#< he isn't centipede-y here but it /is/ him

[starheirxero]

All gods have to start their fall from grace somewhere…

A few close-ups under the cut :3

[taintandviolent]

Bitchin' ; Peter Maximoff x rollerskater!reader

summary: You always wear your silver rollerskates. But, when Peter Maximoff decides to check out the roller rink's arcade, and spots you... It's fate. At least, Peter thinks so. word count: 4.2K words! w a r n i n g s: brief use of Y/N, shameless smut, smut without plot, public fingering, public handjobs, dry humping, kissing, neck kissing. a/n: requested - I lost the original ask but the anon wanted a rollerskating reader who Peter was obsessed with! Honestly, this is my very first Peter fic so if there's anything that isn't in character or canon please mind your business and pretend you do not see it.

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The disco ball twirled above, casting little squares of light over all the skaters like pieces of confetti. You grooved to the music while carefully maintaining your balance. The rink was buzzing with celebration; at least three birthdays amongst other parties were being held there.To you, it was merely another Saturday night. Skating had become more or less a therapeutic activity for you; it was a way to unwind after the day. The stresses floated away behind you as you circled the rink. Thankfully, it was also aerobic in nature, so you were getting your daily exercise in as you decompressed. Not to mention, it was funner than hell.

So, this wasn’t Peter’s usual hangout. But, the rink had a Centipede and a Dig Dug machine, so why not? The light from the machines blinked, reflecting off his eyes. New highscores were easily beaten when the bar was set so low. Come on! Did they even try!? 

To his right, he heard a cacophony of giggles and chattering as a cluster of young girls sped his way, their hands full of drinks. To avoid a collision, Peter was forced to turn around, making way for the girls as they passed. And as he did, two flashes of silver caught his eye. 

Those same two flashes of silver zipped around the rink, catching the neon lights from above. Peter’s dark eyes followed them as they circled and eventually, trailed up the shapely legs that they were attached to. You had a bangin’ body, that much was evident. He watched you as you skated around and around, your legs weaving in and out of each other with skill. You weren’t hugging the perimeter, scared like some of the other girls. You were confident, and in your own, bodacious skating world.

Nah, he thought. No way. But… What if fate is totally intervening, dude? What are the chances that I clock a girl with silver roller skates if it wasn’t meant to be? C’mon… 

As his thoughts raced, you veered off from the throngs of skaters, heading towards the wall near the tables. Chalking it up to destiny, Peter couldn’t argue with himself any further. It was now or never. The moment to strike, the moment to make his move…was right now. 

Your skates hit the wall with a thunk-thunk. Your drink was right where you left it, and still cold enough to sweat. As you sipped, you spotted a guy on a mission, making his way in your direction, maneuvering through people as they passed him. Silver hair? Silver… everything, really. Interesting coincidence. You turned around, unsure, but nobody else was seemingly aware of him. So, you weren’t mistaken, he was headed straight for you. 

Once he got to you, he said two words. Two words.

“Bitchin’ skates.” 

That same dorky smile that he wore as he made his way over to you was still plastered on his face as he stood in front of you now. The same one that, contrary to his probable assumption, you weren’t turned off by. Quite the opposite; you thought it was adorable, endearing even. 

“Uhh…” You brought the plastic straw to your lips, buying yourself time. You sucked in a mouthful of soda, raising your eyebrows at him and he raised his back, grinning inwardly. Something about you had clearly caught his attention; he wasn’t leaving. Unfortunately for him, you were ten kinds of anxious and fourteen kinds of nervous when it came to talking to guys. You leaned over the wall, looking at his feet; a pair of silver shoes. You gulped down more soda, and pulled the straw from your lips.

“Don’t judge a book by its cover, babe. Just cause I’m not skatin’ doesn’t mean I’m uncool.” 

You sniggered, rocking back and forth on your skates. You set the soda down on the same table you retrieved it from and gave him your undivided attention. Even though you hadn’t really thanked him for the compliment, it didn’t matter, he wasn’t deterred. “So uh…” He leaned in, angling his face towards yours. Your gaze flitted to his lips for a nano-second, before you darted back up to his eyes. “My name’s Peter.” 

He’d clearly expected you to tell him your name, but you remained silent, clamming up at the very heavy flirtation that he was laying on you. Had you really just forgotten your own name? Clearing his throat, Peter inched closer still, now practically leaning over the wall that separated the rink from the dining area. 

“You come here often, nameless cutie?” Okay… that was cheesy. Too fast for you to notice, he rolled his eyes, silently chastising himself. Much to his delight though, you didn’t skate off, laughing hysterically, shucking him off like some idiot on the school yard. You stuck around and gave him a cutesy, coy little nod that went straight between his legs. 

“Yeah… I do. Every Saturday night. Um… My name’s Y/N.” 

“Guess I need to start comin’ around on Saturday nights…” 

“Why’s that?” You questioned, pumping the straw in and out of the lid, the plastic creaking with the action. You knew the answer. You were willingly lining him up for a compliment that you’d let land real nicely. “Hm?” 

“Well…” He shifted his weight, leaning his elbow on the railing. “Clearly all the babes come through on Saturday nights. Case in point.” He gestured to you with a nod of his head. 

“Thanks,” you muttered to the floor. Some people scooted around you, bracing themselves on the wall. New skater, obviously. Peter paid them no attention; his gaze was iron-locked on you. 

“For the compliment on your skates or that absolutely bogus pick-up line I just tried?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a blush crawling up your neck. “Both… actually. Silver has always been my favourite colour.”

Now Peter was the one blushing. “Was that a… compliment? Or uh…” 

“Could be.” 

“Could be?” 

“Yeah.” 

“What do I gotta’ do to make it one?” 

You considered this. Really, he didn’t have to do anything more than what he’d already done. He was silvery and ultra-cute, and the way his lips curved up into a smile every time he looked at you had your knees turning to Jell-o. Plus, he was wearing a RUSH shirt. RUSH was cool. 

“Skate with me.” 

Say less, he thought. Before you had a chance to process it, Peter raced over to the rental counter, coming to a halt just before the swinging door. The girl behind it was too involved in a fashion magazine to attend to him - and if he was polite enough to wait, the speed at which she was gonna’ move would’ve been excruciating. Peter snatched a pair of skates in his size, tucked his shoes in one of the empty cubby holes and took off back towards you. You had just barely finished blinking by the time he was sitting at your table, arms folded on the railing.

When you opened your eyes, he was sitting instead of standing. You furrowed your brows and peeked over the wall. He was laced up, ready to go.

“How did you…” 

You knew. Even though he hadn’t disclosed it and you hadn’t really seen him move, you knew. You’d heard about mutants, but the thought never captivated you enough to look too deeply into it. To you, they were just regular people – well, not regular people – but people all the same. People with lives, people with feelings. 

But this guy… this guy was really cool.

“Well, come o–” 

Again, before you’d even finished blinking, he was in front of you, cheesing. “You were saying?”

You weren’t sure how else to acknowledge his power, so you’d do it honestly. You nodded once and said: “Bitchin’.” 

“Bitchin’,” he affirmed. “Bitchin’.” 

You dipped forward, reaching for his fingers. His large hand was warm and inviting, and immediately enveloped yours. For a moment, the two of you didn’t move. The second he laced his fingers in between yours, your arm went numb, buzzing with electricity. You weren’t sure whether or not that was a part of his mutantness, or just… your own body responding to this very cute guy touching you. Probably the latter, but you weren’t about to sever the connection to discuss it. 

Peter looked flushed, but masked it with a charming smile and a quirked silver eyebrow.

“Oh, we’re holdin’ hands now?” 

“Well, yeah,” you started, dismissing it as though it was the most normal thing in the world. You beamed, flashing him a smile before pulling him into the flow of skaters. It was hard to imagine that you, with your utterly awkward sense of self, had suddenly taken the lead and were now in control of the situation. “You know how to skate?” 

“Uh… sorta.”

“Well, here.” You spun around, now skating backwards. You held out your free hand, wiggling your fingers towards his. Peter did a double-take – was he really going to be holding both your hands? No questions asked? His already-fast heart thudded in his chest. This was too easy. Fate, man. It’s fate. 

“Come on, don’t be shy. You had enough confidence to come up to me earlier… don’t back out now.” 

“Wha-?! I’m so not!” He looked offended. You couldn’t help but laugh at that, and grabbed his hand at the wrist, pulling him closer to your body. You then noticed that his knees were locked in true beginner form. He looked stiff and slightly unsure. 

“Relax, baby…” You cooed, coaxing him through the motions. “Just move with the groove…”

Slowly, Peter’s dilated eyes crawled up from his skates to yours, and up your divine lookin’ legs. They made their way up your torso before finally coming to a stop on your face. Inside, his heart was hammering against his ribs. Had you just called him baby? Baby? Hoh’ boy… 

Peter composed himself from the impromptu melting you’d caused, he straightened up, relaxing his knees to push into the skates. As the two of you had abruptly picked up speed, you glanced behind you to make sure you weren’t going to run into anyone. Thankfully, he seemed to be navigating pretty masterfully. Peter had his bearings. In fact, thanks to his quick reflexes, he’d gotten his bearings approximately seventeen seconds ago, but you didn’t need to know that. That might’ve prevented the absolutely stellar physical contact he was experiencing now. 

“Yeaaaaaahaaah, Peter! Just like that.” You cheered him on, happy to see that he was loosening up and moving in a much more natural way. For Peter, your smooth voice was doing wonders… but in the wrong way. Or the right way. No. Right way for the wrong situation. Okay, so what? Your syrupy, praising voice was going straight to his crotch. 

“Hey, can we uh… Can we go faster?” He asked. You nodded, preparing yourself to take the lead, but before you could make the necessary changes in speed, Peter spun you around, snaking his arms around you from behind, hands resting gingerly on your abdomen, just above your hips. It was a risky move, he knew it, but it just felt so right to do… and after a few seconds, waiting on bated breath, no protests fell from your lips.You weren’t about to shoo him off, not with the way his grip was sending shivers up and down your spine.  

“Ready?”

You nodded, though you weren’t sure what you were agreeing to. He continued moving his feet, skating them back and forth. With a quick motion that pressed his chest into your back, Peter took off, narrowly avoiding some dude in neon dolphin shorts. He pushed you, navigating both your bodies around the rink at record breaking speeds, speeds so fast that nobody else even registered you two moving. Around you, people were still moving, but slowly. So slowly. You were nothing but fluffs of air as you passed them. It was terrifying; you’d never moved that fast on roller skates in your life. 

After a few laps, you gripped his veiny forearms pressing them tight against your hips. “Okay! Okay!” 

Peter tipped his toes, letting the stops drag against the polished linoleum floors. You two slowed down abruptly until you were back in sync with the rest of the rink’s patrons. Your hair was wind-blown, tousled locks fluttering back into place. 

“You okay?”

“Oh my god,” you breathed. “That was…” 

“Wicked?” 

“Y-yeah.” You swallowed, wetting your throat. You had some other choice words, but you weren’t about to crush his spirit. His toned chest was rising and falling into your back, and for a second, you leaned your head backwards onto his shoulder. You caught yourself in that embarrassing moment of weakness and jerked your head forward again. “S-sor–”

As quickly as you two had stopped, Peter pivoted you on your skates, and crushed his lips against yours, pressing into them tightly. His lips were warm and melted into yours, but the shock of the kiss had you frozen. After a few painstaking seconds, he pulled away, a look of terror plastered on his face. His eyes searched yours, desperately. 

“Shoot… Did I totally misread that?” 

You licked the remnants of him off your lips, humming in satisfaction. “No… no you didn’t.” 

Peter bounced on his heels, nodded, and glanced at your lips again, wanting so desperately to be back against them, but he’d play it cool, and wait for you to make the next move. 

“Peter, I um… think you’re really cute. But next time… can you give me a warning when we’re gonna’ go hyperspeed?” 

“Next time?” He chuckled low, rubbing the back of his neck. He liked the implications that there’d be a next time. “Y-yeah, sure, babe.”

Silence fell between you two, and while neither of you spoke, a lot was being said. The way he gazed into your eyes, the way that you gazed back… that was the thing about chemistry. It found its way in, no matter how quiet you were. Your heart fluttered in your chest, your stomach muscles tightening instinctively as you looked at him. Peter’s strong hand flexed on yours, gripping your fingers and yanking them towards him. The stops on your skates bumped into his, knocking him backwards slightly. 

“Peter...” you started, nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek. 

“Yeah?” Bless him. The eager, almost desperate look in his dark brown eyes told you he was ready for whatever you were gonna’ throw his way. Preferably, another heated kiss. 

You wanted to, desperately, but swallowed that fiery urge, suddenly hyper-aware of the people zipping around you. At  present, no one was tossing insults your way, but if you two lingered on the rink any longer without skating, you suspected they would. Nervously, you chewed your lip. “We should probably um - get off the rink...”

He agreed with an excited but wordless nod, and towed you in the direction of the opening. Adjusting to the feeling of carpet beneath your feet, you moved behind him, thankful for his hand.

As you passed the video games, both of you stopped in front of one of the party rooms. This one, unlike the others, was off to the side, and dark. Inside, there was nothing but a table with some chairs, and a few leftover party decorations pinned to the walls. Both you and Peter stared at the empty room.

“Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” 

“I dunno. Just what exactly are you thinkin, Peter?” 

He smirked.

By the time you’d exhaled, Peter had twisted the handle, tugged you inside, and pressed your back gently against the door, shutting it. He hovered over you, face inches from yours, looking down at you with a wanton, heated gaze. With one hand flattened against the wall by your head, Peter flexed the muscles in his forearm, showing off just slightly. 

