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simplydannie · 16 days

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Why is it always Veneer? :( mom said it’s Velvet’s turn with the angst

(I love your work, don’t stop ❤️❤️)

He’s my angst! I’m sorry! Lol I have done some Velvet ones, but if you really want another one 😈 (and Ty so much! You have no idea how much I appreciate it! ❤️):

TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ GUN SHOT REFERENCE

Floyd was surrounded by his brothers, the fear of nearly loosing him cause them all to embrace. Velvet and Veneer were on their knees, still trying to regain themselves as the blast from the exploding diamond had knocked them off.

“Vel?” He laid on his sister’s shoulder, “You okay?”

Velvet’s eyes were glued to the ground. She looked towards the Trolls as they celebrated their victory: they freed Floyd, they regained their brother back. That only meant one thing….The twins failed.

“They’re going to made Ven. Really mad.” She said to him. “We lost. We lost, Ven.”

“No we didn’t. We can….we can still escape this.” Veneer told her.

“How? How on earth are we going to escape this.” She told him. Veneer was silent. She was right…they wouldn’t be happy that the Troll had escaped them…but Veneer didn’t want to catch him again either, he didn’t want to put him the hell he just escaped. Floyd saw the look of concern on the twins face. He broke free of his brothers and went towards them.

“Floyd!” Branched called out. But Floyd continued until he was face to face with the twins. He looked up at them and they looked down at him.

“We can be free. You guys can come with me.” He told them. Veneer turned to look at his sister…Her look was distant, every event that could possibly happen unfolding in her mind. What could she say? What could she do? Everything was screwed up already, the promise she made to them was already broken…it was only matter of time.

“What if you loose the Troll? What if everything we worked for comes to light? What is your collateral?” They had asked her. Velvet sat in the room, six faces surrounding her, eyeing her every move. She was silent, she was from the under-city, what could she offer them in collateral? She looked down at the bracelet on her wrist….a beautiful pink jeweled bracelet Veneer had gotten her. It was made from one of the most precious stones in Rageous, one of the rarest too. It was one of the most valuable things she’s ever owned. Velvet took it off and offered it to them.

“This is all I have of value.”

“Rare gems are definitely valuable, but not valuable enough.” Said a male Rageon. One shifted in her seat and stood up, staring down intently at Velvet….they came to know her as The Mistress.

“How about your brother?” She said with a sly smile on her face.

Velvet’s mouth gaped open, “Wh-What…”

“Your brother. If you fail, if anything we are doing is exposed, we keep your brother and do our bidding on him. That is our agreement for collateral.” She said with a twisted evil grin. Vennie? They wanted Vennie…They knew….They knew her weakness.

“What if…what if I refuse?”

“Then you two are as good as dead.”

Velvet swallowed the lump in her throat. What had she gotten them into? How could she protect Veneer from this? What could possibly catch their attention other than her brother for collateral?….

“What about me?” Velvet finally answered. This caught all their attention, “I’m the one that agree and came to you for this offer, not my brother. I give you myself as collateral. If I fail…then…I’m as good as yours, do what you want with me, but leave my brother alone.”

“Continue.”

“My life as collateral, and exchange that you spare my brother. He…he doesn’t know about this, what I am doing. I just want to bring him out of the under-city. I just want to get out of that hell hole.” Velvet looked them all square in the eye, “I’m gambling with my life here.”

“I like this girl. Very well. We accept…But don’t you dare cross us. More over, don’t you dare fail us.” The Mistress said.

“Trust me, I wont.”

And here she was, kneeling at the foot of the yacht, the Troll free from her grasp, all of Rageous watching as the events unfolded…she failed.

“What if I told them it was me?” Her brother’s voice broke her trance.

“What?”

“What if I came out publicly saying this was my plan. It was all me. I go to jail and you’d be okay.”

“Are you crazy Veneer? No!”

“It could work…”

“No Veneer! It wont!” She yelled.

“Then how can we help you? How can we get both of you out of this? We can’t just leave now.” Floyd asked. “I made a promise to get both of you out. And I still intend to keep that promise today.”

They didn’t understand…she never told them what she promised that day. They could be coming for her any minute, their eyes were everywhere, their ears, their spies, “Take Vennie. Take care of him. I’ll have to figure things out.” She said.

“What are you talking about?” Veneer asked her, a frustration growing in his voice. “What is it that you haven’t told us? That you haven’t told ME, Vels?” She looked at her brother, she saw the worry plastered across his face….it had always been them two. How could she do this to him? She never wanted to imagine life without her brother. He was that constant thing in her life that she just knew she HAD to have, like breathing air. But she never thought about him, how it would break him if she was the one that wasn’t around…He was so fragile.

“I can’t Veneer…” She said.

“Vels, tell me please!” He begged. As he grew worried his eyes danced around their surroundings, scanning the audience…What was she afraid of, were they here?

“Velvet, I swore to take care of both you. I am going to keep that promise.” Floyd said.

“You can’t Floyd…You can’t protect us both.” She said.

“Vels…” Veneer began to protest.

“Veneer you have to just listen to me for once! You…”

BANG!

The sounded of the shot echoed throughout the entire area. People screamed and ran, some dropped to the floor covering their heads, trembling in fear. Veneer had jumped over his sister, shielding her from the sound they heard, he instinctively grabbed Floyd and held him close. They waited a few moments… Silence finally radiated everywhere.

“You okay?” Veneer asked Floyd.

“Yeah. You?”

“I’m fine. Vels?” He looked down at his sister. She looked up to meet his eyes, her hands clutching her heart…That’s when Veneer saw the blood seeping through her fingers. “No…No…No…NO…” Veneer muttered as she fell limp to her said. He caught her, cradling her in his arms. “Vels! You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” He reassured her…in reality, he was reassuring himself.

Floyd stared in horror at the sight in front him. He hoped down at Velvets shoulder pad, he could feel that her breathing was heavy, her body began to shake. He placed a small hand on her cheek. “Stay with us..” He whispered.

“I told you there’s no escaping them…” She said through ragged breaths.

“This was them…You knew they were going to do this…Why didn’t you tell me…” Tears began to fall down Veneer’s cheek as he held his sister tighter.

“Cause i know you, you idiot…”

“No. No this isn’t fair! I’m going to help. I’m going to save you. Hold on. Hold on for me….please.” He begged.

“…You weren’t their target…You can still get out…Leave with Floyd…Please, leave with Floyd….Get out…” Her sentences grow shorter and breathier as she struggled to breath, as she struggled to find the strength to speak.

“Okay I will. But you’re coming too.” Veneer squeezed her.

“Ven…”

“No. YOU’RE COMING WITH ME…..I can’t…I can’t continue on without you…” He told her. This broke her, she had never prepared him for this. He had become so reliant in her presence, that she was always going to be there for him, he never thought of the day she wouldn’t be…also because he was willing to sacrifice himself for her at any moment…but the roles were reversed. If they had their way, it would be Veneer in this position, and just imagine it tore her apart. He needed to live, he deserved to live, he needed to continue his goodness in this broken, damned world.

“Ven…” She said in a whisper, “Ven….You….I….” Her eyes grew distant, her hand went limp, her breathing had stopped…she was gone.

“Vels?” Veneer gently shook his sister in his arms, “Vels?” He hugged her tight and shook her again. “Vels..no please…please…please no…” His tears escaped him. He sobbed uncontrollably as he held on to his sister, he birdied his face at the top of her head. His cries and wails echoed throughout Rageous. Floyd attempted to hold back tears…but he failed. He hugged her cheek, the feeling of her skin beginning to grow cold.

“I failed you…Velvet, I’m sorry…I failed you…” The small Troll said in between tears. The two of them stayed for what seemed like ages holding on tight to her. No one dared call security yet, no dared called the medics. Floyd looked at Veneer through tear filled eyes…

“Ven…You have to come with me, while you can…please.” He told him.

“I can’t….I can’t leave her…” He sobbed. “I don’t ….want to….leave her.”

“Ven…I don’t want to either..but..”

“Please…” He sobbed. “Just let me hold one last time…” His heart ached. Why did this happen to her? Why her? Why not him? What did she promise them? Soon the tears began to fade as a new emotion settled in his heart… the sadness was soon replaced with rage… with anger…His breathing grew heavy as he allowed his anger to fuel him.

One day, he was going to find them…. And one day, they were all going to pay…

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chainoftalent · 28 days

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May I request a yandere alphabet for Mukuro Ikusaba?

Full Alphabet? Alright

Yandere Mukuro Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Mukuro is bad at showing affection really, she has no real idea how to do so. Expect a lot of just staring at you, or her assuming protecting you from something counts as affection. Maybe holding hands a bit if she's feeling confidant enough, she likes to carry them when she has an excuse though.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Mukuro is the ultimate soldier, and she will break every single geneva convention for someone she cares enough for. This girl murdered an entire middle school for Junko in the mangas, there is going to be a body count here.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Mukuro is not cruel, but she is cold, because she doesn't know how to be anything but cold. She won't mock, but she won't comfort really, just more staring.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Not really Mukuro does not even know how to approach stuff like that, does the murder count as against their will?

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

She doe not make themselves vulnerable, Mukuro does not know how to do that, but she will talk to them a little bit about things, awkwardly telling stories and trying to channel some of Junkos sociability to have a normal conversation.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

She does not even blink, she is the ULTIMATE SOLDIER, its like a declawed kitten fighting a goddamn lion.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It is absolutely NOT a game, she wants to protect them, and appreciate them, she does not want escape attempts and there is no humor or fun in it, its simply duty.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably the murder, if someones mean to you? dead. someone makes you frown? dead. You're definitely losing a few friends because she saw you fight with them and killed them when you stormed off.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

She did not really think she'd get this far honestly, like obviously she would, but they do not quite know what the second step here is.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

She gets a bit jealous, but its in a more sad "i guess they're more special then me" way then a stabby way.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Cold but affectionate, like imagine a blank face and cold hands gently tucking the hair in your face behind your ear silently, eyes locked onto you with the slightest of smiles.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

It's all in the stalking, big follower type here, their darling probably doesn't even know she exists.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

She's a lot more awkward and uncertain, because she has all these Feelings and she doesn't know how to handle them and she wants to make you happy but she only knows how to fight really, and things that please Junko aren't really things other people like.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Pins them down, stares into their soul, reminds them to be more careful, and when their darling looks away or otherwise submits she gets off them, brushes them off, and continues like nothing happened.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Depends on how fighty you are, if youre mostly timid and easy to care for there really wont be many differences beyond Mukuro following you around. If you are in too much danger or too might of a flight risk she's willing to lock you in a cell to better be your guard.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very patient, Mukuro is extremely patient and good at waiting.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Not happening, but if theoretically they did they would be utterly panicked, not that anyone could really tell from looking at her as she goes to rescue you. If you managed to die she's going to break in despair and become even more vicious and really lean more into ultimate despair.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little guilty, because they arent happy, but this is needed right? its just duty, protect the target.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

It's Mukuro, she basically chose to grow up in a warzone and she's a twin of JUNKO, what more needs to be said?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

They would really hate it, and try to make them happy to mixed success.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

She won't hurt her target, even if she kidnaps him she's the ultimate soldier, you're not going to get a scratch on you, even if you think youre going to get hurt, even so much as a bruise from her grip, she's got enough control over her body to not leave a single mark.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

She's a follower at heart, be assertive as well as firm and turn her from a stalker into your own guard dog.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Nope! See unique!

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Much reverence, but its a far reverence, see again the stalking and staring, like you are a golden idol they are too cursed to ever do more then watch and wish to have.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Mukuro can pine for years, but the moment her darlings in real danger shes snapping and getting them out of here no matter what she has to do.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not purposefully, but if you struggle and fight a lot, the isolation and monochrome repetitive life will start to wear on anyone

#yandere mukuro #yandere mukuro ikusaba #mukuro ikusaba #mukuro #yandere danganronpa #yandere trigger happy havoc #yandere #yandere profile #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa #chainoftalent

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hey-its-cweepy · 2 years

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Its a rainy night at the Ramshackle dorm and you're struggling to sleep. You breathe out a silent sigh as you sit up, thinking of what to do...

You eventually come to the decision of taking a night time stroll, hoping that maybe going out for a while will help clear your head a bit. After all, the past few months have been very busy, especially with all of the dorm leaders (and vice dorm leader Jamil) coming to a dangerous and terrifying overblot.

You carefully get up from bed, trying your best to not wake up Grim who's made himself comfortable in the covers. You cant help but look at how cute the small monster is as he snores a bit, shifting to take place in the center of the bed like a human world cat would do.

You prepare yourself to be heading out of the dorm, but just before you can open the doors...

"Eh? Where are you going?"

"Don't you see how late it is?"

"You arent seriously going out this late, are you?"

Asked a trio of familiar ghosts, a small hint of concern in their voices. You apologize for possibly waking them up, if they even sleep, as you explain the situation.

"A night time stroll?..."

"Hm... Just remember to be careful"

"You better not be coming back too late!"

You do your best to reassure the three of them that you'll be fine and wont take long. Once they've gone, you open the doors and step out, taking a breath as you're greeted the smell of rain...

As you pull out and open a small umbrella you managed to afford from Sam's shop, you start to walk around the place, letting your mind run lose for a bit.

Your mind starts to think of how you've been spending your time at Night Raven College and about how, while the overblots are scary, you've been enjoying your time here. You've been enjoying spending time with Ace, Deuce, Jack, all of the friends you've made.

But then your mind starts to travel a bit further...

What's going to happen when you have to finally say goodbye? Did anyone notice you were missing at home? When its time to go back, does this mean it's "goodbye" forever? Will anyone here miss you when you leave? Will they remember you?

Before it can get any further, you're stopped by the feeling of bumping into a broad chest.

"Ah, my apologi-" A familiar pair of bright green eyes widen a bit, a touch of worry and concern in them, as the widely feared dorm leader of Diasomnia bends down a bit to look at you more closely as a gentle hand holds one of yours. "-Oh dear... Please didn't cry, I don't mean to frighten you..."

You hadn't even noticed you had tears running down your face, using your free hand to wipe them away as you apologize for making Tsunotaro think he scared you... Or at least Tsunotaro is the name you knew him as...

"Then if I didn't scare you... Whatever is the matter?..."

You are unsure of how to express your thoughts into words to him... You decide to just tell him that you've been thinking a bit too much...

"Hm... The mind is a rather complex thing, I'm afraid... Hiding away the negative thoughts that come in the day with distractions, only to have them come back in the evening..." His soft tone gives you a sense of comfort as one of his hands gently wipe your tears for you.

"... Perhaps, if I'm not intruding... We can enjoy the rain together for a moment..."

You think about the offer for a moment before agreeing to it, after all, there isnt really much else to help keep your mind off of it... Although you explain that you cant stay too long.

"I understand, it's just for a moment..."

The tall horned man gives you a warm smile as he offers you a seat next to him as you shyly take the offer, the small pitter patter of the rain being heard from all sides.

"... You know... Despite our limited time together, I enjoy the few moments we can spend together..."

You agree with him as you unintentionally lean on him a bit, the comfort of the soft rain, the fireflies flying around and Tsunotaro's warmth making you feel at ease.

"Hm?... Getting comfortable, I see?" A soft chuckle escapes his lips. "Not to worry, I don't mind... You're free to get as comfortable as you like, I can even return you to your dorm should you fall asleep..."

