#annie knows his name and everything LMAO

[leonhardt-simp]

The Girl Who Wrote Me Letters VI.

[post-canon/canonverse] | series masterlist

— Annie x Mute! Fem! Reader.

summary: The ungrounded mystery grows restless and tensions grow higher with every passing moment.

Author’s note: After 9 different drafts, I have this one lmao. Thank you for everyone sticking close to the story and those who have been anticipating chapter 6. Here it is! and I hope you enjoy. 🍧💕

“This one.” The Commander said pointing down at the files on his old desk, the decision creating quite a stir between Hange and Levi.

Hange looked at Levi before they approached Erwin’s desk, picking up the document to see what was beneath. They felt their breath catch in their throat, eyes widening before taking a look over to their commander.

“You— You can’t be serious…” Hange was almost speechless. After everything that’s transpired, this man was still marching on his feet.

Levi walked over, questioning the judgement… Until he saw the name on the planner documents…

“Field Medics…?” He took the paper, looking through them to see Erwin’s plans of incorporating medics beside the scouts. These plans seemed vague, but the idea was there in the form of messily drawn pictures and arrows. He wasn’t expecting this and neither was Hange.

“With all due respect, we can’t afford to pull medics out on the field… Do you really think we’ll even get our hands on even ONE?” Hange expressed, motioning with their hands while they spoke. The idea was completely ridiculous! They were practically the clean up crew. Just waiting for the dead to pile up.

Erwin knew their concerns… But, it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before. He turned his back to look out the window, holding the spot where his arm used to be…. The painful reminder of time loss because of injury. Time that could’ve been spent focusing on many other things… Those days, hours and seconds.

“No…But, I know one person that they’ll likely let go.” He turned his head over his shoulder to look at Levi, who slowly went through the next page.

It was a list of names. Names of many of the more proud names within the Medical Regiment. So many good choices, but one was circled amongst these names.

ELINOR VIVIANNE. ← SECONDARY PICK.

LUTHER WAGNER. ← THIRD PICK.

Y/N L/N. ← PRIORITY PICK.

DENIS PENCE. ← KEEP AN EYE ON THIS ONE.

JOHNATHAN ADLER. ← FOURTH PICK.

Hange’s expression grew confused, “But, this one–”

“I know. However, I want this one as a mere test run.” Erwin clarified, showing that nothing was concrete yet. This was just the foundation.

Levi couldn’t seem to get behind it. The factors of this made for a dangerous situation, especially with the rumors. “…I don’t think this is a good idea.” He expressed, his eyes looking up from the papers.

Erwin found himself playing with a fountain pen he had on his desk. “We had them for the expedition. This will be no different.” He reassured, giving a head nod. He seemed to be convincing himself as he spoke along.

“We also lost Levi’s entire squad and then some. Do I need to remind you that this medic in particular is also suspected of being in contact with the titan girl that tried to run away and destroyed half of Stohess?” Hange’s voice slightly raised, a hand extended towards the door as if pointing at Stohess itself. The risks were way too high, but that never stopped Erwin.

Erwin stood up a little straighter, “Then it’s the perfect excuse to use to keep that one close… Isn’t it?” He looked between his two most trusted allies. His hand reached to the paper, pointing down to the name. Hange didn’t know what to say… and Levi? He just followed along. The idea of a on field medic fulltime was an idealistic idea… One that made any one more comfortable… That security.

But, he was not prepared of the other regiment names that would soon come in to deny the idea. They took to a vote; Pixis denied the possibility of wasting medics and soon after, Nile had also denied. His denial was more out of lack of interest than genuine concern…

Not even Zachary approved of the new idea, stating that it would be “Unwise to take away from the sub-regiment when it already lacked.”

In defeat, Erwin would place those plans in a drawer his desk. Letting that ideas seem to sink away with many of the others he had. He had to keep moving forward though, no time to waste. That was until death stopped him like a brick wall. So close, yet so far from the truth…

Y/N followed behind Levi, her eyes scanning around to hallways of the commander’s building. The wood creaked beneath their weight, making the building feel so… Hollow. That was expected though, wasn’t it? An important life was lost… One that used to fill this building.

“Y/N L/N…?” Hange questioned, seeing the young girl enter the room.

Y/N saw papers scattered around the old commander’s desk, a lot of red seemed to point to various things and occasionally the big letters. Her nervousness seemed to only grow from that. I mean, it’s not everyday you get pulled from your job.

With a cautious nod, Y/N stood across the desk, keeping her weight shifted off of her still recovering leg. The pain was dull, but she knew she couldn’t overwork it.

Levi reached over for a particular paper, sliding it in front of the nurse. She leaned down, looking over the paper with a watchful eye. The words were confusing, but when she noticed her name in bold letters… She shockingly backed up and looked at Hange and Levi with a look that asked them what they were planning.

“…A test run. And not one you can refuse either.” Hange explained, picking up another paper to slide over to the new field medic.

Y/N took a sneaking glance back, seeing Levi standing by the door. His eyes bore into her, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

There was that feeling again. That helplessness… Her eyes shifted back up to Hange who seemed to have the same look on their face. She really didn’t have much of a choice here… So, she just nodded. Hange nodded, looking over at Levi to see if he was satisfied. He just nodded his head, being the first to leave.

The weight was on her shoulders now after seeing this idea that was left behind by the old commander…

She couldn’t help but look down at her leg, shifting a bit to see if weight could be applied, but when she felt the buckle of her knee, she shook her head.

‘…I can do this…’ She thought to herself. It’s not like she had a choice here. It was either this or end up in a some fucked up situation… She had enough on her plate already. E/C eyes skimmed through the basics, finally landing on the name of the idea.

“Operation Support.” Her eyes seemed to read over and over again…

——

There was that helplessness again… That weak feeling that bubbled beneath her gut and overwhelmed her straight to the core. She even felt that pain in her leg again… Like every feeling and memory came flooding through from the back of her head…

Her eyes widened upon hearing that familiar voice call out her name… But, she didn’t see Annie… Just the monster that had ruined her…. That beast that haunted her night in her dreams from time to time. Some nights, it would stare down at her. Other nights it tried to grab her, pick her up in its muscly hand.

“Y/N…” Annie called out, her tone hushed and desperate. Hands stayed up in surrender, taking a cautious step forward but immediately stopped when Y/N’s hand adjusted around the grip of the gun. E/C eyes looked through those apathetic blue eyes, The ones that softened at the idea of this being it.

This was her chance… To settle their score. To make up for everything. This was her chance. This was her chance.

Her hand firmly grasped the gun, pointing it up higher towards Annie’s head. Her heart pounded in her ears accompanied with ringing and buzzing… Her breathing became shallow and uneven… Then she felt it.

Her vision grew blurry, her hand reaching up to touch the wetness that started to form there. She was starting to cry… Her throat had that familiar lump in it, making it hard to keep composure.

‘No… Stop…’ Her heart started to yell, but she tried to push the feelings down. Her hand wiped them away, not wanting to show this…This weakness. She wasn’t that pathetic girl writing in a book anymore. Those days were gone.

Annie felt her heart break at the sight. Her hand reaching out, but that made Y/N point her gun more firmly at the ambassador. This made her hands shoot back up to keep them visible. Annie knew that she had to work for Y/N’s trust again. It wouldn’t come easy. Not after what she did.

Annie closed her eyes tightly and braced for whatever was to come. She deserved it, didn’t she? She was the cause of all the troubles in Y/N’s life… The reason she ran away… Hell, she was waiting for her luck to burn out. And now? It seemed to be it.

This was her chance to get back for all the hurt and suffering. her breathing became uneven and her heart pounded in her ears. The white noise. It felt like she was drowning. Y/N couldn’t deny she was panicking…

But then Dakota’s voice pulled Y/N out, the writhing body on the floor let the tunnel vision clear up a bit. Her eyes looked down to the body on the ground.

“We’re… We’re here to help…” Dakota strained, holding her head in her hands from the throbbing pain that lingered. Kota couldn’t let Y/N kill Annie, not when they needed her for this whole thing… The main problem. “She’s…She’s with me… Marley’s Ambassador…” Kota stressed, seeing double when they tried to push themselves up. Hell, it felt like a brick just slammed into their head. What the hell were they feeding these doctors??

Her grip around the gun shook further, her heart telling her to stop while her brain told her it was for the best. Reluctantly, she forced her hand down and took in the sight of the newly made ambassador.

���Y/N—” Annie spoke with a calming reach out, but then they heard the sound of more people coming into the building and speaking.

BAM!

The noise made both Annie and Kota look over towards the door. Dakota was quick on the draw of her own firearm, eyebrows furrowing down.

Whoever wanted Y/N dead was very adamant on it. Especially, since it didn’t sound like just one persom this time. That alone pissed Y/N off.

The doctor had to fight with herself to keep from giving that ambassador a feel of her pent of frustration and anger… But, now wasn’t the time. All she did was give Annie a glare while she helped the bandit up from the floor, Kota taking it without much of a second thought and standing to her feet with a bit of wobble.

The glare was met with Annie’s softened expression, taking a moment to watch as the woman she once had so close to her, farther than ever before. The limp-walk past her made the weight of her actions heavier than ever. The sound of leather and metals kept Y/N’s right leg stable, helping her move properly with some minimal strain.

“She might develop a little limp… If you can convince her to stay in bed for her full recovery then maybe she might recover better... She’s always so eager to help out.”

Her hands clenched at her sides, as the memory of a bedridden Y/N laid in the infirmary bed. The way her face glistened in sweat and her head threw back in pain…. She couldn’t convince her… Not when she was trapped in that crystal…

She didn’t even notice the other two already rushing the window, Kota pulling up the window and checking below into the alleyway for any signs of a threat. It was empty. Nothing but a few stacked up crates and barrels below.

“Good enough.” The gang leader debated, shaking her head at the thought of Y/N potential falling a few feet down. Hell, they were sure she would land well… She guessed.

Annie’s mind was still dazed out. It felt like they stood on completely opposite sides of a canyon. The bridge being deliberately burned away, Y/N holding the matches that burnt the ropes thinner and thinner.

“Annie! Help her down.” Kota called, holding open the window. That snapped Annie back into the moment, her eyebrows furrowing down. She can pity herself later… Hopefully.

Without any time to waste, Annie rushed over to Y/N’s side. “Pardon my hands…” Annie softly spoke, keeping her hand on Y/N’s waist while she focused on ensuring she didn’t fall or trip. Y/N wasn’t used to the closeness, but she knew she couldn’t be annoyed about it.

“We know you’re here, Doc Let’s not make this harder than it has to be, hm?” One of the intruders spoke, a few laughing along. The sound of wood creaking beneath every step that drew closer and closer to the office.

The rugged man looked back at his men, placing a finger to his lips. He gave three fingers, signaling that on the count of three they would rush the office and take whoever was in it.

Slowly, the fingers counted down, the tensions growing higher before finally they rushed inside. Guns pointed up, sweeping before noticing that the room was empty. Nothing but a few disarrayed item and one of their own on the floor.

“Sir?” One of the goons spoke, rushing to the side of the corpse on the floor. Another goon joined beside the other, placing a hand to the fallen member’s pulse, shaking their head when all they felt was a cold vessel.

The man grimaced, putting his gun back in his belt. “I want this entire building checked. Nothing remains unturned or touched. You hear!?” He commanded, unaware of the shadows outside the windows that were already pushing through the alleyways to blend in.

“Whoever you pissed off, did not let it go.” Dakota muttered as they pushed through a wooden gate, leading them out into some cobbled street that had a few drunks walking up and down it.

Y/N just rolled eyes, taking a moment to ditch her uniform coat in a nearby bucket that seemed to be filled with a questionable liquid. Her face grimaced in disgust, turning back to catch up. She won’t be seeing that particular coat again. Unfortunate…

Annie stayed behind, keeping a look out to ensure no one followed them. “That didn’t seem like a matter of anger… More like a…” She seemed to trail off, turning her attention back to see Y/N looking back at her with a frustrated expression. “…Like a job.” She silently spoke, watching the doctor turn her head back forward.

The tension between the two even made Dakota uncomfortable. That was between them though, this bandit knew better than to try and step into a fight between a couple. Were they a couple…? Was that how it worked? She wasn’t sure.

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Dakota rubbed the side of their head. They could still feel that sting, more dull but it was still there. “Doesn’t make sense for them to target a random doctor, though.” They added, taking a stop by some old building pub.

Dakota leaned against the brick, enjoying a moment of rest. Annie needed it too as she felt her wound from a few hours ago to feel achy and fatigue was surely pushing her.

She took a look upwards, only seeing the dark sight of the ground that lingered above… The underground didn’t have a sky… What time was it? Even she wasn’t sure… But, it felt like the days seemed to prolong. If she had to trust her gut, then she was sure that Pieck and Reiner were likely resting.

With that thought in mind, she took a moment to take a seat down on a bench placed against the brick like building, her hand rubbing at her shoulder. She even took a sneaking glance over at her old lover, watching as the young woman took slight offense to the comment. Y/N’s stance seemed to straighten up, her expression one that Annie knew all too well.

That look when she wanted to prove herself. She had it back in Trost… She had it here too.

‘I’m not a random doctor.’ Y/N signed, the look of surprise hitting the bandit and the ambassador. The blonde looked at Y/N with her eyebrows slightly raised in surprise, not expecting the change of communication. Though, that would make the most sense why she didn’t carry an old book around and a pen, wouldn’t it?…

Dakota knew there was something about how Y/N stood, her demeanor… It wasn’t like the other doctors she had been speaking to. Not Vivianne. Not even Adler..

Pushing themselves off the wall, Dakota approached Y/N, stopping just in front of her and looking down at her with an overbearing demeanor. “…Then who are you?” Dakota finally asked. There it was, the golden question. Everyone knew her as Y/N L/N above ground… But, who was this persona? This mask? Dakota was careful in approaching the mute doctors. One couldn’t be too hasty to learn the truth.

The bandit seemed to want the same answers as Annie, but even then the ambassador seemed to want to respect the boundaries her old lover clearly had. She still kept a close eye.

The doctor stood there, clenching her jaw a bit from the sudden interrogation. It even had her thinking to herself, wondering who exactly she was… But, she knew… She was a lot of things… Became a lot from nothing too.

So, seeing a smug bandit try to slightly intimidate her into spilling her life out on a map irked her a bit. It showed on her face too. Her tongue licking the inside of her cheek, she looked away briefly before she looking back up at the tall woman with more than just a little amusement. A woman who knew her position, she was. Perhaps, she picked up a few things from Dr. Vivianne.

‘The same person who slipped you a crate. Same person you want to stay on good terms with.’ She signed, her eyes challenging.

The action made Annie raise her brows, looking over to Dakota. The crate.. Then those names flashed into her mind for a few seconds. Denis and Luther…. They were all connected. The bandit seemed to suddenly have a moment of realization as well, her face contorted with a bit of confusion from that end statement though.

“…Is that a threat?” Fabel flabbergasted at the mere thought of some medic threatening to fuck off in the middle of something so important. They took a threatening step forward, feeling almost offended.

Hands started to make the argument more clear, her body turning to the two. ‘Take it how you wish. Just know you need me since I’m the only one willing to break the rules to help you.’ She reaches into her vest pocket, pulling out a letter. Her eyes stared at it before flicking her wrist to toss the letter over.

Annie watched as the letter descended gracefully down to the ground, her curiosity getting the better of her. “…What?” Annie questioned, standing up from the bench and walking over to pick up the paper from the ground. Her eyes looked up to meet her old lover’s E/C gaze, her hands gently unfolding the letter.

‘With much consideration, Main Medical has decided to postpone the distribution and cooperation with other outside parties. All medics and medical researchers are advised to stay in their offices or main buildings until further notice.

— Signed, Elinor Vivianne. Head of MM.’

Y/N shook her head, her eyes averting away at the mere thought of even getting her position revoked. ‘Everyone is completely at a standstill… Dr. Vivianne is more concerned with how much we’ve been losing because of these crates being either stolen or damaged. Every doctor, besides a few, are completely in agreement with Dr. Vivianne. They want out. This attack on my building will only solidify their stance on the matter.’ Her gestures seemed to be punctuated, her mouth moving along to mouth certain words and phrases. The doctor even started to pace a bit, needing to get some pent up feels at bay. She wasn’t happy about the decision either.

Dakota couldn’t believe that bullshit. Face contorted into frustration, feeling a bit betrayed. Hazel eyes took a look over the letter again, shaking her head in slight denial.

What ever happened to being the ones to show up for people? The heros that kept morale up? What the hell were doctors if they weren’t doing their job?

“Vivianne… That son of a bitch.” Dakota cursed under their breath, hands clenched at her side while she looked away.

Annie wasn’t sure what to make of this… “…She’s right about one thing,” Annie spoke, folding the notice back up before holding it out back at Y/N. “Those men don’t seem to be very fazed with the idea of taking lives. That crate you sent us was attacked… I… Uh.. We barely made it out. It was as if they already knew.” She watched as Y/N hesitated to reach out and take the letter back from her.

Fabel nodded, pacing a bit with a hand to their mouth as they tried to make sense of all this. “Annie here got shot… Those men aren’t afraid of any kind of consequence. Seems like everywhere we go, they’re always one step ahead.” The gang leader found themselves running a frustrated hand through their hair, stopping to look back over at the Medic.

Y/N felt her throat close up at the idea of Annie getting shot, her eyes shifting back up to meet with Annie’s gaze. Annie wasn’t sure what she saw in those familiar E/C colored eyes. It was softer than anything she’s seen all day though...

“I’ll be fine… Just a scratch…” She tried to play it off, getting a more concerned and less angry look from the other girl.

Y/N didn’t find it funny. If anything, that would make everything so much more complicated. Hell, she didn’t even know where to start… She carefully took her letter back from Annie’s fingers, pushing the paper into her vest pocket once more with a heavy exhale.

‘If they’re not afraid of consequences, then that means they’re either safe in what those consequences are… or, these people are more ruthless than I thought…’ Y/N explains with punctuated gestures. Hazel and blue eyes watched carefully as the doctor seemed a bit… Hesitant.

Dakota crossed their arms over their chest, “You have any idea what gang this is?” The gang leader asked.

Y/N shook her head, ‘Only lead I have so far is that they’re uniformed in black and red.’ Her head turned back in the direction of her medical building. She felt a little run from her own home… That was the building she used whenever she wanted to have control. She knew it would probably be burned to the ground when she came back.

“I don’t think standing around is be the best idea. More of them could be patrolling around.” Annie spoke up, standing up from the bench with a bit of a tired exhale. She cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders back as if it would relieve her.

Dakota nodded, “You’re right. Hopefully, this all starts to make sense when we’re actually in the safety of a room and not the street.” The bandit sighed, reaching for her gun and handing it over to Annie. “Try not to get this one shot out of your hand, yeah?” The gang leader teased, watching Annie flush a bit with embarrassment as she accepted it.

‘Let’s take a carriage or a wagon… I need a place to lay low… I can’t just go back to the MM if my trail is still hot.” The mute doctor gestured, fixing her leg brace a bit. The damn thing always needed to be adjusted, working and walking so much always didn’t help.

Annie waited while Dakota whistled up for a wagon, watching some old man ride up to side of the street.

“Do you need help?” Annie finally asked, getting waved off by the mute doctor. There was no direct rejection, just a wave of the hand while she approached the wagon.

“Take us Northwest. I’ll stop you when we get there.” Dakota asked as she jumped into the back, holding her hand out for Y/N to grab. Y/N took it without much of a complaint, allowing herself to be helped into their ride.

The coachman nodded, “Will do.”

Dakota got seated besides some sacks of imported goods, knee bent with an arm on it. “We’ll stop by my Uncle’s… I’m sure he’ll be glad to take up some company…” She explained, running a hand through her hair.

Y/N nodded, finding a comfortable spot near a barrel of what she believed was probably wine. At least she hoped so, a drink right about now sounded nice.

“Northwest is near the entrance to the city, isn’t it?” Annie asked, holding onto the strap of her satchel before finally getting settled up into the back of the wagon with the others. So much has changed since then… But, she couldn’t complain. She didn’t really have the right to.