“Hey,” you said, gazing up into his dark, inky pools. 

“Hey back.”

You wasted no time in kissing him. This time though, you went at him with parted lips, exhaling over his lips. Peter moaned softly into your mouth, overcome by your scent and taste. Everything about you was unreal; from the way that you tilted your head to get close to him to the way that your fingers clawed at the front of his jeans, desperately hooking into his belt loops to pull him closer to your own hips. Coming up to you was the best decision he’d made in weeks. Maybe months. Maybe even friggin’ years. 

Peter’s tongue swirled around yours, pausing to pepper softer kisses on your plush lips every few seconds. “Mmmm-hm…” Another eager kiss. “Babe, you’re totally…”

“What, bitchin’?” You finished for him, teasing.That had been the word of the night, seemingly. 

In response, Peter kissed you again, pulling you in at the waist. He rutted his hips against you desperately, grinding his half-hard cock into your groin, hungrily seeking out friction. At the whisper of his powerful thrust, you paused, flattening both hands on his chest. 

“Wait, lemme take off my skates,” you started. “I don’t want to fall…”

“If you do, I’ll catch ya’. Promise.” 

The confident lilt in his voice was enough to make you trust him, or maybe it was the way that he completely wiped your stream of consciousness by brushing the bridge of his nose against the nape of your neck, peppering tiny kisses along the feverish flesh. 

Peter bucked his hips against you again, forcing himself against your fingertips, pressing them into the denim. You took his enthusiastic dry humping as a green light, and unbuttoned his pants. You followed with the zipper, and you heard Peter mutter something under his breath. Whatever it was, it sounded massively excited. 

“What was that?” You asked, coyly.

You wrestled with his jeans, fingers exploring deeper, slipping through a bush of silver and  ventured further down, stopping only to take hold of his cock at the base. It was hot to the touch, and now, rock hard. Really…. You thought, smirking to yourself. His interest in you wasn’t superficial, this dude really wanted you. You gripped a little harder, watching intently as the muscles in his jaw feathered and clenched. 

“I said uh, um… it was… Hoh’, babe…” You started stroking and Peter’s head lolled back between his shoulders, a broken moan hitching in his throat. “Hoh’ my god…” 

You kept stroking him, your thumb massaging the veiny underside of his swollen cock. Every pass of your fingers brought another breathy whimper from deep within his throat, and your core tightened further. He was putty in your hands, desperate, whining and begging for more. 

“Just like that, babe…” He bucked his hips rhythmically and brought his other hand to the door, bracing himself. 

“Want me to go faster?” 

He looked at you, quirking a brow as if to say, “Really?”

So you did. It took all of three seconds for Peter to start quivering above you, almost vibrating. Peter dropped one hand, his thick fingers dragging across the ruched elastic of your shorts, pads fluidly slipping over the satin fabric. 

“Can I…” He paused, clearing his throat. “Can I touch her?” 

You loved that he called her her. Cute. You exhaled a moan through your nose and bit down on the corner of your lip. Meeting his gaze again, you nodded excitedly. Peter’s hand pressed against your stomach and dove downwards, slipping over the front of your shorts. At first, he stroked her from the outside, feeling the warmth that radiated from between your folds. But he moved fast, in all ways, and soon, he craved a different sensation. Quickly finding the waistband of your shorts again, he dipped inside to find the hem of your underwear, pausing only to run his finger along it, before slipping past it.

“Ohhhh…” He groaned, feeling the blistering heat of your cunt, and the beginnings of the pre-cum that had made its way up to your folds. “Oh, okay. Silver really is your favourite color.” 

You laughed into his neck, walking your feet out slightly to spread your cunt for him. His fingers grazed your clit, circling it delicately a few times before he moved to your slit, manipulating the wetness that greeted him and coated his fingers. Peter inserted his middle finger, pumping it in and out carefully a few times. You moaned through closed lips, a weak attempt at muffling the sounds, should anyone hear.

“Wanna’ see something cool?” 

You, breathless and starting to sweat, nodded. 

“Fffuck, you’re so wet… uh, sorry - okay. Prepare to be wowed.” He hoped. At least, he was fairly certain that you’d never experienced what he was about to do. 

Half a second passed. Then Peter’s finger slid in and out of you so fast it almost felt mechanical, drilling into you at inhuman speeds. Your jaw dropped, pupils dilating. He wasn’t joking – but maybe selling himself short. You were a little more than wowed.

Abruptly, you pressed your ass against the door, pulling his slippery fingers from you. “St-stop, I’m gonna’ c-cum if you keep doing that.” Shocked at your honesty, you felt your face flush. 

“Oh?” He slipped another finger in, murmuring happily at the way your slick walls clenched around them. Peter brought his thumb forward so that with every pump of his fingers, the pad of his thumb bumped into your puffy, tender clit. You couldn’t help but whine then, the dual-stimulation overwhelming your senses. 

He continued, winding the coil in your tummy tighter and tighter. You moved into him just a little bit closer, plunging him in just a little bit deeper and wrapped your free arm around his broad shoulders, desperate to bring your bodies tighter together. Although his hand enveloped your pussy, you could feel the repeated grind of your own hand as you jacked him off. 

Peter continued, mercilessly, delighted that he had you coming undone in front of him. Sweat streamed down your neck, winding its way down into your cleavage – which, by the way, he was absolutely devastated he couldn’t see. His gaze was locked on your tits then, watching as they rose and fell with each laboured breath you took. Suddenly, your hand went slack around his dick. You focused on nothing in particular as white hot flashes darted across your vision. Peter groaned into your neck as you came around his fingers, warm, wet… 

Your knees buckled, the wheels of your skates rolling forward. Just as he promised, Peter caught you strongly with his free arm, and pinned you against the door with a soft thud. You gasped, gripping him hard, pleasuring him with a new found fervour. You stroked his cock with long, deliberate strokes, paying special attention to his reddened head. Pre-cum, lots of it, leaked from the slit, and you eagerly spread it until his whole cock was slippery. Peter squirmed against your body, his fingers still slipping in and out of you at high-speed. 

“I’m gonna’... I’m gonna’....” 

“Oh, so you cum fast too?” 

Your teasing was all it took for Peter to lose it. Every muscle in his body clenched, his eyes rolled back as his dick spurted sticky, white ropes over your hand and into the fibres of his jeans. You loosened your grip, letting the natural throb of his cock bump into your stomach, leaking against your skin.  

Knock. Knock. 

In a nanosecond, Peter had both of your appearances returned to normal as though a mutual jerk-off session hadn’t just happened. But ohhhhhh, it had. It definitely had. Even though the boner had totally faded, his cock still felt like it was throbbing. He laced his fingers with yours, and threw open the door, pretending to search for the light switch.

“Hey, this room is off-limits…” The girl said, looking slightly annoyed. Peter recognized her; the same one from the rental booth. Guess she finally had to make her rounds. 

“We were just – “ you stammered, trying to find a feasible excuse. 

“Checking out the room for a party.” Peter interjected. “Is food provided?” 

The girl seemed taken aback by such a simple question. “Uh… y-yeah. We do pizza or hot dogs.” 

“Sick, thanks.” 

With that, Peter yanked you from the room, skating back towards the arcade machines. You looked out towards the rink; it had slowed down substantially, and likely, would close soon. Time had flown while you were in there with him. 

Once you two had stopped, you turned to him, running a single finger down the front of his shirt. It was still damp and warm with his sweat. A small smile curled its way onto your pink lips. 

“You got a pen?” 

Thwip. Thwip. He was back, fingers wrapped around a blue pen, which he held out to you proudly. With a satisfied smile, you took his hand, flipped it over, and wrote your number on the inside of his palm, near the meat of his thumb.

“Call me?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Not maybe. He was for sure gonna’ call you. He’d call you the second he got home – well, no. Maybe not because he’d get home way before you. But. He shook his head slightly, dislodging the distraction.

If Peter had his way, he’d bust his next nut inside of you.

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[guillotinna]

Neighbor! Soap would be like:

Met you as he was walking up to his unit with a box in his arms and quite literally, dropped everything to shake your hand

Has a dog named Ardbeg (famous Scotch brand) who he takes everywhere

Makes sure the light outside your unit is always working

"Lass, if you don't keep that light on at night, a boogeyman might find you, you know"

Platonically, you fell first but he fell harder

How could you not be enthralled by a boisterous scottsman with a cute little (actually quite large and intimidating) sheephound ??

Halloween isn't typically as big of a deal in Europe as it is in America and John was always deployed in the holiday, so when it comes around, you make sure he's invited to your party

When he asks for costume ideas, you say: "John, if you wear Jamie's outfit from Outlander, I know at least 4 girls off the top of my head that will fuck you on sight"....."So outlander it is. Got it"

Weekly movie nights of course become common place

Yall eventually transition from watching the movies to criticizing them to just watching trash TV

He sees you come back from a Date oddly quick with a pathetic pout so of course he asks what's wrong

"Y/n, back so soon? What happened?" "They stood me up. Real piece of shit" "aw Bonnie, don't worry. We'll have a good time, just us"

Takes you out so you don't waste a good outfit

Always has a good time but never let's his guard down for your sake

Creepy guy a few seats down watching you? Soap sees him. Bartender look at you too long? Soap saw that. Someone cross the street to walk behind yall? Soap was already putting his arm around your shoulders

Became protective very fast

When you're gone for a weekend, expect a lot of texts with frowny faces :((

"Bonnie, come backkkkk. Ardbeg misses you :(((" "are you sure it's ardy that misses me🤨" "......yes"

Yall love to share recipes from your hometowns with each other

You draw the line at haggis while he draws the line at (insert questionable dish here)

Shockingly, a very clean and quiet tenant

Will come over and kill bugs for you

A practice that started after he nearly broke your door down when you screamed bloody murder over what turned out to be a centipede

You find yourself restless and on-edge whenever he gets deployed

You've become the first person he sees when he returns and the last one to see him leave

He catches himself missing you while hes gone...odd

You start to wonder why people coming in and out of his apartment at all hours of the day bothers you so much

Ofc, johnny Rushed to the bar you're at when your friend calls him from your phone explaing that you got sloshed during a night out and need help getting home

While he carried you on his back to your unit, he realizes how good you smell and how soft your skin his and how perfect you'd be under him

Even though you're neighbors, you catch yourselves leaving things at each other's places since you're there so often

[theworldvsyoshiko]

So, the current state of affairs...

The settlement's in pretty much its final shape. A few of the original buildings are still hanging around, but they're almost solely used for utility.

All the living area stuff is clustered around the rec hall. Everyone's got their very own Extremely Impressive bedroom, except the Thavon/Josefin/Payne polycule, who still share one. Still in the process of making rugs for all of them. Toward the right is the new hospital, and past that, the new guest rooms. There are now six paid guest rooms of roughly the same quality as the ones the actual members have, and the old rec room has been converted to free/cheap shared guest rooms. 18 guest beds, 8 hospital beds, and 4 prisoner beds, and at times most of those are full.

There's also a kill pacification-of-new-friends box to the south, since everything's walled in now. Apart from the spotlight, those are all tranq turrets off to the right. The lack of traps + lack of battle animals or mechs + use of nonlethal weapons means that fights are still pretty dicey in here, even with the raid difficulty set at like 50%.

Out of the 22 factions on the planet, 5 are allies, 5 more are neutral, and the rest are hostile. Not bad progress. Unfortunately, one of the factions...

... is perma-hostile, and can't be reasoned with. Nothing I've been able to do by fucking around in dev mode or anything can change this, so I think that probably Bandits don't have a generator for non-hostile pawns. Some other groups are like that, and thus can never be non-hostile. I thought I'd disabled them all at the game start, but guess I missed one.

So the Dancing Flock is gonna bring peace to the planet apart from these very stubborn bandits.

Aelanna "Anna" Cessara

Still not much to say about her. Anna spends all day cooking, gardening, and doctoring. Anna and Josefin have been close friends pretty much the entire time, and if it weren't for the penalties for non-human anatomy, they'd definitely be banging by now. Josefin is literally her only friend.

Josefin Xiontara

Just look at her. With 18 Shooting, an archotech arm, and the Askbarn bonuses, she's great in a shootout on the rare occasion that she gets to use an actual weapon. As it is she just makes masterwork furniture all day. You'd think that with double passion for Crafting she'd be great at it by now, but this group's needed so much construction that it's just about a full-time job.

Josefin actually gets along really well with almost everyone. She doesn't even hold a grudge against Saio for her still-broken nose. However, there's one exception: Sonia. That sassy little brat can't get enough of insulting her.

Erika Belsaas

She's now the group's Scalpelizer, their official super-doctor, so she's pretty much running the hospital. That, research, and getting high accounts for pretty much her entire day.

Similarly to Josefin, Erika likes everyone. Unlike Josefin, almost nobody likes her back that much. Erika really likes insulting people. Not sure what that's about, since there's no reason she should. But, while Erika considers about half the group to be her friends, only two of them actually think of her as a friend back. Presumably everybody else isn't fond of being compared to ungainly animals by a stoned moose.

Stork Saio

Saio's still the group's official artist, and he's damn good at it. (Apart from the Really Nice Pants incident.) He's pretty much constantly making sculptures these days. His melee skill... well, he still gets to use it sometimes, but I try to keep him and Payne out of combat when I can. They're too kill-y.

Saio only really likes Payne and Josefin, and barely has an opinion on anybody else. This includes Trav, who's his lone romantic option as a gay guy. For now, at least.