You thank him for the offer, but say that you're capable of staying awake.

"Well, if you insist... This sort of brings me back to how gargoyles are said to be protectors of the buildings they reside on, warding off evil spirits and demons with their powerful aura and cold gaze... I can be your protector, should it come to it..."

Tsunotaro's soft rambling along with the fireflies and rain bring you closer to sleep, a small yawn escaping from your lips. He seems to have noticed.

"Ah?... You're feeling tired already?... If that's the case, then perhaps we should get you back to Ramshackle, it's rather late after all..."

You insist that you'll be fine, trying to get up anyway, however, you seem to slip but before you can hit the ground you're lifted by a pair of strong arms.

"Oh dear... Please be more careful, prefect..."

You feel a warm blush spread across your own cheeks as you rest your head on his chest as he carries you. You hear a soft yet amused chuckle from him.

"And you said you could stay awake... But now's not the time for that, it's time to take you back..."

You say that you'll be fine walking and that he can put you down.

"Hm... I'm afraid I dont think so... You almost fell trying to get up and I dont want to risk you possibly getting hurt... I'll carry you back myself..."

You think for a moment before sighing, reluctantly accepting being carried back to Ramshackle.

"Thank you..."

Tsunotaro gently holds you close as you grow closer and closer to sleep, his warmth and comfort making you feel as if sinking to subconsciousness. By the time he's made it to Ramshackle, you've already fallen into a peaceful sleep in his arms.

"Oh dear... It's a shame I couldn't talk with them more... But then again, the prefect has a lot of things put on them everyday... I can only imagine what goes on in that brilliant mind of theirs..."

He brushes a few strands of hair from your face as he lays a soft kiss on your forehead, a small smile on his face before opening the doors to Ramshackle. The ghosts would've rushed out by now, but they seem to stop for a moment, watching him gently set you down on the couch.

"Is that... M-Malleus Draconia?"

"What's he doing here?"

"He better not have done something to the prefect"

They quietly chatter amongst themselves, the fae doesn't seem to notice or care at all as he bids you one last farewell before leaving.

#malleus fluff #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twist #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu #this was written at like 2 am on a rainy day #I listened to A Glimpse of Us x Pluto Projector for a bit too long 💀#fanfic

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myballsyourballs · 2 years

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(Fluff/Angst) Could i request a fic where reader has mental health issues and is depressed about something that has happened, and wants to go out to drink but doesnt go to dilucs bar because they know he wont let them have more then one shot, so they go to a different bar to get wasted, and at the end of dilucs shift past midnight he returns to the dawn winery and realizes his s/o isnt there, and goes and gets them from the bar, piss drunk, perhaps laying on the floor not exactly passed out, and diluc carries them back?

a sip

diluc x gn! reader

warnings: drinking

genre: only slight angst, but mainly fluff

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Diluc frowned when he saw the empty living room of the winery.

The dusty, wooden expanse had no trace of you in sight. You were supposed to meet him here. He thought because you were so upset that-- ah.

Brows furrowing further, he rubs gloved fingertips along his temple in a weak attempt to satiate his oncoming headache. Diluc cycled through the possible bars you could be at in his head. He really hoped he didn't have to search the whole of Mondstadt for you.

As your slumped body came into view, Diluc's jaw clenched. Your eyes were slightly sunken, eyebags dark and a bottle weakly held in your palm. The bar seemed to have closed -- given you were leant against the wall, and the windows displayed nothing but darkness. No hustle and bustle of customers. He knelt before you, carefully taking the half empty bottle out of your loose grasp.

"How much did you drink?"

"Mmm..." your head lolled to the side. "...just a s--...sip." Your eyes fluttered closed again, nearly too tired to hold his intense gaze.

Diluc called out your name gently, voice only a whisper in the empty streets. Carefully, he caressed your cheek. "Come on," he murmured, eyes softening at the way your head leant into his hand. "Let's go home."

The wind blew, a cool air whipping through Diluc's ponytail and kicking up the dust left on the paved stone nearby. His eyes searched yours, a silent plea. The worried furrow in his brows deepened.

You stayed silent.

His hand was slowly covered by yours, gentle fingers brushing against the man's lightly bruised knuckles. Diluc's lips quirked up the slightest amount -- it was difficult to be upset with you. He didn't blame you for doing this, but it was unsafe. He was just glad you were alright. He took away his hand, taking a small step back and turning before crouching on the ground. "Get on."

When you didn't respond, he sighed. Diluc really didn't want to have to carry you bridal style all the way to Dawn Winery, but it seemed there wasn't any other option. He snaked his arms around you, lifting you with ease. Your head lolled, eyes fluttering. He pushed back the lump in his throat when he felt how cold you were.

The journey didn't take long. At least, it didn't feel like it. Using his foot to kick open the door, he brought you inside carefully. The warmth of the winery welcomed him. Diluc hoped it was enough to make you at least a little warmer. He glanced down at you, sighing at your now sleeping face. He let his eyelids slip shut for a moment before steadily walking towards your shared bedroom. He slipped you out of his arms, a flicker of warmth heating his chest when you clung to him harder.

Unravelling your grip from the back of his neck, he laid you down. Your face contorted, a small huff escaping your lips. Diluc removed his gloves from his calloused hands, bringing his palm down to gently rest on your forehead.

You were still cold.

"...It's alright now."

He wasn't sure who he was saying it to.

#diluc x reader #diluc #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #diluc fluff #diluc angst #genshin impact x reader #diluc x gender neutral reader

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doublebladedbitch · 1 year

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‘The Target’ -Chapter 10

Crosshair x FemOC

Warning: Nightmares, mention of forced marriage/ Infertile, Death

Wordcount: 2.6 k

My breathing was uneven and heavy. I barely was able feel my legs, but I kept running. They couldn’t get to me, couldn’t catch me. My life was at stake.

Suddenly I tripped and felt my small hands roughly meeting the earthy ground. The fall made the pain coming from my lower stomach unbearable. „Why is this happening?“ I breathed out shockingly and felt more tears streaming down my face. It was the night of my fourteens birthday, this should have been fun. A happy day, celebrating with friends and family and now I was on the run…

„There she is!“ One of the royal guards screamed, the minions from my step mother. I tried to get up, but my legs weren’t letting me, I felt a warm liquid slowly steaming down the inside of my legs. It must have worked…

With a manic smile I greeted the guards as they reached me, my own blood on my clothes and my hands. „Are you hurt kid?“ One of them asked, kneeling down in front of me. With a quick movement of my fingers I snatched away the blaster from his belt, pointing it directly into his face.

„I wont go back!“ I screamed. The other guards pointed their guns at me, wanting to defend their commander, but he motioned for them to stop. „Milady, I am sorry…but this is the queen’s wish. You are still a child, she is your mother…she loves you“ He insisted and tried to calm me down. „And your father, he is beyond worried and wants you to come back…“

Bringing my father into this wasn’t a smart move, I’ve watched them lock him away and he had been the one to bring me to the doctor and tell me to escape and try to save myself. „You are lying!“ I angrily screamed and the uncontrolled anger and shaking, caused me to pull the trigger. I flinched at the loud shot and watched in horror as the body in front of me sank onto the ground. Suddenly shots from behind me hit the two other guards, but I was frozen in place and didn’t even turn around. Only when I recognized my fathers voice, I looked behind me. „Shae…my darling“ he kneeled down and kissed the top of my head. „ I am so sorry. I am here now. You are safe.“

He carried me away, I was dead silent as we drove with his speeder through the forrest and disappeared. We arrived at a small hut and he told me, that we would be meeting a friend of his early in the morning to take us off planet.

„I killed him“ was the first thing I spoke to him after a long while as he held me close in his arms.

„You had do“ He comforted me, but I didn’t feel any better. „Get some rest now, she can’t hurt you know“

„Dad?“ I spoke after a while and not being able to sleep. „It bleeds and it still hurts“ He sat himself up and stroke my head to comfort me and replied, „That is normal and it will go away, Shae. The doc made you infertile…she won’t be after you anymore, when she finds out. You are too young to understand it and that is how it is supposed to be…you will understand it one day…“ He said the last part more to himself and I nodded, not knowing what to reply. „We will get you something against the pain as soon as we are off world, I promise.“

I barely slept that night and lay awake in pain and fear. I’ve normally felt safe with my father, but this time it was like I could sense that something would go wrong. My father shook me awake and I could already hear that a ship was landing nearby, immediately starting to panic.

„It’s my friend.“ He explained and calmed me down. We stepped outside and I stayed behind my father, being a little scared of the stranger. He was a duros and wore a wide brown hat, all kind of weapons on his belt and I felt a scared shiver running down my spine as his red eyes met mine. My father greeted him and shyly I stayed behind him, not daring to look at the stranger.

Suddenly an alarm on my fathers com-link went off and alarmed he turned towards me with sadness in his eyes. „This is Cad Bane…I know he looks a little…threatening sometimes, but he will help you and keep you safe…“

„Me?“ I asked scared, wondering why he wasn’t talking about us, was he leaving me? „Dad?“

„It’s her…“ he explained and glanced over to the hut, where sounds and voice were coming from. „I am right behind you, princess“

Tears creeping up into my eyes, deep down knowing that his words were a lie. He quickly gave Cad a look and so the stranger grabbed me, taking me with him to his ship. My father watched us leave before he turned around going back to the hut. I screamed after him and wanted to run after him, but I couldn’t. The ships door closed and I ran to the cockpit window and banged against it and screamed after my father. „Dad!“

I watched him walk through the door and my mother and her guards. „Dad, RUN!“ I heard the engines starting. A shot. Then his lifeless body meeting the ground. „DAD!“

„Shae! Shae…wake up!“ I hectically sat myself up, tears still running down my face. I saw Crosshair’s face, he looked worried and cupped my face in his hands. „I-I heard you in your sleep and walked over to-“ he explained himself. I felt myself immediately calming down again and leaned against his touch. I got on my knees and hugged him tightly. „I-It was a dream…“ I breathed out.

„About what?“ He asked softly and I felt his warm breath on my neck.

„I-I haven’t told you one thing…“ I began and leaned back to look at him. He cupped my face with one hand and stroke over my cheek, the other holding my hands. I nervously looked down at them. „Before my step-mother k-killed my father and I ran off, a doctor made me…“ I swallowed hard and squinted my eyes to stop more tears from escaping my eyes. „I can’t get pregnant, can’t have children.“ I sighed, feeling relieved to say it out loud somehow. „I hoped that s-she wouldn’t come after me…since continuing the bloodline was her motivation in forcing me into marriage…after I ran away, I only kept brief contact with my sister and she confirmed me that my mother knows about that operation…so I don’t know why she’s still after me…“ I explained and paused. „I can be happy, that I stayed hidden for so long before she send you after me…“ I added dryly.

Crosshair raised my head gently with his fingers and looked deep into my eyes. „You are safe with us…with me. I’ll never let anyone hurt you or take you to her. I promise.“

„C-Can you stay here…?“ I stuttered and barely dared to look into his eyes.

„If you want me to“ Crosshair replied and I swear I could see him blushing, even in the darkness of my tent.

I moved over a bit to make him space next to me, he laid down and I felt our sides meeting, causing my heart to beat faster. I remembered Hunter’s words and smiled to myself. I cuddled onto Crosshair’s side as he wrapped his arm around me. „Thank you. You trading me was the best thing that ever happened to me“ I said honest and chuckled lightly. He let out a chuckle as well and pulled me a little closer and I fell asleep on his chest. „I think so too…“ he softly replied and I smiled to myself until I feel asleep in the warmth of his embrace.

„Wake up!“ I got woken up by Hunter’s already grumpy voice. Alarmed at Crosshair still snoozing next to me, I stuttered „y-yes sergeant…“ and tried to wake up Crosshair, who wanted to ask what was going on but realized as I pointed at Hunter’s shadow outside of my tent.

„Your sniper is missing too“ we heard Rex voice and saw his shadow joining Hunter. Hunter sighed loudly. „I am coming in now!“ I tried to quickly get up and rushed towards the entrance, only to glance at the two disappointed men looking down at me. „At least they’re dressed“ Rex commented and couldn’t hide the amused smile as he watched his brother stare me down.

„It’s not what it looks like…I promise!“ I said and begged Hunter to believe me. Crosshairs head popped out of the tent right next to me and wordlessly stood up to walk over to his tent. „I-I had a bad dream and he heard me a-and comforted me and then we…we fell asleep“ I tried to explain myself.

„Crosshair! I could need some backup here…“ I tried to seek his help.

„Cross-“ Hunter wanted to confront his taller brother, but he ignored him too. „I am not finished with you!“ He said towards me before he followed Crosshair. With an embarrassed smile I looked up at Rex. „I am not lying…“ I mumbled more to myself than him.

I quickly got ready and collected my things and made my way over to Hunter and Crosshair. „I didn’t lie, Hunter“ I protested and protectively stepped in front of Crosshair. „I had a really bad dream and he was there for me…I-I am sorry. We…we are sorry“ I explain trying to calm Hunter down and turned to Crosshair to join my apology.

„I am not.“ Crosshair replied, shocking me and left us alone. Hunter and I watching him join the others regrouping and packing their rations. „Hunter…“ I tried again, but he walked away.

I walked over to my tent and collected the rest of my things as well as the tent, like the other did and joined the group, staying close to Tech and Echo.

„I am not going to comment on that“ Tech said and eyed Hunter and Crosshair.

„Thank you“ I replied softly, „I’ll tell you later“ I added.

Rex and Hunter informed everyone about the exact plan and which group was following which objective. I was told to go with Echo and Tech to retrieve the bases information, while Crosshair, Wrecker and Hunter would clear the way and the 501st group with Jesse and Rex would destroy the power source, which apparently was necessary for a whole separatist sector.

We split up in said groups and made our ways slowly and securely towards the base, not leaving anything behind. After we had secured the outside and eliminated the few guarding droids the first groups entered the base and I waited with Echo and Tech for our signal. We spotted a smaller transport, which we informed the others about, in case anything would go south and we would need a quick escape plan.

„All clear“ we heard Hunter inform us over the coms. „On our way“ Tech answered and we slit down the small high ground we had been on before. „Stay behind us“ Echo told me as we entered the base. „How touching, Echo, but I had training and they cleaned up right?“ I replied, feeling a little upset, that he wasn’t believing in me. Right after I finished a shot hit the wall behind me, right next to my face.

„Understood“ I mumbled to Echo after I got cover again and shot the droid, that had been shooting. „I thought you cleaned up for us?“ I asked through the coms after we eliminated four more droids coming from the same direction and got further into the base.

„That would’ve been too boring, darling“ Crosshair answered through the coms, causing my cheeks to heat up at the nickname. Tech and Echo quickly glanced at me, before we got moving again. It didn’t took us long, before we reached the control room with the data. I stayed at the door and kept watch, while Tech and Echo downloaded the data we needed. It worked out smoothly and I glanced over at Echo’s metal arm twisting and turning inside the computer. „We have joined the 501st and they are almost done with placing all explosives“ Hunter updated us over the coms.

I glanced over at the downloading bar and answered „Nearly done, serge.“ Suddenly I heard metallic sounds outside the hallway, clankers. „Tech…“ I alarmed them, rising my voice and preparing myself for the fight. Tech stood up and joined me fighting them off. „Where are they coming from?“ I asked him.

