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pennylanewrites · 3 months

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teacher’s aide (levi ackerman)

warnings: m!masturbation, voyerism, alcohol, smoking, age gap (15 years), me pushing my smitten!levi agenda

levi ackerman was an esteemed and recognised sociology professor. stern, strict and to the point in all of his lectures. most of his classes kept quiet, trying to take notes while he talked fast and went through powerpoint slides like it was the morning paper.

you had been working hard for that teacher’s aide position for two years, when you finally got the acceptance email. it was no secret on campus that professor ackerman’s assistants worked closely to him and got accepted in prestigious firms right after college, with his recommendation of course.

it was also no secret that professor ackerman was incredibly good-looking. his veiny arms and broad shoulders made up for his short height and the way his raven hair fell over his rectangular seeing glasses was so…

“y/n.” his stern voice shook you out of your thoughts. crap. the whole auditorium was staring at you. “the papers.” was all he said before going back to his laptop. you looked down at your hands, realising you were holding the class’s tests for more than you should. you cleared your throat and went through the auditorium, leaving a stack of papers in front of each student. as you walked down, your eye caught his.

levi noticed everything. he noticed how today you were wearing lipgloss instead of your usual lipstick, he noticed the rip in your tights that went down the back of your leg, your new platform loafers and the beads of sweat on your forehead. levi ackerman was not the kind of man that would catch feelings for a student, but you were so…good.

yes, at first he thought you were very attractive, and maybe that’s why he always rejected your aide application. but he also got to know you better every time you replied to one of his questions. you were the only student brave enough to raise their hand, and he appreciated that. sooner than later, you stayed back every day after class to clean up the mess of loose papers and pens, and before he knew it he was smitten.

maybe it was the way you brushed against him to clean the board and shut the projector, a timid apology escaping your lips, or the way you weren’t afraid to challenge him in a theoretical conversation about archaic philosophy during class.

or maybe…shit, how long have i been staring? levi looked away and cleared his throat when he noticed you trying to contain your smile.

class was over and you were going through your usual routine, marking left over questionnaires from the last lecture as he went through tomorrow’s one.

“sir, i’m wondering about…” you rolled your chair across the auditorium’s stage, holding onto his desk to stop the chair, “this one.” you pointed at a question on the paper.

levi was not one to lose his temper, but he was finding it very hard to contain himself when your knee was touching his and your perfume could reach his brain through his nose.

“well, this-this one…” he trailed off, watched you push your hair off your neck, leaving the bare skin on sight for him. god, he could eat you right then and there.

levi had never been more thankful for his phone to ring in his life. the vice dean’s name flashed on the screen, and you leaned back to allow him to get the device.

“i have to go…meeting…come by my office tonight, okay?” he scrambled to get his things and ran off, leaving you in the empty auditorium.

you let your head fall on your pillow, groaning with despair. he hates me. he can’t even talk to me.

you had seen him earlier with petra, his old t.a who graduated last year. he was laughing, for fuck’s sake. he was laughing and buying her coffee in the campus coffee house, and they were sitting over a book and…

“ugh! what is she even doing here?” you threw your pillow on the floor, but it hit you back in the face.

“oh my god, shut up!” your roommate kept hitting you with the pillow, until you grabbed it. “enough, y/n, please.”

“mikasa, do you think they’re dating?” you sat up on the bed, looking at the girl across you. “be honest, i can take it.”

“i think you’re sick. there’s something seriously wrong with you.” she scrunched her nose up in disgust.

“he’s so…”

“old.”

“mature.”

“he’s mature because he’s old.” your roommate kindly reminded you of your age difference. “get over him, please. even if he liked you, he’s your teacher. i doubt he would put his job in danger.”

your eyes lit up, an excited smile covering your earlier gloom.

“you think he likes me?”

“that’s not what i said. where are you going?”

you only grinned before grabbing your bag and barging out of the dorm room. your shoes squeezed against the polished floors as you made your way to the teachers’ wing, and to the third door to your left, your favourite wooden door in the world.

with a sigh, you lifted your fist to knock, but something made you freeze. you looked around to make sure no one was in the corridor, before pushing your ear against the door.

shit, shit, shit, shit

he was moaning. fucking moaning, in his office, when he had specifically told you to visit him. you thought of the possibility of him having a girl in there, even petra, but no one else could be heard. everything right in your head was telling you to turn around and leave, but your hand was on the doorknob, and you were slowly twisting it.

just one look. one look and i’ll-

your eyes grew wide at the sight. a half empty bottle of bourbon sat next to an empty glass, a cigarette was slowly burning on the ashtray, the first two buttons of his white shirt were undone. god, you could clearly see his nipples through the fabric. the desk obscured your vision, but you could see his hand moving up and down, up and down, up-

“fu-fuuuck.” his voice strained, his head fell back and you were wet a creep.

you turned around and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. looking at your reflection on your phone, you made sure pervert wasn’t written across your forehead, and turned back around.

two soft knocks on the door. levi fixed his hair quickly, buttoned his shirt and put the cigarette out.

“come in.” you entered the room and he looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

“long day?” you pointed at the bottle, smiling softly. he chuckled and motioned for you to sit down. “i can come back some other…” you trailed off when he took another glass out, filling it halfway and pushing it towards you.

you fidgeted with a ring on your finger, unsure of what to do.

“i shouldn’t…”

“i won’t tell if you won’t.” he filled his own glass and raised it to you, before taking a sip. you smiled softly, taking a sip of the drink. it burned coming down, just like his gray stare on you did.

“i have the tests marked. that question i was wondering about earlier,” you took the stack of papers out of your bag, leaving them in front of the man.

“yeah, i looked it up. it’s actually-”

“i figured it out.” you cut him off. he raised an eyebrow and put his glasses on, looking down at the marked paper, and the right answer which you had wrote down in red ink.

“you did.” he agreed and looked at you through strands of his raven hair. “good girl.”

you froze. you could feel your whole face turning an ugly shade of red. a million disgusting thoughts ran through your head as he walked around the desk to sit on the chair across from yours. his muscles flexed as he reached over the desk to get the ashtray and his drink. you took a big sip of the drink, trying to convince yourself the sexual tension was just in your head.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“what?” he shook you out of your thoughts. he knew you were staring at him.

“nothing. i’ve never seen you like this.” you admitted, still sipping your drink.

“like what?”

like you don’t have a stick up your ass.

“relaxed.” you opted for the nice comment.

“i’m far from relaxed, trust me.” you watched as he placed a cigarette between his wet lips, lighting it with a white lighter.

“those are bad luck.” you took the lighter in your hand, fidgeting with it.

“huh. maybe that’s why my life’s shit.” he chuckled, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“come on…” your eyes fell on a book on his desk.

masculine domination, pierre bourdieu. you grinned, taking it in your hands to inspect the front page.

“take it. it’s for my doctorate students, but i think you-”

“i’ve read it.” you closed it and put it back on the pile.

“of course you have. you’re a smart girl, you know?”

he was praising you. and he was filling your glass again. when did you even finish the first?

“are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”

“i think you’re capable of controlling yourself.”

“don’t be so sure.” you mumbled, staring at your feet.

“what was that?”

“nothing!” you shook it off with a smile, but he had heard you just fine.

god, you wanted him so bad. as the hours went by, and the bottle came to its’ end, you became more and more impatient. you were scared of what you would do honestly, if one more drop of alcohol entered your system. but, were you crazy to think he wanted this too? why would he pour you a drink, and ask you all these questions, and make you laugh with stupid jokes if he-

“what are you thinking about?” he shook you out of your thoughts. you showed him the clock on the wall.

“that i should get going. some teacher thought it would be a good idea to have an 8 am class.” you grinned. you reached your hand out to return him his lighter, but you dropped it instead.

“that’s one lousy teacher.” he chuckled, kneeling on the floor to get the lighter. you waited for him to get up, so you could too, but he wouldn’t move. still kneeling, he came closer to you, his hands hesitantly moving to rest on the sides of your thighs.

internally, you were screaming. but not a single breath came out of your mouth as you watched him. he sighed and finally locked eyes with you.

“i’m not crazy, am i?”

“wh-what?” your voice came out as a whisper. pathetic.

“to think there’s something, right? here. there’s something here and i-”

“sir-”

“don’t.” he squeezed your thighs and you swore your heart would jump out your chest sooner or later. he straightened his back and got up, pulling you with him. “don’t call me sir.”

you let him seat you on top of his desk, you let him spread your legs and stand between them. he pushed your hair behind your ear and inched closer. his breath against your neck made you shiver, and a soft kiss forced a small gasp out of your mouth.

your hands trembled as you placed them around his neck, and his breath staggered when you played with the strands of hair that fell on his undercut.

“please kiss me.” he swore his knees would give when he heard your voice, so soft, so sweet. you were as needy for him as he was for you.

his strong hands met your face, his silver ring cooled your burning cheek. you closed your eyes, and his lips finally met yours. it was careful at first, both of you scared the other would change their mind. but all it took was you pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he lost his mind. his hands slipped down to your waist and you arched your back to get closer to him, if that was even possible. your mouth trailed to his jaw, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down his neck. a playful bite made him gasp. you chuckled.

“stop. you’ll drive me crazy.” he squeezed your hip.

“good.” you grinned and leaned in to kiss him again, but his hand in your hair held you back.

“you have to go…” he managed between soft kisses down your chest, at least as far as your shirt allowed, “or i won’t be able to stop.” he held your hands, and kissed them both, maintaining eye contact with you.

“then don’t stop.” you whined, but your grin turned into a frown when he pulled you off the desk and fixed your skirt. “levi-”

“save something for later, right?”

his promise of a later was enough. you left him to clean up and walked out the door with a sheepish smile and a whispered goodnight.

your phone buzzed on your way back to the dorms, and you stopped in your tracks when you saw the name on the screen.

professor ackerman: wear that green dress tomorrow.

you raised an eyebrow.

just the dress.

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arise-if · 3 months

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“Arise, take form this new era!”

These are the first words uttered of the fourth age of this world and its influence has been felt in the blondwood galleries of the moneyed to the silver bows of the flightships which now traverse the near sky and yet when the academy first laid eyes on the object of this change they had but one warning.

But that is not your story and that is not your time, play as a homunculi child of the fourth age of alchemy and discover a world bustling with the excitement and the tragedy of new frontiers; play as the child of the partyboy former Cavalry Captain of the 13th Company and Champion Equestrian who has spared no expense in raising you, explore both the gleaming towers and hidden underbelly of Candar, the familiar glades and slopes of your homeland and the striking landscapes of far away lands, dedicate yourself to your studies or aspire to a life beyond the grip of polite society.

The currency of this era is the much prized splinters of newsilver which have enabled so much of its progress and advancement, from the miracle of flight to the industrialisation of the Great Nations and even feats we call foul heresy but even this resource will not last forever. All the world now looks towards the next great find, towards whomever shall herald the fifth age.

That is your story.

Play as male, female or non-binary with options to be straight, gay, asexual or not pursue a romance at all.

Define your player character's demeanour, appearance, personality, history and skills — etiquette, riding, alchemy, artificing, bargaining and much more.

Choose the subject of your 5th year academic theory report and go out into the world to gather data in the field — by underhanded means or otherwise.

Explore the unique landscape and phenomena that proliferate across the land.

Court and pursue various romance options from the brave lancer-in-training, the untalkative classmate, your adroit childhood mate, the ambitious assistant or the unfamiliar guide.

Live in the vast world of Candar which is currently defined by the central discovery of the fourth age of alchemy — newsilver, the rare resource containing the energy which fuels all progress in Candar.

Enjoy this story which is an affectionate ode to my favourite childhood books and stories combining aspects of historical fantasy, steampunk and grimbright lore.

Cade/Cadena Fairfax, C

(m/f, 22) The Lancer-in-Training who also attends your school, the child of the now discredited and proscribed Commander of the Librarian Knights of Gallopavia. Despite this fact they remain boarded at Gallo, their aspirations still intact though know they hope to find the truth or bring their father to justice.

A halfling (human).

Petr/Petra Guy, P

(m/f, 21) The Apprentice to the Lord Artificer of Gallopavia, your childhood best friend has changed much in the years since you last saw them. Perhaps the gruelling work as an apprentice or the weight of their gratitude has pushed them forward but you can't help but notice the youthful spark in their eyes has been replaced by determination.

A halfling (human) of some indeterminate heritage.

Jacquelin/Jacqueline Attica, J

(m/f, 22)

An Archivist of the Grand Alchemical Library and fellow 5th year student at Gallo Academy widely regarded as a prodigy and future professor at least, known to perform their tasks in total silence efficiently if it weren't for their cold demeanour and standoffish personality they'd quickly rise through the ranks of society. However when pushed they make no secret of their feelings about their peers, useless.

A sylph of some halfling (human) heritage.

Euer Ffsonye, E

(m/f, 29) The Assistant Professor of Flight at Gallo Academy, the much lauded junior newsilver researcher has quickly adapted to the position of educator easily stepping into the dangerous politics of alchemy and invention without so much as a stumble. But amongst the disgruntled who they've surpassed and outrank, they ask: what is it they're really gunning for?

An halfling (human) of some aelfe heritage.

Nate/Nata Bors-Sutr, N

(m/f, 19) The Flightship Navigator from the Free States who your father hired to act as your guide, over the years they've acquired enough practical skills to get by and earn their keep and as someone accustomed to the dark corners and avenues of this land beyond the prying eyes of the authorities they know how to find the things that others can't see.

A slyvan of some halfling (human) heritage.

Candar

The fourth age of alchemy will end with man weeping at the denouement, the tragedy of its conclusion is already known yet we can do nothing to fight against it.

Candar is the known world, its are people spread across many nations, banners and beliefs for which they regularly live and fight.

It is currently in the fourth age of alchemy defined primarily by the substance newsilver — the absolute focus of all industrial, alchemical and scientific progress which has rapidly changed the lives of the humanoids which inhabit this world drawing everyone towards it's bustling cities, enabling faster travel via its flightships, dangerous work from it's factories and bloodier wars from the newmuskets they have produced.

Candar remains filled with undiscovered and unexplored corners in which magical meetings still happen but the world is less fantastical, its uncharted territories are darker, further and yet more accessible than they ever have been.

Demo: unreleased (WIP)

References: unreleased (WIP)

Ko-fi: unreleased

Other projects: GGGLU (check it out!)

#arise #arise-if #status: no demo #dashingdon #choicescript #interactive fiction #genre: fantasy #genre: steampunk

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mayajadewrites · 1 month

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Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy!

Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes?

ao3

Chapter One: Opportunity

“Breathe. It’s just a job interview.” You take a deep breath just like your yoga instructor taught you.

The economy is shit, much to your dismay. Being an adult isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Just like many other people in the country, you’re applying to several jobs a day and receiving multiple rejection emails almost daily.

Your last office job laid you off - they claimed it was for ‘budget reasons’ but who knows. During your latest job search, you found a listing for an ‘In House Assistant’ for Ackerman Inc.

Ackerman Inc is known for their property management - they own much of the city and are continuing to grow. This job also supplies a place to live, who can say no to that? No rent, no utilities, and you’re getting paid.

You grew up in the city, so the skyscraper before you doesn’t scare you much. The windows are glossy, definitely freshly cleaned.

You take your first step into the building.

“One step at a time.” You say to yourself. The doors automatically open and you’re greeted by an auburn haired receptionist.

“Good morning! How may I help you?” Her attitude is cheerful as her hair follows her head movements.

“Good morning. I’m here for an interview for the in home assistant position.” You hold your bag close to you.

“Amazing! And you’re early. Mr. Ackerman will love that. My name is Petra, I’m the receptionist here at Ackerman Inc.” She reaches her hand out.

You tell her your name and shake her hand gently. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Let me take you up to the conference room, Mr. Ackerman should be in shortly.”

Walking through the halls of Ackerman Inc makes you feel like you’re in a museum. Awards strategically placed on the wall, aesthetically pleasing paintings lining hallways, and not a speck of dust in site.

“Here we are!” Petra opens the door for you. “Would you like any coffee? Tea?”

“I’m okay, thank you though.” You take a seat at the long conference table. You’re too nervous to drink or drink anything before an interview.

You look down at your fingertips, your well manicured nails shining against the overhead lights. You’re happy you went with OPI’s bubble bath nail polish shade, you think to yourself.

Soon the door opens and you see a man with a strong stature paired with jet black hair walk through. You immediately tense as you fix your posture and stand up to greet him.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you. My name is-“ You hold your hand out.

“I know your name.” The man glances at you before he sits down. “I’m Levi Ackerman, the CEO of Ackerman Inc. I’m gonna cut to the chase for this, because I need an assistant asap.”

You nod your head as you listen to Mr. Ackerman. He shuffles through the papers in his hand, pulling out a laminated copy of your resume.

“Your resume looks great. How do you feel about cleanliness?”

“I appreciate a clean environment, sir.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” His half lidded eyes meet yours. His eyes are a blue-gray. You take note that they match his grey pressed suit that was definitely recently dry-cleaned and ironed.

“I clean every day. I’m not sure how you want me to answer that. I’m a clean person.”

Levi only nods as he places your resume on the table gently.

“This position requires you to work at my home, work here, basically anywhere I am.” Levi taps his index finger on the table. “It’s a 24/7 job since I work 24/7. You’ll get days off, but they’re almost like on call shifts. If I need you, I need you.”

You nod in response. “That sounds okay.”

“You’ll have to move in asap as I need you to start this Monday. How does that work for you?”

“I can have my stuff ready tomorrow morning.”

“Congrats, you have a job.” Levi stands up and grabs his papers that were on the table previously. He pulls out his wallet - a designer one at that. He hands you a business card that’s nestled between his middle and index finger. “Call me tomorrow when your stuff is ready. I’ll have movers bring it over.”

“Thank you Mr. Ackerman.”

Levi nods as he leaves the room. You can’t help but watch him through the glass windows as he makes his way to the elevator. His demeanor is… cold. He didn’t ask too many questions, which makes you think he already did his research on you.

But hey, a job is a job and the pay is better than your last one.

Why did he need an assistant so quickly though?

As you walk out of Ackerman Inc, your phone buzzes in your purse. You see your little sister’s name across the screen.

“How did your job interview go!” She says enthusiastically.

“I got the job. I start Monday.”

“Is Mr. Ackerman hot?”

“Alexis!” You roll your eyes. “He’s my boss now so I have no… opinions about his looks.” You lie. He’s obviously attractive. But he’s your boss - therefore forbidden.

“You can think your boss is hot. A lot of people fuck their coworkers.”

You roll your eyes at her statement. “Bye, Lex.”

“Love you!” She sings before hanging up the phone.

Your little sister, Alexis, is more like your daughter at this point. You’ve been on your own since you were 16 and Alexis was 6. Your parents are addicts that could not care less if you lived or died, so you took your sister and ran.

You haven’t seen them in 12 years and don’t plan on seeing them ever again.

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The reason you could move in so quickly to Mr. Ackerman’s house is because you’ve been couch surfing for the last 4 months. Alexis for once has a stable job and lives with a roommate, so you were on your own.

As you entered your friends apartment, you took a deep breath. This will be your last sleep here. You won’t have to burden anyone anymore.

“Hey! How’d your interview go?” Ymir, your best friend, emerged from the kitchen. Her girlfriend, Historia followed behind her.

“I got the job!” You smiled. “I’ll be moving in tomorrow morning.”

“Where did you get the job again?” Historia tilted her head.

