard.

Sometimes, he wondered what would've gone down at the temple if he hadn't been so observant.

Well, he thought bitterly, probably not the temple itself.

The walls collapsing, he'd caught a glimpse of his terrified face as the room filled with swirling inky blackness, freezing him to the bone.

But the real pain came from her words.

Ah. Your emotions. You can't get rid of them, can you?

No, he'd wanted to yell, staring listlessly at the shaking grey semblance of sky.

He'd always felt like he wielded the element of light; invisible, trapped behind a barrier that no one cared enough to break. Isolated; locked away from the world. Longing for - yearning for - a single soul to want to know his heart. Pain that almost felt tangible, bleeding into every motion, every day.

Everyone else seemed to find it so easy - so effortless - simple as breathing, taken for granted like it was ingrained into their bones. Everyone else seemed to have given away a little piece of their heart - to their parents, friends, or lovers.

The fact that his was, and had always been, entirely whole?

He was either cursed, the venom from the Great Devourer passed down to him, or there was something fundamentally unlikable coursing through his veins.

By this point, he assumed it was the latter.

Maybe, if anyone had ever cared - wanted to know him - he'd never have felt like it was pressing down on his chest like a casket; a useless block of ice that no one wanted, not even the unfortunate owner it'd been given.

If no one would know his heart, he'd thought, grabbing a forgotten map, he'd strike fear into theirs - until they knew what it was like to sob into invisible barriers, to gaze upon the world with a weary eyes and a heart heavy with the knowledge that if they vanished, no one would even notice.

He'd realized far too late that he had unleashed an evil that couldn't be controlled - or one that could only be controlled by his- by someone else that had sunk beneath the darkness until no light remained-

He'd escaped from the crumbling casket, energy and eyes blazing - only to find that Har- she'd already escaped with the mask.

The Oni Mask of Hatred.

As they had steered the boat through the river, her sweet smile hiding lie upon lie, he'd thought it was somewhat ironic - two lovers, seeking a literal manifestation of hatred.

He'd laughed bitterly; no mirth in the sound.

After his first crush had - well, literally tried to crush him, he didn't think that this day could get much worse.

Until she dropped him into a contraption that was the stuff of nightmares - leaving the others with a seemingly impossible choice.

He'd wanted to yell, scream, that they should save his mother - he'd hurt enough people over the course of his short life, as evidenced by the grief-stricken orphan yelling a foreign language right in front of him.

I'm the expendable one! Maybe she was right - it was my fault the Serpentine were able to release the Great Devourer. And it took thousands of lives - but never the life of the one who was to blame.

He'd grabbed the vengestone bars, the faint sense of numbness they brought a welcoming relief from the storm of emotions that- he honestly had no clue what to do with.

i could drown, he had thought briefly, fleetingly. what if i drowned and i never hurt anyone again-

you have  a responsibility, even though you've pretty much failed to uphold it so far

"Clotho venge! Clotho decer! Clotho haeed!"

Shoving the thought to the back of his mind, he'd gripped the bars tighter, ignoring the sting of the metal against skin.

If anything, he'd welcomed the sting.

Any pain was better than the agonizing reminder that his heart was, and had always been, entirely whole.

He didn't even realize he was trembling until he heard his father's voice echoing from the vortex.

His father hadn't asked to be bitten by an evil snake, the venom coursing through his veins for years upon years. He hadn't asked to be dumped at a boarding school for bad kids, spending what he had left of his childhood hiding in empty classrooms or yelling empty threats as his classmates snickered.

Against all odds, they'd been reunited. Evil snakes, Fangblades, even Jade Blades - none of it had stood between them.

Just when he thought they might have a future - he might have a- a family - the Cursed Realm decided to curse them all.

His father with imprisonment, him with a life devoid of a father he'd loved, at the end.

Now H- she wanted to resurrect him?

His father had been so much more than the Oni blood in his veins. So was he.

But if he was completely Oni-

Lloyd didn't like their odds. He kind of hated them.

"Clotho venge! Clotho decer! Clotho haeed!"

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A few chaotic hours later... they'd won? They'd won.

The Sons of Garmadon (he'd always thought the name was kind of ironic - he, the only son of Garmadon, wasn't in their crazy biker gang) had been imprisoned by courageous, if a bit overzealous, taser-wielding policeman.

Ninjago was celebrating - everyone was; he should be, too.

Should he really revel in their victory, though? It was his fault that she'd been able to snatch the last mask, all the safeguards the Oni had put in place practically worthless because of his stupid feelings-

H- Harumi had been thrown in one of the police vans.

"You're right - this isn't me," she'd started, her meekness almost convincing him that she really was the girl he'd fallen for - the girl who'd been forced into a mask she never wanted to wear, but someone who still cared about the world... and- and about him.

"Stop."

He'd cut her off, the venom in his tone surprising both of them.

"Save it for someone who cares," he'd forced out, the hurt welling up his chest almost as painful as their unceremonious descent into the jungle, (the descent she'd orchestrated, he'd thought fleetingly, squeezing his eyes together) unable to believe that this- this liar was the same sweet girl he'd fallen for.

With that, he slammed the door of the van, locking her in - wishing that locking his memories away could be easy.

She'd never cared about him; simply needing to use him as if he was nothing more than the power he wielded.

He watched one of the policemen drive her away, the tired-but-enthusiastic cheers of his teammates nothing more than background noise; static.

Vaguely, he realized that his heart wasn't quite whole - he'd given a piece of it to someone whom he had thought would link theirs together in harmony, the melody to his chorus; what he'd been searching for ever since he'd woken up screaming in a 'boarding school' that seemed more like a prison.

She'd taken more than what he'd given - draining the light from his entire being as if she was the Overlord, stealing his golden power without a shred of remorse.

That failure was practically painless, compared to her-

An almost unfamiliar emotion slowly stated to replace the ache in his chest that he'd grown used to for all those years; it'd become comforting, even. Watching the world go by with a heart that seemed more like a curse, he briefly, fleetingly, wondered if he'd be better off without one.

If there was ever a problem that presented itself to Nya while she worked on the Bounty, she used to joke that it'd be easier to just dump their entire hard dive into the sea.

Destruction seemed to be easier than fixing, he conceded - the van now just a glimmer of bright light; one of the many that made up their vibrant city.

"How did you know?" he heard, yet again wondering how he felt so disconnected from his own role in the memory.

How had she known? 

The whisper of a voice long gone bled into his consciousness, his hands shaking at his sides even as the city celebrated.

Why had he even asked that?

Plastering a smile on his face as he walked over to his teammates, the question repeating itself in his mind, echoing into the blizzard.

FSM - she didn't need to be leader of a biker gang to know that.

Who could ever give their heart - the epitome of human connection; golden power all on its own, albeit of a different kind - to an Oni?

Maybe he wasn't the one trapped behind an invisible wall, built on tears and loneliness and yearning and heartache and a lone question - why? Why could no one seem to look past the cage he felt himself trapped in, observing the world rather than playing a part in it.

He hadn't been a- abandoned by everyone, he realized, a weary sense of clarity and shadowed eyes not sure to accept it or push it into the back of his mind like the hours he'd spent there, as if he'd ever want to have hurt his teammates like he did, the twisted ghost-

He trailed behind his teammates as they sang - horribly off key, his mind pointed out, forcing a small smile onto his face - lost in the figurative blizzard, despite the fact that the sun's rays had only vanished a few hours ago.

If no one would know his heart?

FSM - could he really blame them?

(if you read this far, thank you so much, you’ve made my day:D)

#lloyd garmadon #ninjago angst week #harumi #sons of garmadon #ninjago fic #ninjago #lloyd

[thebadboyfanclub]

You Can Do Better (Rio x Reader)

Requested by anon, i’ve posted this for the third time and tumblr is being a fucking asshole to the point were i’m thinking of quitting this since every week I get a new way of them hiding my works. Enjoy it while it lasts

T.W. mentioning of attempted rape

(Y/n) had been Micks neighbor for a few months before the incident happened, this absolute dumpster was the only thing she could afford at the time, fresh out of college, in a foreign country without any family, but she was hoping to moving quickly. However, when Mick was coming home, he heard her screams and cries for help from the bottom of the stairs, he had seen her once or twice, even baked him cookies when he first moved in, she was nice and a quiet neighbor. 

He found (y/n) being held down by two men in masks and one of them try to rape her, she was begging and screaming, he almost acted on instict when he shot the guy in the back, the other tried to attack him and he also ended up with a bullet in between his eyes. (Y/n) thanked him and Mick had to stop her from calling the police. Instead they called Rio. He was met with two dead bodies, A girl in her torn pajamas shaking and crying and Mick trying to calm her down.

“Those motherfuckers”

Was all he said, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had gone down, Rio was a criminal and balls deep in despicable things, yet he was proud to say he had never laid hands on a woman nor a child. He kneeled in front of her, took a good look at her eyes, her entire body shaking as she looked at him, you could sense the trauma she had been through.

Rio had heard of her when Mick told him about this little girl next door that baked him cookies as a welcoming gift, he recalled how his friend laughed when he mentioned that the girl asked him his opinion about the next tattoo she wanted to get. Now this happy light hearted girl was replaced because two men thought they are superior.

“Hi sweetheart, I understand this is hard, we will take care of everything alright? You trust us?”

“I had locked the door, I was sleeping”

“I know sweetheart, it wasn’t your fault. We’ll take care of you ok?”

“Thank you”

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Since Mick had vouched for her and Rio had seen her at her worst they felt obligated to take her under their wings, maybe even help her earn a little more money, get a good car, pay her bills comfortably, that sort of stuff. Until one day she asked to do more, get initiated

“Mama this isn’t the playground, we ain’t playing cops and robbers”

“I know, but you said I am learning quickly, why not teach me more?”

“Why you wanna do this? All of a sudden you feel like being a gangster? You were shaking in your shoes a few months ago”

“I’m done being your little child Rio, I want to hold my own. I will do this with or without you”

Rio looked at her with a serious face. She was growing, becoming fearless, ruthless, he had seen it coming, she was picking up more slack, asking more questions, she wanted to prove herself.

“You’re threating me mama?”

“And what if I am?”

She quickly not only proved herself, she became one of his most valuable members, she was his secret weapon, nobody would suspect a young little hotel receptionist being linked to them. She worked twice as hard and smarter than most if not all his men, advised him wisely and was always cool, calm and collected, she worked best under pressure. Scared little (y/n) felt like had never even happened, she was his soldier now, she had Micks status and Mick couldn’t be more proud, he had a soft spot for her.

“Hey mister policeman, Have some room for another criminal?”

She joked as she leaned at the door of her car, waiting for the new little boy toy to get out of the police station. Now the normal question is why is (y/n) around a police man, there is a two part answer to that. Great lover and also great cover, she was his little thing, so nobody would dare blame you for any crime, the girl of the police man being a gangster? it sounded like a joke.

“Depends on what crime we are talking about miss”

“I can think of a few, we can put those handcuffs to use”

As he approached her she smiled and took off her sunglasses. She looked amazing in her blue loose ripped jeans and a simple oversized white t shirt, a chain necklace around her neck and some nice rings on her fingers as her hair fell  in front of her breasts, wearing a pair of high heels to style it up.

How you doing gorgeous?”

