#don’t kill a character if you’re not prepared to never use them again okay

[foundfamilynonsense]

You know what I hate? When readers claim there’s an ambivalent ending of a book because the author doesn’t force feed it to you.

Except sometimes the author 100% does force feed it to them and they still can’t grasp it.

I’m referring mostly to the death of characters. For example there are heated debates about whether or not Winston dies soon after the end of the 1984. As if it is not painfully obvious that’s what happens. Earlier in the book we hear about a group of men who were executed by Big Brother. It’s said they were arrested and pled guilty to a bunch of horrible crimes and were released (exactly what happened when Winston was captured). They were seen in the chestnut cafe (y’know the same one Winston frequents after being released) where a song comes on (the same one that comes on at the end of the book) and all three men are seen looking at Big Brother’s picture and crying (like Winston does when he discovers he loves Big Brother).

But even if you forget that detail there’s still the knowledge that Winston was told “we’re not going to kill you until you love Big Brother” and the last line of the book was that Winston loved Big Brother.

There’s a similar issue with possibly my favorite book of all time: Ghachar Ghochar

The last line of the book is literally someone (who has been built up as this all knowing guy) walking up to the narrator and saying something along the lines of “sir you should wash your hands, you have blood on them.” The character is referring to the actual blood from the broken glass but come on people. That mixed with the huge conversation his family had about how to kill someone the proper way. And yet when we read it in class even my professor was asking what people thought happened to the wife. Saying it was up to interpretation and there were many possible answers.

No! Just because we don’t see the light leave their eyes in scene does not mean they could be alive!!! Writers should be able to trust their readers. And readers shouldn’t be constantly worried that writers are trying to fake them out.

And you know what? I blame popular movies these days. Not to be a crank academic but like. If you see a building blow up with someone inside they should just be dead okay? I shouldn’t have to think “yeah but the writers are just trying to scare us they didn’t actually kill that character off.” But I have to think these things because now we have Loki back from the dead for the fifth or sixth time and Boba Fett got swallowed by a monster in the eighties and yet here he is with his own show.

Writers should be able to kill people off screen and not have people going “well we don’t know”

But they can’t do that because shitty companies like Disney feel the need to squeeze money out of every character while still trying to have actual stakes. So they only sort of die. They got away from the explosion just in time, or they’re just in a coma (stranger things), or they crawled out of the monster’s stomach after everyone left or it’s their clone with that person’s consciousness (Star Wars) or it’s another timeline’s version of them or he was legally dead for three days but was brought back or the heart monitor was tampered with to fake his death (marvel). This is actually terrible, terrible writing okay? Occasionally a death fake out can work but nine times out of ten it’s just stupid. Because now we have people saying “we don’t know for sure he’s dead because we never see the body and even then who knows”

Anita in Ghachar Ghochar is dead. So is Winston Smith in 1984. Both writers actively killed these characters. They did not leave it “up to interpretation” just because they didn’t show the blood spill from their head.

#I’ve been seeing a lot of talk about how people want to bring mace windu back #or have him survive the fall #and I love #love #love mace windu #but what a stupid idea I’m sorry #of course if it were up to me palpatine boba fett echo ahsoka and every other Star Wars character killed only to have actually survived #would be dead the first time #I like boba fett #I like echo #I like ahsoka #and I like palpatine as a villain #but bringing a character back to life is the fastest way to get me to hate them #unless you kill them with the express purpose to have them go through a resurrection arc (Jon snow for example) #then you just shouldn’t kill them at all #don’t kill a character if you’re not prepared to never use them again okay #1984 #Ghachar Ghochar #anti marvel #anti Loki #anti book of boba fett #boba fett #star wars #stranger things

[pimosworld]

The story of us

Pairing: Triple frontier boys x f!reader

Summary: Set before reader and the boys are officially together and how it all came to be.

CW: 18+ MDNI, eventual poly relationship mentions of ptsd,verbally abusive boyfriend, cursing,threats of physical violence,alcohol consumption,mentions of past drug use,flirting,mentions of sex, smut in later chapters,minor character death, angst,fluff and happy ending.

Notes: I’ve taken some liberties with their lives after leaving delta but nothing too ooc. Frankie doesn’t have a kid and he lives with Benny and Will. Reader is a nurse for her occupation and her call sign is honey. The story will go between readers pov and the boys throughout. The boys have a group chat without reader named The golden girls, and a group chat with the reader named DF4L. It starts off heavy on the angst but it gets better I promise. No description of reader.

Chapter summary-The boys are concerned since you’ve grown distant and decide to surprise you. They find themselves in a compromising position.

WC-2k

Not beta read

Chapter 1 Boundaries

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Saturday

  Your hands are shaking as you place your phone face down on the kitchen counter. You can already feel the splitting headache forming that always follows the tears steadily streaming down your face.

  Why do you keep putting up with this? Just leave him. 

  But his words constantly echo in your thoughts. 

You’re going to be alone, and then what? 

  You're pulled from your thoughts when your phone vibrates on the counter. Hopefully he’ll just leave a voicemail apologizing like he always does after a fight. You don’t have the energy to argue anymore. 

  Your phone vibrates again and you think you might as well get the apology over with. It’s almost as if you crave the fight because you're showered with affection once it’s over.

  What is wrong with you? 

  You flip your phone over and curse under your breath. Shit

  “Hey Santi”, you try to hide the quiver in your voice and the constant sniffling. “I’m so sorry, I can’t make it tonight I’m just not feeling well”. You stammer out hoping to end the conversation as quickly as possible. 

  “No,no not again, this is the third time”, he says sternly yet his voice is laced with concern. “I’m not

above begging, but you can’t tell the guys or I’ll have to kill you”. He chuckles nervously on the other end. 

  You can’t hide the barrage of tears that start to flow because you know how much he cares and you feel so guilty canceling on them-again. 

  “Cariño, I was just kidding, please don’t cry, you can tell them I begged if it means we get to see you” his voice now laced with obvious panic.

  You’re trying desperately to calm your breathing and push down the guilt that you feel for lying yet again to your best friend. “ I know you were just joking, I just…” hiccuping between words trying to stave off a horrible panic attack. “I had a long week and work was so stressful, I don’t want to put a dark cloud on the night”. 

  He knows you're lying but he’ll never push you. 

  “Okay cariño, you said that last time but I won’t push you”. 

  There’s a brief moment of silence and you wonder if you should hang up first. 

  Santi takes a deep breath and you're preparing yourself to hear the worst “You know I would do anything for you”,Just say I love you another brief moment of silence passes over you. You know he’s not expecting a response. 

  “I know” Just say I love you 

  End call.

  ****

  Santi enters the bar alone-again. He does not want to have this conversation-again. He plasters on the best wide grin he can muster as he approaches the group. 

  “Long time no see hermañ-” Frankie is cut off by Benny’s obnoxious groan. 

  “AGAIN”, Benny can’t hide his annoyance, though he’s never been much for subtlety. 

  “Nice to see you too Ben” Santi hangs his head not wanting to look amongst the men he’s known for his entire adult life. “I tried,” he says sincerely. 

  “Not hard enough obviously”Ben grumbles under his breath. 

  Santi flips him the middle finger “Fuck off”. 

  Between the conversation he had with you and Ben's warm welcome Santi is at his end. 

  Always the voice of reason Will chimes in “Can we all cool it please?”. Santi pulls up a chair next to Frankie and slaps his friend on the back as a silent hello. 

  “I know it’s that fucker Mike, she just won’t say it”. Benny says still unwilling to drop the subject . Your boyfriend of 6 months wasn’t a fan amongst the boys. They tried in the beginning to like him, all with the exception of Ben. He always had an uneasy feeling about him. 

  “We haven’t seen her in weeks” Ben says almost in a whisper. 

  Will rubs the back of his neck nervously and looks to his brother, “ Ben you gotta stop, you’re gonna drive yourself crazy”. 

  “Oh I KNOW you’re not calling me crazy” Ben says almost at a shout inside the bar. Some patrons have started to raise their eyebrows at the heated conversation taking place amongst the oddly handsome men. Ben leans in real close so that only the boys can hear his taunting tone. “ Will drives by her house everyday, even though it takes an extra 15 minutes to get home”. 

  “You never shut up do you?” Will grumbles at his brother. 

  Santi chuckles to himself, finding some reprieve in the Miller brothers' bickering. He glances to his left to see Frankie deep in thought. His arms crossed tight across his chest and his brows furrowed, his eyes boring a hole into the table. 

  Frankie knows how long it’s been-37 days. At first you still came out with them and saw them as often as you could but over time the excuses started. You didn’t stop by the house as much, and then you missed a few barbecues. Once you stopped coming out for drinks he knew things might be changing for good. He didn’t want to think about that for too long, it hurt too much. 

  You used to spend so much time at the Millers you had your own drawer for extra clothes in his room. You kept your Vanilla body wash in his shower for when you would stay over and had a spare toothbrush in his bathroom. He missed the smell of your lavender shampoo lingering in your hair when you would curl up next to him on the couch for movie night. 

  Moving in with the Millers felt like a step back at first, when he struggled with his addiction but you started spending more and more time there. As time went on he felt like a part of the household and not so much a burden or an unwanted guest. You started spending so much time there that the three men had a conversation about you moving in. You paying rent at your own house didn’t make sense when you practically lived there 5 days a week. 

  They knew you were so fiercely independent that you enjoyed still having a place to call your own. Once you started seeing Mike the entire idea was out of the question. Frankie regrets not having that conversation everyday. 

  “Fish” Santi calling his name brings him back to his current reality. You’re not here with them

  “I’m gonna grab a pitcher while they finish bickering” Santi gestures his fingers between the two brothers. 

  “Nope” Frankie slams his hands down on the table and abruptly stands up. “We’re gonna go keep our girl company if she’s not gonna come out with us”. 

  “Hell ya”, Benny whoops and stands up as Will shrinks in the chair hating the eyes of the bar patrons once again focused on them. 

  “Will?” Santi looks to his comrade hoping he’ll be the voice of reason. 

  “As much as I think she deserves her privacy, I’m starting to get worried”. Benny grabs the arm of Santiago and all but yanks the poor man out of his seat. “So it’s settled, we’re going to get our girl”. 

  The boys make their way out of the bar as if they're  on one of the most important missions of their career. 

  Santi is buzzing with nervous excitement. “You boys head over and I’ll grab some beers and her favorite snacks from the store”. 

  “You might want to grab some of the hard stuff too,you know she loves tequila when she’s sad”, Benny yells across the parking lot to Santi. 

  ****

  Benny is practically bouncing as they walk the short path up to your cottage style home. He spent months helping you find this house when you finally had enough money to leave your apartment. 

  He realized how much he missed you as he took in all the little details of your home that made you who you are. Not being offered much individuality in the military it was important to you to make your home special. 

  The wooden bench with cast iron frame that Will and Frankie built for you as a housewarming gift sits perfectly on your front porch. The honeysuckle growing over the lattice has finally provided you with enough privacy to enjoy your morning coffee before work. 

  He’s taking in all the surroundings except for your boyfriend's truck parked across the street from your house. 

  Will makes it up your steps first and begins to knock when he hears shouting coming from inside. 

  “YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!” they can clearly tell it’s Mike and Benny all but knocks his brother over to bang on the door. 

  They anxiously wait for an answer but no one comes to the door. Ben goes to bang on the door again but Will grabs his arm. 

  “What the fuck are you doing, I’m not just gonna stand around and wait for an answer”. Ben practically has steam coming out of his ears as he stares down his brother. 

  While the brothers are bickering Frankie is counting down the minutes since they knocked. He’s picking at his jean pocket out of nervous habit,wishing he had at least one beer before heading over here to calm his nerves. Are you okay on the other side of that door? 

  “I know man but I just need you to think for a minute, take a deep breath”. Will looks at his brother with pleading eyes. Ben takes a long exaggerated inhale and exhales. “Okay, I took a deep breath and now I’m gonna kick the door down”. 

  “BEN” Frankie pushes past him to the door. “What Frank , you guys can just fix the door later”. 

  Frankie turns around and huffs as he digs through his pockets glancing at both brothers as if they've grown two heads. “We all have fucking keys to her house”. 

  As Frankie begins to unlock your door with his spare key he hopes you won’t be upset with them, of course you won’t be. 

  ****

  Santi was hesitant at first, this has to be crossing a boundary. He thought about you while perusing the candy aisle for your favorites(and Bennys).

Checking on you after you asked for space  is not crossing a boundary. The years you’ve all spent together in delta force and after should tell him that, this is necessary. Killing people together wasn’t crossing a boundary, huddled up for warmth on a mission with no clothes between you because it was life or death wasn’t crossing a boundary, the boys all but forcing you to move to a city you've never been after leaving delta because they couldn’t bear the thought of being away from you. 

  You might get mad at first but you always get over it, he thought to himself as he finished paying for the insane amount of drinks and snacks because he was sure once you calmed down you would welcome them with open arms-like you always did. 

  As Santi rounds the corner to your street he can see the obnoxious camo wrap lifted truck parked adjacent to your house (this can’t be good). Your boyfriend's truck always bothered him; he wasn't even military. 

  Panic sets in as Santi puts his car in park and doesn’t see anyone outside your house. He decides to ditch the snacks to assess what might be happening inside. As he runs up the path to your house he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you and Benny sitting on the wooden bench Frankie built for you. 

  His relief is short-lived when he sees your blood shot eyes and Benny cradling you in his arms as if you’re going to run away any moment.  

  Mike is a dead man. 

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Comments and reblogs are much appreciated

#triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier poly #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier boys x reader #francisco morales x reader #santiago garcia x reader #will miller x reader #benny miller x reader #triple frontier fanfic #frankie catfish morales #santiago pope garcia #william ironhead miller #triple frontier x fem reader

[starsurface]

Your writings are very good, they make me happy! Would it be possible to write Shang Tsung from the 3d era taking care of an age regressed reader that uses diapers?

Awh, thank you!!! I'm so glad that they make you happy!! <3

I will admit, i know incredibly little about this character!!!! :D (I tried to do research, but do call me our or dm if I wrote some things wrong, I can totally redo or make a pt 2 or something!!)

Like, . . . I know he’s evil. And has an island. And works for Shao Kahn. And is one of the more first big boss fights?? And that 3d is like, Deception, and Armageddon, and Shaolin Monks (the cutscenes only version of that game is so funny, the storyline is so fast).

And not even zesty evil!!! But like, actually evil. :(

Small Warning (?): It just kinda feels like there are some darker undertones in these?? Not exactly yandere like, but mildly possessive, and little to no hesitation to hurt others for you. It’s not implied that he’d kill, but it is implied that he’d use them as experiments (which I can totally change if anyone gets uncomfortable with!!!)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG 3d era Shang Tsung w/ Regressor That Uses Diaper Hcs

🐛 I know I said he’s evil . . . but I think he adores you

🐛 Your his baby, how could he not love you!! He’s cruel and a villain, but your his Precious, he couldn’t just let you go <3

🐛 While a man of evil and Shao Kahn’s sorcerer, he would never make fun of you for using or needing padding

🐛 Babyspace regressor? You’re very tiny!! Of course you might need some help, and that’s okay!!

🐛 Toddler? Well, accidents happen all the time, and he’d rather be safe than sorry anyways

🐛 Big kid? Well he’d still classify you as a baby, but whatever you say <3

🐛 Middlespace regressor? Everyone can use diapers!! Whether for medicine or comfort, that’s your regression, and no one else’s

🐛 And if anyone were to magically tell you otherwise, well, they strangely disappear!! :O (and maybe end up in Shang Tsung’s lab)

🐛 Might get a bit grumpy if you wake him up at night, but almost any thoughts of anger or upset wash away when he sees how upset you are

🐛 . . . Although he’s also super tired and might put on your padding backwards

🐛 It is literally not his fault, it’s two am, and he has work tomorrow

🐛 Although he’d rather you wake him up than sit sobbing in bed, work or no work, you’re his first priority

🐛 He’ll also get some of those potty mattress protections, just in case you may or may not have an accident again (but only if your cool with it)

🐛 Magic show distractions!!!

🐛 He could give you something to fidget with during the process . . . Or he could use his super cool sorcerer powers and make a little light show to distract you

🐛 From what i’ve seen in almost every Shang Tsung, they have a way with words

🐛 So it’s not him buying your regression supplies, it’s Shao Kahn <3

🐛 Shang Tsung works for him, how could he not also supply for his precious baby that he gets very little time with because of how often he has to work and prepare for the tornoment?

🐛 ^ Lies, Shang Tsung can and will pause any type of working if you regress and come for him

🐛 Maybe unless he’s in the middle of an experiment, but he’s left his studies many times before

🐛 Your not really allowed to talk to Shao Kahn though :\ (Shang Tsung’s worried Shao will be mean or cruel to you in your headspace)

🐛 But you get much time with Dada!! :D

🐛 He’ll make a little regression area in his laboratory!! It’s Shang Tsung’s Island, who would tell him he couldn’t put a secret passage way into a small regression area just for you?

🐛 ^ No one, that’s who, so of course he does it!! (and Shao Kahn gets the bill for it >:3)

🐛 He does make sure to put it more where the potions or his study books are and not where his experiments are (he doesn’t like you seeing them in your headspace)

🐛 Don’t you dare ever try to touch his potions, he will get incredibly upset and you’ll get in trouble

🐛 They’re for big kids and big kids only, plus you could get seriously hurt and Dada might not be able to help you from some of them

🐛 Or you could just regress in Dada’s room, which is much comfier anyways

🐛 If you end up having any type of accidents, he’s very gentle about the process, gently shushing and comforting you, drawing you a nice bath and picking out some comfy clothes

🐛 His clothes to be exact, what could be better?

🐛 If you’re ever embarrassed about using padding, he’d call you silly

🐛 There’s no reason too!! Whether for comfort, or medical, or just because, if it works for you, then he’s more than happy to help with the process

🐛 Your his baby after all, and he’s going to make sure you have the world <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I like the Caterpillar emoji, it's cute. :3 (also they didn't have any potions :\)

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #age regression headcanons #mk agere #shang tsung x reader #mk shang tsung #shang tsung #cg shang tsung #caregiver shang tsung #mortal kobmat deception #mortal kombat armageddon #< Those two are 3d games #Right??

[enquiringangel]

Pyrrhic

Cw for canon character death. Vaguely implied Michael/David.

-x-

“It’s over,” Star gasps, elated with her newfound freedom. “It’s finally over.” 

Michael doesn’t have the heart to tell her that it isn’t. 

When she throws her arms around him he hears her pulse in stereo, rapid thumps that gradually slow without fear to act as a piston. Beneath the burned flesh reek of Max’s demise—Dwayne’s too—he can smell coppery, garlicky water and the acid wash of human sweat. Even in the darkness of their unlit home Michael can see the gleam of perspiration cutting through the soot on her face, on Sam’s. 

He sees David clear as day, lying prone on the horns where Michael had thrown him, lifeless features cherubic and curiously smooth, as if someone had shaved his face in preparation for burial.  No longer does he feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, or the curious magnetic draw of David’s presence. 

What he does feel, as his mother and Sam pepper Grandpa with questions, is hunger. That terrible hunger like someone’s scraped his insides out with a melon baller, the monstrous desire that throbs in the roots of his fangs.  

David had laughed when Michael proclaimed himself not to be a killer. Had watched with grim satisfaction as Michael’s face twisted to reflect the nature of the beast within, had twisted to become just like him.  

How smug David would be, if only he were alive (unalive?) to be right. 

There’s a cold, hollow sensation in Michael’s chest as he drifts across the breezy living room past the ash-blind eyes of the stuffed mountain lion to study the body more closely.  

“Michael?” 

He ignores the questioning call of his name in favour of tracing the line of David’s cheek with the pads of his fingers. Sadness settles on him, but it’s a strange kind of sadness, distant like he’s experiencing it third-hand. The anger that burns in his chest is bright and purifying in comparison.  

“You lying son of a bitch,” he mutters. His newfound friends are all deader than dead, and for what? None of them had needed to die: not Marko, not Paul, not Dwayne. And definitely not David, who was never the head vampire to begin with. Monsters, murderers they were, but Michael would never have wished harm on them if he thought there was any other way. 

If he only knew the truth, would the outcome be the same? Perhaps it would – perhaps they would’ve come to avenge Max as they came to avenge Marko. Or perhaps they would’ve treated Max’s death with the same casual disregard he showed for theirs. 

“Stop fighting me, Michael! I don’t wanna kill you. Join us.” 

Michael can never know; there’s no one left to ask. A bitter smile curls his lips. “I didn’t want to either,” he says, like David can hear him.  

“Mike?” Sam moves towards him, sneakers scuffing through the dust. “You okay, bud?” His eyes are wide and white against his grubby face like the eyes of a startled animal. 

“Don’t,” Michael warns, turning away from him. He can’t tell what his own eyes look like at the moment. Better not to look. “Stay away from me.” 

“Michael, what’s wrong?” his mother asks, tired voice growing sharper with concern. She too, comes closer, heels clicking over the floorboards.  

“I said stay back,” he snaps. God, it’s like they want him to eat them. Michael sees no point in dancing around the subject; better to do it quick, like tearing off a Band-Aid. “You’re not safe near me; I’m still one of them.” A pause. “And I’m...really hungry.” 