Thavon Rovon

Being the local mechanitor really should be a big deal, but this isn't a group that has a lot of use for, say Centipede Blasters. I probably should start progressing through the mechtech tree a bit, though. Thavon's melee skill is pointless. She's the group's second-best crafter, so she gets saddled with making a lot of the 'it's nice to have quality but I don't really care' stuff like clothes, and she trades off research duties with Erika.

Thavon's married to Payne, of course. Thavon's up there with Josefin in being pretty close with the whole group. ... except Josefin. Somehow these two have shared a bedroom and Payne for like half a year and they have basically no opinion of each other. I'd blame the fact that Josefin's always running around doing construction and Thavon spends all day in the workshop, but... so does Payne.

Willow Payne

20 melee hell yeah. Also, in addition to the combat aura and flight powers, Nephilim also have Lay On Hands, which is an instant wound-mending, similar to the one Sanguophages get. That's been such a fucking godsend for this whole hospital thing, because somebody can walk in half-dead and Payne just zaps them back into one piece. Payne's good at enough stuff that she stays pretty busy.

Married to Thavon, sleeping with Josefin, etc. Payne is so fucking pretty that most of the colony loves her, but she's only fond of a few people in return. And, she's the one person to outright hate someone. She cannot stand Saio. -41 relationship. She'd get a mood boost if he died. I think they have general low compatibility, but the two also got into a fight a while back. Since they're two melee monsters, it did not go well for anybody involved, and Payne ended up on the floor with about half her bones broken. She's holding a grudge.

Travis "Trav" Roth

Trav... isn't good at a lot, but another shooter is nice, and his weird fox powers are pretty handy in combat. The Animals skill would be great, if this group had any use for war animals. As it is, I've assigned Trav to handle the group's Gauranlen tree. It makes little fighty plant guys, don't worry about it. Getting some melee tanks out of it. Anyway yeah he spends about 6 hours a day pruning a magical tree because he isn't good at much else.

Trav's got it rough. He considers Payne, Thavon, and Anna to be friends, but none of them like him in return. The only person who does consider him a friend is somebody that Trav moderately dislikes.

Sonia Pseugite

Listen... she's 11. She's working on it. She got garbage growth at 10, thanks to showing up when she was already partway through that age bracket. She also got intensely unlucky though--she hit 10 right when she was literally about 20 in-game minutes away from ticking up to the next growth level, which would have given her another passion. As it is... I gave her a gun and she's been pitching in as a junior nurse, so hopefully some day she'll be good at something except digging. Right now she's like some kind of mole racial stereotype.

Sonia really likes Payne. Literally nobody likes Sonia. Nobody really hates her either. Not sure why that is. She's new, but she's not that new, compared to...

Luis "Silver" Vital

Okay look yes I never announced Silver when he showed up. He arrived here as a pirate, and a 7-flame Genie who was only a teenager was just too good to pass up. I mean, that Crafting is the main draw though. As soon as he arrived I put him in charge of making charge weapons for everyone who can shoot. They don't need them often, but when they need to fight, they need actual guns.

Despite being a socially-inept newcomer, Silver's friends with most of the group already. He's even the closest thing Sonia has to a friend.

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I feel like Remus would really like human centipede bc.. it’s him, c’mon, and drag Virgil into watching it.. then Virgil ends up liking it idk

Bonus points if it’d the other way around

Y E S to A L L of this!!! You bet your ass those spooky beloveds love watching horror together!! Another bonus point: Even if there isn't a jumpscare Vee purposely clings onto Ree just to have an excuse to be close to him and once Ree teases him about it the emo certainly pulls the 'It's just really cold in here' card (He's not fooling anyone)

[starry-blue-echoes]

au "Koichi the younger brother of Hol Horse" + au "Kochi dies but is reborn as act 3 with a hole in his chest in the alley of ghosts"

Hol Horse decides there's no more danger and is like "what if I leave my brother in this town with my new friends and go off to work?" and leaves (maybe this goes into one of your au "Hol Horse in part 5 works for Passion")

And of course. Kira Yoshikage himself in Morio. The man who later kills Koichi, but gets payback.

Imagine the horror everyone will feel not only from Koichi's death, but also from realizing what Hol's reaction to his brother's death will be when he finds out about it. No one called him about Koichi's death; everyone felt bad.

And then Koichi is reborn in Haunted Alley, and that makes everyone panic even more.

Y E S

Y E S

OH ABSOLUTELY THIS IS AN AMAZING IDEA

Just. Hol Horse had heard about RHCP and the Stand Arrows and came running. He helps guide Koichi and the other kids, Josuke and Okuyasu get to meet Koichi's funky morally grey brother, and it all goes great! He stuck around for a few more days after RHCP's defeat, but he felt confident that it was safe once again in Morioh now and things would be calm. The two bros promised to call every few days, and went about things as they usually did

And things are fine for weeks after that (RHCP was beaten sometime in mid/late May and Centipede Shoes happens somewhere after June 24th and before July 1st). Sure there's the occasional Stand User that pops up and stirs up trouble, but nothing the kids or Jotaro can't handle

And then one day there's a phone call. Or to be more specific, he doesn't get a phone call. Hol Horse waits for hours, but..... Koichi never calls him

At first he brushes it off. Maybe Koichi was busy or got roped up in more Stand shenanigans. He'd probably call tomorrow to make up for it.

But then he doesn't. Okay, a little weird, Hol Horse would think, but maybe it just slipped his mind.

The third day he gets anxious enough to be the one to initiate the call.

Hundreds of scenarios were running through his head. Maybe Koichi was hurt, maybe he got kidnapped, maybe he went missing, maybe he was-

Dead.

The word echoes in his head as his aunt is sobbing on the phone, her words barely coherent but enough that Hol Horse can understand the meaning.

His baby brother is dead. Murdered days ago, with the killer nowhere to be found

He'd heard about the killer. About the ghost girl Koichi had met, about how they were probably responsible for all the missing cases, the anxiousness and questioning he'd had, wondering if Morioh was even as safe as he thought-

Well...... the answer was obvious now.

He drops everything to go back to Morioh. Screw whatever mission he was on, screw whatever target he had, he needs to get back right now because he's already too late, the least he can do is be there for the funeral and to protect the rest of the kids.

Hol Horse would immediately bar the kids and any other underage Stand Users from getting involved after this, a rule he only enforces more after he learns about Shigechi. Because that's what they were. Kids. Three 15 year olds who'd barely started high school, now two 15 year olds who are now going to be burdened with the weight of a dead best friend and a 12 year old for the rest of their lives

But then it turns out Koichi isn't as dead and gone as they thought. He was still dead, very much so....... but he was here.

And Hol Horse would be torn. On one hand he wanted, he needed, to hunt down the piece of shit who'd killed his baby brother. He needed to find Kira and make him pay for the pain he'd caused, and he was going to be sure his death was a slow, agonizing one.

But on the other....... that isn't what Koichi needs right now. Koichi needs stability and security and someone to be there for him. The kids all have their lives and can't dedicate every moment to be with him but...... but Hol Horse can. And he does. Every step of the way, every new ability, every nightmare, every flashback, Hol Horse is going to be there with soft words and gentle hands to comfort and hold him

And if we throw in the Hol Horse In Italy Looking For Polnareff, this could add an interesting spin to that. For one, if he went undercover before Part 4, Sorbet and Gelato wouldn't be dead yet so his bond with La Squadra as a whole would probably be different. Still a bit distant because of Hol Horse's intentions, but that's cleared up much faster and easier when a few years down the line La Squadra decide to turn against Passione

But when this happens......... ho boy

If we make this at the point where relations are a tad strained with everyone but Pesci, this is probably going to just add more to that tension. At first it would be fine, Hol Horse requesting a couple weeks off because of some personal issue arising, maybe even coming back early because "it figured itself out faster than I thought" and things going fine...... but then a few weeks later he suddenly gives Risotto a notice that he's going to be gone for a bit and then just. Fucking off to who knows where for several months straight but still sending them money to help pay bills every few weeks(he probably got some kind of job in Morioh, maybe thanks to the SWF which essentially boils down to "compensation for tracking down and securing dangerous Stand Users")

And what if when he goes back....... he ends up bringing Koichi with him. Yes Italy isn't the safest and given Hol Horse's position he's probably in even more danger but..... while Kira's gone, that isn't going to just magically erase all the anxieties Koichi's been having. Maybe Italy can be a bit of a change of scenery, just to help him cope and process in a place that isn't full of memories, at least for a couple years. He still keeps in very close contact with his friends of course, something made easier by the fact he doesn't need to sleep and thus can bypass the issue of inopportune timezones, and it's a simple few days of flying to visit, so he's able to keep those bonds without too much issue

and when Pesci accidentally stumbles upon something he shouldn't...... what if instead of Hol Horse's plans to find the Boss, it's instead Koichi. Maybe he mistakes him as an enemy and attacks, nearly getting a bullet in his skull from a partially conscious INCREDIBLY protective Hol Horse who really shouldn't be moving right now. I do think Pesci would agree to keep this secret, and now at least Koichi has another person to talk to :D

hmmmmmmm....... maybe to tie this in to the rest of the Act 4 AU when Giorno's existence comes to attention, Koichi ends up taking the job to show that he's grown and more capable now. Not in secret of course, he tells Hol that he wants to do it and they have a LONG talk and set up all sorts of contingencies in case anything goes wrong

And massive shocker here, Things Go Wrong

[onlinecorvus]

Hey so I’ve just discovered your crime au and it has my in a dang chokehold rn lmao so wanted to know more about it so you got any random facts you can share?

🦀 anon

Ah... let me think... what have I not talked about...

well, the. oc team isn't complete. it's missing a few more kinds of characters 1. a weapon's expert kind of character 2. a bombs expert 3. a supplier kind of character. if your or other people could participate that would be delightful! though, I doubt you will crab anon. mainly because well.. you're anonymous ha

i can't promise that all the information here is new. because some aren't but there are new ones!

Eddie has a niece in this au. she's a oc of a friend of mine.

Home is terrifying. He is a Train-Creature, but a noticeable thing about him is that he has legs. many legs. he is a train centipede thing.

a thing about this au, and about me is that I make things, accurate. I'm redesigning Howdy and he is a centaur-like creature however with more accurate caterpillar anatomy. having 8 proto-legs (false legs) and 6 arms. Howdy... oh boy... Howdy. if you ask me which one of them has the most amount of trauma. it'd be him.

Sally is schizophrenic. and she is not doing well. She verbally says what she sees though, and when they're hallucinations the others pay no mind to it and ignore the hallucinations so Sally understands, yea, they're hallucinations and they all move on with their day.

Wrenly Hates coffee. Anne hates tea. they both fight over the kettle every morning for no more than 5 minutes before they come to a decision. The rest of the office kinda just... stand by and ignore.

BARNABY SPENDS ALL HIS MONEY.

Eddie is scared. constantly.

Anne knows how many people are looking at her. She doesn't know who, but she knows how many and uses it to her advantage. (please be aware I'm not the creator of Anne. That pleasure goes to @welcomehomeartfanatic)

I think it's obvious, so I'll say it now. Anne is Frank's sister. She changed her appearance to appear different to him, but at the end of the day, they are related.

Wrenly back in College was a rizzler, let me tell you that. and heavily traumatized. was going to put a list but realised how damned it is.

Poppy was once a mother.

Howdy is not an official member of the Playfellows merely a supplier.

Home and a crucial character in the plot are brothers.

Julie may love her siblings in the au, but they do not love her back. at all.

Wally

and all their blood types? yea here they are: Wally: O+ Julie: RB- (New blood type Rainbow. rare.) Sally: W- Frank: M+ Eddie: R+ Barnaby: C- Poppy: RB+ Howdy: Y+

that's all i can think of for now, i hope it's not too little.