“Oh you know, thriving and surviving. How about you, I thought you had a day off today”

“Yes but I got assigned to a new case”

“Ohhhh should I be concerned? any criminal on the loose?”

“Not really, we are trying to find a link for this Rio guy”

Jackpot, this couldn’t have gone better. She tried to contain her smile and leaned back on the door, acting like nothing had happened.

“Oh I think you’ve mentioned him before, what did he do now?”

“Lots of things but motherfucker always slips away, chief thinks he has someone on the inside”

“Like a dirty cop?”

“Yes, so he wants me to look into it”

“Look at you, leading a case... Sexy”

The guy smiled at her, he was completely fooled and hooked. She hadn’t told anyone about her plan of seducing him to get information, she didn’t need to up until this point, yet what she did not calculate was Rio seeing her outside the police station talking to a fucking cop, the outmost enemy and being all close and cozy to him, acting all buddy buddy in broad daylight.

“I’m glad you like it miss”

“There’s a lot of things I like about you baby, anyway I have to go, I have a shift to clock in to”

“I’ll see ya later?”

“Maybe. Bye handsome”

At that (Y/n) got in her car and drove away. Rio was pissed, the girl he trusted and the girl he wanted was flirting with a policeman, how could she? He trusted her, taught her everything he knew, gave her everything with generosity and she was becoming a cops whore? Of course it wasn’t just about flirting with a cop, it was flirting with someone that wasn’t him.(Y/n) was a charming woman, he found her extremely attractive and she was even better now with the confidence she had gained over time, she was a woman he craved, the woman he wanted to have on his side, a queen that could hold the keys to his kingdom. Now all this was slowly shattering, no there had to be an explanation and he couldn’t wait to hear it.

Of course he could not just appear at her workplace, she was gracious enough to arrange a room for him incognito when Beth shot him, yet they had to act like strangers so all he could do was wait for her. 

“Hey boss, sorry I’m late I had to take care of a few things”

“Like that cop friend of yours?”

She had barely closed the door of his office before he blurred it out, he had this whole plan of making her confess by herself, except when he saw her he lost control. Betrayal and confusion clouded his mind, as she stood there a bit dumbfounded for a quick moment before smirking at him.

“Stalking much?”

“I like to make sure my people are in line”

“Really? Is that why Beth is still walking around unharmed?”

He knew how much that had shook her up, (Y/n) took care of him almost as good as the doctor, she stayed with him until he fell asleep, helped him renew his bandages and anything else he needed, even though she never said it he was aware she was extremely concerned for him and he was grateful for her care, which made it even more complicated considering the fact that he was slowly becoming more addicted to her, needing and wanting more than she gave him.

“Let’s just cut to the shit, what were you doing there?”

“Talking”

“Talking? to a cop? what is this (y/n) huh?”

She sat in the chair calmly, any normal person would have either shit their pants or told him what they were planning right away. (Y/n) on the other hand found this amusing, she had grown tired of him doing things without considering the danger he was putting himself, especially when it came to Beth and the others, if it was anyone else they would have been six feet under the second Rio opened his eyes, now he had cut them in once again and had almost gotten Boss status.

 “Yes, one of your little ladies is married to a cop, what’s the issue with me talking then?”

“Last time I check you ain’t never flapped your gums to a fed”

“I don’t flap my gums Rio, I have conversations and if you really want to know he is my new boy toy. He also was the one that told me about your case, how the fuck do you think I got the information? By holding interviews?”

Rio didn’t know how to feel, she was still working for him, had used her privilege to get information for him that had saved him a lot of money, however the whole “boy toy” thing did not sit well, she liked him, she gave him her time and even though she was stringing him along, she still had him in her life.

“You did what you were supposed to do and you got rewarded, so why you still talking to him”

“Don’t start the bullshit Rio, I’m not your daughter nor your girl so why do you care who am i fucking with”

“Where’s your fucking respect to your boss (y/n)?”

“Respect? how about where’s the respect for yourself? You let the suburban moms do whatever the fuck they are doing and I’m getting shit for having sex and getting you info from the feds?”

He was pushing it, he knew that and he didn’t care, it was time to reveal his cards and she was going to do the same, whether she liked it or not. Rio leaned back on his chair, his hand rubbing his chin as he looked at her, sitting there and looking right back at him, she wasn’t lying he knew that, she had a point for the suburban moms and she had expressed her disapproval for the little thing that was going on between him and Beth. What he did not understand was if she didn’t like it cause she was a tad bit jealous or because it fucked with their money and reputation?

“You are something else you know that?”

“Yet you still question my methods, if I remember correctly I wasn’t the one that planted three bullets in you”

“You are scared of losing me mama?”

She did not respond, she just turned and looked away from him. Of course (y/n) had picked up his little flirty remarks from time to time, she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she had thought of how he would be in bed, how his embrace would feel, his raspy voice was enough to start fantasies enough to make a book.

“Let’s say I am, what are you scared of Rio? Why do you care who I’m sleeping with?”

“He is a cop”

“A handsome cop, I’m sure you noticed how nicely that uniform was on him, let me tell you it’s even better when he sweats”

“I don’t need to hear it”

“Why? Does it bother you Christopher?”

She raised herself from the seat and placed her hands on the desk, leaning closer to him and making her breasts show just enough as her back curved in a perfect little S, she focused in his eyes as her tongue went over her upper lip. Rio got closer to her, his hand reached her face, as he held on to the side of her head and his thumb went over the lower lip.

“You’re not for him mama”

“Why not?”

“A woman like you is not for no goody two shoes, you can do better”

“Really? like who?”

They could feel each others breaths, their faces were almost touching as they both spoke in whispers, this conversation was not meant for no one else, they didn’t even have to speak as their body language was saying everything it needed to be said. She felt her breath become more swallow, his scent was getting her a tad bit flustered and so was hers to him.

 He wanted to take her right here and then, just the idea of her naked body was enough to drive him wild, her hair was so soft he could only imagine them stuck on her face from the sweat, the most amazing part was her lips, soft and full that made his mind go wild with the need to feel them in his lips and his body, the doors to her moans.

“I can show you better than I can tell you”

“Let’s get it then boss”

#rio x reader #rio imagine #rio x you #rio x oc #good girls rio #good girls nbc #rio good girls #good girls imagine #nbc good girls #manny montana imagine #manny montana x reader #manny montana x you #manny montana #good girls x reader #good girls rio x reader #good girls rio nbc #rio

[beyourself-marvellover]

Answers

Marc Spector x Reader +18

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Notes: Long text. Depression, alcoholism, angst, kidnapping, explict sex, unprotected sex.

English It's not my mother language. I tried to write this in an understandable way.

Gif credit to its owner.

It's been more than one year since he's gone. He left with no reason. That note it's what I have from him:

"Good bye"

Seven letters. Two words. One heart broken. My mind destroyed, or something like that.

I can't come back to Egypt or England, the two countries where we spent five years together. Where we fell in love for each other, where we spent the nights between wine and bedsheets.

No, I can't. The memories we made are still burning me.

When he left everything inside on me broke. I started to drink and drink wine, whiskey, beer... I thought it could help me forget him.

But... No. It didn't.

My depression came out.

The nights are too long to me. I haven't slept well. Everyday I think in him. His dark eyes, his curly hair. His warmth, his smell.

I've been figthing against big demons.

The doctor says I've got emotional dependence. Yes, the doctor Is right. And with emotional dependence, comes the depression.

It doesn't looks good. I can't sleep. All I want to do is talk with him... I want answers...

Our adventures were dangerous but fun. Everyday by his side was different. The sex was great too...

But this Is the past... I'm trying to get better. I haven't done anything bad. I'm trying to love myself, because this Is the only way to get better, to forget him.

But I need answers, I need to understand why he left me. When I can't sleep, my mine starts its race, the what ifs appear and disappear. Some nights, I think in him, in our life together. Me, sleeping in his arms. The nights when he used to make me scream his name, because the desire was burning us.

My insomnia it's been my companion this year. Well, when I hadn't gone to the doctor.

Now, I feel better, but... Yes!!! I need answers. I need to know what happened to him, why he left me. This Is what I say to the doctor.

If I know the answer, I'll get better.

But the doctor says that this Is something I can't control. We can't control people's actions or words.

She's right, again.

*****

One year later

Today I start to work in a school. I'm going to teach Spanish, because I grew up in LatinAmerica. I spent my childhood travelling between Argentina, Chile, Colombia, Mexico and Peru. My father was an archeologyst, so that's why I traveled a lot through these countries.

And I went to the university because I wanted to be a teacher. And I made my dream come true.

Today it's a great beginning.

*****

The past

I was in a museum with my parents. My dad was the tour guide, because he was part of an expedition in Peru. He studied Inca Civilization.

That day, people from all countries went to that tour. But something went wrong...

A group of mercenaries kidnapped me and my dad.

They were looking for a relic in Peru and they thought my dad knew its location. But my dad didn't know.

That's when I saw those dark eyes for the first time. But I hadn't fell in love... I was scared.

My dad told them he didn't know anything about that relic. He told them the truth. They went to my dad' house, his work place... The found that my dad was right.

They let us go.

Six months later, Marc went back to Peru, looking for... ME!!!

-Go away from me!!! - I told him. - You were one of the mercenaries that kidnapped my dad and me. Go. Away. Now.

-That's a warm welcome. - He said.

I started to run. He followed me.

I went to a market, to feel save. I found a policeman and I told him about Marc. But... Nothing happened.

5:00 PM and I was in the market. I was scared. I needed to go to home, I needed to take a shower. To get this stress out of me.

5: 30 PM... I went out from the market. Marc wasn't there anymore.

I arrived to home...

-Hello... Y/N

-What the hell...? - I shouted.

-I think you left that window open.

I took a jar and I broke it. I took one of the glass pieces to defend myself... But I cut my left hand. The blood started to run through my hand, then, my wrist and my arm.

Carajo!!! Diablos!!! Oh sh*t

-It Seems bad. - He said.

-I don't care...

-I don't want to hurt you...

-Wh...what???

-Trust me.

-Why would I trust in the guy that kidnapped me? I'm not afraid if I have to kill you. - My gaze found his gaze. I was feeling brave, I was telling him the truth.

-Put that glass down. Let me talk.

-That's not what you told us the day you and your friends kidnapped my dad and me. ¡Vete al carajo! ¡Toma tu m*erda y llévatela lejos de aquí!

-I don't understand... Are you speaking in Spanish... Aren't you?

- No me importa sino me entiendes. I don't care if you don't understand me. - I stood up in front of him, holding the piece of glass.

-I won't hurt you. I don't have weapons. I'm disarmed.

-Should I trust you?

-If you want to check...

-No, I won't.

-Good choice.

- I don't have time for your games.

-I'm going to be brief... How many languages do you speak? - His question Made me felt confused.

-I don't understand... - He closed the distance between us, and took the piece of glass from my hand. Then he threw it.

My breath started to race.

-Do you see? I won't hurt you!!! Can... Can I...? - His gaze was on my left hand.

-No! I can handle it!!!

-At least, you know I won't hurt you.

-What do you want from me?

- I read your LinkedIn profile. You speak four languages...

-Yes...

-You could help me...

-Why I could help a guy like you?

-Because you could earn a lot of money.

-No, I'm not interested. I'll pass.