‘And Main Medical. It’s some ways from it… Smack in the middle of this city… We actually cleared out one of the old brothel buildings for it… A big one. When we’re rested and ready, we can head there… Get us all on the same page with Dr. Vivianne and Dr. Adler.’ Y/N signed, her head leaned against the barrel beside her.

Dakota motioned with their hand, agreeing along with what the doctor said. “A meeting was long overdue…. She’s always avoided speaking with me directly. Dr. Adler and I are practically best buddies with how often I’ve seen him.” There was a spoken sarcasm that made Y/N shake her head, understanding what Dakota meant perfectly. Vivianne was practically a book of tasks. Always sending others to do the things she didn’t want to… Perfect example was this… Though it was deliberate, Y/N didn’t mind getting her hands dirty if it meant doing the right thing. Vivianne’s word wouldn’t stop her.

Annie hummed, taking a sneaking glance over to Y/N, who seemed to want to rest a bit on the ride to Dakota’s Uncle’s house. She didn’t want to stare, but it was strange…Seeing her again after such a long time… She looked good. Annie still liked how she styled her hair… How her E/C closed to just… Rest and breathe for a moment. Of course, she was pulled out of her moment when she saw Dakota smirking at her. That knowing glance the bandit made her way ruined it.

It made her embarrassed, making her turn her head away with her cheeks growing red flush..

With a snap of the reigns, they were on their way. Thankfully the cover of the wagon would provide them some relief from anyone who could see them pass by.

——

Adler bursted through the door, panting and pointing behind him. He was so out of breath from running everywhere, still empty handed though.

Dr. Vivianne placed her clipboard down and just waited for the theatric display to end, leaning a hand against her desk while the other rested on her hip.

“Eastern Building…. It… Phew…” He started his sentence, leant forward with his hands on his knees. He couldn’t even hold enough air in to make a cohesive sentence.

Of course, this just annoyed Vivianne. “Spit it out.” She urged, tone stern and punctual with it.

“Eastern building got raided.” Adler finally spit it out, holding a hand to his chest. The news made Vivianne’s eyes widen a bit, her expression growing a little confused.

“Raided? What do you mean "raided?” The ash haired doctor questioned, her head tilted forward as if demanding some kind of explanation.

The blonde doctor just shook his head, standing up a bit straighter. “I was doing what you said… Trying to find Y/N… So, I went to her building…But then, I noticed a whole bunch of men rush the building… I booked it out of there….” Adler explained, pacing a bit while he spoke. His conscience felt guilty. He ran off like a coward and probably let these… Rats kill one of their own.

Vivianne seemed lost for words. Her eyes looked away as she processed the news, feeling a sinking feeling in her gut at the thought of one of the original three being gone to something so…. so preventable. Her brain wanted to think logically about this, but her heart didn’t seem to agree.

“…Do you know for sure that Dr. Quil was in that building?” Vivianne questioned in a monotone voice, her head tilting slightly.

Adler couldn’t say for sure. “…I… I would like to hope not… But, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re starting to hurt the supply at the source.” He said his thoughts, his shoulders slumping slightly as he stood. His eyes grew worrisome. The idea of anyone becoming a target… He avoided the war for that reason… He didn’t want to be a target.

Vivianne felt bitter, her eyes closing for a moment. “…Start telling the staff to start closing everything up.” She says, standing up straighter. “Tell them that it’s urgent as well. I don’t want a single doctor left behind.” Her hand pulled a document from her desk, pushing it into one of the drawers with a slight of hand.

Adler looked at Vivianne with a confused expression, his eyebrows knitting together. “…What about the crates?… Surely, we can’t just… Leave them?” He asked, curious if they were going to just leave them there.

Vivianne nodded, “Don’t worry about that. Until we get definite confirmation that Dr. Quil is dead. We will proceed with clean-up here. Priority documents come first. Crates can collect dust for all I care. They’re not worth the sacrifice of the other good doctors here.” Her way of explaining the situation made Adler feel a little more at ease. He nodded his head in agreement. The earlier they got out, the better.

“Now leave me be… I need… Uh…” Vivianne looked around a bit lost, her eyes looking down at her desk. “I need to be alone for a little while…” She took a seat in her chair, her elbows resting on the surface of her cluttered desk and her hands clasping together as if in prayer. Her heart felt heavy. It felt like everything was going downhill from here.

Dr. Adler nodded his head, immediately leaving to go start the prep up for evac. There was a lot of equipment to be packed away. Transportation was also going to be a little tight, but as long as people were able to leave then it didn’t matter.

Vivianne stared at the door of her office, her eyes closing tightly as flashbacks to when she first met Y/N had suddenly triggered.

——

“Luther, Denis, Vivianne, and Adler. You’re being requested over to The Scouts Main Quarters. Please go ASAP.” The head medic spoke, flipping through a wooden clipboard as he stood at the doorway.

Vivianne pulled her mask down and looked over, her expression growing confused. “Wh-What do they need us for…?” She questioned, taking off her blood soaked gloves.

The man looked up at Vivianne, shaking his head in disapproval. “Does it matter? If I say to go, you go.” He spoke firmly, making the girl slightly purse her lips together as if to hold back on being disrespectful.

She only nodded, looking back down at the soldier that was missing an arm from an expedition… Survived, but now retired… It was unfortunate. “Rest easy…” She softly spoke, patting his shoulder before she turned and left the room.

In the hallway, Luther and Denis seemed to be messing around a bit, pushing and shoving each other. Adler stood with his hand adjusting his glasses, keeping a cocky explanation on his face as they waited for Vivianne.

“You coming, slowpoke? We’re waiting on you.” Denis said, wrapping an arm around Luther’s shoulder.

Adler scoffed, “At least try to act professional, Denis…” The blonde man spoke, his expression showing his disdain for how casual the two were being.

Luther rolled his eyes, “You act like we’re seeing the Queen. Get your breeches untangled and let loose, will ya? I swear, all I ever hear you do is complain.” The taller man spoke, Denis laughing a bit from his friend’s observation.

Adler just gritted his teeth, shaking his head. He adjusted his glasses once more, “You ready?” Adler asked Vivianne, wanting this done and over with as soon as possible.

Vivianne gave a quick nod, catching up with the three.

She remembered the debriefings they were subjected to with Commander Hange. The eccentric way the commander handled themselves made Luther and Denis more excited for this sudden call.

But, Vivianne was very… suspicious. Becoming a field medic sounded crazy… All this confidentiality also rubbed her wrong. What the hell were they hiding?

“Given the circumstances, I will give you the opportunity to back out… However, you 4 were hand picked because of your overall evaluations back when you were in training as well as your medical expertise. This is for progress… A trial we conducted a few time before. It will be the first on field medical team.” Hange explained with a more serious tone, pushing a paper towards the four medics.

Luther was the first to raise his hand, “Is it just us…? Or will there be more?” He asked, making Vivianne give him a side-eye.

Hange paced a bit, nodding their head. “I will only say that you have a captain.” They stopped, motioning towards the door. “Unlike you all, she didn’t necessarily have a choice in the matter whether she joined or not.”

Adler shook his head, standing up. “I rather value my life. I would find it a waste to leave it in the hands of some… Scout. Thank you for the offer though. Hopefully, you can find some other fool to take my place.” His reluctance made Vivianne want to leave as well, finding the idea of fighting alongside The Scouts to be so foolish. A death sentence handed down on a gruesome platter, that’s basically what it was.

As Adler left, Vivianne debated with herself. She too could live a comfortable life.. A life with no worries besides the worries that came in through doors in the arms of fellow comrades…

“Damn… I really thought I sold the idea. Anyone else?” Hange sighed, pushing up their goggles to rub their eyes. Handa landed on their hips, looking amongst the younger men and at Vivianne.

The room stayed quiet, Luther soon reaching to the table to grab the paper of the plans. Vivianne watched him debate it, soon just nodding. “Fuck it… I’m in.” He stood up, tossing the paper back onto the table. Vivianne just watched as Denis followed through too.

“Me too. I’ll join too!” Denis said with a confident fist to his chest. His lips held a self-assured smile too, pushing Luther with his arm, who then pushed him back.

‘What the…’ She thought they were crazy. Why the hell would they want to go beyond the walls? The safety was all here. They had the easy part of just sitting and waiting, cleaning and tending…. But, she hadn’t denied the offer yet… So, was she crazy too? Was it some weird curiosity?

Her eyes then met up with the commander’s, “What about you?” Hange asked, holding out a hand to her. Vivianne wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she grabbed that hand, sealing the deal of her participation.

She remembered how the team was escorted throughout the barrack building. Faces that were familiar passed by, making Vivianne stare more with interest. She didn’t expect them to be so close to such big names… Hell, she even thinks she saw Mikasa there.

“Holy hell, that’s literally Levi.” Denis grabbed Luther’s arm, shaking him slightly. As they approached the closed door that Levi seemed to guard, his back leaned against the wall.

“Is this them?” Levi asked, Hange nodding their head. “One didn’t take the offer, but we’ll still have 4.” Hange answered, adjusting their uniform coat. “Baby steps as they say.” Adding to the conversation, they looked back at the squad behind.

Vivianne saw how Hange placed a stack of papers in Levi’s hand. “Perfect.” He said, looking through them briefly before he finally opened the door.

Vivianne looked around, taking in the sight of the lab that seemed to have been built there. A lot of beakers… A lot of scrap metal too… It felt like they just walked into a madman’s science experiment.

But, it was a lot crazier than that.

The figure at the desk lifted their head up and turned to look over their shoulder, soon meeting eyes with her. And suddenly, she felt breathless.

Hange ensured the door was closed behind them, taking the initiative to walk over to the desk.

“Your captain for this operation is Y/N L/N.” Levi spoke, his hands at his sides. He kept it short and blunt, there wasn’t a need for everyone to be getting comfortable. Not yet, anyways.

Vivianne watched how the quiet persona in the room pushed back a pair of goggles from her face before turning to look at the group before her. Judgemental eyes stared, nodding as if she was satisfied.

“You’re the—” Vivianne spoke up, recognizing that face from the bulletin board. The mute doctor placed a finger to her lips and just hushed.

Y/N stood up, the sound of a heavy boot came with every step. Vivianne wasn’t sure what she felt… Was it envy? There was something in how Y/N carried herself despite being the one with the greatest disadvantage in the room.

She wanted to capture it. She wanted it to herself.

——

Annie stayed seated on a small bed that Uncle Miles provided, a hand covering her chest while Y/N took a look at the wound on her shoulder. She felt a few stings whenever the mute doctor touched the surely scarred skin.

‘Whoever did this was surely an amateur.’ Y/N gestured, looking over at the bandit that was enjoying a little meal that her uncle had provided. It felt good to be back at home eating all this good food.

“…Sorry, not everyone has experience.” Dakota said, licking their thumb from the sauce that the stew had. Nothing like a good meal to end the day. They stood by the window, looking out at the street. It was always entertaining to see people interact while they ate.

Y/N was thankful she had the proper supplies to start cleaning the wound. So, she started with that first. Having to remove stitches was a bit of a pain, but she knew it was better than letting Annie walk around with busted up looking stitches.

Annie had trouble keeping her eyes averted, always finding herself unconsciously getting distracted by how Y/N would occasionally bite her lip or how her face concentrated on cleaning the inflamed area with a washcloth. The touch enough to make Annie slightly wince and squint her eyes away.

“I just wished it didn’t hurt so bad.” Annie softly muttered, staying still while Y/N worked.

From a professional standpoint, Y/N was a bit concerned about a potential problem. The wound was definitely not correctly treated, and the old sutures were practically loose and tied too big. But, personally, she couldn’t say that Annie didn’t deserve it. A little mean, but she was allowed to be angry.

“So when are we addressing the problem with Vivianne?” Dakota asked, tossing her plate down on her desk with the others once she was finished with her meal. Her hands wiped themselves on her pants, walking over to stand over the doctor and ambassador.

Y/N finished up the cleaning, putting her washcloth down in a bucket beside them. Her attention moved over to Dakota, not sure what they were expecting.

‘Whenever I can get back. I should be able to talk to her about this… She cannot know about the attack on my building though. If she does, I’ll be stuck in the offices and I won’t be able to help you.’ Y/N explained, standing up from the bed and using a small cloth to wipe her hands. ‘She won’t be easy to persuade, but she’s never been easy.’ Y/N signed once more, sighing at the fact she needed to go head to head with her of all people. Adler, she didn’t care much for. She could debate with him whenever and wherever… Vivianne was more hardheaded. A woman bound by a weird sense of leadership. She held every nurse with an iron grip. Not her though. She could never hold her down.

Dakota hummed, “Tell me about it.” her eyes looking back over at Annie who seemed to be checking out her new sutures. However, her eyes were focused a bit more on Y/N.

Annie was stuck in a little world of her own at the moment, trying to process everything that’s happened. Everything that will happen. “Who is Dr. Vivianne?” Annie questioned, her head tilting a bit. She hadn’t heard of the name. Nor did she read about it… This was someone completely new.

Y/N could’ve answered that question in a multitude of ways, but she didn’t. She just stood there and shook her head, ‘Head of the Medical Division. She took after Henry Belis when he died after the war.’ She gestured, not very fond of the history. Especially, not when her and Vivianne had so much of it.

“…So she’s your mentor?” Annie stood up from the bed, adjusting her clothes to cover up with just the fix of some buttons on her shirt.

Y/N shook her head once more, almost finding that idea a bit funny. ‘No. If anything she’s just a person in the big chair.’ Her hand gestures showed a little more of the sadder truth of this story.

A constant shift in power always made its way between Adler, Vivianne and Y/N. Either it was a battle of different approaches to certain things, or just Vivianne putting her foot down…. Y/N always had no choice but to listen.

Dakota took a step forward, a hand gesturing towards Annie. “What she means is, she’s a hothead with too much power. Haven’t thought of one instance where she’s not sending Adler to me. A control freak. Always up my ass about quite literally everything that happens as if I don’t have it all under a watchful eye.” The bandit scoffed.

Y/N knew that Dakota and Vivianne were also on opposite sides of the fence. It wasn’t anything new though.

“…She doesn’t sound… nice.” Annie commented in a weird blunt way that made Y/N give a small exhale of amusement. The blonde’s interest suddenly hyperfixed on that little action, her mind blanking a bit.

Y/N then shook her head, ‘She’s the product of someone who lets expectations cloud judgment… Someone who let their promotion go straight to her head.’ She signed with her eyes averted, crossed her arms after while making her way over to the window. Her mind always drifted back to the past… How, she constantly felt the weight on her shoulders as she did back then. Why was it always her making tough decisions? She never had a moment to just… Be.

“Y/N, I want you to lead the Medical Research Council.”

That offer was the downfall of the bonds they used to hold. When it became more about competition than about actually helping. Who was better and who could fill the shoes that were left. Y/N remember denying the position… Wanting to live a quieter life. The occasional job here and there… But, now here she was. Fighting against her own moral compass and risking her job because she’s never been one to leave others behind. Not now, not ever. She was thankful that Luther and Denis shared that principle.

She was tired.

Dakota could see that look in Y/N’s face. How her eyebrows furrowed down, a look of lost confidence. “…You two have history then?” She finally asked, making Y/N’s head turn away.

Annie stayed quiet, just wanting to know anything that Y/N would give her… Anything that book never told. Those continued chapters. She just… She needed to know.

And Y/N told them.

‘We worked together for a while. I was under the watchful eye of Commander Hange, placed to be a field medic and soon captain for a squad … She was… my partner. Someone I could trust at the time… A voice almost.’ Her gestures were careful, her face showing a mixture of emotions. But, she didn’t miss those moments. ‘At least, that’s what I thought at the time… But, when you’re running for someone else, you forget to walk. She forgot to walk and instead took the opportunity to fly… Hasn’t come down since.’ Her way of telling the story made Annie feel like she got a good punch to the gut. Like she was too late.

Dakota was surprised, head almost jolting back a bit from the information shared. That made a whole lot more sense now…. Why couldn't they find anything based on the missing parts of this “case.”

“You were been quietly stationed…? Why the hell would they do that?” Dakota was so fucking confused. In what universe, does making someone go missing create a benefit?

Annie was struggling to understand as well, her expression contorting with its own confusion. “That doesn’t make sense…” Annie started her thought, pointing towards Y/N, who in turn turned to look directly at the ambassador.

“I was working with the scouts during the rumbling… They said they never saw you...” Annie could remember it easily. Jean didn’t know. Connie didn’t know. Mikasa was the one who told her that Y/N’s been… Armin even said the same thing….

Y/N took a step forward, ‘What did you expect the friends of a former enemy to do?… I was working and had you come after me, you would’ve been killed.’ She knew her words were coming off a bit hostile, maybe even a bit bitter… But, she was… She was allowed to be. That was the truth. She had bigger responsibilities than

Dakota stayed quiet though, taking a place against the wall with her arms folded over her chest. She wanted to see how this entire thing unfolded, but kept a watchful eye on if it got… Too heated between the two.

Annie shook her head, “You weren’t my…” She then stopped herself, because at the time… They were enemies. They fought on different sides of the walls. Y/N stood a little taller, her eyes looking into Annie. The same way they used to when she couldn’t promise anything. It made Annie speechless.

There was a pregnant pause before Y/N tilted her head, hands signing her thoughts. ‘I liked to keep my whereabouts private… That was until recently… With the war over and a lot of the members no longer here… Now, I am just a doctor and rep for medical research.’ The mute doctor’s footsteps grew closer to Annie, the two eventually standing face to face. As much as it pained her to mention the death of her mentor and practically her guardian Hange, it was true. After the war on Marley… Y/N’s squad was disbanded to focus full time on other things.

Annie’s eyes softened up, her eyes unconsciously moving downwards towards the lips of the other woman. “And what was so important?… I could think of many instances where people needed a medic and you just weren’t there.” Annie questioned with a more sharpness in her tone. Her eyes looked back up into Y/N’s eyed again, their gazes strong enough to probably light a flame.

‘Who do you think delivered the queen’s heir?’ Y/N’s response made Dakota have a little outburst, her head shaking in disbelief. She pushed herself off from the wall and approached the doctor with an accusatory tone. “Bullshit! Everyone knows that Dr—” Her voice stopped immediately, eyes showing a shocking realization. That’s when Dakota’s hand soon pointed directly at the mute doctor, the doctor holding a prideful smile.

Annie’s eyes shifted to Dakota, trying to understand what revelation they had just came upon… Then she heard it. A name she’s heard of before.

“Dr. Quil…” Dakota’s realization rang in her voice, expression showing the new information boggled her mind. The documents were shredded because Y/N didn’t exist in the corp…. Y/N and Dr. Quil didn’t exist at the same time. They couldn’t.

“Dr. Quil helped me out with my bent out leg. I’d recommend seeing her if you need a check-up.”

The memory made Annie’s body feel suddenly cold. Her eyes finding themselves downcast and her hands at her sides in the shape of fists. Hiding in plain sight… Then she remembered what Dakota said to her when she was tied up in that chair.

“Name has been dead for a long time….” Annie spoke under her breath, trying to take in everything… But, It was too… Too much.

‘Marley was lovely, by the way. I find it crazy I made it there before you did.’ Y/N was just fucking with Annie now, the tension starting to grow the more that Y/N revealed. Annie immediately grabbed Y/N by her shirt collar, staring at her old lover with a more cold gaze. Was she mocking her?

The threatening look didn’t make Y/N flinch, she wasn’t the same person she was before… Annie had to accept that… There was no journal writing, no walks through the snow, no late night visits that ended up in a tangle of limbs… They were strangers. A clean slate. They didn’t recognize each other. That’s what years did to something that wasn’t fully established.

“Amby…” Dakota placed a hand on Annie’s chest, keeping her voice steady to calm Annie’s overwhelming emotions. But, It was all just too much to take in. Her fists clenched harder, her eyes wide and she was spiraling a bit.