[ask-the-yan-fam]

Why hello, this is the massive hc list

Here's some dumb lil' hc's I've created for the trio of siblings while working on the game and asks (bonus Haven bc I love them, they're my favorite child). I might throw these into a separate window so it's easier to find them later on in the blog. -OP

Emma

Emma is a preemie baby, thus she is so tiny at 13 (4"7)

She doesn't remember her parents, or even ever seeing them as a baby

Emma is super smart, she loves coding little pac-man-like games on Scratch

In the future Emma wants to be a police officer/crime scene detective so that she can cover up her brothers' crimes'

If Emma had a Pokemon team she'd have a Jigglypuff, Dratini, Steenie, Espurr and an Eevee

Emma bullies Y/N online on several alt accounts as asked by one of her brothers (Ben)

Emmy loves pink (specifically Cornflower Lilac pink)

Emma has the biggest bedroom since her brothers' wanted her to have it

Emma knows about Ben's and Ray's feelings towards Y/N and usually helps them out with finding any info about Y/N they cannot find themselves

She knows what her brothers' are doing is wrong but doesn't know if she has the power to stop them

Emma isn't a Yandere but is very confused about love

Emma is banned from 4-Chan, Omegle and Twitter

Emma knows she's in a game but her brothers' don't and she thinks its for the best they never do

Emma is willing to bully and scare Y/N just so they are safe

Emma loves doing makeup on her brothers'

She hates centipedes and centipedes only

Emma is 'legally' adopted by Raymond

Emma is aware of other Yandere's from other games but she's too shy to talk or interact with them because she's scared of one of them specifically

Emma loves TUC slated crackers

Y/N and Emma often have day outs together

Emma is best friends with some of Ben's coworkers

Emma is a charmer

Emma doesn't have many friends her age because she looks so little and her brothers' are scary to the other kids

Emma rarely ever gets mad at her siblings

Emma is very shy but feels comfortable around people her brothers' trust (eg. Coworkers, friends and Y/N)

Emma's favorite animal is the pig

Emma loves animal crossing and pokemon

Ben

Benjamin isn't Ben's real name, it's Jack

Ben's name change doesn't have to do anything with gender, it has to do with him hiding away from the law for 'suspicious activities'

Ben has nightmares because of his parents, he often wakes up in tears in the middle of the night and Ray has to come comfort him

Ben has several small burn scars around the back of his neck and has often carved words into his body (specifically Y/N's name)

Ben takes Emma to his job (Club Cupid) very often and lets her sit around in the main office

Ben taught Emma how to be a charmer

Ben is willing to kill Ray for Y/N

If Y/N ever asked Ben to hurt Emma he'd offer to hurt himself or someone else instead

Ben's room is connected to the basement where he keeps a little room just for Y/N

Ben would give Y/N dog relaxants so that they wouldn't be able to run away or even walk

Ben would only give them the relaxants if Y/N was caught trying to run away

Ben and Raymond often have arguments over Y/N and they usually end up with one sneaking cyanide into the others food (or a fight)

Ben is extremely mentally and emotionally manipulative

When Y/N is sleeping, Ben breaks into their bedroom and snuggles up to them

Unlike Raymond, Ben has several friends and is very friendly with everyone

Ben has a burn book like the mean girls obsessed twink he is

If Y/N was sick Ben would literally cry because he'd think they're dying

Ben would take the best care he can of Y/N if they ever got sick (including extra cuddles and being able to sleep upstairs in his bed with him)

If Ben had a theme song it'd be Baby Hotline by Jack Stauber

Ben loves to show his affection towards Y/N in public

Ben snuck a walkie-talkie under Y/N's bed to listen to them sleep

Ben steals Y/N's stuff while they're away or not looking (eg. clothes, toiletries, used straws ect.)

Ben uses his side job as a photographer to be able to take pictures on Y/N without their knowledge

When Ben is caught taking pictures by someone else he says he's a photographer and that Y/N is a model in a photo-shoot right now

Ben is willing to kidnap Y/N if they ever try denying his love for them

Ben is a master cook

Ben is amazing at hiding himself, other people and objects

Ben has a German Shepard called Hades!

Ben's favourite pokemon is Espeon

Raymond

Raymond can and will hurt Y/N if he wanted to, he's not afraid to admit it to anyone

Raymond doesn't have a stable job yet he's a very handy mechanic

Ray's favorite band is Måneskin

Raymond hates his parents, just the thought of someone bringing them up in a conversation puts him into a bad mood

Just like Ben, Raymond is extremely mentally and emotionally manipulative/abusive

Raymond is willing to chop off one of Y/N's limbs as a punishment for running away

Ray is an avid smoker

Raymond loves ropes, they're his favourite

If Y/N ever tried hurting Emma, Raymond would punch them without hesitation

He may not seem like it but Raymond truly and dearly loves Y/N, even if they don't return the feelings back to him

Raymond has a fear of being weak

Raymond is the reason Emma doesn't have any school friends (he accidentally scares them off at pick up)

Raymond has a long history of running away from home when he was a teen

When Ray and Y/N are alone he turns into a cuddly puppy

Raymond is great at parkour and is very strong

Raymond could easily outrun Y/N

Ray isn't the sharpest tool in the shed

Ray has dyslexia

Ray has a little Kuromi keychain that he got from Emma (he keeps it tied to his belt)

Raymond always picks up Emma from school, ironically he's afraid of her getting kidnapped or taken away

Ray is the tallest character from the entire VN (second being Uncle Bear)

Raymond loves to drink

If Y/N ever used drugs of any kind or smoked he'd try convincing them not to do that

Raymond doesn't have friends, well he does have one but he doesn't know if he can call him a friend

Raymond usually takes care of the house chores

Raymond casually follows Y/N everyday, everywhere

If Y/N was ever sick Raymond would have no idea how to help them but he'd still try his best

Raymond would keep Y/N tied to his bed

If Raymond ever had a pokemon team he'd have an Incineroar, Mightyena, Zoroark, Morpeko and an Umbreaon

Raymond is afraid if Y/N ever wanted a child, he's afraid of being a father

If Y/N began stalking Raymond he'd allow them, he thinks it's adorable

Raymond would notice if Y/N began stalking him

Raymond wants to marry Y/N so badly

HAVEN!!

Haven is non-binary

Haven is the name they were given as a child (they think the name is really cool and suits them)

Haven's mum passed away a few years back when they were little

Haven is Y/N's cousin

Y/N and Haven are childhood best friends

Haven has a cat allergy yet despite that they still want a cat

Haven's favourite band is Baby Metal

Haven has a crush on a girl from their science class

Haven despises Raymond and Ben but doesn't mind Emmy

Haven is an only child

Haven's favourite colour is brown

[chuluoyi]

https://www.tumblr.com/chuluoyi/739464723579437056/hello-chuto-you-its-your-cat-anon-here-i?source=share

Hi!

How's ur day?

Ur so right about LYK..the cheater role isn't for him. And that actress doing soomin also not it😭😷 please save me from this drama so disappointing BYE I wish there was someone else for soomin role 😭

I don't have any pets. I wish I had, though. I did have a dog around 8 -9 years ago, but we gave it away. It takes effort to take care of them. im still a student, so I don't have one. Besides, I'm living with my parents. I'll get a retriever and an orange cat🥹 when I start living on my own. Actually, I am scared of dogs.

Flashback to 5 years ago, I went out to get something from a local store, this dog they had was out. The dog kept barking at me (maybe because of my mask), and then it almost bite me. I was crying for my life. That shop owner just kept saying "shh shh." I was so pissed at him lol, but I just came home. I actually think animals hate me or something. There's some cows/ox on my way to college. I have to hold onto my dear life every time I pass them. One time, I got hit by one of those (thanks to my neighbor guy who saved me. It was embarrassing for me. The save was heroic, and I fell in love with him, my savior 😩jk) I took a different path one time when I saw a group of them standing, it felt like those bastards were waiting for me. I took like extra 5 kms to walk and to make the day worse, some guys(I hate) in my class made fun of me. The day is printed on my head!

I do keep attracting reptiles(hate em) and insects. Like snakes, all kinda lizards (they are ewww), skinks!

Story time 2:

2016/7, we used to live in a very foresty(I forgot the word) kind of area, the grass was tall as my dad (6 ft). Basically everything lived there. It's a place straight out of horror movies. Had to live there because of my parent's job there. One day, I was going to take my books from the shelf to study. This shitty huge ass skink jumped onto my lap. I didn't know it got there. IT WAS SO HUGE I didn't know they can get that big. Still gives me goosebumps and nausea. I seen too many snakes,centipedes and I'm not bothered by them atp. Oh and ants and other insects love me, they always kiss me on the lips[sarcasm] (istg they always bite my lips😭😭 I don't even know how they get there)

I had a spider as a pet. I loved it but someone killed it..probably they were scared of my baby.

That was long! We got diverted from the og path.

Do you have any pets?

cat anon!!🥹 i'm sorry for taking a long of time to reply, i just went back from my vacation and i prefer to answer long ask through my laptop :'))

my days are going okay lately! thank you for asking🥹 what about yours??

RIGHT?! omg maybe i'm biased but i still think he's best with comedic roles rather than serious... murder-y roles, like it doesn't suit his personality (or face) at all😭 HAHAHAH the way you scrapped it omg, and now i'm too because yeah... i can't take this farce any longer😭

ahhh i so relate!! my parents didn't allow pets because it'll take a lot to care for them and such, and my househelper isn't that reliable either so yeah, pets are banned in my house😭

omg... that's so scary😭 if i were you i'd be scared shitless too! that shopkeeper grrrrr why didn't he do anything to help🥲 cows?! okay... that's new... i never know that cows can be aggressive🥹 but isn't that sweet that your neighbor helped you out!? i'd swoon over being saved from cows too!!🥹 and experience like that would totally be printed in my head for as long as i live :')))

SNAKES JASDKA i know i hate them too they're scary and dangerous🥲 and insects! i think i also have this magnet for attracting roaches... ew i hate them so much, they look so dirty and what's more... can fly?! i was screaming my head off when i saw one flying over my head ajdsdsdas and centipedes... i'm so scared of them, is it true that they're poisonous?

the "everything lived there" took me out😭 omg cat anon, if i were to be put in your place, i'd do everything you were doing too ahahahah... but spider? i'm also scared of spiders too... (now that i think about it, there are many things i'm scared of lmao) i kind of admire you for having spider as a pet!🥹

pets that i had is limited to fishes and fishes only🥹 they are in an aquarium, you only need to sprinkle food and leave them🥹 they're peaceful and that's why my parents allowed me to have some...

[paintmarker]

Scissors , chapter 1/2

chapter 2 here!

companion story to Time Moves Slow

trigger warnings:, cannibalism, self-multilation, Roy Mustang,s general existence, sex, bugs, amd vomit.

Kimblee wakes up, eyes wide as he stares at the ceiling of his jail cell in a cold sweat, he feels cold, so cold. Oh god! Oh god, let me out, please! He wrings his own hands on the confinement they've been put into, writhing and twisting in his cot, stiff as ever.

Please! He screams, over and over again as he experiences this living nightmare, one he's lived before plenty of times, roaches and centipedes crawling up his legs, under his clothes, under his skin, never stopping once, not even to eat.

Kimblee feels nauseated, more than nauseated actually, he leans over his bed and vomits on the floor of his cell, wretching and gagging as he feels worms and maggots come up his throat.

He falls over onto the concrete

floor and lays in his own puke, though it only gets in his hair, and even then, thats pretty bad.

It's been a couple of days since he pulled that stupid stunt, killing his surperior officers from the war and catching himself in his own explosion, giving himself irreprable brain damage.

You know, before the explosion, he was always like this, in fact, that's why he did it in the first place. Cannibalistic bastard, he curses at himself silently as he lays there still, blaming himself for his stupidity, and now because of it, this side of him is hard to hide.

He wants to go back, back to the way things were before his idiotic stunt.

Kimblee lays there, no move to get up as he breathes in and out hoarsly, bile still stuck in his throat somewhat. He wants to go back to the way things were, he wants his old self, the one who knew how to hide and shy away from attention, never attracting any in the first place.

There is no old self to go back to, obviously.

Kimblee awakes sometime later to water being poured on him, he chokes for a moment as he sits up. A guard seemed to have thrown a bucket of cold water at him, he looks up at the guard, frustrated and angry, much more than words can describe, but no words come out.

Kimblee has no sense of time, it doesn't feel at all like he's spent years inside of this cold and damp concrete space, just hours.

Hours on end staring at the ceiling alone with his thoughts, looping constantly until he gets something to eat, but even then he thinks about the last few things he remembers from that fateful day.

The way he leans over this time, he sees his hair, unkempt and greasy draped over his face.

Gray streaks.

Gray streaks... He isn't even that old yet, he's what, twenty-seven? Last he remembers at least, that's how old he is, yes.

....Is he?

He'll find out later when he is released.... however much longer he's forced to stay in here, Kimblee doesn't know.

But Kimblee gets tired of waiting, screaming and crying out as the guards ignore him. He has too many questions, none that he thinks will be answered.

There's an explosion, no one really knows who caused it, but they have an idea of where it's coming from.

There's another explosion, closer this time, and you can hear the other prisoners screaming, maybe even their bones cracking and blood splatter on the walls as they are hit by debris and crushed by rubble.

There's a body hanging from the wall as he watches his destruction occur, nails scraping at the concrete as he can barely stay concious, and Kimblee laughs for the first time in a while at this sight.

"There is another," Another before him. "Look at yourself." Kimblee whispers to the dying man, wrapping his (now free) hands around the man's neck, squeezing tightly as the man cannot fight back. He rasps, silently begging for his life as Kimblee digs his nails in further, neck snapping with a violent motion.

Kimblee lets the body lay there, head laying to the side. "I can feel you," Solf rasps. "Around me..." He holds the body as if they were close in life, friends, family, lovers, whatever it would have been. "Inside me..." His voice progressively gets quieter as he caresses the corpse, whispering in the dead mans ear.

Solf sits here with the corpse for way too long, nearly falling asleep at some point but he leaves behind the body, feeling weirdly attached. He runs, far away, or as far as he can go before falling flat on the asphalt in a dingy alleyway. Filthy, he feels horribly filthy.

Abandoned but alone finally, Kimblee feels like he's home, even if this is not his house. The water is warm as it flows over his skin, he wishes it were cold, but can't get it to do so. Too hot somehow and it makes his skin itch, irritating the dry spots and he picks at them, irritating further. He curses at himself silently as he keeps picking and scratching.

I cannot wash away my sins, I will not be forgiven, I have accepted this

as the truth.

I don't deserve to be forgiven anyhow.

Whatever happened, it was all my own

fault.

What is it that I was fighting for in the first place.

...

How foolish I was...

Anyway, how has your day been? Kimblee lets out a deranged laugh as he pretends to be on a phonecall. He thinks about the dead man and all of his victims before him. Got a little hungry, yeah. Yeah, I chipped a tooth. It doesn't matter, I'll be leaving soon anyway, so I can't fix this. Kimblee laughs at himself once more, joking about lies that will never be received.

His expression drops very quickly though, continuing to drink his (honestly, dusty tasting) water. There's something so vile about what has gone down here, the spilling of innocent blood, but is this any different than what Kimblee has done before? Not one bit.

God, I feel like im lying to myself.