“Ackerman Inc.” You watched as she typed the name into the search bar.

“Wow, THE Ackerman Inc!” Her eyes got wide as she kept reading. “Did you… read the reviews about the CEO?”

“Levi Ackerman? No I didn’t. Why?”

Historia said nothing and handed her phone to you.

While the pay is great, Levi Ackerman is the biggest dickhead I’ve ever met.

Be careful applying to this place. The CEO, Levi Ackerman, has no soul. No heart.

Do yourself a favor and steer clear of Ackerman Inc. It’s not worth it to deal with the king of assholes - Levi Ackerman.

You sigh and hand the phone back to Historia. “It’s too late. I need a job and it provides housing.”

“You always have a place here.” Ymir wrapped you into a hug. “We love having you live with us.”

“Thank you.” You hug Ymir. “I appreciate you so much. But I’ll be out of your hair soon.” You walk to your ‘bed’ which is the living room couch. You gather some of your knick knacks and shoved them in your tote bag.

You barely had anything to your name. Just a few outfits for interviews, your laptop, phone, and various chargers. Unemployment only helped with so much.

As you look up into the TV, you take a sigh of relief.

You have a job. This is the start of your new beginning.

You pull your phone out and text the number that’s on the business card that Mr. Ackerman gave you.

> I’ll be ready by 10 AM. Here’s my address.

You received a text back rather quickly.

The movers will be there at 10. <

> Honestly, I don’t need movers. I only have 1 bag.

You stared at the screen as the three dots appeared on the screen. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach. Does he think you’re pathetic? That you have nothing to your name?

I’ll pick you up at 10. Do not make me wait. <

> Of course.

You think to yourself, why would he come pick you up himself? Surely he has people to do that for him.

Oh well.

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siilvan · 6 months

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bloodsport – V

characters: vladimir makarov

summary: after a talk with price, you decide to make a risky move. keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

genre: angst, slowburn, enemies to ?, fem!reader (callsign: petra)

warnings: semi-proofread, cursing, mentions of canon-typical violence, makarov's usual bs

word count: 4.3k

note: a very sincere thank you to everyone who sent support and waited so long (a month) for this update :') not super proud of this ngl, i'll try to make the next chapter better and sooner lol

"something to confess?" price utters, brows furrowing as he stares you down with a confused look.

you wring your hands together, feeling the perspiration on your palms even through your gloves. "yes, it's about makarov—"

what's left of the building around you rumbles, pieces of the wreckage crumbling into smaller pieces and falling apart. price tears his gaze from you and glances around before patting your shoulder.

"whatever it is can wait. we need to get out before the rest of this collapses on top of us." he says while turning away and motioning for you to follow, graves and the shadows already starting to move ahead. you huff to yourself and jog after him, sticking close to his side until you reach the sizeable breach that he was leading you to.

you try in vain to talk again once the team is safely outside, but graves speaks up the second you go to open your mouth.

"we need to find where they moved that control center," he says, one of the shadows nearby already grabbing his radio – communications expert, you realize after a moment. "i'm wiling to bet it's still in the city, probably a smaller base."

price nods to graves from where he's standing next to you. "might be in an entirely new spot. tell the squads to keep their eyes peeled." he looks at the communications expert at the end of his warning, directing it at him, and gets a thumbs-up in reply.

"captain, i—" you start, before getting interrupted again.

"we'll discuss this after the mission, lieutenant." price mutters, giving you a tight-lipped smile. "i promise."

you bite your tongue and try to swallow down the lump in your throat, giving him a confirmatory nod of your own. the team moves on from the derelict building, with graves and his shadows splitting off after one of the strike teams radios about a suspicious spot. price and you end up assisting the bravo team with the second-largest base; for once, you're happy to see enemies in a location.

most teams clear out their sectors without much issue, securing canisters of chemical gas and weapon caches, but the supposed nerve center isn't anywhere to be found.

after hours of searching under the scorching sun, price and graves come to a mutual agreement: cut your losses and extract with what you did manage to get your hands on.

the flight back to base is quiet for the most part. everyone's too exhausted to fuss over anything, allowing you to sit in relative peace as you debate on what to say to price. the intel from makarov – the mole within your group – replays in your head over and over again, adding to your ever-growing level of stress. if anyone notices your leg bouncing practically the whole ride, they don't comment on it.

you're chasing the captain to his office the moment you touch down, pushing the heavy door shut behind you as his eyes fall on you.

"never seen you this frazzled, lieutenant." price remarks with a soft chuckle, moving to rest against the front of his desk with his arms loosely crossed over his chest. "what's bothering you?"

you blink at him, the words that you've been wanting to say suddenly dying on your tongue. you want to tell him, you really do, but what will he think of you? what if he takes you off the team for this? brands you as a traitor for working with the enemy?

"petra? y'okay?" price asks, leaning towards you.

you wave the question off and clear your throat. "yeah, i just, uh..." you trail off, before taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly, resigning yourself to your fate. "i've been getting intel from makarov."

shock briefly crosses price's face before it returns to a somewhat neutral expression – alarmingly neutral. you know the look, you've seen it a hundred times.

he's calculating his response.

"it started when i was captured," you stutter out, trying to explain. "it was just the information on shepherd at first, but then he showed up at my apartment after you sent me home— there's a mole in our team, whoever it is put a tracker on my phone, and now shepherd knows that we're onto him—"

"lieutenant." price interrupts, his voice as cold as the ice in his stare, shutting you up with little more than a startled whimper in reply.

he pauses, his jaw tight. you stare at him, wide-eyed and waiting for a furious response, but when he speaks again, his voice is soft.

"tell me everything you know. everything."

you draw in another breath and nod your head slowly. "one of the new recruits – someone who arrived recently – is working for shepherd, keeping tabs on us. his men are targeting the one-four-one; after the building collapse, one of them tried to sneak up on me. makarov found him before i did and took him out, but—"

"wait, he was there?" price all but growls, his arms falling back to his sides as his hands clench into fists against the tabletop.

you nod, again, shrinking under the barely-kept tension rolling off him in waves. "i didn't know he'd be there, it wasn't planned," you say, gaze falling to the floor. "but, he's not important right now. what is important is stopping shepherd before he uses the conflict in al-mazrah and urzikstan as an excuse to start a global war."

price doesn't reply at first, but you can see the gears turning in his head. evaluating, scheming, doing what he does best. a painful beat of silence passes between you, prompting you to speak again, uttering words that will earn you a medal, a grave, or life behind bars.

"makarov's given me intel before, captain. he has eyes in places that we don't, more resources than us, more freedom to act—"

"petra—" price cuts in, but you keep talking.

"—if you let me go undercover," you pause, staring into his eyes, searching for approval in his gaze. "i can get the information we need and act on it. shepherd, makarov... we can eliminate them in one fell swoop. i'll use makarov's resources, then take him down from within his own group. we can't do this clean. the gloves need to come off."

you step closer to him, lowering your voice to a quiet murmur that hardly reaches him. "you said it yourself: at the end of the day, somebody needs to make the enemy scared of the dark."

price clicks his tongue before shaking his head, an amused chuckle tumbling from his lips. "this is risky, you'd be inserting yourself right into his inner circle," he comments, tilting his head at you. "do you really think you'd be able to fool him?"

"he's already offered me protection," you say. "i'll figure out a way to gain his trust." you add, grimacing.

"normally i wouldn't approve something like this, but... for whatever reason, he seems to want you on his side. we might as well use that to our advantage." he concedes, earning an affirmative hum from you.

"i'll give him a response, then. you won't regret this, captain."

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"i'm surprised you've called so quickly." you can hear the amusement in his voice after he answers the phone. "have you come to a decision?" makarov asks.

you let your eyes flutter closed and inhale deeply through your nose, hand clenching and unclenching at your side.

"i have." you reply after a long moment. "are you really wiling to offer me protection from shepherd?"

the grin on his face is evident despite you not seeing it. "i am. all you have to do is help me kill him."

you stifle a surprised laugh. "you're asking for a miracle like it's a small favor." you mutter, to which he sighs, heavy through the speaker.

"i'm confident in your abilities, lieutenant. i will arrange a meeting point and send you the coordinates and time. don't be late."

"punctual. i look forward to it." you respond, sealing your fate as you end the call.

once again, just as you return, you're departing again. you haven't stayed anywhere for longer than a day since escaping the prison, and yet, here you are, preparing to deliver yourself to the maw of the beast. it's almost poetic, just how quickly you've leapt back into danger after weeks of wanting nothing more than to get away from it.

true to his word, you receive a set of coordinates and a time from makarov shortly after the conversation. the only goodbyes you give are rushed words shared with the captain before you take off in an unmarked helicopter, leaving behind promises to explain the situation to those who matter and to get you home as soon as possible.

the location isn't anything of significance, that you're sure of as soon as the helicopter touches down. it's a road just outside of a quiet city, unassuming aside from the sleek black car that sits pulled over to the side. as soon as the gravel crunches under your boots, a man emerges from the vehicle to greet you in a gruff murmur of your callsign. you nod once, unmoving from your position, studying the man as he remains still several feet in front of you.

dressed in painfully normal clothing, a black shirt and a pair of dark weathered jeans, you almost think he's a civilian until your eyes find the patch hastily stuck onto his sleeve, the annoyingly familiar snake skull curving around his bicep as if to taunt anyone who sees it.

he's a mercenary, no doubt. probably someone makarov hired to handle the work his soldiers are above – like this.

as you follow the man to the car, settling in the backseat as he sits in the passenger and vaguely motions to the driver, you briefly wonder just how large makarov's forces are; how far does his influence reach?

you're also left curious about the lack of soldiers. a sign of trust, perhaps? you doubt it, but he's not a man whose decisions are easy to understand. maybe his goal is making you question every little thing that he does, forcing you to stay alert until you exhaust yourself and he has the chance to strike.

the car pulls back onto the road, leaving you to stare out the window as it travels away from the city. the forest surrounding you isn't terribly dense, but enough so that you have to squint to see anything through the passing trees. the winding road heading steadily up a mountain makes it no easier; you searched the coordinates during the flight and saw nothing of significance in the area...

where are they taking you?

the man mumbles something to the driver, catching your attention despite not hearing what he said. the response he receives is in russian and, again, words that you miss due to how quietly they're uttered. once the trees start to thin, however, you assume the sight ahead is what they were discussing.

a villa. a grand one, at that. it's not far from the city, you glance at your watch and time the drive as a half-hour, but the location is secluded, sitting on the cliffside overlooking the population below. it's gated, with armed guards staring the vehicle down as it approaches the entrance; like a stronghold, a private residence barred from any unwanted visitors or influence. it reminds you of las almas, of el sin nombre's villa.

the sun starts to set behind the villa as the car passes the gate and comes to a stop in front of it. the door next to you is suddenly pulled open, yanking your focus from the building as you meet the eye of the soldier, clad in a dark uniform and balaclava, staring you down while holding the door open.

wordlessly, you climb out and narrow your eyes at him, watching as he slams the door shut behind you. there's something familiar about him, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

as his eyes meet yours, it clicks.

"are you the guard from the prison?" you ask, his tired gaze bringing you back to your imprisonment. it's barely been a day since your escape, and yet that place – the injuries that left you in near-constant misery, the prying eyes watching you, the all-too-kind doctor, the other doctor, your enemy being the only person you could even begin to trust – it all feels so distant, despite being so recent.

the soldier huffs, scratching the side of his jaw through his mask. "i have been a guard in many prisons, you will have to be more specific."

you cross your arms tightly, his voice becoming more recognizable as he speaks. thick accent, perpetual disinterest worn like a badge, treating you with indifference despite not walking away.

"i hope the trip wasn't too difficult, lieutenant." a voice pulls you away, making you turn your head to the side as a "friendly" figure emerges from the set of doors nearby. makarov regards you with a small smile, something akin to pride and a more sincere emotion – relief? – glimmering in the dark recesses of his gaze.

you shrug, standing stiff when he stops in front of you. "i think the trip was the easy part." you mutter.

"you underestimate my sense of hospitality," he chuckles, taking in your fatigued state. "you've had a long day, i'll keep the tour brief tonight. i'm sure you have a lot of questions, hm?" his head tilts to the side for a second, emphasizing the question at the end of his remark.

his behavior is… unexpected, to say the least. you were expecting cold apathy like you experienced in captivity, but instead, makarov seems eager to have you here. you're sure it's all part of a plan that you're unaware of, bigger and more important than yourself.

"that's putting it lightly." you reply, walking two paces behind him when he motions for you to follow him inside. the masked solider follows you after a nod towards makarov, accepting a silent order from his commander.

the interior of the villa is equally as extravagant as the exterior— your breath catches in your throat as your footsteps echo against the tile floor, eyes flitting to the art dotting the walls and the furniture that you're certain costs more than your apartment.

"it's all a bit excessive, don't you think?" you murmur, sending a glance to the man in front of you.

makarov hums, hardly sparing his surroundings any attention. "i think it's fitting," he says, leading you to an elevator. "konni is not like the other crude, second-rate paramilitaries you've encountered, petra... we have a goal, organization, leadership—"

"—that leader being you?" you chuckle, stepping into the elevator and facing him. makarov waves the soldier off and presses one of the buttons on the wall, leaving you alone together when the doors slide shut.

"do you doubt me?" he asks, brows furrowing. "need i remind you who is shouldering the burden of protecting you?" he adds, leaning closer as his voice lowers just slightly. you recognize the look, the intent behind the way he moves closer, forcing you to take a step back to create some distance.

"let's get one thing straight," you mutter, trying to keep your tone steady despite your back meeting the wall. "i don't need protection because you're any better than me. you just give me the freedom i need to move against shepherd without putting my squad at risk."

you pause, wetting your lips, before opening your mouth to continue. any words you planned to say leave you in a short breath as you're literally cornered in the small space, though, blinking at the man in front of you. makarov holds your gaze, amusement clearly written on his expression as his arm lifts, caging you in with a tight fist on the wall next to your head.

"you need me, petra. that is what matters." he leans closer still, shifting to rest his forearm against the wall instead, his lips twitching up in a crooked smile. you try to avert your eyes, to stare at the wall past him, but his other hand comes up to stop you with a firm grip on the sides of your jaw, keeping your head still. "i strongly suggest you find it in yourself to cooperate instead of fighting me. this is a very unique opportunity for us to help each other."

"you..." a frustrated sound escapes from you, only serving to encourage him to tighten his hold, leather-clad fingertips digging into your skin. you need to gain his trust if the plan you discussed with price has any chance of succeeding. we get dirty, world stays clean. killing shepherd is the mission; makarov comes later. play your cards right and you can take out them both.

"fine... i guess i owe you civility, at the very least." you concede, one of your hands shooting up to grab his wrist. "just get your hands off me." you grumble with a pointed glare.

makarov's hand retracts before the complaint even fully leaves your lips. "clever girl. you've made the right choice." he murmurs.

he moves away as the elevator reaches the floor and the door slides open again, immediately revealing a corridor dotted with soldiers – some conversing, some standing guard, others approaching the elevator as makarov steps out with you in tow.

"we'll have time for a proper tour later. in the meantime, if you need help navigating the grounds, any of my men will be happy to assist." he says, marching ahead.

"don't have any more room in your busy schedule for me?" you utter, trailing behind him.

he rounds a corner and keeps walking. "not at the moment, unfortunately." you arrive at a door, where he turns to you once more. "i have matters that require my attention, otherwise i would stay longer. i've arranged a place for you to sleep. i suggest you rest tonight. once we have the general's location, you will be needed."

you nod, admittedly taken aback. "i'll... do that, then. thank you." you stutter out.

"don't mention it." he says, already backing away from you and heading back down the hallway. you try not to stare as he disappears from your sight, intentionally fixing your attention on the door he led you to.

so eccentric, you think.

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you let out a contented sigh as you pull your shirt down over your head, standing in the middle of the sizeable bedroom after your shower. a glance out the window tells you what time it is before you even check— the sun set over the horizon about an hour ago.

when you pick your phone up off the nightstand, there's a message from price waiting for you.

status report? 19:05 pm

you look to the door, debating on a response.

all settled in. nothing significant to report yet. 19:15 pm

good. keep your guard up. 19:15 pm

laswell got into contact with alex earlier. potential base in verdansk. 19:16 pm

need me to handle it? 19:16 pm

no. focus on makarov for now. we'll take care of it. 19:17 pm

copy. good luck. 19:17 pm

save some luck for yourself. stay sharp. 19:18 pm

you shove your phone into your pocket and send the door another look, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. makarov said he would be busy, but... there's something telling you to seek him out, some horrible feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. you have a lot of questions and very few answers, things weighing on your mind that, to your chagrin, only he can ease.

"fucking fantastic," you say to the empty room, shaking off the feeling and heading out into the corridor. after getting directions from a handful of soldiers and a short elevator ride, you find yourself up on the penthouse floor, standing in front of the set of doors leading to his personal office.

you knock before you have the chance to psyche yourself out, three short taps in quick succession, your shoulders rigid until you hear an "enter" from the other side.

when you step in, letting the door softly click shut behind you, makarov lifts his head from the papers on the desk in front of him. you don't move immediately, standing with your back pressed against the smooth wood, your eyes flitting around the neatly-kept space before meeting his.

before you can say anything, he lifts a hand to stop you, bringing your attention to the phone next to his ear.

"i don't care about the weather, alexi," he mutters into the speaker, his focus never shifting from you. "you are leading a group of soldiers, not children, they can handle a storm. communicate the old-fashioned way if you're so worried about signal issues." he continues.

you awkwardly linger in your spot, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. his jaw tenses as his gaze narrows, and for a moment, a small part of you worries that the ire might be directed at you for intruding at an inconvenient time.

"i can come back," you whisper, hand already reaching for the knob behind you.

"stay." he replies, making you freeze. "no, not you, сволочь— just deliver the gas according to the schedule. i won't accept anything later than that." he grumbles into the speaker before hanging up the call and dropping his phone onto the papers, sighing heavily and moving to rub the fatigue from his eyes.

gas? as in, the chemical gas you saw in al-mazrah?

"pleasant conversation?" you tease, earning a pointed glare.

he stands from his chair with a soft groan. "what are you here for?"

you step further into the room, watching as he circles around the desk to meet you in the middle. "not sure. care to educate me on the gas you were talking about, though?" you smile, folding your hands in front of yourself.

makarov eyes you down, scrutinizing you, but gives in after a brief staring contest that you arguably win.

"after we succeed in urzikstan and the kremlin realizes what must be done, we will move on to their allies." he begins, speaking slowly. "my soldiers are making the preparations as we speak, planting it within each target nation."

as he continues, that prior feeling returns tenfold, and you mutter, "the gas used in al-mazrah and vondel?"

he nods, unchanging, even as your expression freely gives away the unease and anger steadily building under your skin. "exactly that. this is just the first step."

there's an emotion on his face, something haunting that makes your chest tighten. total apathy, as if the consequences of his actions mean nothing to him. they don't, your reasonable side is well aware of that, but the sheer wrongness of the situation nags at you, pushing you to try to prevent it in whatever ways you can.

"okay, i know you don’t care about innocent lives being lost," you start, crossing your arms over your chest. "but, i do. i'm not going to stand by and watch you destroy the world over some... bullshit hunt for glory! if you use that gas, i'm backing out." you assert. he steps back from you, creating a comfortable distance.