But, it wasn’t. They were just battle-hardened creatures now… Both had their secrets. ‘Be mad that I lied, Sure. But, you can’t be mad at me for doing the same shit you did to me.’ Y/N was right. She wasn’t any better… They were the same coin, different sides. Annie couldn’t be mad that Y/N took a more respectable route of things.

“Annie.” Dakota’s voice raised, stern and hushed as to not disturb her uncle who was probably in his own sorrows with his mourning.

“You act like I didn’t care.” Annie’s voice wavered in their justifications. “I didn’t fucking leave you because I wanted to!”

‘You left because you knew you couldn’t stand to tell me the truth. You couldn’t even be honest with me when I got hurt because of you.’ Y/N’s words struck into her like daggers. And they were right… Annie was the biggest coward. The one that ran away because it got too complicated and the fact Y/N saw that and looked down on her… She didn’t know what to say.

Dakota’s hand pushed against Annie’s chest again, “That’s enough.” The bandit wasn’t going to let this continue, making Annie finally let go of her old lover’s shirt. Y/N even swatted Annie’s hands away, the sounds of breaths heavy coming from the two lovers. Dakota pushed them away from each other, pointing a finger at the blonde then at the H/C as if they were dogs. Both just back off, staring at each other from past Dakota.

The doctor fixed her collar, dusting herself off while she took that moment to breathe. She knew Annie could easily overpower her, did she care? No. She knew she had the upper hand. They both were in a position that couldn’t be replaced. Both were important people… With powerful names…

“Let me remind you both that we don’t need this. I get it! You’re pissed off at her. She’s hung up on you… But, right now??? We have shit we got to do.” The gang leader motioned between the two, hazel eyes meeting up with the doctor’s. “Doctor?” Dakota spoke to move the attention from Annie to herself, cautiously holding out their hand to the disheveled woman. Y/N just looked down at it with a stubborn glare. A little parley on their personal matters… How fun.

“We get this done, you both can sit… Maybe, have a nice coffee above ground about it. Hell! Kill each other afterwards if you really want to! I don’t give a damn. Now, we know what we need. We need to rest, wake up and have that meeting with Vivianne with no delay.” The way Fabel spoke really showed that they knew how to keep the game fair. That’s how they liked it. Fair, sweet and short. None of this back and forth.

Annie licked the inside of her cheek, still feeling that bubbling annoyance in her gut. She was also smacked with guilt and doubt. She just nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. It’s not like she wanted to fight her. and Y/N didn’t want to fight her either… She was exhausted.

“Deal?” Dakota asked, eyebrows raising to show a more neutral face to the doctor. She didn’t want to seem like she picked a side, there was no sides.

With much contemplation, Y/N reached over to shake the bandit’s hand. She can play nice for a bit. E/C eyes met up with blue soon after, ‘I know a nice cafe we can go to when this is all over. I’m guessing you like it with extra sugar?’ The doctor signed to Annie, making the ambassador suddenly look taken aback.

“How did you—?” Annie was caught off guard, head turning to follow as Y/N walked past her to start getting their stuff together for bed. She might not have realized, but Y/N still remembered her sweet tooth. Not that she would admit it.

Dakota shook their head, rolling their eyes as they left the two to get their shit together. The bandit was expecting a cute reunion, maybe some fighting with a little bit of declarations of love… No, just got a headache. A massive one.

“Hey, Uncle. Do you have rope?” Dakota asked, coming down the stairs to see the older man at his workstation. His eye looked over to the younger Fabel, placing down an axe head he was sharpening.

“What do you need rope for?…” He asked, watching as Dakota made her way over. She stopped across the work bench, hands in her pockets with her eyes looking at all the new things her uncle had been busying himself with.

“I got two dogs that need to get along. Figured I would just tie them up until they did…” Her hands picked up a shiny blue steel knife with a beautiful redwood handle. She gave it a few practice swings, testing how the blade hid away before flicking it out again.

Miles softly hummed, “Is that what I heard upstairs…?” He turned back to his work, sanding down a handle for an axe he was making.

Dakota nodded with a dramatic head nod, folding the knife back into itself. That’s when Miles held out his hand, “Makes the place a lot more lively… Can’t say I hated it.” He said with a short laugh, making Fabel feel a little guilty. They knew what he meant, it wasn’t just him that felt that way.

She gave him the knife, watching him pull away from the desk to place it into a little sheath he had made for it. A pretty thing, lovely dark leather always looked good. “I’m sorry for not being around much, M…” She apologized, pulling a chair out from his desk that was cluttered with ideas and projects. She sat across, leaning back in it.

He took a deep breath, looking at her with tired eye. “You're all good, D… I know you’re busy with managing the gang. I gave you that responsibility after all… I know how much it takes away.” He looked back down at the wooden handle in his hand, placing down the sandpaper to test how it felt in his hands.

Dakota sighed, “…I’m working hard to stop it… I mean.. I’m not going to say much, but I’ve been establishing quite the connections.” She saw how he shook his head.

It didn’t matter how many connections a person had. For some reason, this place always took and took. It took his left eye… It took his wife… He was stagnant… Just a guy who made tools for a gang he used to run.

“Hmm… Just don’t get swept up in it, D.” He simply said, his voice quiet. It pained Dakota to see him this way… Watching him adjust that eyepatch on his face, sometimes she could see his hands shake.

“It’ll have to catch up to me to sweep me up, Uncle.” Her voice softened up, watching as he sighed and shook his head. “I’m serious.” He replied, looking up at the young bandit. Despite her being older now, he still saw that little girl that enjoyed watching him make new things.

“I know.” She exhaled, standing up from the chair. “I promise. Once this is all over, we can take a trip above ground… get some fresh air. Maybe, we can see the water too. I know you’ve always wanted to do that.” She promised, holding a soft smile. It was one of those smiles that made Miles feel at ease.

“…Sure… We’ll go see the water.” He agreed with the pretty thought. Maybe he needed to get away from all of this… But, nothing could ever fill his missing piece… Not even water. Dakota gave a wink, motioning towards the kitchen as she started to head for head. “Make sure you eat, Uncle. Don’t need you passed out on your workbench again.” She advised, footsteps echoing as Dakota went up.

The older man’s eye looks over at the urn on the shelf, “What are we going to do with this kid, Kate?…” He asked before he shook his head and got back to work on making his axe.

——

“LUTHER! RUN!” Denis yelled, sprinting down the alleyway behind his best friend. Luther was running just like he was told, looking back behind them as men started to rush them.

“I want them alive!” The man ordered, stopping his chase and pointing at his men to go after them. His lips lifted into a proud smirk, hearing the bullets fire and the feet of men running at his demand… Was this what it was like to have power Instead of being kicked to the ground?

Denis followed close behind, pulling down barrels and crates to obstruct any path. Luther knew something was fucked when they saw those bastards were starting to block off streets. They had to ditch the wagon because of it and It fucked with him, he knew what they were looking for. Their faces were well known from the papers.

BANG!

Luther found himself ducking his head, scrambling into another set of alleyways behind some brothel. Bugs and rats scurried past his feet. His heart racing in his ears made it feel as if his head was underwater. He couldn’t hear anything. Just kept running and running.

“Through here!” Luther said, finding an old building they could run through. He looked at the old doors on it, taking a step back before using as much momentum and adrenaline to kick the damn thing open. Once the door broke open, Luther pushed himself through the splintering wood. The place was dark and dusty, but he could care less…

“Denis, I think we should—” He turned behind him and saw no one. Her heart dropping instantly, all he could hear now was the sound of his own heavy breathing.

“Denis?…Brother?” He helplessly called out.

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Hey darling, hope you are doing well ! If possible I'd like to request a finnick x reader, where they were rivals/enemies growing up but ever since the reaping (for the reader first) she realises that she can't live without annoying finnick (too proud to say that she loves him) and when she wins the games, she tells finnick that even though they fight and argue like 24/7 for all their life, she loves him and was thinking about him all the time during the games and that she tried to win for finnick.

[ Also if possible for a part 2 ]

Finnick gets chosen for the next hunger games and the reader won the last one so she mentors him. But Annie is with him for the games and she gets close to Finnick and it makes the reader jealous. And you can decide for the ending if you want Finnick to have a dramatic end where he has to kill Annie in the games or someone almost kills Finnick but the reader pulled some strings for it to be Annie instead. Have fun with it, I don't mind whatever ending you write !! Thank you again darling and take care ❤❤❤

hi darling! i don't take requests for fics with two parts so you simply get both parts in one :) it is long enough for two parts though LMAO

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Sunlight on a Reaping day. Two things that seem as if they should never go together in the slightest, yet do. You think it would be far more fair if the world would save its pleasant days for hours that aren’t spent on horror. What a waste of good temperature, rare beauty in this thankless existence.

You have a few hours left before you have to turn in with the rest. The town square is clear right now, eerily empty; you can see it from the top window of your house, not that you’ve been looking. Not that you’ve been wondering what it’ll look like when that entire square is full of people waiting to hear which two of you will die this year.

You’re not in your house now, even though you’re supposed to stay there until the time comes to attend the Reaping. You can’t bear to be stuck there a moment longer. You always get this way when the Reaping comes around, as if by putting yourself in any cage, it’ll be that much easier for your name to be pulled from that bowl. 

You don’t know how much time you have left until the inevitable comes. Every year, your name must come closer and closer to being pulled. Perhaps it’ll happen today. At least then the waiting would be done. You’d only have to be escorted to your death in the Capitol’s lurid glory, and what’s so wrong with that? You’d even get a decent meal out of the whole gory exchange.

You’re walking on a path near the outskirts of your district, Four. The edge of the sea is just in sight. It would be nice to walk down to where the surf meets the sand, to cool your heels in the bay even one more time, but you know better. The water’s edge is always under guard by Capitol Peacekeepers on the lookout for starving fools looking to steal some fish. You have no desire to risk their wrath on a day like this.

Your tendency to avoid being arrested doesn’t save you from being found, however. You’ve scarcely walked ten minutes before an irritatingly familiar voice sounds from behind you.

“Looking for a chance to run, Y/N?”

You roll your eyes and turn around. A boy has emerged from the shadows of the path behind you, although his golden blond hair shines just as bright as always.

“Wonderful to see you too, Finnick,” you respond coldly, “but I thought I didn’t have to face painful death until the Reaping. That means I shouldn’t have to see you until then.”

Finnick Odair, for of course it is he, bares his teeth in a broad grin. “What could you possibly mean by that? I think I’m hurt.”

You glare at him. “It means talking to you for longer than a second kills off my brain cells more than a trident to the skull. See you around,” you say pointedly, and turn back to the path ahead of you.

What a way to start the morning indeed. You and Finnick have been rivals, enemies, unwilling coworkers, everything but friends since the day you met. You don’t know how long you’ve known Finnick, only that you’ve spent far too much time around him than you’ve ever wanted. It feels like every word out of his mouth is a barb pointed in your direction, all sharp points and deadly blows.

Despite your usual rivalry, however, Finnick doesn’t seem willing to be left alone quite yet. He merely jogs to catch up to you, stretching his arms out in a tired yawn. “What a day. I think I’d almost like getting off work if it weren’t for the fact that it means I might die.”

You tilt your head to the side, considering this. “When you say it like that, it almost sounds like a bad thing.”

“What else could it possibly be?” Finnick grumbles. “Of course, if it got me away from you and into the lap of luxury, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing after all.”

You snort. “Oh, please. If you were ever in the lap of luxury long enough to make it through the Games, I’m sure you couldn’t enjoy a second of it. You’d be mourning my absence, of course, and that would simply ruin everything for you.”

Finnick chuckles. “What, you doubt that I would win? Have I not gotten into enough fights to prove that I could?”

You shrug absentmindedly. “Oh, I’m not doubting your love for conflict. I’m merely worried that every other tribute would get so annoyed by you that they’d make you an immediate target.”

Finnick’s brows raise comically. “Is that so?”

You nod solemnly. “I can see it now. It would be rare for every single other tribute to work together, but they’d make an exception to kill you first. It would be particularly shameful for you personally.”

Finnick laughs, tilting his head back as his eyelashes briefly flutter shut. You look only when you’re certain that he can’t see you staring, and the second he opens his eyes again, your gaze is fixed on the path once more.

“Well, I would hate for any of that to happen. Maybe it’s for the best that I don’t volunteer, then?”

You swat him on the shoulder. “Nobody volunteers without a death wish, you idiot. I’m not saying you don’t have one, but I thought even you were smart enough to avoid that.”

Finnick clasps a hand to his chest in the throes of mock agony. “Even me? Y/N, I can’t bear it if you call me an idiot. I may never live from the pain of this insult.”

You laugh before you can stop yourself, and do your best to immediately school your expression back into a more personally satisfying neutral. “That wasn’t funny.”

Finnick grins. “No? Is that why you’re laughing?”

“I’m not laughing,” you deny, fighting the corners of your lips from where they threaten to tug up again into a smile, “I would never laugh.”

“Are you sure?” Finnick asks, pointing a condemning finger towards you, “Because I can see you laughing right now. Don’t try to deny it, I can see you.”

“No you can’t,” you call out desperately, but Finnick won’t hear a word of it.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he says triumphantly, “we all know I’m the funnier one by far, you don’t have to fight it. Just let yourself laugh. It’s what you want, deep inside.”

Now you do laugh. “That’s ridiculous.”

“So are you,” Finnick says, and has to quickly dodge a vengeful blow directed towards his arm. 

To avoid another hit, he grabs at your hands. After a brief moment of struggle, you find yourself staring at the scene, the two of you with your arms woven in such a tight knot that you’re not entirely sure where you end and he starts. Finnick is standing far closer than you realized, you can feel the heat of his breath on your cheeks.

You and Finnick stand there, just looking at each other. You think that the moment might stretch on into the future, never ending so long as the two of you never let go. Finnick’s grip is just as strong as yours, he won’t be the first to part ways. He never would be.

A sharp siren coming from the direction of the town square startles you. Belatedly, you realize that it’s calling everyone in the district to the Reaping. Whatever time you had to distract yourself from this event is now gone, leaving only the haunted look in Finnick’s hands as you slowly step away.

“We’d better get over there before they send Peacekeepers looking for stragglers,” you say, voice barely more than a whisper.

Finnick nods quickly. “Yeah, sounds good to me. You look like a serious troublemaker, you’d better hurry.”

You give him a look, which only makes his lips quirk up again in a smile. It’s a much more muted expression than before, though. Finnick has always been good at appearances, and right now, his mind is on all the people that will be waiting for him back in that town square.

You turn to leave, but Finnick calls something after you before you can disappear back into the waving stands of trees.

“May the odds be ever in your favor.”

You look back at him over your shoulder, wondering if this would be the last moment you saw him at peace if either of you were reaped. If it is, you think you would be alright with it. This wasn’t the worst way to spend a morning.

“May the odds be ever in your favor,” you repeat. Finnick smiles quietly again, and you take that as your last reason to leave.

Your family is waiting for you by the edges of the town square. You help a few younger friends and neighbors enter their names into the Reaping for the first time; you smooth skirts and lapels and pray that you won’t know another twelve year old sent into the arena. Eventually, you join the other girls your age in long rows of District Four pride.

Your attendant from the Capitol takes to the stage soon enough, waving blissfully at the rest of you. He babbles on for a few minutes about the delight of being able to represent your district in the Games, the wonders of the Capitol, all of that usual Reaping nonsense. 

However, even the Capitol’s latest puppet can only fill his mind with so much chatter before the time comes to send two unlucky sinners to their death. The Capitol man announces that girls will go first, and plunges his hand into a round bowl filled with names. He pulls a folded piece of paper from the vessel, and although the town square has been silent all along, you swear that an additional hush falls through the ranks of people as he squints at the name.

Every year, you complain about how whoever’s doing the Reapings takes way too long to read out the names. This time, though, you think there’s not nearly enough time in between the moment when the Capitol man unfolds the paper and when he reads the name printed there in a firm voice:

“Y/N L/N.”

Your head snaps up. It can’t be. A thousand days of accepting your fate, and the moment when your name actually is called in the Reaping, you don’t believe it. You don’t know where Finnick is in the crowd, but somehow the second you hear your name read aloud, you turn your head and manage to find him in an instant.

He’s staring right back at you, face contorted in horror. Finnick has joked a thousand times that if you were ever reaped, he’d be glad to have you gone. You’ve done the same with him, but now that the day has actually come, he looks absolutely terrified.

You don’t have time to consider how Finnick will survive with you gone, however, the crowds are already parting to give you space to walk up to the stage. You can hear your footsteps echo through the silent square as you make your way up. The Capitol man grins toothily at you.

He tries to engage you in a few questions about how excited you are to take part in the Games, but continues on when you just glare stonily at him. The name read from the boys’ bowl is one you vaguely recognize as one of the fishermen, Clay Riverflake, but it means nothing more to you than another face to see you die.

Soon enough, the Reaping ends, and the two of you are brought back so you can speak to your families one last time before the train comes to ferry you away to the Capitol. Your parents are distraught, but they manage to choke back their sobs long enough to bid you farewell. 

There’s one more person waiting to speak to you before you go, though. You’re stunned to see Finnick idling by the door when your parents leave, and say as much to him.

“What are you doing here? I thought you would have been out celebrating. You get to be the best trident wielder in all of District Four now that I’m gone.”

Finnick forces a smile; you don’t know that you’ve ever seen it come with such difficulty. “Don’t think grief will get to me, Y/N, we all know my skills with a trident are leagues beyond yours.”

Despite the joke, Finnick’s voice still cracks on the last few words. He’s trying to lift your spirits, though, so you play along.

“Grief? I didn’t know that you would attribute such a strong emotion to all this.” You say casually.

For a moment, Finnick’s facade drops like a stone. “What else could I feel? You’re not supposed to go, Y/N. You’re not supposed to be reaped.”

Your hand flickers out to touch his shoulder for a second before you can stop yourself. “There’s nothing saving me, Finnick. My name is in there just like everyone else. Guess today proved it.”

A Peacekeeper at the door coughs, glancing pointedly at a clock on the wall. You’ll only have a few more moments before you have to go.

Sensing this, Finnick’s eyes shine with a strange sort of desperation, the likes of which you’ve never associated with him before. “Listen to me. Stay alive, alright? No matter what you have to do. Morals don’t matter here, none of that. I don’t care how brutal it is, just make it out. Promise me.”

You feel your breath startle in your chest. “I can’t promise anything like that, Finnick. You know that.”

Finnick shakes his head, unwilling to accept this. “Promise me!”

He’s cut off by the Peacekeeper calling for him to leave. Not wanting a fight on this day of all days, Finnick goes as asked, but he shoots you one last glance before he disappears down the hall, like he’s trying to memorize the sight of you before he loses you for good.

You think about that moment the entire journey to the Capitol, even when you’re in the thick of their gaudy festivities. You don’t have much time alone to truly ponder why Finnick, who had been all too complacent in teasing you whenever he could all these years, would suddenly have a change of heart when he thought you were going to die. When the distractions fade away, though, it’s the only thing that’s on your mind.

Finnick isn’t wrong, you need to do everything in your power to survive. The interviews and private training sessions are pivotal, and you’re able to claw your way to respectable showings in both. Maybe it’s due to your actual skills with survival skills and trident fighting that you picked up back home in District Four, or maybe it’s because even the out of touch Gamemakers can tell that there is nothing you would not do to win.

The Games start soon enough. In the weeks to follow, you’ll wonder how such a traumatizing part of your life was able to fade from your memory as soon as it ended. You see the most pivotal scenes over and over in your head, every kill, every fight, but the rest of it disappears. You remember flashes of running, the pangs of hunger, the terror of never being able to truly relax, but what sticks with you most is the horror of it.

When the fifteenth day dawns, it finds you standing alone with bloodied hands, the last tribute dead at your feet. The Capitol will be talking about it for months afterwards, how some girl from District Four was able to take down the most brutal of foes. They won’t entirely know how you did it, no matter how many times they rewind the footage to watch your technique.