Haha, I don't even believe in God. Do you? I'm sure you do, but... not like this.

Kimblee decides he will take a shower in this newly-dead-mans house, washing the blood and debris from a few hours ago. He hopes nobody is looking for him, but he'll stay here until the phone rings or something similiar happens.

His fingertips burn under the water, a stinging feeling as he scrubs away dead skin. Solf decides he will ignore them for now in favor of an insatiable urge, one he hasn't been able to act on properly until now.

Though this is certainly an efficient way to pass the time, it's not his favorite even then. Even as he trembles slightly under his own actions. Even as he slowly begins to feel the result of (built-up for literal years) arousal spill over.

"Don't worry, I wasn't thinking about you." Solf says whilst glancing at the dead man from the bathroom. Kimblee brushes his graying hair with a certain kind of delicacy, feminine grace if you will.

There's a sudden sharp pain in his hands, joints and wrist alike which makes him drop the brush, as he goes to pick it back up, it happens again. He groans uncomfortably and waits for it to go away.

Not entirely new, but even then, has been unfortunate enough already. Dropping forks and other loud/fragile things had gotten him into some trouble.

Ow, ouch, stop that. Kimblee rests his hands on the bedsheet, preferring to sleep in a dead mans bed. It is quite cozy, the bed and bathroom being the only rooms in this house that are well kept, he wonders what the dead man was like in life. Oh well, he'll never know now.

Kimblee lays on the bed, though not without a little discomfort, but he feels as if he weighs nothing now, drifting into the deep inky blackness of his dreams.

His fingers squeeze around the pillow he holds, nails digging into where he would imagine someone's back to be. The dead mans pillow smells nice, his last thought before finally passing out.

Too many dead men.

Kimblee feels that urge again as soon as he wakes up. He groans, lifting himself up from the pillow to reposition it. Do I really have to spell out all of the dirty details? I just wanted some quick relief, which I did get, mind you, now shoo.

Solf gasps softly into the sheets as he humps the pillow, shuddering, why do I feel like this, why do I feel all of this... God help me--

This is low, even for him. Wet and sticky on the inside of his pants (which, yes, are the dead mans pants.) I feel filthy, Kimblee whispers to himself as he finally gets up and out of bed, mostly to clean himself. Maybe he'll eat, but he doesn't feel like it right now.

God, I almost want to do it again, what's wrong with me.

There's suddenly a small skittering sound, actually, a very loud skittering sound as if there is hundreds upon thousands of bugs around him. Uh oh, Solf gasps as he sees the centipedes crawling on his feet, his reflexes nearly make him blow up the tile, he knows this isn't real-- this isn't fucking real-- This isn't real--

Kimblee puts his hands together and directs the blast in front of him, mind clouded and vision fading as he destroys the tile of the dining room floor. Fuck, fuck. What did I do, oh God, the floor... Cracked and shattered, about almost all of it. He hyperventilates as he sees that the wretched insects have gone for now. Fuck, what the fuck, Solf pants quietly as he regains his bearings on reality.

He sits quietly on the couch, trying to calm himself down, but still feels and hears these incessent bugs all over him. Solf shudders as he feels one skitter across his spine, a strange feeling for sure. He scratches and picks at his irritated and dry skin, itching, itching itching itching itching it itches.

It bleeds. Ah, shit. Solf searches for bandages, any kind for his torn skin, he hisses through his teeth as he feels it sting and burn.

When he finally finds the first aid kit, it seems like it had been rummaged through already, a strange razor along with a pair of scissors was found inside. It confuses him a little but he doesn't have time for that, quickly sticking some pink bandaids on his arms and hands (why did the dead man pick out these specifically? Maybe Kimblee wouldn't have liked him in life... weirdo.)

Even then, Solf itches at his arm. It's bleeding again. Fuck. Anyway, he feels that urge to touch himself again, but pushes it from his mind. There's too many bugs here to do any of that stuff right now.

...The urge grows. Fine, I guess, I hate this body, I hate myself for succumbing so easily to this self-pleasure. Solf still hears the skittering, feels it in his skull as he fingers himself. Kimblee sees the dead man across the hallway, he stands where the bedroom door is. Well, his bedroom, but now it's Solf's.

He stares at Kimblee as he's nearly three knuckles deep in himself, he can't help but admire the illusion (hallucination?) of the dead man. Even if he's dead, he's pretty. He tenses, moving faster, and,

The dead man is gone.

Kimblee feels relief as he slumps back into the cushions, no longer being watched, able to finish. Even if the bugs are there still, crawling all over.

Though Kimblee screams for a moment as a spider crawls onto his leg, kicking and thrashing it until it falls off. Was that one real? It skitters toward him, and it feels much more real.

Kimblee stomps on it to see if it will actually die, and unfortunately for him, he wasn't wearing any socks or shoes, it splatters on the sole of his right foot and the dark wooden floor below. Kimblee can feel it curl up when he lifts his foot away. He feels nausous.

Suddenly he realizes, I haven't checked the year, or even seen a calender for that matter. Solf searches around the house, even as he hears the skittering continue but powers through it. He absentmindedly looks through to the window that leads to the backyard, he can almost smell the rancid stench. He'll have to bury the dead-man sooner than he thought.

Calender... calender... ah, the year is... Oh that can't be right, the year is 1914 on this thing. Maybe the dead-man is more unkempt than he originally thought...

Oh God, has it really been that long?

Oh God.

(It's been six years? Nearly seven, and not a fucking thing has changed. God, I'm gonna fucking vomit. I didn't even think it had been years, only felt like cold useless hours, a day or two, nothing more, nothing less.)

Whatever, it's time to bury the body for real this time. It's late enough as is, nobody from the neighboring houses would see, right? He finds a shovel and digs, digs and digs until it's a suitable 6ft (it's actually 5ft though) to bury the dead-man.

He dumps the body unceremoniously into the hole he dug, then buries it a lot faster than he originally dug it, hopefully no one saw, hopefully no one sees this, no one saw.

He searches through the dead-mans books, flipping through them at random to find any interesting passage. "Hell is a teenage girl," He whispers to himself, lost in thought.

"Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes." How interesting, why did this man have any interest in these kinds of books?

Maybe he wasn't the one reading these.

Kimblee looks through this particular (yet short novel) throughout random times of the day, finding some quotes that hit awfully close to home that he wont repeat here in fear of getting caught in some sort of lie, one thats

written on official military documents.

There's a phrase he's twisted into the back of his mind, maybe he should stop fucking reading this and be more worried about the potential sirens blaring outside the door. You can never be as good as a dead person.

All of his victims, they are pure and untouched and have never touched either, only dying at the hands of a deranged possibly undiagnosed mad-man who uses alchemy to blow people up as if he were a living, walking, talking nuclear bomb.

For the first time in years, Solf J. Kimblee feels ashamed of himself.

It hurts to breathe now as he lays back into the pillows of the dead-mans bed, curling under the duvet as he feels the insects breathe in his chest.

Remember, Solf, what you sow is what you reap.

Kimblee picks at his wounds once more, reopening them. Ow, haha, ow. It almost feels good. Is that just how sick I've gotten? That even this kind of pain, not just the one I inflict on others, feels good? God, I'm gonna vomit, hahaha!

Kimblee keeps picking even at the behest of his own voice, stop it you idiot, picking and tearing at his hands and wrists until they are a stark red, bleeding. Just let it run, I don't feel a thing anyway-- ow-- Just a little.

Suddenly, Solf has the bright idea to find that medkit he used however long ago, finding the knife and scissors snatching them out of the small plastic container quickly. Now, somewhere between the sacred silence of the dead-mans house, specifically the bedroom, is slowly being inched away at with a precision blade that Kimblee presses hard into his skin.

He cuts away at his arm making it bleed further, which he should really stop, he feels quite faint. Thankfully , I do , patching myself up quickly with the leftover bandaids, though not before biting off a piece of skin and licking the blood that comes with it.

There is no space to cry here, just wipe the remaining blood on the sheets.

Kimblee goes out the next day, though with a disguise that makes him look more like a woman than anything. It almost feels like home in this old headscarf and even older dress.

He isn't particularly curvy, but the pleated nature of the dress and belt he stole from the dead-man makes up for that, giving him a nice figure.

Solf lets a strand or two stick out, from the gray parts of course... He buys just a few ingredients to make a proper breakfast. Inside the dead-mans house there were a lot of egg cartons, they were all empty and piled up in what he assumed was a young womans' room. Hey, that's where I got these clothes from...

There's a man, a bit shorter than Kimblee, though not by much, and he approaches with clear intent plastered on his face, a sly smirk along with matching sunglasses.

"What's a pretty thing like you doin' all by yourself?" Shopping clearly, but the man doesn't seem to care whether or not Kimblee would've been a kind of... housewife. He nearly gags at the thought.

"Running errands, haven't cooked in a while..." The voice that comes out of Kimblee doesn't shock the man, just assumes that this woman is a chainsmoker. No unfortunately, Kimblee's always sounded a bit raspier than everyone else even when he was very young.

His calm, sly demeanor returns. "Well if you wouldn't mind, I was hoping we'd uh, hah, you know..." Kimblee censored this part, the original phrasing being quite... crude, but he stays cool for the time being. "I'd love to, actually... Follow me home?" Not his house but you get the idea. The man nods, seemingly as desperate as Kimblee is, albeit in a slightly different way.

The man, he compliments Kimblee on his glasses which accentuate his amber eyes nicely.

See, I'm not like them, I can pretend with you, Solf thinks to himself as they arrive back at the dead-mans house. The sun is gone now as they grope each other endlessly in the kitchen and tearing the others' clothes off. Not literally thankfully, that dress seemed... old. Maybe even older than the both of them combined.

Fuck this, this is no time to even think about cooking a meal. Kimblee lays flat on his back on the mattress as the man he invited fingerfucks him, he curls his fingers inside, pressing and pushing at Solf's buttons that make him see stars, crying out in pleasure.

Fuck, Kimblee groans softly as the man enters him, feeling him throb inside. And when he moves, it's almost in tandem with the growing pain on the inside of Kimblee's skull, like fingers drenched into the recesses of his brainmatter. He doesn't have time to care about that, getting lost in the throbbing wet feeling between his legs where their bodies meet.

Solf's nails dig into the back of the man as he practically pounds Kimblee into the mattress. "Please--" Kimblee rasps, the man's hips stuttering for a moment as he tries to understand what Solf saying. "Touch me--" Solf gasps as the man places a hand between them and rubs at his clit, making Kimblee practically convulse as he comes, and the man finishes inside soon afterward.

They lay there in the mess of their bodies, hot and unfortunately sticky. Kimblee struggles uncomfortably to push the man off of him, too heavy. Or Kimblee is just too fragile. "Sorry," The man mumbles before pulling out, making Solf exhale through his nose.

Aftercare isn't either of these peoples' strongsuit obviously, but they try. "Why's the tile cracked?" Solf perks his head up at the man's inquiry, how the hell is he supposed to explain that? "An accident," The man chuckles softly, smiling. "Hell of an accident..."

I don't even know his name, and he sure doesn't know mine. Even after seeing the tattoos and questioning them for a moment, but Kimblee ignored those incessant inquiries in favor of more... pressing matters.

But the man questions him again, holding one of Kimblee's hands in his. "Hm... Never seen ones like these before... You an alchemist or somethin'?" Solf hums, nodding, not really caring if the man puts the pieces together sooner or later. "Was never all that good at it though." The man chuckles at the thought. "I'm sure a sweet lil thing like you could be a great alchemist, greatest of all time..."

He gets uncomfortably close to Kimblee, a hand drifting down his torso. "Maybe." Solf responds dryly, gripping the hair on the mans head, tight. "Only if you use your tongue." Like a command, maybe even a threat, it sounds threatening enough for the man it seems, a stable fear in his eyes as Kimblee grins with power.

The man shuffles down between Kimblee's legs, lifting his thighs with his rough hands. Solf's hand holds tightly on the man's hair, directing him every which way as if he were a puppet, a toy, to be used.

The mans' tongue writhes and flicks at him, making Solf squirm, especially when the feeling of skittering across his spine returns. Kimblee just closes his eyes, he doesn't have the space to complain about those fuckers for now as the mans tongue makes him feel so fucking good--

His hand tightens, definitely tearing some hair out from the man's head but he can't think at the moment. Of course I can't. My fucking back hurts. but Solf can't help the feeling coursing through him and letting out a shuddery moan as he comes.

Eventually, he lets go and frees the man from his clutching hand, relaxing into the sheets, panting softly. The man licks his lips, filthy, Kimblee thinks.

"How'd you get these?" Fresh cuts along Kimblee's right arm. "You ask too many questions," Solf rasps, hands clenching for a moment on the man's skin when they get close to each other again. "Just making sure you're alright..." Solf smirks for a moment. "How sweet." Almost too sweet, but he leaves that part out.

Whatever, this isn't the first time Kimblee has slept in his own mess.

In the morning, the man gets a little too close again, not that Solf really minds, but have some self-control for fuck sake. Kimblee will say this to himself as if he has any self-control either.

Thankfully, the man leaves soon, or at least, he would have been leaving.

"Where do you think you're going?" Not a question, a threat. The man chuckles, home, he says, Solf laughs for a moment before telling him to wait a moment. Kimblee leaves to the kitchen for a moment to grab a knife, hiding it behind his back then going back to the man for one last kiss before

stabbing the man in the back, he pushes Solf back, he stumbles, but does not fall. The man yells something but Kimblee isn't listening, putting his hands together and reaching out quickly for the mans' face.

His head is gone, haha, he goes limp, haha.