"i thought you were here for a reason, petra. unless, you've changed your mind?" makarov asks with a curious lilt, turning to face away from you.

your arms drop to your sides as your hands clench into fists. "we both know how deadly that gas is – it can kill millions. i'd rather take my chances with the government than assist you with that."

makarov hums in acknowledgement, standing in front of his desk now, and you watch as he reaches for the bottle of whiskey and empty tumbler sitting near the edge.

"are you seriously pouring yourself a drink right now?" you pause your rant, positively fuming while he pours the liquid into the glass. is this all some kind of fucking joke to him?

"i find it easier to listen when i have a drink," makarov replies. he produces a second glass and fills it up, before turning back to you. "but, you do raise a fair point, lieutenant. these plans can be delayed a little while longer." he says, holding it out to you in offering.

you take the glass slowly, confused. "just... like that? so easy?" you hesitate, distrustful— for good reason, too.

the amber liquid swirls in makarov's glass when he moves his hand, dismissing your concerns. "there are still steps between now and then. having you as an ally is far more important in the present."

"wh... just like that?" you parrot, gawking at him when he hands you his glass and walks past you, heading to the door. you spin on your heel and stare at the back of his head as he twists the knob and swings the door open.

he barely acknowledges you when he waves over his shoulder, again, dismissing it. "don't spend too much time on it. focus on the situation in the present."

as he disappears into the corridor, leaving the door to the very private room wide open behind him, you're completely dumbfounded. you came to him for answers; instead of getting that, all you have are more questions.

focus on the situation in the present.

it just sounds like a long-winded way of saying, "direct your anger at anyone but me."

from a tactical standpoint, it's hard to disagree. you're allies with this man, even if it is temporary. no matter how harsh his methods and unreasonable his beliefs, you'll have to learn to tolerate it. your eyes fall to the untouched glasses in your hands, then to the desk behind you, and finally back to the door.

"what the hell have i gotten myself into?"

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the-traveling-poet · 7 months

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Hi love! I’ve read a levi x reader where the reader was Levi’s lieutenant and they had a secret relationship and I just liked it so much… so I’d like to ask could you do a Levi x lieutenant reader where the reader gets injured during an expedition out of the walls and they have a secret relationship, but like, Levi cannot show too much affection cause of course he is “ice cold Captain Levi” but he is so worried for her? I’m feeling a bit sick lately, stuck at home with the flu and wanted to cheer myself up… thank you anyway! ❤️

Priorities

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Being Corporal Levi’s Lieutenant was a demanding job. As well as being his second in command, you doubled as his personal assistant. Though you were always up for the job, sometimes it was tough.

But not as tough as keeping the two of your’s relationship behind closed doors and away from prying eyes.

One particular expedition gone wrong might just bring to light a side of Levi the rest of the Scouting Regime hasn’t seen before; The one that only you get to.

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Pairing: Corporal Levi x Lieutenant!Reader

Warnings: Angst-to-fluff, long fic, language, descriptions of wounds, secret relationship.

SFW, xReader, Multiple POV’s, S1

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A/N: Ofc! I too am a sucker for “secret relationship” tropes, so I was really excited to write this one out!

I downed 4 shots of tequila and speed wrote this. I’m not ashamed of myself, just a little surprised.

I hope it’s to your expectations, and if not I will happily redo whatever you prefer~

Get well soon babe!🤎 Enjoy~

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Typically, you preferred to go through your warm up routine before sparring. Stretching, running a couple laps, exercising your legs to ensure flexibility; the usual.

But today, you didn’t get that luxury.

Landing on your ass for the third time in twenty minuets, you huffed a sigh of frustration.

The hell is his problem?

“Get up, L/N.” A bored tone called down to you.

Brushing the dirt off your rear, you pulled yourself to your feet and tried your best to keep your expression neutral. Levi paced closer to you, arms folded across his chest and his brow furrowed.

“Your stance isn’t steady, so you keep falling on your ass. How many more time do I have to knock you down before you realize this?” he continued.

Slowly bringing your arms up to salute him, you met his steely gaze.

“Yeah yeah, sorry sir,” you muttered. Typically, backtalk or anything of the such wouldn’t be tolerated, but you were an exception. A fact that still baffled the rest of the Special Operations Squad.

Rolling his eyes, he turned his attention to the small group watching your matches.

“That’s enough for today. Clean up and get down to the mess hall.”

“Sir!” his squad responded with salutes of their own, and were quick to follow his orders.

Petra stalled for a moment, shooting you a concerned look over her shoulder before she followed after the others. She was a sweet girl, you thought. She’s come to you many times about her concerns for the way your Captain treated you, but you’d always reassured her that you and Levi simply just butted heads more often than not.

Once they were gone, you sighed and threw a look over at your Captain.

“Yknow, if you’d have let me warm up first, those fights would have ended differently.”

“You think on the field you’ll have time to stretch your pretty legs before you fly after a titan’s nape?” He responded, but this time his tone wasn’t so harsh.

“What’s up your ass?” You grinned, stepping closer to him.

“Your attitude,” he smirked ever so slightly. He looked you up and down quickly, then glanced around your surroundings. You two were alone on the training grounds. His posture relaxed slightly as he reached out to fix some of your lose hairs.

“You know I push you because I want to see you succeed,” he stated softly.

“I know, Lee. I know,” you smiled back, taking his hand out of your hair and into your own. “I’m starting to think your ‘reverse physiology’ isn’t working, though.”

“What do you mean?” He raised a single brow as he squeezed your hand and slowly led you back to the entrance of HQ.

“Acting harder on me to hide the fact you love me. It’s just drawing us more attention.” You shrugged.

Levi sighed, almost in defeat. “I suppose you’re right. I don’t like being hard on you. But with our positions in the Corps…You know this isn’t allowed.”

You mimicked his sigh, briefly leaning your head against his shoulder before the doors opened. Though all too soon, he pushed open the doors and let go of your hand, his face immediately set with indifference.

“I’ll see you tonight. Eyebrows wants us Captains and Section Commanders to report to him before tomorrow’s expedition.” He murmured softly in your ear before taking his leave, leaving you to find your own way to the mess hall for the evening.

Sitting with your companions, you picked listlessly at the food on your plate. Eld and Gunther were too caught up in their own conversation to notice your melancholy demeanor, while Oulo was far too focused on his plate to care.

Petra sat to your right, sipping from her cup but keeping a close eye on you. Catching her stare, you shoot her a reassuring smile.

The 56th expedition beyond the walls was the following day, and needless to say it weighed heavily on all your minds.

Petra placed a hand onto your shoulder and tried her best to smile back. She returned her attention back to her food, and you were quick to follow suit. But the longer you sat there, glancing up towards the empty seat at the head of the table, the less of an appetite you had

If only we didn’t have to hide…

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Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel loosely around your body before braiding back your hair. You’d ate what you could stomach in the mess hall, then decided to retire to your room early to avoid having to socialize with anyone.

And by your room, you meant Levi’s personal room. You’d been staying with him for awhile now, though you’d have to sneak in early and leave even earlier in the morning to avoid being caught by anyone else.

Slipping on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, you left his private bathroom and entered the bedroom.

“Well don’t you look lovely.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, and as it was you barely muffled a gasp.

“Shit Levi, I didn’t even hear you enter.”

Levi sat on the corner of his mattress, loose carvat around his neck and uniform straps removed from his torso and legs. He offered you a minuet smirk, then stood and strode over to you.

“Usually, you’re not in here till later,” he observed aloud.

“I wanted to retire early. Get a shower in, relax…See you…” You muttered sheepishly, playing with the hem of the shirt you wore.

Giving you a soft smile, his arms quickly found purchase around your waist. Immediately you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid your head on his chest with a contented sigh.

You both stayed like that for a handful of minuets, living in the peaceful moment life had decided to grant you this evening. Suddenly, with a sigh, Levi slowly released you.

“Listen…About tomorrow-“

“I know, I know. ‘Stay close to the squad, don’t be a dumbass, and don’t die.’” You recited with a chuckle. Rolling his eyes with a huff, Levi led you to sit on the bed beside him.

“Precisely. You’d better watch yourself out there. I need…We need more moments like this; together. Can’t do that if your dumbass doesn’t come back.”

“You, too. You may be ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ and all, but I don’t want to see a single cut on you when we’re back.” You poked his at his chest playfully and leaned into his warm embrace.

“Yea, dear.” His mocking tone didn’t go unnoticed by you, but before you could retort, you found yourself falling sideways onto the bed. Levi had shifted on the bed and let you fall forward so that he could stand up.

“Erwin made a comment tonight,” he spoke over his shoulder as he gathered up a change of clothes for himself.

“Oh?” You propped yourself up on your elbows to follow him with your eyes.

“Said ‘You and Lieutenant Y/N make a good team. We’ll need you both on the far right of the formation.’” Levi quoted as he slipped on a new shirt.

“Then he pulled me aside after the meeting. ‘Don’t let personal feelings get in the way of the mission. I understand this may seem unfair to ask, but I’ve seen the way you look at your second in command .’, so I said I wouldn’t.”

Scoffing back a laugh, you grinned. “It’s a little too late for that.”

“By about two years, yeah.” Levi hummed in agreement, joining you in bed with a relaxed sigh.

You were quick to snuggle up to him, and his arm instinctively draped over your waist. Laying your head back onto his chest, you looked up at him. Only to find his gaze already on you. You knew that look in his eyes…

“Hey, I will come back. I always do,” you reassured him in a soft whisper.

“You’d better. I’m not sure what I’d do without you here,” he whispered back, letting his eyes close shut.

Placing a kiss on his cheek, you snuggled under the covers and closed your eyes. “You won’t ever have to find out,” was the last thing you whispered before you let your exhaustion take over.

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3rd person POV

“The 56th expedition is about to begin; prepare yourselves!”

Commander Erwin’s voice boomed from the front of the formation, reaching every soldier under his command. With cheers from the civilians gathered around to see them off, Levi snuck one last glance over to you. Giving you a confident nod, he gripped the reins from atop his horse and stared straight ahead.

Soon enough, the gates opened wide, and the Survey Corps spilled out at a gallop.

For the first hour, everything was going smoothly. A handful of titans here and there were quickly dealt with by the S.O.S. Onwards they raced, until a splitting scream broke the eire silence hanging over them. Whipping her head forward, Y/N was quick to shoot her ODMG onto the nearest tree and grapple onto it. Despite her Captain’s screams of protest, Y/N was off.

Only a moment passed, and Levi had lost sight of her amongst the forming group of titans.

Half an hour later, Commander Erwin had called for a retreat. What had originally been a mere observation exposition, had turned into a blood bath. Only half the soldiers sent out had returned to the vantage point, and most were wounded.

Wether it be a deep cut or a punctured lung, the field medics were kept busy.

Captain Levi slid off his horse hastily, looking around at everyone gathered. His eyes scanned the loose crowd anxiously, but not once did his eager gaze meet yours. Panic bubbles up in his chest, but he manages to keep calm.

On the outside, anyways.

Once a frantic Preta comes running over to him, out of breath and panting, does he get a clue as to your whereabouts.

His ever present mask starts to shatter, and in an instant he’s sprinting across the open field towards the medic tents; your name on his lips.

The moment he entered one of the several tents set up not far outside the walls, the make-shift camp went silent.

Cadets and Captains alike all paused in their tasks when a broken cry came from the larger of the tents set up.

Everyone turned their heads towards the sound. A sight lay before them they never thought they would ever see before; Humanity’s strongest solder nearly buckling under his own weight, clutching at the flaps of the center most medical tent as he cried out in fear.

Many crowded around him, fearful for his safety and curious of any injuries he might have sustained. But once they were able to see over shoulder, the truth hit them like a punch to the face.

Levi had rushed to one of the beds in the tent, falling to his knees and grasping the hand of the person who laid unconscious under the sheets.

Pushing through the crowd, Commander Erwin and Section Commander Hange softly gasped at the sight of Levi’s second in command, Lieutenant Y/N, out cold on the cot.

“The hell are you doing?! Tend to her, that’s an order!” Levi barked out harshly to one of the medics, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

For a moment, no one knew what to do. Every rumor of the raven before them being unemotional quickly went out the window as they finally understood.

The cold man did have a heart. And it belonged to you.

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Reader’s POV

The last thing you remembered, was rushing out of formation to save the poor cadet caught in the grasp of a fifteen meter. Your blades were at the ready, gleaming in the sunlight reflected off the cloudy sky overhead.

The moment you freed the cadet from the monster’s grasp, you realized a fatal mistake you’d made; you’d gotten too close to its mouth.

In a moment of panic, you twisted yourself in midair and made to get away, but you were far too late. In a mere second that seemed to last an eternity, you felt a searing white hot pain erupt near your right hip. Screaming out in pain and frustration, you managed to swing your arm back just far enough to jab your blade into the titan’s lip, causing its jaw to lock for a moment as it processed what you were doing.

This gave you enough time to wiggle your way out from between its teeth, shooting your ODM gear hooks into its shoulder and glide away.

Despite the amount of blood you were losing, as well as the blinding pain that threatened to render you unconscious at any moment, you’d swung yourself up into a sharp arch and sliced through its tough nape.

With the titan’s corpse, you fell as well. An intense ringing sounded in your ears when you opened your eyes, only to see the young cadet hovering over you with tears in their eyes. Faintly, you heard them mention a medic, but then your eyes shut against your will.

Before you lost consciousness, your mind drifted back in time, to a moment you last remembered experiencing joy. That very morning, in fact.

The way you’d woken up cocooned in the arms of your lover, feeling warm and safe. Not a care in the world, as you ignored your soon to be pending responsibilities. The way you had looked up and seen his smile, so bright and genuine and filled with such love.

If this is it, then I’m glad he’s the last thing I remember seeing…

Some time later, much to your confusion, your eyes cracked open to see a window. Sunlight poured through, nearly threatening to blind you as you lifted a weak arm up to block the light.

A groan left your lips as you tried to sit up, only to find you couldn’t manage the movement on your own. Reaching down below the covers that covered your midsection with your other hand, you felt the distinct material of thick medical wraps around your midsection. It was slightly damp, and you caught the faint whiff of blood.

Confusion clouded your judgment, causing you to try and remove the bandages to see what exactly was wrong with you. You supposed you were back in HQ, safely within the infirmary. Yet when you tried to shift your shoulders forward to remove the cloths, you suddenly became aware of a weight pressing down on your left shoulder.

Turning your head, you squinted your eyes at the veil of raven black hair obscuring your vision.

Only one thing came to mind when seeing the color…

“Levi?” you managed to croak out.

Immediately the weight shifted, and a face rose up from your shoulder where it had previously rested. Tired grey eyes met yours, and immediately widened.

“Y/N,” Levi whispered, almost in disbelief. Sitting up straight in the chair he sat in beside your bed, his hand immediately came up to cup the side of your face.

“You’re awake…”

“No shit, babe.”

Biting back a chuckle, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

“You’ve been out of it for three days…How do you feel? Can I get you anything? Water? More blankets? Do your wraps need replaced yet?”

“Levi, baby, slow down…What-what happened?” You couldn’t help but for a soft chuckle to escape you at his worried tone. Immediately, a scowl took over his face.

“Your dumb fucking ass got hurt. You promised…You idiot.” He whispered, his eyes giving him away. He could look as mad as he wanted, but his eyes would always tell you exactly what he was really thinking. He was scared shitless, but also relieved.

“I’m sorry,” you cooed softly, running your shaking hands through his hair. “I wanted to save that kid. They looked so scared…Ao helpless…But what matters right now, is that we’re both safe. We made it back in once piece.”

Levi took your words into consideration, his brow furrowed and his eyes frantically searching your face. Finally, with a sigh, he leaned in and pressed his lips to your gently. It wasn’t a rushed kiss, nor a heated one. Moreover, it was soft. Reassuring, for both you and him. Kissing him back just as softly, you allowed your tense posture to relax softly.

Breaking away, his face stayed within an inch of yours as he caught his breath. “Don’t you ever dare scare me like that again. I made a fucking fool of myself out there, thinking I was too late…”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” you chuckled teasingly.

“Shut up, you know what I meant,” he breathed, his breath hitting against your now damp lips.

“I’m sorry. I really am, Lee. But I’m not going anywhere.”

Looking you in the eye for confirmation, Levi seemed to come to terms with your statement and leaned in once more, quickly taking your lips back to rest against his own.

From the infirmary threshold, the door creaked open slightly. Yet neither you nor Levi seemed to notice.

On the other side peaked in a curious Hange and a concerned Erwin. Upon seeing the sight displayed before them, Erwin had to hold Hange back from squeaking in excitement.

“I told you something was going on between the two of them!“ they shouted in a hushed voice.

Shaking his head with a weary smile, Erwin closed the door to the infirmary and headed back down the hall with the scientist.

“I know. They think they’re clever in hiding it, but two years ago I walked into Levi’s office and saw something similar. But for now, let’s let them continue to live in blissful ‘secrecy’ a little longer.”

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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Monet Issues By Chase Petra

Summary: You are the daughter of Tony Stark but DNA is the only thing you have the proves he’s your father. You were raised by his assistants and nannies. When an interview comes out, you have a few choice words you want to say to the billionaire.

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Warning: implied sexual relationship, child abuse, child neglect, Tony is kind of a horrible father.

“Good morning, Diane,” you said, placing her coffee order on her desk. It was Monday morning and every Monday you brought coffee for everyone on your team. It was a tradition you started when your tech company was 4 people. Now you had about 15 employees, still small but you were in the bar with the likes of Stark Industries and Bishop Securities.

“You are in a good mood,” she said, taking a sip of her iced coffee. “Did you have a good weekend?” You smiled.

“I spent the weekend up north with no service and a beautiful woman,” Diane smiled, shaking her head.

“Good, you deserved it. Let me know if you need anything.” You gave her a salute and headed through the rest of the office. You gave your employees their coffee and asked about their weekends. Finally, you sat down at your desk with a sigh. Mondays were the busiest with long meetings and phone calls to start the week on the right foot. You opened your email and saw you had over 1000 unread emails.

“Morning boss,” Taylor said as she came into your office with her laptop. You rolled your eyes.

“Not your boss, Tay.” You said, not looking up from your laptop. Taylor was your business partner and best friend since grade school. She set a bag down on your desk, you knew it was snacks to help you both get through the long meetings. She shrugged.

“Yeah, but your name is on the building.” That was true. Fundamentally, it was Taylor’s idea to focus the company on advancing medical products for veterans due to losing her father at a young age. But you were a Stark, the company was under your mother’s name as that was when you went by. L/n Production, you wanted nothing to do with Tony.

“Can you tell me why every news station is requesting a comment from me?” You asked. “What the hell happened?”

“That is where I come in,” Emily said, entering your office. Her usual put-together bun that sat on her head was disheveled. She must have had a long weekend and an early morning since no reporters were standing outside your office. “So, I’m guessing you didn’t see it.” You glared at her. “Sorry, don’t look at me like that.” She picked up her coffee and plugged her computer into the TV that was mounted on the wall. It took a moment for it to load and you saw a clip of an interview with your father and Jimmy Fallon. You groaned, holding up your hand.

“Wait,” you said before she pressed play. “Is this going to piss me off?” It was a zoom style interview as Tony lived upstate at the Avenger’s compound.

“Probably,” Taylor mumbled, sipping on her coffee. You sighed and waved your hand for Emily to continue. She pressed the spacebar.