They’ll say that you had the right motivation, and in the end, that’s the closest they’ll ever get to understanding you. After all, how could they possibly know that you killed and hurt and massacred because there was somebody waiting for you on the other side? Somebody you need more than anybody, somebody you lay awake thinking of even when your body was weak from lack of sleep.

That somebody is Finnick Odair, and that somebody is there waiting for you the second the train bearing you back from the Capitol pulls into the District Four station. He’s waiting back in the crowds, not wanting to seem like he’s altogether too interested in what happens, but he’s the face you see first when you emerge from the door of the traincar.

You don’t get to speak to him until much later. Your family has to swarm you, of course, and make sure that you’re okay (physically, yes, but in no other regard) before anyone else can even come near you. Only when you’ve returned to your house only to leave it immediately does Finnick find you again.

You’re wandering the paths near the water when Finnick approaches you at last. For a moment, he does not say a word, and you wonder if he’s picturing the same memory as you, when the two of you had been on these same paths and talked until the Reaping began. How far away it seems. How different you have become since that day.

His eyes are soft when they clear and look at you again. “How are you?”

You chuckle bitterly. “I’m not really sure how you want me to answer that. I’m alive, if that’s enough.”

“It is,” Finnick says calmly, “I’m not asking for anything else. I know what happened.”

You want to tell Finnick that he doesn’t know a thing about what went down during those Games, that just because he had to watch every minute of the fighting didn’t mean that he was aware of what really happened. Then again, how could he?

Instead, you let go of the words you’ve really been wanting to say. “I did it for you. That’s why I was able to survive. You told me to get through it, and so I did.”

Finnick nods. “Why was it enough?”

“I don’t know,” you say softly, “Maybe it was because I like bothering you more than anything. Is that silly to say? That I don’t want anything but a quiet house, safe from torment, a place with you in it where I can come down the stairs and see you laughing at the sight of me? I don’t care what words you say, how much they hurt. I just want to be there to hear you say them.”

Finnick stares at you, a dead man’s surprise at seeing the knife protruding from his chest. “What?”

You shake your head. “Nothing. I’m clearly not used to life outside of the Games. Just– promise me something, alright?”

Finnick nods mechanically, perhaps before he’s even aware of what he’s doing. “Anything.”

There’s something in his quick response that you can’t bear to decipher at the moment. “Don’t let this change us. Don’t let it make you feel guilty about making the same jokes because I had to go through the Games.”

Something almost like a smile touches Finnick’s eyes. “I wouldn’t dare let such an opportunity pass me by.”

For a second, you’re able to smile back at him. “I’m glad to hear it.”

You part ways with something better than what you had before. You don’t see as much of Finnick as usual due to the fact that you’ve been relocated to the Victors’ Village, but he keeps finding ways to drop by every now and then. He’ll make sure to insult the occasional piece of furniture or bejeweled light fixture, but the retorts never have enough of a sting to truly hurt.

The months pass in a haze. You’re allowed your peace for the first few weeks, but Capitol reporters find a way to keep in contact with you. You’re their latest favorite, of course, and the wealthy don’t like to lose their toys so quickly.

Before you know it, it’s time for a new Reaping. You have to go up on that stage again, this time as a Victor. It’s a new perspective, one you don’t particularly enjoy. It felt far safer to blend in with that crowd below, up until the point where your name was called.

In truth, you’re almost just as nervous about this year’s Games as yours. This time, you have to be a Mentor, and the fact that you’ll have the lives of two kids in your hands makes a knot tighten in your stomach. How could you be trusted to save them, to forge the connections necessary to supply them with food and medicine?

You turn your head when the girl’s name is called. You recognize her, Annie Cresta, not only that familiar glint of panic in her eyes when she walks up to the stage but by memories of Finnick saying her name to you again and again. He talks about her often, it’s enough to make anyone feel discontent. By contrast, hearing the name of this year’s boy tribute is enough to send you into a terrible storm of fear.

“Finnick Odair.”

You swear that your blood slows in your veins. How could it be that both you and Finnick would be reaped? How are the odds possibly so skewed against you? Finnick’s face is calm when he’s reaped, and you wouldn’t know he feels a single shred of fear were it not for the fact that no one can hear their name called and not know themselves to be ruined.

You meet with him as soon as you can. Now that he’s out of the public eye, Finnick’s face has taken on a shade more of stress, but he still clasps your hands and asks if you’ll mentor him. He doesn’t trust anyone else, he says. You’re required to help him by Capitol law, but you promise your aid as freely as if it truly had been your choice. Of course you’ll stand by Finnick, you would never forgive yourself if you did anything else.

It’s not like Finnick needs much help, though. He takes the Capitol by storm from the second he shows up, all charming waves and dazzling grins. He blows kisses and the Capitol ladies faint by the hundreds, recites a few lines about how he’s in love with someone from his district during an interview and they fall by the thousands.

He’s unfairly proud of himself, too. The second Finnick comes out of the aforementioned interview, you don’t know that you’ve ever seen him so jubilant, even when he managed to beat you in a swimming race for the first time when you were kids.

You’re waiting for him, leaned up against the wall, and Finnick all but runs your way. “How was that?” He asks, grinning cheekily.

You fight the urge to laugh. “Absolutely absurd. What are you going to do next, start reciting poetry?”

Finnick’s head tilts to the side as he considers this. “Actually, that’s a pretty good idea.”

You scoff. “You’re unreal, it’s fascinating. Well, I hope Annie enjoys the effort as much as the rest of the Capitol.”

Finnick frowns, brought out of whatever reverie he was locked in previously. “Annie? What are you talking about?”

You spread your hands. “It’s like you were saying in your interview. Your hopeless crush on the girl from your district, remember? You’d better hope that Annie likes public displays, or you’re done for.”

Finnick nods slowly. “Yeah, right. Annie. Definitely.”

You glance at him quizzically, but Finnick quickly changes the subject, and the topic of his feelings for Annie is dropped soon enough. Despite Finnick’s momentary forgetfulness, you’re not convinced. You know without a doubt that Finnick’s crush is on Annie, it couldn’t be on anyone else.

How could it be, after all, when Finnick spends so much time with Annie? He helps her during training, you feel like you’re constantly walking into a room just to see the two of them sitting close together and talking in hushed voices. No, there is no one for Finnick except Annie. No matter how that makes you feel, Finnick likes Annie.

No matter how you feel indeed. You were able to admit it yourself during your Games, if not to Finnick’s face:  you like him, you love him. It was the hardest realization you’ve ever had, but the most true. You can’t live without him. You don’t want to ever picture a world without him, because you have needed Finnick ever since he walked into your life all those years ago with a proud grin and all the means to rile you up. He is the only person for you, even if he doesn’t feel the same way towards you.

In the meantime, you can keep this promise to yourself by keeping Finnick alive. You don’t have to work hard to convince sponsors to favor Finnick, he manages that quite handily by himself, but you are able to offer him advice on how to keep them around. You swear you’ve chatted up every wealthy soul in the Capitol by the time the number of tributes starts to dwindle.

The only problem with Finnick’s survival, as it turns out, is Annie. Finnick finds himself unable to leave the girl behind, and although Annie is capable of defending herself, her trepidation to enter into serious violence is slowing both of them down.

Eventually, when there are only three tributes left, you know that you’re going to have to do something about it. Both Annie and Finnick are alive, along with a particularly nasty Career named Digit Overbloom. Finnick can kill Digit, of that you’re certain, but then you get into an issue where Finnick and Annie would have to face each other. Finnick is enough of a gentleman that he’d have qualms with deciding which of them would live, but you don’t want him to have to make that choice.

So, you get to talking amongst your sponsors, and arrange for the situation to be taken out of Finnick’s hands. The setup is simple:  Finnick is drawn away from Annie when he’s promised a new weapon, and Digit is in turn lured to find Annie unawares. When Finnick returns to his camp to find Digit standing over Annie’s dead body, he’s filled with enough wrath to take the Career on, and from there, victory is easy.

It’s the perfect ending. The only person who doesn’t seem to agree with this, however, is Finnick himself. Once he’s been removed from the Arena and cleared by the medical officers, he storms down to your quarters, shouting at you at the top of his lungs about how you’ve killed Annie.

If there’s one thing Finnick should know about you, though, it’s that you’re always willing to fight back. So, you square your shoulders and argue right back at him.

“It had to happen this way, Finnick. You know that as well as I did. Only one person can win the Hunger Games.”

Finnick’s voice is bitter. “So you killed Annie. Makes a ton of sense.”

“I had Digit kill Annie,” you clarify, “because it gave you the chance to win. That’s what it means, Finnick, I got you out alive. In case you forgot, there’s only one victor.”

He swallows harshly. “I realize that, but you didn’t have to kill her. We could have handled it without you meddling.”

You shake your head coldly. “Alright, fine. Hate me. I don’t care, because you’re alive to do it, and I am selfish enough to say that I would gladly have you despise me for the rest of time if it meant you had enough breath to draw until then. Either you killed Annie or Digit did. And we all know you couldn’t have done the job yourself.”

Finnick blinks at you in surprise. “Why’s that?”

You look away. “Because you love her.”

Finnick steps in front of you, forcing your gaze to rest on him again. “No. No, I don’t. There has only ever been one girl that I loved, and it wasn’t Annie.”

Your brow furrows with confusion, all traces of anger gone along with Finnick’s. “Then who could it possibly be?”

Finnick almost smiles, that same half moon sliver that you keep seeing. “Isn’t it obvious? You.”

You jerk away as if he’s stabbed you. In a way, maybe he has. Finnick has your bloody, beating heart in his hand, and you’re not even sure if he is truly aware of it.

“What?”

Your voice comes out shaky, disbelieving. Finnick lifts a casual shoulder, although you notice that the rest of him is practically vibrating with nerves.

“You heard me. I love you, Y/N. Always have.”

You stare at him, unable to believe what you’re hearing. “Then why– you didn’t tell me– why would you be so mad about Annie dying?”

“Because she was my friend,” Finnick says simply, “and with her, I had a guarantee that she would stay my friend even after I told you how I felt. I didn’t know if you would forgive me if I said what I wanted to say. You made me promise that I wouldn’t change how we acted together, remember? Annie let me pretend that things could stay the same way forever.”

You nod slowly, almost unaware of what you’re doing. “I remember that promise. I only made you say it because I was afraid of losing you.”

Finnick reaches forward to take your hand. The brush of his fingers against yours startles you back to reality. “You’re not losing me, Y/N. I swear it. We both went through the Games, didn’t we? They can’t touch us anymore. We’re free.”

You hold your stare a second longer, then start to smile. “We’re free,” you repeat.

Finnick chuckles softly. “I missed that smile.”

You look at him, disbelieving and fully aware at the same moment, then lean forward and kiss him. You don’t think you’ve ever been able to really startle Finnick since the Reaping, but this just might do the trick.

After a moment, he recovers and kisses you back, harder than you expected. It makes you laugh against his lips, which is of course motivation for him to kiss you even more. In the end, the two of you break away through bruised lips and matching smiles.

Finnick is right, isn’t he? The two of you are free. The Capitol can try and pin you down all they want, but they can’t take this away, no matter how hard they try. Let them come for the two of you, you think. They won’t be able to do a thing.

#finnick odair #finnick odair imagines #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair oneshot #thg #thg imagines #thg x reader #thg oneshot #hunger games #hunger games imagines #hunger games x reader #hunger games oneshot #hunger games finnick #hunger games finnick imagines #hunger games finnick x reader #hunger games finnick oneshot #thg finnick #thg finnick imagines #thg finnick x reader #thg finnick oneshot #finnick #finnick imagines #finnick x reader #finnick oneshot

[lichenbite]

I work in a sex shop so heres what I think all the ghosts would look at/buy if they went in one

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

fanny: walks past about 5 times before she finally goes in, and then walks really slowly around the shop pretending to look at everything BUT the toys. refuses all help and eventually buys a lipstick vibe and pretty white lacy crotchless knickers (which she pretends she didnt realise were crotchless). absolutely mortified about it, but goes home that night and orders a load more toys to try

captain: "er, hm. hello. erm. I have an order to erm. to collect. yes, its under the name—"

anyway the parcel contains a plain cock ring, condoms, and plain lube. vanilla ass (affectionate)

pat: is nervous-laughing a lot and very red and sweaty, but is super friendly and banters with the staff the whole time. way too susceptible to sales tactics; he only went in for condoms and leaves with fluffy handcuffs, 5 different flavoured lubes, dick shaped biscuits to dip in his tea, and a realistic suction cup dildo he couldn't stop laughing at

kitty: SO EXCITED and giggling the whole time. absolutely fascinated by the unboxed toys and gets the staff to show her how they all work. spends forever in the fitting rooms trying on all kinds of cute girly lingerie and taking mirror selfies, then buys up like 3 full sets, all in pink and purple with glitter and sequins and diamanté details. also buys rose gold nipple clamps and a baby pink vibrator

mary: comes in with kitty and hangs around nervously while shes in the fitting rooms, politely refusing help and absently looking at things. lights up a bit when she sees the toys and shuffles over to look, then comes up to the till with a strapless strap on and toy cleaner. buys them quietly and texts annie a picture :)

robin: is a regular. a man of very few words, and he always knows exactly what he wants, so he's in and out very quickly. usually it's just condoms and a big bottle of lube, but occasionally he'll treat himself or whoever he's currently seeing to a masturbator or a cock ring, or some bdsm gear like leather restraints or body harnesses

julian: also a regular, but not one anyone looks forward to seeing. complains that the stretchy cock rings wont fit him and buys xxl condoms because all the other ones are "too small". buys toys - mostly fleshlights and plugs - but never buys cleaner. has at least one of every bondage item. catcalls the mannequins. always asking when they're going to restock the blow up sex dolls

humphrey: chill ass man acts like he's just buying groceries at tesco. asks the staff's advice a lot and actually takes it on board, always makes sure he gets toy cleaner and lube. he doesn't like to experiment much so he sticks to a few reliable things, including a prostate massager. he buys up a lot of sexy massage oils and bath stuff, and likes to get pretty gift-wrapped lingerie for whoever he's seeing

thomas: walks in there with a lot of bravado for a man who's shaking like a leaf lmao. pretends he knows a lot more than he does about what he's buying and flounders for ages before asking for help. he doesn't even really know what he went in for, he just saw a scattering of rose petals and got attracted in like a moth. he ends up buying a masturbator and said rose petals

#bbc ghosts #ghosts #lady fanny button #pat butcher #the captain #kitty ghosts #mary ghosts #robin ghosts #julian fawcett #humphrey bone #thomas thorne

[khaleesiofalicante]

LBAF IV & BTS:

Since I do this every time, here are some BTS facts about LBAF IV:

Ironically enough, the first scene I wrote is the last scene (David meeting Other Max)

David was initially supposed to be the Prince of Darkness. But then I had a 'vision' about Lance and I was like 'I like this better!' - It also helped me establish Dark Max.

As mentioned before, Camila was supposed to die. Rafael was going to name his daughter after her. But I changed it (thanks annie) and he named her after his first love and best friend.

I wanted Mallory to be a villain who fucked things up so monumentally that the trauma lasts for generations. Mission accomplished.

Mallory was also loosely inspired by a villain called 'Neelambari' in a tamil movie from the early 90s. It was my fave film as a kid and I was obsessed with this character. You can see peak Mallory vibes in this scene at 03.45 (she's the young girl in the purple sari) also max has rajinikanth vibes wtf.

I love the irony of the Clave rumor that Max has a mistress when in fact it is David who is with Other Max.

Cami and Theia parabatai was simply created (other than for plot reasons) because i really felt we needed more female parabatai in tsc.

Atlas and Theia are named in the same way all Blackthorns are - greek/roman history influence.

Theia means Goddess of Light (and she loves the Prince of Darkness) and yesh it was intentional.

Harry, who is a character we are yet to meet, is named after one of my closest friends.

In the original epilogue, we were supposed to get six povs of the six new kids - but i scrapped the whole thing and wrote a kincaid pov.

Kincaid means Head of the Battle or Battle Leader, meaning he is meant to lead the battle against PoD.

There are SO many hints in IALS that Lance is the PoD. I was so terrified one of you might figure it out lmao. Example 01:

Lance's fate was also hinted in DML when David reveals Lucifer is trying to hurt him.

There was a scene where Maryse talks to David and says 'The NY Institute has always been a place for rejects but it ended up being the place where we found the love we deserved'. It got deleted. (maybe in part 5?) It refers to the fact that Robert and Maryse (and Alec) ALSO got exiled from Idris after the Circle and were sent to the NY institute.

And yes Merlin was a gift from Leviathan to Arthur. Other Max looks after him in the future.

Kincaid originally had a black puppy called Bella and I changed it into a black horse. Because I felt Victoria and Kyl wouldn't approve of a cute puppy lol. The horse was also inspired by 'The Ebony Horse' from Arabian Knights.

The Idris Patrol uniform was very much inspired by the House Lannister armor/outfits from Game of Thrones.

David believes Lance is Nico reborn which is why he named Lance's middle name after him.

IALS was inspired by the 'what if' of what if David had left Max after finishing that letter and what if Max didn't know how to get the memories back. It's basically their story in the mundane world - where without magic to make things better everything is more complicated.

Joan's name is inspired by Joan of Arc (who both Liv and Lexi love)

The reason why Kincaid doesn't like Iris/Malik is that he feels he and Arthur were supposed to have the same story (childhood friends to lovers) but they couldn't.

And finally, Paradise Lost (the book David carries around in the entire fic) is about the story of Adam and Eve getting exiled from the Garden of Eden which was a metaphor for Mavid getting exiled from Idris.

#i can't remember the others hehe bye #lbaf #my writing

[unknownths]

GET  TO  KNOW  THE  MUN.

WHAT  MADE  YOU  PICK  UP  THE  MUSE  YOU  HAVE  ?   autism probably

IS  THERE  ANYTHING  YOU  DON'T  LIKE  TO  WRITE  ?  aside from the like. illegal and morally reprehensible stuff i'm not very good at writing action since i don't do it often, so i skirt around it lol. if i were going to write for more than a hobby i would probably practice and get better at it and hate it less. i also just don't really find cheating as a plot device interesting or sexy lol but i can't really think of anything that's a super hard no for me

IS  THERE  ANYTHING  YOU  REALLY  ENJOY  WRITING  ?   hurt/comfort makes me want to eat glass /pos

HOW  DO  YOU  COME  UP  WITH  YOUR  HEADCANONS  ?   autism again. no uh i just. idk exist. i'm possessed or something probably. my mind just wanders. sometimes i black out and my phone notes are full of headcanons. i'm super normal about it

DO  YOU  WRITE  IN  SILENCE  OR  LISTEN  TO  MUSIC  ?   varies based on how overstimulated i am LMAO a lot of the time i'll write on my phone just in notes or on a google doc because that's what i have energy for, so that's usually silent. if i'm sitting down to knock out a bunch of drafts i'll usually pick a playlist of the character i'm writing to get me in the zone :)

DO  YOU  PLAN  YOUR  REPLIES  OR  WING  THEM  ?   i want to say i wing them but truthfully i think i plan most of it. not like hardcore planning, but if a thread is going somewhere i've usually had some sort of conversation with the other writer about the general direction of the thread or our muses' relationship whatever that may be. i don't like to have everything super plotted out usually because at that point like.... why am i writing it if i've already let it rotate in my head for 10 million years, but sue me i like some structure

DO  YOU  ENJOY  SHIPPING  ?   I'M A WHORE. LET THEM KISS.

WHAT'S  YOUR  ALIAS/NAME  ?   My middle name technically haha. I used to go by the name of one of my first ocs, but then i started writing her on tumblr and it got weird, so i started using my middle name which then got shortened to christie. since i'm a performer i've also had to think about my stage name a lot, and i ended up including it in that which is kinda fun

AGE  ?   22 baby let's gooo

BIRTHDAY  ?  September 29, same as my Aether and also Annie @actstogether <3

FAVORITE  COLOR  ?   It used to be orange but tbh? Green has kinda been the vibe lately

FAVORITE  SONG  ?   it's either francesca by hozier or fake out by fall out boy, i don't think anything else even comes close to those

LAST  MOVIE  YOU  WATCHED  ?   dune part 2! for once i've seen something recent lmao i don't watch a lot of movies but my dad loves dune so i had to watch the first one and then he dragged me to the new one last week

LAST  SHOW  YOU  WATCHED  ?   like casually i think it was psych, as far as like binging a whole series i'm not sure

LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO  ?  red wine supernova by chapell roan don't look at me like that

FAVORITE  SEASON  ?   i dont even know anymore bro. spring maybe?