I took off my sweater and cleaned my hand.

He left my home. And I could take care of my hand's wound.

The next morning, he was waiting for me in my work place.

-Oh God!!! Why don't you just give up?! I told you I'm not interested.

-Good Morning for you too!

-I don't mind... Let me alone!!!

-I'll. Let. You. Alone. If you join me.

-No! I said no!

*****

Marc was stubborn. I started to see him everyday until I said yes. He wanted to talk with a peruvian paleontologist about the relic that he and his group of mercenaries looked for.

Spanish wasn't his favorite language. He didn't speak Spanish.

The paleontologist gave me a great answer. The place we should start the research.

*****

Egypt

Since Peru, I joined him. I worked as a spy. Not like Black Widow, but I was good.

That night in Egypt, six years ago, we spent our first night together. I completed six months working with him, learning self defense among other things.

For the mission, we had to pretend we were married. He couldn't book two rooms. We had to be careful with all these kind of details.

-So... What are you going to do now? - I asked him.

-Would you like to have a cup??? - He asked. He was relaxed.

-Mmm...Sure... Why not?

I take the cup. The wine was good.

There's silence between us.

-Y/N Are you OK???

-Yes... Sure...

-Ok. I won't bother you.

-I think I'll go for a walk... Er... Or... - I saw the bed in front on me. The only bed in the room.

-I'll take other cup.

-Oh, good. I don't want more wine.

-You look tired...

-Yes... Er... yes. Sí. Oui. Evet. Yes. I'm tired.

-And why didn't you tell me?

-This is strange. You... And me ... Here...

-It's business. It's work. You know that. Don't you?

I nodded. Marc sat down with me in a sofa.

-So... What's strange? We're just partners.

-Yes... We are...

He looked at me, his gaze was deep. My cheeks started to get warm.

I looked at him, feeling my heart racing.

Marc stood up. Then, he went to the door.

-If you want me to stay with you here... Please, tell me. - Oh my God. His voice was strong.

-Wh...What?

- Don't be a bad girl.

-I...I don't understand.

-Well, I'll leave you. I'll let you sleep.

-No... - I shouted. -No.

-So...? What do you have to say?

-Stay with me. - Oh my... Yes... I want him here with me.

I stood up in front of him.

-Don't go.

-Good girl. - He ran his thumb through my jaw. His touch was like fire.

I kissed him... I couldn't resist. He put his hands in my waist, then he got closer to me. The kiss was full of desire. His chest and mine were so closed. I felt his heartbeat.

His tongue was running through my neck. My skin was shivering. I put my hands in his hair.

I closed my eyes, feeling the warm increasing, my belly was tickling. Then, we moved to the bed.

Marc sat down, I stood up in front of him. His gaze was on fire, his gaze was travelling through all my body.

I was feeling sexy, excited, on fire.

I sat down on his legs. My legs were on the bed. My thighs started to ache. He took off my shirt. I had my bra, which also he took off.

My breasts were free. All for him. He took each one with care, then, his mouth licked one of them, suckled my nipple.

The pleasure was increasing inside of me. My body was like jelly. I surrendered to his mouth, to his caresses.

He did the sale with my other breast.

Oh god!!!

He knew how to make a lady travel through the stars.

Oh god!!!

He went back to my lips. He bit my lower lip. Then, he took my hair, he put my head back, exposing my neck. His tongue was doing its magic again.

I moaned. My body was yours. My body was the place I wanted him to visit.

-Mmmm... - He muttered.

- Please, don't stop. - I muttered too.

Then my back fell to the bed. He's above me.

-Unbotton my t-shirt. - He ordered me.

-Yes...

I did what he commanded. His skin had scars, but they looked sexy. His chest looked strong.

I caressed his chest. He muttered. He took off his t-shirt. His bare chest was a delight to my sight.

After that, he took off my belt. His hands were running through my breasts, my belly until he took off my jean.

He caressed my legs, then, his tongue was looking for my inner thighs.

Ah!!! My sking was burning in desire. The pleasure increased a lot. I wanted him so badly.

He got up. He looked at me. His gaze was on fire. He looked like Adonis.

He took off his pants.

-Sit down. - He commanded.

- Yes... Of...Of course.

- Take off my boxers.

I did it. I saw his cock.

-You can touch it!!! Caress it!!!

I did it. He moaned. My cheeks were warmer.

He threw me back on the bed. Then, he opened my legs. His hands caressed them.

He put himself above me.

-I know what you want... But ...

-But???

-You must say it.

- I want you...

Yes, I wanted you inside of me, hardly.

- I want you, right here, right now.

- Your wish Is my command.

His hips started to move slowly, I felt his cock. He increased the rythm, his hips and mine were moving like one. My muscles tensed, I needed to feel him hardly.

My hands caressed his back. My legs were intertwined around his waist.

The pleasure was increasing. The ache was increasing, until he came first. Feeling him came inside of me, helped me to reach the pleasure too.

He kissed me. Then he put his back on the bed, taking me under his arms.

Oh god!!!

I started to fell in love with him since we finished the Peru mission. I knew it was dangerous. But... I couldn't control my feels.

He was determined, strong. He was brave, bold. He was sexy ... Of course!!!

It took four years to deepen our relationship. Everyday by his side was an adventure.

But ... He left me in England. We were sleeping in the same bed but when I slept, I was alone. I found that note:

"Good Bye"

Seven letters. Two words. One heart broken, a mind full of questions.

*****

It's good to see you again

(Present, six years later)

Therapy and medicine have been helping me.

I'm different now.

I work in a school as Spanish teacher. Powerful people helped me to delete my criminal record.

I start a new life in France.

This Is good. I'm going to live one of my bets experiences in my life.

*****

I'm cooking some pasta. I like it. I drink some wine too. It's a party flavor inside my mouth.

There's a knock in the door... I open it...

-Y/N!!!

-What the hell?

It's him ... Marc...

-I need your help.

-Oh... You... Coward. Why should I help you this time?

- I deserve all your insults. I know that.

- You should go to hell.

-Yep!!! That too!!!

-Why... Why did you leave me? - I can't hide it anymore. The time to know answers has arrived. - Why did you leave me?

We're in the door.

Marc looks tired.

- I had to. You were in danger.

- Yes, I listened to that answer many times. Why Is this different from the past?

- When you love someone, you take care of that person whatever it takes. If you were by my side you could be kidnapped, or worst...

-You weren't alone, Marc. You knew that. I had been in a bloody hell through this years.

- I know.

- I had to go to therapies. I had thought something bad happened to you. I couldn't sleep because of you.

- I know. That's why I left.

-My love doesn't mean anything to you. Does it?

-I didn't want to hurt you.

-But you did.

- I know.

- Don't be a coward.

-I'm not being a coward. I'm trying to keep you safe.

-From what? Eh? From what?!!!

- The bad guys. That mission un Egypt was getting worse and worse. When we found that sarcophagus, things went worse. The buyer threatened me.

I had to help him in other missions against my will because he would hurt you. He would kill me. I had a debt with him before I met you and the price for paying it, was losing you.

- But... - I take a breath. This Is so much.

I take a seat in the living room, trying to understand what Marc has just said.

Marc comes in and closes the door. Then, he takes a seat near me.

-If it helps... I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry.

-You could handle the situation in a better way. Couldn't you?

- I could. But... I was scared. I tried to do my best. It's good to see you again.

- Marc, I... Ahhh!!! .... I love you. If you need help, you know you can count on me. But... You're full of secrets, the more I know you the more I'm confused... It's not easy.

- Yes...

-I know you're not an opened book, but you can trust me. I love you... Confused or not, I still love you.

- I love you too...

#marvel fan fiction #marvel fanfiction #moonknight #moonknight fan fiction #marc spector x reader #marc spector is daddy #marc spector x you #fan fiction

[fanmoose12]

Partners

Characters: Petra Ral, Levi, Hanji Zoe x Levi

Genre: Action / Mystery / Romance

Rating: T

Detective!au

Summary: when Petra was promoted to a detective and partnered up with legendary Levi Ackerman, she felt like the happiest person in the world.

But, as she soon found out, detective Ackerman she used to admire so much was actually a far cry from the ideal policeman Petra thought he was. He was rude, harsh and easily annoyed. And, in addition, he still hadn’t moved on from the death of his previous partner - detective Hange Zoe.

Chapter 12/14

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Сhapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Сhapter 7

Сhapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

All his accounts went into trash. His books, phone and laptop soon followed.

His weapons – his trusty knife and favorite pistol – laid discarded on a floor. Next he happened upon an old, beaten toy – a monkey with its head almost torn off. It was the only thing that was left from his father, and, just for a moment he hesitated, debating if he really should throw it away.

Zeke looked at it, the edge of his vision swimming, and sighed, letting it join the pile of trash beside him.

In the end, parting with that toy was just as easy as parting with his father.

It was harder to discard another treasure of his – baseball glove, still white and soft even after all these years. If the monkey was a gift from his father, the glove was given to him by a man who had actually raised him.

Mister Xaver… I really fucked this all up, didn’t I?

He cradled the glove to his chest, taking some comfort in the feeling of its familiar texture beneath his fingers. As he held it close to his heart, Zeke knew that he couldn’t get rid of it. He wasn’t a sentimental man but that glove – it was the only thing in this world that he treasured.

Running his fingers all over it, he put it down on a floor and resumed his task.

The pile of trash grew, filling with papers, plans, blueprints. He threw it all away, a sort of satisfaction washing over him as he got rid of everything.

Maybe, it was his start of a new life. Prison was meant to change people, wasn’t it?

A dry, mirthless chuckle made its way past his lips, as he continued shifting through various, now meaningless documents, before a sudden bang that came from the first floor made him pause.

Zeke looked up, straining his hearing. The loud steps sounded on a stairwell. They kept approaching the room he was in, and their heaviness was worrying.

Whoever was looking for him, they were awfully angry.

The door to his office was thrown open, and Zeke turned around, catching the whirlwind of motion from the corner of his eyes. That was all the warning he got before he was roughly yanked up and his back met the hard surface of a concrete wall. His glasses tattered to the floor, the back of his head erupted in sharp pain and Zeke groaned, struggling to focus his eyes on the offender.

He didn’t need his vision to recognize him, though. The low, shiver-inducing voice of detective Ackerman was very hard to forget.

“Where is she?”

Despite the burning fire in his narrow grey eyes, despite his trembling fingers that gripped Zeke’s shirt so tightly that it was starting to tear at the seams, Levi’s voice was calm. And despite the burning fire in his narrow grey eyes, despite his trembling fingers that gripped Zeke’s shirt so tightly that it was starting to tear at the seams Zeke felt like it was simply calm before the storm.

The intensity of Levi’s gaze was making his stomach turn unpleasantly. Zeke tried to get out of the chokehold Levi had him in, but Levi merely grunted and further tightened his grasp.

“Where is she?” he repeated, shaking Zeke’s body like it weighted nothing.

What was the meaning of this, Zeke couldn’t even begin to fathom. Hange already asked him the same thing, what was the point of Levi repeating the question? Did he not trust her? Why did he come, and why he did it alone? Were they not in a hurry? Why were they wasting their time like this?

Zeke wanted to joke, wanted to smirk and rile Levi up a little more, but considering the state Levi was in… Perhaps, further riling it up would not end too well.