„Even though this is rare, I don’t actually know“ he admitted and shot with his two blasters. „Echo hurry!“

Suddenly a shot hit the computer and Echo’s robotic arm, separating it from his arm. „They are coming though the other side!“ He screamed over the blaster fire, holding his arm. I rushed over to him and squatted down next to him, trying to shot as many droids coming from the other side. „Are you alright?“ I asked him worriedly and dragged him behind one of the crates to get more cover. He nodded and grunted „We have to leave…“ Tech agreed with him and threw an electric bomb into the hallway on his side.

„Hunter we are coming, rendezvous at the speeder“ Tech informed them over the coms and helped up Echo, before we made our way into the now clear hallway. „Y-Your hand…the data!“ I spoke out in shock, remembering it still being in the computer. „Shae, we have to leave!“ Tech replied and helped Echo walk. I stopped following them, something in me was telling me to go back and retrieve the hand with the data. Suddenly we heard explosions, they others blew up the power source. Following my instinct in ran back into the room and grabbed the hand, the download had finished. With a proud smile I managed to shot some of the clankers on my way and ran after Tech and Echo, who already had exited the base, thinking I was behind them the whole time. Right before I could reach the exit the walls of the building crushed down and blocked the exit. „Tech!“ I screamed out for help and tried to move the stone walls, but it was helpless.

„Hands in the air!“ I heard a droid say behind me. I sighed, annoyed at myself, and followed his order and slowly turned around. A whole group of clankers were pointing their guns at me. One of them walked up to me and took away Echo’s hand, my weapons and destroyed the com-link. Except the mirror plate from Crosshair, but I didn’t change my expression to give away, that I had noticed.

Knowing I had no chance against them, I just followed them and accepted my fate. At least they hadn’t killed me yet. They lead me to a hanger bay with probably a hundred more of them. „This might hurt“ one of them said and right when I wanted to ask, what he was talking about, I felt a needle being stuck into my neck, causing everything to go dark…

Chapter 11

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chronic-claire-universe · 2 years

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This is a celebration call for the best big brother everyone loves! Me and @bontensucker decided to celebrate our love for Ran with a collab, here a spicy birthday for you!

Characther: Ran Haitani

Warnings: Angst to Fluff, Smut, Cursing, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex, Possessive!Ran, Minors DNI, 18+, Bonten Era!

You look at your phone while fixing your hair in the mirror. You're going to be late. You are going out tonight, your friends finally convinced you to come dancing with them. You didn't want it at first, you were so sure he would call, finally giving you a sign. But it's been a month now and still nothing.

You knew it was going to be like that when you met. He warned you. Going on business trip with Bonten are almost always dangerous. And he turned his phone off to stay under the radar.But today you hoped he would at least give you a call, he promised he'd do his best to be there. You waited all day long. You prepared for that but Ran didn't show up.

You were disappointed and slightly pissed off. It was always like that, you were the one always in waiting.You know it worth it, because when Ran is here, you always feel like a queen. He smothers you with gifts, sweet words and attention, but it's always when he wants.

So tonight, you decide it's your turn to do what you want.

You take a step back and look at yourself in the mirror. You like your outfit, it's sexy, you feel like a femme fatale.When you turn around to take your purse, you jump out of scare when you see a tall man looking at you from the door frame.

"Well hello to you, beautiful, I hope you dressed like that for your man, so I can steal you from him." He smirks and comes inside to take you in his arms. He kisses you, all needy and deepening it, the moment his lips are on yours.

You moan lightly in the kiss, Ran is a good kisser.

He slides his hands on your breast and lower his gaze to look at your cleavage with a smile. « What a sight. »You missed him. You missed his touch and his sweet voice. But you are still mad at him.

You dodge his move when he tries to kiss your breast and go to take your purse. « Too bad, it’s not for you. »He raises a brow while loosening his tie. « Mind to repeat that again ? »

« You’ve been away for a month, you never told me when you were coming back and I had to wait patiently. It’s a girl's night out tonight, and I already say yes. »

« Then call it out. » He says with a fake gentle tone.You turn around and shake your head. « No. I am not doing that. You should’ve told me earlier. I wont give up on my plans just because you showed up. »

He looks at you from head to toe and crosses his arms. « Oh yes you are. This night is mine. »

You chuckle while putting your jacket on. « Yeah, whatever. » but before you can get out of your shared bedroom he grabs your wrist and pull you in his arms.

« Oh I’m sorry baby, maybe I didn’t make myself clear. You are not going anywhere without me. I came back to be with you tonight, I even had Mikey pissed at me because I wanted to be with you tonight instead of doing what he paid me for, so I think the least you can do is being a good fucking girl to me, don’t you think ? »

His sweet tone taste like honey while his eyes are so cold. You really don’t want to get into an argument with him but you’re not in the mood to let him win this time.

You push your boyfriend away and grab your phone when it starts to buzz. « Look Ran, I’m not going to fight. You should've given me a call before. It’s my Uber. I gotta go. »

He runs a hand in his purple hair and frown. You can see he’s trying his best to keep his cool, but it’s like you don’t want to understand, and he’s too proud to remind you why he’s here.

A silent fuck escape his mouth and he snatches your phone when it starts to ring.

You try to take it back but Ran locks you with his arm while he picks up. « This is Ran. No, Y/n is not coming tonight. Don’t wait for her. » And he hangs up.

You push him away. Now you are really mad at him.

« RAN WHAT THE FUCK ?? I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING UNDERLING ! YOU CAN’T CANCEL MY PLANS LIKE THAT ! »

« Of course I can sweetheart. And I just did. Now stop yelling and sit down so we can talk like adults. »

His calm demeanor had you so pissed off it becomes unbearable to stay in the same room.

« Fuck you ! » you say making your way out. But he’s already on your heels and you slam the bathroom door to his face before he can even try anything.

He sight and knock lightly at the door. « Baby… Baby, open the door. » But you are so angry you can’t bring yourself to even listen to his pleading voice.

Oh you love your boyfriend, but this side he shows when he wants something makes you crazy. You feel like he doesn’t even try to understand you.

You’ve waited for him, you were so desperate for him to show up, it made you feel miserable. He didn’t even bother to send a text and you didn’t pressure him. Because you know it’s his job. You have to get along with it but Ran never tries to put himself in your place.

You sit on the edge of the bathtub and take in a deep breath.

He tries again to knock at the door but when you don’t answer he nods.

« Okay baby. I’m gonna take a beer, just come to me when you’re ready to talk, so we can fix things up, alright ? »This is when you realized. Suddenly, your head lift and your eyes widen, realizing he’s gonna find out.You open the door but it’s too late, your boyfriend is already opening the fridge and you run to close it but he blocks the way.

When he turns around, he has the handmade cake you made for him with writings on the top layer.« Happy birthday Ran, I love you. » He read it and look at you with a smirk. « So you didn’t forget ? »

You roll your eyes at him and he raise a brow. You know he doesn’t like when you do that. He always makes him want to punish you, and you end up with his long cock buried deep in your pussy as he slaps your ass for being a brat.

« Of course I didn’t ! Who do you take me for ! But I don’t think you deserve it ! »

« Why not ? »

You open your mouth and then close it again, thinking before indulging yourself into troubles. But you’re still pretty mad at him. « Because you promised me you’d be here today, I prepared everything and it’s almost midnight ! You never called, you did not even bother to tell me you’d come! »

« Am I not here now, love ? »

Again, your lips part but Ran doesn’t let you argue. He takes a bit of cream on his fingers and slides it into your agape mouth as he starts to play with your tongue.

« My girl is moody… what should I do ? Plus it’s my birthday… means you owe me a gift, don't you think ? », the subtle way he tries to handle you is really tempting, you can’t help but moan licking the cream off his fingers "Good girl" he praises before slapping your ass "But that’s not going to help you" he continues while shoving his fingers deep down your throat.

"Tell daddy who you belong to" he says while plonging his index and middle finger on the cake giving you the time to reply a weak you before moaning his name feeling his lips sucking on your weak point, "That's it pretty girl, you're only mine" he says while scarting your tight dress off and lingerie making his length twitch on his pressed pants "I fuckin missed my girl all this time" he says while taking your legs and put you on the kitchen aisle and press his crotch into yours "So good" he says while smearing the cake on your bare boobs licking all the icing and suck on your nipples "Ran" you say throwing your head back taking his purple locks on your finger trying to low him to your clenching pussy "More, daddy more!" you pledge making him smirk with lusted eyes. "You want more?" he says rubbing your folds, making you squirm under his touch, you nod trying to spread your legs showing him your pussy clenching around nothing, "Missed me that much doll face?" he says while playing with your clit, making you bite your lips, "Cmon let me hear you" he encourages finally pushing two fingers inside you. "Ah yes daddy" you moan and finally relaxing the grip on him you start to grind your pussy on his nose and lips "Daddy -ah- please! " you repeat again and again while feeling his tongue licking and eating your pussy like a starved man, "Such a good girl, and all mine" he says before sucking on your clit leading you to the blissful waves of pleasure, "Cum for me pretty, cum for your daddy" he praises while feeling you tremble and let your juices fill his mouth. "Mmm pretty" he says wiping his chin finally taking off his clothes, showing you his long cock, "I missed you" you say while caressing his balls and veiny length, full of precum, Ran can't help but groan and before anything he pushes his length deep inside you. Warm walls welcome and grip around him, making him groan and bite his lips preventing a quick bust, "Fuck, missed this fuckin pussy too much, no one can taste it despite me" he says before setting a pace already hitting the spot that make you see stars, "I wanna cum daddy!" you say while meeting his thrusts and help him fondle his tight balls "Let's cum together doll" he says before groaning filling you with thick spurts of cum while rubbing your clit, making you come undone. "Happy birthday Ran " you say in between pants, giving him a lovesick smile "No more moods swing?" he jokes while giving you a caress, cock still deep inside you, "We just started, you owe me a month" he says before turning your back to him, it's going to be a long night, but you wouldn't want it different than this, you love Ran Haitani after all.

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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May I request a Levi x Reader angst fic? Just barely any fluff, mostly angst going on lol. The reader is a traitor, formaly working for Marley, but betraying them in secret and putting their loyalty on Paradis. The reader is also a shifter and married to Levi for a couple of years. That love and care however is gone once readers identity is found. He truly despises them, insults them, maybe a bit violent with them, and outright tells them that they mean nothing to him anymore and hate them to bits. Readers punishment is to hand over her titan to Erwin, and they agree instantly, broken over everything, believing its all their fault. Once Erwin inherits Readers titan, he breaks down and screams, crying, because Reader was innocent the whole time. They never betrayed Paradis. Never killed anyone, never harmed anyone. They finaly know why they betrayed Marley, the abuse being to much for them, enough to just leave them behind for Paradis. Just... loving and caring as they all saw them. But now the damage is done. They wont come back, they're dead, believing that they died, hated and despised, with no one to mourn their death. Everyone regrets everything.

author note :: i was thinking of leaving this in my drafts but i already wrote it and may as well post it. it didn’t end up going the way i hoped but yeah i hope it’s ok anon. anyways ANGST. ANGST, ANGST. as always i love feed back :-) ⟹ all of the headings with the years are just meant to mean it’s a different moment from that year so those moments don’t happen right after each other i hope that makes sense!! word count :: 7.2k warnings :: canon typical violence, death

845, i.

Everything is falling in place when it shouldn't.

Sun never makes itself known in Liberio yet here it is shining down onto the bustling streets. You half expect for it to crash down and burn into the hundreds of civilians going about their daily business yet nothing of the sort happens. It's typical sunlight and you curse yourself silently for your sinister thoughts.

Secretly the voice at the back of your mind still whispers frantically but you don't wish to hear what it has to say. Instead you choose to drown it out with the sound of Zeke's voice. Finally deciding to pay attention to what it is he's been droning on about for the past ten minutes.

"Soon, soon, soon." He sighs dreamily looking a little delirious.

"Soon?"

Your question catches him off guard, he lightly shoves you with his elbow scoffing in annoyance.

"Did you sit here to not even listen to me?" He turns to take a sip of whisky and the hearty gulp he chugs shows his mild irritation. You assume he's been rambling on about Marley's plan to infiltrate Paradis. You have to admit that the idea of destroying those demons from the inside is amazingly well thought out. However it's all he's been able to discuss for the entire week now and frankly you're getting a little exhausted of it.

"I zoned out..." Quietly placing your glass back down onto the wooden counter you sigh closing your eyes. It's too early to be drinking and you don't trust Zeke enough to slip into ignorance and leave yourself vulnerable. Men are to not be trusted, especially Eldian men. The thought of Eldians triggers your flight of fight response, you want to shrivel up into a cocoon and never come out until the world is rid of the monsters. The lowest of the low, the dirt in between the crevices of Marleyan soldier's boots. That is what Eldian's are.

It's ironic coming from you, your entire family labelled as undesirable Eldians yourself but you, you know you're different. An honorary Marleyan is what you will become. What you are. The treacherous imps who are but an ocean away are the true evil.

Eyes flicking to Zeke he's lighting a cigar. Old habits die hard and he's yet to quit this self destructive custom of his. You couldn't care less if he chooses to cut his lifespan short by ten years, it's his own choice to make. A disgusting cowardly choice but it's a choice fit for an untamed man like him.

The Island Devils are said to be the bad apples but you can't help but stare at your fellow citizens from time to time and wonder what it is they could be hiding. If a demon slipped through the cracks you wouldn't be surprised. Sly in nature, persuasive in tone, that is how devils go about their daily lives alone The hymns they drilled into you all the way through elementary school echo and rebound in your mind.

Locking your bitter thoughts away you have to push yourself to not punt Zeke in the mouth when he teasingly blows a puff of hot smoke into your face.

Fingertips grazing with his he freezes at the sudden contact giving you the perfect opportunity to slip his cigar away and take it in between your lips. You allow for it to linger there but you aren't foolish enough to inhale its contents.

"Zeke, my dear friend. We shall soon be met with the fruits of our own labour but I assure you that discussing Marley's plan constantly will be of no benefit for you nor I."

The day you and Zeke had met had been at warrior training camp. Zeke was a miserable, unmotivated oaf. Always tripping and falling behind the rest of the warrior cadets. You felt rather bad for him, if you were born as unskilled as him you don't know what you would have made of yourself. Zeke, the only child of his parents ironically only ever ended up rising through the ranks after handing them over to the Marleyan government. His father and mother had been conspiring an escape plan but were executed immediately alongside their fellow team members once Zeke had outted them. Unexpectedly he was spared, the fact he turned on his own parents showed where his loyalties were. To his surprise, he was even allowed to continue his training with the other warriors - only this time everyone kept an increased distance away from him. The warriors weren't informed of what he had actually done but everyone had a gut feeling. Everyone apart from you stuck with that feeling. You thought strategically, If he were to become an enemy in the future you knew being close would come at your advantage.

The day you and Zeke had met your mother died, his mother passed away the same day. At least that's what he had told you.

The two of you bonded over the little things, told each other stories about your life at home. Reminisced about what it was you missed.

Then it all came crashing down the day Zeke confessed. The day he told you he killed his mother and father by handing them over to Marley. Your knees buckled underneath you, crashing the floor he tried to grab at you but you thrashed around in retaliation kicking and screaming not understanding why he did what he did. Yes, they were traitors but they were his parents and if the monster had the nerve to turn on the people who gave birth to him who's to say he wouldn't do the same to you or to Marley.