Star now, adding her voice to the chorus. “What but that’s - me and Laddie are normal again, so why aren’t you?” She sounds so sad for him, like he’s the one who died or something.  

“Because I—” Michael trails off, his throat suddenly too small to let the words out. Do monsters cry? It seems so. 

“It’s because he made a kill,” Grandpa finishes for him.  

“No,” Sam exclaims, as if his horror over the matter can make it simply untrue. “That guy’s not even human!” 

Grandpa scratches his cheek. “I don’t know that humanity’s a requirement. Not exactly a lot of precedent – most vampires don’t exactly wait to start feeding.” 

“B-but, the comic book said—" 

“I told you before, this isn’t one of your comics.” Michael’s done talking now. The longer he stays, the harder this will be. There’s no way back. And what he is now is still him enough that it doesn’t want to eat any of the people here. Except Rambo #1 and Rambo #2; if he’s honest, he doesn’t feel a thing at the idea of eating them. But Sam will be sad, and this is going to mess him up enough without Michael chowing down on his friends right in front of him before he hits the road. 

Michael turns back to David’s corpse. It seems wrong to leave him here like this, to be buried in the back forty or left out on the lawn to meet the rising sun. There’s not much left of the others, but he can take David home. He gets one arm under David’s shoulders and one under his thighs and lifts him off the horns, which slip free from his chest with an unpleasant squelch, dark blood running down the horns and dripping onto the floor as David lies limp in his arms like the inverse image of a bride. 

He allows himself one backwards glance over his shoulder, his eye gleaming blue-yellow-blue as he drinks in the stricken realisation on his mother’s face, the confusion on Sam’s, the grim lines of acceptance across Grandpa’s features. “Don’t try and follow me,” he declares. “It won’t end well for you.” He doesn’t look at Star at all. 

Michael strides out into the balmy night air with his burden and rises into the sky.  

#sometimes we murder our darlings literally #the lost boys #michael tlb #the lost boys 1987 #i wrote this in like 20 minutes in the bath #my writing stuff

[cebwrites]

with a teasing s/o (Rosinante, Law, Killer)

i like this prompt a lot actually, y’all feel free to request more characters for this through my asks ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و 💕 

masc reader, he/they law, poly (KilKidd x reader) word count: 0.7k

Corazon

Oh, poor, sweet Rosi. 

You know damn good and well what you do to him when you pull him down by the little flaps on his hat to plant a big ol’ smooch on his cheek then pretend like nothing happened. His heart rate picks up, his knees feel like jelly, and before you know it you’re pulling him out of a nearby garbage bin or putting out another spontaneous fire on his person - sometimes both. He always turns the brightest shade of red and sputters, spins himself in circles trying to respond to your teases, though sometimes all he manages is a cute little pout and crossing his arms for a mock ‘silent’ treatment; it’s just not fair!

It’s okay, Rosinante can never stay mad at you - he was never really angry to begin with - especially not when you sign ‘I love you’ with a sheepish, apologetic smile and his poor gay little heart swells with all the affection, devotion, and admiration that he has for you.

Law

They don’t exactly take it well.

Law likes to think that they’re a person that keeps anything worth teasing close to heart, and that is true with anyone he’s not close with - but with his crew in the safety of the Tang, and especially with you, his boyfriend, in privacy of his own room - Law may or may not slip up every once and again, i.e. anything Germa related, the snow leopard plushy that he’s had with him since Swallow Island, or just in general how cute you think he is whenever he gets really into explaining or expanding on his hyperfixations. If you mention it to them as such, they’re appalled. How dare you imply that he’s any sort of cute, this is an outrage - you’re supposed to be the cute one in this relationship, not them.

It might turn into a petty squabble that actually has him avoiding you for a day or two, cooping up in his office for ‘work’ to deliberately minimize interacting with anyone that could possibly tease him. But you return from a late night bathroom trip to find him already under the covers, turned away from your side of the bed, you apologize if you made them uncomfortable, arms instinctively wrapping around their waist as you affectionately nose the crook of his neck from behind. Law huffs, saying that they’re not mad, and even if it is the wrong opinion, he wouldn’t mind trying to ‘debate’ it with you every now and again, but only if you accepted the premise that even if this was hypothetically true, that you’d still be the cuter one.

And, of course, they’re not the only one with things to tease about, darling  ♥️

Killer

He’s a man that gives as good as he takes, so prepare to be repaid in kind whatever you dish out.

Killer’s teasing is subtle, something you’d have to read between the lines to really pick up on and even then, will he tell you? God no, you started this, figure it out on your own. Killer’s just minding his own business, vibing and thriving. Eventually, it evolves into flat out, non-subtle yet passive aggressive flirting - Kill is always on the more reserved side of things but it’s definitely ramped up on his end, too, going as far ass smacking your ass along with his morning greeting in front of god, Kidd, and everybody. You no doubt get him back later with the same gesture as he walks off the ship to do some scouting with Wire, waving him goodbye as if the obscene gesture was nothing more than a peck on the cheek. 

The crew gets used to it relatively quickly, or at least after the first month of it. Kidd, in all of this, is mildly annoyed - partially because he was left out of the loop and he’s not at ALL grumbly (pouty) about it, and mostly because his boyfriends are acting like complete dweebs. At the end of it all, Kidd pulls you and Killer into his lap and makes a noise that more or less signals as ‘enough, quit your squabbling’

You and Kill put water under the bridge, but unfortunately for Kidd, he didn’t expect that this truce was only a pact for you and Killer to turn your combined teasing focus onto him, instead.

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #op x reader #op x you #one piece law #trafalgar law #trafalgar d law x reader #law x you #trafalgar law headcanons #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar d water law #x reader #law x reader #law x y/n #law x male reader #law x masc reader #poly #rosinante corazon #donquixote rosinante #rosi x reader #rosinante x y/n #one piece rosinante #op corazon #corazon one piece #donquixote corazon #corazon x reader #eustass kid #eustass kidd

[patchworkgargoyle]

OC Fic: all the words of the dead

So, in between working on my steddie big bang, I've been descending deeper and deeper into brainrot over my OC, Dominik (tag: goth babygirl dom).

Very long story short, we put him into a mafia!au and killed him off and then developed the slowest slow burn romance for him after the fact.

This is the letter he leaves in his will for @steves-strapcollection's OC, Sam. You'll find Sam's letter in response here (please read it, it's so so so good).

Anyway, I'm gonna go cry over them now. Have this totally out of context.

Rating: M || CW: main character death implied

Title from Bad Luck Again - The Rural Alberta Advantage

Hi Sam, my darling.

You know, I thought I’d only ever have one letter to write. When I got old enough to start needing a will, I only had Vinny to write to. I love Lucky and Gia, but Vinny and me… thick as thieves.

Then I come back from my enforced vacation, and suddenly he has a fiance who turns out to be my best friend. Two letters, then. Two people to care about with my whole, shrivelled little heart.

The third and fourth ones are new. Unexpected.

It was a fucking frustration and an honour to teach your daughter, though I wish almost as much as you do, I think, that she and her brother never got within a hundred miles of this world. For their sakes, and for yours. I tried my best to help prepare her. I hope it’s enough. But she's tough as fuck, and she’s got you and those two boys of hers looking out for her, though, so I’m sure she’ll be okay.

She’s the third letter.

This is the midst of the fourth. The last.

I hope that you knew you’d get a letter when the lawyers started handing them out. I hope you didn’t doubt it.  It’s okay if you did.

I’m sorry you’re getting one. I don’t know what happened to me, obviously, but I probably went and fucked up something somewhere and now I’ve paid for it. You know how it is.

I hope you weren’t there when I died. If you were, I’m sorry. So sorry. We spend so much time together now that it might be possible you saw what got me but I don’t want that on your shoulders. They carry too much already. You should put some of that down sometime. Give some of it to me

Don't let Vinny and Ziah waste time and money on a big, useless funeral for me. And try talking to them, if you need someone. I know you. You're not as stoic and unshakable as you'd like us to believe.

This is har    Fuck. I hate this.

I’d say I don’t remember when I knew my feelings for you were more than just being really horny and very fond of you but that’s a fucking lie. It’s been about a year now. I'd so cruelly sent you home for the night, but insisted I walk you to your truck, and we stopped to chat because we can't seem to get enough of each other I'm a greedy motherfucker at heart and didn't want you to go yet. I said something that made you laugh, really laugh. Can’t remember what the fuck I said. All I remember is what your face looks like when you smile like that, what you sound like when you’re happy. I had to kiss you then or I'd do something incredibly stupid otherwise. Also asked you to stay the night for the first time.

You’re one handsome bastard, you know that, right? It’s deeply unfair. You look even better when you're between my thighs.

You’re sleeping in my bedroom while I write this. No one’s ever slept in my bed with me. But you've done it so many times now I lost track. When I’m done with this fucking letter, I’m going to crawl back under the covers with you and feel safe there.

You’re such a surprise, Sam. I never thought I could have something like you. I feel indescribably lucky that I could. We should’ve had a normal life together, but I wouldn’t change this. Never.

There’s something for you, other than the cheque the lawyers’ll hand you. Ziah will know where it is. Don’t take it the wrong way. I wasn’t planning any big surprises. It’s just something to remember me by because I wasn’t sure what else you’d want. You can sell it if you don’t care for it, the sapphire’s worth something at least, small as it is. I told Vinny to let you take anything from my apartment you might want.

It’s cold over here at my desk, I should be in bed with you     gotta write another fucking version of this, christ

I don’t know how to end this. What a fucking mess.

I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you even though I don’t know what it’s like. Never been in love before. But it feels like this, I think, like wanting to be around you all the time. Craving you. Trusting you. Sharing what life we have. Choosing to let you in over and over.

Vulnerability. Being changed.

You don’t have to love me too. I’m not going to fucking guilt trip you into loving me, post-mortem. This is just some kind of re-realisation of mortality based confessional at this point. You won't see this version of the letter anyway. You'll get one with fewer mistakes.

Do you think we have something, at least? Are we something? I hope we are.

I’ll tell you I love you in the morning, if I’m not a coward.

Forgive me if I was.

Yours,

   -Dom

[[READ SAM'S LETTER HERE]]

#i'm miserable and having such a good time about it #goth babygirl dom #my darling sam #oc fic #sav scrawls stuff #samdom

[heyclickadee]

Thoughts on “Pabu!” (This got really long. As usual. I’m sorry.)

1.

2. It’s so sweet and wholesome and they have the choice to be at peace and they’re all so happy oh my goodness!!!

3. Sort of along the same sentiment as “Retrieval,” the emotional breather episode being one centered around the exploitation of child laborers: I don’t know what it says about how badly everything is going for all the characters in a series that the calm before the storm episode is one in which there’s a hugely destructive natural disaster in which a lot of people, including two children, almost die. Then again, the “almost” is probably the important part of that sentence.

4. On the one hand, it’s wild that this is happening in the same time as/concurrently with “The Outpost.” The emotional shift couldn’t be more of a 180. On the other hand, there is a strange sadness that runs under the surface all the way through “Pabu,” and the episodes directly parallel one another. Both feature the characters being taken to a completely new location, each one being directly opposite of each other (Deadly hostile Space Antarctica vs Warm Welcoming Space Paradise); Crosshair is taken to that new location by someone who views him as a piece of equipment and will only use his CT number, while Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, and Omega are taken to that new location by someone who views them as friends and who introduces them to others with their names; on arrival, both sets of characters are greeted by people who pretty much instantly welcome them as part of the community (in different ways, but the welcome is there in both cases) and show them around; and both sets of characters are faced with natural disasters endemic to the kinds of environments in which they find themselves and which also resemble each other to some degree (an avalanche and a tsunami) and have to try to save the communities who greeted them from the disaster or the after effects, to wildly different degrees of success. Crosshair and Mayday are on their own, and because Crosshair’s the only one trying to save Mayday and has literal negative support from everyone else on the base, he’s not able to save him, in the end. Hunter and the rest have each other, Phee, Shep, and the whole Pabu community, so they’re able to get everyone to safety in time and nobody dies. And, in both cases, the characters make seemingly final decisions that could define their futures at the end of each episode, with Crosshair choosing to kill Nolan and the rest of the batch choosing to stay in Pabu. There’s even a specific parallel between Crosshair and Mayday in the one episode and Omega and Lyana in the other. “Pabu!” It’s “The Outpost: Sunshine Edition.”

5. WRECKER BUDDY COME OVER TO MY PLACE I WILL MAKE YOU CHILI AND CORNBREAD AND PIE OF THE TIGER PIE AND TROUT AND MORE PIE AND HOMEMADE CINNAMON ROLLS and then probably have to crowdsource after that because you will eat me out of house and home BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NEVER FULL MY GUY THAT IS SO SAD. I mean, yes, it’s kind of a joke in the moment, but the fact that he’s always hungry? And. Like. Okay, here’s the thing—it’s not because the batch is intentionally starving him or anything like that. I don’t think anyone on the marauder goes to bed with a full stomach on a regular basis besides maybe Omega, and that’s a maybe, because it’s not as though they have a lot of money. And I don’t think it was the Kaminoans intentionally starving him either, not because they were being kind but because he was literally designed to be ridiculously strong, and you don’t get ridiculously strong by starving. But Wrecker’s spent probably most of his entire life living off of various kind of ration bars—food that’s prepared to be really nutritionally dense and life-sustaining, but not particularly satisfying. So he’s probably getting enough calories, but have you ever tried to live off of granola bars, power bars, jerky, actual rations, stuff like that? It’ll keep you going, but it’s not as though it fills you up. You’ll always be hungry.

6. Every time Hunter’s enhanced senses come up is a win in my book. I love that he’s a human seismometer.

7. “As a father, you couldn’t ask for a better place to raise a child.” *aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*

8. “I…have not heard her laugh like that…in some time.” *extremely distressed whale noises I am not okay*

9. Phee was really doing the hard sell for Pabu. I honestly really love that her motivation was really just trying to give Omega a chance to have a normal childhood and to give Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech the choice of living a normal life. She knows they’re wanted men on the run from the Empire AND their old boss, they’re her friends, she cares about their kid, and she’s pretty into one of them, so she decides that she’s going to take a risk by taking them to her own little personal safe haven and I love her for it. And I love the way that what we (and the characters) learn about her here really recontextualizes her actions and interactions with them in previous episodes.

10. Other people have covered this better than I could so I won’t dwell on it tooooo muuuuuuch, but Phee and Tech are so dang cute. I’m sorry. They’re adorable. And I love how low key it is. They’re not really together or an item by the end of the episode—it’s just her still being into him and sharing the stuff she loves with him, him learning more about who she is and being into her, too. It’s mutual attraction and a desire to spend more time together that could turn into something more. And the two things I really love about it most (besides that it’s cute and that it’s Tech who’s getting the romantic interest here) are that: one, Phee is a cool character in her own right and isn’t defined by being a romantic interest; and two, it actually fits pretty neatly into the arc that Tech’s been going through this season. Tech’s whole arc has been largely about having the opportunity to experience life as something other than the clone soldier he was manufactured to be. It’s having the opportunity to see the galaxy as being made of more than the republic, the separatists, or the Jedi, to explore cultures that predated them, to find a passion, to step up and be more of a parent, and so on. And having the opportunity to fall in love kind of fits into that, because that’s not really something (in my view) clones had much of an option to do. I mean, one night stands? Yup. Hook-ups behind a bar somewhere during leave (do clones even get leave)? Maybe some kind of long distance relationship with someone they met on a planet somewhere that inevitably falls apart because they’re never getting sent to that planet again or something along those lines? Sure. An actual relationship they can take slowly and commit to? Not a chance. I’m one of those people whose default state is to make everything platonic and to throw ace headcanons around like candy, but in this case? It’s nice that one of the clones has the choice to make a future with someone, if they want it. Especially since it’s not getting in the way of the characters, the already established sibling/parent relationships, or the story. Also, listen, if Phee wants a hot pilot boyfriend she can have one. She deserves it.

11. I’m really interested to see where the running thread of the existence of culture outside the war and importance of culture and people needing or preserving their culture and individuals needing their people and being reintegrated into their culture is going in the context of CF99 and their place as outliers in a culture that’s being killed off and only fourteen years old at most is going. Genuinely. It’s one of the most intriguing through-lines of this season.

12. I don’t know what’s going to happen to Pabu, and I don’t know that’s going to happen in “Tipping Point,” but I kind of hope the batch’s motivation to get back into things isn’t, say, the destruction of Pabu, but instead a desire to give people at risk the chance to find the kind of refuge they’ve been able to find there. I actually kind of wonder if the batch’s role isn’t going to be fighting the empire directly, exactly, once they do begin to take a more active role. Maybe between Pabu and getting Crosshair back (Jennifer please) it’s going to be finding and establishing safe havens for people trying to escape—clones, refugees, maybe even surviving jedi, anyone who needs a place to hide and live a normal life. But we’ll see.

13. Omega gets to have a friend! They were so cute!!

14. My sister said this episode kind of reminded her of “The Ember Island Players.” What she meant is that it’s the happy episode that occurs before everything falls apart, but. But. Can you imagine that a little more literally? CF99 going to see a cheesy fictionalized stage-version of their lives? Swap out, “Good soldiers follow orders,” with, “HONOOOOORR,” and you’re good.

#the bad batch #tbb spoilers #tbbspoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season two #it was so sweet #I can’t wait to see the agony that awaits us next week

[athetos]

my very long and devastated thoughts on The Traitor Baru Cormorant:

- Baru and Tain Hu became one of my favorite relationships out of nowhere and I was a fool for thinking it could have an even remotely happy ending.  I was hoping against hope that the author was going to throw us a bone and go out of their way to avoid the bury your gays trope at the last second, but no such luck.  My heart is broken.  I would have been upset but able to accept it if Tain Hu escaped and we never heard from her again, but instead the absolute cruelest possible option was taken instead.  I will never forgive them for what they have put me through... what they have put THEM through... but I understand.  Tain Hu herself is one of the most characters ever and I don’t think I’m prepared to handle 2 books of her haunting the pages.  I’m being very brave though. 

- Baru’s self-hatred and misery is so profound, especially over those last couple of chapters, that I felt like I was being sucked into a black hole.  I knew this would end poorly from the beginning because there is no way to cause change from the inside of something so vast and evil without becoming a monster yourself, but to think that it had come to this...  I hate that I can relate to what she’s feeling, it honestly dredges up memories I’ve tried very hard to forget, and it’s astounding this book is able to do that to me. 

- Tain Hu was the only person who didn’t try to use Baru as a pawn or a way to get power or heirs.  Fuck.

- I did not expect this much political theory and conspiracies but I was extremely surprised and impressed, I feel a lot of things were put into words that I wasn’t sure how to express.  I feel smarter somehow, but also a lot sadder.  Honestly, I think there’s stuff in here put in simple enough terms it’s going to help inform my viewpoints in real life.  That’s a lot.

- “I want to fuck women” was such a powerful and cathartic moment because I’m so used to seeing sapphic sexuality as being sanitized or purified, this innocent “omg i wanna hold a girl’s hand uwu” shit, and it drives me insane.  Like I’m sorry society, but I don’t want to be desexualized into something you’re comfortable with.  I want to fuck women and love with no limits and so that’s why this line was amazing because they could have very easily have said “i like women” or “I want to kiss women” or even “I don’t like men.”  But we got this banger of a confession.  Hell fucking yes, Baru.

- I love that even though most of the characters are pretty big assholes, they each have moments that make them likable, or even sympathetic, if only briefly. 

- I don’t know how to tell Baru this, but I don’t think Mother Pinion or Father Solit are going to forgive her and be like “yeah this was okay.  this was justified.”

-  gonna call it right now, Baru is not going to survive this.  There is no way she’s going to survive this whole thing, get her revenge (or not) and not end up killed, or committing suicide.  Like, there’s just no way.  She’s going to fucking die and I won’t even be mad or even sad in a way just distantly removed like “yep I knew it and it’s the way it had to happen.  Sorry.”

- What I want most from this next book, the Monster Baru Cormorant, is to show more of how beyond fucked up Falcrest is.  I want to see everyone in power, the absolute depravity behind the creation of the Clarified... I want to see all of it fucking burned down. 

- I have the next 2 books on hold at the library and it may take me a while to get through them because holy fuck are they depressing and hard but I need to know how this ends goddammit.  Was Tain Hu’s sacrifice WORTH it?

#baru cormorant #i hate it here

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 WeHo Trans Nights: Chapter 2 (Bianca Del Rio / BenDeLaCreme ; Multi) - Imafuckinglibra

A/N : Listen, this is once again just pure smut with a smiiiiidgen of plot. This mini series is just trans characters getting some good ol’ lovin from other trans characters and this week it’s the boys’ turn. Like last time the art for these guys will be up next queue pinky promise, k bye.

“Bet if we get you a drink, you’ll do it in one take,” Ben tried to lighten the mood with a reassuring hand on Roy’s shoulder.

They were in the small dressing room of their local comedy club, each preparing for their respective sets when the club promoter asked them to film a short reel for their next lineup. 