“And your daughter, Y/n L/n,” you could tell the clip was from the middle of the interview. Tony put a smile at the mention of your name. “She’s making quite a name for herself. She and her team were given the Presidential Medal of Freedom and nominated for a Nobel Prize for their work in prosthetics.” Jimmy held up a picture of you and Tony at the White House. You invited him to the event to avoid the press, not that you wanted him there. “You must be extremely proud.”

“I am,” your jaw clenched. “She has made this old man very proud.” Well, that was news to you.

“When she was younger did she always have an interest in falling in your footsteps in the tech world?” Tony laughed.

“Jimmy, I couldn’t keep her out of my lab.”

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, putting your hands over your face.

“Those times spent together are memories that are important to me,” your father continued. “And I like to think that those memories shaped her into the person she is today.” The video ended. Your office was silent. Throughout your entire career, you’ve tried to separate yourself from him. Tony Stark. Ironman. He had many names but father wasn’t something you would call him. You were raised by the nannies he hired. You paid your way through school by working waitress jobs, retail jobs on holidays, and babysitting gigs when you had the time. You wanted nothing to do with Tony Stark since he wanted nothing to do with you. When your mother died, he didn’t even show up to the funeral.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You said, standing up and throwing your work essentials in your bag. You were taking a trip to Upstate New York. You didn’t wait for Taylor and Emily to say anything as you headed to the door.

“Egghead,” you stopped at the nickname Taylor called out. “I can’t afford to bail you out so don’t kill the man.” You chuckled, waved your hand, and left.

“Miss. Stark,” FRIDAY as you walked into the compound. “It has been a long time.”

“And I told you to stop calling me that,” you told the AI. The AI was silent for a moment.

“My apologies, it appears the boss changed it.” You sighed. Of course, he did.

“Where is he?” You asked.

“He’s in the conference room with the rest of the team. Would you like me to alert you of your arrival?” You smirked.

“Let’s surprise him, that’s more fun.”

Steve was standing in front of the team with a blueprint of a factory. The words were in Russian. You leaned against the open team, the team was engrossed in what the super soldier was saying you went unnoticed. While one person saw you, a certain redhead. The Russian smirked at you. You set her a playful wink. “Y/n,” Steve said, interrupting Tony. The table looked away from your father and to you. You gave them a small wave.

“It’s my favorite Stark!” Clint said. Tony rolled his eyes.

“Don’t eat my leftovers like last time,” Clint called after you. You flipped him off over your shoulder.

“I’m hurt, Legolas,” he finally looked at you. “I didn’t know you were making a trip up here."

“Finish your meeting. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

That was the problem. You enjoyed the company of the other Avengers but being around Tony made your blood boil. It was frustrating. You opened the fridge and pulled out the ingredients to make a salad. You weren’t sure how long the meeting was going to be.

The answer was 45 minutes. In that time, you ate your salad, made coffee, and joined in on two meetings for work. You were sitting on the couch with your laptop open when the Avengers walked into the common floor. Clint made a beeline for the fridge, to make sure you didn’t eat his food. Steve went by the window with a sketchbook in his hands and Sam sat down next to you, turning on the TV. Finally, Tony walked in but he walked to the coffee pot instead of you. You sighed, standing up. “Do I smell or something?” Sam asked. You laughed.

“No, I have to go talk to the old man.”

“Good luck with that.” You smiled. Tony was pouring a cup of coffee into a mug.

“Hey, can we talk for a second?” You asked. He shook his head.

“Can’t right now. I have to do some modifications to the suit before the upcoming mission.” You bite back a sigh.

“Okay, how about when you are done?” He put the pot back on the machine.

“We’ll see if I’m not busy.” He began to walk towards his lab.

“So you’ll only talk about me in interviews, is that it?” Tony turned back to look at you. “Nice interview by the way. Jimmy knows how to bring out your good side.”

“You saw that.” He said, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Half the world saw it, Tony, according to how many news stations were in my inbox looking for a statement.” You were becoming the center of attention with the other Avengers. You noticed a few more entering the space. Wanda and Vision were in the kitchen and Natasha were on the couch, her feet tucked underneath her as she watched the interaction between you and Tony.

“Maybe we should take this conversation somewhere else,” You laughed.

“Oh, now you have time for me because a few minutes ago you weren’t going to give me the time of day. But now since your image of yourself is being fucked with you have time,” you took a step forward. “Who are you to credit yourself with my accomplishments? How could you lack such common sense?” You asked. “You may have given me a name but blood doesn’t mean a thing 'cause I did it all on my own. So, disown me, you don’t owe me, I don’t want your money so feel free to leave me out of your will.” The man was silent in front of you. It was the first time you’d seen him speechless. “You don’t deserve the title of my father.” The slap caught you by surprise. You touched the spot he hit and stared at him. He seemed shocked. Your jaw clenched. The common floor was silent. It was a loud silence. “You are lucky I have any ounce of respect for Pepper or I would be suing your ass.” You grabbed your bag from the couch and walked towards the door. You heard footsteps behind you but you didn’t stop until you felt the sun on your face. You sat down on the bench, squeezing the metal. You looked at Natasha. She was frowning as she cupped the cheek Tony hit.

“Do you want me to kill me?” She asked. You shook your head.

“His death is not worth it to add to your ledger,” you said, kissing the palm of her head. She sat down next to you.

“He hit you,” she said. “He put his hands on his daughter.” You nodded.

“I know,” you whispered. “But it’s not your fight, okay?” She didn’t look convinced. She was angry and you knew if you allowed her to, she would march back in there and deal with him. “Just sit here with me.” You placed her head on her shoulder. She sighed and relaxed on the bench.

“Stay the night,” she said. That was the last thing you wanted to do. “This weekend wasn’t enough.” She kissed the top of your head. Her fingers skim underneath your shirt. “I’ll make it worth you're wild.” You smirked.

“Are you trying to bribe me into sleeping with you?” You asked. She smiled.

“You didn’t need much bribing this weekend,” you rolled your eyes. “Please malyshka (baby girl).” She whispered, kissing your cheek.

“Okay, since you are twisting my arm.” She laughed against your neck.

Knocking woke you up. You groaned and burrowed your head deeper into the pillow. But the knocking continued. You opened your eyes, blinking the sleep away. Natasha was slowly waking up. Her red hair fanned out over the pillow as she lay on her stomach facing you. “Who's at the door, FRIDAY?” She asked the AI.

“Mr. Stark is at your door,” the redhead sighed.

“I am going to kill him.” She mumbled. You kissed her shoulder.

“I’ll deal with him,” you stood up and found a shirt and shorts to throw on quickly. “Are you going with him knowing about us?” You asked. Natasha’s eyes were already closed.

“FRIDAY must have told him you were here,” she said, yawning. “I’ll deal with him later.” You smiled and headed to the door. You opened it. You could only imagine what you looked like. Your hair was probably a mess from Natasha running her fingers through it. You had hickeys on your skin. Since you were still half asleep you weren’t sure if you were wearing your clothes.

“Tony,” you said, leaning against the door frame. “Good morning. How are you?”

“What are you doing in Romanoff’s room?” He asked.

“Well Tony,” you noticed by saying his name was getting under his skin. “I’m sleeping with her.” You smiled. “I have been for a while,” you added.

“No, not happening,”

“Oh I missed the part where I asked you if it was okay,” you heard Natasha chuckle from inside her room.

“Your my kid I don’t-”

“I’m your kid?” You cut him off. “The last time I checked I disowned you and you slapped me across the face.” There was no bruise but the feeling was there. You flinched a few times when Natasha took you by surprise and touched your cheek.

“Look, I'm sorry.” You stared at him.

“Sorry about what exactly?” You asked. “Because you are the source of all my scarring. I spent too many years underneath rubble that I got myself out of. I put my heart back together. Do yourself a favor and leave me alone.” You closed the door on him. You took the clothes you were wearing off and climbed back into bed. Natasha rested her head on your chest and looked up at you. You loved staring into her green eyes.

“Are you okay, malysh (baby)?” She asked. You smiled.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

You made the trip back home that afternoon. It was nice being back in the city, in your apartment. You took a quick shower and changed into sweatpants and a white tank top. It was going to be a long night. You sat on your dining room table with a cup of coffee in your hands. You were watching a recorded zoom meeting that you missed. But you winced from a slight pinch on your neck. You touched your neck and felt a tranquilizer dart. The room around you began to spin. The coffee mug fell from your hands and shattered to the ground. You fell to the floor and the world went black.

Part 2 here

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seeingivy · 11 months

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elevated heart rates

levi ackerman x f!reader

levi’s a mind reader and you’re a love expert

content: grad student levi, brain researchers, nile being a weirdo freak (sorry yall), mentions of drinking, levi is shirtless at one point, reader has claustrophobia

an: started my big girl brain research fellowship today. hence - brain jargon and GRAD STUDENT LEVI

The room is small - the nineteen of you cramming into the small space of the conference room. You’re located directly at the front, sitting next to your advisor, Dot Pyxis. A leading expert in the field, one of the first neuroscientists you had met at a conference when you were a freshman in college.

You saw it - the way his eyes lighted up, the way he was stumbling over his words because he was so excited to explain what he did everyday that you wanted that. To be that excited about something. And here you were, sitting next to him about to make it happen.

You moved to Marley two months ago for this very moment. Your first day at the Brain Consortium - one of the best neuroscience research labs in the country, led by Pyxis himself. He was going to co-advise your thesis, guide you into becoming an expert in the field. Unlike any other, this lab was barely limited to one field, instead equipped with researchers from many different departments, the projects, the papers entirely interdisciplinary.

There was no other place like it. You can feel your hands shaking as you hand over your hard drive, your presentation loaded on to it. Pyxis had explained it all - there were weekly lab meetings where everyone came together, presenting their research. Everyone gave feedback, asked questions to help further expand and build on the projects.

And it was your turn. On your very first day, you were expected to explain. What you were going to research, what you were going to contribute, what you were excited about.

It’s fucking nerve wracking. Pyxis stands up, giving you one last shoulder squeeze, before introducing everyone in the lab to you. He points everyone out - the other assistant professors, post-doctoral researchers, and the other PhD students.

“Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Petra Ral, and Nile Dok. The other PhD students. I want the five of you to give her a tour of the lab after.”

They all nod, a few of them giving you encouraging smiles as you start. Pyxis turns to you, taking your seat at the table as you take the pointer in your hands, starting your presentation.

“Right. Um, I’m F/N L/N. It’s nice to meet you all. I, um, completed my undergraduate studies at Shiganshina University. I got a b-bachelors in applied neuroscience and computational biology. I’ll be presenting my thesis project pr-proposal.”

You hate this shit. You’re stuttering over your words and they’re all staring back, completely uninterested in your work. The PhD students in front of you aren’t even taking you seriously - the girl with glasses nearly stumbling off her chair from sliding around on it and the guy with dark black, grey steely eyes more interested in his cup of fucking tea than what you were talking about.

“Right, so. My project aims to study interoceptive signals - like heartbeat, respiration cycles, blood pressure - and use them to predict and decode intentions. These small biomarkers, entirely unconscious to us, are consistent during decision making, unbeknownst to us. We can exploit that - to understand higher level cognition.”

You’ve got their attention - you can tell. This is always the easy part, drawing them in - the woman from before stopped sliding on her chair, instead leaning forward with her eyes shining at your slides, the guy with the tea momentarily flickering his eyes up to the screen.

“You can use it to predict how people act, how they feel. Especially for something like heart rate, which is what I want to focus on, you can understand so many things - anxiety, stress, companionship, sexual attraction, romance.”

You see one of the PhD students murmur under his breath, interrupting you in your stead. Nile, they said his name was.

“So you want to be a…love expert?”

The entire room laughs, giving you smiles as you continue on. You give him a smile, responding.

“I guess you could say that.”

You continue on - highlighting how the brain regulates these signals, what equipment you’ll be using to record all of it.

They clap when you’re done. Success.

You feel fully settled into the lab, a few months later. You’ve decorated your tiny cubicle, directly in the middle with the other PhD students, with a few knick knacks - a picture of you and your best friend, a tiny little green figurine your parents gifted you, and a rack for your headphones.

You’re located in the section with the other PhD students, who are…interesting.

On the first day, they lead you to take the cubicle directly next to Hange, which you realized was a bad idea. Because they set you up. Hange’s a biochemist - doing research on the brain tissue at the molecular level, trying to understand how glioblastomas progress. Meaning - they’re always playing with chemicals at their desk, sometimes too lazy to walk over to the lab, which leads to some interesting smells and…smokes in your area.

They never get in trouble, because Erwin and Petra always come to save the day. They’re both leading policy experts, studying volition and decision making in hopes to use in applications to the law and judicial systems. Figuring out why criminals commit crimes, using it for to serve justice. They cover up the evidence, distract Pyxis and Shadis, and talk their way out of it on Hange’s behalf.

And that leaves Nile, who isn’t particularly your favorite. He’s a bit hard to get along with, not exactly personable per say. He’s researching microdosing and addiction - trying to figure out how we can manipulate medicines or drugs into being more or less addictive.

You almost forgot about him. Levi, who's currently leading you to the MRI room on the other side of the building. Definitely the most intriguing of all of your colleagues - using transcranial brain stimulation to decode intentions. In less jargony terms, he read minds.

He puts the decisions made on the tests into algorithms, correcting it until the machines can predict the decisions being made perfectly - that can be applied to anyone, not just singular participants. He’s coding human thought into machines. And doing it successfully.

Levi’s quiet, perplexing, and intelligent. An enigma. He’s stood out to you, more than anyone else, for the simple reason that he’s the only one who doesn’t want to talk to you. Hange invites you out for drinks, Petra introduced you to her boyfriend, Erwin bought you a birthday present even though you didn’t tell anyone it was your birthday, and Nile asked you on a date (which you obviously declined).

But Levi doesn’t care. You don’t either, but it does intrigue you at times. Why he’s so quiet, so closed off, what he’s always doing on his laptop, who he texts on his breaks. This was the first time you were alone with him - getting roped into participating in his newest study.

“Newbie has to do it.”

“Do what, Hange?”

“Levi likes to experiment on all of our brains. You’ve never done it and he needs someone, so we’re volunteering you.”

Hange and Erwin pull you up by the wrists, all but pushing you out of the conference room into Levi’s cubicle, where you almost trip and fall over him. He looks up - already deeply uninterested with the three of you standing in his space - as he removes his hands from his keyboard.

“What, brats?”

“I’m not participating. She is. Take her away!”

He looks between the three of you, clearly unamused with how nonchalant Hange was being about the whole thing, as they knocked over Levi’s stack of books on the floom. They nearly shake his entire frame in their hands as they thanked him profusely for not making them participate.

Erwin picks up the stack of books - somehow shuffling them all out of order as Levi gets even more frustrated - shooing the two of them out of his space. After successfully removing them, you and Levi walk towards the MRI room, all the way across the building, in silence.

When you get there, he taps his hand on the platform, signaling for you to sit on it. You obediently follow, still not uttering an entire word. You watch him mill around the room - pressing switches, using the intercom to communicate with the operator, turning the lights off.

“Wearing any metal?”

“My necklace. I’ll take it off.”

You reach up, awkwardly fumbling with the clasp as he watches you, his hands pressed to his sides as he waits. You’re not sure what it is - how sweaty your hands are, the way he’s looking at you, awkwardly waiting for you to finish - but you can’t get the clasp off, your hold shaking behind your hair.

“I can help you.”

You meekly nod, getting off the platform. Before you can, he reaches forward, his slender hands gathering your hair before placing them across the side to your shoulder. You feel his knuckles against your nape, quickly unlatching the necklace and fixing your hair back into place.

“I’ll hold it for you.”

You get back onto the platform, lying flat, as Levi uses the intercom to signal to Armin, one of the undergraduate students who worked in the MRI building. You can feel the platform sliding you into the tube and you suddenly feel it.

Your claustrophobia. Every horrible thought you can imagine is running through your head as the machine starts whirring, your heart pounding in your chest. An earthquake - the machine would crush you. The magnets can be too fast, the machine malfunctioning while you’re stuck inside it. There could be a fire and you would be left here, everyone leaving you and locking you out of the room.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah, Armin. Sorry. I get a bit claustrophobic, that’s all.”

“Okay, take your time. Try to stay still so we can get better pictures.”

You nod, trying to still your breaths as the machine whirrs on again. You can feel your nails digging into your palms, as you try to calm down, the panic still sitting in your chest. You feel a hand circle around your ankle, squeezing twice, as the machine keeps going.

“You okay, Newbie?”

“Yeah, Levi. I’m okay.”

“I’m here. Get out if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll just drag Shitty Glasses by the scalp to do it instead of you.”

You laugh, his hold still firm on your ankle. You try to focus on it - the fine print on the machine, your back against the platform, his fingers on your skin as the machine keeps going, your panic still writhing in your chest. The MRI finishes - Levi giving you one last squeeze before the platform slides out and you nearly jump out of the machine.

You and Levi walk back to the main lab, in silence. When you get there, Levi gives Hange’s ponytail one big yank before settling back into his cubicle, giving you a soft smile before you return to yours.

It’s Levi’s turn to present for the lab meeting. The lab is going to Hizuru for Sigtuna, one of the largest neuroscience conferences to date. The PhD students are all presenting posters, except Levi who was invited to give a talk.

You had been helping Levi as of late - working with him to identify the sulcuses and the lobes on all of Levi’s MRIs. He had no experience in magnetic resonance imaging whatsoever - something you had spent years learning during undergrad. So the two of you had worked out a system - you helped him with identifying the images and helped you troubleshoot your code for your tasks whenever you needed it (which was often).

You spent a lot of time together - even if it wasn’t direct. You’d sit in silence in the main conference room, working for hours. He’d bring you a cup of coffee and you would pick up dinner, talking through ideas as you finished off your projects.

You had helped him write the grant for the talk instead of the poster, helping him with all the physiological portions. He taught you how to do all the analysis for yours - the two of you often the one’s leaving the lab latest, Levi walking you to your car in the dark before walking off to his own.

You were friends. Project partners.

He gives you one last look before starting the presentation and you shoot him a thumbs up under the table, which he returns with a smile. He’s explaining - using your brain and Hange’s as the sample templates to explain what he was doing - what parts of the brain he has to use for his machine learning.

“This is Newbie’s and this is Hange’s brain. In theory, each part of the brain is slightly bigger, depending on what parts of your brain you exercise more. For example, Hange is involved in more motor-dexterity - running all their projects by hand. This part of the sulcus is more developed, bigger because of it, compared to Newbie.”

Nile nudges you on the side, whispering something about how he can give you something to do with your hands if you needed it. You roll your eyes, awkwardly shuffling farther as you refocus on what Levi was saying.

“This part of the brain is more developed for Newbie, the Brodmann areas - associated with critical thinking, higher level cognition, decision making. Good thing I didn’t use your brain, Dok. We wouldn’t even be able to catch it on the image if we used yours.”

The entire room laughs - Nile sulking in his chair as Levi continues. You don’t miss the look he gives you afterwards, his eyes uncharacteristically soft when he meets yours, as he continues the presentation.

When he finishes, Pyxis goes over the room assignments, mentioning that there were three rooms for all the PhD students - meaning a few of you would have to pair up. You turn your neck to look at Petra, who's already nodding and agreeing with Hange that they would room together. You deflate, watching Erwin and Levi pair up. Which leaves you next to Nile, who's all but too excited to be your partner.