Zeke doesn't know it but ever since then you take the opportunity to sneak the occasional glance at him. Every single time you narrow your eyes in malice. If there's a man in Liberio who you don't trust in the slightest it's him, he must think the feud between the two of you from childhood has been put at rest but it hasn't.

Zeke takes another swig of his alcohol. On this occasion he downs it entirely slamming the glass down with vigour.

"ONE MORE GLASS BARTENDER!"

846, i.

Another day of extensive training is about to end, your back is layered in uncomfortable layers of sweat and the same can be said for your forehead. Kneeling down in the under layer of the forest you're hidden waiting to strike. Going up against the elites is nerve-wracking but you're sure you can pull it off so long as you stay calm during this game of hunters against prey.

It's simple enough if you can conceal yourself and stay out of sight. The robust trees that surround you act as decent enough camouflage and your green cape paired with them lets you veil yourself, keeping you further into the foreground, blending into the environment.

No one will be able to catch you if they can't see you.

All of a sudden your previous thoughts are thrown away when you sense something in the atmosphere has changed, the hissing of the wind behind you isn't natural.

Turning to your side you don't bother to cover up the sound of leaves rustling and branches cracking, your priority is slipping away fast enough to hide again, a tug can be felt at your cloak and your reaction time barely covers for you, your gear fastens itself to a low enough tree branch and the descent is mind numbing. Your breakfast churns in your stomach but you ignore the uneasy feeling, leaping and diving wherever you find a small enough gap. You believe you can outrun your huntsman.

That is until you sneak a glance back and your muscles nearly tense up in pure astonishment, you've been kicked in the teeth just by the man's presence. Captain, Levi slinks behind you weaving through the gaps with increasing speed, he's gaining momentum and all the while his face stays relaxed, this isn't even his full effort.

Terrified you dart upwards and then left, a corner comes into view - Levi should assume you've turned into it and so you rashly choose to dart back down. Much to your hard luck you find that his senses are well adapted, the direction of the wind is enough for him to trace your whereabouts.

The pursuit resumes, and he stays disturbingly relentless.

Arm shooting to the right you think perhaps making it look like you're aiming to fly somewhere else again will completely catch him off guard, he can't expect for you to pull the same trick twice.

Setting your plan into motion your finger pulls at the trigger but you startle when the cable doesn't come out, it's jammed. Panic seeps into you and to make matters worse your gas is running out.

Without warning you're thrust into the body of a nearby tree, the bark scrapes against you and scratches begin to form anywhere you've made contact with the jagged surface, you want to admit defeat but the warrior inside of you denies Levi the pleasure of seeing you beg. In its place you deliver a harsh kick to his thigh, you're aware he's injured it and you're certain there are no rules to say you can't play dirty. Your boots hammer against leg hard enough for him to give out and let go of your body, but then you realize you lost this game from the very moment your grapple hooks broke, you have nowhere to hold onto.

Before you can even let out a shriek of horror Levi's shot back to you, he frantically accelerates and by a miracle humanity's strongest is able to grab a hold of you again. This time you don't dig your heels into his leg and you allow for him to clutch you by the torso.

Within a minute the two of you descend towards the forest floor and Levi throws you into the dirt furiously.

"You could have died. Being foolhardy will only lead to an early death." He barks as he directs his blade towards your neck.

"Am I dead yet?" Whispering back your gaze isn't trained on the blade but right up at him.

His nostrils flare up, his hair sticks to his forehead haphazardly and the knuckles that hold his pointed blades are white in tangled dissatisfaction.

Grabbing you by the hips he flings you over his shoulder choosing to not continue with the confrontation.

"I know what you're up to." His voice is still rugged from the pursuit and it takes you a split second to register what he's said.

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches in your throat, no way, there's no way in hell he knows. He's sharp but he's not a mind reader.

Your position means he can't read your face seeing as you're facing his back, instantly steeling your features you let out a breathy laugh.

"And what may that be?" Silently you pray he's worded himself ambiguously to catch a slip up.

"Being gutsy, you think that makes you a good soldier. It doesn't."

Relief floods you. He doesn't know.

"Soldiers need to be brave." Your retort makes him grumble.

"If you die with no meaning by being reckless what's the purpose of being a soldier?" His question has you stopping and thinking on what the correct answer is.

Unable to think of an answer you ask another question.

"Are you saying your previous comrades died without meaning?"

"No. Their deaths fueled me slay more titans."

"So if I died back there who wou-" He swiftly cuts you off showing no inclination of wanting to hear what it is you have to say.

"I'll cut your tongue off if it's stupid." He clearly isn't serious about the threat but he does mean it when he warns you to not overstep.

Despite the consequences you say what's on your mind. "I just wanted to ask who would give my life meaning if I ever died. I don't have siblings and my parents died long ago."

Silence follows and the crunch of his boots against the muddy leaves tells you he probably doesn't wish to answer your question.

"Sorry-"

"I would. I would give meaning to your life." He says it with such ease you almost want to admire the enemy but you know he's said it because he feels he has to.

"You barely know me but I hope one day you can stop thinking everyone has to rely on you." You say it with taunting understanding.

Another bout of silence follows. Only this time the two of you feel warmly comforted, he doesn't understand how you've seen through his facade but it's easy for you to spot another liar.

846, ii.

Brows drawn back you observe your surroundings attempting to mask your scrutiny. The place is running amok with uncontrollable Eldian folk. The stench of unadulterated sin makes itself known but you seem to be the only person able to smell it. Eren bumps against the table you're sat at and your face twitches a little but you say nothing. You're yet to get used to these people's lack of manners.

At least that's how you force yourself to think. To be truthful, you don't quite understand what it is these people have done wrong. Ever since you've arrived you've been nitpicking at every single minor inconvenience or possible issue. A girl stole a potato and broke it into uneven pieces to share and you attempted to twist the story in your head to make her look like an unfair, greedy voracious demon but... you found yourself finding very little to actually be angry at. These people are essentially normal in every way of the word, they aren't demons and you can't help but feel yourself slip away from everything you once knew as reality. You're finding it difficult to believe what years of Marleyan education taught you, the hymns that were once drilled into your brain permanently are but a vague memory.

You feel disgustingly under-dressed and out of place, you don't belong here not when you're meant to hate these people, not when you're meant to despise them. You should be fighting the urge to shove their heads onto pitchforks or to skin them alive and feed them to pigs. Everyone back in Marley told you to control your impulses but now you're here and you've settled down even having the opportunity to converse with these individuals, share their pain, share their loss, share their suffering, you wonder why you have no impulses to control. Have they brainwashed you? Or is it that you're the real demon in this situation?

Fingers mingling with each other on your lap you sit hopelessly alone. Interacting with the so called enemy is much harder than you expect. Worry consistently bubbles in the pit of your stomach and every night is spent tossing and turning evaluating then reevaluating who the bad guy really is. At first the task of daily interaction isn't a big deal, you find it easy enough to approach members of the team and fake interest in their lives until the original plan falls through. You do become invested in your team members lives and stories that it comes to the point where you don't have to force yourself to smile at their jokes or to sympathize with their tales of grief. You become one of them and you swear you're meant to feel like a traitor but eerily you feel like you belong.

Nevertheless you try your best to stick with what you know. You're nothing like Zeke, you're loyal, capable, faithful and trustworthy. Never will you turn your back on Marley.

Rising to excuse yourself from dinner you think you've just about made it and escaped finally able to hide away in the confines of your bedroom but your lips form into a straight uncomfortable line at the feeling of someone's hand latching at your wrist. You're halfway down the hallway just a few more steps away from your bedroom. You hope it's one of the rookies.

"Oi, come here."

Head shooting backwards your eyes land on Levi, his dark curtains fall in front of his eyes - you note that he hasn't trimmed them as he usually does. Despite his size his grip is firm and your wrist squirms around a little trying to manoeuvre out of his bruising grasp. He seems to notice he's underestimated his strength once again and loosens his hold on you. Narrowed eyes analyse your anxious form, they're grey and in this lighting almost glow appearing silver. For a brief second your mouth is left ajar by the delicate but rough manner of his face.

"Everything Okay?" He doesn't typically seem to care very much about anyone, the question activates your senses and you're on full alert but the eye contact you make with him seconds later slows down the gears in your mind, they only whir and hum in anticipation completely coming to a halt.

"Yes, yes everything is okay." You're playing around with the hem of your shirt and you silently question when you were ever this nervous around anyone. You're a Marleyan soldier for heaven's sake not an unrestrained, unsupervised child left to play in a park.

Despite your clear inability to cushion and shield yourself from your Levi's stabbing gaze you attempt to appear as nonchalant as possible.

"I'll be going I just feel a little —" At first you had thought to fake you were ill but at the feeling of a sudden strike of pain you hold onto your stomach, the ache burns into your abdomen and without permission it travels higher up towards your ribs. "A little unwell." You manage to wheeze out. Hand placed onto a nearby cement wall your thought process is hasty speeding up by the second. Have they figured you out and had you poisoned? No, you barely ate anything today.

You hunch over feeling the bile crawl up your throat, on reflex you clamp your eyes shut not wishing to anger a superior by acting insolent and disposing of your dinner in the hallway. Shaky palms reach hesitantly for your lips and you force yourself to keep it in. Levi would commit a murder if you heaved and gagged letting it all out in front of him.

You motion towards the door trying to emphasize that you can handle yourself in the privacy of your room. Tears bite at the sides of your eyes and your vision is so blurred you can only make out the faint outline of the man who was just in front of you.

"Relax. I'll clean it." Your hair is brushed away from your face securely held back and you can't hold it in any longer, the acrid storm surges through your throat, you retch at the harsh sting it leaves behind. Breathing heavy, perturbed and anxious you gasp in all the air you can get.

"I knew you looked ill." His hands hold your jaw gently, the pads of his fingers are calloused but his touch remains soft. A tissue dabs at your mouth wiping away the excess untouched sick.

Just like the sick which surged through you less than a minute ago you feel something else entirely tear into you. You can't put a finger on it but it's dangerous for you to not feel contempt.

847, i.

Your heart accepts what your mind has been ignoring for months on end when Levi looks you square in the eyes after a heart wrenching expedition. The vacant look on his face is enough for the guilt to consume you whole but he doesn't know that. He doesn't know of your sins.

The wagon of corpses reeks of death and desperation. It's rotten and the smell is sickening. Forcibly you stop yourself from feeling any more grief. The despair isn't yours to go through.

Your first ever personal loss outside of the walls and you've learnt Paradis is not home to demons. Cheeks burning in mortification you can't formulate any thoughts on your own accord, instead they continuously emerge in bursts and finally a single thought sticks out from the rest - Are you aiding in the destruction of innocent human life?

The both of you are sat on guard duty with the corpses, half of the team has been wiped out in one sweep. Your trembling hands don't seem to want to steady any time soon and you sit there with your guilty conscience strangling you slowly, your airflow is getting shallower. Shorter, quicker breaths leave you. The imaginary gash in your chest is bottomless, and your lungs push and pull in a power struggle.

Levi's coarse hands abruptly hold onto yours and the floodgates open again, he doesn't know what you've done to him, done to his soldiers, done to his people. If he knew who you really were, would things be different?

"This was out of your control."

Do you tell him?

The question sits in your mind for a while until you shake your head. He takes it the wrong way and think you're responding to him.

"This was not your fault." For the first time in months you've heard his voice crack under pressure.

"Pe- Petra she- I could have taken one for the team and died instead of her." All that remains of your dear friend is her blood soaked cloak. Her body was one of the few that had to be hauled away earlier to decrease the carriage's load.

The fabric still smells of Petra, smells of honey and chamomile and the simple soap offered at the base, but it still smells of her.

Firm hands grab your shoulders and Levi's fingers dig sorely into your flesh.

"Don't."

"But I- I didn't contribute as much as her and she has family who are alive." Hiccuping you try to bare with the fact that you'll wake up tomorrow and not see her preparing breakfast for everyone else. You know you could have propelled her out of the way just in time if you hadn't been so taken aback by the entire situation.

"You were her comrade. She made the choice to die for you."

You want to reach out, sob into his chest and yell that you regret it all, scream and tell him about the secret you've been hiding. A sorry excuse of a comrade you are to let her die on the battlefield not knowing your true identity. The tears roll down your cheeks and Levi feels his heart constrict and squeeze as he comprehends the lack of regard you have for your life. "It should have been me." Is repeated over and over again, your eyes are raw and bloodshot, the vicious wind sinks its teeth into you.

"Then die."

"If you're willing for her life to have no meaning. Die." The words he spits out are as cutting as the bitter wind. He feels cheated and you're finally able to come to your senses.

He's faired much worse but you doubt he's ever acted out the way you have in front of another person. In this never-ending void of darkness locking away the dull ache caused by deafening loss is the best choice for everyone.

Much like the night you had been sick he takes a grip of your jaw and directs your face towards his, this time he's not as gentle as before but you conclude that it's because he's drained, completely exhausted from the battle. The eyes are the windows to the soul but Levi's window panes are shattered, completely crushed by the weight of the constant burden he has to carry.

"I'm sorry." You croak out the apology. He grits his teeth because he doesn't want you to apologize but he doesn't voice out his opinion. As a substitute he presses his arms against you, the terribly raw panic is murdering you. Levi's gruff voice is a mixture of faux irritation but mutual understanding.

"Cry." He allows for your head to loll against his shoulder.

As the dark envelopes both you and him the scent of the dead only becomes more and more pungent, recalling fond memories of Petra and the others you know your heart settles on a decision before your mind does. You're a two timing back stabbing traitor for this. What you hated Zeke for you have become yourself.

Disloyal, unfaithful and fickle.

That day you place your loyalties with Paradis.

847, ii.

Levi's wiping down one of the kitchen tables, you're kneeled on the floor scrubbing vigorously. The others have already given up, panting they've left using the excuse of fetching water from a nearby well. Your back aches but you find cleaning reassuring and somewhat of a decent distraction.

"Why do you like to clean?" You're used to Levi asking you abrupt questions by now, after all the two of you have been acquainted for well over a year now. Through that year he's learnt about you and you about him. When in the midst of what looks to be humanity's final year's, twelve simple months is enough to form a bond worth a decade.

"I'm not good at a lot but I am good at cleaning."

"You know that's not true idiot." The tone of his voice indicates that your answer doesn't please him.

"But I do think I'm good at cleaning? Maybe not as good as you but I am half decent."

"Not that. You're good at much more than half the people I've ever met." He sneers, his footsteps edge towards you. "Purely being a good person is a talent these days."

You suppress a flinch because you aren't a good person at all. Neither are you that middle ground between good and bad. Rough around the edges and uneven, you're shards of glass ready to slash and hack away at him if Marley somehow lures you back.

The confession, if you could even call it that catches you by surprise and anger fills you. You almost want for him to not trust you and call out your bluff. It's a little unnatural how badly you want for him to realize the truth.

Your head turns up to stare at the man who's a few steps away from you. "Or am I just good at acting genuine?"

You don't even mean to snap at him and you don't even realize you have until you see his eyes widen and mouth part in imperceptible surprise. Biting your tongue your attention is diverted back to the wooden floor. Driving your washcloth into the crevices and dips of the floorboards you ignore Levi's leather shoes which now stand right in front of you.

"Are you questioning my judgement of character?"