The usual who, when and what they’d be doing song and dance. Ben had seen Roy film a million of these before, but this was his first hosting gig and he was already cracking under the pressure and presumably a severe case of imposter syndrome. 

Unable to even pull himself together to film a simple video, let alone go out and face the crowd of drunk Wednesday night patrons after he bombed his opening few jokes. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” Ben tried again, this time sitting closer, trying to genuinely comfort him. “C’mon tell Uncie Ben, what’s yacking your yums?”

“It’s yucking,” Roy corrected, finally cracking a hint of a smile. “Yucking your yums, and that’s not what that means.” 

“Attaboy!” Ben patted his back. “See, you do have it in you to be helpful.”

“Oh fuck off!” Roy pushed him. 

A gesture Ben knew to read as his own unique little way of saying he appreciated him.

Roy was one of those work friends that had just never quite crossed the border into ‘real friends.’  They ran in similar circles, and were friendly enough, but they never spent much time together outside of the club.

Still, having his cranky confidant was a comfort — that miserable face he always looked for as soon as he walked through the door of their usual club.

“Spit it out, why are you all,” Ben waved his hand in the air, “brooding?”

“Brooding? I- fuck you, I’m not brooding.”

“You’re always brooding,” he rolled his eyes. “But this isn’t your usual brooding, this is a new self-sabotaging brooding.”

“Why don’t you—“ Roy sighed, pursing his lips into a relenting frown. “Ugh…fine, I kind of did something…” he thought it over but gave up. “I don’t know.”

“Oh god,” Ben reached for his imaginary pearls, eyes wide in horror. “You finally killed Joslyn. I knew it, I knew you’d snap one day I just didn’t expect-”

“Would you quit it? I ditched Shane’s party to go have sex with Kylie, okay,” he admitted. “And hey! They’ll never be able to pin that Joslyn shit on me, I know how to hide a body.”

“Oh you’re right,” Ben stood up, pacing the room. “It’s horrible. It’s worse than I thought! Oh my god, Roy,” he stopped to look Roy in the eyes. “You had sex with a beautiful woman and now your life is over.”

“Will you shut the fuck up!” Roy hit his arm.

“Why are you pouting about hitting the jackpot?” Ben came to sit on the counter in front of him, waving his palms in the air.

Roy flashed a shit-eating grin, adding, “Multiple times.” 

“Oh my god,” Ben dropped his hands to his sides. “Get out of my face before I forget I used to like you…How was it?” Ben suddenly asked. His curiosity had gotten the better of him.

“What?” 

“How was it?” Ben shrugged again, his face felt a little darker red than normal, hoping to live vicariously through Roy’s escapades.

“It was…um…“

“Wow, you’re even speechless. That good?” 

“Well, she-“ Roy’s voice broke into a laugh.

“What?” he interrupted him, “she came over and over and called you a god?”

“Not in so many words but…” Roy raised his eyebrows knowingly.

“Roy,” Ben sighed, digging the back of his knuckles into his eyes. “I hate you. I literally…hate you.”

“Wait, weren't you at the party?” Roy sat up straighter, his hands resting on Ben’s thighs.

 He was, but he didn’t particularly feel like talking about it. 

“What did Shane look like after we left? Was he pissed? It was right around when Trixie and Jinkx start—oh,” Roy flinched, pulling back and giving a sympathetic smile. “I forgot, sorry.”

“Oh it’s so fine,” Ben lied, the rise in his voice betrayed him. “But I don’t know, I just stayed till Jinkx showed up and then it got a little awkward.”

“Right,” Roy nodded, and Ben braced himself for the usual pity everyone showed when they talked about his decade long relationship ending. 

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not,” Roy’s pitch rose. “I just, I don’t want to talk about the whole deal with Shane or Kylie. It’s…” he frowned. “It’s complicated. I would rather just ‘brood’ and go find someone else to keep me warm for the night, I guess.”

Ben felt a little twinge of guilt tugging at him, suddenly unsure how to respond to this display of genuine human emotions from a man he thought was half robot. 

“I get what you mean.”  Ben reached out to pat his shoulder. “Since Jinkx and I broke up, I’ve tried reaching out to them just to talk it out, but it’s a weird feeling to have feelings for your friend…you feel me?”

“You are so annoying,” Roy rolled his eyes, grinning ear to ear.

“I know,” Ben nodded, happy to see Roy’s shoulders straighten out again.

“Be honest,” Roy sighed. “You’re not upset because you saw Jinkx at the party with someone new. It’s because that meant you couldn’t get laid, right?”

Leave it to Roy Haylock to be sympathetic in the most roundabout way possible.

“Can’t even try to deny it,” Ben shook his head, his lips pursed in disappointment. “Seriously, I’m so pent up I even winked at my toothbrush.”

“You’re kidding,” 

“It vibrates.” 

Roy’s head flopped backward, laughing louder than he’d heard him in a while.

“It’s bad, Roy. I’m desperate. Yesterday I went to a sex shop and the guy asked how he could help me, I said just give me anything that takes diesel.”

“You’re so stupid,” Roy wiped some tears from his eyes. “Ah…fuck.”

“We can’t all get the hot blondes, can we?”

“Oh please,” Roy huffed. “I’ve been just as dry as you since the party, so don’t try that shit.”

“You mean you’re not all exclusive now?” Ben decided to pry for his own self-satisfaction.

“You know I don’t do relationships, they’re just…not my thing,” Roy shrugged. “I like getting my yums yucked and that’s it.” 

“But I thought-” Ben stopped to frown at the shitty joke Roy made. “I just thought, since you-” 

“You can have sex without dating, Ben,” Roy interrupted with a dry tone. “You can even just have sex with friends if you don’t feel like looking around, it’s fine. Just don’t do it too often; apparently that leads to feelings.”

“Gross.” 

“Horrible,” Roy smiled. “But you know I’m right.”

“I know it’s just, I’ve been with Jinkx since before I transitioned. I haven’t had to date in a decade and it feels a little uncomfortable explaining all this,” he gestured to himself, waving his hands over his body. 

“Hm,” Roy nodded deep in thought. “Yeah, you are abhorrent to be around.”

“The phrase is terminally delightful, I’ll have you know.”

“I prefer you just terminal,” Roy smiled the same fake gotcha grin he gave to hecklers. 

Ben wanted to throw back another zinger but his mind had gone blank. He quickly took another sip from his drink to avoid Roy seeing him stumble.

“Is that another reason why you sleep with friends?” A lightbulb went off over Ben’s head.

“Not exactly,” Roy drew his words out as if he was considering a good way to answer. “But it does help — IF they already know. Adore and I were friends, but she didn’t know the first time we had sex and that was a whole mess.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, right,”  Ben shifted his weight from one foot to another, building the courage to ask. “So um-“ his voice cracked. “So what’re your plans after the show?”

“Nothing yet…” Roy’s dimples deepened into a knowing smile.

“I mean…we both know and we’re not particularly close friends so there’s no risk of it being weird and, you know, it might not be so bad having another option if your bed ever gets too cold.”

“Is that an invitation?” Roy stepped closer.

“Maybe.”

“Ben?” 

Ben looked up, “Yeah?”

“I want to hear you say it first,” Roy smiled, leaning closer to him. “Are you asking to go to bed with me?”

“I could be?” Ben flinched, suddenly too embarrassed to say the words. 

“That’s just maybe with more steps,” Roy grinned. “Yes or no baby.”

Ben’s eyes darted around nervously, finding it hard to keep eye contact or focus and his throat too dry to respond he grabbed Roy’s cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss.

“God yes,” he finally breathed. 

“Wait,” Roy pulled away. “You mean you want to do this right now?”

“Is that a problem?” 

“Not at all,” Roy leaned in, teasing him with another kiss. “You just didn’t seem like the type.”

“Maybe I’m broadening my horizons,” Ben moaned when Roy’s fingers ran through his hair, mentally rolling his eyes at himself. “Pretend you didn’t hear that.”

“Already?” Roy teased.

“Toothbrush.”

“Right, my bad.”

All tension left his body as Roy pressed him against the counter, his thigh between his legs pressing his packer against himself.

Roy’s hands traveled over his body, first caressing along his jaw till his lips replaced them, kissing his neck while his slender fingers whispered down his arms, leaving goosebumps in their trail. 

“Is this okay?” Roy asked when his hands rounded Ben’s hips, giving his ass a firm squeeze through his jeans. Ben nodded. “Use your words, tell me what you want.”

“Can you keep going?” Ben asked, reaching for Roy’s wrist to bring his hand towards his zipper. 

Roy smiled against him, licking a tender spot along his pulse point. “Then what?”

“Then, um-” Roy’s fingers slid down into Ben’s jeans, brushing against his dick. “Yeah, that.”

When Ben started wearing those foam packers built into his underwear at the start of his transition, he did it just because of general laziness, but now it gave Roy such easy access to his target that he couldn’t help but wonder if that was part of the design. 

“Wait!”

“What?” Roy abruptly stopped what he was doing, watching him first with panic then relief as he reached over to lock the door next to them. “Smart.”

“I know,” Ben smiled, wiggling his hips closer to Roy, “But we have to be quick, I have to be on stage in 10 minutes.”

“No, you don’t,” Roy pulled his fingers out to give them a good sloppy lick, “Alyssa’s on, you have at least 30.”

“That would be so much funnier after you finger me,” Ben noted. Cringing at his own brash words. 

“Oh is that what I’m doing?” Roy teased, pulling on Ben’s waistband so he could get a good view before he demanded, “ask nicely first.”

“Pretty please?” Ben felt like rolling his eyes, he wasn’t used to having to beg like this, but he kind of liked it.

Roy, still holding back his waistband so they could both watch, slid his wet fingers back between his thighs.

“Fuck!”  Ben gasped at the relief, forgetting momentarily where they were.

Holding onto the countertop a little tighter for stability, Ben rolled his hips up, grinding his dick between Roy’s flat fingers.

“Oh, that’s so good.” 

“Yeah?” Roy teased him a little longer, his whole hand sliding up and down Ben’s slit. 

His middle fingertip just barely applied any pressure to his entrance but it was enough that Ben could feel the coil in his stomach turn.

Ben reached for his wrist again, guiding his hand back further till Roy got the message.

“Do you want one or two?” he asked.

“One,” Ben swallowed a whimper as Roy’s finger worked him open. 

It felt amazing; the heel of Roy’s palm pressing firmly against him every time he’d curl back inside. All the while Roy watched him with intense focus, biting his lip.

“Faster,” Ben panted, his ass sliding lower off the counter to accommodate easier access for Roy. “But-but let me kiss you.”

Roy leaned in, pressing their bodies together, catching all his moans in his mouth just in time as he curled his finger inwards a little more forcefully, applying more of that intoxicating pressure.

He felt like exploding, like the only thing keeping him grounded was Roy, his lips against his, his flexing shoulder muscles that he clung onto. Even the digit he rode so thoroughly. The thrill of knowing they could be caught pushing him even further. 

Roy gave one more deep push and without warning he burst, all his muscles clenching and releasing over and over. Desperate to hold onto the feeling a little longer he clung onto Roy tighter till he could compose himself.

He waited for Roy to pull out, but instead, he carefully continued his original pattern, just slower. Even the palm against his dick eased up on its pressure, essentially holding him in place till his legs felt stable again.

“That felt really good,” he spoke in his normal tone again. Feeling a bit embarrassed for his reaction. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad,” Roy smiled, pulling his hand back. “But I have to go wash up before my set. We can pick up after, if you want?”

“Really?” 

“Of course,” Roy shrugged. “Didn’t think that’s all I’m leaving you with, did you? I have a reputation to uphold.”

“You’re not powered by diesel are you?” Ben laughed sheepishly, his face still glowing red.

“Nope,” Roy shook his head. “Last I checked just good ol’ Fireball.”

“Well then,” Ben jumped off the counter and zipped up his pants. “Let’s go get you some more!”

-

They were already making out as they entered the apartment, lazily exploring one another's bodies. Tender kisses while fingers spread through hair, down collars and shoulders even as they walked towards the couch. Only stopping when Roy’s calf hit the coffee table.

“Would-would you like something to drink?” Ben asked through their kiss. “Glass of water? A snack? Maybe an hors d’oeuvre?

“No thank you,” Roy smiled against his lips, dragging out another slow kiss. “But I really,” another kiss, “really I appreciate the hospitality.”

He could feel Ben relaxing into his touch, growing more comfortable in the way he was kissing him back, releasing that anxiety he held. 

Roy went to work removing Ben’s shirt, unbuttoning the god-awful rainbow button-up he wore. He could feel Ben’s breathing change but when he reached the last button, he felt his whole posture tighten.

“Huh,” Roy stood back after letting the shirt drop to the floor. He reached for Ben’s chest, gingerly feeling around his collarbones and the top of his pecs; anything not covered by his undershirt. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

“What?” 

“Nothing I just-” He shook his head. “I love a bitch who shaves their chest but not their pubes.”

“Oh. My. God.” Ben rolled his eyes, breaking into a relaxed laugh again. “Watch it,” he said, taking hold of Roy’s chin. “One of these days I’m getting you a muzzle.”

“You know you should wear just this more often,” Roy noted, paying no mind to Ben’s idle threats, tugging at the hem of his white tank top. “You look great in it.”

“You think so?” He blushed.

Roy didn’t answer; he let his actions speak for themselves, pulling Ben’s body against his own so their bulges pressed together, kissing along his stubbled jaw, his neck and down his clavicle. 

As much as he wanted to use his teeth and mark Ben’s pale skin, he didn’t want to put too much on him too fast.

Till he pulled off Ben’s shirt and saw his exposed torso, instinctively he reached for his sides, pulling his chest closer to suck on the skin near the center of his sternum. His teeth grazed the soft flesh, nipping delicately when Ben coughed.

“Um, could you be a little more careful around,” he circled his chest, “there? It’s still a little…unpleasant.”

“Gotcha,”  Roy skipped his chest, instead traveling lower to his belly, kissing below his belly button where Ben came alive. 

It was like a switch was flipped; Ben’s hands on the back of his head gently nudging him lower till Roy got the message. 

Roy helped him backwards to lay down on the corner sofa where he could more easily remove Ben’s jeans. 

The little whimpered breaths escaping Ben’s lips every time Roy’s hands touched a new part of his exposed skin made him almost too irresistible. 

He took his sweet time, making sure his nails raked up and down his legs whenever he’d remove another piece of clothing, especially his underwear. 

Ben’s hips practically bucked up on their own when he finally settled between his thighs, his fingertips dancing around his hip bones, over his belly and his rapidly rising and falling chest. 

Watching his body language intensely to gauge when he’d had enough. 

“If this is payback for heckling you during your set that one time,“ Ben sighed, sitting up on his elbows so he could see what was taking so long.

“Not at all,” Roy shook his head, following Ben’s eyes down to where his fingertips were playing with his haphazardly trimmed pubes. He kept getting so close to his dick but never close enough, no matter how much Ben’s hips tried wiggling closer. “I just like taking my time so I know what feels good.”

“What if I just tell you what feels good?” Ben snarked, more annoyed this time.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Roy’s tongue brushed against him, earning a long awaited moan, his deep voice practically vibrating through Roy’s body. 

“I see your point,” Ben swallowed, holding Roy’s head with the back of his hand. His hips riding against his face more with each deliberate flick of his tongue till Roy was satisfied enough spit had worked its way down. 

He gave another long, flat lick for good measure before working a finger in, tip first, steadily curling it inwards till Ben melted into nothingness.

He kissed along his thighs, sucking in bits of soft flesh as Ben fucked down into his finger till his moans turned ragged. 

“Oh, f-fuck!” Ben exclaimed, falling back into the sofa when Roy took his dick in his mouth again, sucking on it the same way he’d done his now bruised thighs, all while pressing a little harder into his g-spot. 

When he hollowed out his cheeks Ben was practically shaking, his knuckles tight on the blanket underneath him, and just when Roy started to feel him clench around his finger he pulled out. Leaving Ben practically weeping.

He knew it was a little cruel, but that was half the fun — feeling Ben get desperate. The way his body writhed under his touch was too delicious.

“Impatient?” 

“You have no idea,” Ben panted, catching a little giggle in his throat, his eyes still shut tight. 

“Here, can you keep yourself busy for a second while I grab the rod?” Roy asked, guiding Ben’s hand between his thighs.

“Sure.” Ben sat up, holding back from touching himself too much and spoiling the fun while he watched Roy. “What’s the rod?”

“It’s the,” Roy dug a black satin bag out of the backpack they’d dropped on the floor when they walked in. “The thing that makes me uh, erect. Unless…do you not want-“

“Oh!” Ben blushed, catching on to what Roy meant. “So you are actually going to-“

“Fuck you?” Roy smirked. “If you would like that, then yeah.”

“Hm-mh,” Ben nodded enthusiastically, clearly pleased with this turn of events. “I’d like that very much.”

“I mean,” Roy momentarily lost his train of thought as he watched Ben take his little solo session further, sliding his hand down to use his own wetness as lube to jerk off with. “Oh don’t do this to me,” he growled, palming himself through his pants, finding he was the one growing desperate now. “God I want to fuck you.”

“Better hurry up then.”

Roy didn’t waste any time removing his shoes, his pants or anything else in his way. He did his best to slip his rod into his packer while it was against him. A little awkward at first with his jeans unbuttoned around his hips but he managed. 

And Ben, with his own sense of urgency, certainly wasn’t going to complain about his efficiency.

“Here,” Roy finally stood back in front of him again, handing him a condom and a small foil packet of lube. 

This felt different for Ben than he thought it would, a sense of calm and almost comradery with Roy that he didn’t think he’d feel with new partners. 

Maybe because of their years-long acquaintanceship, or the fact that he knew Roy understood how to work his body better than most cis partners would.

“Ready?” Roy asked, looking down at him, eyes hungry as Ben worked his dick, slathering it in lube. Roy’s chest rose with every stroke, finally showing his own signs of impatience. 

“Uh huh.” He nodded, rolling over on all fours with his ass in the air so Roy would have a better angle to work with.

“Fuck, just look at you,” Roy exhaled, admiring Ben’s slick thighs and wet pubes, spreading him open with his fingers.

“Oh for the love of…just put it in already,” Ben caught himself.

“Well well,” Roy smacked him on the ass, rubbing his tip around Ben’s entrance. 

Given everything else, Ben expected Roy to be brash and controlling, just blindly shoving it in. But no, he actually took the time with his hands on the small of his back to guide it in as carefully as he could till Ben was ready to push back.

Still, he couldn’t help but let out a whine when he felt the familiar sharp pressure wash over him. It had been so long since he’d been with another partner, it almost took him by surprise how different he felt. 

“More.” He reached back and tapped Roy’s leg.

Roy’s hips moved slowly, thrusting his whole dick in till it hit his ass before he’d slide out. Praising him all the way with soft touches to his body. 

The back of his nails trailing thin lines along his thighs and up his ass, grabbing a fistful to use as leverage to push back into him.

“Fuck you’re good at that,” Ben moaned, dropping his head deeper into the sofa cushions.

He was so focused on all the sensations tingling along his skin and through his body, he almost missed Roy’s breathing pick up, but once he heard it he lasered in.

Paying close attention to every sound that came from him till he couldn’t resist sneaking a peek, peering over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Roy’s face.

He was beautiful, with his brows furrowed tight, eyes locked on where their bodies met, mouth opened as he let out deep breaths and hushed moans. Sweat beads collected on his chest, rising and falling faster.

Then he clocked it, every now and then he’d slip; he’d shut his eyes and try to catch his breath discreetly, his mouth contorting into silent curses as if he was holding himself back.

Ben couldn’t take it anymore, he nervously tapped back behind him, reaching for any part of him. “I..I’m gonna come…”

“Already?” Roy asked smugly, forcefully pulling Ben back against his chest, trapping him in his arms so he could pick up his pace.

“Shut up,” Ben groaned, guiding Roy’s hand to his dick. 

“Like before, please…like…” He croaked, turning into a ragdoll in Roy’s arms. “Like that…more like that…”

He had no clue how good it was going to feel until, out of nowhere, he couldn’t stop his hips from shaking.

The rest of his body tingled like he was about to experience the best out of control high of his life. Roy’s proud smile and own moans caught in the back of his neck as he pounded into him.

His hips slapping into his ass faster the more incoherent Ben’s cries grew till everything went into free fall. 

Any ability to breath or speak or even think was inexplicably lost on him. Like his whole body was being consumed by this deep pleasure washing over him.

He thanked God or whoever would listen for Roy’s arms still around him, grounding him as he slowly descended from whatever cloud he’d accidentally floated to. Talking him down with inaudible sweet nothings and kissing along his back. 

“Goddamn,” Roy sighed satisfactorily, carefully pulling out of him.

“I wouldn’t quite say you’re a god,” Ben curled his lip, “maybe god-like…god-esque.” 

“I’ll be sure to put that on my resumé,” Roy pushed him down into the couch pillows, back to his old self. 

“So do you use that thing on everyone?” he asked, now sitting upright when Roy came back from discarding the condom.

“Only if they want me to,” Roy shrugged, leaning down to kiss him tenderly, as if this was natural for them.

“And do they reward you for it?” He pulled their lips apart, unsure what else to do or say in the moment. 

“Only if I want them to.”