“I told your partner already, detective. I don’t know where your Petra is.”

For a second, Levi seemed surprised. His eyes widened and his hold on Zeke lessened. But it lasted for no more than a moment. Then his anger returned, more vicious than it was before.

“Don’t try to fuck with me,” he growled, absolutely wild. “Where is Hange? She came to see you, but didn’t come back. If you have done something to her…”

Zeke didn’t need to hear the end of that sentence. He was close to hyperventilating as it was.

“Hange left,” he said simply, hoping that Levi would believe him. If he wouldn’t… Zeke was afraid to think what Levi would do. He knew just how much Hange meant to him. He didn’t wish to know what Levi would do if any harm came her way again. “I don’t know what happened next, but she left this place unharmed. She was hurrying to meet with you.”

Levi let him go, as abruptly as he had grabbed.

“She didn’t come back…” he spoke feverishly, fingers clawing at his nape. “She promised but she didn’t, and if she isn’t with you…”

Zeke’s mouth fell open, as he stared at Levi. The detective he once perceived as cold and uncaring was now breaking in front of his eyes, his desperation so strong and urgent that he let even Zeke see this side of him.

His fingers twitched, the need to placate his enemy almost impossible to ignore. He thought if he should lay a hand on his shoulder, give him at least some semblance of comfort, but would Levi welcome it? Or would he slap his hand away and mock him for his sudden burst of empathy?

The latter was more probable, so Zeke stayed put, watching the unravelling scene with a sense of weak helplessness.

“Petra is missing too,” Levi continued, pacing around. “And it’s my fault, I was supposed to protect her, I have to get her back, but Hange… I can’t—” he took a shuddering breath, his voice wavering. “I can’t—”

“You can’t lose her for the second time,” Zeke finished, his soft tone surprising them both. “I can’t pretend to know how you feel,” he lost people before – first his mother, then his father, although that had been a result of his own choice and mistake, then Mister Xaver... But it didn't happen like this. There was no uncertainty, no what-ifs possible. Only crushing, overwhelming pain. But to have hope and then watch it get destroyed... Zeke could only imagine the agony it brought along. “Detective, I think I can help you in searching for her.”

Zeke didn’t quite know what had possessed him, what had made him say these words and look at Levi with a rare sincerity in his eyes.

Perhaps, he was tired – of always being the bad guy, of causing others pain and misery, of caring for only himself.

For the first time in his life, he longed to do good. To help and be kind to someone, even if that someone was his rival.

“I’ll help you, detective,” Zeke said, more sure this time. He picked up his glasses, put them on, and smirked, reveling in the dumbfounded look that had taken over Levi’s features. “We’ll get your partner back. I promise you.”

***

Petra naively thought that it couldn’t get any worse. She so foolishly thought that getting kidnapped, dragged and then tied up to a chair in some dark, smelly room was the worst of her nightmares.

But it wasn’t.

She realized the horror of it all only now, when she saw the body of unconscious Hange Zoe pushed down on a chair beside her.

If Hange was there, if she was injured and taken, then what had happened to Levi? What had they done to him if he had allowed them to take Hange away?

Just thinking about it made Petra tremble.

She was alone now, the two men had left, but the silence and the horrible, viscous feeling of not knowing what was going to happen next were slowly suffocating her.

Petra didn’t know how much time had passed, but Hange wasn’t waking up. The blood kept flowing down her face and her breathing kept growing more shallow, and Petra kept trying to stop her tears.

She didn’t want to cry, she wanted to be brave and strong, wanted to meet her end with her head held high, but damn it, she didn’t want to die. Not like this, not when— not when everything just started to come together. She had friends, a good job, someone who loved her… She didn’t want to lose it all now.

But she most probably would have to, and the realization finally broke her. Petra sniffled, a quick sob falling from her lips.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered, not quite knowing what she was apologizing for or whose forgiveness she wanted to have.

She was sorry, though. For everything she was going to lose, for all things she didn’t get to experience. For…

“Oi, Petra…” the deep, husky voice made her jump. Petra turned her head to the side and nearly squealed, when she met the deep brown of Hange’s iris. “Cheer up, we aren’t done yet.”

“Hange!” Petra cried out, relief spilling even more of her tears. If she could, she’d run into Hange’s arms. Then again, if she could move, they wouldn’t be here at all.

“Are you alright?” Hange squinted, failing to take a good look at Petra without her glasses.

“Good, I’m good. And you?”

“Had been worse,” the grin was probably meant to make Petra feel better. But when Hange curled her lips up, she exposed her bloodied teeth, and the sight forced Petra to let out another sob. “Sorry,” Hange winced. “Can you move?”

Petra stared at her, confused. Didn’t Hange see that she was tied up?

“Your chair, can move it closer to mine?” Hange clarified. “Just an inch would be enough.”

Petra braced herself, curling her hands around the back of the chair. She bent her legs as much as she could, and then stretched them out, slightly lifting the chair and bringing it closer to Hange.

“Just a little more,” Hange asked, and Petra nodded, repeating the action.

“Excellent,” Hange praised, her voice kind. “Can you do another thing for me? Try to untie the knot on my hands. I think you’re close enough to do it.”

Again, Petra nodded, and set out to work. Unwrapping the rope proved to be a much harder task than jumping up on a chair, and on top of it all she couldn’t even see what she was doing, but Hange’s soft cheering encouraged her to continue.

She dug her fingers into the rough material, picking apart every thread with her nails. It took more time than Petra expected, but finally the rope fell onto the ground, and Hange chuckled, raising her now free hand to ruffle Petra’s hair.

“Good job,” she smiled so brightly Petra just had to smile back. “Now let me free you, and we can get out of here.”

“Okay.”

Hange’s fingers touched her bound hands, and Petra laughed, feeling incredibly giddy. Here she was crying because she thought that was the end, but Hange helped her, Hange saved her and now they were going to—

Her happy thoughts were interrupted by a sudden appear of loud footsteps. They sounded close, just behind the door.

Hange froze, murmuring a quiet, but vicious curse.

“Sorry,” she whispered to Petra, and then bolted up, returning to her previous position on a chair. She moved her hands behind her, making it look like they were still bound.

The door opened a second later, revealing the red-headed scary man.

“I see you’re awake now, Hange,” Floch smiled, swimming up closer. “I must say I quite enjoy seeing you like this.”

Hange said nothing, just grunted, as she watched the man move, approaching closer and closer. Her gaze grew more intense with every step Floch made, and when he was close, when he stood just beside Hange, looming over her, Hange let her lips pull into a smile. She sent Petra a quick, wicked look, and then launched forward, her fist raised up and ready. It connected with the Floch’s nose with a loud sound that made Petra smile too.

“I must say,” Hange said, holding Floch by his shoulders. “I quite enjoy seeing you like this.”

She didn’t give him the time to recover and dealt another blow, this one aimed at his abdomen. Floch bent over, curling onto himself. Hange raised her leg this time and kicked his knee, forcing him to fall over.

Floch hollered in pain and Hange hit him again, just to make sure he wouldn’t try to get up.

“Now where have we left off?” she turned to Petra with a smile that looked just a little too feral.

Hange crouched down next to her once more, returning to her bindings. Petra wasn’t the one, who was fighting just now, but the speed of her breathing increased, and she couldn’t quite tear her eyes away from Floch, who was still curled up on a floor.

She prayed that Hange would get her out soon, but didn’t dare to actually urge her on. She didn’t wish for Hange to lose her focus, so Petra sat and she watched, picking up the smallest movements from Floch.

But, as it turned out, it wasn’t Floch she had to be afraid of. It was the other man, the one who wasn’t even in the same room with them.

Yet.

***

Oluo fixed the bulletproof vest for the tenth time in the last minute. It was squeezing his chest in an uncomfortable, suffocating manner. And the place, where the gun was resting inside a holster on his hip, burned him even through layers of clothes. The gun was still hidden, unused. For how long would it last?

Oluo cursed and looked up ahead, focusing on a wide back of Captain Erwin Smith.

“Sir?” Oluo approached him. “Should we start the mission?”

They had located the house, they had checked every entrance and exit and circled the whole perimeter. But Erwin still didn’t give an order to start.

“Five minutes,” he said, and Oluo couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. Five minutes were dragging on for almost half an hour now.

“Sir…” he cautiously began. At any other day, he would never dare to argue with Captain. He wouldn’t even think about starting a conversation with him, but Petra was in danger, and fear and worry for her was making his head spin.

“I know,” Erwin cut him off. Despite his hard, determined face, his voice was quiet. Unsure. It made Oluo lower his eyes in shame. He was worried about Petra, but Captain didn’t feel much better. His two friends were missing too – detective Hange was first to disappear, and now Levi wasn’t answering his calls as well. “I know, we need to get going,” Erwin said. He glanced at his phone, sighing when he saw no missing calls or texts. “Five minutes,” he declared. “Five minutes and we’re going in. I promise.”

***

All of it was her fault.

If Petra was smart like Hange, if she was experienced like Levi, she would know that watching injured Floch was pointless. It was another man, the one she couldn’t yet see, that was an enemy she had to be wary of.

But she wasn’t wary, she was excited, filled with joy and relief.

And Hange was the one who paid for her mistake.

The man returned, but they didn’t saw him at first. Instead, they heard him.

The thundering gunshot shook the whole room, the bullet flying so close to Hange that only her quick reflexes had saved her.

The man raised his gun then, aiming it at her head. “You won’t get so lucky next time,” he spoke. His voice was deep, but not low, betraying just how young he actually was. “Sit down,” he ordered Hange.

Hange hesitated to comply, determination and anger making her face flush. And in that split second that she was able to observe that subtle change in Hange, Petra remembered what Sannes had once told her.

“She was hot-headed and reckless, and in the end, that’s what had gotten her killed.”

She didn’t believe it before, thought it was bitter words from bitter man, but she could see it now – he wasn’t wrong. After all, Hange really did die once.

She braced herself, moving her leg behind her. Preparing to attack, Petra realized suddenly, a helpless whimper escaping her lips. She wanted to stop her, wanted to beg her to follow the man’s order—

The second gunshot did it for her.

Hange grunted, bent over, pressing a hand to a growing blotch of red on her side, but didn’t scream. She swayed but didn’t fall, grabbing the back of a chair for support.

“I won’t repeat myself,” the man said and pointed his gun at the vacant chair.

Hange threw him a long, sizzling look. She straightened out and walked over to the chair, her steps slow, pained, but steady.

“Floch,” the man turned to his accomplice. “Tie her up again. And make sure you do a thorough job this time.”

Floch eagerly nodded, groaning as he pushed himself upwards. He roughly seized Hange’s hands, eliciting another pained grunt out of her, and pulled them behind her back, tying them up with a discarded rope.

“Seems like your luck has died out,” he mocked with a wide smile.

“We’ll see about that,” Hange spit the blood out of her mouth, just barely missing the tip of Floch’s shoe. She raised her head then, meeting Petra’s eyes. Her lips curled in a reassuring smile. “The help is on their way.”

“We won’t be here when they come,” Floch’s friend said. “And you,” he walked further inside the room, stepping into a light of a single lightbulb that now cast a long, flitting shadow. “You won’t be here either.”

The threat made Petra’s blood turn cold, but Hange didn’t seem just as affected. She tilted her head to the side, curiously studying a man in front of her.