DO  YOU  HAVE  A  TUMBLR  BEST  FRIEND  ?   i have a crew :^) my little gay people in my discord server <3

tagged by: @mischiiefs hi mak xx tagging: well u see. mak also tagged the rest of the aforementioned crew so if you wanna do this go for it i can't stop you-

#ooc › christie ╲ i don't even have my own attention.

[moonspirit]

Hi Moon!

6, 7, 8, 10, 15, 22

Hiii anna!! Thank you for the ask :3!

6. Post an out of context spoiler/sneak peek "Was he important to you?"

7. Which chapter was the most fun to write/which chapter has been the most fun so far to write? Hmmm, there have been a few, more fun to write than others xD Namely: 2, 5, 6, 7, 11, 13, 16

8. Is there anything you regret writing? Hmm. Many times I've second guessed certain things, wondering if it was fun enough, whether it was cool enough, whether it was smart enough and etc, but well. I remind myself as frequently as possible that it is a story about them living life, going through ups and downs, and silliness is a part of it. Why would I ever deny them silliness xD They deserve it. They deserve to be stupid and happy and silly and chaotic, living on three braincells.

10. Did you plan to write something that you ended up not writing later? Why? Yep! Between Ch 10 and 12, there was supposed to be a scene where Armin, unable to find time or energy to fulfill his "promise" to Annie (ie seggs lmao), jerked off by himself in the bath. But it didn't happen, it was cut xD There was no smooth flow to that scene, it felt out of place to me, and the scene progression there was very, very tight, I couldn't find anywhere to place it. Into the bin it went.

15. Favorite character to write for? T___T DON"T ASK ME THIS, I LOVE WRITING BOTH ARMIN AND ANNIE BUT- Since that's obvious. I'll say I enjoy writing Pieck. She's smort and kind to me. I like her. I might write a sad Pokkopiku background oneshot fic soon.

22. Something you wished you included afterwards? Atm... nothing. Everything has found some kind of place xD You know it hahaha xD

#anon ask #annawayne #VBEOW

[savedpeople]

didn’t liveblog at all but here’s some of my thoughts about tonight’s episode (spoilers ahead, including possible future spoilers)

It was great to see Negan and Maggie again, and even Hershel. I miss twd and its characters. It was also nice to see another familiar face in Armstrong (I’ve previously watched the actor in Grey’s Anatomy.) The Croat I’m not sure on yet, liked him this episode but it’ll depend on if they can keep him interesting or if he ends up being a “evil for the sake of being evil” type.

I’m loving the scenery, like it is such a nice change from the woods and dirt roads we had for most of the main show.

Writing-wise, having Negan take yet another kid under his wing feels repetitive, especially since Ginny basically feels like Lydia 2.0, and especially since Negan’s an actual father now and yet they’ve either killed Annie and their kid off-screen, or had something else happen so they aren’t together (I’ve heard they ARE alive and there’s some other reason why he’s not with them. If this is the case I’m very nervous of finding out why. I’ve heard theories and if those theories are right I’ll never forgive the writers.) THAT SAID, I loved Ginny and Negan’s scenes and I’ll never complain about getting to see Negan being Soft And Fatherly. Her being basically mute vs Negan’s naturally talkative nature makes an interesting dynamic too.

Negan actually feels like he regained the personality he kinda lost late into season 11. He feels very Negan again and hearing his snark again makes me very happy.

What we learned about Negan’s father more or less fits in with how I imagined their relationship/Negan’s childhood.

Negan’s very first scene being him in the shower upset/crying (?) plus him seeming to believe he’s not going to make it back to Ginny has me Worried and Upsetti.

I like that Negan apparently worked on a farm for a bit.

I’m sorry but Armstrong knowing about the line-up, that happened like 15 years ago in a totally different state is dumb and not believable at all. If he’d just somehow heard about the “empire” Negan once had, I’d still raise a brow but it’d at least be a little more plausible (aided by how unique Negan’s name is.) But “he once lined up a group of unarmed folks and bashed in a man's head with a baseball bat in front of the man's pregnant wife”? How tf would he know this? None of the people in Rick’s group are around to tell him, and none of the Saviors there knew Maggie was pregnant. Even Negan didn’t know she was pregnant or that Glenn was her husband until AFTER he killed him. Plus calling Rick’s group “unarmed” as if they did nothing to provoke the Saviors, or like they weren’t previously armed and threatening the Saviors before they were captured, is very... lmao. Also they once again left out/forgot about Abraham. Funny that they heard about him killing Glenn but Abe is nowhere in their story even though he was killed first and just as brutally. Also interesting how the line up continues to be talked about as like The Worst Thing Negan Ever Did and not like... everything else.

The continued “Negan has to pay for what he’s done” storylines are old, and the way it seems like we’re going to have TWO characters after him on top of whatever Maggie does/says to him, has me groaning. 

Yes Maggie never has to forgive him etc etc but her repeated attacking/insulting him is also prob going to get old (it was already was in the main show) especially considering the only reason he’s with her is because she asked for his help. like. maybe don’t overly antagonize someone you need? Makes it feel like a lot of the progress they made in season 11 just... doesn’t apply anymore, from either end.

The flashback to Glenn’s death was low key unnecessary. I promise AMC, no one’s forgotten.

I had other thoughts but I forgot them.

#don't r.eblog #jenwatchestwd #✘ || Excuse the shit out of my goddamn french ( ooc )

[levithestripper]

Bite Me, Bruise Me, Love Me, Abuse Me

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warnings: hickeys, bathroom sex, oral sex [m! receiving], praise kink, steve calls billy sir, choking, breath play, impact play [spanking], mirror sex, degradation/dirty talk, aftercare.

relationship: billy hargrove/steve harrington.

characters: billy hargrove, steve harrington, eddie munson, dustin henderson, mike wheeler, will byers.

length: 2.8k || read on ao3

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summary: after a hot summer’s day, there is no better way to end it than getting together at steve’s house to jump in his pool. billy watches the golden evening sun wash over steve flawlessly, illuminating him like some kind of god. he can’t tell whether it’s the beer or something else, but all billy knows at that moment is that he needs steve all to himself.

a/n: these two have been living in my mind rent-free for the past two weeks and this is what became of it lmao. this is for days 14, 22, and 27 of kinktober! daddy/master kink, blowjob, and degrading/dirty talk.

Laughter rang throughout Steve’s backyard, accompanied by loud splashing and screeching from the pool. Beer cans and bowls of junky snack foods littered the pool deck; the group had gone through a concerning amount, which will only grow now that the afternoon is coming to a close.

Eddie, Dustin, Mike, and Will are all in the pool together, screaming about something nerdy while dunking each other. Eddie’s hair is up in a sloppy ponytail, failing at keeping his hair even slightly dry. Mike slicked his and Will’s hair back against their foreheads, looking god awful but proud of themselves anyway. Eddie’s portable radio blasted some heavy metal song Steve didn’t know the name to.

Steve sat near the edge, his legs kicking languidly in the water. His skin is warm to the touch, halfway between a nice tan and a bright pink sunburn. The evening sun shone beautifully over him, illuminating Steve’s deep brown eyes, making them look like they were pools of amber. Dozens of new freckles adorned Steve’s back and shoulders, clustered together to look like rainclouds. Billy had to fight everything to not break out a permanent marker and start playing connect the dots.

“What are you nerds yelling about, anyways?” Steve asks, hand coming up to block the sun from his eyes. Billy sat in a lawn chair directly behind him, manspreading to a point where Steve was effectively trapped between his legs. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

Hellfire lets out a collective gasp, acting as if he claimed the sky was purple, and threatened to cut Eddie’s hair. “It doesn’t make any sense?!” Munson gawks, “What’s hard to understand about Will the Wise and his party of seasoned warriors who fight to save the souls of the innocent in the Kingdom of Mysia from an Annis Hag?!”

“The fact that I have no fucking clue of anything you just said proves my point,” Steve chuckles, taking a swig from his slightly warm beer.

“You’ll come around! They always do,” Eddie winks before turning away, returning to his sugar-rushed children.

Billy runs a hand through his curly hair, sitting up in his chair, bare chest barely brushing against the back of Steve’s hair. His hand subtly moves to the base of Steve’s neck, squeezing gently. “C’mon, Stevie, let’s go get more beers.” He tugs the hair on the back of his head, pulling him up and dragging Steve by the hand.

He staggers behind him, catching up before he gets too far away. “Billy, hold up, Jesus Christ,” Steve groans, “what’re you talking about? We already have a ton outside.” He threads his fingers with Billy’s, receiving a squeeze. Billy doesn’t answer him, entering the house and pulling Steve into the nearest bathroom.

He pushes him against the door, pinning his hands above his head by the wrist. Billy kisses him before Steve can get a word in edgewise, the kiss quickly growing desperate and needy. “Fuck, Stevie,” he groans, “you drive me fucking insane, baby.” Billy’s free hand roamed through Steve’s no-longer perfect hair, tugging on it again, drawing a low moan from him. Soon, he moves to hold the column of his neck, possessively keeping Steve still for him. “You have any fucking idea what you look like out there? Sitting at the edge of the pool so innocently, letting the sun pour over you, making you glow like a damn God,” his voice rumbles next to Steve’s ear, causing a shiver to run up the boy’s spine, a smirk spreading across Billy’s features.

“Honey—” Billy interrupts him with another kiss, effectively silencing whatever complaint Steve was bound to spout. Billy tilts his head to the side, nose pressing into Steve’s cheek as his tongue finds its way inside Steve’s mouth. Soft moans become more and more frequent from both of them, the air between them growing thick with desire. Steve manages to pull away in need of air. “Billy, honey,” he drawls, lust thick in his voice, “we don’t have time; they’ll come looking for us.” Big brown Bambi-like eyes meet crystal blue ones, leaving Billy to melt into a puddle.

“Let them find us, baby.” He kisses down Steve’s neck, sucking deep purple hickeys into his freckled skin. “Let me show you just how much I love you.” Steve’s face flushes, and he looks to a corner of the room, embarrassed. It doesn’t last long, Billy gripping his jaw tightly, his cheeks squishing together. “No, no, no, you’re not allowed to look away. Eyes on me, Stevie, you hear?”

Not trusting what filth may come out of his mouth, Steve nods.

Billy sighs, “No, no, I need to hear you say it. C’mon, pretty boy. Tell me you’ll be good for me.”

“I’ll be good—I’ll be good for you,” Steve stammers, the blush dusting his cheeks deepening. Billy’s smile is more of a smirk, but the grip on his jaw relaxes despite it. “Want you.” He grasps Billy’s hips, desperately tugging him closer, in need of everything he’s willing to give him.

Billy grinds his cock against Steve’s, reveling in the sweet moans he responds with. His hand leaves Steve’s jaw, trailing south to grab him through his swim trunks, finding him already fully hard. “Awww, Stevie,” he teases, his hand running lines up and down the imprint of his shaft. “You’re already this hard for me?”

He nods, pathetically rutting against his hand. “Mhmm,” he whimpers, returning Billy’s smoldering gaze with a desperate one of his own. “Billy, honey, please, stop teasing me!” Steve tugs at Billy’s hand, trying his best to slip it inside his trunks but failing.

“Aw, I thought you said you’d be good for me, sweetheart,” he coos, pulling his hand out from Steve’s grasp. “Thought you’d be a good boy for me.”

‘Good boy,’ echos in his head, making him feel soft and needier than he already was. “But I have been!” Steve fumbles over his words, his poor brain moving too fast for his mouth to keep up with.

Billy chuckles, fingers carding through his boyfriend’s hair soothingly. “Good boys know not to call me that, don’t they?” Steve nods, melting at the tingly sensation running through his hair and down the back of his neck. “What do you call me?”

Watching Billy’s full lips move as he talked proved too much for him to handle, leaning in for a kiss, which he got. “Mmh, I call you sir,” he groans. Not even a second after he responds, he kisses him again, and again, and again, rekindling the pace they were at before.

“That’s right, Stevie; good job.” Billy rucks up Steve’s shirt, hands spreading across his hairy chest. He pulls it up and over his head, tossing it into the sink carelessly. Steve reciprocates, making quick work of Billy’s belt and zipper, pushing the jeans down to his ankles.

Not long after, they were both naked, clothes forgotten about on the bathroom counter. Steve got down on his knees, hands running over the blond’s thick thighs. His big bambi-like eyes look up at Billy as he mouths at the tip of his already-hard cock. He’s thick and heavy on Steve’s tongue, skin salty from sweating in the hot summer air. “Taste good.”

A breathy moan escaped him, his mouth hanging open and hands tangled in Steve’s messy hair. “Yeah, honey? I taste good?” Billy teases, loving to hear him admit it.

“Mhmm, you taste so good, sir,” Steve moans out, eyes locked with Billy’s as his lips sunk halfway down his cock. He wraps a hand around what he couldn’t fit in his mouth, his head starting to bob. His wrist and mouth move in sync, knowing precisely what drives Billy crazy. The calloused pads on Billy’s forefingers rub small circles into Steve’s scalp, pressing Steve further down his shaft, not quitting, even after he starts to choke. Spit drools down Steve’s chin as he sputters, lack of oxygen making his head go fuzzy.

“Goddamn slut, slobbering over my cock like a two-penny whore,” he smirks, not letting him up for air. “’Cause that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it, Stevie?” Billy forces Steve’s head down to the root, his nose buried in coarse golden curls. “Yeah, that’s all King Steve is worth, isn’t it? Nice for a good couple of fucks until you’re just like all the other whores at our school.” Tears begin to stream down Steve’s reddened cheeks, further proving Billy’s point. “Aw,” he mocks, “you’re getting tears all over me, Stevie. That’s not very nice, now, is it?”

Steve hollows out his cheeks in a futile effort to stop himself from choking. Just as his reddened face started to deepen in color, Billy let him off his cock, reveling in the desperate gasp Steve made. The brunette’s chest heaved as he gulped down air, Billy’s dick twitching at the sight of him. “Good boy,” he hums, wiping the drool off of Steve’s chin. “Stand up for me, yeah? Hands on the door, mkay?”

He nods between the deep breaths he took, the stars sprinkled in his vision quickly dispersing. His red, bruised knees shake as he stands up, accepting Billy’s outstretched hand. “Kiss, please?” Steve asks, his voice rough and scratchy sounding.

“Of course.” Billy cups his face in his hands, gently closing the gap between them. Steve’s lips are swollen and pink, making the blond’s cock twitch against his stomach. His thumbs stroke Steve’s cheekbones, prompting Steve to press himself impossibly closer. Billy gently presses him to the door, hips grinding in tandem with one another. “Turn around,” he demands, his deep voice laden with lust and desire.

Steve is quick to obey, his hands coming up to make a pillow for his forehead, legs spread wide. Freckles are scattered along his back, trailing down his butt and continuing to the backs of his thick thighs. A pink, faded hickey is still visible on Steve’s ass, and Billy couldn’t help but smack it. Steve’s dick twitched at the slap, and he arched his back, silently begging Billy to give him something, anything.

Billy hums, staring at the heavenly curve of Steve’s spine. “Such a nice ass you got here, Harrington. It’d be a shame to leave it so plain like this.” The palm of his hand connects with Steve’s asscheek, pulling a choked yelp from him. A pink handprint blooms a few seconds later, giving Billy a target to smack next. After a few minutes, both sides are painted a pretty shade of pink and red; a subtle heat radiating from the half a dozen handprints Billy left behind.

“Fuck, Sir, please! Please, just fuck me already!” Steve whines, grinding against Billy’s cock.

He coos at him with a mocking tone, “Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, always a desperate little slut for me.” Hands run up Steve’s back and settle on the meat of his shoulders, making him shiver. Billy ruts against his already loose hole surprised to find that Steve already prepped himself. “Well, well, well, look at that,” he tsks, clicking his tongue. “Already loose for me, huh? Why is that, Harrington? You anticipated I’d drag you into your bathroom and fuck you like the cheap whore you are? Or were you just jacking off this morning, fantasizing about how I fuck you so much better than that dildo you were using?” Billy licks his teeth coyly, chewing on his bottom lip as he slides two slick fingers inside him, the other hand still glued to Steve’s shoulder.

Steve chokes out a startled moan, not expecting his fingers that quickly. “Oh god, Billy—”

“Which one was it, baby?” His fingers speed up, quickly adding a third. “C’mon, tell me, Stevie.”

“The second one!” he sputters, dick twitching as precum dribbles out from the tip, pooling on the cold tile floor. “Missed you this morning; couldn’t help myself.”

Billy’s fingers leave just as quickly as they arrived, drenched and sticky with lube. “Aww,” he teases, a smirk wide across his handsome face. He wraps a hand around his shaft, tapping the head of his cock against Steve’s winking hole. “Now, now, I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry,” Billy hums, slowly pressing inside him. Steve gasps and groans, hips pushing back on his cock, eager for more. “Yeah, that’s it, Stevie. Nothing compares to the real thing, huh? This what your pretty little ass needed?” Billy bottoms out with a harsh thrust, groaning in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, yes, just like that,” he moans, blunt nails clawing at the door. “S’deep, baby, fuck.” His chest bobs from his heavy breathing, giving away how sensitive Steve is already. Giving him minimal time to adjust, Billy pulls out halfway, only to return with intense vigor. His balls slap against Steve’s with every pounding thrust he delivers, harmonizing with the mantra of moans and high-pitched gasps pouring from the brunette’s mouth.

The hinges on the door rattle, giving away their secret if anyone were to hear. “Aww, this is just what you needed, isn’t it, baby? Just needed a good plowing to fix all your problems, isn’t that right?” Billy cards a hand through Steve’s sweaty hair, gripping it tightly and tugging. He pulls Steve off the door, forcing his back to arch further, bringing their faces close together. Billy’s tongue darts out to lick the shell of Steve’s ear, a shiver wracking through him again. “Go on an’ tell me how you feel, sweetheart.” He turns Steve to the right, forcing him to stare at himself in the mirror. “Look so good for me, Stevie.”

Steve took in their reflections. Sweat trickled down both of their hairlines; their faces flushed a matching shade of dark red. Steve’s bangs bounce with every thrust before eventually getting stuck to his damp forehead. “S’good, Billy—Sir,” he corrects himself. “Fuck, yes, just like that! Please don’t stop,” Steve begs, eyes threatening to roll into the back of his head. Billy sucks another hickey into his neck, eyes never leaving the mirror. “Oh my God, oh my God, Billy! Right there, right there, right there!”

Billy adjusts himself to hit that spot with every thrust. “Found it,” he mumbles to himself, hips speeding up considerably. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the bathroom, mixing with their moans to create a lustful song meant only for them. Precum oozes from Billy’s cock, creating a small, white ring around the base of his cock. Steve’s followed suit, the pool on the tiles growing steadily. “Cum whenever you want, honey,” he whispers in his ear, smirking at how Steve clenched around his cock in response.

“Billy, Billy, Billy, baby, oh my lord, I’m so close!” he cries, returning his thrusts. His hands dig into the expensive marble countertops, desperate for any kind of stability he could find. “Don’t—Don’t stop! Don’t sto—stop, please!” Steve’s eyebrows furrow together, his face morphing into one of pure ecstasy. His whole body shook as his orgasm washed over him, Billy’s muscled arms holding him steady as he fucked him through it. Steve’s spunk dripped down the equally as expensive wooden cabinets, his cock twitching even after his orgasm ended.