He slings his arm around your shoulder, saying that you guys can share the bed if it gets cold at night, which leaves you shooting dangerous looks at Hange. Levi catches on first, immediately dragging Erwin over to where the two of you were standing.

“Dok. Erwin is going to room with you.”

“Says who?”

“Says me. Don’t argue with me today, I’m already sick of you.”

Levi grabs you by the wrist, dragging you towards the other side of the room as he rambles on.

“What a fucking idiot. First he interrupts me during my talk and then starts saying perverted shit like that. Someone’s going to smack him upside the head one day and I surely hope for my sake it’s me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him twice before letting go.

“Thank you for that - I was literally going to vomit if I had to room with him.”

“Well, I told you before. I’m here if you’re uncomfortable.”

You nod, the two of you walking into the conference room to make edits to your presentation.

You and Levi come back to your hotel room after the conference, positively plastered. He’d all but given his talk perfectly and your poster won an award at the end - which meant you and Levi were celebrating well into the night.

You had your arms slung around each other, your weight uneven, as you both slide back into the hotel room, falling onto the singular bed in the room. You and Levi were greeted with the unpleasant sight earlier in the day - you and Levi both insisting that you would be the ones to sleep on the couch.

You’re both lying face up on the bed - your cheeks flushed, your chests heaving up and down, the only sound in the room being your shaky breaths. Your hands are still locked together, your brain fuzzy from the events of the night.

You and Levi amble up after a few minutes, both attempting to change into your pajamas and go to bed. You ogle Levi as he takes his shirt off, watching from the side of the mirror. He catches you, walking closer to you. He still reeks of beer, still shaking on his feet.

He leans over, pressing his forehead against yours as you hold onto his arms, grounding your fingers into his biceps. He’s still not wearing a shirt, his bare chest on display. You fight the urge to stare at him full on.

“You’re smart, Y/N.”

“You’re smart too, Levi.”

“Did you pay attention during my talk?”

“Y-yes. You code the information, like a puzzle, to figure out what people’s intentions are.”

“Hm. You be me. I’ll give you the information and you figure it out, okay?”

You nod, barely understanding what he was getting at as you lean into him. You can feel the buzz dying down, the tiredness setting into your bones.

“I’m not a mind reader like you, Levi.”

“You’ll get this one. You’re my smart girl.”

He reaches down, securing his hands around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Your hands and frame are pressed against his chest, his skin cold to the touch.

“You caught my eye on the first day, with your perfectly pressed hair and that stupid black skirt.”

You can feel your breath catch in your throat, the sound not leaving your throat.

“You take the cubicle two feet down from mine and I can’t help but watch you - reorganize your desk, get up to get water, scribble things on the whiteboard.”

You can feel his heartbeat get faster against your hear, his grip on your waist tightening. You’re suddenly too aware of what’s happening - Levi, PhD Levi, is shirtless, hugging you in a hotel room. The lights are dim, there’s only one bed, and he’s holding you.

“I don’t work with other people at the lab, but when you ask, I do. I leave the lab way past the required time, willingly spending more time in a room with that idiot Nile in it just because you’re in it too.”

“Levi.”

“I’m not done.”

“It drives me crazy, every time Nile talks to you, touches you, looks at you. I want to sock him in the face - because he’s not nearly good enough for you. Not that anyone could be, but for some idiot like that to think he stands a chance is next level infuriating.”

He releases his hands from your face, lifting his hands to cup your face. His touch his soft, his thumb caressing the burning skin on your cheeks as his eyes meet yours.

“I think about you all the time. When I wake up, when I go to sleep, when I eat my breakfast. When I’m not with you, I just want to be around you. And when I’m around you, I want to be with you.”

He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips are pillowy soft, his breath tickling the edges of your forehead.

“What does it mean? Figure out my intentions, smart girl.”

You can feel your entire body burning, your head still spinning - from the alcohol, Levi’s touch, his words ringing in your ears.

“You…like me.”

“That’s a fact. Not an intention.”

“You…want to kiss me?”

He smiles, leaning forward to press his lips to yours. The kiss is warm, the taste of the beer still hanging on his lips. You can feel his hands moving, carding through your hair as you reach up to press your hand against his shoulders. He kisses you for a long time - your body burning at the entire sensation. He breaks apart, still smiling against your lips.

“Smart girl.”

“Do you…remember my research, Levi? From the first day?”

“I’ve memorized every single thing you’ve ever said to me.”

You can feel your cheeks flushing, Levi’s hands returning to squish the sides of your face. You grab one of his hands, opening up his fingers and placing it flat against your chest. You move his hand around, until you’re sure he can feel your heart - which is pounding in your chest.

“Heart rate can give away a great deal. The biomarker can help you understand a lot of different emotions. Figure out which one I’m feeling, Levi.”

He leans forward, pressing soft kisses all over your face as he starts asking.

“Anxiety?” - a soft kiss, right on top of your head.

“No.”

“Stress?” - a light kiss, right on your closed eyelids.

“No, Levi.”

“Companionship.” - a sweet kiss, right on your lips.

“Yes. But that’s not the one I was looking for.”

You watch a smirk spread across his face as he leans down, spreading soft kisses all along your neck. He murmurs against your neck, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“Sexual attraction?”

“Levi. Quit being a tease.”

“Shut up, brat.”

“No. You missed one, Levi.”

“What was it?”

“Love. A heartbeat can give away a great deal - can even be used to indicate and understand romantic feelings.”

He press his hand against your chest again, your heart still hammering.

“It’s fast. What does that mean?”

“That I love you.”

You see a big smile spread across his face, reaching all the way up to his eyes. You see him now and you think it’s the best he’s ever looked - messy black hair, pink cheeks, squinted eyes. He reaches down, opening your fingers and placing them against his bare chest. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest.

“Fast.”

“Yeah. Means I love you too, smart girl.”

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taki-yaki · 3 months

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A Dhampir's Dietary Needs

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader/Tav/Durge

Word Count:1588

Your recent studies on vampires led you to research their offspring, dhampirs. One of these books shows how the diet of a dhampir is never as simple as it seems. (Tw: Mainly domestic fluff, Dhampirs and their diets, light mentions of flesh, blood and cerebral spinal fluid but never in graphic detail)

As Promised here is a lighter fluff fic to balance out The Chains That Bind Us

In the lone, abandoned, fortress, deep in the Underdark in a small house, Tav lay on her shared bed, deep into her research on vampire species in hopes of a better understanding or cure. The abandoned fortress grows, day by day as more and more spawn find the haven in hopes of regaining a semblance of normal life.

Her recent studies have led her to read about the various subspecies of vampires, dhampirs, half-vampire half-mortal creatures, who live life like a vampire but with none of the restrictions of one. Allowed to walk through the sun without being turned to ash.

However, dhampirs were not free from the curse their undead parent had bestowed on them, although they could resist the hunger pains via consuming food, each dhampir seemed to have unique tastes for certain life sources.

A sudden shift of weight onto the bed interrupted her train of thought, “Hosting book club tonight without me darling, how rude” your pale lover teased, taking off his armour to lie down next to you.

Astarion had finished his rounds on the fortress with the other vampire spawn, looking as if he was ready to collapse at any moment.

“Did Petras cause trouble for you again star?”,

You knew that some of the new spawn would have caused one or two issues during their first few days in the colony but Petras seemed to be a beacon for it but still managed to stay in the group either through luck or pity, much to Astarion's annoyance.

“No.. not today, just that it's quiet….for once,” He says with a heavy sigh. Quickly he cuddles up next to you on the shared bed, now wearing his class white shirt.

“I see you still have your head stuck in those dusty notes, any new skills that I can show off darling?” he spoke with a grin, the thought of him discovering another vampiric ability that he never knew before fills him with glee.

Reminding you of when awoke to him hanging upside down from the ceiling a few days after the defeat of the netherbrain, scaring the hells out of you.

Turning your attention back to the book, he wasn’t wrong about it being dusty though as you found it after the defeat of Cazador in his manor, was a collection of books about vampires written by the mysterious Lady Incognita had been a great assistance with the advancements into the colony, through the knowledge of vampiric biology to diseases. However, this book differed from the others, written by a scholar in Ravenloft centuries ago who did personal interviews with dhampirs.

Facing the elf, you spoke, “We can read it together if you’d like?”.

He lets out a soft hmph he knows how he can get lost in your voice all day, entranced by you like a siren, although with less of the murder part.

“By all means my love, go ahead, Gods knows how many I’ve read to you, it’s only fair that you spoil me this time.” He responded with a fanged grin.

Quickly trying to recompose yourself, clearing your throat, you start reading the chapter.

' Throughout my research on dhampirs, I have discovered that each of the participants has special dietary needs, while most dhampirs have the pangs of hunger to consume blood, as shown by their lineage from vampires or spawn, there are a small few who seem to break this norm, by having acquired different tastes. '

' One of the participants was shown to have the urge to consume flesh or raw meat, usually, they would consume the meat of animals over humanoid flesh. '

“Urgh, you’re reminding me of awful gnolls we had to fight” he muttered with a look of disgust on his face as he spoke. “I mean blood is much better to deal with, and besides it’s less of a mess on the clothing….and the smell isn’t as bad either…” He mutters to himself quietly.

' One interesting dhampir I studied, talked about how they were attacked by a rare vampiric illithid but were lucky enough to survive the attack. In most cases, dhampirs have a hunger towards blood, but this participant has their diet curated towards the cerebral spinal fluid in the body, preferring to drink from animals and thieves. ’

“I think we’ve had our fair share of bathing in illithid slime throughout our adventure with the mind flayers, and curating to the diet of one is just….. urk ” Holding back a lump in his throat, the thought of someone willing to consume such things is too much.

“Hmm, a vampiric illithid though,” you ponder, “I haven’t heard of that before” With a pause, you turn to him “Do you think the tadpole would have made you one?”

“Please don’t finish that thought darling, I don’t want to recall the illithid parts of our adventures.”

With a quick sleight of hand, he takes the book from you, skipping a few pages ahead in the entry. Before swiftly handing it back to you. “There, this should be an interesting read and less of the tentacle diet”.

'While most dhampirs prefer to feast upon physical sources from living creatures, there is a small group who target that of the mental energy in creatures.'

' Some dhampirs aren't always made by a vampiric transformation being interrupted or by being an offspring of one. One was infected by a mind flayer tadpole and their body rejected the parasite, which as a result halted the ceremorphosis process, but caused a mutation in them of wanting to feast on people's psychic energy .'

“I’m sure just being around Petras does that anyway” he grumbled.

You respond to his remark with a simple “mm-hmm”, knowing how much the simple-minded questions he asks seem to have the ability to drain your mental energy for the rest of the day. Living up to Astarion’s claim when you first met him in Farygo’s flop house a few months ago on your adventures.

' Other forms of mental energy that they consume are dreams. Through other living creatures who can dream via sleep or trance. Despite the other forms of hunger seeming to be harmful to others, or hard to obtain, this form of hunger has no negative side effects for those who fall victim and is a good cure against night terrors but will leave the victim slightly forgetful the next day '

You wait for his next witty jab to come along after you finish reading out the last line, only to be greeted with a bout of nothing but his knotted brow, lost in his thoughts before his mouth began to open once again, slowly this time.

“Good against night terrors….”

It leaves his lips like a stray afterthought.

Even after creating a better life together for both of you in the Underdark, escaping from the horrors of your previous lives to create something new. The one unavoidable thing is the memories that it leaves. Especially the effect on beings who go into a trance forced to relive the situation.

Ever so slowly you reach out to touch his hand that lay flat, resting on the soft covers.

His skin is cold to the touch, you softly squeeze it to reassure him of your presence, his safety,

pulling him out of his musing.

His head snapped back to glaze into your eyes, and a soft smile greets you.

“I’m sorry, my sweet, I was just lost in my thoughts then”

“I-I can stop reading for now if you want me to-” Your voice was abruptly cut off.

His cold fingers touch your lips before he opens his mouth to speak once again.

“It’s fine love, carry on, this is what I want , to hear your voice.” His hand moves to cup your cheek, kissing your forehead lightly with a soft peck.

Reminding you that creating these moments of comfort is the best counterweight to the years of misery thrust upon you both.

“So” Astarion declared “Are you going to continue spoiling me with tonight's reading session?”

“Huh-? oh um yes” snapping your face back to the book, heat still clinging to your face.

Reaching the last section of the chapter you speak aloud clearing a lump in your throat.

'The last form of hunger I was unable to a living dhampir but ancient texts describe those who drain the life energy from living creatures, similar to the spells of necromancy magic, they sustain their hunger by sucking the life essence from others.'

Reading that last sentence sends a shiver down your spine, the thought of someone constantly feeding off a part of you that can’t be replaced naturally, slowly draining you day after day.

“Hmm, you know, we could just get Gale to sort that out when we cross that line”

“Besides, he ate most of our magic items back when we were adventuring, he’d know a thing or two about that.”

Giving him a light jab in the side, he shifts off the bed stretching his limbs to stand up.

“This was a nice lecture love, but I must be off now, I’ll start preparing dinner for you”.

Watching him descend the stairs, silently hoping that he won’t burn your food to ash this time.

Ensuring you were out of earshot, muttering to himself, “a dhampir….Hmm, I wonder what ours would be like.” Would they still crave blood, but enjoy the appetite of the living? Or would they crave something else entirely?

A light laugh leaves him, seems that’s a story for another day.

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This was a very sickly sweet piece I enjoyed writing, even if I had a bit of trouble with the fluff scenes to the point where I thought it might be too sweet for me.

I might write more domestic/dhampir stuff if you guys are interested.

#astarion x tav #astarion x durge #astarion x dark urge #astarion x reader #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion fanfic #writing #I have so much more to say as well about dhampirs #but I'll make it a separate fic in the future

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pablitosgf · 9 months

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𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 ! — PG30

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! — pablo gavi x fem!reader

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ! — you and gavi are on a vacation in jordan. later you both were interrupted by a couple who wanted photos. pablo quickly took them and before continuing on you two's adventure people kept asking him to take their photos.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! — maybe some grammar mistakes and thats it.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! — first post thats not a smau?? crazy!!! lmk if u like it bc i lowkey hate this sm. also, feel free to give any criticism but please be nice i am a sensitive person! also send requests!

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ! — writing + social media

You and your long-term boyfriend, Pablo, were currently on vacation in Jordan. As you and Pablo passed by, there were many tourists on the hike, just like you two. A sudden tap on the shoulder made Pablo turn around, and soon you. A couple had kindly asked if your boyfriend could take photos of them, which he agreed to do. Pablo kept instructing the couple to be in a certain pose, straighten their backs, or put their hands somewhere, almost like Pablo was a professional photographer, which probably could be due to him acting like one.

"My girlfriend taught me how to do this," he chuckled, making the couple erupt in a light laugh. But it was true; you made him take many photos for your Instagram. Whether it was for fun or for a simple ad, it was always him unless it was a very professional advertisement.

Even though the couple only wanted one picture, Pablo managed to take a couple hundred or more. The couple said a quick thank you before scurrying off, and soon after that, many other people happened to ask Pablo to assist them with pictures. It was about 45 minutes later, and Pablo was on his 5th client. You were so bored that you just scrolled on your phone, occasionally looking at what he was doing from time to time. After that, he looked tired from crouching and laying down to take good pictures.

"I'm so tired now, I don't even want to walk," he said, slowly dragging his feet against the sand. You pulled his arm, which forced him to walk faster.

"I told you I'm tired!" Pablo whined, trying to keep up with your rapid pace. He was about to say something else, but you gave him a look that made him shut up.

"Well, that's too bad!" you said, walking faster so he could suffer.

At the end of the day, you both plopped down on the hotel bed, your sore legs not so sore anymore. A relaxed exhale escaped, and you looked at Pablo who also appeared relaxed. You initiated a cuddle which ended up with you two sleeping wrapped in each other's arms for the whole night.

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 !

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐢, 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟑𝟒,𝟗𝟐𝟎 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 petra 🫶🏼

𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟏𝟕𝟓 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐢 i dont forgive u

↳ okay??? 🙄

𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢 slay mamas! (ur whole instagram gives me the ick!)

↳ thank you! (you're so trash at football!)

𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢 @𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 bitch u better keep one eye open when ur asleep 🤬

↳ and wtf will you do? exactly. 🖕🏼

#pablo gavi blurb #pablitosgf #football imagine #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo x reader #fc barcelona #fc barça #football #football instagram au

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Rush

Chapter 5: Over

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: cunnilingus, spitting, praise kink, daddy kink, vaginal sex (cowgirl)

Summary: After your one night with Eren, you’re convinced that whatever the two of you have is over. But it seems like neither of you can avoid each other for much longer.

Notes: Chapter title inspired by “Over” by Lucky Daye.

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“Can you help me roll up my sleeves? It’s getting into the cookie dough.”

Mikasa smiles as she assists you, folding your sleeves over until they’re up to your elbows. She sticks her finger in the batter and tastes it, nodding her head in approval.

“Hey! Don’t stick your finger in there. People are going to be eating this.”

“It’s getting baked anyways, it’ll be fine,” she justifies, with a wave of her hand. She goes back to her spot, transferring freshly baked snickerdoodles from a baking pan onto a wire rack to cool.

It’s Friday before dinner. The two of you are in the kitchen of your RA’s room, baking dozens of cookies for tomorrow’s event. Sigma Nu Kappa hosts a bake sale every fall semester to raise money for their charity: the Stohess Children’s Hospital. One $25 ticket gives access to all-you-can-eat desserts, made fresh by the sisters of SNK, as well as some professionally baked goods from a few generous donors.

With the help of Alpha Tau, your sorority is expected to raise even more money this year. The brothers have been helping immensely with ticket sales. Jean and Marco sold tickets to their entire soccer team and the coaching staff. Levi, who works at the university gym, is planning to bring all his coworkers. Erwin easily convinced all the professors at the business school to attend. In addition, many of the brothers have volunteered to help with baking and setup during the event.

There are, however, a few brothers noticeably absent. Unfortunately, that includes Eren.

It’s been two weeks since that night. Two weeks since you last saw him when he fucked the virginity out of you. Naturally, you’ve managed to avoid him, since the two of you are in completely different majors. And maybe, just maybe, you were actively declining Armin’s invitations to go to the Alpha Tau house for dinner. Lucky for you, Mikasa was also avoiding the house for her own reasons.

Turns out, on the same night you and Eren had sex, Mikasa invited a certain Alpha Tau brother by the name of Jean Kirstein to have a little sleepover in your shared room. So, your absence wasn’t noticed, allowing you to keep the dirty deed between you and Eren a secret.

After sneaking out of Eren’s room that morning, you finally checked your phone, expecting dozens of worried texts from your roommate. Instead, you were met with three surprising messages:

Mikasa: Need the room tonight, so sorry

Mikasa: Petra said you can stay with her at the house

Mikasa: I owe you

When you confronted her about it later that day, she acted nonchalant, even claiming it was just a drunken hookup. You know the drunk part of it isn’t true, considering how Mikasa would never let herself lose her inhibitions while under the influence.

And now you know it wasn’t just a hookup, as she stares at her phone, smiling at a conversation her and Jean are having through text. With their new relationship still fresh, Mikasa has been staying away from the frat house until Jean properly informs his brothers about them.

You’re happy for your friend, seeing her all giddy and smiley like this. And because of Jean, of all people, who’s been smitten since he laid eyes on her. Good for them, you think, trying not to be disappointed at your own shitty situation with Eren.