“And who are you?” she asked. “I knew Floch was involved, but what’s your deal? What did Zeke do to you?”

“He ruined my life,” he spoke gravelly. “And now I’m going to ruin his.”

“Ruin your life?” in spite of his dark words and solemn mood, Hange scoffed. “You’ve got to be a little more specific, buddy. You’re not the only member of this club.”

The man came closer, pressing his fist to the fresh wound on Hange’s side. She choked and doubled over. The man grimaced and turned his head to look at Floch. “I thought you were exaggerating when you mentioned just how annoying she was,” he said, before returning his attention back to Hange. His green eyes darkened. “Zeke murdered my family. That’s all you need to know.”

Hange gasped, her remaining eye widening. “Murdered your family?” she stuttered, the gears in her head turning rapidly. “It can’t be… I thought it was but a rumor. But if it’s true… does it mean you’re Eren? Zeke’s little brother?”

“Eren Yeager…” Petra murmured, shocked to remember an old case file Oluo had shown to her. “The boy whose family was murdered. But… I thought that killer’s identity remained unknown?”

“You’re smarter than you look,” Eren hummed. “Yes, you’re right, Zeke wasn’t the one who killed them. But he was the one who gave the order to. And I’ll make him pay for that. I’ll make him suffer. Just as I did with the actual murderers.”

“Why not simply kill him then?” Hange questioned. “What’s the point of this whole mess?”

“Zeke didn’t kill me,” Eren’s curled fists trembled, as his eyes filled with righteous fire. “He simply ruined my whole life. I’m going to give him the same curtesy.”

“Zeke is going to end up in prison anyway,” Hange argued, her lips pursed. “Pinning another crime on him is pointless.”

“You were hunting him down for years, Zoe,” Floch spoke up. “You didn’t have much luck in catching him. Besides…”

“Besides, I want him to know it was me,” Eren said. “I want him to know that it was me who got him in prison.”

Hange’s lips curled up, as she lowly chuckled. “No one is going to believe you. Cops aren’t that dumb, you know.”

“Maybe, they aren’t,” Eren agreed easily. “But after they find two murdered detectives, they’ll be out for blood and they won’t really care who to pin this all on.”

“And Zeke will be their only suspect,” Floch smirked. “He has the motive, he has the means… Even the scene of a crime belongs to him. Or do you still not get it, Zoe? Just look around...”

Hange did, her jaw tensing, as the realization slowly kicked in.

“That’s right,” Floch nodded. “You’ve lost an eye here. Now you’re going to lose your life here too.”

His voice, so falsely sweet and friendly, sent shivers down Petra’s spine. She prayed once more, hoping that someone would listen. Hoping that they would be saved.

“Finish them, Floch,” Eren lazily waved his hand. “I’ll be waiting in a car.”

“With pleasure,” Floch purred, taking out his knife. The edge of it glinted caught the light, showing a brief reflection of Petra’s terrified face. That was the last thing she saw, before promptly shutting her eyes in fear.

***

Erwin stared right ahead, as time continued to mercilessly move on.

One minute passed, then two, three… Soon he’d have to give an order to move out, he couldn’t possibly waste any more time, yet still… Still he hesitated. He kept waiting for Hange and Levi to return, thinking that any moment now he would see Levi appear from out of the corner, a furious scowl on his face, as he dragged Hange along, complaining that she had made him make a detour and get her a cup of coffee.

But there was no sign of his friends, and the point on his wrist watch kept moving, and that meant he couldn’t wait any longer.

Just one minute of the five minutes he had promised to Oluo left, when they heard a loud sound, coming from a safe house.

With a shudder, Erwin recognized the sound of a gunshot.

“Sir?” Oluo looked up at him, his face turning even paler. “Should we—”

Oluo didn’t get to finish. Another gunshot sounded.

“We’re starting,” Erwin announced, his jaw set. “Spread the word, Oluo, and get ready.”

Oluo nodded, saluted and rushed to fulfill the order.

Erwin breathed in deeply, taking out his gun. He hoped he wouldn’t need to use it tonight, but if something went wrong, if someone hurt Petra… he’d have no other choice.

“We are ready, sir!” Oluo came back, panting. “Just say the word.”

“Let’s begin then.”

Another deep breath, and Erwin’s fingers tightened around the gun, as he took his first step forward.

Just as expected, the door to the safe house was locked, so he braced himself, angling his shoulder towards the wooden surface. Next to him, Oluo did the same.

“On a count of three,” Erwin warned. “One… Two…”

He never got to three.

“Wait!”

In the exact second that Erwin meant to finish the count, he heard a familiar voice. Not believing he was really there, Erwin turned around. And saw Levi running up to him.

As he had thought, Levi wasn’t alone, someone following right behind him. However, it wasn’t Hange.

It was Zeke Yeager.

***

The headlights turned on, the engine roared, and the car smoothly drove onto the road.

"So what do you think we should do?" Levi asked, keeping his eyes firmly on a road ahead.

What do you think, not what should we do... Interesting.

It was almost cute how much detective Levi tried to be in control now after he had lost it right in front of Zeke. A lesser person would have mocked him for that, Zeke certainly wanted to... But today he felt gracious enough and so decided to gift Levi with an illusion that his authority and dignity was still intact.

“The girl that went missing first - do you know when she was taken?"

"Her name is Petra,” Levi grunted, shooting him a disgruntled look. “And she went missing last night. It's been almost a day since we lost contact with her."

Zeke nodded, his hand moving to cup his chin. "Then we must hurry.”

“We found a place where they’re holding her,” Levi said. “Let’s head there first. Save Petra and then…” he trailed off, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “And then we’ll take care of everything else.”

There it was again, Zeke realized with confusion. That same irritating feeling, the same urge to give Levi some reassurance.

“Maybe, we’ll find Hange there,” he said. “And even if we won’t, she is smart. Strong too. She can take care of herself.”

Levi didn’t answer him, but his shoulders tensed and his jaw clenched.

“There is no need to worry,” he took another attempt, this time meaning to lighten the mood. “She survived even me after all.”

The chuckle died out somewhere in his throat, when he glanced and Levi, and saw him looking back at him with murderous rage.

“Her eye,” he growled. “You will pay for that, Zeke. After this mess is over,” another furious glare, this time it was dark enough to frighten Zeke. He nervously shifted his eyes to the side, focusing on a sight of bright-lit streets passing by. “I’ll make sure you do pay for that.”

“I believe you,” Zeke murmured hoarsely.

“And I believe you,” Levi blurted out suddenly. “Open the glove compartment.”

Zeke did, albeit carefully. The anger disappeared from Levi’s voice. So did hostility. Now he sounded strangely amicable.

Inside the glove compartment was a gun. Zeke stared at it curiously, not quite knowing what to make of it.

“It’s Hange’s,” Levi mumbled like it explained anything.

“And?”

Levi huffed. “And you should take it. I don’t know what’s waiting for us, and I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to protect you.”

Well, that was certainly… a surprising turn of event.

“You trust me that much?”

Zeke honestly wasn’t sure if he would have trusted himself that much. And yet Levi…

“Hange trusts you,” Levi simply said.

Zeke gawked at him. Was it actually that simple to him? Did he have so much trust and faith in Hange that he was ready to put his own beliefs aside?

Something painful bloomed in his chest as Zeke pondered on it. He wondered what it would feel like – to have someone you could trust as easily as yourself, what it would feel like to know that there was someone you could share your everything with. Must be a truly elating feeling.

“We’re almost there,” Levi announced, taking a turn to the left. “Get ready.”

Zeke nodded and took out the gun, getting familiar with its weight.

“It’s Hange’s,” Levi reminded. “So take care of it.”

He honestly hadn’t expected anything else from Levi, so with a low chuckle Zeke replied, “Will protect it with my life, detective.”

Levi’s answer was a short, but unexpectedly soft grunt that made Zeke let out another laugh.

A horrifying in its simplicity thought came right after. Were the two of them bonding?

It should have disgusted him, but it didn’t. It was actually nice in its own, weird way.

However, Levi took another turn, and Zeke’s joyful feelings disappeared. He knew where they were heading now. His old safe house.

So they really were targeting him? But who these they were? And what exactly did they want?

Either way, he’d be able to unravel this mystery in a matter of minutes. For now, Zeke hoped that he’d stuck for the winning team.

Even if he hadn’t, though, it was good that Levi found him before the police had found the bodies of Hange and that Petra. He could only imagine what cops would do to him if they thought that Zeke killed two of their own.

Levi parked the car next to an old abandoned building. He opened the door, putting one foot on a ground. Before he got out, he turned back and fixed his hard eyes Zeke.

“I trust you,” he said. “Don’t make me regret it.”

Zeke could only nod in reply. He wanted to say something else, but by the time he found his words, Levi was already out of the car.

Zeke took his first step towards Levi, when a loud sound – the unmistakable bang of a shotgun – carried around the empty neighborhood.

Levi froze, tensed and then started running. Zeke cursed and followed after him. To his shame, despite his long legs, he could barely keep up.

The entrance to the safe house was already within their eyesight. The building was surrounded by police from all sides. The best of the best, Zeke had no doubt about it.

The second gunshot rang not long after the first one, forcing Levi to run even faster. Zeke rushed after him, sweating and already out of breath.

When they finally got there, the police was ready to attack, their guns drawn and expressions determined.

“Wait!” Levi shouted as they approached.

As on cue, everyone turned their heads to them.

The blonde man on the front stepped forward, his features simultaneously showing relief and confusion.

“Levi,” he shifted his eyes from Levi to Zeke. “Where is—”

“I don’t know.”

“And him?” the man gestured to Zeke. “Can we—”

“Don’t really have a choice. He promised to help for what it’s worth.”

“Alright. Then let’s go. Ready, Levi?”

“Of course, Erwin.”

Oh, that was Erwin Smith? The myth, the legend of the city’s police? Zeke had to admit he was just as impressive in person as the rumors about him promised he would be. He would have loved to observe more of him, to see for himself if he was truly that charismatic.

Although, if he had people like Levi and Hange following him, then there was no doubt that Erwin too was an exceptional person.

Right now, however, Zeke had no time to dwell on it.

“Follow me,” Levi ordered, dragging Zeke behind him. They entered the building together, but when Levi headed to the first turn on the left, Zeke pulled him away.

“No,” he took his gun out and nodded to the long hallway. “You follow me, Levi.”

For a second, Levi hesitated, his eyes flashing. But then studied Zeke’s face, and whatever he had seen there, it had eased his distrust.

“Then lead the way,” he agreed.

The hallways of safe house were dark and quiet, but not for long. As soon as Erwin and his team had entered, the chaos filled every corner.

Zeke rolled his eyes, why did he even expect anything else from that bunch. Still, he would have preferred to approach it with as much stealth as it was possible. Who knew what their enemies would do if they find out that they’re done for.

If it was Floch who was involved in kidnapping, and he must have, since not many people knew about this place, then Zeke knew the room he would choose to stay. The same room where he had lost his calm and detective Hange had lost an eye. He led Levi there, but as they neared their destination, Zeke saw a shadow that ran to the back door.

He caught just a glimpse of the shadow’s face, but that was enough.

He looked just like his father. His baby brother… Was it really him who was out for his blood?