It wasn’t long before Billy came as well, shooting his load deep inside Steve’s ass. He doesn’t pull out right away, allowing them to revel in the afterglow. Billy litters Steve’s back with chaste kisses, reeling him back down to earth. “Fuck, baby,” Steve groans, turning his head to kiss him. He turns around fully, Billy’s cock slipping out unceremoniously. Cum slowly starts to drip down his thighs, leaving him to shift around uncomfortably. “Love you so much.”

Billy’s hands ran through Steve’s hair as they kissed. For once, nothing else in the world mattered but them. Nothing mattered other than how long they could kiss, how long they could cuddle, and how long they could stay enveloped in each other’s worlds. “Love you so, so much more, baby,” he whispers, their noses bumping. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Steve nods, placing another kiss on his lips before they part.

Billy dampens a washcloth in warm water, gently cleaning the half-dried cum from Steve’s thighs. “Didn’t go too far, did I?”

“No,” he shakes his head, chest warm with affection. “I’d tell you if you did. You don’t need’ta worry, honey.” Steve kisses his cheek reassuringly. Billy pumps lotion onto his hands, massaging it gently onto Steve’s sore butt.

He smiles at his response, leaning down to grab Steve’s swim trunks. “I know, I know.” Steve steps into his trunks, letting Billy dress him. Once the drawstrings are tied in a pretty blue bow, Billy pulls up his own pants, loosely buckling his belt. They forgo their shirts, both way too hot to warrant putting them on. Billy’s large hands roam the expanse of Steve’s soft, freckled stomach, enraptured by his boyfriend’s beauty.

Steve cups Billy’s cheek, mystified over the sheer amount of beauty Billy holds. “Feel like staying the night? We can order pizza, rent a few tapes. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds amazing,” he hums, turning his head to kiss the palm of his hand. “Let’s go before someone comes looking for us.” Steve nods in agreement. Reluctantly, Billy peels himself from his lover, opening the door for him and closing it behind them after they leave.

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[leiakenobi]

leiakenobi's 2022 Fic Rec (aka, AO3 Wrapped)

Happy new year to you all! I did a fun new thing in 2022 where I kept a far more detailed record of the fic I read and wrote than I ever have before. Now that the year is officially over, I wanted to share some of my favorite fics that I read, alongside some of my own fics that I’m particularly proud of. There are also a handful of stats because hey, I have the data and numbers are fun.

Fics I Read (Stats)

In 2022, I read 293 fics about 122 relationships (either platonic or romantic) across 70 different fandoms, totaling 1,286,019 words. July and December saw me reading the most (over 300k words each month), in both cases helped along by Hannibal hyperfixations, as well as the reveals for Yuletide 2022 on Christmas leading to a final end-of-the-year boost.

Surprising no one, my most read fandom was Star Wars at 42 fics, followed by Hannibal (32), Ted Lasso (25), the Marvel Cinematic Universe (18), and Our Flag Means Death and Dimension 20 tied at 13 fics each.

My ship stats are proof that am (with the occasional exception) a multi-shipper, with Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter rocketing up to the top of the list at 31 fics, followed by Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso (18), Poe Dameron/Rey (12), Blackbeard/Stede Bonnet (10), and Ziggy Berman/Nick Goode from Fear Street just barely sneaking into the top 5 with 7 fics. I also read 21 fics that had no relationship tags at all.

Considering how frequently I do peruse the authors' profiles of fics that I enjoy in search of more to read, I don't read multiple fics by the same author as much as I would expect; out of 223 authors read throughout the year, I read multiple fics by 38 people, with a truly comical drop from the top author, blackleaders, at 20 fics (lmao hi nym), to 5 authors who are tied at 4 fics each (simplyprologue, Miss_M, apacketofseeds, saturni-stellis, and postcardmystery).

But that's enough numbers. Here are some fics I read for the first time in 2022 that really moved me.

Fics I Read (Recs)

Tangled by thingswithwings Community | Annie Edison/Abed Nadir and Troy Barnes/Abed Nadir | 28,327 words | Explicit

"Do you want me to go down on you?" Abed asks, one afternoon, when they're watching My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.

like petrol soaked paper and fireworks by simplyprologue The Conjuring | Ed Warren/Lorraine Warren | 5,285 words | Explicit

He’s alive, she reminds himself, the ghost of the exertion from pulling him to safety tensing her muscles. He’s alive, and she’s alive, and she is so, so mad at him. “I’m… you made me out like I was some big hero in London.” “You were,” he sputters.

and i would break my family's heart by sleepdraught Dimension 20 | Adaine Abernant & Aelwyn Abernant | 8,002 words | Teen

Her name is derived from Old Elvish. Aelwyn. Great future. In the archaic tongue, the words for future and forever are the same. Adaine’s name is also derived from Old Elvish. Second-born. In which Aelwyn Abernant puts abjurative shields up on everything, including herself, and she doesn't know what exists beneath all that when they're gone.

aqua vitae by nikomedes Dimension 20 | Sofia Bicicleta/Em | 9,324 words | Teen

“You invited me out,” Em reminds her, maybe awkwardly? It’s hard to tell when her face is literally cast in bronze. She reflects beautifully in the still pond, under the moonlight, wings pulled in close as if she’s a little chilly too. “I’d apologize for showing up late, but even the Umbral Arcana can only do so much about an angel flying over Verrazzano.” Sofia Lee, Em, and the moments in-between.

Wherever You're Going (I'm Going Your Way) by garmonbozias Fear Street | Ziggy Berman/Nick Goode | 13,583 words | Mature

Sometimes the villains win.

Such a warm commotion by whetherwoman Fire Island | Noah/Will | 8,691 words | Explicit

Everything's great and that's a problem for Noah.

Fortune Hath No Backward Bound by reserve Hannibal | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter | 8,153 words | Explicit

“I know Francis was the dragon,” Will said, face turned into the fine fabric of Hannibal’s dress shirt. “But sometimes, here with you, living this life, I feel like I’ve accidentally run away with one.” "Left the maiden in distress behind and took the dragon for yourself, then?" Or, Hannibal and Will run away to Europe. Things go more or less as expected.

haarlem by spqr Hannibal | Will Graham/Hanibal Lecter | 6,825 words | Mature

“Hannibal,” he thinks he says. He gets told later that he doesn’t really say it at all, but that the entire police station—most of which is waiting outside in the rainy parking lot—hears his voice clattering around inside their skulls like someone standing on a roof banging pots and pans and screaming at the top of his lungs: HANNIBAL, HANNIBAL, HANNIBAL. [or: rude, exhausted telepath Will Graham]

res publica, res privata by thedevilchicken Hannibal | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter | 2,348 words | Mature

When Hannibal puts his hands on him in public, Will knows it's for effect.

rise up with the dew by lickrish Hannibal | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter | 10,149 words | Explicit

Will learns to relax. Hannibal yearns.

wild peaches by notbecauseofvictories Labyrinth | Jareth/Sarah Williams | 3,571 words | Teen

The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast.

The Long Road by determamfidd The Lord of the Rings | Gimli/Legolas Greenleaf | 6,246 words | Teen

The world has changed. Middle-earth is no more. The Valar have departed, or they are dead. Only one remains to stir the dust of forgotten lands beneath his feet, waiting to fulfil his promise.

my hands have made some good mistakes by piratesails The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel | Lenny Bruce/Midge Maisel | 4,913 words | Teen

“Are you done for the night?” he asks. She doesn’t want to look him straight in the eyes in case he’s still got that look on him, so she goes for staring at the cigarette that’s crookedly dangling from his mouth. It’s really the worst idea she’s had since shoving her ivory skirt out of the window of that cab. “Why? Have you got some more things in your pockets you want to throw at me? Because, let me tell you, if you’re about to pull something out of there that’s going to leave a stain, I will not be held responsible for what I’ll do to you.”

but what if you kept me (i don’t dare dream) by Lacerta Moon Knight | Layla El-Faouly/Marc Spector | 5,141 words | Mature

"You said you came to Cairo on business," Layla explains when they stop at a river bank. "I figured you didn't have time to see the views." Marc thinks about the familiar landscape of the city seen from above, how he's seen the dawn and the sunset change the city with fiery colors – and smiles. Layla turns to look at him. Her face is framed by unruly curls, the night lights make her skin glow, and the warmth in her eyes sets a flame to Marc's heart. "Not views like this," he admits softly. - This is how Marc falls in love.

always 11pm somewhere by afterism Our Flag Means Death RPF | Rhys Darby/Taika Waititi | 5,870 words | Explicit

"Yeah," Taika says, his grin dirty and obvious despite the thousands of miles between them. "I've gone full LA wanker." "Proud of you," Rhys says, and then, because that's almost true, says, "Gone? You've been a wanker for decades!" Taika's dating again. Rhys couldn't be happier for him.

tannis root by arbitrarily Ready or Not | Alex Le Domas/Daniel Le Domas/Grace Le Domas | 10,190 words | Explicit

They have been married for six months. Together, they live at the Le Domas estate. Each morning she shrugs off the wrongness she wakes to, cold and close as a burial shroud. To herself she repeats the same thing Alex has told her, over and over again: Everything is fine. You are fine. You’re with family now.

Our Steps Will Always Rhyme by AnnabelleVeal Succession | Kendall Roy/Stewy Hosseini | 7,841 words | Explicit

Stewy had always been better at moderation than Kendall. Or, five times Stewy told Kendall no and one time he didn't.

L’Simchat Chaim by achoo_gesundheit Ted Lasso | Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso | 7,445 words | General Audiences

l'simchat chaim Hebrew, interjection :to the joy of living: Trent was still figuring out how that worked.

they will see us waving from such great heists by laiqualaurelote Ted Lasso | Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso | 21,110 words | Teen

"Trent Crimm, Interpol," says Trent, flashing his badge with a vindictive flair, "and I'll thank you to stop mucking up my crime scene, Mr - " "Ted Lasso, FBI," says the interloper, matching him badge for badge. Trent stares at the ID he is presented with. "How is that even a real person’s name?"

Up to Code by syllic The Way Way Back | Duncan & Owen | 5,564 words | Teen

Everything works out for everyone, because it should.

this love is glowing in the dark by pathstotread A Wrinkle in Time | Alex Murry/Kate Murry | 1,547 words | Mature

"On the night that Alex returns, after Meg has retrieved him from hell and brought him home, they all camp out in the family room, as if by some unspoken agreement that no one sleeps alone or lets Alex out of their sight." Kate and Alex, after.

Fics I Wrote (Stats)

In 2022 I wrote 128 fics about 79 relationships (either platonic or romantic) across 55 different fandoms, totaling 224,772 words. I wrote at least 10k words in every month except June.

I wrote 10 fics or more in four fandoms: Star Wars (18), Marvel Cinematic Universe (12), Dimension 20 (12), and Ted Lasso (10).

There were only a handful of relationships that I wrote more than once or twice, most significantly Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso (8) and Poe Dameron/Rey (6). I wrote 15 Reader-Insert fics across a variety of different fandoms. I also wrote 10 fics with no relationship tags.

I also got into fic exchanges this year! I found them a very exciting way to explore fandoms and ships that I might not otherwise have thought to write for; ultimately I wrote 54 fics (42% of my total fic output) as gifts in exchanges.

Picking some favorites among my own fics is hard as hell, but I managed to come up with a list of the ones that I'm particularly proud of!

Fics I Wrote (Recs)

all my worries, disintegrating The Conjuring | Ed Warren/Lorraine Warren | 2,654 words | Explicit

“What’s on your mind, hon?” That you can’t seem to stand still, she doesn’t say. That it doesn’t feel like we’re on the same page these days and a gazebo in our garden isn’t enough to change that. Lorraine knows her husband, so she starts smaller. “I’ve been thinking about the night we found the witch’s totem downstairs.”

Another First Kiss Dimension 20 | Cinderella/Rosamund du Prix | 528 words | Teen

Once upon a time, Rosamund du Prix was awoken by the kiss of a young woman with soft lips and softer skin, clad in the most glorious glass armor she had ever set eyes on.

There And Back Again Dimension 20 | Galfast Hamhead & Leiland | 2,205 words | Teen

For two years, Leiland had lain in wait. Collecting himself, refining his skills and becoming an entirely new man (so to speak) under Leiland Jr.’s leadership. And it was all leading to this moment, in which he would darken Hamhead’s doorway and finally deal her the agony which she so dearly deserved.

among many blue things The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel | Lenny Bruce/Midge Maisel | 586 words | Explicit

Midge didn’t realize she’d fallen silent until Lenny lifted up his head to blink at her from between her legs. “Y’know, I thought I was doing some good work down here, but if you wanna change it up…”

Cadential Motion Master and Commander | Jack Aubrey/Stephen Maturin | 1,405 words | Teen

“I’ll be frank with you, Captain, it’s a relief to finally have you in my chair. I was beginning to worry that you didn’t trust my expertise.” - Aubrey and Maturin discover that their first impressions of one another were borne out of some misunderstandings.

craving. Monty Python RPF | John Cleese/Michael Palin | 488 | Teen

Writing for this new venture – whatever the hell it was, these six of them and their daydreams – had proven to be invigorating and terrifying all at once, but through it all there was John.

if I could, I'd drown for hours Moon Knight | Marc Spector-centric | 451 words | Teen

Alcohol doesn’t hit Marc like it used to. It doesn’t simmer in his blood, it doesn’t seep into his brain and dull his senses.

pickup, pickup (a good book now) Our Flag Means Death | Blackbeard/Stede Bonnet | 401 words | General Audiences

The desolation would have been less apparent if Edward had done anything in the interim to fill up the space.

party crasher The Princess Diaries | Nicholas Devereaux/Mia Thermopolis | 597 words | General Audiences

Mia tosses and turns in her sleeping bag for the better part of an hour before concluding that she just might need to abandon her own party.

chasing the ghosts away Scream | Mark Kincaid/Sidney Prescott | 189 words | Mature

Sidney still called him Detective sometimes, after.

Patina Star Wars | Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader | 8,781 words | Explicit

You first encounter him at twenty, when your mother receives a call from an old friend named Qui-Gon Jinn. She’s always had quite a number of old friends, cloaked figures at varying stages of haggard who come through your house for a few days at a time in search of a place to rest their heads in your isolated part of the galaxy. With them, they always bring lightsabers, small and peculiar gifts of gratitude, and fantastical stories of adventure. This old friend brings with him a queen’s handmaiden, not much younger than you. He brings news of political sabotage and an urgent request for food, water, and supplies to repair his ship.

your love is sunlight Star Wars | Poe Dameron/Reader | 2,987 words | Explicit

First thing on the agenda: Poe Dameron is going to wash his kriffing hair. Second thing on the agenda: Poe is going to find you.

lovers alone wear sunlight Succession | Gerri Kellman/Roman Roy | 1,741 words | Teen

“I’m here to see Gerri Kellman. Just say it’s her ex-boy toy.” [Roman pays Gerri a surprise visit, after.]

Be As You've Always Been Ted Lasso | Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso | 8,202 words | Explicit

“I’d like to be clear about something up front,” Trent said carefully. “I don’t expect an answer right away. In fact, I think it would be wise for you to give some thought to what Keeley is asking of you. And we can talk it over until… what’s that colourful phrase you Americans like to use?” Ted chanced a smile. “’Til the cows come home?” “That’s the one.” - Keeley asks Ted to speak at the first event she's worked since starting her own firm, but his anxiety gets in the way.

Chrysalis Ted Lasso | Ted Lasso & Jamie Tartt | 1,964 words | Teen

“I’d’ve thought you’d be out celebrating with the team,” Ted said at last. “Yeah, I was for a while. Just…” Jamie sniffed, leaning forward to examine a stain on the bar that had probably been there for decades. “Got bored, I guess.”

if the years are all gone (series) Ted Lasso | Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso | 53,722 words | Teen

Nearly two decades before Rebecca Welton hires Ted Lasso as AFC Richmond's new manager, Trent Crimm spends a semester abroad in the midwestern United States. Everything unfolds a little bit differently from there.

Once In A Lifetime (sequel to This Must Be The Place) Triple Frontier | Santiago Garcia/Reader | 12,258 words | Explicit

After circling around your attraction for hours, Santi brings you back home to wait out the snowstorm that brought you into his bar. Once there, you learn more about the lonely man who's taken a liking to you and become increasingly aware of just what you'll be missing if you walk away from him in the morning.

#fic rec

[cantf1ndmynam3]

my computer: no 💗

ah yes time to feed my followers (throws incorrects into void) feast my fellow friends

angel: help! david told me i have to cook tonight and i don’t know what to do!!

asher, pouring milk straight into a cereal bag: and you thought i could help?

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freelancer: i will put ‘A’ to make ‘A’

lasko: i will add onto your ‘A’ to make ‘AT’

huxley: i will add onto your ‘AT’ to make ‘RAT’

gavin: i will add onto your ‘RAT’ to make ‘BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC’

damien: (flips the board)

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[ the group project ]

damien: could you pass me my keys?

(printer crashes)

damien: WHAT WAS THAT

freelancer, who used telekinesis: i thought you said printer

damien: WHY WOULD I SAY PRINTER?!

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music: 🎶annie are you okay? ARE YOU OKAY ANNIE🎶

freelancer: ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY ARE YOU OKAY ARE YOU OKAY ANNIE

gavin + caelum: (banging pots in the bg)

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gavin, coming home: how is the most beautiful person in the world doing today?

freelancer: i don’t know, how are you doing?

gavin:

gavin: i’m finE

[lovely x vincent as well]

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david: hey! open up!

darlin: well it all started when I was a kid…

asher: no, he meant-

david: let them finish

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asher, thinking: wait, are they into me? quick, make a bad joke and see if they laugh

asher, out loud: do you know why the skeleton couldn't come to this party? because he had no body to go with

babe: that's really funny!

asher, thinking: well that's not a fair test. that joke's hilarious

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milo: what’s your name?

sweetheart, trying to be mysterious: i don’t know

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darlin: you’re in his dms, i’m on his nerves

darlin: i’m pissing him off, i’m ruining his day

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gavin: is it hot in here or is it just me? ;)

damien: it’s you

gavin: what?

damien, heating up: what??

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david: we need to talk about your will

asher: what about it?

david: all you wrote was “bury me with extra bones to screw with the archaeologists lmao”

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damien: i was so mad at everything when i was 13, and i was right

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darlin (meeting sam): don’t worry, i have a permit

sam: this just says “i can do what i want”

#redacted asmr #redacted gavin #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted freelancer #redacted lasko #redacted damn #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted asher #redacted caelum #redacted darlin #redacted geordi #redacted sam #redacted shaw pack #redacted angel #damn polycule #redacted asmr incorrect quotes #redacted cutie

[y0d00p]

2, 7, 19

Who is your newest OC? Why did you make them?

uuuuuuhhhhhh gee I think it was Drasko and Nulla??! Nabi/Nari came a liiittle bit earlier, so. I originally made these characters as a way to use my characterization of DMK and SK in an original story I'm making with Teeny.

if you want one NOT sourced from Kirby, then it's either CEO or these guys. CEO was made as an "amalgamation of favourite character tropes" character (the inspo page is at the start of his tag), and Those 4 Guys were made as suitors for a self indulgent dating sim. The dating sim guys were in development a long time before I drew them and posted the bios online which is why I'm not sure if they or CEO came first. I think it was CEO which would make them newer

What are your favourite relationships between your OCs? (romantic or platonic!)

i don't feel like making links for all these sowwyyy

Lad/Pidot, Lil/Pidot, Tro/Annie, Lad/Boss

What are some things that inspired your stories? Real events? Maybe a dream?

SBH was honest to god kind of inspired by the Cobra wrongpurae, and a little bit of Space Dandy, and just like a general desire to make a story with a cool lady main character :3

Haze was adapted from the final story in my planned 8 story Kirby fic series when I was 13, and has been further developed with the intention of channelling my old style of overly edgy but still cute and wholesome story/characters of the time

MW (which just stands for Mirror World, because i still don't really have a proper fucking name for this one) was designed around characters adapted from my Kirby Mirror World fan characters I made when I was 12. it's no longer anything close to "mirror/dark world" related and has been through a million revisions but it's probably about lesbians

Until They Die (rename pending? it doesn't suit certain aspects like it used to) is just like, a world to put all my horror creepypasta murder inspired shit with VR in. inspired by horror creepypasta murder shit. also, did you know VR is a like 20~ year old OC that ALSO started as a Kirby fan ch

This unnamed bug musical was inspired by a lot of Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, specifically this song, which I had imagined as the opening track lmao

everything else I can't think of specific inspiration sources

[by-kilian]

My Love, how are you?