Be born in Marley, That's what you had done, trained to destroy people you thought to be devilish entities, foolishly chose to grow attached to the so called enemy. Your mind lingers onto a specific thought and you're deathly afraid to be thinking it in the first place but there's no more avoiding it.

Falling deeply in love with Levi is your worst mistake to date.

"What I did. It was out of my control." you reply, voice hard.

"Not disclosing what it was?" He asks.

Your silence is his answer. Kneeling down to where you are he disarms you, the washcloth is taken out of your hands and he places it onto a table.

"You are a good person." His voice is brusque and he states it like it's a fact, something you should know. Hot tears threaten to spill over, he's stupidly naive for not rethinking that opinion of his. Lips thinned and eyes watering you don't know how to feel.

"Levi. I'm sure you'd like to think that but I am not."

"You love the members of the corps unconditionally I can see it in the way you look at them."

"Sometimes you look a little sad when you stare." The last sentence he adds in has your pulse racing. He's right, you often feel miserable thinking about how everyone would react knowing who you really are.

"I'm not interested in bad people." He sounds distant saying such warm words and it takes a moment for them to actually sink in. You don't quite believe you've heard him correctly. The dread sinks to the bottom of your stomach and the feelings you've buried at the back of your mind hit you like a tsunami. The thought of him feeling the same way for you, is agonizing.

"Stop being ridiculous." The uncertainty is killing the both of you.

"Loving you is not ridiculous, if you don't feel the same way you can say that and I'll step away. We'll be back to normal."

"No, no, no. You don't get it. You're just saying that." Your voice quivers and the intensity of this new revelation is too large for you to cope with.

"Why would, you," He begins, voice just above a whisper, "ever think that way?"

"Why would you even look twice at me?" You reply.

"Because I worry for you."

"You worry for everyone."

"I worry for you the most."

Instead of letting you respond to him this time he carries on speaking.

"We both know we feel the same."

You already knew you were in love with Levi, you didn’t need for him to tell you. You knew you were in love when you tried to memorize his facial features, you knew you were in love when his laughter was the cause of your laughter, you knew you were in love when you threw yourself in front of that abnormal for him.

That's when you begin to understand what all his signals meant. You now knew why he'd let you stare so intently, you now knew why he laughed particularly hard when it was you who had made a joke, you now knew why he scolded you and nearly broke down at the sight of your injured arm after that specific expedition.

You know it. He knows it. You both know what this will lead to.

But you still lunge onto his lap, you still press your wobbly lips against his. You still choose to surrender yourself to him and he still reacts by taking a hold of your shaky hands which lay on his chest. He envelopes them in his warm grasp. Slowly but gradually the ice thaws and dissolves. Heartbreak, anguish and suffering when one of you loses the other will be the end of your romance, you're sure of it. Hell, the both of you are in the middle of a war but your heart flames up thinking of all of the possibilities.

Perhaps it'll play out the one way you wish for it not to.

Could your ending be in betrayal?

848, i.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded hus-"

"Cut the crap and kiss me." Levi's crude interruption isn't appreciated by Erwin but everyone knows Levi doesn't care all that much for formalities and hates being in the spotlight for too long.

Gripping him by the collar of his suit your lips are a centimetre away, he stops you tightening the hold he has on your waist. His lips gently press against your collarbone and his breath meanders towards the shell of your ear.

"Swear you won't die on me."

Gulping you look away apprehensively. You know you can't promise that.

“Oi, I’m expecting an answer.” His voice flickers slightly.

Forefinger holding your chin up you see your soon to be husband close to tears, he valiantly blinks them away. Levi has never been one to make his pain public and your heart twists in your chest as you realize just how much of a hold his feelings for you have over him.

"I can't promise that, you know it'll only hurt more." The strange bitter taste in your mouth won't let you comply with his request and by measuring his reaction you see his eyes cloud in an unidentifiable emotion, you're sure it's nothing positive.

"We may not have a happy ending Levi but we'll always have a happy middle."

Levi scoffs in derision, he has to think your attempt at being meaningful is ridiculous.

You lean into him and it's all so heart-wrenchingly familiar yet foreign. His body sags comprehending that not everything will go the way he wants it to. One of you is guaranteed to leave first.

Hands finding purchase in the cloth of his white dress shirt Levi doesn't cringe at you creasing the fabric as he usually does. He allows for you to call the shots this time, your lips brush faintly against his before you nosedive into him. No resistance is felt and he replies almost immediately. Everyone applauds as his fingertips press into the back of your skull and you find that this is all incredibly hideous. The innate disloyalty you feel, you throwing your entire life away for this man but you find yourself not caring. To hell with that miserable life crammed with sin.

Levi smiles against your mouth, you assume you're meant to magically smile back but you can't make yourself. It's uncomfortable relishing in the undeserved happiness knowing it won't last forever.

The world you live in isn't ideal nor is it forgiving.

Momentary joy is all an antagonist can hope for.

849, i.

Jean can’t take his eyes off the newly weds.

You’re cooing into your Levi’s ear gently, his cheeks flush scarlet at the feeling of your hot breath against his skin and he scolds you for having the gall to rile him up in public.

Jean sniggers finding some sort of odd delight from the interaction - he’s never seen the Captain this content and at ease.

849, ii.

You don't know why you've dragged yourself out of bed just to stare at your husband's face but you have, despite the toll life has had on him he seems sound for once. His breathing peaceful yours is anything but that. When it's dark the weight becomes heavier, your skin tingles and your throat burns aching for release.

Eyes blurring your hands shake reaching out for him but you can't find the courage to make contact. Nothing will ever warrant plaguing him even more with your existence.

The memories become increasingly bitter.

"If we make it out of this alive we'll have children and they'll look just like you."

"I want them to look like you." had been your reply.

Levi winced not seeming to like the idea.

"No, I want them to look like you. You're beautiful."

How wrong he was for thinking that.

You, beautiful? He'd stab himself ten times over if he knew just who exactly he had said those words to.

850, i.

Zeke had betrayed you after finding out who you were to Levi but you half expected that he would tell him the truth at some point regardless of that fact.

Tear stains travel through the mud and grime on your face, Levi's eyes are indifferent as he twists his wedding ring off his finger flinging it into the surrounding rubble.

Without your permission he yanks your arm forwards intending to take your matching ring away but you hold on digging your heels into the dirt beneath you.

"You disgusting bitch. Give me it."

You scream, high and awful, he continues jerking at your arm the muscle throbs crying out for him to stop but he doesn't and no one steps in to put a halt to any of it. Levi having had enough grabs at your neck ruthlessly. In any other circumstance he'd be labelled callous or cruel but everyone on the battle field shares a similar empathy for their Captain. Neither they or Levi had expected your disloyalty.

"I said give me the ring if you know what's good for you." His fingers slide around your neck, his seemingly low words cling onto the little respect he has left for you.

"No." Your defiance has his eyes hardening in and posture tensing. "I'm not handing it over."

Levi says nothing, he only holds onto your throat tighter, if he really keeps at it your windpipe will be crushed in no time. You know he's holding out on purpose, he's still giving you a chance. He expects for you to stand your ground, say you never deceived Paradis, say something, anything to make him let go of you.

"Marrying you... It just happened somehow. I know it was selfish of me." He squeezes harder. "I know it was. I'm sorry Levi." Gasping and breathless you clench and unclench your fists finding it too difficult to explain.

Your mouth opens, you want to tell him you haven't seduced him like he thinks you have, tell him you dropped that plan of yours long ago but then you falter at the last second. It's typically hard to tell when Erwin's infuriated but it's painfully obvious when you make eye contact with him over Levi's trembling shoulders. It's enough to tell you to give up. Enough to tell you that you're beyond redemption, you've ran and hid long enough.

"Hand over your titan." Levi says nothing to Erwin's proposition, the hold he has on your neck loosens but his silence is sickening. It means he agrees.

This is fate's idea of a cruel joke.

But you agree, on the basis of one condition.

"Fine but-"

Levi cuts in, all regard for you devoid from his system.

"You're in no place to be making demands." He snarls, his patience quickly running thin.

However Erwin urges you to continue speaking taking you aback.

"If it's not too much maybe we can accommodate your final wish." Erwin had always been thoughtful in nature and you thank him for even bothering to show you a sliver of benevolence.

Everyone's looking, all eyes are on you. Some are blinking away tears, others are disgusted unable to stare at you for more than a few seconds at a time. Levi falls into the latter.

Brazen with not an ounce of shame you mention the ring again. "Let me keep it." Your left hand covers your right and underneath the flesh is the last symbol left of your union with Levi.

Whispers and murmurs orbit you, none of them are kind and Levi loses it.

His reflexes are paralyzing, he's back at it clawing your neck mercilessly but you don't scream or shriek as you did previously. You take it, you let him unload his frustration.

"Levi. Let it go for the sake of humanity." Erwin says pointedly. Irritation pricks him, he wants this over and done with and your rebelliousness doesn't look as if it'll be tamed any time soon unless you're given what you want.

Levi's face is crimson, the fresh blood from the expedition still steaming. "Y/N, I'll saw your arm off if I have to." But, you know he's already given into Erwin's orders when he throws you to the ground letting you crash and wheeze for breath.

850, ii.

Levi's been appointed to guard you for your final night alive. The room feels wistful as you think back wondering if the life you lived was respectable.

"Why did you stare at me when I slept? Did you think of killing me?" Half commanding and half pleading his voice cracks. He coughs attempting to cover it up.

You jolt not expecting the interaction at all and you're not the slightest bit surprised that he had seen you all those nights staring so deeply. He'd always been a light sleeper. You turn your head up hoping he's looking at you.

He isn't.

"I wanted our children to look like you. I think you're beautiful."

It's now his turn to recoil, only he does so in repulsion remembering the familiarity of those words. They had left his own lips not too long ago.

"I'd never have children with the likes of you." He sounds tense then.

You understand. No one would want to have children with someone as hated and as despicable as you.

"I know." You whisper faintly.

850, iii.

When Erwin's eyes glaze over unable to focus on anything in particular Levi assumes it's him growing used to the titan powers. What he doesn't expect is for his Commander to bang his head against the floor unrelenting screaming your name.

Pairs of hands move to stop him but he thrusts them aside wailing. Levi stresses trying to figure out what it is you could have done in the wake of your death.

But Erwin Smith. Courageous, brave Erwin Smith, who never cracked at loss of life for the sake of humanity, who always eloquently spoke to everyone around him at all times, finds himself slumping down to his knees and weeping for you.

The warm blood from his self inflicted assault still trickles down his nose, a tremor shakes through his entire body when he thinks of breaking the news to Levi.

The edge in Erwin’s voice grows dangerous.

"We made the wrong choice."

Erwin can't word it any better than that.

But Levi understands right away, he wishes he didn’t, he wishes he was ignorant enough not to.

Hange sticks an arm out aiming for his shoulder but he stumbles away nearly falling back into the floor not wanting to be touched by anyone.

He finds that he is not human enough to cry. It’s that or he’s not human at all without your presence.

854, i.

Levi has grown old without you, lived to see months and new seasons without you by his side. Over time his eyelids have become heavier, the corners of his mouth naturally droop and he remains perpetually somber.

Sometimes you visit him in his dreams, each time you make a silly comment about how his grey eye bags make him look like he’s been punched in the face. “Levi Ackerman, I swear if you don’t sleep soon!” You cushion the blow by whispering sweet nothings, reassuring him that you still think he’s beautiful.

Occasionally you add in that you don’t blame him for the past, but those conversations only last for a few seconds at a time.

“I don’t blame you.” It always starts off with the exact same phrase.

“I should have listened to you.” Levi’s tone is stern and uncompromising .

“Lev, I was never going to tell you to spare my life. You tried to listen to me, I could tell you wanted me to deny it.”

Levi refuses to answer you, he still thinks he’s at fault.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t think of that ring. He regrets throwing it away recklessly into the rubble.

Some day he’ll return to Shiganshina to find it. The idea sounds laughable but he has to find a reason to smile as he fights for his life.

That is what Levi thinks as two set’s of jaws snap shut onto his legs, a flurry of red surrounds him. His throat constricts at the feeling of his thighs being ripped away from the rest of him.

“I tried.” He whimpers to no one in particular, eyes blank and losing meaning.

“I know Levi, I know.” The same voice from his dreams soothes him.

“Do not despair. Find me again in another world.” The biting wind adds in.

Levi’s eyelids flutter shut unable to do much else.

He’s unsure if he has the courage to face you again in another lifetime.

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Total Drama Villains x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: You forget to take a towel to the shower and only realise after the shower, so you open the window to stick your head out and ask whoever's out there (Hoping someone is out there) to grab you one but to your chagrin- there's just a villain.

Includes: Chris, Heather, Mal and Scott.

Warnings: Mmmm, I dont think so. Swearing? A kiss?

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All:

You slowly look around the room, very very aware of the fact that you're naked and cold in a room that does not have a great lock on it. "Ohhhhhh no." The words come out low and steady... but are just brimming with panic.

No. Towel.

No towel!!

Finally you gasp, covering the bottom half of your face with your hands and looking at the benches and the sinks in dread. You accidentally came in here without a towel!!

The sudden sound of footsteps out the back of the cabin rips a gasp from your throat and you lunge at the window, unlatching the lock and opening it to see who it is. Before you even stick your head out, you're calling for whoever it to stop. Please. Hold on! I need your help!

Chris McLean:

*You are an adult camper.

When you actually see who's standing out there, you groan. Chris McLean stands outside on the grass, hands in his pockets and an intrigued look in his eyes. He know's he's about to be amused, or he's going to amuse himself depending on what kind of trouble you're in- or what kind of help you apparently need.

"What's up?~"

"Nevermind."

"Oh no no no! Come on, you can confide in Uncle Chris, cant you?"

A whine tumbles out of you. Uncle Chris?? Grooooooooss. He see's and acknowledges your disgusted reaction to him calling himself that, but just giggles. He doesn't leave, to your utter annoyance.

What other choice do you have?? Rolling your eyes, you look down at your feet instead of meeting his beady eyes and wiggle your toes. And mutter suuuuper quietly, half hoping he doesn't hear you. "I forgot to bring a towel... and I really need one... " And, this part you say especially quietly. For seriously asking Chris fucking McLean for a hand would be akin to letting your dignity pack its bags and fly the coop. "... and would you please get one for me... "

"... Sorry, I didn't catch that. What didja say?"

Oh god. A little louder, you say shortly. "... I forgot a towel... "

Chris smirks at that, rolling back on the feels of his feet. "And? What would you like from me, Y/N?"

Finally too frustrated to keep playing this stupid game with the show's host, you snap your eyes up to his and cross your arms. "Fine! Damnit. Get me a towel, please."

Immediately, a cat like grin slowly spreads across Chris' face. Its the most evil thing you have ever seen.

"Now why would I do that when I could get Chef here to send in a buncha rabid bats with you and flush you out?" Christ teases - no, threatens. But then again, does he know the difference in the first place? - , that famous, alabaster white, terror instilling grin on his face as usual. "Now that's, good TV!"

You groan, head falling back on your neck, in frustration. "Chrr-ris!!"

"Ha ha! Well? What do you expect?" You cant argue with that, but you cans till groan again. "Okay, fine. I'll get you a towel! But what will you do for me, heh? Nothing comes for free."