There is a splatter going upwards on the wall where his face would have been.

"You're too easy."

Kimblee plays with the dead body after letting it bleed, he'll clean up the blood later, maybe. He licks it off the wall, some of it at least, grabbing the dead-mans hands in his own and biting his fingers until they crunch and break off under the pressure of Kimblee's jaw. There is bugs inside of the dead-man, not exactly surprising to him.

"Do you see me now," Solf hums quietly to the dead-man. "I am the devil," Though he is much more akin to a fallen angel, in nature at least, not so much origin. "And I am here to do the devil's work." He chuckles almost gleefully, chewing on a finger he bit off earlier, but careful to not bite down on the bone he already severed.

Solf eats the skin and nail, muscle and fat of the dead-man, not caring whether or not he contracts some kind of disease from this. He got what he wanted, why can't I do the same? He chews on the dead-mans body for quite a long time, long enough that it makes him sick, the worms and centipedes writhe so badly in his stomach that he can't help but vomit.

This isn't worth it.

Solf takes a deep breath, then begins to clean himself for what feels like the last time, and he can't tell why. He takes a bath, the blood washing off and seeing in the shower tile a fascimile of a young girl, who he would've been had circumstances been a little different.

I've been running for a long time, it seems.

He should leave soon, go somewhere far, far away. Maybe Resembool, that'd be a nice place to reminisce on his childhood. Not that it was good or anything. Except for the fishing-with-grandpa part, he liked that.

Weeks pass, actually, Kimblee isn't sure how much time passes exactly, but it seems like weeks. Solf goes out again to buy essentials, maybe food, and hopefully not pick up another man. Whilst in the middle of picking out an apple, to look like an asshole of course, he is interrupted by a small child. "Ma'am do you know where the train station is?" The voice that comes out of this rather small boy almost startles Kimblee, reminding him vaguely of what he himself sounded like as a kid. "Uh, no, sorry kid..." Solf answers as soon as he snaps out of his memories.

The kid looks disappointed, making a sort of groan though it sounded more like a growl, brushing his hair for a moment with his fingers, nervously fidgeting. "Thanks anyway," he says before rushing off to wherever, Solf wouldn't know, he wasn't about to follow some kid.

Kimblee couldn't respond in time, whatever, it's not like he knew the runt personally, then goes about his day.

When he finally gets back to the dead-mans house, he cleans it up as best he can, burying the other dead-man though not in the same spot. He will be gone for a long time, he takes the keys anyway.

It's midnight, a Sunday when Kimblee finally leaves the dead-mans house and taking the dead-mans car to drive far, as far as he can go before running out of gas. I should not be allowed to drive.

This road feels like it goes on forever, the same streetlamp looping thousands of times over. Unfortunately I hear them again, the stupid fucking insects, they crawl under my gloves but I can't let go of the wheel. They bite and I feel it sting but I can't let go of the wheel no matter what. That horrible stupid joint pain I've experienced since I was twelve comes along with this, but I can't let go of the wheel.

I really shouldn't be allowed to drive.

It takes me hours before finally reaching Resembool. There's an abandoned house there, it's my grandfather's house.

You know, I don't remember a lot about him other than his jokes, which I didn't understand as a small child. I was mean and terribly loud to him, I don't regret what I did however since he was definitely mean, but the day he died? I don't cry, was never much of a crier, but I felt hollow that day. Like there was a hole in my chest that only he filled with fishing trips and teasing me about my glasses.

I don't think I've cried ever since, not like that at least.

There's something in the way of the door, heavy pressed against it. When Solf gets through eventually, pushing it with all his strength, which isn't much because I've been in prison for the past six years but I digress, Kimblee finds the thing pressed against the door was a box, a big one, but he'll come back to that later.

Solf is surprised by how strangely well-kept the old house is. It's dusty sure, but not as if the man who left behind this house was pronounced dead recently. Again, I don't keep track of time, but even I know that this is wrong, I was fourteen when he passed, how the hell is the house this clean?

If there is someone hiding in here, I'm sure I'll get them eventually. They'll get blown to bits, who cares anymore. I certainly don't, my old co-workers didn't either.

Kimblee walks to the kitchen with caution, turning the sink handle and the water works. The water shouldn't be working, but it is. He's definitely broken into this house, but is it not abandoned? This confuses him greatly but at least he can take a shower now. The tile is quite rusty but it'll do, Kimblee turns the handle and the water sprays like hell from the faucet, he quickly changes it to the shower head and it's just as bad but thankfully it soon adjusts.

There's that urge again, how unfortunate. Though I've waited enough haven't I? A hand slips between Solf's legs, he imagines it's someone elses as he touches himself, his heavy breathing blending in with the steam from the shower. Still not cold, not cold enough, not warm enough, he fidgets with the handle before just settling on the exact middle where it sits, then goes back to masturbating, as one does.

It almost becomes boring to masturbate for Kimblee, takes too much work, he says to himself. Foreplay is tedious but so is trying to orgasm, there is no winning here for him.

He stops, he cleans himself, maybe going back over a spot he thought he missed, touches himself, gets bored, this goes on for about an hour until he finally gets out.

Solf lays in the lonely yet quite comfortable bed, much more so than the dead-mans, he practically sinks into it, a shape where his body is, a shape where he belongs. Though noticably this isn't the same bed his grandfather had, the frame at least, this mattress is definitely his. It still smells like him, just a little bit.

In the morning Kimblee goes to unpack whatever he brought with him, along with moving the chest that seems so familiar into a better spot. It has no stickers, dusty, it has fingerprints on it, those aren't his, but are quickly overwritten.

As soon as Solf is done with his things, putting them in easy-to-remember places, which is out in the open except for the food that needs to be refrigerated.

How long was that drive even? It felt like hours, felt like I never stopped, but I'm sure I did... It's fine, this is normal.

Anyway, Solf goes to open the box where it sits in the living room, it's locked but there isn't anything a little alchemy can't fix, right? Though he does not use his typical alchemy as his explosive nature would find, well, natural, he draws a familiar transmutation circle on the box. Something he learned once a long time ago, something he'd obessively draw page after page but never use.

The locks dematerialize, turning into rusty metal lumps, a shell of its former self. Kimblee opens the box and finds photo albums, some having yellowed dingy colored covers and pages due to their age. There's even photos of him in here, photos of him with his grandpa at a bridge, a bridge he hasn't been to since the funeral.

Pictures upon pictures of them together, along with family gatherings, (Which I despised, mind you.) weddings, birthdays, everything. This chest kept everything. Even if there is some unsavory memories embedded forever into some of these photographs, it hurts much less than Solf would've expected, to look back.

Solf lives quietly, comfortably in this old battered house, sure the lights don't work as often he would like but... it was like his home, the one that cared, at least. Acting out was always my strongsuit though, wasn't it?

Weeks pass, he goes out grocery shopping again. He gets rudely interupted by a-- "Hello ma'am have you seen a car like this around these parts?" A military official, sleazy it seems, he holds the paper with the description of the car in one hand, lazily, and a cigarette still in his mouth as he speaks. He describes it as, blue, quite old, clearly a rare model but not a fancy one. How shit is this guy at his job? "No, sorry..." He takes it, shrugging, thanking Solf anyway.

...When the man leaves, or goes just far enough away, Solf immediately lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. That's his car, the dead-mans car, the car I fucking stole. How the hell did I not get pulled over on the way here to Resembool!? Assuming they've been looking for it for a while.

When Kimblee gets home, he's paranoid, almost to the point of insanity. He needs to hide the car, but there's nowhere to hide it, oh God.

There's a knock on the door the day after, Solf gets a feeling that he knows what this is about. He opens the door to see a man who, in Kimblee's eyes, is an embarassment to the study of flame alchemy itself. But he's not about to open old wounds now is he?

"Hello ma'am I was just--" He stutters for a moment, taking in the appearance of Kimblee. "Sorry you just look... really familiar." He goes on, "I had been notified recently that there was a stolen vehicle spotted around... here." He vaguely gestures behind himself. "Now I've noticed it's... in your driveway. Care to explain how it got there?" Solf sighs, the man he once considered an ally (though not to it's fullest extent) during the Ishval civil war, is as dense as ever.

"Is that really any of your business?" Kimblee pushes Roy, forcing him to stumble backwards onto the concrete. "It's my car. Plain and simple." Roy glances at the car for a moment. "Whether or not it's yours, the liscense plate matches that of vehicles from Central." Shit. Kimblee cringes for a moment. "Did you move here recently or something? I feel like I'm missing a lot of info here."

Solf pushes Roy again, further. "Is this even your house?" Roy taunts, and Kimblee nearly puts his palms together. "It is in fact my house, you see that?" Solf points at something which absolutely gives away his identity, a small sign which is... much older than him. "K-Kimblee... family? You're... You're related to the Crimson Alchemist, yes?" Solf has to hold back smiling. "In fact that is me, yes." The color drains from Roy's face, Solf revels in showing his tattooed palms to the insolent man. "You..." Roy growls, looking like he's ready to snap. Haha, get it? I'm in some serious shit right now I shouldn't joke about this.

"Don't take him away from me!" Now that's something Kimblee wasn't expecting at all. A violent reaction sure, but ... who the hell is he even talking about? Roy lunges toward Solf, punching with a fury he never thought was even possible from this man. There is a split second reaction of Kimblee putting his palms together, a gasp is heard just before the explosion, then ringing.

The house is fine, that's what he's most worried about, but he fears it won't be like this for long. He runs, runs until he falls and slips in the mud near a river. "Don't you dare!" There's a snap, he can't avoid what comes next, it's like hell is being rained upon him with the wrath of a thousand devils like himself.

But it stops soon after, the pain remains but Kimblee can run now, he...

Roy tackles him again, at this rate, Solf could actually die, but he's fought for too long to just be treated like an animal again. "Don't you ever come near him!" Roy yells almost as if in a jealous rage, which this is, and I recognize that, but I don't know why. I don't think I'll ever know.

His palms are his only defense now, wringing Roy's neck for a moment, he kicks, Solf escapes from under him.

This doesn't last long though, Roy stares down at Kimblee like a rabid animal, his gaze never breaking. Kimblee rasps as he puts his hands together for what feels like the last time. Roy deflects this attack and all of the debris with it, but some still slip past, unfortunately.

Roy stumbles backward, and he sees Solf come lunging toward him through the smoke, almost like a mirror image from the first time he met Scar. But that is neither here nor there as Kimblee grasps and nearly gropes Roy whilst trying to scratch and tear away at him, his nails do more damage to Roy's face rather than his futile attempts at alchemic explosions.

His eye, Kimblee laughs as Roy punches him then clutches his own face. His eye, hahahaha, Solf can't stop laughing at the sight and nearly falls over. I might faint. I might... uh...

Kimblee groans as he feels that horrid sharp pain in his hands again, he runs, far far away from Roy.

Roy can't chase him, he'd die if he did.

They both seem to retreat elsewhere.

When Kimblee is finally safe and alone again at the old house, he screams. He can't stop screaming. "Coward!" It is unclear, even to himself , who he is referring to. "Coward! You are a fucking coward!" Solf growls and tears at himself again, Roy's skin still under his own nails along with the shells of maggots.

Maggots. All of them. Filthy cunts made up from bugs and leather. I am not much better. I will never be better than them. None of us deserve to even be slightly better. The mirror is cracked, when did it crack? I see myself, myself and only myself. Only myself. Myself.

Kimblee always hated how so many things got stuck in his head, it's an eternity in there, you can never be as good as a dead person. I will never be as good as a dead person. Never.

This is fine, I'm... fine. I'll sleep it off, and hopefully Roy won't come back to finish me off. I got what I wanted. I hope they don't take the car, though. That would suck, haha. This gash isn't going away anytime soon, hopefully it'll look cool when it's healed. I'll live, I can live through this. If Roy takes this house from me then I have nothing left. I don't have time to think about this do I? I'll be fine... I'll be fine.

Kimblee rests his body on his grandfathers' bed for what feels like the last time.

Though when he finally wakes up, he feels a weight, an unfamiliar pressure next to him, as if there were another person in the bed with him. Well, to Kimblee, it feels more like the presence of a small animal, or a child, something small at least.

It's weight shifts, seemingly not caring whether or not it wakes up Solf.

When I open my eyes I see a kid. They look familiar enough, I don't ever forget a face but they are turned around... I can't see all of them. Solf chooses to not disturb the child, falling asleep once more and feeling the child twist and turn.

Kimblee next awakens to a poke, another, and another, he opens his eyes to see the kid. Oh, I was right, the kid who was asking about the train station however long ago. "Oh thank fuck you're alive..." The kid sighs, relieved. I mean, I would also be somewhat concerned if I was asleep next to a dead man. "What made you think I was dead?" The kid looks at me like I'm crazy. "Your face, it's..." The kid almost tries to reach out and touch my face as if it would heal me. "...Oh." Solf says reluctantly, looking away even though the kid never really made eye-contact in the first place.

Wasn't the mirror broken? Maybe that's why I couldn't feel this... Solf gets up quickly to see himself in the mirror, which is in fact not broken. "This... This is what a former ally does?" There's cuts, deep ones, clearly from debris and not from the fire. "If it makes you feel any better mister, the same thing happened to me once."

It makes Solf a little sick to think about, how old even is this kid, and he's seemingly also been betrayed? "You look... unscathed... How?" The kid shrugs. "Can't help it." Ominous, Solf thinks. He goes to grab the old medkit that has obviously never been replaced.