With the ingredients for your chocolate chip cookies all mixed into a delicious batter, you start scooping them into rounds onto a baking sheet. Mikasa is already finished with her last batch of snickerdoodles, waiting for them to cool so she can start packing. She leans against the countertop, giggling at a private joke shared between her and her new beau. You can’t help but feel jealous.

Your RA, Yelena, comes into the kitchen and takes a big whiff. “It smells amazing in here,” she compliments, reaching for one of the snickerdoodles. Her hand gets swatted away by Mikasa, who’s suddenly aware again. “This is for tomorrow,” she says.

“But I’m letting you use my kitchen! Can’t I at least get a taste?”

“You can eat the misshapen ones over there by the fridge,” Mikasa directs, pointing to a small stack of irregular cookies. Yelena lets out a satisfied, “Yes!” as she makes her way to the treats. She asks you, “I already paid you for the ticket, right?”

“Yeah, you Venmo’d me a few days ago,” you remind her.

“Were you able to sell all your tickets?”

“Yeah. We only had to sell five tickets each, since we have the Alpha Tau’s helping us. I sold the rest of mine to some Eta Iota’s.”

“And I sold mine to Jean, Armin and some Delta Mu’s,” Mikasa chimes in, putting her phone away in her pocket.

“Eren didn’t buy one?” you ask.

She rolls her eyes. “He said he doesn’t like sweets, so he’s not coming.”

The more you find out about the mysterious Eren Jaeger, the less surprised you are about how little you have in common. This makes it easier to move on from him. So you think.

Mikasa adds, “Also, he said he’s going to the beach during the day and that he’ll be too tired to drag his ass to our event.”

You can’t help but wonder who he’s going to the beach with. Probably Reiner and some girls. Great. He’s already moved on and you’re still stuck on him. Maybe it’s time you move on too.

Mike’s flirtation with you that one night still pops in your head from time to time. You lied about having a boyfriend, thinking it was easier than being truthful. How do you even explain your secret desire to lose your virginity to mysterious bad boy Eren Jaeger?

But with the deed done and Eren moving on, it’s time you do the same. Mike is always nice, respectful, and fun. Almost a complete opposite of cold, distant, and serious Eren. Tonight, you’ll flirt with the senior and tell him that you broke up with your boyfriend. Hopefully he still finds you cute, and if not, you’ll find another Alpha Tau brother to hook up with. And with some sexual experience gained from your one-night stand, you can flirt with more confidence than ever before. It’ll be good. You can set yourself on the right track now, forgetting about your slight detour with Eren. Forgetting him completely to focus on finding a nice guy who will treat you right.

Once all your batches of cookies are baked, you and Mikasa pack up and deliver them to the Sigma Nu Kappa house before heading to dinner at the dining hall. You run into Annie and Hitch outside the house, inviting them to tag along.

As you all eat your meal together, chatting away about sorority life and trivial gossip, Hitch mentions, “I might be a little late to the bake sale tomorrow. Please, please, please save me some of your best desserts!”

“It’s first come, first serve, loser,” Annie comments. “Not our fault you’re going to the beach with Asshole 1 and Asshole 2.”

“Where are you going?”

Hitch answers, “Sandra is dragging me to the beach with some of the Alpha Tau’s.” She gives Annie and Mikasa a guilty look before continuing, “I’m going with Reiner, Bertolt, and Eren.”

Annie rolls her eyes. Mikasa stares down at her salad. You try to maintain a neutral expression.

“Yup. Hitch here is going to the beach with the only Alpha Tau brothers who didn’t help us with our event.”

“I had no idea they didn’t contribute!”

“You have nothing to feel guilty about. Annie is just giving you a hard time,” you console her.

“Of course I’m giving her a hard time. Reiner is a fucking asshole. And Eren is a fuck boy.”

“Hey!” Mikasa snaps, glaring at her.

Annie scoffs. “Seriously, Mikasa? Still defending your precious childhood friend? Admit it. He’s a dick.”

“Stop it, Annie,” you try to mediate.

“What? He was an asshole to you. He didn’t even apologize.”

“It doesn’t matter, it wasn’t a big deal. Also, you started it,” you tease.

“I knew you were going to throw that it my face,” she says, flicking a crouton at you.

Mikasa continues to look down at her food, not offering anything to the conversation about her best friend. Deciding it was best for the whole group to move on from this discussion, you change the subject to something else and Eren isn’t mentioned again the rest of the dinner.

That night, both you and Mikasa already in bed, you hear her shift around to call out your name. You turn to face her, surprised that she’s still awake.

“Do you think Annie was being serious when she said Eren is a fuck boy?”

Shit. How do you respond to that? Knowing fully well that he’s fucked you? You hate lying to Mikasa, but you hate it more thinking about how she’d react if you told her the truth.

“I don’t know. I don’t know really know him.” This is actually true. You have no idea what Eren does or even who Eren does, aside from you. Everything about him is a mystery, which might be the reason you’re so drawn into him. But it’s also the reason you’re weary of him.

“But have you heard anything? Like from Hitch or anyone else from the other sororities?” She sounds concerned.

“I haven’t heard anything, no. But so what if he is? It’s college, we should be experimenting, as long as we’re safe. Right?” You feel like you’re saying this more for yourself than for him.

“I get that. I’m not worried about that part of it. But for some reason, I’ve been getting this bad feeling. He seems so cold and distant these days. It’s not like him. I just don’t want him to hurt anyone.”

“Hurt?”

“I know he won’t physically hurt someone. But I don’t know. He can get intense sometimes. He’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants, and sometimes he doesn’t think about how his actions can hurt people. He can be a little selfish.”

Why is she telling you this? This feels too personal, too real. Too relevant for your current situation. It’s like she’s talking directly to your soul. Warning you.

“I’m just thinking out loud. I know you don’t know really know him. Sometimes I wish you could have met him before all of this. You would see how great of a person he can be.” She turns to lay on her back, gazing up at the ceiling.

You give her a sympathetic look, even though she can’t see you in the dark. There isn’t anything you can say to make her feel better. It sounds like she just wants someone to listen.

She mourns her friend as if he’s completely disappeared and become a new person. A bad person. Someone who hurts people. Sure, he’s said some unpleasant things to you the night you first met. But has he ever hurtyou? There aren’t enough feelings involved to get hurt. You both went into this knowing it was just sex. Nothing more.

But there’s always that tiny, miniscule part of your brain that nags you. Reminds you how fucking good he makes you feel. No matter how many times you tell yourself it’s just sex, you can’t help wishing it was something more.

After a few silent minutes pass, you hear her snore lightly, drifting off to sleep. Leaving you wide awake with new thoughts running through your head.

How can someone who makes you feel so good hurt you?

~~~

Saturday morning, Eren is smushed in the backseat of a Honda Civic with Hitch and Sandra. Reiner rides shotgun while Bertolt drives them an hour away to the beach.

It was Reiner’s idea to have a beach day with the two Eta Iota’s. He used this as an excuse to get out of helping Sigma Nu Kappa with their charity event. A pretty shitty thing for him to do, but unsurprising, nonetheless.

And Eren is no different, agreeing to go with them.

Halfway to their destination, Hitch starts talking about the bake sale. “Annie baked banana bread for today’s event. It smells so good. Can’t wait to try it later. I’m sure you would like it, Bertolt.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snaps, eyes still focused forward, fingers clenching the steering wheel a little tighter.

“I’m just saying. I think you’d like Annie’s dessert.”

Reiner rolls his eyes. “Give it a rest, Hitch. He’s over her. It was just a childhood crush. Besides, Bertolt can do so much better than a Sigma Nu Kappa.”

“Hey! They’re nice girls,” Hitch argues.

“Yeah, they are. I don’t know why you hate them so much,” Sandra chimes in.

“Girls like that don’t belong in a sorority. They’re losers. It’s pathetic how cool they think they are just because they’re friends with a couple of Alpha Tau’s now. If that whole shitstorm didn’t happen to us last semester, nobody would even be paying attention to them.”

Sandra and Hitch glare at the back of Reiner’s head, but don’t respond to his rant. Instead, Hitch turns to Eren and asks, “You like the SNKs, right Eren? Mikasa told me you two have known each other since you were kids.”

Eren strategically ignores her first question and questions, “How do you know Mikasa?”

“I met most of the girls during recruitment, but Mikasa and I started seeing each other in the same kickboxing class at the gym. I also hang out with her roommate.” She states her name, then continues. “We all eat dinner together sometimes.”

Eren’s chest tightens at the mention of her. He’s not sure why. He cracks open the window to get a whiff of fresh air, wondering where she is right now and what she’s doing. She’s probably baking something for their event later today. There’s a pang of guilt in his stomach, realizing he never bought a ticket and will miss it. Miss her. He wouldn’t have minded seeing her tonight and getting a taste of her dessert.

He's reminded of their time together two weeks ago. The morning after, she snuck out of his room without a word. Not even a note. He wanted to make sure she was okay. That she didn’t have any regrets choosing him to lose her virginity too. But he pretended to still be asleep when he heard her get up.

Since then, he’s spent all of the last two weeks trying not to think about her. He did what he wanted to do. Got it out of his system. But for some reason, she still occupies his mind.

He keeps telling himself that he’ll eventually find someone else to hook up with and forget all about her. But every time he’s with other women, whether it’s the Eta Iota’s or the Delta Mu’s, his mind always goes back to her. And whenever he sees her, he loses it. He wants nothing more than to feel her all over him, be all over her. Make her feel good. Make himself feel good.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. He’s not supposed to catch feelings for the first girl he has sex with in college. After the most boring freshman year, Eren was determined to turn his life around. All summer, he worked out, telling himself it was for health reasons when really, he just wanted to look better to attract women. It was all planned out: He’d join a frat to follow his older brother’s lifestyle: Party, drink, fuck, repeat. He’d be free to do whatever he wants, whoever he wants, whenever he wants.

Then he met her.

And now, she’s ruining everything.

How can he live out this fuck boy dream of his when his mind is always stuck on her? It’s an unexpected snag in his plans and he doesn’t like it. He needs to do something about it. Skipping the bake sale is a start. The main goal is to avoid her at all costs.

But is that really a good idea? She’s the only girl he knows that’s so eager to please him. Why should he let someone like that go? There’s no doubt that their sexual chemistry is unmatched. What’s wrong with keeping her around until he finds someone else?

They spend the next few hours at the beach, enjoying the sun and sand. Eren pretends he’s having fun, when in reality, he’s thinking of all the ways to avoid her and to have her all at once. He’s torn; both sides of his brain playing tug-of-war with each other, neither side any closer to winning.

How can he have her and not have her all at the same time?

~~~

The bake sale is a massive success. Numbers are double than all previous years, all credit going to Sigma Nu Kappa’s partnership with Alpha Tau. Besides the ticket sales, the brothers help by offering the kitchen at their fraternity house for some of the sisters to bake. Mike even offers his party house, which a few took advantage of. During the event, the Alpha Tau’s also help distribute the sweets to the attendees, including Hitch, who arrives late, but is excited to try out as many desserts as possible. You try your best not to pester about her about the beach date with Eren. She doesn’t give you much, only reiterating Annie’s sentiments of Reiner from last night’s dinner. “Yeah, Reiner is an asshole.”

During cleanup, Mike makes an announcement that he’s hosting a party at his place to celebrate the end of the event. You make it your mission tonight to flirt with him, maybe even kiss. Anything to take your mind off of Eren.

You and Mikasa head back to your room to shower and get ready. She leaves early to meet Jean before the party. For the first time, you’re heading out alone.

Even with Mike’s party being the only plans you have, you still shove the small bag of cookies into your purse. Just in case. If anything, you can give it to someone else and pretend you aren’t thinking about Eren. You know you’re not going to see him. He’s probably going to another Eta Iota party to fuck some other girl. But there’s still that pathetic, hopeless part of you that wishes you would see him.

As you walk across campus, taking the usual route to Mike’s house, you pass by Eren’s dormitory. The memory of him literally dragging you here in a hurry pops up in your head. Every little thing reminds you of him. You have to stop.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice him approaching until he’s right in front of you.

~~~

“Hey,” Eren greets. He’s in his black sweats and a grey t-shirt, sweat marks down his chest from the workout he just completed at the gym. He wasn’t expecting to see her tonight. There’s that weird tightness in his chest again. “What are you doing here?”

She looks flustered, explaining, “I was just passing by. I’m heading to Mike’s right now.”

Mike. Fuck that guy. “Were you waiting for me or something?”

This startles her. “What? No. I just…I got distracted. I didn’t even know you were here. I thought maybe you’d be at another party or something.”

“Nah. Just got back from the gym. Probably just gonna stay in tonight.” He sits at a nearby bench, waving her over to follow.

She does, sitting a safe distance apart. “We raised a decent amount of money today. In case you were wondering.”

“That’s good. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.” Shit. Why is he apologizing? He should head up to his room and stop this. Let her go to fucking Mike’s party and leave him alone.

From her purse, she pulls out a small plastic bag of cookies, offering it to him. “Mikasa said you don’t like sweets. But I saved you some just in case you want to try.”

It’s true; he’s not a big fan of desserts. But to be offered it is still nice. Especially from her. He almost feels touched that she thought of him enough to save this for him. “Were you hoping to see me today?”

“It crossed my mind, yeah.” She gazes down, embarrassed, setting the bag of treats on her lap. It’s silent for a few moments. He studies her, unsure what’s going on in that cute head of hers. His resolve is wavering. He needs to go upstairs now.

“Hitch told me you all went to the beach today. Sounds like fun,” she says, smiling. Fuck, she’s cute. That smile is so fucking cute.

“It was okay.”

He pauses, debating with himself. If he says it, it’s over.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Her eyes widen, shocked by his statement. “Huh?” she blurts out.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he repeats, with more confidence.

“Why were you thinking about me?”

“I don’t know. You’re on my mind a lot these days.” He decides to just let all his intrusive thoughts flow out, not wanting to lie or pretend anymore. More than anything, he wants to be with her again. Have her under him. Have her in his room upstairs right now.

“I thought you didn’t find me interesting enough.” There’s a coy grin on her face.

“I’ve changed my mind. I think you’re very interesting.” He scoots towards her, his pinky grazing her hand as he leans in closer, lips tickling the shell of her ear. “I want a taste of your cookie.”

He presses soft kisses along her neck, his hand sliding across her thigh. “I’m really craving it right now,” he purrs, his fingertips dangerously close to her clothed pussy.

“Eren,” she breathes out, turning her head to him to kiss him on the lips. He fucking loves it when she says his name all breathy like this. He smirks, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. He’s too far gone to pull back, so he doesn’t. He’s going for it. Fuck it. If this is a sinking ship, he’ll happily go down with it.

“Skip the party. Come over to my room. We’ll have our own fun, just the two of us,” he tells her. Voice low, enticing, dripping with lust. He’s doing everything he can to convince her. And it’s working.

She kisses him back, mouth open and eager, so fucking eager. He grabs her by the wrist and leads her upstairs into the room, déjà vu from the last time they were together. Once inside, they stumble towards to the bed, where she immediately sits herself down at the edge, waiting obediently for his next command.

“I’m all sweaty. Can you wait for me while I take a quick shower? I promise I’ll be fast.” He strips his shirt off, sweat glistening on his chest and abdomen. She nods lazily at his question, distracted by his bare body. “You’re staring,” he teases her.

She swallows loud before responding, “I can’t help it. You’re so sexy right now.”

Fuck. He can’t help but let any praise that comes out of her mouth go straight to his head, and his dick. He walks to her, hands at her sides, leaning in close. She looks so vulnerable as he looms over her, his gaze almost threatening. The smell of his sweat and musk is heavy in the small space between them.

In a hushed voice, he asks, “Can you do me a favor while I’m gone?”

She nods dumbly again, hypnotized by whatever sexual energy he’s emanating.

He bows his head, lips skimming her ear gently, whispering, “Touch yourself. Make yourself come. I don’t care how you do it. I just need you to be so fucking wet that I can drown in that pretty pussy as soon as I come back. You understand?”

“Fuck,” she moans, sounding so desperate and needy for him. It’s torture for her as much as it is for him, but he knows it’ll be worth it.

“Don’t skimp out on me, okay? You better be fucking soaked when I come back. I’ll punish you if you’re not,” he warns her. He kisses her cheek before pulling away to toss a towel over his shoulder and walk out the door, leaving her alone in the room.

~~~

You’re already aching for his return. Not wasting another second, you lay back and remove your pants, keeping your underwear on. Sure enough, you’re already wet, a damp spot forming on your panties from your slick. With Eren’s naughty favor being your focus, you spread out your thighs, fingers reaching down to rub small circles on your clit. You feel torn between fulfilling his request or seeing what punishment he has in store for you if you don’t. Either way, thinking of him makes you horny as you continue to pleasure yourself on his bedsheets, waiting for him to come back.

After a few agonizing minutes, you hear the handle turn slowly. He walks in, wet hair wrapped in a messy bun, towel tied to his waist, and small droplets of water shimmering on his skin. You don’t stop; your middle finger slides up and down your folds, gathering slick from your entrance to spread around your puffy clit. He bites his lower lip while he observes you, removing the towel from his body to reveal his already erect cock.

“I knew you could do it,” he praises, stepping towards the edge of the bed. “Keep playing with it. Let me watch.” He pulls your panties to the side to expose your dripping cunt.

You touch yourself faster, flustered by the wet sounds coming from your arousal. It only seems to rile him up, his eyes hyper focused on your slippery fingers caressing your bud, huffing out demands at you. “Faster. Play with it faster, baby.” You feel his hot breath on your skin, teasing you, turning you on. After a few minutes, he stops you.

“It’s my turn now.”

He kneels onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs, staring at your clothed pussy. “Look how drenched your panties are. Didn’t even bother taking them off.” Hooking his thumbs under the sides, he slides them off your legs. Instead of tossing them to the floor, like you expect, he wraps it around his hard cock and strokes himself with it. You sit up on your elbows to get a better view.

“I like having your cute panties on my dick like this. Makes me so fucking horny,” he moans, jerking himself rapidly. “But you know what makes me really fucking horny?”

“What?” you ask, voice breathless and pussy throbbing as you anticipate his answer.

“Eating you out. Tasting your cum on my tongue.”

You moan, collapsing back onto the bed, his face pressed to your pussy, planting small kisses onto your clit. It sends electricity all the way down to your toes. His kisses deepen, mouth open and lapping away at your bud hastily. You feel his tongue swirl around you in the most delightful way, causing you to grind your hips against his face.

“That’s it, baby. You did such a good job, holy fuck. You hear how wet you are? So fucking wet for me.” He slobbers all over you, the squelching noises obscene and nasty from the way he moves against your clit. “Such a good fucking girl. Such a good fucking girl,” he chants, licking up and down, side to side. You hear him spit on you, using his tongue to spread his saliva all over your cunt, repeating it two more times. It’s so fucking nasty, so fucking good.

“Eren, fuck. I love it. I love it. Please don’t stop,” you beg, fully enraptured by him. For a split second, you’re worried about throwing that word around haphazardly, but you say it anyway.

“I love eating you out. Always taste so fucking good, fuck,” he murmurs, eyes closed as he indulges in your wetness. His face is buried between your legs, sucking and slurping every drop. You’re a moaning mess for him, the pleasure so surreal you almost forget where you are. The walls are thin; the neighbors must be hearing this. You reach for the pillow beside you to cover your mouth, only to have it snatched away from you in an instant.

“Don’t fucking do that. I want to see your pretty face as I lick your pussy clean.”