"Oh, don't I know it. I've been on this show for 3 seasons now." For some reason.

"Heh heh."

"Fine, I'll... " Ugh, something for Chris... You blow air out of your cheeks slowly, in thought. What would Chris like? Well, he'd sure get kick out of you getting one of your friends hurt but that's sure as hell not happening. Finally, after a few moments, you get an idea. And scowl. "I'll be sure to drum up some drama for you. Good TV, right?"

"For sure! Promise?~"

Sighing, you lean tiredly on the window sill. "Oh, I cross my heart and hope to die." You promise him like he's a child, which he basically is. Chris McLean has got the maturity level and the intelligence package of a 7 year old on crack.

"Wicked! Heh heh, this'll be good. Okay, hang tight. I'll be back."

You smirk at his retreating back.

When he finally gets back and hands you a towel - a much nicer towel then what you and the other campers have been using. Which is nice? But also, you cant help but worry about what kind of strings might be attached to it, - through a crack in the door, you carefully wrap it around your body and tightly tuck it in.

"I'll want that towel back" He snaps, cranky. Why?? He could've just gone and gotten you your towel! "I imported that from Fiji!"

Of course he did.

Now you take a deeeeeeep breath, gathering all your courage, and killing the butterflies reeking havoc in your stomach. Then open the door again and grab hold of the front of Chris' signature teal shirt and wrench him close before he can walk too far off.

And you smash your lips together and slam your eyes tightly closed.

When you pull back from the kiss - a horrible, unpleasant, bad kiss, - you immediately wipe your mouth with your arm and let him go. But when you reveal your mouth again, you're for damn sure smirking at the stunned man. "Is that dramatic enough for you, Chris? A camper and the host? Scandalous- I bet we'll be front page news."

Then quickly you lock yourself inside the bathroom again, not really caring for his reaction- which only comes, finally, minutes later when you're half way dressed.

"DAMN IT Y/N!!"

Heather:

"Hm." Heather crosses her arms, an evil smirk on her lips- opportunity has knocked on her door. Or, the inside of the shower cabin. "You need something from me. Well! What will you do for me return? Hm?"

As expected. "I will vote for whoever you want me to at 2 different instances of your choice going forward. Except for myself, I wont vote myself out."

She thinks for a moment, but definitely looks pleased. "Three, different instances of my choice."

Fucks sake- "Fine! Just- please! I'm getting cold and one of the boys could come in here at any time and see me butt ass naked!!"

Uncrossing her arms and setting her hands on her hips instead, Heather laughs. "Oh- one of these boys? Shower? Haha. Have you smelled them??"

You blush darkly at her joking with you; At your worry but not your expense, before shaking your head of silly feelings and usher the pretty girl Heather, forward. "Go! Go! Get my towel already."

"Be right back." She rolls her eyes, heading off.

When she gets back, she reaches up to the window with the towel and you gratefully take it, beginning to dry off any drips from your body and get dressed as quickly as possible. "Thank you Heather!!"

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

A few minutes later when you leave the door, Heather's waiting for you on the porch and you basically have a small stroke- jesus christ, why is she there!? STILL!?

"Oh, relax. I'm just cashing in some of your part of the bargain." She sneers, walking closer to you and pressing a sharp fingernail into your chest. "Dont forget, you owe me now."

"I remember Heather, we did this like 10 minutes ago."

"Good." She smiles, a tint of evil to it still. Pleasantly surprised that you're being so obedient. She leans back. "Okay, so Gwen's got to go. You got that? She's out. Vote for her and you're third done with your debt to me."

"Yes ma'am." You smirk, brushing by her and stalking off back to your cabin to put away your things.

Heather watches, hands on her hips and her own smirk on her lips. You might just be useful out of this bunch of losers. Not quite a diamond in the rough, but... better, at least. For sure. "Hm."

Mal:

"Oh- Mike!" You exclaim excitedly as soon as you see the lanky, dark haired boy. What luck!!

But then he slowly turns around; A dark, sinister grin on his face and hair over one eye. And your heart immediately drops.

This is not Mike. Neither is it Chester, Svetlana, Vito or Manitoba- any of which would have been just fine alternatives for this moment.

This has to be fucking Mal. You've met him before, and absolutely nevermind on the luck front.

"Nope." Yep- the grizzly, deep voice that responds to you can belong to no one other then Mike's chaotic evil alter. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You continue to chant curses in your head as he turns around fully and comes forward, looking up with evil glinting in his eyes at you like a twisted Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel.

The kind that makes you rather stay inside your tower- its safer here then out there with him. You don't go out to meet the rabid pit bull!!

"Ummm, nevermind! Go about your business, I'm fine here. See ya!"

"Oh no. What'd you want from little Mikey?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, cruelly inquisitive. You chew on your bottom lip. Damn it; You've peaked his interest. Fuck.

"Um... " The sound comes out quiet and insure as you look down at the grass before his feet instead of his face. You're so nervous. "Well, I... I forgot my towel before I took my shower, and uh... I was just gonna ask him if he could go get me one."

For a moment, he's silent. Your gaze flickers up to his face to see an utterly wolfish look on his face, eyes gleaming with mischief before averting your eyes again to the grass.

Then a loud puff of hard, unpleasant laughter escapes him. He doubles over, holding his stomach as he guffaws at your embarrassing situation. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Oh shut up," You snap, bravely- making him cut off his laughter immediately and look at you. You dare to fucking talk to him like that? "Come on, go get me a towel, please!! I'll owe you one."

After a moment, he stands up straight again and crosses his arms. Yes, he could do something horrible to you right now to teach you not to talk back to him; but it looks like you're going to struggle without his help. All he has to do is watch! "Hmm, nope!"

"Come on!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh." You groan, leaving the window and Mal and plopping down on a bench. Fucking bastard.

This is so awkward. Especially since you know he's still out there!! And he could send someone in at any time.

... Minutes later, and you're still dripping wet but now freezing fricken cold, a towel is flung in through the still open window and lands on the wet floor near your feet. Your eyebrows fly up your forehead, as you look from it in surprise and to the window.

Mal's voice calls through it. "There! Its no fun if you just sit and bear your punishment." Huff. You can just imagine the cute boy - the look works for Mike, but is just very odd on Mal, - crossing his arms and setting his jaw, or even pouting. His voice just sound sooo frustrated. "I'll get you another time, anyway. Everyone will go down, eventually."

"Oh... mhm, oh sure." I mean, I can at least listen to his evil babble since he got me a towel, you think as you start drying yourself down and getting dressed.

A moment after you've got your shirt on, the door is kicked open and Mal stands on the threshold, making you jump. "Jesus christ!- "

"Kiss thank you?"

"Get outta here!" Absolutely not!

Scott:

Peering out from the window, you nearly miss the boy leant up against the cabin beneath you, in fact you would have- if it weren't for his bright orange hair. You gasp, unintentionally getting his attention and smiling brightly when he looks up to find you. "Scott!"

A confused, yet somehow still evil expression paints his face. "Y/N?? What are you doing?"

"Well farm-boy, how do you feel about giving a lady a hand??"

Scott snorts, getting off the wall and stepping back to see you properly. "Lady? I don't see any lady here."

Oh- Bastard. You look back into the bathroom before disappearing from the window for a moment before returning, and promptly clobbering him with an empty shampoo bottle. "You see her now!?"

"Ugh... yeah." He grumbles more malleably now, much more open to suggestion as he rubs his forehead. "Sure, now I see her... ow."

Now you feel a little bad. He looks so pitiful when he's in pain... and yes he's a rat but... its still not okay to hurt someone. You aren't Chris. And also you're getting colder and colder as the water drips unimpeded down your skin and maybe its making you soft. "Ohh... okay, I'm sorry."

He glances up at you, surprised at your apology. "Ahh, no problem, I guess... " Did someone just apologise for whacking him on this show? He crosses his arms, raising a curious look to your disembodied head. "Uhh, what'd you need a hand, with?"

"I... kinda... forgot a towel... could you please go get one for me??"

For a moment you watch his eyes narrow and a wicked grin flicker at the corners of his mouth and get anxious that he's going to ask for something in return- before he rolls his eyes and just shrugs, turning and heading off to the cabin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Be right back- try not to gather too much attention, haha."

As he walks off, you duck under the window again, sighing in so much relief. "Thanks, Scott!"

When he returns, you're waiting at the door and crack it open just enough to get the towel from him immediately- which you quickly wrap around yourself comfortably and sigh. "Thank you so much!"

"Hm. No problem." He huffs, wondering why the hell he did this for you anyway and crossing his arms again.

From inside, you carefully ask: "Are you gonna get weird if I hug you now?"

Immediately Scott's ears go bright red and he quickly loses every little bit of cool-guy vibe from a moment ago. "I-In your towel?? N-No!! I mean- yes!" He rubs the back of his neck, looking away from the door like its you, or he'll accidentally spontaneously develop x-ray vision and damnit, he's a gentleman. "I mean... " Or at least he tries to be.

Grinning, because Scott's unexpectedly cute now that you've flustered him, you quickly open the door, hug him quick, then close the door again and shout 'BYE'.

#Total Drama Villains x Reader #Total Drama Island #Total Drama All Star #Total Drama Revenge Of The Island #td x reader #Chris McLean #td Heather #td mal #td Scott #Td Heather x Reader #td Heather Imagine #td Scott x Reader #td Scott Imagine #Total Drama Imagine #Chriss McLean x Reader #Chris Mclean Imagine #td Mal x Reader #td Mal Imagine

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threepointseven · 3 years

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Home(Dinner Part 2)

Im shortening the exchange students name to S/N AKA student name

Sorry i forgot to answer the person who actually requested this @kurooandkarmaswife thank you sm for requesting! I hope you enjoy 😩

Also lets pretend you cant have more than 1 pact with a human cause yeah. If you havent read Dinner yet go read it since you’ll really only understand this if u read the first part

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: not really with anyone but has subtle undertones of solomon & Simeon x reader

Length: sort of long

Genre: Angst with comfort

Gn! Reader and exchange student!

Part three!

Dinner last night, was, well...pretty terrible. I ended up waking up at 2 am to the brothers STILL not home. Apparently even Diavolo had taken a liking to the new exchange student.

A day goes by and finally i get to meet the new exchange student.

Whoah

Is all i can think. I walk into the living room unnoticed as everyone is talking to the new exchange student, i wouldnt blame them.

They look incredible.

I felt a hint of jealousy wash over me. Seeing Mammon, Asmo’s and Beel’s joyful laughs as they talk to them. Their voice was ever so gentle, it’s what i imagine spring to sound like.

I tried forgetting about my distasteful thoughts of jealousy and walked over to them.

“Goodmorning!”

I called out to try and grab their attention

“Oh, MC! I didnt see you there;;”

Asmo said to me as he was taking selfies with the new exchange student

“This is the new exchange student”

Beel smiled

“Hi! My name is MC”

I happily introduced myself

“My name is S/N”

They brought their hand out and i shook it in return. Their eyes were ever so sweet, i felt the sadness come over me as i wore a soft smile.

Something tells me this wont end well.

Weeks go by as i barely get to see the brothers anymore. They’re always around S/N. I find myself longing the brothers touch. The random emergency texts i get from mammon, calls from Asmo asking me if i wanted to go to a club, Belphie always dragging me to his room to take a nap, Beel’s adorable goodnight texts, Lucifer’s complaints about work, Satan’s library dates, And levi’s rants about a certain anime he just watched.. i missed it all.

I guess i missed the warmth and the constant attention i got from them. The attention thats now being directed at S/N.

The new feeling of emptiness leads me to the Purgatory hall, a place i’ve been to quite often after S/N had won over the brothers.

I enter the room praying that i dont see S/N hogging Luke, Solomon, and Simeon’s attention....

What?

Did i just think that?

Am i that jealous?

Have i gotten so used to being in the spotlight that suddenly i become like this when not in the center?

Its an unpleasant feeling and i try to snap myself out of it as i see Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all happily seated on the couch drinking tea and eating pastries Luke made.

“MC! Hey!!”

Luke happily greets me as well as Solomon and Simeon. Im pulled to the couch as im seated next to Luke. I take a bite of the pastry and embrace the comfort of the sugary sweets.

The conversation goes on for a long time as hours go by. Soon enough the entire tray of pastries and tea are long gone.

As the clock hits 8 PM i realize ive been at the Purgatory hall for too long now. Excusing myself i go back to the house of Lamentation to be once again greeted by smiling faces and S/N laying out plates filled with food for the brothers.

The brothers quarrels, Satan’s face of annoyance, Asmo’s whining... The smell of warm food on the dinner table being handed out....

As i hide from the view of the brothers and S/N i look back to when it would to be me that made everyone dinner and calmed them down.

My chair.

My chair had been occupied by S/N,

What?

Did they expect me to sit on the floor for dinner or something?

As i slowly walked to my room i heard the deep voice of Lucifer

“Oh MC,,, sorry S/N is sitting on your spot, we thought you were gonna go to the purgatory hall for dinner tonight. We do apologize”

As i feel my throat closing up i smile and say in a bubbly tone

“Oh it’s fine! I was actually gonna go out with my friends for dinner anyways! I was just getting something from my room, i’ll be out in a sec!”

Lucifer gave me a warm smile and continued conversing with S/N

As i went to my room i started to realize the situation here. I’ve been replaced. I mean who wouldn’t replace me when the actual definition of an angel was right in front of them with their welcoming arms open.

As soon as i got to my room salty tears trailed down my cheeks,

Jealousy?

Sadness?

Anger?

Whatever the emotion was i wasn’t having it. Unlocking my DDD to be greeted by the wallpaper of me and the brothers all dressed up for a ball we went to together once. i tried to hold back my few tears as i called Solomon, a dear friend of mine.

“Hey solomon!!”

“Oh, yes MC? Is there anything you need?”

“I know i just left the purgatory hall but could I possibly stay there for the night?”

“Oh, of course! I dont exactly know why but Luke’s already whining about how you stayed for too little.”

“I’ll be right over”

I hung up the phone, my tears stopping after i heard that comforting voice of his.

That night i stayed at the purgatory hall, happily sleeping next to Luke, lulling him to sleep.

The purgatory hall became my escape. Solomon always made me laugh, Simeon always made sure i felt welcome there and Luke was practically my adopted son after how long i could stay with him.

As i went about the kitchen helping Luke make a pastry i showed him from the human world a strange feeling washed over me. The feeling of something being erased from my my soul, something was fading away. That something felt like it was piercing my soul.

I look around my body to see what it is. As i look around i see it.

My pact marks are starting to fade

I panic as i excuse myself and go back to the house of lamentation.

As i silently enter the room i hear the faint sound of the brothers, they’re discussing something.

“Cmon Satan you’ve gotta be quick! What if they find out?!”

“Removing a pact isnt that easy Mammon.”

As i listen more i realize what it is.

They’re trying to break my pact with me.

And for what exactly?

Because they want one with someone else.

That someone being S/N

It hurt. Who wouldn’t be hurt? tears flowed from my eyes in record time as i tiredly walk outside.

Devildom was a place the brothers always told me to beware of, but right now i couldnt care less.

While i walked around the town with puffy eyes and the stinging feeling of my pact marks being removed, i hear a certain group of people call my name, i look back to see Luke, Solomon and Simeon’s smiles quickly turn into frowns as they see my tears

“What’s wrong MC?!”

Luke worriedly asks

Unable to hold it in i tell Them.