With his big puppy dog eyes still looking up at him, Ben reached for Roy’s half zipped jeans, sliding them off till he could step out of them.

“Do we still need this?” Ben asked, poking at Roy’s packer.

“Depends what you have in mind?”

“I can manage,” Ben smiled, running his hands towards Roy’s ass where he pulled off his underwear, making a mental note about the inside of his packer having ridges to grind against. “Close your eyes.”

Roy hesitated, but with a deep breath in he obeyed.

Ben reached behind him, fumbling with some of the blankets and pillows spread out on the sofa till he found his target.

Roy waited patiently, his lips twitching into a smile at the anticipation of what could possibly be waiting for him. 

“Oh…fu-uck,”  Roy moaned, his eyes shooting open when he felt something vibrate against him. “Dirty trick you pulled there, huh?”

“I know,” Ben blushed, proud of himself. With his free arm around Roy’s waist he pulled him down onto the seat, switching their original positions but this time with Ben between his legs.

He wasn’t much of a tease, preferring to get straight to the point and licking around Roy’s dick as soon as he got up close with it. Something which Roy, still rock hard and deprived of his earlier orgasm, greatly appreciated.

Roy was so lost in the moment he didn’t even pick up that Ben had reached for the packet of lube still next to him till he felt the cold sticky touch of the vibrator nudging around his core.

Normally Roy wouldn’t think twice about asking his partner to stick to his growth and avoid wandering hands or tongues. But after his encounter with Kylie he’d grown a new tolerance, some might even say fondness, for some experimenting.

Ben must’ve picked up on this as he asked, “is this okay?” 

“Yeah,” Roy gulped, finding his hips instinctively rolled up against the gentle buzzing of the toy. “But I think just, just keep that there.”

Ben followed orders extremely well, responding with glee to each hair tug or grunt coming from Roy, pleasuring him just how and where he needed it most.

“I’m so grateful you’re a better cocksucker than you are a writer,” Roy joked, grabbing a good handful of curly black hair so he could fuck his face.

“That’s it,” Ben pulled back, shaking his hand loose. He stood up, reached for the nearest piece of fabric and shoved it unceremoniously into Roy’s mouth before he could get another word out. “I warned you.”

Roy wanted to protest, but he was laughing too hard at the unexpected turn of events, ready to pull Ben’s underwear out of his mouth and throw another jab when he sunk between his legs again.

Hollowing his cheeks out around Roy’s dick, he swirled his tongue around the head, making him cry out in glorious ecstasy. He bit down into the underwear, feeling unexpectedly grateful for it as his hips bucked under him.

Pressing the tip of the toy he’d forgotten about against himself, causing a loud guttural moan he didn’t know he had in him. 

He looked up at Ben, frantically searching for his eyes to warn him of what was about to happen when Ben let his dick go with a loud pop. Flicking the tip with his pointed tongue instead.

“Oh fuck you,” Roy managed through the muffle of the fabric.

Roy was a mess. He could picture it, envisioning how pathetic he must have looked with his sweat drenched forehead, trembling thighs and clenched fists either side of Ben’s head as he rode him for dear life.

He was so close, right about to cross the threshold when the vibrations went from perfect to too much, overstimulating him in a way he wasn’t used to. 

“What do you need?” Ben asked, removing the underwear from his mouth. 

“This…it’s-it’s-“ he could barely form a sentence, feebly trying to reach for the toy but Ben got the general idea, turning it on a lower setting instead. “Yeah, that’s…it…fuck!”

Roy came louder than he’d anticipated, forgetting for a second about the person trapped between his clenched shut thighs till he heard Ben wince.

He let go, throwing his arms back either side of himself to grab whatever blankets laid under him when he felt the sensation change.

Ben, ever the fast learner, had shifted his technique; sliding Roy’s dick in and out between his lips while licking along the underside, easing him through the torturous sensitivity till he felt the knot in his belly tighten again. 

For probably the first time in his life, Roy was speechless, utterly out of a single word to say as he watched with strained eyes the way his dick disappeared between those thin lips. 

His mouth agape as he rode out the second wave till he couldn’t take it anymore. Unable to show any composure or even pretend to. His whole body shuddering uncontrollably as he fucked Ben’s face, whimpering broken commands and praises along the way.

Ben’s beautiful big eyes watching him with endearment he’d never noticed from him before.

“Jesus christ, that…that’s—“ He pulled out of Ben’s mouth, giving his dick a few more deliberate strokes till it stopped pulsing. “Fucking…perfect.”

Finally satisfied, he plopped himself down dramatically, arms stretched out above his head as Ben’s fingers massaged his thigh, caressing his sore muscles.

“God that was fun,” Ben surprised him by gliding his hands along his flexed abs, making his skin tingle with a strange delight. “Do…do you think we could, maybe do that again?”

“Oh we are definitely doing that again, goddamn.” Roy exhaled, a chuckle in his throat.

He could feel a wet spot under his butt, unsure if it was him or Ben’s spit from his sloppy blowjob. 

He ran his hand down his slit where they both watched as he pulled his finger back with a sticky line of his cum following out. “Jesus christ, I don’t think I’ve been like this in ages,” he laughed nervously. “I need a towel or something.”

“Oh my god, that’s so hot,” Ben said, watching him, practically licking his lips at the sight. 

“You like that baby?” Roy hammed it up, arching his back a little so Ben could get a first class view of his fingers spreading a mix of cum and lube around himself.

Ben reached over and with his thumb lifted Roy’s dick, gently rubbing the underside of it till it gave a weak twitch back to life. 

“I never realized how big you were,” he admitted, blushing slightly. “Real mouthful.” 

“Honduran.” Roy shrugged as if he hadn’t told that joke a million times, pulling Ben closer so they’d be straddled together. “Why? You are ready for a little more.”

He watched Ben pretend to think it over, eyes gleaming with enthusiasm as he nodded eagerly, “What’s another round between friends, right?” 

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Fate and Phantasms #278: The Dioscuri

alright, let’s get the obvious jokes out of the way. “you were expecting Jojo, but it was me!” “muda muda muda”, something about “za warudo”... yeah, I think we’re good.

Now that that’s out of our system, here’s the build for the Dioscuri, Castor and Pollux. Don’t expect me to remember which one’s which, it barely matters anyway when they’re joined at the hip.

These two are Tempest Clerics for a little bit of backing from Zeus, as well as Hunter Rangers for extra fighting style and attacks. And of course they’re... Eldritch Knight Fighters? That must be a typo. I mean obviously they’re echo knights, right? Nnnnope, definitely Eldritch. We’ll get to the bottom of this in the build breakdown.

If you want to read that breakdown, it’s below the cut. Otherwise, check out their character sheet over here!

Next up: I’ve heard of “thick skinned”, but this is ridiculous!

Race, Background, and Piety

One of them’s a god, one of them’s human, together that balances out to a demigod, a.k.a. an Aasimar. A Protector Aasimar specifically to guide sailors on stormy seas. Or to fly around kicking ass, either or. You get Darkvision so you can see which way you’re going in a storm, Celestial Resistance to necrotic and Radiant damage which... isn’t how lightning works, last time I checked. On the plus side your Healing Hands gives you a little more tenacity by letting you heal your level in HP once a day, and you learn the Light cantrip to lead the way for others. Also when you hit level three your Radiant Soul will light up, letting you transform for a minute by spending a bonus action. You can deal extra radiant damage once a turn equal to your level, plus you gain a flying speed. Yes, I’m using the Volo’s version of Aasimar because it’s stronger, die mad about it WotC.Oh, you also get +2 Wisdom and +1 Strength.

“God” isn’t a background, but fortunately you had a day job on the Argo so Sailor is a pretty solid backup. That gives you Athletics and Perception proficiency.

I know we made Zeus Heliod in Europa’s build, but you’re more on his “zap the unworthy” side than she is so we’re picking up on Keranos’s Klironomia instead. You gain some when you solve puzzles, smite the foolish humans, plan for threats, and build temples in his name. You lose some when you make rash decisions or give into rage, subvert wise actions, or fail to prepare for a situation. If you gather up 3+ points of piety, you can add 1d6 Lightning damage to your weapon attack Intelligence modifier times a day. At 10+, you can re-roll a failed wisdom or intelligence save once a day (great to avoid getting lost). At 25+, you have advantage on initiative checks to move faster than most people. And finally at 50+, you can increase your Intelligence or Wisdom by 2, and for once either is a good pick.

Ability Scores

Number one is Strength, it’s almost like you’re as strong as two people. After that is Constitution, a big part of your fighting style is just never getting tired. I would’ve gone for the Deft Explorer feature specifically for that, but moving faster than light is high level stuff, who knew. Your Dexterity is also pretty solid, since tripping at light speed probably would kill you. You’re not particularly dumb or smart, so your Intelligence is just okay. Your Wisdom is once again torn in two directions. You see good, but you get goaded easily. Er, one of you does. Regardless, we need it for multiclassing so we can’t dump it too much. That spot’s reserved for Charisma. The whole “siscon” thing y’all got going on is creepy, and it’s not like you’re a huge fan of other people anyway.

Class Levels

Fighter 1: Starting off as a fighter gets you a little more HP as well as proficiency with Strength and Constitution saves to stay on the ship. Heracles is driving that thing, it’s a miracle nobody’s been flung off yet. You also get Intimidation for the avenger side and Survival for the wait-maybe-I-dont-want-to-kill-everyone-around-me side. You also get a Fighting Style, and the only way to defend yourself and kinda-sorta your sister is to pick up a Superior Technique, specifically Parry. Once per short rest you can spend your reaction upon taking a melee hit to reduce the damage by 1d6 plus your dexterity modifier. Defense requires armor, which you clearly don’t wear, and Mariner prevents you from using a shield, which is what I assume that floaty disc thing is supposed to be. You definitely have the strength for heavy armor though, I’d highly recommend using that instead in your home game. Also you can use a Second Wind as a bonus action to chill out with your sibling for a bit for some extra health.

Fighter 2: Second level fighters can use an Action Surge to take a second action on their turn once a short rest. I mean. There’s two of you. Just kinda makes sense, don’t it?

Fighter 3: Okay, here’s the part where I defend Eldritch Knight. Echo Knight’s great, I love it and all its flavor but it’s all about being in two spaces at once. The Dioscuri don’t do that. Castor’s so over-protective they’re never seen more than a few feet apart. Medb summoned expendable lovers to protect her. Bonny and Read had vastly different fighting styles. Castor and Pollux practically fight as a single unit, so they’d barely use any of the Echo Knight’s features. Plus there’s a late-game feature for Eldritch Knight that works really well for moving faster than light, and uses less setup than what echos could do. For right now though, they get Weapon Bonds. You can bond up to two weapons to you over a short rest, and while bonded you can’t be disarmed against your will, and you can summon them to your hands as a bonus action, one at a time. Technically a shield isn’t a weapon, but it’s cool so I’d allow it. Boom, now you can summon Pollux’s longsword and Castor’s shield...thing wherever you are. You can also cast Spells using your intelligence modifier. That’s not good though, so most of these are gonna be the kind that don’t care about it. Booming Blade uses your weapon attacks so that’s fine. And if you want to protect your sister use Mage Armor to make her AC 13 plus your dexterity modifier or Shield to add 5 to your AC for a round. We’ll also pick up Lightning Lure for some klironomia-free lightning, and Catapult to make shield-throwing a reasonable tactic. Just make sure to get it back again.

Fighter 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to round up your Dexterity for stronger parries and armor, and grab a point for Wisdom too so we can multiclass. You can also Absorb Elements to be even deadlier on a storm-slicked deck. How cool would it be to parry lightning and then hit someone with it next turn? Very, that’s how cool it would be.

Fighter 5: Fifth level fighters get an Extra Attack. Again, two of you. Two attacks. Makes sense.

Cleric 1: With our melee settled, it’s time to diversify. With the help of Zeus you become a Tempest cleric, getting a second set of Spells (check the PHB to figure out the slots you get from multiclassing) that you cast and prepare using your Wisdom. Pick up Guidance to help sailors find their way, Resistance to beef up your own saves, and Thamaturgy to let your godly side loose. You also get first level spells like Bless to help with long-term journeys, Guiding Bolt to empower your allies while smiting fools, and Inflict Wounds for an option for Pollux’s sword even if you can’t summon it.

Cleric 2: Second level clerics can Channel Divinity once a short rest, choosing one of two options. Turn Undead is the generic option, sending undead creatures running if they fail a wisdom save. The reason we’re here though is for Destructive Wrath, letting you max out the damage of any sort of lightning or thunder damage you deal. Right now your biggest options are Booming Blade, but once we get some save-dependent stuff this will help keep the damage up even if someone makes their save.

Ranger 1: One last stop before we head back to fighter, I swear. As a ranger, you get proficiency in Nature to tell when it’s gonna be stormy. You also have a Favored Enemy (Like humans) that you’ll have advantage on tracking and recalling information about. I don’t know why they gave a whole class hateboners, but w/e. We’re also finally picking up Natural Explorer for all sorts of travel bonuses while moving on the Coast. And hopefully the ocean too. This gives you expertise in all intelligence and wisdom skills while on the sea, you can ignore difficult terrain while sailing, you can’t get lost, you remain alert while performing other tasks, you can sail stealthily at a normal pace while alone (idk why that wouldn’t work with friends? maybe Herc’s just loud.), and you can fish twice as effectively. There’s also something about tracking, but... it’s water.

Ranger 2: Second level rangers get another Fighting Style, and Dueling will put a little power in Pollux’s arms giving her a +2 to damage done with one-handed weapons. Since her other hand is taken up by your shield, this works out so her longsword’s just as deadly as it would be in two hands. You also get another another spell list which also uses your wisdom. Been a while since we’ve had a spell list this convoluted, huh? Hunter’s Mark adds extra damage to attacks you do to a specific creature, and Longstrider makes you a little bit faster without concentration. We’ll get there, I promise.

Ranger 3: At third level you become a Hunter, turning everyone around you into Hunter’s Prey. Specifically we’re picking up the Horde Breaker option, so you can make an extra attack once per turn as long as you target a different creature than the one you just hit. To make that easier, you can cast Zephyr Strike to avoid opportunity attacks for up to a minute, and during that time you can give yourself advantage on your next attack, dealing extra damage on its hit and increasing your walking speed by 30′. It’s pretty hard to block light, and everyone you’re killing is about to figure that out first-hand! Also Primeval Awareness lets you spend a spell slot to find weird creatures nearby. I’m sure that’ll be useful on the Argo. Running into Scylla and Charybdis would suck.

Fighter 6: Finally back in fighter! For your next ASI pick up the War Caster feat so you can cast all those cool spells you just got without needing an empty hand. You also get advantage on concentration saves and you can use spells as opportunity attacks if they target one creature.

Fighter 7: Seventh level Eldritch Knights can cast War Magic, so if you spend your action casting a spell you can spend your bonus action making a weapon attack. Except not, since being a Horde Breaker lets you make an extra attack even on your bonus action. Synergy is the name of the game here. Also you can cast Gust of Wind. In order to guide sailors, they first have to be moving. It’ll also push creatures away from your beloved sister, and can disperse gases or vapors and small flames.

Fighter 8: Eighth level fighters get another ASI, and let’s bump up that Strength score for harder hits. And for those of you really sold on the Echo Knight thing we’ll also pick up Mirror Image for ya. Admittedly four Dioscuri is a bit too many, but every time one of the fakes gets hit they poof away so it’ll fix itself eventually.

Fighter 9: Ninth level fighters are Indomitable, so you can re-roll a failed save once a day. I’d save this for saves you’re good at, but preventing failed death saves is always a good idea.

Fighter 10: A tenth level eldritch knight can make Eldritch Strikes, giving creatures you hit disadvantage on their next save against your spells. You also pick up Mage Hand since you sadly only have two hands as one person and Shatter for a bit of thunder. The lightning is coming, promise.

Fighter 11: Eleventh level fighters get an Extra Attack, so now you have three per action, up to six with action surge, and up to seven if you can pull off a horde breaker. You also pick up some St. Elmo’s Fire with Continual Flame. You can technically make this come out of literally any object you touch, so setting a whole ship on fire would be a really neat effect.

Fighter 12: That odd wisdom score’s been bugging me, so use this ASI to round up your Wisdom thanks to the Resilient feat. Now you’re proficient in wisdom saves too as a freebie.

Fighter 13: Thirteenth level fighters get another use of Indomitable per day, but more importantly you get third level spells like Lightning Bolt! Upcast this with your fourth level spell slot and use Destructive Wrath, and you’ve got a guaranteed 60 Lightning damage at anyone who fails their dex save!

Fighter 14: Use your last ASI to bump up your Intelligence for more electrifying attacks and stronger spell saves for your lightning bolts. You also learn one last spell, Ashardalon’s Stride. You get 20′ more movement, don’t provoke opportunity attacks by moving, and moving within 5′ of a creature or object deals fire damage to it once a turn. It’s a shame we can’t just call it lightning damage, but lightning does set stuff on fire, so it kind of works!

Fighter 15: With our final level you can push yourselves past your limits and move faster than light with an Arcane Charge. Immediately before or after using your Action Surge you can teleport up to 30′ feet away.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

Thanks to your spells, speed, and flight, you have tons of options for slipping in and out of combat at will. Pick your fights wisely and you’ll always have the advantage.

You can also deal consistent damage with a nearly-capped attack modifier and a pretty consistent four attacks per turn. Toss in a hunter’s mark and you’ve got solid output on a single target, or you can use your Horde Breaker and Ashardalon’s Stride to deal damage over a large number of creatures each turn.

While you can’t rely on your spells with the limited amount you get, they give you just enough variety in a fight to keep yourself from having any one glaring weakness. Roast flying enemies with spells, or fight them up close with swordplay. Protect yourself from spells with Absorb Elements, then shield yourself from weapon attacks with a solid Parry.

Cons:

Multiclassing really hurt this build with the stat requirements, which gives us a couple weaknesses. None of your spells are that strong, and without putting on heavy armor your AC and HP aren’t quite high enough to fight on the front lines without relying heavily on your ability to bounce out of combat, which requires your spells or Action Surge, both of which are limited use abilities.

You also come packing low charisma and no proficiency in charisma skills, so don’t be surprised when people don’t warm up to you after you threaten to murder them over and over again, Castor.

Your various features don’t work perfectly together, giving you some mixed signals. Horde Breaker wants you to fling yourself headfirst into a mob of enemies, but again that makes it hard to escape without spending limited resources. It also doesn’t sync well with Hunter’s Mark (ironically). And despite Natural Explorer boosting your intelligence and wisdom skills we’re not really a skill build to capitalize on that. Shocker, the variety build doesn’t have much focus.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND #Dioscuri #Fighter #Cleric #Ranger

[ladyshandioftheendless]

Shandi’s Whumptober!

Okay I lied.. Figures as soon as it gets dark my energy returns LOL but hopefully I’ll actually get to sleep eventually. In the meantime enjoy this sad little thing I cooked up??

TRIGGER WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH

~Shandi 

Day 4: Dead On Your Feet

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They didn’t have a lot of time. 

But Fox would let lightning strike him dead before he’d allow an innocent human to stay in harm’s way. 

They were well aware of the danger.

It was Halloween.

They knew the Crimson Witch would come back for the Rock.

And she did, more powerful than they had ever seen her. She managed to beat them all one by one. Even Demon was no match for her. She had definitely prepared for this. 

“GIVE ME ROCK!!” 

Her scream echoed in Fox’s ears. He willed himself to lift up his head. Even through his disorientation he could see that she had Bruce cornered. She held a gigantic red scythe in her hands. The same one she used to rip holes through the dimensions. She was ready make the kill. 

“GIVE ME ROCK!!” 

Bruce backed away until his back hit a wall. “I..I don’t know what you’re talking about!!” 

“YOU ARE PART OF KISS..HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW?!” 

“Because...we never told him..” Fox stood up and limped towards her.

“No, Eric stay back!!” Bruce shook his head and held out his arms. “You’re hurt..you’re no match for her!!”

“I know I’m not..” Fox replied, glowing a bright orange. “I’m sorry we never trusted you with all of our secrets. As one of us you had a right to know, even if you are human.” 

“Human..? Eric, I don’t--” 

“Understand? You will some day. I’m sure they will tell you after today..” 

“Eric, what are you doing..?” 

“I’m protecting you..and my friends..” Fox grit his teeth, extending his energy outward to create a portal. “Go. Take them and get out of here..” 

Bruce shook his head again. “I’m not leaving you here with her. She’ll kill you!” 

“Better me than any of you.” 

“Don’t say that. Eric..don’t do this.” 

“It’s about time I did something meaningful with my life.” Fox turned to Bruce with a sad smile. “I’m happy I got to know you. I’m glad we became friends~” 

“Eric..” 

“No more time for words. Take Paul and Gene and get out now.” 

As much as it hurt Bruce to agree he finally relented. He dragged Demon’s and StarChild’s unconscious bodies toward the portal. “This..doesn’t feel right at all.” 

“Trust me, it is. Please tell them I’m sorry..but there was no other way.”

“ENOUGH TALK!! AS SOON AS I’M DONE WITH YOU THEY’LL BE MINE!!”