I went through 5 stages of grief while reading STH ch12-14. At one point, I was very sacred for Killian and Levi.

That cunning bastard! I was so dumbfounded that he assumed it was Killian, based on calculations?? Levi was very right about the mission very dangerous!

Mathias you motherf**** you stab my girl!!

Me when I see Mathias:

And Erwin apologizing to Levi, I don’t how to describe the emotions I felt. We can’t just blame him even if we want to, it was a part of his job and even if he wanted to bail it, he doesn’t have the choice.

I was so happy to see Annie and Farlan back. And, I am very glad that Farlan is living well and didn’t held grudge against Killian.

My Killian:

I just want to hold her and tell you deserve everything. Lucas, Levi and Sofia being her whole world I😭

I know what she felt in her unconscious state. She wanted to escape from her reality, just like us when things get so overwhelmed. But we all have someone who care for us and they wait for us.

She really loves Levi 😭

When she was crawling towards to reach Levi, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I don’t know if it was Mathias intention, he invited a woman named Sofia and the painting??? I am gonna kill the bastard 🔪🔪

Anyways, it was such an emotional, bit fearful, rollarcoster chapters. And, you really choose good songs that well matches with the vibe of the scene, the poetries you choose in the beginning chapters and how blend them in the chapters, hats off to you!!

And I’m very sad that STH is gonna end

Anyways, I will be eagerly waiting for the chapters. Take your time and plenty of rest.

Until then, take care!!!

Hi love, I'm well!

Lmao, I can only imagine the rollercoaster you went on having read so many chapters in one go!

Also yes, I know. I told you guys and so did every other character from the beginning that Mathias was dangerous. I hate that everyone only finally saw just how much now!

Honestly, I loved the apology Erwin gave to Levi! It's such a special and quiet scene. He never wanted to put them into this position but sometimes when you're @ your wits end, you don't know what else to do, and to your point, he felt like he didn't have a choice.

I was really happy to bring Farlan back, and honestly there would never be a need for him to hold a grudge. He's a big boy. It was a one-night stand. He'll live (and he did) lol. There's definitely more conversations to happen between the two of them, but it's been a long time since he last saw her. If he still held a grudge, he wouldn't even feel like his own character tbh.

And as far as Kilian's unconscious state, it's really less that she wanted to escape her reality, she was just dreaming! It's obviously a very powerful metaphor because to die in your dreams means to be born again or experience some kind of metamorphosis or rebirth, but she wasn't very aware of what was happening. She kind of had no choice but to not face reality since she was sleeping 🤣.

You're spot on when you say she loves Levi though. He is absolutely her weakness and tbh she is fine with that. She loves that man, DEEP. And trust me when I say it is returned.

Also I can absolutely clear the painting and Sofia up. The painting is intentional. Sofia is not. Mathias does not know details about Kilian's life like that, he followed her career and figured out who she was that way because as he stated himself, to bug and to dig information up on people takes away all the fun for him. 'Sofia' is merely just a coincidence that I wanted to drop in, and Kilian even notes that she reminds her of her Sophia in spirit. She's also the catalyst to get Levi and Kilian to spend one last time together by suggesting they dance. The painting was of course intentional since Mathias saw that Kilian had such an attachment to the story, but he did not deliberately invite someone named Sofia to mess with her. He's good at fucking with people's minds but he's not that good.

I'm so glad that you enjoyed the chapters though and thank you so much for sending me this lovely ask! Don't be sad that STH is going to end. As I said, all good things must come to an end but it doesn't always mean the end. There's always that way of the housewife AU I thought of with Kilian and Levi that I may do. You never know. ❤️

I hope you will take care as well, thanks so much for your kind words and words of encouragement. I appreciate you!! <3

#asks

[pastryleclerc]

📂

hello everyone! ✨️ below you will find the most important information about the author and the links to tagged games, etc. which will offer a little deeper view into the author's head (and life) 👀 if you wanna know more, you can always send me a dm or ask 🥰

name

i have a classic german name which i won't post publicly, but just call me anne or annie for short :)

age

at the time of writing this i am 21 years of age and i'll start my taylor swift year on december 12th 🎂

looks

i am a brunette girl with shoulder-length hair and green (and a hint of grey) eyes (side fact: i have the same eyecolor as charles leclerc and it's the rarest eye color), my height is 162cm or 5"3', i have three tattoos (bound to become more) and a lip piercing at the same place luke hemmings used to have his, i am absolutely not thin but i'm currently trying to loose weight 👩

job

i'm currently a trainee at our district administration in the system of the dual education (1-2 days of school per week and the rest in the office) with the intention to get my bachelor in public administration afterwards! 👩‍💼

places i've been to

the netherlands 🇳🇱, france 🇫🇷, italy 🇮🇹 and greece 🇬🇷 and - of course - germany 🇩🇪

interests

obviously f1 and football, but also: movies, tv shows, cooking, baking, singing (fun fact: i sing in our local choir), dancing, playing handball, playing tennis/badminton, hang out with my friends, going to parties/concerts/etc., travelling, reading, listening to music, swimming, riding the bike, inline skating, ice skating, talking about history (there's more that i can't think of right now but will definitly add) 💛

favorite movies/tv shows

movies: i will watch anything from marvel and dc, the golden age of barbie (aka the early 2000s-2010s movies), mamma mia 1 & 2, top gun 1 & 2, the m:i movies, dirty dancing, pretty woman, titanic, pearl harbor (judge me as much as you want i liked the movie), more that i currently can't think of - tv shows: hawaii five-0, gossip girl (og), pretty little liars, supernatural, desperate housewives (again, judge me as much as you want), bridgerton, more that i currently can't think of

football favorites

clubs: bvb and man city / players: basically all of the bvb squad, john stones, stefan ortega (my friend knows him lmao), christian pulisic, ben chilwell, cesar azpilicueta, kdb, erling haaland (there are probably more haha) ⚽️

motorsport favorites

charles leclerc, sebastian vettel (side fact: he's from the same state as i am), george russell, lando norris, oscar piastri, michael schumacher, daniel abt, nico hülkenberg - teams: ferrari (and mercedes, due to my family) 🏎

artists/genres i listen to often

first things first: i normally describe my taste in music as "everything i love" which is actually such a weird mix / artists: taylor swift, abba, katy perry, the weeknd, ariana grande, lana del rey, måneskin, dua lipa, 5sos, wet leg, wincent weiss, lady gaga - genres: musicals, indie, edm, house, pop 🎶

fun facts

we have a dog at home, my favorite animals are penguins, i have been to the first ever bvb vs. chelsea game, i've been to concerts of 5sos and wincent weiss, i like to build legos, i am an only child, i don't have a favorite season, there also isn't a color i don't like but i prefer beige pink and yellow, the glass is half full when you intentionally fill it up half way and half empty when you drink from it, my favorite quote is "even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise" from victor hugo's "les misérables", my english level is c2, my french level is b2, my spanish level is b1, i once had ancient greek in school, i hated the sciences (math, biology, science and physics), i'm bisexual ☀️

tagged games

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#about the author #fun facts #movies #tv shows #actors #football #soccer #f1 #formula 1 #marvel #dc #pretty little liars #top gun maverick #music #taylor swift #german #barbie #bridgerton

[bluinary]

YOYOYOYOYOOOOO

Ooooo, so. I’ve decided to try and flesh out Pluviophilia-- but as an original work.

I’d have loved to finish it as a fic, but to be perfectly frank guys, I’m just not as into snk as I used to be. I’d also have loved to do this with Icarus & I-- and maybe someday I will-- but not only is it a 119k piece, it has fully fleshed out and developed characters that I have a hard time claiming as my own. I know they’re my versions of the snk cast, adapted into a modern AU with less tragedy, but there would be little to no creative work involved for me. 

Pluviophilia, on the other hand, has great potential, but is unfinished. When writing it, I wasn’t 100% certain of who Mikasa and Eren would become-- who anyone in the cast was-- and it works out so well! It also offers fantastic potential for me to diversify the cast, and as it stands, the plot is something I personally need to flesh out, in light of recent events in my life.

Changes:

The story is between two women-- Sara (Mikasa) and Clementine Locklear (Eren), college dorm neighbors with similar traumas who fall for one another and are trying desperately to recover in their own ways while finding a way to let their relationship blossom.

Armin’s character (Eliot) is non-binary; Marco’s character is an immigrant; basically all of the ethnicities of the cast have changed. 

Sara and Clementine, though they’ll face hefty trials of their relationship, will end up together (I hadn’t planned for as much with eremika). 

The story will have more fluff and focus on recovery. A big reason I left Pluviophilia is that I’d written myself into a corner, emotionally speaking. It all became about how depressed Mikasa was, because I really wanted to validate myself and readers, but it stayed there and stagnated. 

Sara and Clementine will get far more time together. The fight at the coffee shop in Pluvio came about way too quickly, and it robbed us of Eren for several chapters. Clementine will not get the same treatment if I can help it.

Things that will be the same:

Eren/ Clementine will be a chaotic, bi disaster who hates their lifelong enemy, Jean/ Nick and has some pretty severe anger issues that clog a pure and loving heart.

Mikasa/ Sara will be a reserved, principled character who is compulsively selfless and protective, if somewhat reckless in that respect.

Armin/ Eliot will be Mikasa/Sara’s best friend, dating Annie/ Kay, and a vastly intelligent, nervous, socially awkward bean who can be absolutely harsh and intimidating if need be. 

The base personalities of much of the cast will remain the same, though they will be altered based on their backgrounds, demographics, and circumstances (e.g., though rough and tomboyish (and blunt/ dense as FUCK), Clementine is a cis girl, and has been socialized to have just a tad more decorum than Eren. Also Marco’s character, Lorenzo, is a Filipino immigrant, and is a little less in touch with American norms than an All-American Marco might be). 

New Year’s Eve countdown kiss :)

All in all, I’m really excited to begin this project!! If anyone is interested in seeing the live progress of the story, please let me know and I will find a platform to post my chapters as they go on. The working title is Clementine Spring.  

For those of you who liked Icarus & I, it’ll take on a more similar tone to it than the original did, with some fluff, some tragedy, and a story of the joys and devastations that come with facing your traumas, and with growing up. 

And if you know nothing of my snk works but are craving some heavy  wlw content (where both girls are brown) featuring pro-recovery themes and a diverse cast (mostly made up of chaotic college students lmao), hit me the FUCK up because knowing I’ll get instant feedback will be my greatest motivator, and I need to write this story. 

TLDR-- Pluviophilia (snk fic) ---> Clementine Spring (original work). Message me if I should post!

#step 1 is changing all the names and pronouns on what I've got lmao #names are easy; pronouns are tough #I have to re-conjugate all the verbs now that Armin is Eliot and 'he' is 'they' #also make no mistake: the story will get quite gritty at times. ptsd and bipolar and depression and anxiety #cannot be solved through any one thing. relationships especially can complicate things. #there will be no 'happy ending' in the same way that there was none with icarus & i. with his resolution came more problems. #and if i had written a sequel about him and annie reconnecting there would have been d o z e n s of issues #but idk. i recently lost someone dear to me (by her own volition) due to my own mental illness and our history #and I want to write a story about finding love while learning to thrive on your own #something real. but not self-destructive. something good. something that can give me and everyone else hope. #what I loved about icarus & i was that I could live in Armin's skin and feel his terror and guilt and loss #i fell in love with annie and when I wrote about what eren did i myself was shaking and crying #and when it all blew over and armin went home and everything-- though different-- was okay #i felt so...relieved. content. like i myself had lived his catharsis. #sara will be different but similar because I guess I'm different now. she'll be lonelier. her illness will be an everyday battle. #she won't have repressed memories to hide behind; her trauma will be brutal and destructive. #but she will also be strong. im looking forward to getting to know her better #anyway guys #adieu

[seiyasabi]

Fixation

(This is a Yandere Yelena x Fem Reader story ;)) This takes place in a Modern AU outside of the anime, and I won’t justify my reasoning lmao 

TW: Coercion, !Drugging!, Manipulation, !Noncon!, !Dubcon!, Daddy kink (ehehe), spanking, she’s a straight up Dom w her tall ass, kinda a meanie, degradation!, handcuffs!, use of sex toys!, Overstim!, size kink!, dumbification?, unwanted filming!, etc.. 

Proceed with caution! Sorry if this is too self indulgent lmao, when women (lesbians) talk to me, I become the biggest idiot to ever exist :)) ) 

Today wasn’t the best day to wear a skirt. 

Begrudgingly smoothing down the lilac fabric of your skirt, you huff indignantly. All you wanted to do was look cute for your crush, Marco, but it seems that that was too much to ask for. 

Your white sweater, at least, keeps you somewhat warm from the harsh wind. It’s tucked into the waistband of your high waisted skirt, and your thigh high socks push the fat of your cute thighs out slightly. The sound of your white sneakers against the pavement is drowned out by your classmates’ loud voices, and you’re seemingly unaware of a certain black-eyed glare. 

Seeing your classroom come into view, you hurry inside, sliding into your lab assigned seat. Eyeing the dark haired male of your dreams, you can’t help but sigh pathetically at the fact that he hasn’t noticed you. Up until recently, the two of you were great friends-always hanging out and texting one another. But, the moment the both of you picked up this class, everything changed. 

Hearing the seat next to you slide open, you glance up at your seatmate. Smiling up at the tall woman, you greet her kindly, “Hi, Lena! How’re you today?” 

The Russian exchange student smirks down at you, as she plops onto the seat, “Good, now that you’re here.” 

Laughing at her gruff words, you wave her off, “You always say that,” Zipping open your backpack, you pull out your class notes, “What’re you going to do this weekend?”

Her smirk widens, dark eyes gleaming, “Why? Asking me on a date?” You laugh once more, completely oblivious to her hopeful tone. 

“You’re so funny, Lena,” Pulling out your pack of multicoloured pens, you start to set up for your class, “I just heard you speaking with Annie about ‘something big’ the other day, so I became curious.” 

Not one to acknowledge boundaries, the blonde woman starts to play with your (hair/sweater), “I’m throwing a party, one you should come to,” Her tone leaves no room to negotiate, but you don’t really notice. Nodding, you smile up at her. 

“Sounds fun! When is it and who’s going?” Her hand trails down to your thigh, fiddling with your sock. Brushing off your mild alarm at her ministrations, you justify her actions through your cultural differences. 

“Tonight at eight. Annie and her friends should be there, same with Marco and a few others,” She name dropped the kind man on purpose, knowing your misguided infatuation with him. If only you knew how much of a pussy he is. All she did was threaten him once, and suddenly he stayed clear of you. It made her life easier, sure, but it annoyed her that he dropped you like a gutted fish. You’re too good for that. 

Pulling out your phone, you pull up your calendar, showcasing that you have no plans this evening, “Okay, I can go!” 

Her smirk grows wider than before, “Great,” Yelena’s accent seemingly grows thicker, her r rolling more harshly than before. 

With that, class begins without a hitch; Yelena’s hand still glued to your perfect thigh. 

-

Stepping out of your car, you readjust your new outfit. Keeping the thigh highs from earlier, you changed your lilac skirt for a black, body con one, along with a cropped, black long sleeve shirt that accentuates your cleavage. 

Slamming your car door shut, you lock it with your key, before heading towards Yelena’s luxurious flat. You can hear low music and voices from her open top floor balcony, multiple shadows moving inside her home. 

With a fast beating heart, you can’t help but hope that Marco will speak with you tonight. With that hope deep in your chest, you step inside the fancy building’s lobby. Approaching the front desk, you go to show them your ID, but are met with brightly smiling faces. 

“Go on up to the tenth floor, (Your Name)! Yelena already told us that you’re coming!” Surprise overcomes your form. Why do they know you by appearance alone? You’ve never even been here before. 

“Oh, okay! Thank you,” Deciding to ignore the weird situation at hand, you head towards the lift. Pressing the button, you wait a few moments, before stepping into the open lift doors. The sleek metal walls reflect your appearance back at you, whilst you press the pristine ‘10’ button. With a small beep, the lift begins to move, practically flying at top speed to the top floor. 

Once at the tenth floor, the doors fly open, showing what looks to be a living room. You can’t help but gawk at the large flat displayed before you. Your classmate must be quite wealthy to afford a place like this. 

You awkwardly make your way inside, and are immediately greeted by the party’s host, “Hey, (Your Name), welcome!” You’re side hugged by a buff arm, practically slammed into Yelena’s torso. 

“Hey, thanks for having me!” You pat her back in an attempt to have her let you go, but instead, it seems to spur her on. She drags you towards a large L-shaped couch, which is filled by Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt. A handful of others sit at her dining room table and kitchen counter, the open concept allowing everyone to see and speak to each other comfortably. 

Reiner glances up from the story he’s telling Historia and Ymir, a grin painting his handsome features, “Whoa, that’s a new look for you, (Your Name)!” 

Multiple eyes are suddenly glued to your now self conscious form, an uneasy smile on your face, “Hello, everyone.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you look great! It’s just really different from your normal, cute clothes,” People nod and agree with the large man, causing you to break out in a nervous sweat. 

“Well, I hope I don’t look too bad,” You joke halfheartedly, “I just wanted to try something new.” 

Yelena takes your appearance in, practically salivating. Whilst she does enjoy your usual clothing, this look fits you quite well. 

“You look very nice,” Bertholdt reassures soothingly, patting the spot by him, “You can sit next to me, if you’d like.”

The short haired woman glued to your side reacts immediately, “No, the girl needs a drink,” Annie shoots her a knowing look, which she nods to in response. You’re practically ragdolled to the kitchen bar, as the conversation starts up once more. Once at the marble countertop, the large woman releases you in favour of pouring you a cup of spiked punch, “This is very good. Made it myself.” 

You give her a bright smile, accepting the red solo cup, “Cool! I’m sure it’s delicious!” Bringing the cup to your (lipstick/chapstick/lipgloss) coated lips, you take a small sip. A burst of fruity goodness explodes on your tastebuds, making your eyes widen in surprise. You can’t taste a drop of alcohol in it, “Wow! This is really good!” 

A proud grin overtakes her lips, as she nods her thanks, “Of course it is. I knew you were coming, after all,” You laugh in response, and take another sip of the red liquid. 

“I see! Well, you have a very nice home!” The tall woman leans against the counter, holding herself up with an arm that goes behind your form. 

“Thank you. It’s very spacious. I find myself lonely at times,” Her large, black eyes stare down at you, trying to send you a message through them alone. 

“Oh, well, have you tried getting a roommate? Maybe the flat won’t be so empty,” She nods at your words. 

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Would you be my roommate?” You laugh, thinking that she’s joking. Not bothering to look up, as you take another swig of your drink, you don’t see the somewhat hurt look on her face. 

“That would be something! Not only are we seatmates, but we’re also roommates,” You giggle some more, taking more sips of your delicious drink, “But, your flat is a lot nicer than mine. I may take up on your offer.”

Looking up, you see her grin at you approvingly, “Yes, that would be nice,” What you don’t know is that her lease is almost up, making it so she has paperwork she needs to fill out. Paperwork that would look great with your co-sign on it. 

-

Three drinks in, and you’re feeling a bit woozy. Typically, you’re not a lightweight, but it seems that you are tonight. 

Leaning your upper body onto Yelena’s strong form, you laugh hysterically at something Reiner says, “Oh my God, you’re hilarious-” You cut yourself off with a snort, causing the entire room to laugh at your cute giggling. 

The short haired woman you’re currently using as a pillow holds you tenderly, a pleased smile on her face. The stuff Annie gave her works very well. 

“Man, if you weren’t Yelena’s girl, I would’ve cuffed you a semester ago!” Reiner roars wholeheartedly, slapping the leather couch below him. 