“Go,” he told Levi, already moving in the direction Eren had disappeared. “If there is someone in this house, they’re right behind next door.”

“And you?” Levi didn’t stop him, but he made him pause. However, his eyes showed no distrust this time. Only concern.

“I need to take care of something first,” Zeke said resolutely. “But I’ll be back.”

“Don’t make me regret it,” Levi reminded him, and then let Zeke go.

Zeke watched Levi move forward, and then turned around, heading to the back door.

It was time he had a talk with his brother.

***

Levi didn’t know what he had expected to see behind the door Zeke had pointed him to.

He hoped to see Petra, preferably along with Hange, well and unharmed with their enemies trembling in a corner.

He was afraid to enter and come face to face with Petra, who was bleeding and injured.

He absolutely refused to think about finding Petra and Hange, but realizing that he was already too late.

What he didn’t expect after opening that door was to see Petra trembling and crying. He didn’t expect to see a man standing just a little to her left with a knife raised up in the air. He didn’t expect to see that knife be so close to Hange’s throat.

He didn’t really think before acting, his heart was beating a little too loudly for that.

“Police!” he shouted, raising his gun. “Drop your weapon!”

The man didn’t listen.

Levi’s first shot flew just an inch over the criminal’s head, getting stuck in a wall behind him. The man didn’t even flinch, he turned around just for a moment, long enough to show Levi his bloodthirsty smile.

Levi’s hands trembled, but years of training allowed him to claim a clear shot to the man’s knee all the same.

He yelped and fell down, but Levi wasn’t looking at him anymore. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Erwin and Oluo enter the room. Oluo rushed right to Petra, Erwin met Levi’s eyes and nodded, crouching beside the man Levi just shot.

With everything else taken care of, Levi ran up to Hange. Her face was covered in blood, her shirt too and she was missing her glasses, but when he kneeled down next to her, when their eyes met, she smiled and Levi could finally breathe again.

“You saved me…” her eye was shining so brightly, the edge of it brimming with tears. “I knew you would, Levi.”

The lump in Levi’s throat grew large, too large to swallow, so he simply nodded and went to undo the bindings behind her back, but his fingers kept shaking and the rope refused to give in. He cursed and tried again and again, until Erwin appeared beside him and gently pushed him away.

“Just make sure our Hange is alright,” he whispered with a gentle smile.

He did just as Erwin had told him, but when he looked at Hange again, saw all her injuries and wounds, he was overwhelmed once more. He felt so many things at once – relief, happiness, anger, fear, love. It all swirled around his head, making him dizzy.

What if he wasn’t fast enough? What if he didn’t listen when Zeke told him not to take the first turn or what if he didn’t trust him to go on his own and followed him outside? Just a second more and there would be no Hange. He’d be left alone, without her once again. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive it for the second time.

“I’m fine, Levi,” Erwin must have already dealt with the rope, because Hange’s hands were now free and she outstretched them towards him, grasping at his shoulders to pull him closer. “I’m fine.”

She wasn’t, Levi could feel the blood sipping through her shirt and onto his jacket. Hange wasn’t fine, but she was here, with him, still breathing, still warm in his arms. He pressed her to him – desperate, but careful, and took a deep breath, filling himself with her scent. There was almost too much blood and sweat on her, and it was almost enough to mask her true smell, but Levi had still felt it.

He allowed himself another moment to get immersed in it.

“Don’t leave,” he said, not caring that he sounded like he was begging. “Please, don’t leave me again, Hange.”

“I won’t,” there were gentle fingers in hair, then soft lips on his temple. If he wasn’t so out of it, Levi would have been embarrassed. He was the one who was supposed to give Hange comfort right now. She was kidnapped and almost murdered. And yet… the one trembling and panting was him. “And even if I do, I trust you to always get me back home.”

A strong hand on his shoulder forced Levi to look up and pull himself away from Hange.

“We should take her to the hospital,” Erwin said, his face showing the same worry Levi was feeling. “I already called an ambulance. Would you like me to—”

“No,” Levi declined. “I’ll do it myself. C’mon, four-eyes,” he threw her arm around his shoulders and hooked his hand beneath her knees. “Let’s get going.”

Before he lifted Hange up in the air, he glanced back, searching for Petra. She was on the floor with Oluo clinging onto her. The poor sod seemed to be crying, and Petra curled around him, whispering soothing words.

God, and Levi thought he was pathetic.

Tightening his hold on Hange, he gathered her in his arms and slowly stood up.

“Oh no, have I died and gone to heaven?” Hange cackled, throwing her head back. “The great Levi Ackerman is carrying me in his arms…”

Levi rolled his eyes, hiding a smile. Seemed like Hange wasn’t that injured if she was already back to her insufferable self.

“Shut up or I’ll throw you to the ground.”

“Nah,” Hange claimed confidently, ruffling his hair as though to prove her point. “You won’t do that.”

“Absolutely insufferable,” he murmured, shooting Hange a dark look. It was ruined by a smile that he was fruitlessly trying to fight.

Hange smiled back and that’s how Levi knew – they’d be alright.

#look! we're (almost) done! #just two more short chapters and that's it! #levihan

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A/N : Update because i realized i have zero context for this. 😅

Modern! Single dad! Reiner with GN reader. Theme is meet-cute. 4.8k mentions of death, war, and injury. More along the lines of fluff with slight smut so minors DNI. ENJOY 😊

The young woman ran from Eldia, from a home torn apart with war. One arm caged her son Reiner against her chest, the other hand held fast to the child of her sister, the rest of their family dead. Still in the throes of grief that threatened to tear apart her soul, her only thought was to save the children in her arms. A prayer that they soon would find themselves someplace safe and far away from this nightmare dragged into daylight was whispered unceasingly on chapped lips.

Years later, at 24, Reiner Braun has worn each stage of life like too-tight skin. Skin split down his back as he tried to find freedom with each forward step. Each new layer would crack across the knuckles, dripping blood-soaked memories. More cracks formed down his chest, broken and straining against the strong beat of his heart. He had run from childhood into the military without a second to breathe let alone think. A military that sent him to that first forgotten home to kill his own people that everyone was raised to see as monsters. Yet on the return, he could only see them as a single entity being lead to slaughter. The sight of his mother's tears when he had left burned in his dreams before turning into the screams of comrades who hadn't come home. With that, he now carries himself like a broken weapon, only good for being melted down and used for scrap.

Upon an old motorcycle, Reiner settled down in the traffic, kickstand on the road. They hadn't moved in a while, and from what little he could see, they wouldn't be for a while. As if the sky above had conspired against his desire to have a peaceful night with half-forgotten family before returning to the apartment — to the death that waited. A clean, loaded rifle, with the barrel ready for him to swallow so he could greet the stars above. Would they be welcoming in their cold light? Most of them were long dead after images, just as he was only the mirage of whatever broken mold there had been before. Still, he would say his goodbyes while they welcomed his brother's baby girl into this broken world.

Slowly, traffic moved forward after an age of stillness. A silent prayer of thanks to whatever power kept the world spinning escaped Reiner's lips. The thanks turned into that sharp inhale of one who is trying to stay calm when faced with carnage. His eyes widened at the sight of the crash, one car so mangled as to be unrecognizable, trapped under a jack-knifed semi-truck. Blood dripped down a mangled hand, a ring glinting in a shaft of sunlight. Reiner wasn't sure if he felt envy or pity for the poor bastard. He crawled past and on towards the hospital where his family waited.

"Mr. Braun?" Reiner stood and turned towards the voice, faltering for a moment when he saw a policeman standing with a doctor. Their expressions were agonized, bodies as stiff as corpses on a sting.

"Yes?"

"I'm Doctor Cooper and this is Officer Forger. I'm afraid we have terrible news."

Reiner had known something was wrong when the nurse at the desk had, with the face of a ghost, told him to sit when he gave his name. How she had whispered into her phone, "He's here," when his back was turned. He sat stone-still, mind spinning. What could it be? What could be so bad that not one of the family could greet him? His heart thumped against cracked ribs, the scabbed-over, broken skin now oozing fresh blood at the strength of it. Fear filled his blood, choking the air.

"There was an accident. Your mother and brother were involved in a car crash and died. Your sister-in-law, upon hearing the news, became frantic, and in the attempt to restrain her, stitches from the caesarian tore open. We tried to save her but sadly were unable to do so."

Reiner felt the world stop, a shuddering breath turning to poison in his lungs. The car under the semi… Had that been them?

"What about..." His voice faltered before the soldier in him took over. "What about the baby? Gabi?"

"She’s fine. Healthy baby girl. There will be paperwork and other legalities to take care of, but it looks like you’re the only family she has left."

At nearly 30, this latest skin Reiner wears hardly fits him any better than others in the past. It still bleeds at the knuckles, staining his hands crimson. The baby turned toddler and now child, calling him Dad, not Uncle, even as Reiner tried to convince her otherwise. Gabi is as headstrong as both he and his brother combined. She has learned from her friends that he fits the definition of a dad, and so he is Dad. As such, he has taken this new name like a vow to be the best he could be. The rifle was long ago sold, his old uniform and medals placed in a locked box at the back of his closet, left to rot. The apartment that would have welcomed his death has now been left behind. With his daughter, they have made a faraway condo their home.

"Dad! It's time for the park!" Gabi calls, her little feet dancing loudly at the back door.

"I hear you, I hear you. One second," Reiner calls back from the kitchen, filling a water bottle before adding it to a backpack, along with some snacks.

Gabi continues to stamp her feet and huff as he puts on his jacket and shoes. Then they are out the back door, to the gate that leads from their backyard into the park. Gabi is already running top speed to the playground. Reiner just lengthens his strides to keep up, not even trying to get her to slow down. It’s as futile as trying to stop a rocket with bare hands.

At the park on the benches, three moms sit like The Fates squabbling over their single eye. He takes his place on another bench, close enough to hear them but only just. His mind is more focused on watching the children than listening to their continual tainted stream of gossip.

"Did you hear? The old condo sold, and apparently it’s the sister of that shrew," one hisses.

"They’re going to be living next to each other. It’s a family," a second observes. She must have spent the night over Facebook and wine again.

"Oh, look... Here comes the shrew. The kid must be the sister’s," the final woman — the ringleader — observes.

This catches Reiner's attention. He looks up from the kids to see the new arrivals. You are heart-stopping, wearing a black leather jacket and light pink shirt, snug jeans, and leather boots. Your hand is intertwined with one belonging to a small child, puffy in their coat and boots, and you silently encourage them forward to the swings. They look back at you before running towards Gabi to introduce themselves. Already her hand is taking the place of yours, and they are off running and tumbling across the playground.

Reiner has heard of you before, sure, the mothers only calling you “the shrew.” The only other single person on this block, they tried to set you two up as soon as they learned he was also single. But he never agreed and neither did you. An action he now regrets as his eyes drift back over you, a warm smile dancing on your lips as you stand before The Fates while they weigh you in the scale of their own image. He knows they already find you both lacking. Their ideal of white picket fences with a spouse and two children, with the only variant being what pet you own, doesn’t match the lines you have drawn around as your framework. And yet you stand, head high, knowing you are your own ideal. It is like looking at a river breaking the bonds others would have forced on it — magnificent, leaving him hungry for any scrape of attention you would throw at him. A shriek of delight recalls his attention to the children, even as he strains to hear the nectar that drips from your lips.