Fox just grinned and glowed brighter, his aura taking the shake of a gigantic fox ready to pounce.

“Over my dead body.” 

~END~

#Whumptober 2022 #this is very sad and I'm sorry.. -_- #Shandi's KISSteriaverse #tw: character death

[talenlee]

Story Pile: Appare-Ranman!

When you’re an anime fan you have the beautiful luxury of being able to talk about ridiculous ideas that most people in your normal media sphere turned into something pretty pedestrian or never really expanded on, given a level of seriousness and gravitas that allows for a truly adult-level presentation that then usually also has some banging music and maybe a great combat scene or two. Such is the case of Appare-Ranman, which is an anime that can best be summarised as ‘Wacky Racers if it was a serious crime action drama,’ and you may think they did that, it was called The Great Race and it came out in 1965, to you I must say, why are you killing my buzz here. There’s only so much room to get excited about this speedrun of an anime and by providing that example of how my opening joke isn’t actually that good you’re forcing me to present a blunt metaphor for the way that Appare-Ranman! is an anime that’s about exactly as good as this opening paragraph.

Like it starts fun. There’s definitely something fun happening here.

But wew.

Okay, let’s just not get bogged down to start with. Appare-Ranman! is a story about the most neurodivergent inventor boy in all of Japan, sometime around the start of the Meiji era (so like, the 1870s), who kidnaps a samurai to go to America to participate in an Amazing Car Race with his Amazing Car that he has invented and made to work based entirely on his amazing scientific principle of what if cars were steamboats. This idea that had never occurred to anyone involved in the already-present discipline, apparently, of luxury sports cars, seemingly passed them by because if you know your history this was when they were trying to make steam powered planes.

They go to America! They enter the race! Something goes wrong! The racers have to team up against a new problem, because maybe the real checkered flag was the friends we made along the way. The finale of the series shows us a new race, starting again as our hero prepares to once more commit to the very stupid idea of piloting a car twice as large and heavy as everything, because that’s how physics work! Freeze frame, laugh, theme.

Appare-Ranman! is an anime that promises a lot and delivers some. The idea of it is sound: You have a whacky inventor type making steampunk machinery, and a variety of weirdoes working together to do a long-distance overland race in the grand tradition of real world races that are just happening all the time, don’t you know. The period of time means there’s trains and samurai and cowboys all happening at once but then also the anime layers atop it a thick layer of multicoloured swank, and then gives our weirdo cast of racers quirks like ‘secretly unvoiced giant man-child’ or ‘cowboy’ or ‘rich’ or ‘black’ or ‘woman’ and

And

Yeah phew that’s not comfortable.

Yeah the black character in this story is wearing a noose around his neck. Yeah, in 1868. Like, just as a point of fashion.

Phew.

Anyway, setting aside the ways that Appare-Ranman! gets  uncomfortable about race and also gender and also a lot of its history and now that I mention it it’s pretty weird about just the laws of physics but those aren’t so important because people aren’t affected but it is still weird to tell a car-racing story that doesn’t seem to care about cars at all, but anyway the thing is, this is an anime that promises you a ride. It’s framed as an explosive race, machinery endurance meeting with inventive genius and clashes of the new and the old, and part of what it’s trying to derive from is Jules Verne’s work.

It could be so good, because Appare himself, the main character is both a very good looking boy and a completely uncommunicative weirdo interested in solving problems in weird ways, which is a great representation for, statistically, about half of you, and the other half are just good looking and not boys. There’s a treatment of how his offhander, Kosame, has PTSD, and it renders him unable to fight (until he can), and a story about how Jing, the A Girl, refuses to be defined by being a woman and will show she can be a racer too, even if she, uh, is still Very Much A Girl and defined by doing all the nurturing stuff for

For

Hototo the Native American Boy.

Oooo boy.

It isn’t like ‘oh this is an anime that’s kinda cringe about race and gender and history, therefore it is bad, get a load of this wokelord,’ I am well aware that anime is a place full of these landmines and there’s nothing wrong with going into the media completely aware of these things and making your own choices. I love Summer Time Render, an anime that opens with the protagonist faceplanting into some boobs and then fast forwards to show you his little sister’s underwear multiple times. I am in a glass house here as far as liking anime that has Anime Bullshit in it.

The thing with Appare-Ranman! is that it’s the thing that it’s offering to talk about, the thing it promises, it just doesn’t deliver, so when you’re not getting a cool race to watch and a badass heist or fight or something to follow it up with you’re instead kind of just puttering around wondering what this show is doing or why. And that means you spend a lot of time watching the stuff on the side of the road as it whizzes past.  This is one of those anime where the last three episodes suddenly introduce a meaningful antagonist and threat and timeframe and now it all needs to get resolved real quick, and the worst part of it is if they introduced it and did it earlier, there’d be less of a race, which would be pretty good, because the race part of the story is boring.

I want to like this anime more than I do. I want to be able to show off how cool TJ is and see the way this character swaggers fit to justify the wearing a noose. But… like, you can’t.

There’s not that much here.

The game they’re playing doesn’t matter, who’s going to win it doesn’t matter, and they don’t do a good job showing it.

So of course this anime fails on race issues.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#Anime #Media #Story Pile

[andvys]

OKAY LETS GO

While Gareth and Frankie were prepared for your little plan, the rest of your friends had no idea what you were about to do. You were glad that Wayne left a few minutes before you though, you don’t want to give that poor man a heart attack. 

idk why but i read gwyneth instead of gareth and now he's gonna be gwyneth paltrow in my head

“Oh,” Eddie laughs, scratching the back of his neck, “well, just stuff we did before..” 

gay icons fr

“I’m really proud of you, man. You made it, you made your dreams come true and you found the girl. You’re living the life, Eds.”

he's living our dream life 😔

Eddie was always a bit emotional, tears always welled up in his eyes easily, his father always made him feel weak for crying, ‘men don’t cry’. It’s bullshit and luckily, Eddie always knew that. He never listened to the things his father told him, he wasn’t exactly a great example anyways. He never lived by the things he tries to teach him, he wanted to be nothing like him. 

AWWWW :(((

“Okay,” you shrug, “you better get in the shower, I’m not sleeping next to your sweaty ass.” 

SHES SUCH A MENACE SHE JUST KEEPS DRAGGING THEM LMAO

He nods, grinning at you as he takes his sweater off, folding it neatly on the couch, his jeans following. 

🤨 proof? 📸

“I liked Eddie,” he admits, the lingering sadness in his eyes makes you frown, “but uh, I wasn’t really aware of my feelings back then– well, I was but I wasn’t very acceptive of them. I knew we would never work out so I never tried anything. We were close, we did things together that I certainly wouldn’t do with other friends but he never showed me that he would actually want anything more than that and I was clearly too scared to make a move.”

oh that's so sad :(

As you lay here between two people that mean everything to you, you realize that things aren’t as bad as you thought they would be. Your friends here, they came here just for you. Steve is here, his presence calms you and most importantly, you have him. 

THE STEDDIE SANDWICH I REPEAT. THE STEDDIE SANDWICH 😳😳

“What’s up with you, smiley?” Eddie asks. 

I READ THAT AS SMELLY 😭 i thought my eyesight got worse and it's quite obvious now 😭

“Sounds like the title of a bad porn movie,” Eddie chuckles in amusement. 

I WAS ABOUT TO SAY 💀💀

You hated saying goodbye to Steve, again but he promised to come to Los Angeles when the tour is over. 

bye steve :(

“Yes, just like that!” The photographer, Phil, yells. “Give us more, girl.” 

phil is my new favorite character

“Did he just say male model?” Steve gasps. 

me and steve are grabbing popcorn rn

The corset hugs your waist and your chest tightly, the tiny little skirt does absolutely nothing to cover your ass and of course, they made you wear a fucking thong. The stockings on your legs and the high heels make you look dangerous. 

im phil suddenly 😳📸

“Every time someone looks at you or even touches you, I wanna rip their fucking hands off.” 

oh 🤨 pls don't tho 😁

That feeling of nausea has been haunting you for the past two weeks, every morning and night, you feel like you’re about to puke your guts out but nothing ever comes out. You barely eat, you struggle to do so. Every time you even bite into something, the bile in your throat rises and the panic settles in your chest– that weird feeling when you know you’re about to throw up. 

oh fuck no

“Hey sweet thing, long time no see,” he smiles. His eyes stop at the hand attached to your hip and he chuckles a little before he looks at Eddie who clenches his jaw at the pet name. 

fuck that guy 😐

One, the stupid baggie that contains that white powder that will definitely ruin your life. 

OH NO

He stares at the two lines, positive. 

NO WHAT. WHAT. NOOO WHAT 😳😳😳 girl FUCK THEM KIDS 😭 WHAT IS GOING ON

ANDY WHAT THE HELL!! YOURE KILLING ME WITH THESE CHAPTERS OMGGG i loved this one so so much 🥹 even though it was full of surprises it was so nice to read 🫶 amazing as always!!

YOUR REACTIONS MADE ME LAUGH LIKE ALWAYS 😭

NOT GWYNETH LMAO! that's his new name now😌

the gay icons never made it :( ugh they should've dated and then added reader to the relationship, Eddie that dumbass 😔

NOT SMELLY ✋🏻😭

Should we bring back Phil? He needs to take photos of the gay icons

"FUCK THEM KIDS" HAHA I'm sorry, Steve came too hard 😭

I'm happy you liked it🥺❤️

#andy’s asks #honey anon <3

[poppywrites41]

The Shelter (Levi x Fem Reader)

Once again, I am posting a fic at an ungodly hour… But who cares! When I finished writing, it was 23 FLIPPING PAGES on Word LMAO!! I like this one. Gonna be completely honest here, I wrote this thinking about MAPPA Levi, not WIT Levi, even though it is set a couple of years before Eren and his friends join the Survey Corps. I hope you all enjoy this one! Feedback is always appreciated!

Warnings: MINORS GET OUT Language, Violence?, Smut (masturbation), titans(🤢)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Attack on Titan Universe. All of these characters and most of the plot of this fic belong to my mortal enemy Isayama...

Masterlist

“Alright soldiers! Look alive!” Commander Erwin yelled as the Survey Corps approached the ginormous gates of Wall Rose to the Trost district, “Obey your captain’s command, follow every instruction, and don’t get lost.”

All the horses stopped at the gate as Erwin signaled the Garrison to open the gates. Y/N gulped as she watched the metal barrier being lifted. She has done this multiple times, yet she still gets shivers every time they leave the safety of Wall Rose. She recalled what happened the first time they left to scout after the attack of the Shiganshina district after she joined the Corps. There were titans waiting for them past the gate and they lost many good soldiers that day. It’s been a couple of years, but it still sends shivers down her spine…

“You okay, Y/N?” the girl’s friend, Petra, asks as she moved her horse closer to Y/N’s.

“Yeah…” Y/N sighed, “I always get goosebumps every time we leave this place.”

Petra nodded as she took a sip of water from her canteen, “Yeah so do I. But we’ll be fine! Levi has never lost one of us!”

Y/N scoffed, “That’s because he always makes sure we are all glued to each other’s sides. He hasn’t let us go after any titans on our last two scouting missions. He’s always so focused on finding more holes in Maria. Isn’t killing titans our job?”

“You’ll get your chance to kill titans soon,” Petra giggled, admiring her friend’s courage, “For now, we listen to our captain and do what we need to do now.”

Y/N groaned, “It’s like his old age is showing and we are feeling the effects of it.”

Petra snorted, looking back to see their captain zoning out as Hange excitedly rants on about her titan research, “Don’t let him hear that! You’re the best on our team, Y/N! I heard rumors that you might take over as second in command for our squad from Eld.”

“Like I would wanna be second in command to our grandfather,” Y/N snorted back, leaning closer to Petra to whisper to her friend, “How old is he anyway? Does anyone know?”

“Old enough to know that you two should be preparing yourselves to leave rather than griping like children.” A deep voice said, jolting the girls into an upright position on their horses.

“Captain!” they both saluted.

 The dark-haired man eyed Y/N, “Anything you wanted to say to my face, Y/L/N?”

“N-No Captain!”

“We were just wondering if we will be going after titans, sir!” Petra said, “All we’ve done was survey the area outside Rose…”

Levi glanced at Petra and looked back at the other girl. He knew she was the one who was restless to kill titans. Y/N is a good soldier. She had an efficient killing streak. He admired her tenacity against the beasts. He was thinking about promoting her to second in command, but she lacks the discipline to know when to fall back and when to resist the temptation to go off and kill titans.  

“We have our orders, soldier. Do you want to go against them and put my squad at risk?”

“No sir.” The girl replied.

“The Survey Corps is more than just killing titans, Y/L/N. I need you to understand that. I can’t have my squad babysitting you and losing their lives because you want to go off and sate your lust for titan blood.”

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes at her superior, “Yes, Captain.”

Levi’s brow twitched at the rude response from his subordinate, “Alright then. You can think more about this as you follow us from the rear. You can look out for your precious titans from there.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock. She was about to snap back at her captain, only to notice he pushed his horse ahead of them to speak with the Commander.

“Ugh!” Y/N groaned as she slumped in her saddle, “He totally hates me!”

“Probably,” Petra shrugged.

Y/N glared at her friend, “This is the part where my best friend tells me that he doesn’t hate me and that everything will be fine… ‘Don’t worry, Y/N! You’ll get that promotion and then you’ll get the Squad Leader promotion and then you can kill all the titans you want!’” she said in her best Petra impression.

Petra laughed, “I don’t think he hates you more than he’s disappointed in you.”

“Wow, way to make him sound like my dad…”

“You’re one of his best, Y/N! I’m sure he wants to give you that promotion. He just wants to make sure to understand the responsibility.”

Y/N groaned, “He’s so unbearable!”

Petra giggled, “That’s the complete opposite of what you used to say a few years ago~”

“Shut up!” Y/N said with a blush on her cheeks of embarrassment, “That was a long time ago when we first joined the corps…”

“But you liked him~”

“I used to, Petra. Keywords are ‘used to’!”

Y/N recalled that when she joined the Survey Corps years ago, her eyes fell on the dark-haired captain. He looked strong and, dare she thought, dominant. His deep voice when he spoke sent shivers down her spine. She did everything she could to prove herself to be put in his squad so that she could be near him. To say she was happy to be put in the Levi squad was an understatement. She was ecstatic. But every time she tried to get close to the captain, he turned her away, telling her that letting her emotions out that much like that would get her killed out in the field. So, Y/N gave up and focused on killing titans and things went back to normal… Well, somewhat. Y/N had mastered the art of hiding her emotions from her captain and squadmates, but she has never been able to get rid of what she felt towards him.

“Alright soldiers!” Erwin’s voice yelled, “Let’s move out! Follow your captains!”

“Hangeeee Squad!!” Hange yelled enthusiastically, “Let’s goooo!!”

“HANGEEEEE SQUAD!” her squad yelled back as they rode after their leader through the gates.

Y/N always admired how Hange kept her squad in high spirits. She wished Levi was more relaxed with them.

“Alright,” Levi said, signaling his squad, “Let’s go.”

They rode out the gates, followed by Mike, Nanaba, and Erwin’s squads, each going in different directions towards wall Maria.

Y/N groaned as she slowed her horse to allow her squad members to go ahead of her, grumbling curses at her leader. They rode for hours towards wall Maria, stopping sparingly for short periods to let their horses rest. Y/N would watch titans in the distance from the back, gritting her teeth. Levi meticulously kept them out of the titans’ line of sight so that they could make it to the wall. Once the sun began its descent, turning the sky into a pretty mix of purples and oranges, the Levi squad reached the wall.

“Alright,” the man called out as he hopped off his horse, “We’ll camp here tonight. The titans should be winding down by now, so we won’t have to worry about them. Eld and Gunther, go find wood to make a fire. Petra and Oluo start setting up camp. And Y/N,” he said, turning to the girl who was tying her horse to a tree, “you’re with me to survey the area. Have your ODM gear on.”

Y/N gulped as she followed her captain into the woods. They were silent as Levi looked at their surroundings, making sure they didn’t set up camp next to any sleeping titans. About 10 minutes in, Levi broke the silence.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet Y/L/N,” Levi said.

“I got put in timeout today by my captain,” Y/N said.

“Sounds like a bummer.”

“Oh, it was.” Y/N huffed.

“Maybe he had a good reason to. Maybe he wouldn’t have had to do that if his subordinate didn’t act like a rebellious teenager.” Levi said, sending a glare towards the girl.

“She is not a teenager!” Y/N hissed, “She is a grown woman. If her captain let her do what she was good at-”

“You put my squad at risk so many times, Y/L/N!” Levi growled, “You went off on your own multiple times to kill titans that didn’t know we were there on our last 5 missions! We had orders to survey the area and to avoid titans.”

“We also need to kill titans!” Y/N said, “It’s our job!”

“Our job is to protect the rest of humanity that is behind the walls, soldier. That includes our comrades risking their lives alongside us. Oluo almost got eaten the last time you went off on your own!”

“I had it covered…”

“Not from what I saw,” Levi said, “You went after 6 15-meter titans, Y/N. By the time we got there, you were running out of gas and had killed three!”

“Because they were ganging up on me! It was a struggle, but we killed them anyways! That was 6 fewer titans within wall Maria!”

“You could have been killed.”

“Then I would have died an honorable death, saving humanity. If you didn’t want to risk their lives, you didn’t need to come after me!”

“I had to, Y/N,” Levi growled, “I need you on this squad.”

Y/N paused and turned to Levi, “You need me?”

“Yes!” Levi sighed, “The Survey Corps needs you! You’re one of our best with one of the highest killstreaks. If you had died, we would have lost a big asset.”

“That’s all I am to you? An asset?”

“We’re all assets Y/L/N…”

“Would it kill you to treat us like people instead of assets, Captain?”

“I do treat you like people.”

“No, you don’t.” Y/N said, “Hange treats us like people. She knows us individually. She talks to us like normal people. She asks us about who we are outside of the Corps.”

“I know you.” Levi said, “You’re obsessed with killing titans to the point of your own destruction.”

“Okay,” Y/N huffed, “Then what’s my favorite food?”

“That is irrelevant information that I don’t need to bother myself with.”

“Okay then. Eld has been with you for longer than I have so what’s his favorite hobby?”

“Why do I need to know that?”

“He likes to write, Captain. He writes letters to his parents every week to let them know that he is okay. See?!” the girl exclaimed, walking away from the captain, “You don’t bother to get to know us! You only ever regard us as soldiers.”

“That’s because you are! I can’t treat you like anything more than soldiers, Y/L/N!”

“Yes, you can!” Y/N said, “It’s not that hard!

Levi sighed as he followed the girl, “Y/L/N…I really can’t…I just-Y/L/N!”

“Oh, please! Is the great Levi Ackerman too proud to have any fri-mph!” Y/N’s eyes widened in shock as she felt a hand slap against her mouth. She could feel her captain’s body pressed against her back, his hand on her arm to stop her from moving. Her face began to blush furiously at how close he was, her body shivered. ‘I don’t like him I don’t like him I don’t like him!’ she repeated to herself in her head.

“Shut up Y/L/N!” Levi hissed into her ear, causing the girl to blush even more, “You could’ve woken it up.”

Y/N looked ahead and saw a titan leaning against a tree with its eyes closed. She nodded, letting her captain know that she sees it. He sighed and took his hand off her mouth and stepped away.

Y/N grabbed her ODM blades and turned to her captain, “We can-”

“No.”

“Why not?!” Y/N whispered, “It’s asleep!”

“It’s far enough away from camp that it won’t notice us in the morning.”

“Are you being serious right now? Let me kill it.”

“Dead serious. Control yourself. Show me you can be responsible enough to be second in command.”

Y/N groaned as she took her hands off her gear and turned around, walking past Levi with a scowl on her face.

“Good job,” Levi said.

Y/N turned to tell him off when she saw him let out his cords, blades out as he flew towards the titan. The titan stirred at the sound, but before it could open its eyes, Levi had dug his blades into its nape, killing it instantly. Levi walked back towards Y/N, taking out a cloth to wipe the blood off his face.

“You just told me not to kill it,” Y/N growled folding her arms.

“I did.” The captain said.

“Then why did you?”

Levi shrugged, “I changed my mind. It was a little too close to camp for me and I felt like killing something.”

“Could’ve just killed me…” Y/N grumbled.

“Can’t do that Y/L/N. As much as you piss me off, you are-”

“Your big asset. Yeah, I know.” Y/N huffed as she walked back to camp, leaving her captain behind.

Levi gave out a sigh of frustration as the girl walked away. She had been giving him trouble since the day they met. He knew she liked him when she first joined his group and it troubled him then. When he lost Furlan and Isabel two years before, swore to himself to not get attached to anyone, to avoid getting hurt himself. Plus, he was a captain. Him getting together with his subordinate felt very wrong to him. So, he distanced himself from Y/N and told her that she was a soldier. Any form of attachment would ruin her. Then everything went back to normal. She was good at what she did. It impressed Levi at how far she had come with her training and her performance on their missions. Yet lately, she would act out and leave on her own to kill titans and it irked him greatly. The truth is, Levi did care about Y/N. Every time they left the safety of Wall Rose, he constantly worried about her. More about whether or not she would disobey orders and leave to kill titans on her own, but also her safety.