“The brothers are trying to break my pact with them, they want one with S/N apparently. Im afraid i’ve been replaced by that saint..”

Solomon and Simeon’s face turn into faces of empathy while Luke’s turned quite sour

As Simeon came closer to me and pulled me close into a hugged he mumbles out a comforting phrase

“Whatever happens MC, you’ll always be welcome at the purgatory hall.”

The sentence made my stomach overflow with butterflies. I happily hug back, quickly accepting the purgatory hall as my new and improved home.

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fundy-simp · 3 years

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Fundy/GN!Reader - When You’re Ready [1797 words]

Spicy with some fluff! You and Fundy get a little heated and he suggests a game of chicken to help you feel more comfortable. Which if I’m honest this was just me accidentally writing a healthy use of safe words where the safe word is chicken, which is way too funny to me.

this is spicy, not full nsfw but definitely suggestive and T rated! if you find that uncomfortable in anyway please, I strongly suggest you just scroll past :) if you press read more its no longer my fault that you saw it these wont be common but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless

Fundy held you close while you both slowly danced around his room, it was silly but exactly what you expected from him. His neck was craned down so his face rested in the crook of your neck. It was getting late, the night calling for the end of your date but the grip he had on your hips told you he didn't want you to leave and you definitely weren't going to argue. It was odd, the dance started innocent, mostly an excuse to hold each other close but then something changed.

You couldn't tell if you were just looking too much into it, or if you were the one making it more heated than it was. But you couldn't stop your mind from realizing how warm his breath felt on your neck, or how one of his hands rested on your lower back now instead of your hip. It made your ears burn, you breath caught in your throat when you swore you could feel Fundy's lips lightly graze your neck. The slight touch brought a shiver to your spine that you know he felt.

Letting out a low chuckle, Fundy kissed your neck that time, his lips were soft against your skin but the contact felt like an electric shock. Instinctively you pushed him away, face bright red and breathing slightly heavy. He just went with the push, pulling his hands away from you and clearly in your line of sight, "Too far?" he asked quietly, you could see the slightest tremble in his hands.

You shook your head, much harder than you meant to, making yourself slightly dizzy, "I- No! No no no! It's not that! I just- I. Give me a moment, please." you struggled to find words while he looked at you with soft eyes, his face was flushed with a soft smile on his lips. After a few deep breaths you started to speak again, "It's not that I don't want to, its just. I... I'm scared?" you stuttered out, you frankly weren't good with kind of stuff at all.

Nodding, he carefully reached for your hands, holding one in each hand as he gave you a concerned look "Scared of what?" he asked, rubbing on the back of one of your hands with his thumb.

You shrug, "I-I don't know how to explain it...?" you started, you felt so dumb for having such a weird relationship with these kind of situations, "I'm. I'm just scared I'm gonna freeze up and not say something when it gets too far..." you say quietly before laughing meekly, "God that sounds so stupid when I say it out loud." you say basically shrinking into yourself with every word.

Fundy didn't allow that though, softly and carefully he pulled you into a hug, "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, love." he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I want to though! Fundy I. I trust you so much, I just don't want to... Get your hopes up, I guess?" you say, being muffled by his shirt as you shoved your face into it.

He let out a soft giggle, "Trust me, anything we do will be enough till you're ready." his voice was soft and so full of love it made your heart melt. "Here, actually! I have an idea, how about a game of chicken?" he asked, pulling away from you enough to look at your face.

You couldn't help but laugh a little at the idea, but it honestly felt like the perfect idea. "Sounds perfect actually." you reply softly.

He smiled, his sparkling with a hint of pride before he spoke, "Okay it'll be simple, at the start of every new action I'll look to you. If you nod I'll continue, if you shake your head I'll stop that action, and if you say chicken we stop everything entirely. Sound good?" he asked.

You nodded while he led you to his bed and had you sit down. Softly he cupped your face, connecting your lips into a sweet kiss, waiting before moving to deepening it. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, a silent question that you immediately complied too. The kiss started slow at first, both from inexperience and hesitation before Fundy softly pushed you down to lay on the bed.

Quickly you two had to part, both breathing heavily while he moved pulling your legs up and around his hips. Both of your faces were flushed a deep red as he leaned down and connected your lips in a feverish and desperate kiss. His teeth bonking lightly on yours making you both giggle a little before continuing. While that happened he carefully brought his hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling away from you, he looked at you with lidded eyes as his cold fingers grazed the bare skin of your hips.

Suppressing a shiver you nodded and slowly he pulled your shirt off, sitting back and appreciating your body for a moment. You brought one of your arms up to your face, trying and mostly failing to hide your embarrassment. Softly he started to graze his hands over your torso, "God. Y/n you're so beautiful," he said quietly, almost to himself, "everything about you is perfect." he bent down, placing a soft kiss on your neck waiting a few seconds for your response. You nodded, you felt like you'd melt under every touch he made.

Quickly he started to place more kisses, slowly they got more aggressive. When he started to place hickeys on your neck you moved your arms to his shoulders and pushed him up. Like before he went with the push, you looked at him for a second before shaking your head. Even though they felt like heaven you did not want to have to explain hickeys to anyone.

Fundy's eyes soften as he nods, "Of course, kit." he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips before moving to your jaw. He placed several kisses, lightly nibbling at the skin even, making you gasp before moving to your neck again, this time kissing the other side from last time. Slowly he started to grind his hips on yours, sitting up for your reaction, eagerly you nodded as you motioned for him to lean back down.

Happily he complied and as he leaned down to place kisses on your chest, one hand rested on your hip while the other rested by your head, carefully supporting his body weight. You ran your hand through his hair lightly tugging on it, making his hips jerk as he let out a stifled moan. "Fu-fuck, y/n-" he grunted, focusing more on his hip movements now than kissing you, resting his face in the crook of your neck. One hand still in his hair, you took this chance to return the neck kisses. They were mostly innocent, but when you nibbled on the crook of his neck you felt his hips jerk again a gasp escaping his lips, "Y/n, bite me." he said, his voice was low and breathy as he struggled to keep his moans in.

Immediately you do so, pulling him a little closer before biting down on his neck, the moan that left his throat was like music to your ears. The hand on your hip tightened, which made a knot grow in your stomach as you softly licked the mark you just made. Feverishly he moved his hand to the hem of your pants, looking up at you with big eyes. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes wide as the words basically jumped out of you, "Chick-Chicken! I mean- I-" you stuttered out.

Fundy sat up away from you faster than you've ever seen him move, his chest heaving heavily as he spoke, “Shit- Fuck, I-” he stopped for a few seconds, "Are you okay? I didn't do something wrong did I?" he said quickly, you could see the gears turn in head as he tried to figure out where he could have messed up.

"No! No, you didn't! I'm just-" you pulled your hands away from him, hiding your face in them, "I- I'm not ready for, for uh... You know what I'm getting at." you were sure you were going to melt now, both from the heat of Fundy's touches and your own embarrassment.

Smiling, he learned down, slow enough that if you wanted you could stop him but you didn't. He grabbed your wrists and lightly tugged your hands away from your face before softly kissing you, it was sweet and short before he pulled away "Don't worry, I get it. We can stop now if that's what you want."

You took a deep breath, hesitantly nodding, "I'm sorry, I just- I'm not. I'm so sor-" he leaned in and kissed you again, effectively silencing you.

"Babe. It's okay, I promise. My own body is my own problem, as long as you're comfortable I don't care." he insisted as he sat up from you, you gave him a confused look and he just waved a hand at you.

Sitting up you moved and flopped down on the pillows at the head of the bed. You're heart pounded in your ears as you thought about what just happened in the last... actually you're not sure how long that was but you know for sure it'll be in your dreams forever. The feeling of cloth hitting your face knocked you out of your thoughts, when you moved to look at it, you realized Fundy tossed you one of his hoodies.

He flopped into bed next to you as you put it on, his most recent blue merch hoodie, still as soft as the day it came in. "Come here, we're gonna cuddle and sleep." he lightheartedly demanded, his arms open an open invitation.

You crawled into his arms with a light yawn and snuggled into his chest. A light laugh left you when you realized you can feel his hard on, "Seems like you weren't ready to stop." you say, mostly just to tease him.

"Sh-Shut up! Like I said earlier! My body, my problem. Just, go to bed." He huffed, you could basically feel the blush on his face.

A giggle bubbled out of your chest, a smile resting on your lips as you leaned back and placed a kiss on his jawline, “Thank you, love, for everything. It really means a lot.” You said softly, “I love you so much.”

Fundy snuggled into you, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Of course, I love you too.” he said as he started to run his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp as you slowly started to drift to sleep.

#dream smp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #fundy x reader #spicy #but also #fluff #smut #<- I wouldn't classify it as such but for peoples filtering #there is so much projecting in this im not sorry

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officalaizawa003 · 3 years

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Getting them together

week 3:

The rooftop gang were having their monthly sleepover at nemuri's when nemuri had the perfect idea. She got an empty wine bottle from the recycling bin and had oboro put some of his clouds in the bottle. Now the bottle was at his control. Perfect~

Nemuri: Lets play spin the bottle!

Oboro: Im down!

Hizashi: Me too!

Everyone looked at Aizawa who shook his head: Hell no.

Nemuri: Shouta it would be a shame if your little secret got out right Sho?

Aizawa:....I hate you...Fine! I'll play!

Everyone sat around in a circle.

Nemuri: Alright since last time me and oboro went first its either you or hizashi!

Hizashi raised his hand. Nemuri's eyes widened as blush formed across his face as he eyed aizawa. Oh my god...HIZASHI LIKED AIZAWA! But stupid Oboro decided to open his mouth.

Oboro: Aizawa you should go! Heres the bottle!

Aizawa started blushing as he took the bottle. Oh god...Aizawa likes oboro....This was backfiring. Nemi was gonna tell oboro but aizawa already spun. And he landed on...oboro. His eyes lit up with excitment as the excitment in Hizashi's left. He started fidgeting with his hands, something he does when he's excited. Oboro looked shocked. Shit..

Aizawa: O-oh! Um..haha this is awkward...w-we dont have to k-kiss if you dont want to.

Aizawa had a soft smile. They had never seen aizawa so happy. Aizawa scooted closer to oboro.

Oboro pushed away from aizawa.

Oboro: Im sorry aizawa. I dont want to kiss you..

Aizawa's smile faded and his blush also faded. The room fell silent,

Aizawa: O-oh...yeah thats c-cool. I...

Aizawa stood up and walked to the door, "Im heading to bed..im sleepy...night guys..." and walked away.

Hizashi got up and walked out the room too. Oboro looked guilty as he rubbed the back of his neck after Nemuri hit it hard.

Nemuri: You idiot! I was trying to tell you that he likes you before you handed him the stupid bottle! Now he's probably crying his eyes out!

Oboro: Im sorry I just...it didnt feel right to kiss him in front of Hizashi...

Nemi: OH so you can tell Hizashi like Sho but you couldnt tell Sho liked you?!

Oboro: I knew he liked me...

Nemi: Then WHAT THE FUCK?!

Oboro: But I wasnt gonna take Shouta away from Hizashi...

Nemi: ...*sigh* alright im sorry...but you should go say sorry.

Oboro nodded and got up. He headed in the room and saw Hizashi hugging aizawa as aizawa sobbed into his shoulder. Oboro cracked the door and watched.

Hizashi: Shhh let it all out shouta...Its okay

Aizawa: (in between very loud sobs) I-i loved him...

Hizashi: Its okay shouta...hes missing out on an amazing person. If he cant see how cool you are and what an honor it is to want to be kiss by you then he's blind! You ever so rarely openly show someone you love them, and the one time you do, he fucks it up. So you know what? Screw Oboro!

Aizawa: H-he didnt mean to hurt me...

Hizashi: I know, but he did. And he doesnt even have the balls to come and apoligize to you. Thats what pisses me off. The way he said that to you....how he said he didnt want to kiss you...tch...leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

Aizawa: Maybe he said no because im always mean to him..

Hizashi: Shouta Aizawa you are alot of things but mean is not one of them. You have trust issues. And even those who you do trust you have a hard time opening up to. And you get defensive. You try to act tough so people wont mess with you. I get it. Hes an idiot okay?

Aizawa: I'll never get my first kiss...

Hizashi sighed, "Do you want your first kiss?"

Aizawa: Yes...

Hizashi lifted up aizawa's head, wipes his tears, and

By this time, Nemuri had come to watch too. One final tear escaped aizawa's eyes. Hizashi broke the kiss and put his finger to aizawa's lips before getting up and walking to the door. Nemuri and Oboro ran back to the other room before hearing the door close. Mic sat back down and smiled.

Hizashi: God damnnit sho, I wish you wouldve seen it sooner. Before you went falling for him...I've loved you since day one!

With that mic planted another kiss on aizawa's lips. When the kiss broke again, Hizashi watched as blush slowly but surely started forming on aizawa's face. That excitment came back into his eyes and aizawa hardened his grip on mic's shirt.

Aizawa: You..love me?

Hizashi: Yes! I always have!

Aizawa: This...this might be a bit early..but please...be my boyfriend...we can keep it a secrect if you want.

Hizashi: Of course shouta! Now..doyou wanna stay here or join the others again.

Aizawa: No...I wanna stay here...if oboro really feels bad, he´ll come in here and say it...

Hizashi: Okay. Lay down...l-love.

Aizawa smiled and layed down next to Hizashi. Everything was going great. Expect...Hizashi HATED oboro and aizawa kinda did too. So now Nemuri and Oboro needed to figure out how to get them together (they still dont know yet) AND how to get Aizawa and Hizashi to forgive Oboro. Oh boy...

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galaticrow546 · 3 years

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Breaking news: local artist finally finishes another fic he started and actually tried his best ( also breaking news: i actually write fics, i just dont finish many of them :') )

Anyways here is a little thing i wrote ( quite badly but i tried ) about the Idea of "Dream is small but he still get to keep his memories"

Its so hard to edit the story on Tumblr mobile what ;-;-

Btw i forgot mostly of what happened in OSD so It might be a little strange sorry-

Anyways, OSD belongs to @calcium-cat

Pain, thats all Dream felt for a moment, he twisted and shifted, trying to make the pain go away, even If It was for a while, It was also really dark too, he has no Idea what Night made him drink, but he doesnt feel good.

He felt panic as he noticed his conscience slipping away, as he panicked around, he felt a huge pain going through his entire body as he fainted.

…

After moments, he woke up again, as he slowly got up, he kept hissing at the pain that still jolted through his entire body:

-"Ugh, this sucks" thought the little guardian, "I wonder what Night gave me", as he thought, he opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times before brushing his hands on his face to try and stir himself more awake, but he swears his hands felt...different.

As he opened his eyes, he took a glimpse at his hands, his tiny gloved hands looked smaller than usual, he turned around slowly to find his oversized clothes laying around him, and the clothes he was wearing weirdly looked like the clothes he wore when he was younger, as the realization crept in, Dream slowly realized what just happened, as panic began to grow inside him, he nervously touched his own hand and face while searching for a mirror.

It didnt take long before he found a small, partially broken mirror laying around the room he was in:

-"...It's becoming increasily obvious...I can deny It no longer…"

And, with a tired and defeated breath, Dream spurted out:

-"I am small"

Dream sat back while crossing his arms, how on earth would he even survive here with this size? he needed to come up with a solution fast, before anyone dangerous come-

*click*

Dream's eyes widen at the sound of the door being opened, as he panicked inside, he quickly jumped somewhere to hide, and for now, he needed to be careful to not be spotted.