"Yes, my sister bought the condo next to me. Rin is the kid's name. I'm watching them today. Yes, my sister will be wanting to join the Facebook group. No, I still don't have a Facebook and won't be joining." Your voice is clipped against the torrent of questions.

Finally, you get away from them and come sit next to him. He can feel the blush rising to his face.

"God, they’re catty. I almost thought they were going to try and eat my heart." Reiner chuckles at this. "I'm Y/N. And you?"

"Reiner Braun."

"Which one is yours?"

"The one with dark brown hair leading the group. Her name is Gabi."

"Cute. Not even five and already a leader."

"Six, actually."

"So close."

"Not in her eyes."

"No, you’re right. Never in the eyes of the child is ‘close’ good enough when it comes to their age and how they wish to be treated." Reiner lifts an eyebrow. "Rin has to say their exact age down to the day and expects everyone else to do the same. But they also desire to be given the same respect as a child twice their age." You pause, eyes wandering the outlines of him. "Househusband?"

"No, our tale is a bit more tragic. She was my brother's child, but our family is... Our family is gone." His voice is ice numb, with the passage of time scabbing over those wounds. Yet he hears you suck in broken air at the revelation.

"I'm sorry to ask."

"I'm not. She changed my life for the better, even if it came with heartache."

"You don't look like a philosopher, Reiner Braun, but you talk like one."

"Oh, do I?"

"Just a bit." You offer him a small smile and it is a sunbeam through the rain.

The conversation is molasses, honey-sweet and slow, an amber spyglass that sharpens and colors in the lines you both have drawn around yourselves. He learns about what you call a sedentary life of living and working from home, broken up with family events and vacations. But it is a life you love, even in solitude. The way your eyes glow with each spilled word has his heart skipping like the children you both watch in between shy glances made of the spun sugar of new yearning.

You learn about Reiner's struggle with being thrust into his guardianship soon after his return home from war. His struggle to find a job that would allow him to be there for Gabi. The path that eventually led him to be a building inspector. He can feel the words rise from places within him that are both featherlight yet suck at his soul like tar. This time, his glance is rewarded with your eyes locked on his, your lip caught in your teeth.

"I know I should say thank you for your service, but your eyes look so haunted." There is compassion written in your eyes that says more than a thousand speeches about the honor he should feel from being a soldier, about doing his country proud. It's overwhelming, so he looks away, afraid to break at this lightest touch of tenderness.

Far too soon, the sky begins its slow turn to dusk. Far too soon, it is just Gabi and Rin running around. Far too soon, you both are the only ones left, yet there is no move to leave. It is comfortable, sitting together as the children run. As if it is a comfortable silence built by months and years of understanding and not just moments and hours.  

"It's getting late, but I don't want to say goodbye." Your voice is whisper soft.

"Then don't. You’re both welcome to come over for dinner." His boldness is a surprise, even as he waits with bated breath for your answer. The words begin to slip from your smiling lips.

A discordant, jarring noise fills the air, making you both jump in fright before turning to nervous laughter. You hold up your phone, wincing as you see the name across the screen — a reminder of something previously forgotten.

"Hey, sis."

"What do you mean, ‘Hey, sis’? Where is Rin? I've been texting you for the past ten minutes and haven't heard anything back. Are you guys okay?" Pulling the phone away from your ear as the person on the other end shouts, Reiner grimaces in sympathy.

"Yeah, sorry, Rin is fine. We’ve been having lots of fun at the park. They made a friend."

The voice on the other end goes soft after your apology, so much so that he can't hear it. Not that he should have been listening to your conversation. He turns to face the children, watching them laugh as they go down a slide, tangled together. The blinding brilliance of childhood friendships made in innocence.

"Sorry, Rin was supposed to be home by now. Raincheck?" You offer a small smile in apology.

"Of course." He recites to you his phone number before turning to the children. "Gabi! Rin! Time!" His voice is loud enough to carry but not a shout, never a yell in anger. The two children pop up like weasels before scrambling over.

Rin holds on to Gabi's hand and won't let go. Gabi, too, has a determined look about her that he has seen for so long yet it still affects him, filling him with pride over how fierce she is.

"No. I want to keep playing with Rin. Can they sleep over?" Her voice is the high-pitched whistle of a fire in the clouds. Until you get down to their level, a serenity about you like the sea.

"I promise, you and Rin can play again really soon. Rin is moving here next month. But I'll try and get Rin down here again before then, okay?"

"Okay," She grumbles, the two dropping their interlocked hands. Rin wrapping their arms about your neck, head tucked against your shoulder.

Cooing to the child, you give Reiner one final smile before leaving.

"I'll text you later, Reiner." How you say his name has him weak-kneed. He wants to hear it again, bottle the sound and use it to fuel this newfound addiction. So lost in his name written in your voice, he stands rock still as you walk away.

"Dad?" Gabi tugs at him, her small hand hardly wrapping around his first couple of fingers.

Shaking off the spell of your voice he turns to her, kneeling himself. "Yeah, sweetie?"

"What's for dinner?"

"How about breakfast?" he asks, grunting softly as he picks her up with one arm, the other grabbing the backpack.

"Can I have waffles with whipped cream?"

"Sure, if you ask nicely."

"Please, Dad!" she squeals in delight.  

"I'll get it ready. Why don't you go take a bath and get in your PJs?" Setting her down to open up the back gate, he holds it open for her before locking it once he is through.

"Okay!" Hardly remembering to take off her boots and coat, she is running up the stairs, unable to contain her energy and excitement. Reiner smiles at this blessing he has been given. A tree growing again after a fire, healing from its damage.

Reiner has learned the relaxation his mother taught him was in cooking, in feeding those you love with creations of your hands. He remembers her soft songs in a language he cast off. He hums them now, the words long lost to the decay of time. Soon the smell of waffles and eggs fills the small kitchen. Behind him, on the chair where he left his coat, his phone dings loudly once, twice. Work probably, some contractor asking him for the punch list. So he ignores it in favor of not burning their dinner.

Gabi babbles her thanks in between half-chewed bites of whipped cream mixed with syrup dribbling down her chin. Reiner tries to remind her to chew her food, which she apologizes for as more slips down her face, causing him to sigh. When she is satisfied, he sits her on the kitchen counter with gentle hands and cleans her face. How these hands have changed, but still, a scar across his palm catches at the soft skin. These hands are still marked with cracked skin, knuckles with fresh blood that slides down the back of them. He prays she never sees the ache of the bleeding wounds.

Gabi uses the last bit of her energy, squirming under the wet cloth before collapsing against his chest. In the soft silence of their home, he avoids the one stair that creaks before helping her brush her teeth and braid her hair to sleep. Her eyes have gone glassy, hands grabbing around his neck, soft breath against him. She is a gift he never would have deemed himself worthy to have. Already asleep, he tucks her in bed before kissing her forehead. Satisfied with checking that the window is locked, he turns the combination night light music player on before he leaves.

This new life is made of cotton, a cushion against the harsh turning of the times. Looking at the small mess in the kitchen, Reiner remembers his phone going off and puts off the latter in favor of just checking. Surprised delight works a smile up to his face as he sees a new number flash across his screen.

Rin's home safe. Wouldn't stop talking about Gabi and how much they love her. Had to admit, I thought her father was pretty neat. Is the dinner invitation still available if it’s just me?

Of course! Oh, I just looked at the time. Sorry for the late reply. If you want to come over, you’re welcome, but I don't want to disrupt your evening.

You're fine. I figured you were taking care of Gabi. How is she?

Sleeping like a log after playing with Rin. Thank you for letting me know you both are safe. I have to admit, I think you're pretty neat, too.

I'm glad we agree. I can be there in a couple of minutes. I'm back home now.

I'll have a plate of waffles ready for you.

Reiner sets down the phone before looking to make sure that it's only a messy kitchen he has to worry about. Satisfied that it looks decent, he finds no toys left on the floor like landmines. In the small kitchen, he sets up a plate. There is excitement trembling in his hands at the thought of seeing you again in the near dark. What sides will he see from this new angle? 

But there is worry weighing on his shoulders, wondering how will you see him? The darkness is a theater screen that plays out the harshest memories of our past. Will the shadows that line his face be too much? Will you see the cracked skin and turn away, squeamish at the sight of blood? His thoughts are quicksand and cold rain, draining even as his breath speeds up. 

He has already been given a new direction and blessing in his life with Gabi. Is there the possibility of the hope that he might be blessed with love? Someone who will hold his hand as he continues to bandage the cracks and seal them together? His chest heaves at the strain of racing thoughts, even as he is still blocking out the world lost in the mire. The crack of a stone on wood startles him.

The soldier he has restrained for years rises within, ready to fight to protect the life that sleeps peacefully above. He is quick to rush outside, only to hear giggling. Confusion twists around his head like a halo, the soldier retreating to the corner of his soul where he forces them to find peace. He finds you smiling, another small rock in your hand which is quickly dropped. With a look of false innocence fighting against an overwhelming smile, he can feel his own smile forming in response.

"I wonder who could be throwing rocks at this hour?" He looks around ready to see how far you will take this act.

"Must be a delinquent punk or a ghost."  

"Well then, my chivalry demands I let you in, at the very least, to keep you safe."

Your hand coming up to pat against his chest has his head spinning, the lingering heat blooming and unfurling like vines, pulling his cracked edges back together. He hardly remembers the plate he had fixed for you. He cracks open two sour orange beers that he hopes pair well with the sickly sweet of the whipped cream and syrup. He sips at his can while you eat, your content moan at the food nearly setting him on fire. The dark clouds of his earlier thoughts change to different desires.

Those thoughts stay and linger after you set down your plate, thanking him. They rage when you move closer to him. The purse of your lips as you sip at the beer. How your eyes linger on his face before turning back to the sky. The stars that once looked so cold now point out the lights in the dark. Those lights dance across your skin, and he knows you are another light in the dark, calling to him — a blessing he feels unworthy to touch as you pull his arm around your shoulders, leaning into the warmth of his chest. He keeps his vision trained on you, drinking in your soft light. He pulls you closer, until you’re squished against him.

It’s a picture and a movie he will treasure in his heart, the soft exhale of your breath across his chest causing shockwaves. He thinks about leaning down and kissing the crest of your hair. Tensing to ask if he can, the first drops of rain hit. It’s a deluge in a moment, soaking you both as he lifts you into his arms to carry you to the warm safety of the living room.

"Wait, Reiner!" Your laughing hand against his face pulls his attention to your eyes. "Let's dance — please." Your voice is a whispering beg, and he would fall on his knees to hear that sound again.

Reiner is careful in how he sets you down, steadying hands against your waist. Your own hands wrap over his to guide them. The cold rain is nothing against the heat in his chest as he twirls you in the downpour. If happiness were a sound, it would be your laugh and sigh. The gasp you make when he picks you up and dips you back is a benediction. Your hands travel the path of his shoulder and waist to cup his face, pulling him again to your rainwater-soft lips, warm breath against his before the movement is sealed. 

When you pull back to breathe, he catches your lower lip in his teeth, finding he finally can breathe. Your arms loop around his neck as you pull in closer to him. His arms lower to your thighs, pulling you up. He starts walking into the condo. Soon, your back is against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist. His heart is beating hard when he finally pulls back, pressing his forehead against yours and pressing a soft kiss to it.