But tonight, the captain felt something new, and he didn’t like it one bit. When he grabbed Y/N to keep her from waking the titan, he felt her shiver in his grasp. He could feel her heart rate pick up through his chest and he felt her face heat up under his palm. The captain thought she reacted like that because she noticed the titan, but he realized it was because of him. He thought she was over that, wasn’t she? He looked up at the retreating figure of the woman, his eyes following the sway of her hips as she walked. His cheeks burned in embarrassment when he realized he was quite literally checking out his subordinate.

“Fucking idiot!” Levi hissed, punching his other arm, “Get it together…”

 Back at the camp, Y/N sat down next to the fire with a huff.

“Where’s the captain?” Eld asked.

“He’ll be along,” Y/N said with a wave of her hand.

Petra handed Y/N a bowl of rice and pork, “So how’d it go?”

“Boring as ever…” Y/N said, shoving a spoonful of food into her mouth.

Levi came out of the woods and sat on the other side of the fire. Eld brought him a bowl of food and sat next to him. It was mostly quiet while the squad ate. Oluo only broke the silence occasionally to ask where they were heading in the morning or if there were any plans made to recapture Maria. When everyone finished eating, they packed up all the supplies.

“Everyone get some sleep,” Levi said, “We are getting up early. We have three days to search as much as we can before we all meet back at Trost.”

Everyone saluted to their captain, except Y/N. Levi let it slide.

 Early the next morning, the Levi squad were already riding along the wall, looking for any other holes in the wall that titans could be getting through. Levi looked back at his squad to make sure they were still together. He saw Y/N bringing up the rear with an annoyed look on her face.

“Look alive, Y/L/N!” Levi called, “You should be looking behind us to make sure we aren’t being followed by titans.”

“’ Kay,” Y/N said, lazily turning around to look behind her and let out a gasp.

“What is it?!” Levi said, whipping his head back around.

“Absolutely nothing!” Y/N said with a smirk at her captain’s annoyed look, “You’re doing great Captain!”

Levi groaned as he turned back to face forward. Everyone in the squad looked at each other in confusion at Y/N’s snappiness towards the captain.

It went on like that for most of the day and it made everyone uneasy. When the squad stopped for a break, Eld walked up to his captain who was sitting next to his horse, sharpening his blades.

“Everything alright, Captain?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it?” Levi snapped.

“I mean, you are sharpening your blades.”

“What of it, Eld?”

“You only do that when you’re upset. Our blades are already sharpened for us.”

“What’s your point?”

“Did something happen between you and Y/N last night?”

Levi froze and glared at Eld, “Did she say anything?”

The man shook his head frantically, “N-No sir! We just noticed that you two are acting pretty hostile towards each other and it’s been putting us off.”

“What’s her deal, Eld?!” Levi sighed as he dropped his blades, running a hand through his hair, “One moment everything’s fine and the next I’m losing control of my squad…”

“Well,” Eld said, taking a seat next to his captain, “you can’t control people, Captain.”

“I know that…” Levi huffed, “It’s just that Y/L/N keeps disobeying orders because she wants to kill titans. It’s like she doesn’t realize that this is a team. We are a team. A team that almost dies every time she pulls a stupid stunt like that trying to save her ass!”

“Have you spoken to her about it?”

“I have.” Levi sighed, “I told her that her actions put everyone at risk and that she needs to control herself.”

Eld began to chuckle, earning a glare from Levi.

“What’s so funny?” Levi growled.

“I found out your problem!” Eld chuckled, “You’ve been telling her what’s been setting you off, but you have made no effort to hear what she has to say.”

“What excuse could she have to defend herself from disobeying direct orders from Darius and Erwin? Do you know how many times I had to defend her actions to those men?!”

“I understand,” Eld said, “but being the leader of a squad means knowing what is going on with each of your subordinates. You know that Commander Erwin knows everyone in the Survey Corps. He makes an effort to make sure that every individual in our division is alright. Making sure that your subordinates know that they can come to you about anything is crucial to their performance on the field.”

Levi stays silent, pondering the words of his second in command.

“Sir, permission to speak freely?” Eld asked.

“Isn’t that what I’m already letting you do?” Levi scoffed.

“Just making sure.” Eld said, “Look, captain. I understand why you distance yourself from us.”

“You do?” the man asked with a quirked brow.

Eld nodded, “Furlan and Isabel.”

Levi tensed at the names, “How do you-”

“Hange and Erwin told me.” Eld said, “When I was first assigned to your squad, I noticed that you never acted like the other squad leaders. You were reserved and not as outgoing as the others. You distanced yourself, only allowing those under you to speak about anything related to the Corps. When I was promoted to your second in command, I went to Hange and Erwin and asked them about you. I know I invaded your privacy, but I needed to understand you. Not as my captain, but as Levi Ackerman. I wanted to understand why you act the way you do.”

“So,” Levi said, looking down at his feet, “you concluded that those two were the reason.”

“They are.” Eld said, “They were your closest friends growing up and they followed you to the Survey Corps. Erwin said that when you first joined, you were silent and rude. But when Isabel and Furlan joined, you opened up. Then… when they died…”

“I closed up.” Levi finishes.

“What I’m trying to say, Captain is that it’s okay to open up again. It’s okay to build relationships outside of the Survey Corps. We could indeed die any day at any time, and it will destroy us to see our friends dead. But it’s the moments where we are together that are the best. I know that Y/N is having trouble. I’ve tried confronting her about it, but she refuses to discuss it. Petra is the only person in this squad who is close with Y/N. If you really want to know what’s going on with her, you need to listen to her. Not as Captain Levi of the Survey Corps, but as Levi Ackerman. Communication is important, especially for us.”

Levi nodded to Eld’s words of advice and chuckled.

“What is it?” Eld asked.

“You seem to know a lot about communication.” Levi chuckled, “You’d be a desirable husband.”

Eld gave a nervous smile, “I actually do have a girlfriend…”

Levi looked at him in surprise, “Really?”

“Yeah…” Eld said, “We’re going through a rough patch right now. Me going outside the wall for so long worries her to bits.”

“Does she want you to quit?”

“Yeah, she does,” Eld sighs, “But she knows that I won’t. She knows how important this is to me. She understands that every time I leave, I might not come back, but she stays with me anyways. It confused me at first, but now I consider myself the luckiest guy in the world.”

Levi nods and looks ahead to see Y/N talking with Petra while their horses ate grass. How would he even approach her? Will Y/N open up to him? Would they be able to solve whatever issue she was dealing with?

“Well,” Eld said standing up, “We should get moving. You can talk to Y/N when we set up camp later tonight.”

Levi nodded and called to his squad to get back on their horses.

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Their ride was peaceful for the first couple of hours. Y/N was still looking out for any titans from the back, but there were none to be seen. Her eyelids began to get heavy, for she didn’t sleep much the night before. Her mind kept replaying what happened between her and Captain Levi. She was about to fall asleep on her horse right then and there. She looked around one last time: nothing.

“Alright, buddy,” she said with a yawn, patting the horse's neck, “Just follow them if I fall asleep.”

As her eyes closed, three titans emerged out of the forest from behind.

“Y/L/N!” Levi called, “How does it look back there?”

When he received no response, he called again, “Y/L/N!”

He groaned in annoyance and turned his head, “Y/L/N!! When I call you-Y/N!!!”

The captain shouted her name when he saw her asleep on her horse, who had lost its distance from the group, as well as the titans who were running after her. He turned his horse and raced to Y/N.

“Everyone keep going! I’m going to get Y/N!” Levi yelled.

“We can help!” Petra cried.

“No!” Levi said, “Keep going! If we’re not back by nightfall, go find Erwin!” Levi said.

“Y/N!!” Gunther shouted as they rode away.

Y/N jolted awake at the shouting to see the squad getting further away and Captain Levi riding towards her, “What-”

Y/N screamed when she saw a giant hand reaching towards her. She looked up into the crazed eyes of the giant above her, frozen in fear. A 15-meter titan…

“Y/N!!”

She looked ahead to see Levi riding as fast as he could towards her, his face filled with fear. Right as she grabbed ahold of the hilt of her blades to pull them out, she was smacked from her horse's back. She flew across the ground, groaning in pain when her shoulder hit a rock. When she stilled, she tried to stand but fell on her knees. She looked down at her right leg and saw blood seeping through the material of her pants. She knew the cuts were only on the surface of her skin, but it hurt no less. She pulled out her blades and attempted to stand up to face the titan but fell to her knees in pain once again. The titan who knocked her off her horse stood in front of her and let out what seemed to be a laugh, enjoying watching its food struggle. It reached down towards the girl. Y/N screamed as she tried to back away from the giant hand. She looked around her to see if there was anything she could use her ODM gear to fly to, but there was nothing. She was stranded in the open with an injured shoulder and leg. She couldn’t fight back.

“Y/N!!”

She looked over to see Levi getting closer.

“Please…” Y/N cried to him as the giant hand wrapped around her torso. Y/N cried out in pain as the grip around her tightened as it lifted her into the air. Y/N screamed as she was brought up eye level to the face of the titan.

“Don’t!! Don’t!!” She cried as the beast opened its mouth, bringing her closer.

Suddenly, the other two titans rammed into them, reaching for her. The titan groaned and held her high above its head, out of reach of the other two. Then it leaned its head back opened its mouth once more.

“No! No!” Y/N cried trying to get out of its grip, but it was of no use. The titan opened its hand and Y/N fell towards its mouth.

Y/N looked down into the mouth of the titan in fear as she fell. She looked over to where Levi was, to see his horse. Wait…his horse? Where was-

“Y/N!”

Y/N looked up just in time to see Levi flying towards her. She closed her eyes as she prepared herself to feel the jaws close on her. He would be too late…

She felt something ram into her side and two arms wrap around her. When she opened her eyes, she saw Levi’s face.

“Hold on! Brace yourself!” he yelled.

Y/N closed her eyes as she felt a hand push her head closer to him. She heard him whistle right before they crashed into the ground.

“Come on, get up!” Levi said with a groan, already on his feet has his horse skidded to a stop next to him.

“I-I can’t! My l-leg!” Y/N hissed as she fell to her knees.

Levi cursed as he quickly picked her up and put her on the saddle. He looked back to see that the titans had noticed them and were running.

“Shit!” he hissed and jumped onto his horse behind Y/N, kicking it to start running. The horse sped off, running as fast as it could to lose the titans.

“W-What about the others?!” Y/N asked, trying to keep herself from slipping off. Levi wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her still.

“They went on ahead.” Levi said, “I told them that if we don’t find them by nightfall, they need to find Erwin.”

“Oh…Yeahh…” Y/N said, her body swaying in his hold, “Soundsssmart…”

“Y/N?” Levi asked, looking down at the girl to notice that she passed out, “Shit…”

He looked back at the titans, eyes widening when he noticed that 4 more had joined in the chase.

“Fucking bastards…” he cursed, looking around to see if he could find any sort of shelter to hide in. Y/N needed to be looked at. In the distance, he saw a small village. It looked somewhat intact. Maybe one of the houses had a basement or storm shelter…

“Come on girl!” Levi said, steering the horse in the direction of the village, leaving the titans to eat their dust.

Once they reached the village, Levi did a quick search of the houses and thank the walls one of them had a storm shelter. When he returned to his horse, he saw the titans getting closer. Springing into action, Levi grabbed his supply bags off his horse and brought Y/N down into his arms.

“Go!” Levi yelled at his horse. The beast took off into the forest. Levi ran into what was left of the house right as the titans arrived, immediately noticing him. Levi opened the latch with his foot and jumped inside. He prayed that the titans didn’t see where they went. When he set Y/N up against the wall, he made his way back to the entrance of the shelter and slowly cracked it open. The titans were walking around the village, pushing over what was left of the buildings to try and find where their meals went. Levi sighed and quietly shut the door.

“C-Captain?”

He looked up to see Y/N wincing in pain as she tried to get up.

“Stay down and keep your voice low.” He said as he made his way over to her.

Y/N sighed as she slumped back down against the wall, hissing in pain.

Levi opened his bag and took out a kit of medical supplies.

“Let me see it,” he said as he sat down next to her leg, lighting a couple of candles to bring some light in.

“I-I can do it…” Y/N said reaching for the supplies.

Levi pulled the kit away from her, “Let me see it.” He repeated.

Y/N sighed in defeat and pulled up her right pant leg, revealing a huge scratch running down her the side of it, blood seeping out of it. Levi looked further up her leg to notice blood on the side of her thigh.

“There’s more.” He said gesturing to the upper part of her leg.

Y/N panicked, “I-I can do it by myself, C-Captain…”

Levi sighed, “You won’t do as good a job as me.”

“C-Captain I-”

“Y/N.” Levi said, shutting the girl up at his use of her first name, “Just take this leg out. Please don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

Y/N gulped and nodded. She slowly unbuckled her pants, her face heating up in embarrassment, and carefully pulled her right leg out, wincing in pain a couple of times. Levi inspected the injury. It was a grass burn from when she was knocked off her horse, but she slid so much, the skin all along the side of her leg broke open. Levi turned to his bag and took out a rag and a canteen of water. He doused the rag in water, wringing it out a couple of times, and began wiping the dried blood and dirt from her leg and wound. Y/N’s body tensed up at the feeling of Levi’s hands on her leg. She used to dream about his hands on her…but in an entirely different situation…

Once Levi had gotten her leg wiped down from the dirt, he reached to grab a new rag and some rubbing alcohol.

“No!” Y/N hissed, “You are not putting that stuff on me!”

“Do you want to have your leg get infected?” Levi asked as he poured the alcohol on the rag, “Do you want your leg to get so bad that we have to cut it off?”

“I’ll take getting my leg chopped off,” Y/N said, pulling her leg closer to her chest, trying to ignore the pain.

“You’re unbelievable…” Levi sighed, “Give me your leg.”

“No.”

“It’s only going to hurt for a second.”

“I said no.”

Levi groaned as he moved, reaching the rag towards her leg. Y/N yelped and grabbed her captain’s hand. Levi’s eyes widened in alarm to her yelp and pushed her to the ground, his face inches away from hers.

“Be quiet!” he hissed, “If you make another sound, we are nothing more than titan fodder. Do you understand?”

Y/N nodded in understanding with a gulp, embarrassed by their compromising position; his hands on both sides of her head and one of his legs in between hers. Her younger self was screaming in delight.

“Now,” he breathed, “you are going to let me clean your wound and you are going to be quiet. Do you understand?”

Y/N nodded.

“Words, Y/L/N.”

“Y-Yes, sir…” Y/N replied with a shaky breath.

“Good.” Levi said, sitting back on his knees, “Sit up.”

Y/N slowly sat back up her body trembling in anticipation at the agony that liquid will give her.

Levi reached for her would with the rag. He looked up at her face,

“Quiet.”

Fire.

That’s what Y/N felt like once with rag meet her open flesh. She clenched her eyes shut and slapped a hand over her mouth, breathing heavily through her nose. Her other hand found her captain’s arm, clenching the fabric of his shirt in a deathlike grip. As he made his way down her leg, the pain worsened. Y/N swore she blacked out because when she opened her eyes, Levi was screwing the cap back onto the rubbing alcohol.

“See?” he said as he took out some cooling ointment, “Wasn’t too hard.”

“I want to die,” Y/N said, her body relaxing as her captain spread the cool ointment over her wound with his fingers.

“I won’t let you.” Levi said as he signaled her to turn on her side so he could place the gauze patches on her leg before he wrapped it, “We need you.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she turned, part of her ass on display to her captain. The captain luckily paid no mind as he immediately started placing the gauze on her leg. It was only when he grabbed the cloth wrapping, he realized his predicament. There he was greeted with the sight of part of his subordinate’s ass.

“C-Captain?” Y/N asked in a small voice.

Levi cleared his throat as he approached her, “I um am going to need you to lift your leg a bit… So, I can wrap it.”

Y/N nodded and slowly lifted her leg in embarrassment. Levi knelt behind her and placed the end of the cloth on her thigh. He let a shaky breath escape his mouth as he moved his hand around her leg, accidentally brushing his hand against her, causing Y/N’s body to tense up.

“S-Sorry about that…” Levi said.

“I-It’s fine…” Y/N whispered.

Levi quickly finished wrapping her leg and started busying himself with putting everything back. Neither of the two spoke. Y/N watched as Levi started to tidy up the storm shelter when he finished with his bags.

“D-Do you think the horses will be alright?” Y/N asked, desperate to have the silence gone.

“Titans don’t eat horses.” Levi said, “They’ll be fine.”

“I hope Lily’s alright…”

“Lily?” Levi questioned, looking at Y/N.

“My horse.” Y/N shrugged.

“You named your horse?”

“Of course! It’d be rude not to.” Y/N said, “They’re living beings too. They have their own personalities.”

“I guess…” Levi said, going back to rearranging the boxes.

“Didn’t you name your horse?” Y/N asked.

“Naming something creates an attachment, Y/L/N…”

“You’ve had that horse for how long and you didn’t even name her? Everyone can see that that horse is smitten with you. Honestly Captain, you’ll probably outlive the horse, and you won’t name her?!”

“That’s why I won’t name her.”

Her captain’s response threw Y/N off. He doesn’t want to name his horse because he might outlive her?

“Alright then,” Y/N said, “If you don’t name her, I will.”

“Whatever, I won’t use it…”

“Brad.”

“That’s a man’s name, Y/L/N. My horse is a female.”

“Alright, hmmmmm…” Y/N hummed in thought, “Oh! How about Charlotte?”

“Whatever…” Levi said with a sigh.

“It’s decided then!” Y/N said, “Her name from now on is Charlotte.”

After Y/N gave Levi’s horse a name, the silence returned fast and for a longer period.

“How long have we been here?” Y/N groaned, “If it’s night, we could probably head out.”

Levi paused his cleaning and walked to the doors of the shelter. He opened the door slightly just in time to see a giant head descending towards the shelter. His eyes widened and closed the door just in time. He stepped back as he saw the doors creak to the weight of the titan.

“Shit!” He hissed.

“What?” Y/N said aloud. Levi dove at her, covering her mouth with his hands.

Y/N squirmed against him to get him off her but froze when she heard loud snoring from outside. Y/N looked at Levi with fear in her eyes as he slowly pulled his hand away and put a finger to his lips.

“I-Is it…”

“Sleeping on top of the doors? Yeah…”

“O-Oh dear god…” Y/N said, her body shaking.

“We just need to be quiet and sleep.” Levi whispered as he got up and slowly walked to the corner of the shelter, “I found some old pillows in one of the boxes. Lay down and sleep.”

He handed Y/N a pillow. She took it and set it on the ground, laying her head on it.

“What about you?” she whispered.

“I’ll stay awake,” he said, “If it moves its head, I’ll wake you up and we’ll get out of here.”

Y/N nodded with a yawn and fell asleep in no time.

It had been a few hours since Y/N fell asleep, and now Levi was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He almost drifted off, until he heard the sound of teeth chattering. He looked over at Y/N and noticed that she was shivering. He realized that she was so used to sleeping by a fire, he forgot how chilly it gets at night. Levi got up and took his cloak off. He knelt by Y/N and draped it over her. Y/N’s shivering ceased as she snuggled closer to the cloak. Levi gave a soft chuckle at the sleeping girl and sat back down in his spot, his eyes closing as soon as he got settled.

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Y/N woke up feeling refreshed. She moved her leg a bit to see if it had gotten any better. It was sore, but it felt much better than yesterday. She noticed the green cloak bunched up at her side.

“You were shivering,” Levi said, “It’s not much, but you were better after.”

Y/N turned to her captain, seeing him rub the sleep from his eyes.

“Thank you…” Y/N said, “Weren’t you cold?”

“Nope. I was fine,” he said.

Y/N found herself blushing a bit at his morning voice.

Before she could say anything else, she felt the earth shake a bit beneath her and heard multiple groans from outside.

“They’re still here,” Levi grumbled.

Y/N sighed in defeat.

“How’s your leg?”

“A little better. Mostly sore.” Y/N replied.

“I’ll need to redress it tonight.”

“Okay…”

Silence fills the air once again. It annoyed Y/N, but she didn’t know what to talk to the captain about other than things related to the Survey Corps…

Neither of them said anything for most of the day. They just sat in silence, listening to the footsteps and groans of the titans outside. When the sun began to set, Levi took out two ration packs and handed one to Y/N. They ate in silence.

“Do you think they made it to Erwin?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah,” Levi said, “They’re efficient with their time. They probably told him what happened.”

“Do you think they’ll come for us?”

“Most likely.”

They ate in silence once again. Levi sighed and turned to Y/N, “Why do you keep disobeying orders?”

Y/N froze, she did not want to talk about it with her captain.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Bullshit, Y/L/N,” Levi groaned, “There is a reason, and you are not willing to share.”

“Why do you care, Captain?” Y/N glared, “You never ask us what’s bothering us. You don’t know anything about us! Why do you suddenly care?”

“Because I want to!” Levi said, “I want to be a better captain. I’m sorry I was so distant from everyone, and I want to change that. I want to help you overcome whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

Y/N sighed, “I’ll only tell you if you tell me the reason why you distance yourself from everyone.”