Two bandaids and hydrogen peroxide. Great, thanks grandpa. The kid leaves, like he knows I want to be alone, and I start this... extremely messy procedure, one I was taught by my grandpa, though never had any use for until now. I'm not going to describe all of that but you get the idea, the fucking thing burns, stings a bit too, the smell that the hydrogen peroxide gives off hurts my fucking nose.

I could look better. I could look a lot worse, too. No time for this, though. Solf goes down to the kitchen to cook, the kid is still there for some reason, he's chewing the inside of his mouth and looking absentmindedly out the window. I wonder how he got here, but I remember what it was like to be a kid, being prodded at with stupid questions.

Just one egg, Kimblee says to himself, just one, he burns half of it by accident but still eats it afterward. Then another egg, actually, two, the kid looks fucking ill, sickly pale and malnourished even, he'll need it.

He brings the plate to the kid, he hesitates to take it from Solf for some reason, and after a couple of hours pass and he sees the kid lurking in another room. And when Solf goes to the living room to look at more of the photo albums, the plate is sitting exactly where the kid was earlier, half-eaten.

Maybe the kid wasn't that hungry, maybe Kimblee should've asked, maybe they should talk more but everytime Solf tries to make eye-contact with the kid he feels very offput. Maybe they shouldn't talk more, but it's not a bad thing, it seems. They both want to be alone in their own spaces, but the kid hides a lot more than Solf does.

Kimblee wishes there wasn't just one bed here. Solf looks up from his stolen book to see the kid laying beside him. "We're you the one that used the chest to keep the door closed?" He nods after a moment of hesitation, curling up further into the blankets. "...You are very strong." Kimblee says reluctantly, almost intimidated by the kid. He could barely push it, how could a child half his size even do that? The kid also doesn't respond, and seems to be asleep now.

Now, it's in the morning when I find something very strange about this kid, a couple of very audible thuds (going downward) wake me, I go to check what made the noise and the kid is sitting there, on the floor, at the bottom of the stairs.

He looks up at me. "Hi." Now, imagine you're me, you only see the kid and no sort of heavy object near the stairs, so I assume he fell, right? But the kid looks entirely unscathed, no tears, no scrapes, nothing. "Are you alright...?" Kimblee asks after a moment of taking the sight in with all of it's absurdness. "Yeah." He gets up and dusts himself off. So he did fall, but...

I'll leave that thought for now, because it seems we're going to stick together for a long time.

[kenganparadise]

Here's a two in one because I like pain.

An s/o that's there to helps clean up after he starts to suffer from excessive use of the Advance basically the s/o comforts him cuz lets be honest that shit looks painful af, they also urge him to focus more on using the Niko style more before using the advance, and their with him in his "Final moments" before he dies holding him and stroking his head before he dies.

Next one is for my boi Naidan and his s/o watching his fight with Ryuki and their reaction through out the fight beginning to end and maybe what happens after (up to you).

And for the final one because like I said I like pain for some fucked up reason lol.

This one is going to be for Tokita Niko

His s/o was knocked out during the fight between the two Niko's when trying to jump in to help their lover but when they regain consciousness they find nothing but Niko's lifeless body and no sign of Ohma (feel free to add more to really get me in the feels)

That's all i got for now, if you want to do these separate, all at once, or pick only one or none of them thats fine, just take care I really enjoy reading your work, so yeah good luck.

P.S.: hope my request doesn't come off as a demand and I hope this isn't too much.

Hehehe I love you so much for sending this in because I love to write ANGST. I hope you enjoy!!

🚨WARNING SPOILERS, GORE, AND ANGST AHEAD🚨

Ohma spending his last moments with his S/O-

• His S/O watches from the sidelines with fear written all over their face. They’re clutching the railing and their knuckles are white.

• Ohma takes the final blow from Kuroki and falls to the ground-lifeless.

• His S/O had warned and nagged him repeatedly not to overuse the advance- yet he ignored them. He chose to fight with everything at his disposal. He knew that he didn’t have long left. He felt very guilty that he would have to put his beloved though such anguish.

• the party raged on as the tournament came to a close. Fighters, patrons, company owners and people of all walks partied into the night.

• Ohma walked out of the medical bay with a gentle smile on his face. “Common Y/N. Let’s go some place quiet.” Ohma says. His demeanor is calm. But the heart in his chest is slowly dying.

• He and his S/O walk out to find somewhere quiet yet with a nice view. Ohma knows he does not have long left- he wants to spend his last moments with the person he loves most in the world.

• slowly he watches the sun dip down closer to the horizon. His head feels heavy on his shoulders, he leans against his S/O. Maybe his S/O doesn’t know that he’s close to his end, they wrap an arm around his shoulders. They probably think he’s just being affectionate.

• Ohma savors the feeling of their warmth. He listens to their breathing and the way their heartbeat sounds. This is paradise for him- this is all he needs in the world.

• the sun dips below the horizon. Ohma gets sleepier and sleepier.

• “Y/N.” “Yes, Ohma?” “I love you.” “Heh. I love you too.”

• The stars start twinkling in the night sky. His S/O doesn’t even realizes that he’s gone. Though he was young, and was able to accomplish so much in his life, He died a happy man in the arms of the person he loves most.

Naidan’s S/O watching him die-

• His beloved is in the stands, probably close to the purgatory side. They’re able to spot Liu, Fei, And Nicolas, their other friends.

• Naidan kept them away from his secret life as a worm operative. They had no idea what or who he even was. Seeing the Centipede tattoo appear on his skin they are filled with confusion.

• “What’s that tattoo? I’ve never seen that before.” They think to themselves. They watch in fear during Naidan’s fight.

• It is likely that Naidan said the same thing to his S/O and Liu.

• The moment Naidan jams Ryuki’s thumb deeper into his neck is when Naidan is able to hear his S/O screaming. Even with the crowd chanting and cheering he’s still somehow able to pick out them.

• His heart squeezes and his chest feels tight. There’s a lump in his throat. He doesn’t feel bad for deceiving his S/O and keeping things hidden from them. He doesn’t feel bad for knowing he’s going to die- and of course, being on deaths doorstep.

• He feels grief- that he’s never going to hug his S/O again. He’s never going to kiss them again. He’s felt their warmth for the last time before he walked out and begun his fight.

• He is regretful- he should have savored their touch more. He should have kissed them again and told that he loved them once more. However he is bleeding out and close to death now.

• “I’ll see you in the azure skies, my love.” He thinks of his beloved S/O. The one he should have promised his life to- and not the worm.

• He can no longer hear their voice. It’s all a blur. The wound in his neck gushes out. It doesn’t take long for Naidan’s life to end.

• His S/O is prepared to throw themselves in the ring, however bystanders hold them back. They are screaming, tears rush down their face as Naidan’s lifeless body is carried off.

• They run to the sidelines and to where they’re holding him. They don’t even see Liu begin to pick a fight and the other gladiators and Kengan Fighters start a stand off. They hope that he’s somehow alive, that he somehow survived the wounds he’s received. Their blood runs cold once they spot his lifeless corpse.

• Naidan died with words that shouldn’t have been left unsaid. However he is now forever unable to tell his beloved all the things he should have. Now they are left with more questions than answers. If he had survived, now doubt he will tell his S/O how much he loved them, and the secrets he kept a from them.

Niko’s S/O finding him dead-

• Niko’s lover slowly regains consciousness. He did what he could to protect them. He was actually most likely the one to knock them out- he tried to hide them.

• If they didn’t get knocked unconscious then they would most likely meet the same fate he did. He spends his last moments hoping his S/O is safe.

• When they regain consciousness they are met with Niko’s lifeless body. Their blood runs cold- they try not to think the worst.

• “Niko!” They call out. They ignore the numbing pain in their body. Their hand makes contact with his shoulder and they instantly jump back. Their breath is caught in their throat. His skin is frozen. They choke out a sob.

• They make contact with him again. His normally warm flesh is cold. He’s lukewarm. His S/O sobs, they try to shake him. Almost like they do when he’s in a deep sleep, snoring, drooling, and dreaming- not as he is now, covered in blood and mud.

• He doesn’t awaken- and he never will again. That thoughts settles in their mind and they break down. They lean against his body and just scream and cry into him.

• He will never be warm again. His sun kissed skin is pale and already growing grey. His normally soft lips are stiff and cracked. His eyes no longer have his usual mischievous gleam.

• Niko is gone. Now all his lover can do is mourn. They know they can’t just leave him there. They will find a nice place to bury his body. But for now they’ll get angry and scream and cry at the world for taking their lover.

[just-another-self-shipper]

Hey Carmen.😀

For the ask game: dahlia, marigold, orchid and hydrangea for Randall?

I gotta go with the obvious, the one that his tag came from

Any one where he's sitting.

Maybe it's weird, but I think the way he sits is cute 🥺

Yes, he's my favorite character. Dean Hardscrabble from Monsters University is a close second because I may or may not have a crush on her, even though centipedes terrify me

Before I do, let me just say that I have more heart cells than brain cells, so I'll add any love song I hear to my self-ship playlists. Also, quite a few of them are explicit. More than I thought, anyway 🤣

El Sueño - Linda Ronstadt

Just The Two Of Us - Grover Washington Jr.

Don't Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John and Kiki Dee

Can You Feel The Love Tonight? - Elton John

The World - Brad Paisley

That's What I Like - Bruno Mars

My Boyfriend's Back - The Angels

Poison - Alice Cooper

Monster - Lady Gaga

Teeth - Lady Gaga

I'm A Believer - The Monkees

Deeper Than The Holler - Randy Travis

I Touch Myself - The Divinyls

Fast Cars And Freedom - Rascal Flatts

To Know Him Is To Love Him - Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, and Emmylou Harris

Dreaming Of You - Selena

Paparazzi - Lady Gaga

More Than Words/ Heaven Isn't Too Far Away - Julianne Hough and Diego Boneta

Without Question - Elton John

I Love You For Sentimental Reasons - Linda Ronstadt

Can You Feel The Love Tonight - Lion King Soundtrack

Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx

Summer Nights - Grease Soundtrack

Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers

My Baby Loves Me - Martina McBride

The Real You - Three Days Grace

Happy Together - The Turtles

The Name Of The Game - ABBA

Crazy He Calls Me - Natalie Cole

Suki Suki Daisuki - Jun Togawa

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Peppermint Creams - Ninja Sex Party

Flawless - Studio Killers

All I Ask Of You - Patrick Wilson and Emmy Rossum

Is This Love? - Bob Marley

Somebody Like You - Keith Urban

Total Eclipse Of The Heart - Bonnie Tyler

The Shoop Shoop Song - Betty Everett

Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You - Frankie Valli

Ain't No Woman (Like The One I Got) - Four Tops

Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of Monica) - Lou Bega

Love Is A Crime - Anastacia

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

The Way You Look Tonight - Tony Bennett

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) - James Taylor

Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye

Fever - Varrick Frost and Lawrence Lea

I Got You, Babe - Sonny and Cher

Breathe - Faith Hill

(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman - Aretha Franklin

Jake + Olive - Mac Lethal

My Girl - The Temptations

Digital Love - Daft Punk

For Once In My Life - Stevie Wonder

I Want To Know What Love Is - Tom Cruise and Malin Ackerman

The Way You Love Me - Faith Hill

Flowers and Beads - Iron Butterfly

At Last - Etta James

I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch) - Four Tops

Just One Look - Linda Ronstadt

(What A) Wonderful World - Sam Cooke

Glory Of Love - Ninja Sex Party

Kiss From A Rose - Seal

Heart Boner (Part II Of The Boner Trilogy) - Ninja Sex Party

Te Amo Y Más - Gustavo Santaolalla and Diego Luna

Quiereme Mucho - Linda Ronstadt

I Love You Too Much - Gustavo Santaolalla and Diego Luna

Creep - Radiohead

Someday, We'll Be Together - Diana Ross

True Colours - Studio Killers

In Der Stille Der Nacht - OOMPH!

I Put A Spell On You - Queen Latifah

Time Of Dying - Three Days Grace

Kiss From A Rose - Dan Avidan and the Super Guitar Brothers

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Reunited - Peaches & Herb

Lonely Rolling Star - Gamechops

Waterloo - ABBA

T.L.C. A.S.A.P. - Alabama

Stirb Nicht Vor Mir (Don't Die Before I Do) - Rammstein

...Baby One More Time - Britney Spears

Rock You Like A Hurricane - Julianne Hough and Tom Cruise

FYI I Wanna F Your A - Ninja Sex Party

Endless Love - Lionel Richie and Diana Ross

All My Life - Linda Ronstadt and Aaron Neville

Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon

Te Quiero Dijiste - Linda Ronstadt

Thanks for the ask, @goldie90 ^^

[justanotherlifeff]

Levi Ackerman × reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, matured themes, slowburn

Warning: There's mentions and descriptions of underage rape and suicidal themes and self harm and other triggering stuff.

(Y/N) POV

"You want my advice on where to buy a house?" Hanji asked, completely confused. I personally was confused too because it was obvious that Hanji would give some really psychotic answer. Even if I didn't consider that, it was not like Levi to ask for advice about something as personal as buying a house. Though it struck to me as unusual, I decided to let it off my head. "What about a house in Ragako? Your kid would get to see a titan before even joining the survey corps!" Hanji advised with her psychotic expression. "Shouldn't have asked you" Levi muttered as an answer to Hanji before turning to me and asking, "How about asking the squad? Aren't you close to them?". I was getting suspicious of his behaviour but I chose to keep quiet about it. " Uh...sure?" I answered to that. "Okay. They should be at the common hall after lunch. We could see them there" Levi muttered as he ate the stew.