Something within you snaps. You feel a rush of euphoria ripple through your body as you orgasm on his tongue. You hear him moan into you, purring, “Yes, yes. Come all over my face, baby. Give it to me. Fuck.”

You blackout for a few seconds, overstimulated and spent from the ecstasy. You’re brought back from your daze as soon as he’s beside you. That cocky smirk on his lips, glossy with your cum. He brushes the hair out of your face to cup your cheek, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb. Nothing is said between you two as you gaze at each other, eyes soft with passion, skin hot and prickly with desire. When your lips meet, the kisses are gentle and sweet, making you flutter below your belly.

Before you know it, your body takes over and you’re on top of him, straddling his hips, his hard cock pinned beneath your pussy and is abdomen. You finally remove your blouse and unhook your bra, baring your breasts to him. He looks up at you, eyes wide with arousal as he slides his hands to your hips. “You gonna ride me till I come, baby? Gonna let me fill your cunt up with my load?”

This is the nastiest he’s ever been with you. It makes you dumb, reckless, and thoughtless. “I want it, baby. I want to feel you come inside me,” you whine, moving your plush folds along his shaft.

“Then do it. It’s okay. I’m clean. I haven’t touched anyone else. Only you,” he says, caressing your hips as you grind against him.

Processing what he said, you reveal to him, “I’m on birth control.”

At those words, his soft expression turns naughty. “Good girl.”

Even if you weren’t on birth control, you’re certain you would still let him hit it raw. Which is irresponsible, you know that. But right now, you’re so fucked up and brainless for him that you don’t care.

You lift yourself off him to position his tip at your entrance, guiding it in gently as you sink onto his shaft. It’s tight, but it slides in smoothly, pussy sleek from your climax. He sucks in a breath as you take all of him in.

Taking a few seconds to adjust to his length, you lean over him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. You start to rock your hips back and forth, riding him, making his cock disappear inside your pussy with each thrust. The grip on your hips tightens as he growls, “Fuck, baby. Just like that. Do it just like that. Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

The praise encourages you to pick up your pace, ass bouncing and tits jiggling like a fucking pornstar. He’s letting you be in control this time.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock. Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Use me like your fucking sex toy. Use this fucking cock,” he spits out, praise getting filthier, your pace getting faster.

Maybe you’re not in control. Every fucking one of his demands you do without a second thought. You’re doing everything he wants. He’s got you eating out of the palm of his hand.

You continue to bounce on his cock relentlessly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. The both of you moan into each other’s mouths, exchanging sloppy kisses, unconcerned about being heard by others. All that matters right now is that you both reach your high together.

He pulls away from your lips to breathe out, “Suck on my fingers, baby. Get them nice and wet for me.”

Without question, you keep your mouth open for him as he slides his fingers down your throat. Like an obedient slut, you suck on him, dragging your tongue and lips all over his hand. He whispers praises at you. “That’s a good girl. You always do such a good job for me.”

Satisfied, he slips his fingers out and reaches down to play with your clit. The unexpected contact causes you to cry out, “Fuck!”

He chuckles, rubbing against you as you ride his cock harder and faster. “Such a nasty slut, getting my fingers all wet so I can play with your clit.” With his free hand, he slaps your ass, the loud smack echoing off the walls.

“You like being a slut for me, don’t you?” Another smack. “Say you’re my slut.”

“I’m your –“ a breath catches in your throat. “I’m your slut.”

“Say your daddy’s little slut.” Smack. You feel drunk, intoxicated by the way his cock pounds into you as he spanks you and stimulates your clit. Truly treating you like a slut. And you love it. You can’t get enough of it.

“I’m daddy’s little slut. I’m daddy’s little slut,” you whine, another orgasm quickly approaching. Mind empty and careless as you spew out whatever thoughts come to you. “I’m yours, Eren. I’m yours.” It slips out carelessly, but it doesn’t matter.

“Yes. Yes. You’re mine. You’re all mine. Fuck,” he moans, pumping into you faster, fingers ruthless against your swollen bud. “Come for me, baby. You can do it. Come for me.”

You let go, coating his cock with your cum as you ride out your orgasm with him inside you. Ecstasy overwhelms you, feeling both satisfied and drained, your body relaxing above him.

The two of you start kissing again. He thrusts into you slowly, whispering, “I’m going to come inside you, okay? Is that okay, sweetie?”

Sweetie. You’ve never heard him be affectionate before. It’s unusual. It throws you off. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy all over your spent body. Nodding your head against him, you kiss him softly until he comes inside you after a few more deep thrusts. You feel his cock twitch, hot cum coating your insides. And if you weren’t already depleted from your most recent climax, you’re sure this would get you off again, feeling his load spill out of your fluttering pussy.

When he’s done, he slides out, lifting your hips up gingerly to move you to his side. His cum trickles out of you and onto his sheets. It’s dirty and erotic. The aftermath from a night of passion between you and him.

This is the closest to cuddling the two of you have done, both exhausted and blissful in each other’s arms. He clears his throat before asking, “Was that good for you?”

“Yeah, it was.” You look down at the mess you made and giggle. “Obviously.”

He kisses your forehead. Another affectionate gesture that sends your synapses firing. “You’re not going to sneak out again, are you?”

“Huh?”

“You left last time without saying goodbye.”

He’s full of surprises today. You didn’t think he noticed nor cared that you snuck out that morning. “Oh. I…I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me in the morning. I thought it would be better to just leave.”

“You’re right. I wasn’t sure what I wanted at the time.” His hand massages small circles on your back. It’s relaxing. Comfortable.

“How about now? Do you know what you want now?”

“Yeah.” He pauses for a bit before saying, “I want you.”

It’s sweet and romantic. It gives you butterflies in your stomach. It feels like a proper confession after so much build up, so much tension between the two of you. You feel your heart pounding, almost like it could burst out of you. You’re happy.

“But let’s keep this between you and me. I don’t want people knowing about us.”

And then, just like that, you feel a sinking feeling in your chest. Dread. “Oh. Why not?”

He shrugs. “I don’t really want people knowing my business. People talk. It’s annoying.”

My business. It’s not about you, not even about the two of you. It’s about him. Confused, and now slightly annoyed, you ask, “So you want people to think we’re just friends?”

“Not even that. Let’s just pretend we don’t know each other. Nobody will suspect anything.”

It feels like a slap to the face. Like the rug was pulled right from under you just when you started dancing on it.

“It’ll be fun,” he adds, sensing your trepidation, an attempt at lightening the mood, making it seem like a silly game.

You don’t respond, unsure how to. Maybe it’s not a big deal. You think back on the night he first kissed you. He said he didn’t like PDA. Is this the same thing? You find yourself making up as many excuses as you can to convince yourself that this isn’t all that bad.

“Hey.” He tips your head up to look at him. “It’ll be our little secret. Only we’ll know what we do with each other, no one else. Doesn’t that sound fun?” He caresses your bottom lip with his thumb.

You know it’s sketchy. Every fiber of your being is screaming at you. There’s another reason, a bigger reason, why he wants to keep this a secret. You know it, but you’re too chickenshit to confront him about it. Even too scared to admit it to yourself. Deep down, no matter how much you don’t want to believe it, Eren is embarrassed. Embarrassed of not being the fuck boy he had planned to be. Embarrassed of being associated with an unpopular sorority.

Embarrassed of you.

But he’s got you wrapped around his finger; completely charmed by the luscious words he speaks and those striking green eyes that captivate your soul. You’re spellbound by him. Enchanted. Trapped. You’ve let him manipulate you into thinking you’re special. So special he wants to keep you a secret.

So, you agree. It’ll be fun. You’re fine with being his dirty little secret.

Because having him behind closed doors is better than not having him at all.

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"Quit" (Uni AU P. 17)

GUYS IT'S BEEN SO LONG BUT FRESHIAU IS BACK! Sorry for the hell of a cliffhanger I gave you, whoopsies :)

tw - mentions of abuse, hospitalization

The next half-hour is a blur unlike any you've known before. You, Gale, and Karlach pile into the art student's shitty mini-van.

"I'm sure he's okay Tav."

Karlach tries to give you an assuring hand on the shoulder, but you think back to the phone call, the way the nurse wouldn't tell you anything, how you yelled in the middle of a damn cafe. It would be embarrassing if you didn't know the stakes that were in this trip to the hospital, that Astarion isn't the type for medical assistance unless it's absolutely necessary.

Other than Karlach's comment and the occasional flick of a blinker, the car is almost entirely silent. Gale drops you off at the front before leaving to park, and your tall friend stays by your side as you enter the sterile, sad building. When you get to the desk, she speaks on your behalf.

"We got a call that Astarion Ancunín was admitted here?"

"What's your relation to the patient?"

Karlach hesitates, before pushing you forward slightly.

"Well I'm just his friend, but my pal Tav here is his spouse!"

You give her a slightly concerned look, but soften when you know she just wants you to be able to see him.

"You can come back this way Tav."

It's all so quick and without feeling. Truthfully, you know medical professionals deal with this kind of thing on the daily, but the lack of concern for him makes you a little sick to your stomach. The words of your guide fall on deaf ears when you make it to his room, rushing in before she can even finish her sentence. She closes the door behind you as you're met with Astarion, your dear Aster, who looks far more beat down than usual.

"How in the hell did you manage to get back here?"

He asks with a slight smirk, the bags under his eyes far more noticeable than before. You can't help but smile at his charm, but replace it with a bitter expression soon after.

"That's not important right now. What happened?"

The urge to yell and scream is kept at a simmer, and instead your voice is kept soft, like plush moments of reading law papers, like falling asleep with your best friend, like cheap espresso and designer fabrics.

"Severe dehydration I suppose. I passed out, and Petras called an ambulance, which I'm sure got him beat to no end. Stupid decision if you ask me."

"Oh, so you quite literally pass out, and your first reaction is to think about Petras?"

He ponders your words for a moment as you finally sit at the edge of the bed.

"Trust me... I've already had plenty of time to think about just how bad this was. Thankfully when I lost consciousness I only bruised my poor arm, but the doctor said it could've been much worse. Heat stroke, seizures-"

"Okay, let's maybe not talk about all of that."

You start to cry, finally, after a panic-induced state of adrenaline begins to wear off. You get a notification from the group chat. Gale says Lae'zel, Shadowheart, and Wyll Ubered over. You show your phone to him.

"Look, everyone showed up."

You smile softly, feeling a trail of tears hit your lip. It tastes salty.

"Of course they did. You all are far too sappy."

"Oh shut it Aster. We were worried."

"Well it's fine now, right? The issue is resolved, so everyone can go home, including you Tav."

You scoff.

"Fat chance. Besides, Karlach kind of told the nurse that I'm your spouse, so it looks weird if I leave now."

"She did what?"

"Yeah, trust me, it was weird."

He gets a little nervous, showing his age for once, that deep down he's still a 20-something-year-old kid. It stays silent for a little bit, and you listen to the monitors in the room, the almost silent IV drip, the steps of people walking up and down the halls. Your listening is interrupted by a tapping on the bed, Astarion trying to get your attention.

"Yeah?"

"I know I struggle to say it sometimes, well, most times, but I do rather appreciate that you came... that all of you came, but you in particular."

You want to be able to appreciate his words, but the fear that lingers beneath doesn't let you rest.

"I don't want to do it again. I don't know if my heart can handle doing all of this again."

"What else would you have me do darling?"

You know what you want to say, and you know what his response will be, but the words leave your mouth anyways.

"Quit. I want you to quit."

He goes to interrupt you, but you put a finger up to shush him, and he obliges.

"I know it feels impossible. I know you've signed how many documents and that you need the money, but you six incredible friends now that can help you through this. Think about it: if you blackout all your socials, stop showing up, what can he really do about it? Cazador can't get on campus. You'd be safe there, and it will look so bad for his image if you suddenly disappear that he'll be scrambling for PR anyways! I think you can do this, that we can do this."

"And what about the money?"

"Student loans? And we can all pitch in when we have extra. And you could pick up a job on campus, maybe something in the law library?"

You're trying to be inspiring, but looking at him like this makes it hard.

"Why do you keep trying so much for me? Truly, you've wasted so much breath on me, even in this moment."

Somehow those sad questions still catch you off-guard. You put a hand on his.

"I don't think I can even word it right Aster. Even if I tried, I don't think the words would make sense, that any of it would make sense to either of us. Just accept that I'm here, trying for you, okay?"

"Okay... then I'll try too. I'll try your ridiculous plan Tav."

#astarion x tav #astarion x reader #angst #comfort #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #freshiau

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acrylicscore · 7 months

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It’s Spooky Month!

Decided to come up with my own little costume ideas for my favourite little group of block people.

Petra - Witch Hunter

Jesse - Phantom

Olivia - Mad Scientist

Lukas - Catboy Robot Assistant

Axel - Scarecrow

Funnily enough this is the first time this year that I’ve drawn them all as a group, let alone individually (excluding Jesse).

Anyway, have some more doodles and line art.

#i don’t normally jump on the spooky month train #but i thought i’d commit to the spooky month train this year #this took days to finish surprisingly #minecraft story mode #mcsm #mcsm halloween #unfortunately lukas can’t escape the catboy allegations #olivia won’t let him #also petra absolutely took the chance to bully ivor as a witch hunter #lukivia #it’s there but more so in the doodles #spooky month #mcsm jesse #mcsm olivia #mcsm lukas #mcsm petra #mcsm axel

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Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Four: Glance

Beep. Beep. Beep.

For such a small phone the volume is very powerful. You jolted awake and looked at the time: 6:15AM. You wanted to give yourself more than enough time to get ready for your first day.

As you yawn and stretch your limbs, you spot a tea mug at your nightstand again. Chamomile.

Why does Levi keep sneaking in your room, and why do you not wake up when he enters?

You shake your head, trying to get rid of the questions in your head. You take a sip of the tea, immediately feeling the calming relief of the flavor.

Your morning shower was just as glorious as it was yesterday. The warm water hitting your skin helps your body wake up as your thoughts wander to what your first day will be like.

Will your coworkers like you?

Will Levi be harsh on you?

You picked out one of the outfits Levi bought you yesterday - black pixie pants with the patent black pointed-toe heels, paired with a flattering white blouse.

You kept your makeup and hair simple: half up, half down for your hair and light makeup.

Vanilla, your favorite scent, floods your nostrils as you spray your favorite perfume on your skin.

In the mirror, you stare at yourself. You’re proud of how far you’ve come, how you took a leap of faith and accepted this job.

You look down at your phone for the time: 7:15AM.

With your tote bag over your shoulder, you make your way downstairs with your tea.

Levi is dressed in a freshly pressed black suit with a slate grey necktie that matches his eyes. He peers up through his hair to look at you before sitting up.

You were half expecting him to say something about your outfit, but that’s wishful thinking.

“Good morning.” You offer a smile. “Thank you again for the tea.”

Levi nodded as he stood up slowly, grabbing your cup from your hand. “We’re gonna stop for coffee on the way in. I promised Hange’s blind ass I would get them some.”

“Hange…?” You tilt your head.

“She’s the VP for Ackerman Inc. You can’t miss her, she’s tall with a voice that only a mother could love.”

“Got it.” You nod. “I’m ready when you are.”

You browsed the menu of the coffee shop quickly, picking out an iced latte you wanted to try.

You pull out your card to pay, when that familiar hand grabs your wrist again.

“Why is your wallet out?” Levi handed the cashier his card.

“It’s the least I could do -“

“Listen to me.” Levi pulled you aside, his voice in a deeper tone. “When you’re with me, I better not see that damn card in your hands. Do you understand?”

“It’s just a coffee, I don’t see why-“

“You pay for nothing when you’re with me.” Levi’s eyes are staring into yours, and for the first time you feel like he’s looking into your soul.

You don’t want to be his charity case. He’s already letting you live at his home, he bought you new outfits, and he provides food. The last thing you want is him thinking you need him to survive.

“I don’t like having to owe anyone anything.”

“When did I say you owe me?” Levi looks at you again. “That’s a question.”

“You didn’t, but-“

“Okay then.” Levi clears his throat. “So you understand, correct?”

You nod, too lost in his concrete eyes to argue.

Stop it. He’s your boss.

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At 8 AM on the dot, Levi pulls into the parking garage for valet. You see other people, assuringly his associates, walking in as well. They all look so put together - not a hair out of place.

You spot Petra, the receptionist from the other day.

“Good morning!” She sings your name, jogging up to you. “First day right?”

“Yeah.” You nod, grabbing the tray of coffees. You weren’t gonna let Levi hold these. This is the CEO we’re talking about.

“You’ll do great.” She puts her hand on your shoulder. “Good morning Mr. Ackerman!”

“Morning.” Levi says flatly as he catches up to you.

“Are you excited about the investors coming today?”

“I wouldn’t use the word ‘excited’.” Levi sips his tea.

“Short stuffffffffff!” You hear someone yell from the other side of the parking garage. “Do you have my coffee?!”

“It’s right here, four eyes.” This man has a way with nicknames.

“Oh you got a cute assistant!” Hange offered their hand. “My name is Hange Zoe, VP of Ackerman Inc. Nice to meet you! I hope this runt doesn’t run you out of here.”

“Hange.” Levi stared at their face. “I don’t run any assistants out.”

“Sureeeeee.” Hange winked, grabbing the coffee from the tray. “Thanks for the coffee! See you at the investors meeting!”

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Levi brings you to the 4th floor where his office as well as your desk will be. You pass some friendly faces, some not so much.

“This is your desk. My office is right there.” He points to the left of your desk. You nod as you set your bag and coffee down, careful not to let any of the liquid spill on the desk.

“Your company laptop is in the drawer,” Levi added. “I already had it set up for you, you should have access to everything.”

“Okay.” You nod as you slide the drawer open and spot the brand new MacBook.

“Don’t say anything, I didn’t pick the brand.” Levi started walking to his office. You watched his back muscles move underneath his suit. His broad shoulders are almost begging for your touch.

No.

Absolutely not.

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The investors meeting is as boring as anything, but it’s interesting watching Levi in a business atmosphere. He’s cold to them, not very much of a schmoozer. That’s more of Hange’s job.

You also meet Levi’s right hand man, Erwin Smith. He’s tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, definitely a man that any woman would drool over. He compliments Levi so well, where Levi is abrasive, Erwin is soft.

You’re typing notes as they speak, being careful not to miss anything Levi says. As you type, you feel a pair of eyes boring into you.

When you look up, it’s Levi that’s burning a hole in your skin. He looks away quickly once you catch him, a slight shade of red gracing his cheeks.

Levi Ackerman? THE Levi Ackerman is blushing?

“I’m glad we could make a deal, gentlemen.” Erwin stands up, shaking the investors hands.

“We believe in Ackerman Inc.” One of the men says. “You guys are a great team.”

You close your laptop gently, walking to Levi’s side. You’re not sure how to act since you caught him staring at you, but you must remain professional.

“Send me those notes ASAP.” Levi didn’t look up from his phone. His eyebrow furrowed at the text on his screen.

You nod, pushing the door open to the hallway. For once, Levi doesn’t stop you and open the door for you. He stays in the conference room with his eyes glued to his phone.

At your desk, numerous associates come up to you.

“Welcome to hell!” A long haired man said.

“Eren, give her a break!” The blonde chimed in. “Hi, I’m Armin. This is Erin and Mikasa.”

You turn to the other two, noticing Mikasa has similar attributes to Levi. They have similar eyes and hair, you take note.