“No. I can’t do that.”

“Then I won’t tell you.” Y/N shrugged, earning a glare from her captain, “That’s how it is Captain! You can’t expect to help us to open ourselves to you if you won’t open yourself to us. That’s not how any relationship works.”

Levi sighed, “If it has something to do with the Survey Corps, just tell me.”

“It does and it doesn’t,” Y/N said, “Not telling unless you’re willing to share.”

“Fine!” Levi sighed in defeat, “I’ll tell you, but tell me what’s going on with you.”

Y/N sighed as she played with her fingers, staying quiet.

“Come on,” Levi sighed, “I want to help you. Just tell me.”

“I-I don’t know… It’s verrrry personal and it’ll probably make you uncomfortable.” Y/N said quietly. There was a small bit of silence between the two. Levi had an idea about what this was about, so he decided to rip the band-aid off.

“Is it about you liking me?”

Y/N’s head whipped to him in surprise, “How did you-”

“I’ve known since you joined my squad. You weren’t exactly subtle in your approaches.” Levi chuckled.

“I was young and stupid.” Y/N sighed, putting her head in her hands in shame.

“I thought you were over it, Y/L/N…” Levi said, his authoritative tone returning, “I thought you had moved on.”

“Believe me, I tried!” Y/N cried, looking up at him with tears brimming her eyes, “I tried…so hard to leave it alone….to forget about you…”

Levi sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“But it worked for a bit!” Y/N said, “Killing titans helped… It distracted me…But then when we started focusing on surveying instead…”

“You were frustrated being around me so much that you left on your own. Disobeying our orders.” Levi finished.

Y/N nodded in shame, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“This is something I can’t help you with Y/L/N…” Levi said.

“I understand.”

“Doing anything together could affect us and our team.”

“I know…”

They sat there in silence for a few minutes.

“I distance myself from everyone…because everyone I get close to dies,” Levi said.

Y/N looked up at him, “That can’t be true…”

“Levi chuckled, “I wish it weren’t true… My mother died when I was a kid, and my two best friends were eaten by titans on our first mission two years ago. Since then, I distanced myself from everyone.”

“So, you avoided making new relationships so that you wouldn’t feel bad if they died.” Y/N sighed.

“It’s worked so far.” Levi shrugged, “No one from my squad has died.”

“That’s because they’re good soldiers Levi, not because you distanced yourself from them.” Y/N said, “They are here because you trained them well and they are prepared for any situation.”

Levi shrugged.

“Captain, in this world, everyone dies. Whether we like it or not and whether we think it’s our fault or not. We never know when, where or how we die…but it’s inevitable. I’m sorry about your mother and your friends…But their deaths were most likely not your fault.”

“I left Farlan and Isabel by themselves because they told me to scout ahead and they got killed…” Levi hissed, “That sounds a lot like it was my fault…”

“No, it wasn’t!” Y/N said, “they told you to go! Their deaths were not your fault. It could have happened to anyone. Do you think they would want you to blame yourself? They could have run from that titan, but instead, they chose to fight it. They chose to do their duty instead of caring about themselves. They chose to lay down their lives. That’s what we all signed up for…we are choosing to lay down our lives for the cause. Captain, one day, hopefully never, we may not come home… But I want you to know that if any of us dies, we don’t want you to blame yourself. We care about you, Captain…”

“Thanks…” Levi sighed, getting up to grab a set of gauze patches and wrapping, “but I can’t help you with your issue with me… I won’t be able to do many things for you and it would be detrimental to both of us.”

Y/N sighed, “I know. I’ll work on it…”

Levi nodded and knelt next to her, hands reaching for her leg to unwrap it. Y/N waved a hand to stop him, “I’ll do it.”

Levi sat back and watched her struggle to take the bandage off. Her leg had become so sore, she couldn’t bend it far enough to reach her foot to undo it without hissing in pain.

“Need help?” Levi asked, seeing enough of the torture she was putting herself through.

“To the knee, then I’ll take over.”

Levi nodded and lifted her foot. He carefully unwrapped it, apologizing every time she winced in pain. When he got to the knee, he stopped and lifted his hands, “Your turn. While you do that, I’m going to take off the gauze and put more ointment on you.”

“Fine.” She said as she took over the unwrapping.

Levi carefully peeled off the gauze pads from her. The broken skin looked better and less inflamed; it began to scab over from the sides. The only thing new that showed up was the intense bruising that formed around the area. Levi ran his fingers over the bruise earning a hiss from the girl.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

Y/N nodded, “Y-Yeah. How does it look?”

“Your wound is beginning to scab over from the sides of your wound, but you have a lot of bruising that showed up throughout the night.”

“Yep. Felt the bruising…”

“I’ll put new ointment on,” Levi said as he opened the tube. He looked up at Y/N, “I’ll try to not put too much pressure.”

Y/N nodded and continued her work on her thigh, carefully peeling off the gauze. Levi put the ointment on her calf and spread it as carefully as he could. When he got to her knee, he paused a looked up at Y/N who raised her eyebrow at him.

“What?”

He gestured to her thigh, “You want to take over?”

“I’ll probably miss a spot.” Y/N replied, “You can do it.”

“You sure?”

Y/N nodded.

Levi crept closer to her and began spreading more of the cool ointment onto her thigh, calming her inflamed nerves. Y/N gave out a gentle sigh which caused Levi to pause and look up at her. Y/N looked at him, “T-That was because the ointment feels nice!” she quickly defended herself, “It’s cooling my thigh…”

“Sure…”

“It’s not because of you touching me, I swear!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Okay! I heard you…” Levi said, continuing his work on her, almost dreading the next steps.

“Okay…” he said with a shaky breath, “Can you…”

Y/N looked at him when he couldn’t finish his sentence. Levi looked away from her face and did a rolling signal with his finger. Oh… Y/N realized that after their talk, he might feel uncomfortable.

“We don’t have to-”

“It’ll get infected if we don’t.”

“But you look-”

“It doesn’t matter.” Levi snapped, “We’re adults. Let’s act like them. It’s not going to kill us…”

Y/N sighed with embarrassment once again as she turned to her side, focusing her eyes on the wall facing her. When she turned, Levi was once again greeted by her ass. He didn’t know how he ignored it the first time, but after their talk, he couldn’t not glance at it. It was a nice ass. Even he couldn’t say it wasn’t. Y/N was attractive, but he couldn’t admit that. No, scratch that. He didn’t want to admit it. He’s seen her work out in her athletic wear and he knew she had an attractive figure, but he never looked at her as a woman, until now…

“C-Captain?” Y/N said nervously, shaking Levi out of his thoughts.

“Sorry…” he said, “Lost in thought. I’ll start at your calf.”

Y/N stayed silent while Levi got to work on placing the gauze on her and wrapping her calf.

“What were you thinking about?” Y/N asked.

Levi paused at his spot wrapping her knee, “I was thinking about some new training regiments we could do when we get back home…” he lied.

“Oh.”

Levi’s heart began to beat faster as he approached her upper thigh. He looked over at Y/N’s face, which had a tinge of pink cover her cheeks.

“You okay?” he asked her.

She nodded her head once, “Y-Yeah…You?”

“Yeah,” Levi said with a sigh. He moved his free hand under her thigh to lift it a little higher, careful to avoid her bruising. Her skin felt so soft under his touch as he wrapped her, slowly moving upwards until his hand was centimeters from her clothed core. He noticed that her skin got warmer as he moved his hand up her thigh. He looked at her once he finished, her face flushed, tiny pants of breath escaping her lips, eyes shut tight. She looked…beautiful. Levi clenched his jaw, knowing he was most likely going to regret what he was about to do… but fuck everything.

“Y/N…”

Y/N opened her eyes and moved to sit back up again, “What is it?”

Her eyes widened as she felt the captain grab her face with his hands and place his lips on hers. The captain was kissing her… Not just any captain, Captain Levi.

“C-Captain…” Y/N gasped, earning a groan from the man.

“Just shut and kiss me, Y/N,” Levi growled.

Y/N closed her eyes and returned the kiss, mouth parting to let the captain slip in his tongue to meet hers. Y/N felt like she was dreaming. Having his rough lips against her made her forget about the situation they were in. She forgot that they were within the titan-infested land with titans right outside, looking for them. Levi was in the same boat as her. Usually, he would feel like throwing up at the sight of people kissing the way they were kissing at that moment, but now he understood how good it felt. How good her lips felt on his. However, he was snapped out of his thoughts when Y/N let out a moan. He opened his eyes and pulled back immediately. Y/N slapped a hand over her mouth in shock at what she had just done. They both went deadly still as the thumping of giant feet came to a halt right in front of the shelter. Levi looked at Y/N as she was shaking in fear. He knew that if the titans found out they were in here, she wouldn’t be able to get away. Levi quickly picked her up and moved her further into the shadows of the shelter. Hopefully, if the titan opened the doors, it would only see Levi and not see her. Y/N watched as Levi quickly put on his ODM gear, crouching on his knees, ready to fly out the second the doors opened. Y/N’s breath hitched at the sound of something scratching the doors. She looked at Levi in fear.

‘It’ll be okay’ he mouthed.

Just then the sound of a horses’ whinny pierced the air. The scratching stopped and the footsteps resumed, sounding softer and softer. Levi went to the door and cracked it open slightly. He looked out to see his horse run towards the forest, the titans chasing it.

“Clever girl.” Levi chuckled as he closed the door, sitting down next to Y/N.

“What happened?”

“My horse got their attention and led them to the forest, they probably think that she had a rider on her back.”

“Charlotte stayed here?”

“She kept her distance,” Levi said, getting up again to take off his ODM gear, “I trained her to do that. If I am in a predicament with titans, she stays by but keeps her distance until I call her.”

“How did she know we were here?”

“She’s a horse, Y/N, not a goldfish.” He chuckled, “She probably saw me jump in here with you as she was running off.”

“Clever girl indeed,” Y/N said with a smile as he sat back down next to her.

“Yep.”

“Were you going to fight all seven of those titans?”

“If I had to, yes.”

 “Sorry.” Y/N said with a blush, Levi looked at her in confusion, “For…moaning too loud.”

Levi chuckled at the girl’s apology.

“It’s not funny!” Y/N said, “I could’ve gotten us killed because I was too invested in that moment!”

“I’m just glad you did before I could.” Levi smirked, “God how embarrassing would that be?”

“It was embarrassing to me!!” Y/N said, punching his arm.

The two sat in silence for a minute until Y/N spoke up.

“So, you liked it?”

Levi shrugged, “Well I didn’t hate it.”

Y/N nodded and looked down at her nails, picking the skin around them, thinking that Levi didn’t enjoy the kiss. Levi noticed her action and placed a hand under her jaw, turning her to look up at him.

“That was a joke.” He said as he placed his lips on hers, “I did like it.”

Y/N sighed into the kiss. Enjoying the feeling of their lips molding against each other. After a couple of minutes of nonstop lip-locking, Y/N felt her core flaring up. She began to rub her thighs in need. Levi noticed her squirming and detached himself from her, a small groan escaping her lips.

"We can’t do that here,” he said, “You’re injured.”

“I-I know…” Y/N panted, “I-I just n-need release!”

Levi nodded and pushed her other pantleg down her thigh.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Helping,” Levi said as he recaptured her lips.

Y/N let out a muffled moan when she felt his fingers rub her core through her panties. Levi could feel the warm wetness begin to gather on the clothing. Curious to feel more, he slipped his hand below her panties, earning another gasp from the girl.

“M-More...” Y/N panted.

Levi hummed at her request and slowly inserted a finger into her hole, another moan escaping her lips. Levi mentally thanked Charlotte for keeping the titans occupied as he thrust his finger in and out of the woman.

“C-Captain-”

“Levi.” He corrected her.

“L-Levi…” Y/N panted, looking down at his pants, “Y-You’re…”

Levi followed her gaze to his groin, noticing the bulge straining against his pants. Y/N reached for his belt, undoing the clasps. Levi grabbed her hand with his free one.

“What are you doing?”

“R-Returning the f-favor.”

“I don’t need you-”

“P-Please let me~” Y/N groaned bucking her hips into his hand in an attempt to get him to continue what he was doing.

Levi nodded to let her continue, moving his hand in her panties again. Once finished with the belt, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, pulling his underwear down enough for his cock to spring free already leaking with precum. Y/N admired it as she ran a hand over the tip, earning a shivered moan from her captain. He had an impressive length and girth which excited her even more for the future. Y/N let out a gasp as she felt another finger thrusting into her.

“D-Do something,” Levi growled.

Y/N nodded and began pumping him, spreading his precum all over him to make it easier. Levi moaned at the feeling of her hand on him. He began to pressure her clit with his thumb, rubbing in circles. Y/N’s back arched off the wall with a gasp at the new sensation, her hand gripping Levi a little harder as she jerked him, him hissing in pleasure as well. Y/N felt her walls begin to tighten.

“L-Levi~”

“I-I know!” he groaned as her hand picked up its pace. Levi added more pressure to his thumb and rubbed her insides with his fingers every time he thrust them in.

“Levi!” she whimpered, “I-I’m-”

Levi smashed his lips against hers, drinking in her moans as her body spasmed under him. When he pulled his hand out of her, he looked at his fingers covered in her release. Y/N watched him with wide eyes as he put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. She never thought she would ever see the captain do something as sinfully sexy as that.

Levi smirked at her as he licked some of her juices on his lips, “Tasty.”

Y/N looked down in embarrassment when she realized that she never finished him off. Turning onto her good him, she leaned over her leg and took him in her mouth. Levi let out a sinful moan at the feeling of her mouth on him. Y/N began to bob her head up and down his length, giving a suck on the tip every time. Levi grabbed a fistful of her hair with a groan, hips thrusting up to meet her mouth. Y/N almost choked when he did that, so she used both hands the hold his hips down.

“Y-Y/N…” Levi panted, “Don’t stop! Almost there…”

Y/N felt him twitching in her mouth. He was close…so close…She pulled her mouth back to up his tip and gave him one big suck.

“Y/N!” Levi groaned as he kept her head still, shooting his seed into her mouth. When Levi relaxed, he let go of her head and she sat up, still holding his cum in her shut mouth.

“You don’t have to swallow that shit.” He said as he tried to catch his breath.

Y/N chuckled from her throat. Levi’s eyes widened as he watched her swallow.

“A little bitter,” she said with a smirk, “but not bad.”

Levi groaned as he got up and grabbed a rag from his bag, wiping himself. When he tucked himself in, he turned to Y/N, “Need a rag?”

“Sure.”

Levi tossed her a rag and wiped herself. When she finished, she tossed the rag back into his open hand and pulled her panties back up.

“We ran out of gauze and wrapping. Might as well put your pants back on.”

“I might need help with that.”

Levi looked at her pointing to her injured leg, “I guess you could use some assistance.”

Levi knelt in front of her feet and pulled the other pant leg down to her ankle so that she wouldn’t have to bend the other leg. He moved her injured leg into the right pant and pulled them up to her knees.

“Did that hurt?”

“No,” Y/N said, “It’s my thigh I’m worried about.”

Levi nodded, “I’m going to have to have you standing for that. I’ll pick you up, just try to stay balanced.”

Y/N nodded as Levi stood above her, one foot outside her hips. She raised her arms as Levi curled his under her armpits.

“Ready? One, two, three…” he groaned as he pulled her up with him. She almost lost her balance, not able to apply too much weight to her right leg.

“Hold onto me,” Levi said, looking down into her eyes.

Y/N nodded and held onto his shoulder as he bent down a little to pull up her pants. Y/N winced a couple of times his thumb pressed into her injury and every time, Levi apologized. When he finished buttoning her pants and adjusting her belt, he slowly helped her back into the floor against the wall.

“Well, that was…fun.” Y/N said, unsure of what to call whatever ‘that’ was.

Levi snorted as he sat down next to her, allowing her to rest her head against his shoulder, “It was fun.”

They sat in silence. That was until the sound of hooves raced by along with a neigh of, what seemed to be, excitement with many giant footsteps following a bit behind, causing the two to laughed.

“Someone else is having fun.” Y/N giggled, “Won’t she get tired?”

Levi chuckled, “No. She could do that for hours. She won’t be chased by them for long anyway. It’s getting dark. They should be asleep in the next 10, 15 minutes. Give or take.”

“Do you regret what we did…Levi?”

Levi sighed, “Will you continue to disobey orders and go off on your own on future missions?”

Y/N shook her head, knowing that she was speaking to her captain at that moment, not her lover, “No sir.”

Levi gave her a soft smile and kissed her forehead, “then no, I don’t regret it.”

They heard hooves slowly padding towards the door then stop. Then they heard a snort and a scratch at the door.

“Looks like they’re asleep,” Levi said as he got up and walked up to the door. He opened it a little and was greeted by the black nose of his steed.

“Hey girl,” he cooed, letting the horse lick his hand, “Did they fall asleep?”

He peeked his head out of the door and saw the titans fast asleep. He reached up and pat his horse’s head, “Good job. Now go rest. We’ll wait until Erwin comes to leave.”

He clicked at the horse a couple of times and the beast turned and walked off into the grass.

“They’re asleep. Let’s get some rest.” Levi said, returning to his spot beside Y/N.

“Why don’t we leave now?”

“Because you can barely stand on your own. Erwin has a cart with his squad filled with supplies in case any of the other squads run into trouble. When they come, you will be riding in that.”

Y/N nodded in understanding.

“Get some sleep, Y/N.” Levi said, pulling her head into his lap and closing his eyes, “Hopefully they will be here tomorrow.”

Y/N yawned, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Levi didn’t know how long he slept for, but he woke up to a start when he heard zipping and hushed whispers outside. Levi carefully lifted Y/N’s head and slipped a pillow underneath it. He quickly picked up his ODM blade and slowly crept up to the door. He slowly opened the door and peeked out to see the bodies of the titans simmering. Someone killed the titans. He stepped out of the shelter and closed the door quietly. He saw a light and heard chatter from one of the demolished houses and made his way towards it.

“There’s no way they’re here!” a male said, “Do you think he’d hide them in destroyed village?!”

“Where else would he have gone?” an all too familiar voice said.

Levi sighed in relief. Erwin.

“Trees.” Eld’s voice piped up, “Everyone knows that the trees are the safest place.”

“Well, that was my plan, but Y/N wouldn’t have lasted a day,” Levi said walking into the doorless house.

“Captain!” his squad cried.

“You’re okay!” Gunther said, “I knew it!”

“Where’s Y/N?!” Petra asked frantically.

“Sleeping.”

“Where did you two hide?” Oluo asked.

“Storm shelter. Her right leg was injured so I decided that would be the safest place for her. Stupid beasts weren’t able to find us.”

“Smart move, Levi.” Erwin nodded.

“Erwin, we need to get her back to Trost immediately. She’s too badly injured and will not be able to survive the rest of the mission.” Levi said immediately.

Erwin nodded, “I sent two of Mike and his squad to let Hange and Nanaba know that we will be returning to Trost and that they will continue their mission. Go get Y/N and we will head back to Trost immediately. It will be safer if we can travel by night. Hopefully, we will get there by morning.”

“I’ll help get your things,” Petra said, following Levi to the shelter.

Levi pointed Petra to his bags, which she got and went to go put them in the wagon.

“Y/N,” Levi said carefully moving her into his arms.

“What?” she said groggily as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Erwin’s here. We’re going back home.”

“Is Petra here?”

“Yeah, she’s here. They all are.” He replied.

“That’s good,” she yawned, “Can I go back to sleep?”

“You don’t want to say hi?”

“I can do that tomorrow…” she said as she rested her head against his chest, falling right back to sleep.

Levi chuckled as he walked out of the shelter. When he approached the wagon, his squad ran up to him to greet Y/N. Levi pulled her closer to him and shook his head, “Let her sleep.”

His subordinates nodded in understanding as they went to their horses and prepared to leave. Levi placed Y/N in the wagon then ran off back into the shelter to grab her pillow. Eld watched with a small smile as he saw his captain run back and place the pillow under Y/N’s head and covered her with a blanket. They must’ve figured out what was going on with Y/N during their time in the shelter.

Levi whistled into the darkness and out of nowhere, his horse came running.

“She was here the whole time?” Oluo exclaimed, “Why didn’t you both ride her?”

“Y/N’s unfit to ride,” Levi said, climbing to the horse, “When she fell off her horse, she skidded so much that the ground tore up her right pant leg and her skin. She can’t even stand up without falling over, let alone bend her leg. Riding on a horse would have hurt her more.”

“Oh…” Oluo said.

Levi rode up beside Petra, “Did you find Lily?”

“Lily?” she asked in confusion, “Oh, you mean her horse! Yeah, one of Erwin’s men has her following his horse.”

Levi followed her gaze to the man who was riding towards them, Lily in tow.

“She followed us to Erwin.” Petra said, “I figured she would have stayed with Y/N like yours.”

Levi chuckled, “I trained her to stay near me if I was stuck. She saved our asses when we were stuck. Led the titans away when they were interested in the shelter and had them chase her for an hour or two before nightfall.”

“How did they think you were in the shelter? They aren’t smart enough to think of that.”

Levi froze, remembering what caught the titan’s attention.