We walked towards the common room when we were done having lunch. "Levi, are you feeling well?" I asked him on our way as I was feeling suspicious of his behaviour. "Huh? No, I'm fine. Why?" Levi asked raising an eyebrow. "Uh.. Well, it's not like you to ask for advice from anyone except uncle Erwin. It just seemed a bit odd" (Y/N) replied. "(Y/N), what part of this whole thing isn't odd? Do I look like the kind of guy who would get married, have kids, buy a house and all that shit? However, exactly that is happening and, well, I guess I have to do things that I wouldn't normally do." Levi explained himself. I decided that his explanation was fair enough and didn't question him more. "Oh, by the way, you'll do the talking. They're your batch mates after all" Levi added as he walked with me.

"You guys, we need help to choose where to get a house. It would've been helpful if you all had any suggestions." I told the squad. They were all in the common room as Levi predicted. I heard Historia was here but I didn't expect to find her with the others. "Well, you could get one at Dauper village. The scenic beauty there is amazing!" Sasha exclaimed. "You could visit the farmhouse I grew up in. I'll make an orphanage there later and you can keep your kids in my care when you all go to expeditions." Historia chimed in. "Oi, (Y/N), leave all that and try my house in Trost. It's the safest district now as the gate is blocked." Jean bragged. "Well, since you've given us so many options, let's just give all of it a shot" Levi told them.

"So, you're proposing that we will visit all of those places? That will take some time..." I told Levi, expressing my concern. "Well, we don't have much to do here. Everyone, saddle your horses. We are leaving in an hour." Levi commanded. It was decided that we would visit Dauper first, have some snacks at Sasha's home. Second, we would go to Historia's farmhouse. From there, we would go to Trost, see some properties for sale there, and come back to Capital Mitras by midnight. Sasha, Levi and myself were going for the trip.

Two hours later

We rode to Dauper with Sasha on lead. When we reached Sasha's home, a horde of children and villagers were in front of Sasha's home. Everyone came to see Sasha, now a member of the most elite squad of the survey corps. The way her father boasted about her to the villagers made me wonder, what if I had a father like that? Mr (L/N), my adoptive father tried his best and I respect him dearly for that, but, he never really bragged about me to people. I was home-schooled because of my reputation after all. I barely got out of my home, except for, of course, training sessions with uncle Erwin. As I thought about it, I realised that maybe it was my fault. After all, I never gave him much of a chance to boast.

Having a daughter who murdered one of his fellow comrades must've been hard enough for him. People glanced at us as they didn't expect to see Levi with a woman. Sure, I was on the front page of the newspaper once, but I was no where near as popular as Levi. Sasha's father cooked squirrel meat for us with Sasha but we couldn't finish eating it because I found three centipedes crawling on the table and discovered that I'm terrified of them.

They looked horrible and I probably never felt my heart stop like this before, not even when I came across titans. Levi decided that the place was too unsanitary and living in the middle of a forest will surely bring more insects, and thus, without much delay, we went for Historia's farmhouse. Sasha asked for permission to stay with her father for a while and Levi granted it. I doubted if he was becoming a softie due to my pregnancy.

The farmhouse was a really nice place but Levi decided that it's too far away from any market place and permanently living there is impossible because of that. After going to Trost, we browsed a few properties and we found one that seemed suiting. The house was near the inner walls, not too far from the market, had a nice front yard and back yard. It had three bedrooms, two of which were upstairs, a sitting room, a dining room and a big kitchen.

There were bathrooms in all of the bedrooms and the master bedroom even had a tub. The house being in Trost made things more convenient because, after all, the next expedition will be commenced from Trost. Levi booked the house and filling out the paperwork took long enough. By the time we reached Capital Mitras, it was already 11:45. "That was a long day. I really need some rest now." I yawned as I went for Levi's room with Levi behind me. The room was dark when I went in and suddenly, I felt someone jump at me.

No one's POV

An hour before lunch

As Hanji was taking (Y/N)'s report card and birth certificate to Erwin's office, she noticed something on the birth certificate. (Y/N)'s birthday was tomorrow. The walls were in peace and this was (Y/N)'s first birthday after joining the Survey corps, so, Hanji decided that it should be celebrated. With that in her mind, she went to Erwin's office to find Historia discussing something with Erwin. "I've got (Y/N)'s documents" Hanji reported. Erwin took the papers from her as she started mentioning, "I noticed that (Y/N)'s birthday is tomorrow. As her friend, I wanted the permission to celebrate it?".

"I see. Well, I don't recall the (L/N)s ever celebrating her birthday. Probably because the date on her birth certificate is the date when she got rescued. We had no way of knowing her real birthday. I think it would be a nice gesture. Permission granted." Erwin answered. "Hanji-san? Can I help with the arrangements? (Y/N) owed me a cake" Historia chimed in. "Yes.. Of course, your highness" Hanji answered, shocked by Historia's sudden interest in doing something about (Y/N)'s birthday.

"We can plan things in your office, yes?" Historia inquired with a smile. "Yes, of course. Feel free to come by whenever you want. I'll be there." Hanji smiled before leaving the room. She went to her office to find Moblit arranging her books. He always managed to help her out about staying tidy. She assumed that if Moblit wasn't around, Levi probably would've died of a heart attack after visiting Hanji's office. After all, he did knock her out to make her take a bath a couple of times.

"Hey, Moblit, we need to hurry things up. Queen Historia might visit my office soon. She probably won't appreciate the mess." Hanji told Moblit as she walked towards her table and took a handful of books to put in her shelf. "Hanji-san... Did (Y/N) talk to you?" Moblit asked Hanji in a meek voice as he picked up some books from the floor. "Yes she did. When are we going on that date?" Hanji asked, with a tint of blush on her face as she kept the books on the shelf.

The books in Moblit's hands fell to the floor as Moblit asked with shock written all over his face, "You're really considering it?". "Why won't I?" Hanji asked, slightly confused. After all, she assumed, that it would be obvious that she would consider it as Moblit had been always beside her, reminding her to eat or sleep when she overworked herself on her experiments. He was always worried for her well being and Hanji found it alluring beyond measure. Before further words could be exchanged between the newly formed couple, Historia entered the room.

"Hanji-san, could we plan the preparation now? My meeting with Commander Erwin is done and I hoped to make plans on the arrangements for (Y/N)'s birthday before going back to the castle." Historia said. "Yes, of course. I was planning to get (Y/N) busy in something and arrange a surprise party for her? Nothing too fancy of course, just Levi squad, Commander Erwin and my squad since she doesn't have much friends. We could arrange it in Levi's office since the state of it is not quiet. Great." Hanji explained as she pointed at the huge piles of books and torn papers on the floor. "I see. Shouldn't we inform everyone about the party in that case? I will arrange the food and anything else you would need for decoration." Historia answered.

"Ah, yes. Moblit, ask Levi squad and Commander Erwin to come to my office immediately." Hanji commanded Moblit as he ran off to get everyone. Everyone except Levi was there in a few minutes. "Hanji-san, I didn't find Levi Heichou anywhere" Moblit informed Hanji. "I didn't expect you to find him. He's busy" Hanji answered with a smirk recalling about how she walked onto them a while back. The plan was explained to everyone before they went for lunch. The plan was simple, Erwin mentioned that Levi was supposed to buy a house and thus that could be used as an excuse to get (Y/N) away from Levi's room.

Everyone with a hometown was told to act like their hometown is the best place to get a house and Levi was supposed to get (Y/N) to go take a look at the places. "She should be getting married as soon as possible. After all, rumours about her pregnancy has already been spreaded and that will give her a bad image if she isn't married. This could also help then speed up the process. " Erwin sighed. All that was left to do was letting Levi know about the plan. "Erwin, I'll send Levi when he arrives for lunch. Could you please inform him about the plan?" Hanji asked Erwin. "Yes. Of course." Erwin answered before going back to his office

During lunch

"So, you're saying that I will have to ask for advice from some kids from my squad about where I'll buy a house and you think that (Y/N) won't suspect anything. Erwin, did you hit your head somewhere?" Levi answered to Erwin after Erwin said the plan to him. "Levi, do you have a better plan? After all, everything you are doing nowadays is quiet...unusual. A few months back, if anyone told me that you'd get my niece pregnant and try to marry her in a matter of about two months, I'd laugh at them. You can probably make this excuse to some use too." Erwin said in a serious tone.

"Okay. I trust your judgement. I'll use your reasoning to try to make (Y/N) think that all these isn't a hoax." Levi simply answered before leaving Erwin's office. He wondered how he could bring the topic up, given that he normally wouldn't just ask for advice from random people. Suddenly it struck to him. Hanji was a good friend and asking Hanji at the beginning would raise less suspicion. Plus, Hanji would definitely be surprised at his way of changing the plan as asking Hanji wasn't included. "Hanji, where do you reckon we should buy a house?" he asked. Hanji's expression was just what he hoped for.

As phase 1 of the plan was successfully completed, phase 2 was taking place. Levi's office was more than clean and tidy enough so, Hanji and the others didn't have to get bothered with that. Connie and Armin were sent to bring garlands for decorating the office by a tad bit while Historia's castle chefs were already cooking the dinner. By the time everything came together, it was already 11 pm. The food were placed in trays, Sasha, who arrived at 10 pm was kept in a different room so that she won't eat everything up, a garland was placed on Levi's table and the room was cleaned by Eren after all the decoration was done since so many people walking around made the room quiet dirty and Eren insisted that if it isn't cleaned, Levi would take all of their heads.

Hanji couldn't disagree much about that. Levi was supposed to get (Y/N) in the room just at 12 and the room was supposed to be darkened and Hanji personally planned to jump at her and give her a hug. The plan went perfectly till Hanji went for the hug and got thrown on her ass by (Y/N).

Levi POV

I honestly saw that coming. Sure, I was able to book a house thanks to this whole plan but I was completely sure that if anyone jumps at (Y/N) in the darkness, they would be flipped in the air. At least I would do that for sure. The lamps were turned on after Hanji was thrown to the ground and (Y/N) looked genuinely surprised by all the decorations. "What's the meaning of all these?" she asked softly, her voice filled with curiosity.

"Well, we were trying to surprise you for your birthday. I mean, we don't know your real birthday but this is what's on your birth certificate so... Hey, you didn't have to throw me so hard." Hanji muttered while getting up. "I... I thought you were a burglar... Thank you. All of you. " (Y/N)'s voice cracked as she said this. A small smile formed on her lips while a single drop of tear escaped her eye. Right then Sasha barged inside the room with Connie running behind her to catch her. I was slightly annoyed because of this as I was quiet enjoying (Y/N)'s reaction.

I expected her to react like that because, as Erwin mentioned, she never had a birthday before. I had to admit, even I had birthdays when my mother was alive. It wasn't much, my mother cooked a chicken stew with the low grade chicken stock and bony pieces of chicken she would get in the market. Back then, it was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten, but, that was probably because she was an amazing cook. We would have a good Christmas dinner as well as a birthday treat as both were in the same day.

"There are two cakes... Meat... Bread... Steamed potato..." Sasha whispered as she was shaking. "(Y/N) asked me to get you a cake remember? I decided that I'll get one only for you" Historia told Sasha. To that, Sasha fell on her knees saying, "I've been blessed by goddesses!" while crying.

The smile on (Y/N)'s face was growing larger by the second as everyone wished her happy birthday. She hugged Erwin, and surprisingly, Hanji too. As she was talking to the squad, mostly thanking them, I walked to Erwin and said, "I booked a house in Trost. Seems like you were right about using this situation to speed up the process of the wedding.". "I see. I recommend that you buy the furniture from the retailer who makes our office furniture. After all, that desk I'm using now has been used for decades." Erwin answered. "I'll consider it" I replied to that.

The cake was cut, everyone had dinner, and when it was time to leave, I called Eren and told him, "Oi Eren, clean the room. I'll give you 30 minutes.". Saying that, I walked towards (Y/N), who was saying goodnight to Hanji as she was leaving. " (Y/N), Eren will clean the room. Let's go to the balcony here." I told her. She followed me to the balcony in the east wing. The last time I came here, I was with Farlan and Isabel. We didn't move to the headquarters back then as there wasn't much time before the expedition. The scouts were in wall Sina for the mission of picking us up from the underground. We moved to the headquarters in Wall Maria after that mission.

I've been in this branch after loosing Farlan and Isabel but, I never tried to go back to that balcony. Being here with (Y/N) made me feel emotions that I stopped feeling long ago. What if Farlan and Isabel were alive? They would've been very happy about the fact that I will get married. I was sitting exactly where I sat all those years ago and (Y/N) sat where Farlan did. "They wrote 'Happy 19th birthday (Y/N)' on the cake" (Y/N) said with a chuckle. I raised an eyebrow at her and asked, "Aren't you 19?". (Y/N) looked away from me at the starry sky.

"I don't know. They assumed my age before taking me to the (L/N)s. My pimp apparently told them that I was working there for two years. I looked too young and malnourished, so, they decided that I was 7 as any child under 5 couldn't survive rape. There was no way of knowing my actual age, my actual birthday, my real parents, anything. All I remember about my birth mother is a name. They searched the birth registers because selling off a minor is a crime but they didn't find anyone of that name. That, however, is common in the underground." (Y/N) sighed.

"(Y/N), you'll be a better mother than yours. Our child won't face things like that. We will make sure of it. Maybe, that would give both of us some peace." I answered to (Y/N). I didn't know a better way to make her feel better. "You're right." (Y/N) told me with a smile. Her strength amazed me. I stared at her for a moment. She, indeed, was the most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes on.

To be continued...

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