"If this is too fast, tell me to stop." His voice is shaking with desire.

"But we both need to get out of these wet clothes." You nip at his lip, pulling him back into a kiss that quickly turns deep, his tongue scraping across teeth, the taste of beer and waffles lingering in your mouth.

Laughter bubbles soft in pressed-together chests. Soaked shirts and pants abandoned on the floor. Warm kisses press against cold exposed skin. He moves to your neck, placing kisses there. When you tug on his hair, he growls softly before nipping at the skin and moving back to your lips. Again, he is carrying something precious in his arms as he climbs the stairs. Again, he steps over the one that creaks, walks down the other side of the hall until he is pressing you against his bed. 

Heat crackles, electricity flowing like circuits finally connecting at last. Soft thighs rub against his own. Nails scrape down his chest and back until he is keening. The heavy weight between his legs presses against yielding hips. The last of the soaked clothing is stripped away, cast off into the darkness. Moonlight plays across your skin, making him swear you have been sent from the stars to guide him home.

"Dad!" 

He pulls away quickly, a groan leaving you both. He places a soft kiss on your stomach before trying to find some sweatpants, calling back that he will be there in a second. Looking back, you are smirking, swaddled in the thick duvet, finger pressed against your lips even as your eyes travel the length of him. Padding out and closing the door behind him, Reiner shakes his head at this sweet, tormenting twist of fate.

"Gabi?"

"Down here!" He turns, going down to the living room.

"What is it, sweetie?"

"I was thirsty, so I was getting some water. I came down and saw the clothes on the floor." He can just make out the confusion across her face.

“Oh, I was outside and got caught in the rain, so I took them off as soon as I came in." His body flushes with embarrassment.

"Okay, but why are there two pants on the floor? Are you having a sleepover?"  

"You know, I think it's time you go back to bed. Did you get your water?" His voice is cracking, mind spinning, eyes widening with horror as his breath speeds up.

"You are having a sleepover! Can I come join?"

"Gabi! No!" He is too quick, too loud, fear making him desperate.

"Why not?" She is pouting.

"Because." He pauses. "They’re already asleep and I don't want to wake them up."

"Oh, okay. Wait, why do you get to have a sleepover and I don't?"

"Come on, back to bed with you. I'll explain in the morning." He hopes for once she will be too tired and leave it alone.

"Fine." The sigh of relief cascades through his whole body.

Gabi, with a glass of water in her hand, trudges back up the stairs, little legs making her step on the creaking one. He really should fix it. Reiner grabs the clothes and goes back to his room, caught between shock and hysterical laughter, wondering if you heard all that transpired. He hopes to find you laughing. To press against you again, happiness wrapping around you both. To lose himself in your embrace. Instead, he finds you have pilfered one of his shirts and are curled up in his bed, asleep. Not having the heart to wake you, he goes to hang the clothes up in the attached bathroom’s shower so they can dry. Coming back, he leans down to kiss the space behind your ear, enjoying the mewl you let out from the contact.

"Hey, do you want to bed to yourself?"

"No — cuddles." Your arms are already grabbing for him. "Maybe I'll wake back up so we can continue."

"Don’t worry about that. Let yourself sleep. I'll still be here tomorrow,” he mummers against sleep-warm skin as he tucks you two together, bodies nestled together like puzzle pieces. Already, you are drifting back to sleep, face pressed against his chest, arms and legs tangling with his. A sob claws its way around his chest. Questions of why he was blessed and saved with first Gabi and now your brilliance in his life. How you feel like a permanent fixture, even within only hours.

He can feel sleep tugging at him, but still, his thoughts slip out. "Is it strange that I can already see us as a family?"

"No — not if I say yes." The words press themselves deeper into his skin, until they sink to his heart, a new bandage forming over the cracks.

His breath catches before he pulls you closer, lips pressing kisses into your hair.

That night, when he dreams, he doesn't see a mother's tears. But he remembers. When he came home with some groceries he had gotten for doing some work for a neighbor, and how his mother patted his head and told him he would be an amazing husband and father one day.

Reiner notices the next morning that his skin is healing, scars becoming thick with scales like armor. His role as father fits him far better than before, his hand having found yours.

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MCYT Incorrect Quotes

Featuring | Dream, Gerogenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Karl Jacobs, Quackity, Philza Minecraft, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo, Michael, The Egg, Red vines

Next Part

Skeppy: I'm sad

Bad: (puts an arm around him) hey, it's ok, I'm here for you

Dream: George, I'm sad

George: mood

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Dream: I'm good at hiding my crush

George: hey guys I'm back

Dream: I-i have to gay- I mean GO-

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Dream: I love sunglasses

Dream: am I looking at that tree? am I looking at George's ass?

Dream: you'll never be able to tell

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Skeppy: *admiring bad* he is so cool, he could hit me with a car and I'd thank him

Techno: we'd thank him too

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Wilbur: you know when I first met you I thought u were a real bitch

Tommy: so, what changed?

Wilbur: I still think you are a real bitch, I've just grown to like that about you

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Dream walks into Sapnap's room

Sapnap: hello Dream I hope you are well

Sapnap: so you may be wondering why I am glued to the ceiling

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George: crushes are the worst

Dream: yeah, whenever I'm near someone I have a crush on, I start acting stupid

George: you are always acting stupid

Dream: yeah, don't think about that too hard

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George: I fell-

Dream: from heaven?

George: no, I actually fell-

Dream: in love with me the moment you saw me?

George: MY ARM IS BROKEN

Dream: ok but do you think I'm pretty? be honest

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Tommy: is the pink panther a lion?

Techno: ........ say that again but slower

Tommy:

Tommy: I don't get it

Wilbur: he's the PINK PANTHER

Tommy: okay?? But is he a lion?

Philza: Tommy, he's a panther

Tommy :

Tommy: is that a kind of lion?

Wilbur: no, its a PANTHER

Tommy: I just googled it, they're not pink tho

Techno: AND LIONS ARE?

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Tommy: yesterday I yote my water bottle down the stairs and almost hit Tubbo

Wilbur: I- did you just use yeet in the past sense?

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Tubbo: wanna hang out tomorrow?

Tommy: can't I have a doctors appointment

Tubbo: say you're sick or something and just cancel

Tommy: ......

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Philza: can I speak to you for a minute?

Tommy: oooooh someone is in trouble!

Philza:

Tommy: it's me I down know why I did that

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Bad: why is Karl laying on the ground screaming into a pillow?

Quackity: oh, he's been like that for a few minutes.

Bad: but, why?

Quackity: Sapnap giggled at his joke.

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Dream: love is in the air

George: *spraying a can of Febreeze and holding his shirt over his nose* not anymore.

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Philza: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Techno: *yelling* hey Tommy! how tall are you?

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Techno, talking on the phone: Phil, I have good news and bad news

Philza: just give me the good news

Techno: the smoke alarm is functioning perfectly

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Skeppy: who do you think is hotter, me or the sun?

Bad: the sun

Skeppy: okay, let me rephrase it. who do you think is hotter, me, your amazingly adorable best friend who loves you very much, or the sun?

Bad: the sun

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Quackity: I have an idea!

Karl: no bullying Bad today

Quackity: I no longer have an idea

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Wilbur: is the past tense yeet or yeeted??

Techno: yeet is the present tense, but yote could be the past tense too!

Philza: I just want to know who threw Tommy out of the window

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Bad: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Bad: *aggressively throws water bottles at everyone*

Geroge: uh...

Dream: he's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us

Bad: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU

Sapnap: *crying* it's working

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George: I hate you with every inch of my body

Sapnap: That's not a lot of inches

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Bad: I don't know if they'll notice, but I slipped a little note in each of my friend's bad to let them know that I love them

Skeppy, pulling out a twenty-five-page note: what the fuck-

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Dream: I don't know. I just feel like we are destined to be together. I mean, look at how fate keeps throwing us together!

George: it's three am and you're stuck in the middle of my window. how did you even get here?

Dream: I just told you. fate.

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Philza: Tommy, I know you three toilet papered my garden

Wilbur: *whispers* play dumb!

Tommy: who's Tommy?

Techno: *whispers* not that dumb!

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Bad: tell us a secret, Dream.

Dream: uh, okay! I have a crush on George!

Sapnap: no, dream, he said secret.

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Wilbur: Tommy is in the pool and I don't think he is waterproof

Philza: what

Techno: I think he means Tommy is drowning

Philza: oh okay

Philza:

Philza: WAIT WHAT

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Quackity: can I get a strawberry milkshake with two straws, please?

Karl, thinking: aw, that's cute... he wants to share his milkshake with me

[later]

Quackity, putting both straws in his mouth: hey, watch how fast I can drink this

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Quackity: I- I think I saw a monster

Tubbo, terrified: w-where?

Quackity, pointing at the door: THERE

Tubbo: SLENDERMAN!!

Ranboo, opening the lights: shut up, it's just me

[This one is because Tubbo and Quackity are one of the shortest ;) ]

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Philza: who broke the flower pots?

Techno: it was Tommy

Wilbur: it was Tommy

Tommy: it was Tommy

Philza:

Tommy: dammit

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Policeman: so, what's your name?

Tubbo: don't tell him, Tommy

Policeman writes down: okay, Tommy

Tommy: dammit Tubbo

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George: Interrupt my sleeping and I will interrupt your breathing :)

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Sapnap: hey, is anyone else d-

Tommy: dead?

Wilbur: depressed?

Dream: drained?

Techno: deprived of sleep?

Sapnap: ...done with your work? What is wrong with you people?

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Karl: hey, how much money do you have?

Quackity: uh.. 69 cents

Karl: ayy, you know what that means!!

Quackity: *choking up* I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets.

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Ranboo: *exists*

Tommy: you got a problem mate?

Tommy: I mean, you are so tall, you must got a problem

Ranboo: I'm just sitting here

Tommy: WAS UP

Ranboo: a-are you trying to fight me?

Tommy: WAS UP

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Tommy: why don't women have to take the DNA test to see if the child is their's

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Michael: papa, there's a monster under my bed!

Ranboo, tucking him in: Don't worry bud. There are no monsters in this house.

Michel: can you check, please?

Ranboo: alright.

Ranboo: *kneels down to check*

Techno: subscribe to Technoblade

Ranboo: *startled* WHAT THE-

(Credits to @/your.gehenna on Instagram)

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George: I think Dream was right.

Sapnap: I'm surprised he hadn't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Geroge: he wouldn't do that.

Dream: you're right, George. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Dream: *turns around, the shirt he is wearing says 'Dream Told You So' on the back*

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Sapnap: You lying, cheating piece of shit!

Dream: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Dream: I'm leaving you and I'M TAKING GEORGE WITH ME

Bad, picking up the monopoly board: I think we're gonna stop playing now

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Quackity: why are Bad and skeppy sitting with their backs to each other?

Karl: they had a fight.

Quackity: then why are they holding hands?

Karl: they get sad when they fight

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Ranboo:*serenading* with you, 60 minutes feel like an hour

Tubbo:*almost in tears*

Tommy: what the fuck

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The Egg: I just ended a four-year relationship.

Red Vines: oh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

The Egg: hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. It wasn't my relationship.

*Bad and Skeppy fighting from across the room*

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