“Uh Y/N…saw a mouse…and freaked out!” Levi said, trying to hide his blush. Unfortunately for him, Petra saw right through him. She was a woman after all. She’s seen men try to do what her captain was doing before.

She chuckled at him, “Sure she did. Y/N Y/L/N, one of the Survey Corps fiercest, was startled by a mouse!” she sent him a wink and she pushed her horse forward, but not without saying, “If you don’t want to make it obvious about what happened between the two of you, don’t say her first name so casually.”

Levi could only stare at her as she left him behind. How did she see right through him? He was shaken out of his thoughts when Erwin called to everyone to head out. During the entire ride back, Levi rode by the wagon carrying Y/N.

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When Y/N woke up, she was in a gown on a bed. She looked around the room and realized that she was in the medical wing of the Survey Corps headquarters. They made it back home. She noticed that Levi was in the room with her, sleeping in a chair. Y/N pulled back the covers and noticed that her bandages has been redone. She slowly moved herself to the edge of the bed and placed her feet on the ground. She wobbled a bit but managed to balance herself. She slowly limped over to the window and looked outside. They were back inside Wall Rose.

“Y/N?”

Y/N looked to see Levi wiping his eyes of sleep, “Why are you up?” he asked.

“I’m pretty sure I’m pumped full of drugs so I can’t sense any pain,” she chuckled, “We’re home.”

“Yeah, we got back early this morning and rushed you here. The doctors took care of you and said you can come back in a few days. I have your medication on me. God, I can’t believe you slept on that wagon the whole way here.”

“Did you go get some rest back home?” she asked.

“I went to clean myself up then came back here.”

“You mean, you slept in that chair since we came back?”

Levi nodded, “Better than that wall.”

“Still, your back must be aching!” Y/N said, hobbling over to the bed and patting the mattress, “Come lay down and get some proper sleep.”

“Y/N,” Levi sighed, “I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

“I don’t care,” Y/N said patting the bed again, “You need proper sleep. Come lay down.”

Levi sighed again as he stood up and got onto the bed, laying down behind Y/N, “Better?”

“Much.” Y/N smiled, “Now sleep.”

Levi nodded and closed his eyes, sleep taking over him in no time. After about an hour, Y/N heard a soft knock on her door. Y/N hobbled over to the door and opened it slowly, seeing Hange and Erwin.

“Y/N?” Hange exclaimed, “You should be in bed!”

“Shhh! Hange!” Y/N whispered, “Be quiet!”

“Where’s Levi?” Erwin questioned, “He said he was going to be in here with you.”

“He is,” Y/N said, stepping to the side to let the two look at him, sleeping peacefully on the bed.

“Awwww look at him, Erwin!” Hange said with a smile, “He looks so peaceful.”

“It’s about time he got some good sleep.” Erwin sighed, “He stayed by your side the entire trip back. I had to force him to go home and clean up. He was worried about you, Y/N. I’ve never seen him so attached to someone. I didn’t know he cared that much about you.”

“Neither did I…” Y/N sighed, “We’re not breaking any rules, are we?”

Erwin chuckled, “No, you aren’t breaking any rules. Dating within the Corps isn’t ideal, but not forbidden. We just don’t want our soldiers losing focus.”

“I understand, sir.” Y/N said, “Levi- I mean, Captain Levi and I discussed it during our time together. We understand the risks. If I feel like my abilities are being hindered, I will stop it all.”

Erwin nodded with a smile, “You don’t need to call the Levi formally around me. I’m glad you two understand the risks. You are both a couple of our best soldiers. You are very smart and capable of taking care of yourselves, so I don’t think I will have to worry about you two.”

“Thank you, Commander.”

“Y/N! If Levi does anything stupid, come to me! I’ll knock some sense into him!” Hange chuckled.

“Not if I knock you out first…” Levi groaned, sitting up, “Hange you’re too damn loud…”

“Levi’s got a girlfriend!” Hange sang, earning a groan from Levi and a chuckle from Erwin.

“Erwin, please take that lunatic and leave…” the dark-haired man said.

“Of course. You two must want some time to yourselves!” Erwin said, embarrassing dad mode in full drive, “Come on Hange, let’s give them some privacy.”

Y/N and Levi tried to hide their blushes from their Commander.

“Don’t forget to use protection!!” Hange said.

“HANGE!!” Levi yelled as Hange cackled, closing the door before the man could launch himself out of the bed.

“Well, that was…” Y/N started to say but lost her words.

“Fucking embarrassing.” Levi finished, “Erwin has no filter. I can’t believe he thought we were going to have sex…”

Y/N didn’t say anything, she just stood against the door, looking down at her feet.

“I mean…” Y/N said, “I thought that was why you were telling them to leave…”

“Y/N,” Levi sighed, “I would like nothing more than to bend you over this bed and take you however I see fit… But you’re still injured, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Y/N nodded at his words.

“Come here.”

Y/N walked over to the bed and sat down next to him.

Levi patted the space next to him, “Lay down.”

Y/N laid on her side, facing her captain. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him, “When you get back,” he said.

“Okay,” Y/N said, “when I get back.”

Levi smiled and kissed her forehead, “I promise. Now sleep.”

Y/N smiled and snuggled closer to him. Breathing in his scent as she was whisked off into her dreams, feeling at home in the arms of the man with her.

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It had been 4 days since they got back from their mission and Y/N was allowed to come back, only able to do some light training. When she arrived at the Corp’s headquarters, Petra caught her in a tight hug.

“How are you feeling?” her friend asked.

“I’m feeling good! The leg is still pretty sore, but the wound looks so much better. I can walk like a pro!” Y/N laughed, “Oh hey! I never asked, did you find Lily?”

“Yeah, we found her! The captain didn’t tell you?”

“No. He was sleeping most of the time while I was in the hospital. He didn’t sleep much while we were lost.”

Y/N noticed the naughty look Petra was giving her. Y/N laughed and lightly punched her friend's arm, “We didn’t do much!”

“That means you did something?” Petra said wiggling her eyebrows.

Y/N groaned, “Petra, I literally couldn’t move my leg then!”

“Y/N,” Petra chuckled leaning into her friend's ear, “There are plenty of other ways. I’m not stupid. The captain acted exactly like you did when I asked him how the titans became so interested in the storm shelter.”

Y/N couldn’t hide the blush covering her face, “Petra!”

The girl laughed at her friend's embarrassment, “Lily’s in the stables if you want to see her!” she called as she headed towards the mess hall.

Y/N rolled her eyes and walked into the stable to see her four-legged friend.

“Hey girl!” she said as she walked into her horse’s stall. The horse immediately leaned down to sniff her pockets to see if she had some treats on her.

“No, none today,” Y/N sighed as she grabbed the brush to brush her mane, “I’m going to have to train you to stay near me if something like that happens again… But you did well following them to Commander Erwin.”

When she finished Lily’s mane, she saw Gunther running towards Lily’s stall.

“Gunther? What is it?”

“It’s the-the captain,” Gunther panted, “He told me to-to tell you to go to his office, he- he said it’s urgent.”

Y/N nodded, her insides exploding with excitement, knowing exactly what he called her for, “I’ll be there in a moment, thanks, Gunther.”

Gunther nodded and walked out of the stables.

Y/N sighed and placed the brush along the shelf with her other tools and patted Lily, “I’ll be back later. I’ve got a special meeting.”

Y/N exited Lily’s stall and closed the door, making her way down the hall of the stable. She stopped by Levi’s horses’ stall, greeting the black mare.

“Hello girl!” she said giving the horses’ head a rub, “Thanks for saving our asses.”

Y/N turned to continue her way out when she noticed something shiny caught her eye. She turned back and noticed a brass nameplate on the stall door. Levi didn’t have a nameplate for his horse like the rest of the Survey Corps…Y/N looked closer at the plate and saw the name ‘Charlotte’ etched into it.

“Charlotte.” Y/N said, earning a knicker from the black mare, “I came up with it! I recommended it to him.”

Y/N smiled as she made her way to Levi’s office, her heart beating in anticipation for what awaited her behind his doors.

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[pinkglitteranddeath]

Heyyy, I’m back :) Hope you’re doing great and I really enjoy the Black Butler head canons you make❤️. Can I please have some head cannons of Grell, Undertaker, Sebastian, and Claude(separately) with a s/o who is a Powerful witch and presents themselves as quiet, smart, and a serious person. However, their s/o likes to mess with them(Black Butler Characters), prank them, make jokes but when they(Black Butler Characters) tell someone about it no one believes them and think their joking because the significant other is so quiet and looks so serious. Thank you so much, but take your time and please don’t rush yourself :)❤️

Sebastian, Baldroy, Mey-Rin, Tanaka, Y/N: *Cleaning and Preparing the Ball Room for a party*

Sebastian: *Bends down to kill a Spider he saw*

Y/n: *sees Sebastian bending down and uses magic to give him a playful smack his buttocks*

Sebastian: *does high pitched girly scream*

Everyone: *looks at Sebastians*

Y/N: *Innocently* Are you okay Sebastian? ☺️

Sebastian: *glares at you*

*Later that Day w/ Ciel*

Ceil: Who was the girl screaming earlier?

Sebastian: Girl?

Ceil: Yes, I heard a loud squeaky scream

Sebastian: My Apologies for that, it was me. You see, I saw a spider bent down to kill it and was attack by Y/N

Ciel: *Cocking smiling at Sebastian* You know it’s okay to be scared you don’t have to blame it on a Lady.

Black Butler x Powerful Witch Reader

A/n- Sorry I don't Write for Claude but I hope you enjoy everyone else.

I'll be taking inspiration from these headcannons.

Grell

When she first met you she wasn't quite sure how she felt about you.

On the outside you are very different from her but as she gets to know you better she starts liking you more and more.

She is a SIMP for you and will always ask you to show her what cool things your powers can do.

She thinks it's really funny when you play pranks on her and you have a little prank war going between you.

Grell: Darling why is my death scythe covered in cake mix?

Y/n: *Innocently* I don't know Grell why is your death scythe covered in cake mix?

When Grell tells William about all they crazy pranks you get up to he never believes her because your just sitting their innocently and quietly.

Undertaker

I feel like Undertaker would be the same as Grell in that he would really have to get to know before he falls for you.

But after that there's barely ever a quiet moment when you two are around.

To most people you seem very calm and silent, befitting the partner of a mortician but when its just you and him chaos breaks loose.

You two also have a prank war going on and spend your days off forming even crazier pranks.

Because you can't get hurt as easily because of your powers the pranks are always a little dangerous.

Sebastian

He loves you he really does but so God help him if he finds you've replaced all his clothes with bright pink ones again.

The servants are often roped into your elaborate pranks but Sebastian doesn't punish them since he know you the mastermind behind it.

The only rule you two have is that you are not allowed to pranks him on the days when people are coming over.

At first Sebastian thought your pranks were extremely childish but as time goes on he starts forming his own little pranks to get back at you.

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[rnelodyy]

c!Dream and the rules

(/dsmp /rp, all names refer to characters, not content creators)

I think one of the most striking parts of Exile is something that I rarely see talked about, and it’s Dream’s rules. Or rather, how his rules were made to be used as justification to hurt Tommy.

The thing about exile is that, outside of the initial rule of “Don’t go back to L’Manburg”, Dream never told Tommy the rules, yet constantly operated under the assumption that Tommy already knew them, and had accepted them. The rules also changed constantly, without Tommy ever being notified until he was already in trouble.

The second time Dream told Tommy to put his armor in the hole, he didn’t tell Tommy to do that right away. Instead, the conversation went like this (slightly edited to remove stammering and unrelated dialogue).

Dream: Do you have, uh… something you wanna put on the floor here? Tommy: Yes. (drops two pieces of red concrete as Dream digs a hole) Dre-eam! You’re evil. You’re evil. Dream: Anything else, Tommy? Tommy: Nope! Dream: Oh c’mon, I know there’s something else you wanna drop down here. Tommy: (panicking slightly) No, there… (messages BBH “take this and run”, throws him the disc BBH had gifted him earlier) Um… I don’t reckon there is! (pause) Dream: Okay, are you suuuure? Tommy: YES. Dream: Alright… How ‘bout your armor, Tommy? Tommy: Well, no, this is- I actually earned this myself. Dream: I know you did! Tommy: Leave me alone. Dream: Just drop it in the hole, Tommy. Tommy: Wh- no, NO, you can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit, what do you mean?! Dream: (sing-song) Tommy… Tommy: What? (Dream hits Tommy with his axe, taking over half his health) Tommy: (screams, drops his armor) OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!

The only rule Tommy was aware of at this time was that he wasn’t allowed to go back to L’Manburg. Dream had taken his armor the night before, but there was no indication that he expected Tommy to do this constantly. Taking his armor upon initially arriving at Logstedshire made some kind of sense, allowing Tommy to keep it would run the risk of him trying to fight his way back into L’Manburg. Taking his new, very shitty armor (seriously it was an iron chestplate and a pair of golden leggings he got from a ruined portal chest) made no sense at all, so the fact that Tommy was confused and refused to cooperate at first isn’t unexpected in the slightest.

And the thing is… Dream was aware of this fact. Throughout the conversation, he never really sounded annoyed, and was actively teasing Tommy at times. This isn’t a good thing btw, it’s a sign that he was fully aware that Tommy didn’t know what he wanted from him, and that that would create a situation where Dream could “put him in his place” as it were.

If you’re a parent, and your kid does something that’s not allowed, without knowing it’s not allowed, you don’t start off with a beating. You sit them down, calmly explain the rules to them and explain why those rules are there, then send them on their way with the knowledge that they shouldn't do it again.

This interaction wasn’t an instance of Tommy acting out and Dream correcting him. This interaction was a trap. Dream set Tommy up to fail by not telling him the rules beforehand, and when Tommy offered even the slightest bit of resistance and asked why he needed to drop his armor, Dream jumped straight to beating him. It’s a powerplay, plain and simple.

This is demonstrated again with the destruction of Logstedshire. Dream got pissed that Tommy disobeyed him by having hidden chests with gear under his house, and retaliated by destroying everything Tommy had built, destroying every item he’d collected, killing his pet and only foodsource, barring him from the Nether, banning everyone except himself from visiting, and telling him to start over from scratch after a whole lecture about how Tommy betrayed him.

Again, I wanna point out some specific lines from this lecture that illustrate my point very well.

Dream: You were lying to me! You were lying to me. Tommy: No- Why was I lying?! Dream: What do you mean, why were you lying?! Tommy: I wasn’t hi- I wasn’t- Dream: You hid things in a chest knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have! And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it!

Except Tommy didn’t know that. The contents of the stash were all items that Tommy had obtained previously without any issue (diamonds, emeralds, iron, ender pearls, some pickaxes, and some purely sentimental items like flowers, a jukebox, and pictures of Tubbo and L’Manburg). In fact, the vast majority of them came from Tommy’s aboveground storage, which Dream had full access to, and had looked through before!

Dream also never said Tommy wasn’t allowed to hide stuff, and there was nothing to suggest he didn’t want Tommy to keep secrets from him.

There’s been a theory floating around for a while that Dream knew about Tommy’s item stash beforehand, since it was a very strange place to dig a hole (like, right in front of the house in the center of Logstedshire itself, instead of out in the plains where the TNT wouldn’t damage any structures), and Tommy had previously forgotten to cover up the entrance ladder. While Dream hadn’t looked inside the house, he would’ve definitely heard Tommy place the block back.

If this theory is correct, then this was yet another trap. Dream knew Tommy had a hidden room, and instead of just saying “hey, I don’t want you to have a hidden stash, go put this back and fill in the room” (which would’ve still been bullshit btw), he went COMPLETELY ballistic, destroyed EVERYTHING Tommy had, and while doing it, kept admonishing Tommy for betraying him, said shit like “I thought we were friends”, and even accused him of preparing to attack Dream. Again, a powerplay.

Hell, even the exile conflict itself is this! Tommy was exiled for griefing the king’s property while being a high-ranking official in L’Manburg. Except Fundy, the then-president’s son, CONSTANTLY griefed Eret’s shit after the L’Manburg war, ranging from ripping down one of their towers to “shrink” it, filling another tower with water, and multiple elaborate plots to steal the throne from under their nose. But apparently, between all of that shit and the exile-conflict, the rules were silently changed, meaning Dream could exile Tommy for breaking a couple blocks and placing some rude signs in George’s house. Even the punishment itself was changed without warning, as Tommy went from being exiled from L’Manburg to exiled from “everywhere that’s ever been touched.”

...I was originally gonna make a different point here. I may put it in the reblogs, because I still think it’s very interesting. But, in the middle of writing this essay I had to stop because it was late, then I spent the entire next day packing up because I’m in the middle of a move. It's now the next evening, I'm sat in my new room, on my camping bed, I opened this doc because I pretty much forgot what I typed, I reread it, and then I realized… This isn’t an isolated series of events. This is a pattern for Dream.

Before Tommy first joined the server, there were only three set rules: no stealing, no griefing, and no killing people. Except by that point, those rules weren’t enforced at all. In fact, Dream broke all three at once at one point, by killing George and burning his diamond armor because he didn’t feel it was fair that George got to run around in full diamond when everyone else still had iron.

Tommy joined the server, and broke the rules like everyone else. He stole shit, broke shit, killed George for funsies… and he got exiled for it. Seriously, they dumped him in an empty snowfield for breaking rules that nobody had enforced for weeks. So technically, the Exile-arc isn’t even the first time something like this has happened to him!

During the events that would eventually spark the Disc War, Sapnap stole a bunch of Tommy’s items (including the only Netherite chestplate on the server at the time), and told him he’d only give the stuff back if Tommy helped him with a conflict he had with Ponk. Long story short, Dream tried to intervene and was killed by Tommy and Sapnap, and Dream stole Tommy’s discs to force him to apologize. He then kept the discs, and the Disc War followed. Sapnap, despite being the aggressor and arguably forcing Tommy to participate in the conflict, was never punished.

This proves not only that the rules can change whenever Dream feels like it, but that they’re arbitrarily enforced. Dream refuses to punish his friends for the same crimes he endlessly fucks over Tommy for.

L’Manburg was created in part because of the fact that the rules were unevenly enforced. Tommy, Wilbur, and later Tubbo were repeatedly killed, stolen from, imprisoned, and even held hostage for very minor crimes, while the people killing, imprisoning, kidnapping and stealing from them were able to do so without impunity.

This was also the point where Dream just started making up new rules; there was no rule against having governments on the server, or making a separate area where Dream’s rules wouldn’t apply, so Dream banned governments, and used this new rule as an excuse to kill them, take their items, and tear their land to shreds.

And that’s another thing: the punishments for breaking Dream’s rules are INCREDIBLY harsh.

Kill him non-canonically one time? Your most prized possessions will now be dangled over your head and used to hurt you for the next few months.

Make a country with different laws that doesn’t infringe on anyone’s territory, has no desire to expand, is explicitly pacifistic and open to trade negotiations? You’ll be forced to fight a war you’re in no way equipped to fight, you’ll be betrayed and murdered and have your land destroyed in front of your very eyes until you literally have no choice but to surrender.

Mildly vandalize the king’s house, which nobody else has ever been punished for? You’ll be dragged into court, exiled from your home, and subjected to weeks of abuse until you believe that all of your friends hate you and you actively want to kill yourself.

Hide some stuff in a secret chest? Your only shelter will be exploded, your pet/only food source will be killed, all your items will be destroyed, you’ll be banned from the Nether, and none of your friends will be allowed to come see you.

This is all such disproportionate retribution it’s ridiculous. It’s like punishing someone for speeding by blowing up their car with a ballistic missile.

So to sum up: Dream’s rules are arbitrarily enforced, and he can just straight up make them up on the spot if he feels like it. Sometimes, he won’t tell you a rule exists until you’ve already broken it, and you’re treated as if you broke it out of malice instead of genuine ignorance. And if you do break a rule, and he decides you have to be punished, it will always be a punishment so harsh it doesn’t even ATTEMPT to fit the crime.

I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking corrupt and tyrannical to me.

When people say Tommy deserved exile, or made Dream spiral into villainy, or abused Dream somehow (seriously I’ve seen this take multiple times and every time it makes my brain melt) by breaking the rules, I would invite them to take a step back and ask themselves, why did that rule exist? Did Tommy know it existed? Was it enforced for everyone other than him as well? Does the punishment fit the crime?

Dream has a bad habit of making up rules, or enforcing old ones that were never enforced before, to punish those who threaten his power. None of the Dream Team were ever punished for anything, despite committing the same crimes as the L’Manburgians. That is, until they founded Mexican L’Manburg (i.e. went against Dream’s rule), at which point they were attacked by Dream and George was dethroned for “not being neutral enough.”

Tommy should’ve faced consequences for what he did. But those consequences should’ve come naturally, and been carried out by the people he hurt. Like, if Dream hadn’t intervened, griefing George’s house would’ve resulted in George griefing Tommy back in revenge. In fact, he DID do that, by turning Tommy’s entire house into granite and putting the Jump In The Cadillac picture on his front lawn.

These are natural, proportionate consequences. Exile was none of that. The Disc War was none of that. Everything that happened to L’Manburg was none of that.

Dream’s rules and how he enforces them are inherently corrupt and tyrannical. To pretend it’s anything but is disingenuous at best.

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