“We heard you’re Mr. Ackerman’s new assistant.” Eren leans on your desk. “Good luck.”

“Eren.” Mikasa hits his arm lightly. “Levi isn’t that bad.”

“You’re only saying that because he’s your cousin.” Eren rolled his eyes.

Makes sense.

“Get back to work.” Levi’s voice boomed in the office. Eren, Armin, and Mikasa dispersed to their desks. You press ‘send’ to email the notes to Levi.

You watch him walk right past your desk to his office, not even taking a glance at you.

Why was he acting like this now? Does he think you’re doing a bad job? Does he regret hiring you?

You try to go on with your work day as best you can, trying to let the negative thoughts evaporate into the air.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman smut #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #levi #ceo levi ackerman

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I NEED A PLANET EVABS PREGNANCY SCARE BLURB/DRABBLE/ANYTHING IN ORDER TO SURVIVE

i hope you live

February 2017

“And you have your check up tonight,” Evie, Y/N’s personal assistant told her before taking a sip from the coffee she had made her.

“When’s that?” Chris asked from beside his girlfriends, arms resting on the kitchen table.

“5 PM,” Evie answered, “Are you joining?”

“Yeah, of course,” he nodded.

“You don’t have to, it’s always a quick checkup,” Y/N told him softly, “I know you wanted a lazy day.”

Chris shook his head, moving one hand to her thigh, “I’m coming with you.”

“You better let Cherry know, then,” Evie mentioned Y/N’s publicist.

“Aw come on, it’s not like we’re going to be groping each other on the streets,” he laughed.

“Y/N Y/L/N and Chris Evans caught leaving private clinic, could it be possible pregnancy?” Evie said in an announcer’s tone.

“Let’s be lowkey about it,” Y/N chuckled, “Do I have anything set for tomorrow? I don’t, right?”

“No, nothing,” Evie shook her head, checking her iPad.

“Thank you, Vie,” she smiled, “You’re staying for brunch by the way.”

“You won’t find me complaining.”

It wasn’t long before Chris and Y/N were in the private clinic, seated in her doctor’s office.

“Looking good, Y/N,” Dr. Petra smiled as she sat, “Hey, Chris.”

“Hey, Doc,” he smiled.

“Is that a new haircut?” Y/N asked.

“Just a trim actually,” Dr. Petra smiled, “But you have a good eye,” she pointed.

“Oh, great, then I’m good to go,” Y/N joked, pretending to get up, making her boyfriend and doctor laugh.

“Alright, we’ll run through the usual questions,” Dr. Petra held her pen, looking at the sheet of paper on her desk, “Have you been experiencing any abnormal symptoms lately?”

“Um, I think I just feel fatigued more often.”

“Fatigue,” Dr. Petra repeated, “You feel more sleepy? More tired?”

She nodded, “Yeah, exactly.”

“Anything else?”

“No,” she shook her head.

“Um,” Chris glanced from Dr. Petra to his girlfriend, “Your-Her nipples have been more sensitive.”

Y/N grew flustered, her face getting hot as she shrunk in her seat, and by the looks of his small smirk, Chris knew.

“Oh. How so?”

“Just her boo-breast, specifically her nipples. We noticed it last week when we were ha-we were intimate,” Chris said.

“Are you sexually active?”

“We are,” Chris answered, and Y/N knew he was enjoying that too much.

“When was your last period?”

At that, Y/N grew rigid, eyes widening as she looked from her doctor to Chris.

“You’re late,” Chris said quietly, looking at his girlfriend with a surprised face.

“Um,” Y/N stammered, unlocking her phone and going to her period tracker app, wide eyes staring at her screen before she raised her hand to gently place her fingers on her lips.

“Y/N?” Dr. Petra gently called.

“I’m two weeks late,” she said, looking from her phone to Chris, whose eyes were set on her, just blinking.

“Let’s not freak out,” Dr. Petra said, “Let’s run some tests. I’ll let Louisa know,” she said before pressing on her telephone, informing her nurse of the tests she needed, “I’ll give you a minute.”

The moment Dr. Petra left the office, Chris was leaning forward, putting his hands on her knees, “Hey, it’s okay.”

“What if I’m pregnant, Chris? I’m not ready. I sighed contracts, I have things set,” her leg shook under his hand.

“Hey, baby,” he called, “Breathe, come on,” he instructed her for a few seconds, “I’m right here, gorgeous. We’re in this together. We don’t know if you are.”

“But what if I am?”

“Then we’ll do this together. Or if you don’t want to, I’ll support you. Whatever you decide to do, I’m right here with you.”

It was quiet as Y/N had her tests taken while holding on to Chris’ hand before they drove back to her apartment.

Chris was expressive through his touches; giving Y/N a sweatshirt of his to wear as they waited for the results through a phone call from her doctor.

His hands were on her shoulders as she sat with her phone in her hand, massaging them before he sat beside her, tucking her to his chest.

He moved, kissing her temple, “C’mere,” he said quietly, taking her phone from her.

Y/N obliged, sighing as Chris lied down with open arms, letting herself lie on him, her head against his chest, “Sorry, I’m nervous.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” he said, moving his hand under her sweatshirt, “Maybe we c-“

Chris was interrupted by her phone ringing, making her head shoot up from his chest as she grabbed it, instantly answering.

“Put it on speaker,” he whispered.

“Hello?” She called.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dr. Petra said through the phone, being her years-long private doctor and friend and delivering the news herself.

“Well?” Impatiently, Y/N asked.

“It’s negative.”

With a deep sigh, Y/N let her head rest back on Chris’ chest, feeling his hands on her head, stroking her hair.

#planet evans #planet evans universe #pe blurb

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Miraculous Barbie: Nathaniel as Rapunzel

Here it is, the first entry in my Barbie movie adaptation series, with Nath in the lead role! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

"Love and imagination can change the world."

CAST:

Nathaniel Kurtzberg as Rapunzel

Marc Anciel as Prince Stefan

Alix Kubdel as Penelope

Petra Markov as Hobie

Cash as Gothel

Phillipe as Otto

Alim Kubdel as Hugo

Penny & Alyssa Anciel- King Frederick/Stefan’s Mother

Kiran Anciel as Princess Katrina

Aya Kurtzberg as King Wilhelm

And so our story begins…

In a manor deep in the woods, there lived a young man named Nathaniel, fair as they came with long, beautiful red hair that reached to the floor.

The manor was concealed from the outside world, not only by the dark and monster-filled forest, but by a magic wall that stretched high into the sky, so high you couldn’t even see the top!

It was here that Nathaniel lived, working as a housekeeper for Cash, a callous and cold nobleman who was skilled in dark sorcery. Nathaniel was expected to keep the house in perfect order, with every nook and cranny spotless and a boatload of chores every day.

Nathaniel had been told by Cash that he was abandoned at only a few days old in the woods, and had been raised by Cash as his own since then, and that it was for this reason that maintaining the house was the least he could do. (Cash also had his sleazy pet ferret, Phillipe, who was a constant nuisance.)

Nathaniel had lived most of his life as a servant, but at the very least he had his art supplies to pursue his greatest passion: painting! His room was filled with beautiful images he had created with his brushes, many of the kinds of places he wishes to see someday. He also wasn’t lonely, because he had his two best friends. Alix, a young dragon who would one day be bound to serve Cash as her father, Alim did. And Petra, an anxious but well-meaning rabbit.

Daring and restless as she was, Alix longed for nothing more than to fly over the top of the magic wall and soar over the lands beyond. But Alim forbade it, positing that his daughter was too young and too inexperienced a flyer, which frustrated Alix to no end. Petra would often use her sensitive hearing to alert Nathaniel when Cash is returning so he can put his painting away, as the man often derides it as a “waste of time”.

One day, while Nathaniel is preparing Cash’s tea, Alix, while trying to use her still developing fire-breath to assist, accidentally knocks into a statue, which opens a passageway to a secret lower level of the manor. Nathaniel goes down to explore it, followed by an eager Alix and a nervous Petra. While down in the foreboding cellar, they discover invitations to various balls addressed to Cash…and an old painting of him with a red-haired woman, whose face has been slashed out.

But their most intriguing discovery by far, is an old ornate box containing a gorgeous and intricate silver hairbrush. What’s most striking about it is the inscription on the back: “Constant as the stars above, always know that you are loved. To our dearest son, Nathaniel, on his first birthday. With love forever, Mother and Father.” This confuses Nathaniel as it conflicts with the story he’d always been told by Cash.

He’s interrupted from considering this further when Cash calls for him, vowing to return later and investigate the room, as Petra and Alix work to get the room back in order, placing things back where they found them. But Nathaniel takes the silver brush with him. It says it belongs to him after all!

When Cash lays down for his afternoon rest, Nathaniel returns to the secret cellar, still thinking about the message on the brush. But when Petra accidentally startles Alix, causing her to punch a hole in the floorboards with her foot, Nathaniel discovers a secret tunnel that seems to lead away from the manor! Assuring his friends he’ll return soon, he goes to investigate.

Emerging from the tunnel, Nathaniel finds himself just outside a lovely little village that sits by a beautiful castle. Deciding to explore, he meets many of the villagers and is surprised by how friendly everyone seems to be. He almost feels at home here, even though he’s never left the manor before, and he finds himself wanting to stay and see more!

Meanwhile, back at the manor, Alix and Petra are worrying about their friend, waiting anxiously for him to return. Alix is contemplating flying over the magic wall to go try and find Nathaniel, when Petra alerts her that her father has arrived and is looking for her. Alix goes outside to meet him, and the two have the same argument they have many a day about her being too young to fly over the wall, leading Alix to storm off angrily as she’s still worrying about her best friend.

As Nathaniel goes for a walk by the river, he happens upon three children playing in a grove, the young Prince Kiran, and his two friends, Chris and Manon. But when Kiran goes over to fetch some apples from a tree for their horse, he falls into a pit trap in the ground, dangling above a deadly tangle of briars! Nathaniel rushes over to help, while Chris and Manon ride to find help as well. Nathaniel gets ahold of Kiran’s hand and manages to pull him up, only to lose his balance and nearly fall in himself! But someone catches him just in time…

It’s then that Nathaniel meets Prince Marc, Kiran’s older brother, who thanks him for helping the boy. While the children ride off to continue playing, Marc and Nathaniel begin to talk. Nathaniel states that this is his first time in the village and it’s certainly been exciting. Marc then asks if he comes from the kingdom of Queen Aya, explaining to a curious Nathaniel that she was the one who had ordered the pit trap to be set, going on to explain the years-long feud between her and the rulers of this kingdom, Queen Penelope and Queen Alyssa, who Aya claimed had done something unforgivable to her. Nathaniel asks why they can’t just talk and clear the air, but Marc sadly posits that they seem to be long past the point that that’s a possibility.

Hearing the three children begin to argue, Marc goes to check on them, as Nathaniel hears the clock in the village chime and realizes he needs to hurry back to the manor! Marc returns to find that Nathaniel has already left, wondering if he’ll get to see him again and realizing they never even exchanged names, but unbeknownst to them both…Phillipe happened to be wandering the village that day, and spotted Nathaniel, ready to report to his master!

Meanwhile, back in the manor, Nathaniel tells Alix and Petra all about the village and how wonderful it was. He tells them about the man he met, but when Alix asks his name, Nathaniel comes to the same realization that Marc did…just as Cash enters, inquiring if he had a pleasant trip today. Nathaniel asks the man why he never told him about the village, and is told that it was for his own safety, to protect him from the ‘evils’ there.

Cash then demands the name of the young man Nathaniel met in the village, but when Nathaniel tells him he doesn’t know, Cash accuses him of lying. When Nathaniel repeats that he doesn’t know because he didn’t have time to ask, Cash uses his magic to demolish Nathaniel’s paintings and his art supplies. When Alix and Petra try to defend Nathaniel, Cash threatens to harm them with his magic until Nathaniel insists they don’t know anything, and quickly sends them away. He tells Cash that he can’t keep him locked away forever, and in response, Cash transforms Nathaniel’s room into a tower, with no door. He calls for Alim, who he instructs to guard the tower, and tells Nathaniel that when he returns, he expects to be told the name of that young man.

Back in the village, Marc is returning to the palace, promising to help Kiran with his archery once he finishes speaking with their mothers. He enters the throne room where Queen Penelope asks if he’s had any luck finding the young man who saved Kiran, as they would like to express their thanks. When Marc reveals he hasn’t seen the redhead anywhere, Queen Alyssa wonders if he could be one of Aya’s spies. Marc doesn’t believe so, or else he wouldn’t have risked his life for Kiran. It’s reported by a page that there was no sign of Aya’s forces. Alyssa prepares to lead her own raid and tells Marc to be ready. He agrees, but something is clearly on his mind…

Returning to the manor, Nathaniel is still trapped and is now suffering from nightmares. But as he wakes from one, he reads the inscription on the back of the silver hairbrush, and resolves that one day, he will be free. But as he’s sleeping that night, the hairbrush is magically transformed…into a paintbrush.

The next day, Cash visits the village in disguise and learns that there is to be a ball for the elder prince’s birthday, while the knights of the kingdom report to Marc that they still haven’t had any luck finding the young man with the long red hair. Just at that moment, Marc and his mothers ride into the village to discover the aftermath of a terrible attack by Queen Aya’s men. Unbeknownst to them, Cash faked the attack with his magic, wanting to hurry a declaration of war along.

Back at the manor, Alix and Petra are using berries, vegetables and leaves from the garden to make new paints for Nathaniel, while contemplating how they could possibly help him escape. They bring the new paint to Nathaniel, who is incredibly grateful and discovers the transformed brush. But when he goes to use it on the wall, he discovers that it creates the images in his mind, without him even needing paint! And when a butterfly flies out of the image he painted of the village, and then Petra seems to fall through it, that’s when he discovers that this magical paintbrush can create portals…

When Nathaniel passes through the painting/portal, he ends up in the same grove where he met Marc…who just so happens to be there eating lunch, and is ecstatic to see him again! It’s then that Marc finally learns Nathaniel’s name, but Nathaniel insists that it’s better if he doesn’t learn Marc’s just yet. The prince is confused but agrees.

Nathaniel then shows Marc the paintbrush, asking if he can help find out who made it, in the hopes that that person may know who his parents are. Marc takes him to the silversmith, who recognizes the brush as the work of his brother, who unfortunately lives in Aya’s kingdom and who he misses terribly, as no one has gone between the two kingdoms since the beginning of the feud. Nathaniel is disheartened, but resolves to keep looking.

Back at the manor, Petra hears Cash approaching, and Alix panics, knowing that it he comes to the tower to discover Nathaniel gone, her father will pay the price! Petra goes to stall Cash while Alix travels through the painting to find Nathaniel.

Back at the palace gardens, Nathaniel gives Marc an invitation to the Masked Ball in honor of ‘the prince’s’ birthday, and Nathaniel agrees to come. Just then, Alix appears in the garden, through the painting/portal, and Marc draws his sword, thinking she’s dangerous because, well, dragon! But Nathaniel assures him Alix is his friend. Alix pleads with Nathaniel to return to the tower at least long enough that Cash won’t punish her father, and Nathaniel agrees, promising to return for the ball. He paints a portal back to the tower, arriving just in time.

Now back in the tower, Cash demands once again to know the name of the man Nathaniel met, and once again is told he doesn’t know. Angry, Cash tells the boy he can rot in the tower for all he cares. Nathaniel tells Alix that they all need to leave that night, and Alix must convince her father to come too.

Back at the palace, Marc is taking a stroll with Queen Penelope, and hesitantly asks if he might be permitted to invite Queen Aya as a gesture of good will, a step toward ending the feud. Penelope refuses, telling him peaceful resolutions are impossible with all that’s been done. This was the answer Marc had feared, and he doesn’t know what to do.

Back in the tower, Nathaniel uses the magical paintbrush to create a beautiful violet gown for himself, with Alix and Petra presenting him with an intricate mask to match the dress. But just at that moment, Cash appears and compliments Nathaniel, only to cut his long red hair off, and destroy both the painting/portal and the magical brush. He then casts an enchantment on the tower: "Tower, tower, do your part, never release your prisoner with a lying heart! Here for as these words are spoken, this fearsome spell can never be broken!" Blaming Alim for allowing Nathaniel to escape once again, he chains the dragon to the tower with magic. He then leaves to attend the ball, disguising himself as Nathaniel using the hair he sheared from the boy.

Back at the palace, Queen Aya has arrived in secret and is planning to launch an attack to make Queens Alyssa and Penelope pay for what she believes they’ve done, once and for all!

It’s then that Cash arrives at the ball, disguised as Nathaniel, and is spotted by Marc. Marc follows him and is led into the castle’s hedge maze, only for Cash to reveal himself, letting Nathaniel’s long red hair fall to the ground. Marc demands to know what the man has done with Nathaniel, but Cash only fires at him with his magic, forcing Marc to flee.

Alix goes to visit Alim, and begs him to help her help Nathaniel, explaining how the boy came back to prevent Cash from killing her father for letting him escape. Alim theorizes that if Nathaniel hasn’t been lying to Cash about knowing Marc’s name, then the spell shouldn’t keep him in the tower. So Alix flies up to Nathaniel, and sure enough, he’s able to pass through the magical barrier. While Alim is still apprehensive about his daughter being ready to go over the wall, he understands it’s what must be done, and Alix flies over it for the first time, carrying Nathaniel and Petra to the palace to try and stop Cash.

Back at the palace, Cash continues to pursue Marc, being sidetracked by Kiran and the other children. He fires a spell at Kiran, only for Marc to pull him out of the way, stalling Cash by dropping a banner on him. Meanwhile, in the ballroom, Queen Aya arrives and engages in a battle of swords with Queen Alyssa, while Queen Penelope evacuates all the guests.

Cash then enters the ballroom, and Aya recognizes him, with Marc questioning this. Aya explains that she knew him many years ago, they had been good friends. This infuriates Cash, who proclaims that they were more than friends, that they had been in love. Aya states that she was never in love with him, she saw him as a brother, and Cash states that she will pay for this ‘once again’, which confuses Aya.

Instead of explaining, Cash asks Queen Penelope why she and her wife despise Aya, with the Queen stating that Aya attacked their kingdom and people without cause, which is furiously refuted with the claim that they had stolen her son, which Queen Alyssa angrily denies. Cash then reveals that Alyssa is telling the truth…he stole the young prince. A furious Aya demands to know where he took Nathaniel, with Marc immediately recognizing the name. Cash states that where he is doesn’t matter as she will never see him again.

Only for Nathaniel himself to arrive with Alix and Petra just as Cash is about to blast everyone with his magic, demanding that he stop making everyone suffer. Cash refuses and blasts the chandelier, setting the ballroom ablaze, with Marc helping Nathaniel to escape. The two, along with Alix and Petra, lead Cash into the gardens, tricking him into entering the painting/portal of the tower Nathaniel left behind earlier.

With Cash now imprisoned forever due to all the lies he has told, the battle has been won. Nathaniel reunites with Aya, who apologizes to Alyssa and Penelope for all the trouble she caused them. The Queens accept her apology, knowing they would have been just as distraught if Marc was stolen from them.

Speaking of which, Nathaniel and Marc got to know each other better and started a beautiful relationship that lasted for five years before they were happily married and moved into their own castle by the sea, with Alix, Petra and Alim all living the good life there.

And they all lived happily ever after!

Their love will be Constant as the Stars Above! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs, and watch for the next installment!

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