-"Ugh, now to see how Dream is-"

Night paused, looking at the clothes laying around, It was silent, too silent, he walked over and grabbed a fistfull of Dream's present cape as he began searching for any trace of Dream, but his expression slowly began changing from a calm and neutral face to a worried and panicked one, he moved on from the clothes and began to search around the room, Dream cant be dead right? It was only a magic repressor he gave him after all.

Dream quietly watched from afar, and with a determined face, began to crept closer to Nightmare, ready to jump out and hopefully succeed to escape, a moment passed before Night got a surprise attack from a screaming skeleton toddler, he climbed Night in a rush while he was trying to get Dream out with force, and eventually, the guardian was caught by one of Nightmare's tentacles, as the cyan eye began analizing him, Dream tried to angrily break out of the tentacle's grasp, constantly trying to bite and punch It, It was quickly getting tiring.

Night watched the toddler scream and struggle silently, his face with an serious expression, Dream quickly looked at him angrily and tiredly as he spoke out:

-"Night...I will..ugh...I will break free, let...let me go"

Night listened silently and looked to the side like he was thinking, and with a wide grin, Night answered Dream's request:

-"...no"

Dream gave a tired sigh at the response as the silence between them remained, well, until a particular oreo came in the room in a rush:

-"Night are you ok? I heard screaming-"

Cross paused and stared at the scene, Night holding a toddler that looked like Dream on his tentacles and the toddler looking defeated and tired, It also looked so dirty too, Cross looked at Night silently and confused, Night sighed as he started:

-"Cross, believe It or not, this is Dream...yeah, i know its confusing, and i dont exactly know what happened to him, but trust me, its him"

The toddler tiredly looked up at the ex-royal guard, and shot him a tired but "ready-to-attack" glare, he knew he couldnt actually do much, but he could at least try.

Cross quickly spoke up:

-"...ok? Soooo you have no Idea what happened to him and he is just a toddler now", Night nodded calmly as the toddler looked seriously to the side, at this point, Dream just wanted to sleep, or at least take a nap, and the tentacle had a really tight grip so struggling was quite Impossible.

Night glared at Dream and gently approached him with a wide grin on his face, as Dream looked at him motherfuckerly:

-"awwww, the little kid right here wants to take a nap?" Said Night mockingly.

"No, i dont, let me go Night" spat Dream rudely.

"Not happening little pal, you're staying here until i decide what to do with you" grinned Night maliciously

Dream stayed silent at Night's response, but still kept glaring angrily at Night.

-"anyways, perhaps we should introduce our new pal here to the rest of the team since It might take a while for us to decide what to do, shall we?"

-"yeah, sure"

As Night walked towards the door, Dream looked at Cross with such a serious look that surprised Cross a little, he didnt expect the toddler to suddenly look at him while he follows Night, Cross glared at Dream back, but this only seemed to make Dream look offended, they both kept "fighting" with shooting each other daring and sometimes offensive looks.

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-"stop hitting me!"

Cross was having a hard time with bathing Dream, it seems that the little guy wouldnt give up so soon, It would be a miracle If he even behaved a little, but everytime Cross tried, Dream kept hitting him as hard as he can, and he also seemed very panicked whenever Cross succesfully held him, and then resorted to squirming and throwing water at him, honestly, Cross just wishes this would end soon.

-"I will not stop fighting!, leave me alone at once foul wench!"

Cross looked at him silently as Dream looked back with equal seriousness, they both stayed in silence until Cross handed him the soap and the sponge, as Cross tiredly got up to leave, Dream whispered at him silently:

-"......thank you"

Cross looked back at him with a questioning look, as Dream seemed to ignore the glare, he silently looked away as he left the bathroom, but not before whispering back:

-"......yeah...no problem"

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Cross was eating his dinner happily, well, until Night requested him to call Dream for dinner, since he didnt come down from his room for a while, Cross lazily walked towards the room Dream was given, and then knocked on the door a few times:

-"Dream? You there buddy? Come eat dinner, hope you like soup"

The bedroom stayed silent, Cross knocked a few more times:

-"ok buddy listen, im not joking, Night is telling me to come and get you to get down for dinner"

A faint shuffling was heard from inside the bedroom, Cross waited a while before deciding to turn around the doorknob and opening the door.

All he saw was a little toddler cuddling to the blanket It was given, It looked rather happy and comfy there, but It quickly opened his eyes to stare at Cross, and in turn, shift to sit on the comfy bed he was on:

-"ah, you have returned, welcome back" greeted Dream tiredly.

Cross stared at him confused, why would he even greet him after all of the chaos that happened today, perhaps he was so tired that he gave up on the thought of attacking him? Well, If thats the case, then at least he wont have to deal with a angry Dream.

Cross approached Dream slowly and quite cautiously, as Dream looked at him boredly, the blanket he was holding was quite fluffy though.

-"um, ok so, Night told me to get you to come down for dinner, now answer me, do you like soup?"

-"...hmmmm yeah sure, soup is nice"

-"uh right"

The silence was quite awkward, Dream seemed like he calmed down, but there was still a bit of cautiousness in him, seems like they werent getting his trust so soon.

-"...so, will you come down?"

Dream looks down, thinking carefully and silently before a grumbling sound coming from his stomach (???) broke the silence, Dream got spooked by the sudden sound and made a scared squeak because of It.

As Dream took some time to calm down from the sudden spook, he slowly stared at Cross:

-"...fine, I'll come down"

-"good, follow me, or dont, its your choice"

As Cross made his way to the door, Dream quickly got down from the bed and let go of the blanket he was holding at the entire conversation, following after Cross silently.

#toddler Dream #OSD #Nightmare sans #Cross sans #haha tiny bastard man is even more tiny #btw i wrote this as i am watching a deltarune chapter 2 stream and i decided to try and write something #keyword - tried #tumblr mobile kinda sucks to edit but eh #writing #my writing

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dyketubbo · 3 years

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im rewatching doomsday (comps of all povs of course) and. yeah i just.. feel bad for the lmanburgians. i dont know how i could just. say these people deserved it, when they all sound, panicked and desperate and so so fucking sad. long long ramble under the cut as i recount the events and pick out a bunch of little things

even the day before then is painful. ranboos panic room. ranboo and tubbos talk (tubbo admitting that hes wrong, saying he believes that history is repeating itself and trusting ranboo because he believes in his loyalty), fundy showing the ring toss. tubbos surprise at being told to kill dream before stating that quackity would be in control if he didnt (god, did he plan to fail?). tommy being so so excited. everyone playing ring toss and cheering on jack. tommy still believing in tubbo. tubbo panicking. ranboo and tommy and techno talking, ranboo giving them info. dream placing walls and quackity instructing tubbo on where to kill dream. dream lying about the community house. the entire community house debacle. just, everything.

and then doomsday itself. having to frantically get there because it started early, tubbo only having diamond armor to protect him, fundy standing still after he sabotaged them. tubbo and ranboos genuine despair about the apiary.

tubbo eventually going nonverbal and actively putting himself in danger, not even moving away from techno at first and getting in the way of the firework launcher. tubbo trying to save tommy from the fireworks, ponks broken "dont come over here!" after she was trying to save his cat, tommys face falling and desperate attempts at convincing techno, ranboo going "its all gone", niki spiralling and silently burning down the tree, quackitys pure anger. all the death messages.

jack going "what is there left to protect", tommy brokenly trying to accept that its gone as tubbo and quackity blankly do accept it. jack going "i lost everything again". tommy desperately trying to understand dream, on the verge of tears as he asks why dream didnt just hurt him. his low health and food as hes unable to do anything anymore, his quiet gasp as he spots ghostbur, tubbos tiny shake of his head when dream says dream and tommys story wont be over.

tubbo and quackity breaking the repeaters. ghostburs "i didnt even know we were fighting". ghostbur finding out phil let friend die, hes pained "phil? but i- i gave, i gave phil to look after. and dream found me friend, and technoblade said we were friends", tommys pained talk about technoblade. "we were never his friend. to him, all of this was just an act of politics, an act of clout and a-a social ladder, and you won't remember. tubbo you will, and to you big q, this was a friendship. but to technoblade, this was a ladder. and techno climbed to the tippity talk. do you wanna know the only way you can go? on the ladder? -- and once you reach the top of the ladder tubbo, you can only go down."

quackity asking to sing the anthem again, him strumming as ghostbur sings (and tubbo and tommy joining in). ghostbur forgetting the second verse because it blew up. quackity remembering it, them stumbling through it. tommys "tubbo? im so so sorry", tubbos quiet "its okay." the four all singing together. tubbo looking at the lava with an ender pearl in his hand, tommy correcting quackity and going "our l'manburg". ghostburs speech about friend, about people not taking him seriously just because he has memory loss.

meanwhile.. phil and techno were laughing. cracking jokes. phil mocks them as he spawns withers on the apiary, going "ohhh noo not the bees!". techno shouts at tommy and shoots at him and tubbo. he kills jack and doesnt even notice that it was one of his lives lost. jacks death itself proves that it doesnt take any particular intent, doesnt have to mean anything to the killer. techno and phil were willing to kill people. it would be foolish of them to act as if there were no risks in the terms of canon lives, especially with phil. phil doesnt take ghostbur seriously, treats his despair as an opportunity to drill in a lesson. the most either of them lost was some of the dogs and used up potions, fireworks, and wither skulls

and then theres dream. dream whose been harming the l'manburgians since the beginning, who had taken tubbo hostage, offered eret a chance to betray them all, who had been the man in tommys walls and offering money to tubbo and jack to try and get them to destroy things, who tried to get tommy to kill tubbos villagers. dream, who took tommys discs over and over, who killed tommy twice in one day, who stopped caring about his friends that loved him and were so so loyal. dream, who helped schlatt and pushed wilbur deeper into his spiral, who even then tried to manipulate tommy.

dream, who helped destroy l'manburg the first and second time, who took advantage of tubbo so he could have a premeditated kidnapping of tommy. dream, who abused tommy, physically, psychologically, emotionally. dream, who degraded tubbo and had taken ranboos memory book (which btw, since ranboos memory loss counts as a mental disability with the memory book as his aid, thats dream taking the thing that aids ranboo in dealing with his disability).

dream, who had been the reason l'manburg was created. dream, who got to destroy l'manburg three times. dream won. and techno and phil dont regret it, dont care.

maybe l'manburg was never meant to be. and sure, it started with stealing and an attempt to monopolize on potions but. that wasnt even l'manburg then, was it? it was just wilbur and tommy having fun. l'manburg came after. after the police hurt them. l'manburg started as a silly little revolution, led by a naïve man who thought he could win wars by saying no. it was a place for a family, a place for them to escape from dream. it was a place to try and escape the harm of those outside the walls. it was meant to be safe, even if those against them made it hard to be. it was made from love. it was meant to be happy. it was a symphony, however unfinished.

so. i don't know. i just feel, bad. they never really won, did they? tragedy after tragedy, death after death, destruction after destruction, betrayal after betrayal, hurt after hurt. and now what's left of them, really? out of the founders, erets doing the best and even shes doing awful, forever trying to make up for what he did. tubbos paranoia led him to developing nukes in a desperate attempt to stay safe, because he was taught to stay quiet and keep his emotions to himself, because his death was "justified", because nukes and walls and weapons are the only way he can feel safe anymore.

tommy went through months of abuse, lost all of his lives and suffered upon coming back, suicidal but unable to bring himself to do it because limbo is worse, feeling lost and like he has no family anymore other than wilbur, who he knows is hurting him but cant bring himself to leave, who loved lmanburg so so dearly and only wanted a home, still doesnt have one (tommy from everywhere, tommy from nowhere at all). niki who loved lmanburg and wilbur so much that it hollowed her out and made her bitter and shes so used to being spoken over that all she can think to do is raise her voice and get pissed, who cant see wilbur as a good person anymore because shes hurt and hasnt truly recovered and she doesnt know how to cope without being angry.

jack manifold feels forgotten, hes lost all his lives and crawled out of hell and no one truly noticed, he doesnt even believe that niki really cares, hes desperate and has made his purpose to be spiteful and angry because he cant deal with the emptiness that comes when he realizes theres no point. fundys desperate to have friends, family, a partner, anyone thatll love him, anyone thatll keep him safe, slowly killing himself with cigarettes and disowned because of giving too little too late, because he was too little too late.

and wilburs lost himself. spiraling, paranoid. a young, naïve man who wanted to fight swords with words, who wanted to impress his father, who wanted a nation of his own to feel safe, who was so effected by erets betrayal that he cant trust anyone but himself, whose possessive nature eats him from the inside out, desperate for control and unable to let go of the only person he knows loves him unconditionally

all because outside forces kept pushing, kept destroying, kept ruining them and hurting them and traumatizing them and taking away their homes and pets and loved ones. and i just. cant feel happy for the ones that hurt them, i cant feel victorius, triumphant, any of that. i just feel bad that the l'manburgians never got to be a family. i know they arent the best people but shit, i love them anyways, love them because theyre flawed and because theyre *people*, people who tried so so hard and got pushed so so much and. fuck, i cant be happy that the people who loved nature and play fought and laughed by campfires and read poetry and re-enacted theatre and loved each other and wanted to *live* (even if they were willing to die, if it meant giving everyone else a chance).. lost. they lost.

canonical years of work down the drain in one day. records of history gone, now only remembered in full by a traumatized teenager who was taught not to talk about his negative emotions, and even he misremembers some parts. they didnt even lose fairly. they had no chance. they couldnt have prepared for withers, for tnt rain, for the hounds. they were poor, weaker than their opponents, sabotaged by one of their own. thats.. tragic.

doomsday was a tragedy. i cant agree that it was deserved. i cant agree that they had it coming, that they deserved to lose homes and pets and limbs and lives and land because they werent the greatest people around.

a small country of less than 10 people (at both creation and destruction) now a giant crater in the ground, remnants of a parisitic egg taking over the land. and it wasnt even lost fairly. three people were stronger than an entire nation, even with all of its allies. two anarchists working with an abusive tyrant. so, no. doomsday wasnt deserved. people dont deserve tragedy. there were better ways, i truly cant be happy that the way chosen was violence. i cant.

l'manburg's citizens deserved better. they really did. the ends dont justify the means. and god, am i fucking tired of "justice". if justice means choosing violence over love and respect and caring about those less strong than you, i dont wanna hear about it. fuck that man, id rather love and be loved than constantly give a shit about making up for hurting others by getting hurt, thats stupid and cruel and i cant see it as okay on a moral level. not when the people that got hurt deserved to be loved and cared about and protected and *talked to* instead of constantly shot down.

of course for the narrative i can enjoy violence and characters getting hurt and i do like how "real" it all is, the despair and dissonance in tone and how terrifyingly messy it all is. out of story perspective- honestly rather cool even if it makes me feel bad. in story perspective- holy fucking shit no that wasnt deserved and god i hope everyone hurt will be able to heal and learn to love and be loved again because thats such a terrifying thing to go through. from a detached pov i can appreciate the insight into everyone involved and i like the plotlines that came from it, but from a compassionate pov i just wish the l'manburgians were allowed to be happy and treated as equals so they didnt have to go through all of this

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