In your cloudy mind, you barely understand the words he just said, “Haha, wha-?” 

Pushing your head into her breasts, Yelena shushes you, “My poor baby is such a lightweight,” She and the others chuckle at that understatement, “I think it’s time to turn in for the night.”

Her civil way of kicking everyone out was enough, as everyone trickles out of her luxurious flat. Once the last person leaves, Yelena stands to her feet, scooping you up in her buff arms. She goes to her lift, pressing the lock input, she types in the lock code, not allowing anyone in or out of her home. Your high mind can barely comprehend what’s going on around you. 

She hums an unknown tune, as she goes up her steps to her master bedroom. Kicking open the door, she flips on her bedroom light with her elbow, before shutting the door with her foot. Sauntering to her California King sized bed, she lays your drugged out form on her light grey coloured sheets. 

“-Lena, wha-” Your head lulls to the side as you giggle uncontrollably, “-Are- are we dating?” She hums in response, starting to pull down your skirt. 

“Yes, my Darling Girl,” She smooches your forehead, “We’ve been together since I moved here,” Pulling your skirt’s fabric down and off of your legs, she tosses it on the floor, exposing your pink panties. 

“Bu-but, I like Marco,” You weakly attempt to push her grabby hands away from you, “I-I wan’ Marco!” 

The feelings of disgust, envy, and fury overwhelm her all at once. How dare you! She’s always treated you so well, that spineless fucker doesn’t deserve anything from you! He especially doesn’t deserve your wonderful heart! 

She says nothing, grabbing your blouse, and chucking it off of you. Your breasts jiggle at her ministrations, your bra just barely containing your tits. Seeing your almost bare, perfect body makes her pussy tingle, but her anger outweighs her arousal. 

Settling on the bed, she grasps your boneless body, and pulls you over her knees. You’re still muttering and questioning the validity of your relationship, all whilst saying that horrible boy’s name, causing her to cup the fat of your ass and squeeze harshly. 

“Baby, you know better than to say those horrible things. I love you very much, and it hurts to hear you say that.” 

Your breasts, arms, and head rest over her left knee, as you try to look up at her stern face, “But-”

“No buts, you know what happens when you act like a brat,” She slaps your ass experimentally, earning a pained yelp. A small smirk covers her lips, and she hits your ass as hard as she can. 

“‘M sorry! ‘M sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Your pleading is cute, so cute. 

“I know you didn’t, Princess. But I have to remind you of your place,” She slams her hand down once more, jolting your entire body. A shrill cry leaves your lips, as you try to move off of her lap, but seemingly can’t find the strength to do so. 

After five more smacks, the blonde pulls you onto her lap in a straddling position. One of her arms wraps around your top half, pushing your crying face into her neck. The other is wrapped around your waist, hand smoothing over your bruising ass, and playing with the hem of your panties. 

“Don’t cry, Princess. You know I had to set you straight,” She coos, “Your stupid, little brain is far too gone to understand at the moment, but you will once you sober up. So, for now, let your Daddy make you feel good.” 

You mutter nonsensical words in between your sobs, but the large woman isn’t put off. After she’s done with you, you’ll never think of that freckled fuck ever again. At least, you won’t unless you want him dead. 

Wrestling your pliant body to the mattress once more, she leaves you on the bed by yourself, before rolling onto the left side. Opening the top drawer of her nightstand, she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, a battery powered hitachi wand, duct tape, and a small bottle of lube. Setting them on the bed by your writhing form, she quickly makes her way back to you. 

“Shh, it’s alright, Princess. I’m right here,” Yelena reaches under you, fiddling with your bra’s hooks until it pops open, allowing her to slide your useless arms out of the garment. Tossing it aside, she sucks in a deep breath, enjoying the view of your plush chest. Experimentally, she pinches your right nipple, relishing the small moan you let out at the feeling. Gripping the handcuffs next to you, she feeds your dainty wrists through the opening, popping the pink, plush cuffs on tightly. Happy with the result, she continues her endeavour. 

Moving farther down your body, she leaves your socks on, loving how your thigh fat squishes up a bit. Grabbing the hem of your cute, pink panties, she pushes them off of you, exposing your pretty cunny. It separates from you with a small string of slick, filling Yel with a sense of satisfaction. You’re her perfect pain slut, aren’t you? 

Pushing on your pliant legs open, she smiles happily down at you, dark eyes blown wide open, “Awe, is your slutty pussy wet for me?” 

You shake your head rapidly, disorienting yourself more than before, “Nu-no! It’s not!” She clicks her tongue teasingly, her smile growing wider than before. 

“Don’t lie to me, Princess. Now I have to punish you once more,” Forcing your legs open, she holds them down with her own, straddling your waist. Her large form easily overpowers you, as she grabs the blue hitachi wand, and flips it on to the highest setting. Pushing it against your clit with a swift motion, your entire body jolts at the sudden stimulation. A loud whine leaves your lips, as you try to buck it off of your sensitive cunny. 

“Puh-please! Take it off! It’s too much!” Yelena snickers in delight, ignoring your pleading. Grabbing the duct tape from beside you, she rips off a few long strips, before smacking them onto your skin and the vibrator, effectively keeping it attached to you. 

Your moans and whimpers continue to grow louder and louder, as you try your best not to cum. You bite your lips in the hopes of stifling yourself, but it does little to help. If anything, it just spurs the large woman on. 

“Go on, cum for me, cum for Daddy,” You shake your head, a few keens falling from your mouth, as she watches in awe at the way your cunny leaks and clenches around nothing. 

Your toes curl in ecstasy as you cum, a loud whine escaping you. A gush of your orgasm flows from you, wetting the blonde woman and the mattress below. Two long, slender fingers prod at your slick pussy, forcing themselves inside your sensitive walls. 

“Good Girl, You’re so Good for me,” They Start to move in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting your g-spot repeatedly with how long her fingers are.  

“Too much! Too much!” You cry, as she quickly brings you over the edge once more. 

More slick sprays from your cunny, as overstimulation begins to set in. Yelena captures your lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into your mouth. The kiss is wet and hot, as she grips at your plush chest. 

“No, no it’s not, Baby. It’s not enough,” Fumbling with her fly, she releases the strap she’s been wearing all night. In all honesty, she’s surprised that you hadn’t noticed the bulge or felt it underneath your ass earlier. It’s a good ten inches in length, and around 5.5 inches of girth. 

It is pretty intimidating for most, but due to your fucked out stupor, it should feel amazing for you. Grabbing the lube, she squeezes a small amount onto the silicone cock, smoothing it over the toy in sync with her fingers pumping inside of you. 

Deeming the toy and your cunny ready, she makes the next move. Sliding off of your numb legs, she stands to her feet, towering over you in all of her glory. Hefting you up and off of the mattress, she quickly punched your back against her pristine, white wall. Forcing your arms around the back of her head, she continues to kiss your drooly mouth vigorously. 

Wrapping your legs around her slender waist, her large leg muscles and arms work to hold you up. Guiding your dripping cunny over the tip of her strap, she slowly sinks you onto it. 

A keen of both surprise and pleasure rips out of your throat, as you grip onto her short, blonde locks. Giggling, she bucks her hips into yours sharply, causing you to orgasm on the spot. The vibrator and her strap on feels like heaven. 

Throwing your head back in bliss, you feel your arousal drip onto her dress pants, creating even more wet spots than before. Separating from your lips, she grins down at you. 

“Look at you, dirty Girl,” She spanks your ass harshly with one hand, as she continues a hardcore pace. The tip of the silicone cock batters against your cervix, causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain, “You love it when Daddy ruins your pussy, don’t you?” 

Too fucked out to think properly, you nod your head vigorously, “Uh-huh! Uh-huh! I love Daddy’s cock!” She kisses your cheek tenderly, not stopping her thrusts for even a moment. Moving her lips down your vulnerable neck, she starts to suck the tender skin, leaving dark love marks on your pretty skin. 

“Mmm, good Princess! Since you’re such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat. Do you want a treat? Does your dumb little mind even understand what I’m saying?” You nod once again, eyes teary and pleading. 

“Yes! Yes! I want a treat, please, Daddy!” Smirking against your skin, she reaches into her pocket from around your thigh. 

“Since you asked so nicely-“ She presses the injector lever, shooting a large load of fake cum into your gummy, needy pussy. You cum almost immediately, this clearly being the biggest orgasm of the night, as you practically convulse and squirt a geyser of cum all over the place, “I think you deserve Daddy’s cum inside you.” 

You practically sob at the overstimulation and the feeling of being so full, “Thank you! Thank you, Daddy!” You kiss her of your own volition, surprising the large woman. Her heart warms, loving how you’ve become so submissive. 

Cradling you’re form to her muscular body, she saunters back towards the bed, pushing any other objects off and into the night side table. 

Placing you on the now dry sheets, she quickly flicks off the vibrator still taped to your clit, before placing it on the table beside her. Plucking off the duct tape, she then takes off your handcuffs, effectively freeing you. Instead of moving away from the woman, you lay there tiredly, no longer processing the situation. 

Sighing in content, Yelena grabs a hand towel from the drawer she keeps her sex toys in, and wrestles it under your hips. Smiling, she removes the strap from inside of you, enjoying the sight of the fake cum flooding out of you. 

Laying next to you, she pulls your head into her chest, curling around you as if she were a safety blanket. 

“You did well, Princess,” You don’t say anything, snuggling into her warmth, “Go to sleep, tomorrow we’ll announce our official status, okay?” 

An slurred ‘Okie’ is heard, before you slip into unconsciousness. Cupping your face in appreciation, her dark eyes glance in the direction of a small green light coming from her video camera. 

Now you’ll have to date her; after all, you wouldn’t want your sex tape to get out, would you? 

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Training (Armin Arlert x Reader).

✵ Pairing : Armin Arlert x Female Reader (use of she/her pronouns and female genitals)

✵ Summary : You need help in hand to hand combat and Armin is more than happy to help.

✵ Word count : + 2,3k. 

✵ Warnings : There’s like one spoiler maybe for season 1, fluff I think?, smut, fingering, dirty talk (idk if I missed something oops), armin could be a warning on his own tho.

✵ Note : I wrote this with an Armin after the time skip in my head (even though before could totally work) so I see Armin in this like someone who gained confidence and uses it at his advantage, cuz he’s a smartass and a cocky one.

@alert-arlert​ (don’t be too mean to me if it’s bad but don’t tell me it’s good if it isn’t lmao mwah <3)

ENJOYY!! <3333

It was time to train. 

You were all outside, waiting in the field, pairing by two. Jean, Sasha, Connie, Mikasa, Armin and you. 

And to your dismay you were paired with Mikasa. You didn’t hate her, not even a bit, she even was one of your closest friends. She just happened to be much stronger than you.

Being given that today was the hand to hand combat training, you weren’t the most at ease. You already trained with Mikasa before, she was sweet to you, trying not to hurt you too much, escaping the attentive gaze of Levi, who was watching you train to make it look like you could give a few punches to her. But to no use, you weren’t weak but everyone knew that you needed to learn some skills and confidence to be able to surpass yourself. 

You were brought out of your thoughts when Mikasa gave you a light punch to your shoulder, almost making you fall. 

“Come on, wake up and try to give back the blow I gave you”. 

And you tried, taking a few steps forward, launching your right fist to her jaw, too slow. She had already dodged your move even before you could get close to her. She gave a kick to the back of your left knee, this time, efficiently making you fall forward, face first in the dirt. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to kick you that hard, let me help you” 

As Mikasa helps you get up, you can’t help but let out with a light laugh, “Yeah, you really aren’t aware of your strength Mikasa, a few more punches and it was the end for me”. 

She smiles at you while you rub your nose, checking if you didn’t bleed, again, but hopefully she “tried” to be gentle with you. Gentle really wasn’t in Mikasa’s vocabulary, you thought.

“You know what? I’m sure with a few lessons you could get better with some time.”

Your face lightens with curiosity, “You think you could help me with that?”

“I’m afraid I can’t, Hansi wants to see me to test the new thunder spears with them, but I know someone who could help, Armin. Maybe he isn’t as strong as I am but I guarantee you that he knows how to fight, and much more than you think, and I know that you are pretty close...”. 

Your cheeks start to heaten up at the last few words she lets out. It was true. Armin and yourself were getting closer each time the two of you could see each other, starting to know the other one like the back of the hand.

You seems to consider her offer when you voices to her, “That would be great but I don’t want to disturb him..Maybe he has other stuffs to do...”

When Mikasa sees your hesitance, she immediately says, “Listen, he’s over there, why won’t you ask him right now? You have nothing to lose.”

She was right. You had to get better at melee combat, there will be soon enough another very important mission for Paradis, you couldn’t lose the chance to gain necessary skills, and, maybe...Maybe you wanted to get even closer to the blond boy.

He was always nice to you, patient and attentive. These past few years, you have learned about all the countless things he knows. And you had done the same with him. Armin and you were known to be inseparable. 

At lunch time, the first one between the two of you to get a spot at a table would wait for the other, keeping a reserved spot close to them. 

You've even already slept in the same bed. 

When your nightmares would get too real, you did get out of your room to enter the male’s dorm and sneak in Armin’s bed. Waiting for his arms to envelop you, whispering words of reassurance in your ear. 

You almost were like a couple, except the fact that any of you didn’t really made THE move. More time passed and more the both of you could feel the tension building between each other. So maybe a little lesson with him couldn’t hurt. 

As you approached the blonde boy, you could feel your palms starting to get sweaty, your pulse quickening. And what if he says no? What if it’s just in my head, you thought. 

Finally in front of him, you gathered as much courage as you could and hoped that your voice would be as steady as possible. 

“Hmm, Armin, can I ask you a question please?”

“Yeah sure darling” 

Your body immediately stiffens, Armin loved to call you by little nicknames. The first time he did was out of the blue, you were talking about some book you two loved and he didn’t think much about it, just wanted to call you that. 

But when he remarked -and this smartass did notice it far too quickly- that everytime he calls you by one, you become flustered and more shy than usual, he couldn’t get enough of it, getting drunk on the fact that HE was able to earn this cute reaction out of you. 

“Can you help me train at hand to hand combat please? I need skills and apparently you could help me with that”, but when his big ocean blue eyes start to look at you, you lose all confidence, “ But if you can’t, I mean it’s okay, I will just, you know-”

He cuts off your incoherent babbling, answering “Of course I can, what kind of friend would I be if I’m not helping you with that? We can start tonight if you want, just after dinner. We will have the field just for us”, he finished, giving you a big innocent smile but the last words he gives you resonate differently in your head. You brush this out of your mind and thank him, agreeing on the time and giving him a short hug.

“Come on hit me, love”

He was teasing you, and he knows it oh too well, the little smile on his face is a proof of it. 

You two were at it for almost one hour of pure exhaustion, well, especially for you. Armin, on the other hand, wasn’t even out of breath.  

You were currently letting out heavy breaths, your hands on your knees, trying to gain some more force deep down from your body. You were even beginning to think of a strategy, to at least give it one hit. Armin didn’t let you the chance to think about it, launching forward with his fist to your face, luckily, he was way more easier to dodge than Mikasa, or so you thought. 

When you thought that he was aiming for a punch at your pretty face, he was in fact aiming to entwine his arms around you, Annie’s style. He was proud that the strong woman had taught him a trick or two before getting into her ice cocoon. One arm above your left shoulder and the other below your right armpit, he then locked both of his arms behind your head to finally put you on the floor, all the weight of his body on yours. His legs on each side of yours, caging you in. 

“I won”, and you swear as this sentence pours out of Armin’s mouth, his pretty blue gaze transforms into a darker one with a raise of a corner of his pinkish lips. 

And it is only now that you state the fact that Armin isn’t all innocent, that he totally knows what he’s doing. Everything was meant to prove it to you. 

The teasing, the pet names, the proximity, the smile and… his bulge that is starting to grow on top of your thigh. 

While you were lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the way his hand had moved on top of your throat, not choking you but putting just a light pressure on it, letting you know the presence of his hand. 

After a few seconds of the both of you looking at each other as if whole galaxies were in your eyes, Armin broke the heavy silence that had settled in. While his face just gets incredibly closer to yours, to the point where you can share Armin’s heavy breath with yours, you hear the distinct but small words. 

“Please, kiss me”, and it’s the first time, since the beginning of the training that you can hear him beg. And of course you oblige, you just can’t refuse the invitation of his soft-looking lips, that begins to part just a little, like if he was still begging. 

You just have to raise your head a little to press your lips against his, kissing him with so much force you think you could break a muscle, and Armin gives it right back at you, stronger, needier. And you swear that the vulnerable side that you saw from him just mere seconds before has already disappeared, giving life to a confident Armin, one that you can’t seem to have enough.  

Pressing his tongue to your lower lips, Armin forces it between your teeth when you take too much time, to his liking, to open your mouth for him. As he begins to explore your wet cavern with his tongue, you can’t help but to let out a small whimper of pleasure, not wanting to hide anything from him. 

After putting some distance between your mouths to let you gain some air, he whispers to your ear with a voice that you don’t recognize, a voice that isn't owned by the silent and shy little Armin that you know. A voice darker but still laced with usual calmness and patience that only Armin owns here. 

“Do I already have you wrap around my finger, like an obedient little thing?” 

And there was again the sweet little smile he wore oh too well, laced with mischief. 

You don’t have the time to answer anything, as the hand on your throat starts to trail down on your breasts, tummy and then stop between your thighs, fiddling with the waistband of your pants.  

“Can I, pretty girl?”, and you quickly nod at his question, without even thinking twice at the demand, both of you wanted this moment to happen for so long, too long to even remember when was the first time that your feelings started to grow for the blonde boy in front of you. 

His cold hands reach directly into your panties, not losing any time by removing your pants, just wanting to feel you around his fingers as soon as possible. 

Armin couldn’t wait any longer, how long has he been waiting to do that? How many times did he touch himself to the thought of you? How many times did he look at you like there was not tomorrow? He wanted to give you as much pleasure as he could ever give to you. 

His fingers started to dive into your folds, feeling your wetness slide between his fingers with ease, letting out a little laugh, Armin voices out to you, “I had no idea I could make you that wet like this”, he closes the gap between you to whisper against your trembling lips, “And without even touching you”. 

Whines of desperation start to pour out from your lips, making Armin kiss you as hard as he could to silence you, plunging two of his fingers at the same time. 

The sudden intrusion makes you arch your back in pleasure, and it’s the only encouragement Armin needs at the moment to thrust his fingers deeper and faster, wanting to see you come undone under him. 

As your pleasure starts to build up in a record time, you reach out to grab Armin’s shirt, too lost in pleasure to even speak up, rather letting out some incoherent babbling that seems to be pretty amusing to Armin. 

As he adds a third finger to stretch you even more, he states while biting your lips playfully, “Are you gonna cum for me Angel? All over my fingers? I know you can do it, you’re such a good girl. Go on”, as he whispers the last part into your ear, trailing love bites along your neck, it’s the last encouragement that you need to get to your climax. 

Letting out a few cry and whines of pleasure, Armin speeds his fingers to help you ride out your orgasm. As he senses your inner walls starting to relax, he withdraws his hand from your pussy and inspect the substance on his fingers to the dim light of the moon. He seems in an inner debate with himself as to decide if he should let you taste yourself on his fingers or do it himself. The debate seems to short out rather quickly as he put his three fingers in his mouth, looking at you with his dark gaze. 

He decides not to be too selfish and lower his head to give you one long, messy kiss. And hearing your little moans when you taste yourself on his tongue is the best reward he could ever get. 

While he helps you to fasten your pants back in place and put both of you on your feet, you can’t help but notice the bulge he has between his thighs. And you start to feel bad with the fact that you were the only one to get to cum tonight. 

When you put your hand on his boner, he put his hand on yours gently, telling you, “What do you think of carrying on this little training session in one of our rooms? Maybe I could help you learn one or two things? Love”, he smiles, a little blush creeping up on his soft cheeks. 

Maybe it’s never too late for you to gain the upper hand on Armin. 

Maybe.

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