#They beat eachother up with positive intent

[welcometomybraincomics]

Just saw a comic where 2 people are on a road trip and the one in the passenger seat got bored so they decided to give the driver the suck, and now I can't not make a sillier, non-sex NSFW version of such a situation

So now I just have a scene of Fumi and Heimdallr on a road trip, not sure who's driving bc the one doing the antics is interchangeable really, and the one in the passenger seat is bored, looks around the car for something to do, finds nothing, and casually asks "do you think it would be dangerous if I sat upside down?"

It's interchangeable bc that's something they'd both do.

On one hand, it's really funny with Heimdall bc he's Tall and they're on the highway, meaning he intends to like, just wiggle around and pretzel himself until he's upside down while being really tall.

On the other hand, Fumi wouldn't fucking ask, he'd just start flipping himself and Heim would fucking swerve bc "Wtfareyoudoing!?stopthatitsdangerous!!!whatifwe crash,youdfuxkingdie!!!!!nglogkwnka!!!!" And he would try to reach over to stop Fumi mid-pretzel

Ngksmnvks XDXDXDXD

[elliesbiatch]

Bestie <3

Ellie x fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, scissoring, cursing, pet names lmk if I forgot any ;) this is not proof read but ah well

Word count: 1k

When Ellie shows me new music I can’t help but smile, she looks so happy as she mumbles the words and nods her head to the beat. I giggle a little, watching her intently, how could someone be so perfect and not even have to try? I watch her lips move and mine start to tingle at the thought of kissing her. “So u like it?” She asks me, snapping me back from my thoughts. The music fades out and I nod my head, “yeah it’s a cool song” I tell her and she grins. “Happy you enjoyed, I have a few others I can share” she says, getting up from the bed and walking over to her record player.

I watch as she bends over to pick up the next record and my eyes focus on her ass. My cheeks grow hot and I shift my eyes somewhere else. What is wrong with me? I have never looked at her in this way before, she was always my best friend and nothing else. Before I could even think about it further she plops back on the bed, I shake my head a little bit to get the bad thoughts out. The music this time is slower and- sexier kind of. I let my eyes wander over her body, she’s looking down at one of her comics so she won’t notice that I’m undressing her with my eyes.

Staring at her hands makes me dizzy, imagining them all over me- making me feel good. “Y/n?” She giggles, bringing her hand up to rub my cheek. “Your cheeks are all hot? You flustered for some reason?” She asks me in a low voice. “Oh um- it’s pretty warm in here” I lie and she raises an eyebrow. “You sure you weren’t having bad thoughts about me angel?” She mutters and I look at her wide eyed. Why would she say that? She’s never said anything remotely close to that ever before - or called me a name like that.

“Hmm? Were you ?” She asks again, before sliding closer to me. I can’t make myself speak, I’m too embarrassed right now. “You know- I’ve had some pretty bad thoughts about you, which is fucked up because you’re my best friend” she mumbles, hearing her say this makes me throb. “W-what kind of thoughts?” I manage to get out. “I’ve thought about a lot of things- kissing you, touching you…” she mutters, brushing her tattooed hand up my bare arm. “Thought about fucking you nice and deep”. A shiver runs down my spine, straight to my pussy. “Ellie” I shriek and she giggles, “what? You asked me to tell you”.

“Didn’t think you’ve thought about *that*” I say shyly. She hasn’t stopped looking me in the eyes for the last minute so I shift them downwards. “I want you pretty bad” she purrs and I look back at her eyes, they flutter down to gaze at my lips. “You think it would be okay if I kissed you for a minute bestie?” She smirks and I giggle before I give a quick nod in awe. She leans in and gently presses her lips against mine. I open my mouth slightly to deepen the kiss and my hands find themselves cupping her face.

We kiss for a few minutes, making me wetter and wetter. The kisses become sloppy and desperate before she pulls away and begins sucking on my neck. “Fuck Ellie, stop” I squirm as she sucks harder, leaving her mark on me. “Why baby?” She mumbles, trailing down further. “Because this is bad” I groan and she smiles into me. “Mhm- so bad, but that makes it better doesn’t it angel” she smirks.

I bite my lip and nod before sitting up slightly so she can take my clothes off. She complements me a few times in between kissing me all over. By the time her hand rubs over my clothed pussy, I’m dripping for her. She sits back up and takers her jeans and underwear off, leaving her T-shirt on. She leans over and un clips my bra. “We gonna make eachother feel good?” She mumbles, playing with my tits a little. I say a quick ‘yes’ and she grins, sliding my soaking panties off, “atta girl”.

She rubs her hand over my wet cunt before leaning in to kiss me a little more. She then positions herself with me so that our cunts meet. “Fuck” she groans, throwing her head back at the feeling. She begins to to grind against my pussy making me moan. “Just like that Ellie” I groan, she humps harder and her eyebrows furrow in concentration. I let out little moans and all she does is grunt and hiss slightly when she hits the perfect spot. The sound fills my ears as she begins to aggressively grind against me. Anytime out clits brush off eachother I let out sharp moan and she smiles proudly. She leans down to kiss me, still moving her hips at a fast pace, our bodies are sweaty now and our breathing is erratic. “You feel s- so good angel” she manages to get out as she closes her eyes.

I bring my lips to her neck and suck as she begins to let out some cute, desperate moans. “You close babe?” I ask her and she moans a quiet ‘mhm’. Her grinding gets even sloppier and I can tell she’s getting tired so I put my hands on her hips to help guide her. “Fuck y/n, just like that” she cries making me want to cum too. “Good girl, make my cunt all messy, please cum” I moan and she closes her eyes. The feeling gets too good and I cum before she does but I let her continue to rub against my sensitive clit. After a couple more seconds I feel her hips twitch and she lets her head fall into the crook of my neck. She rides her orgasm out, our chests rising and falling quickly.

“That was…fun” she mumbles, lifting her head up to look at me, her cheeks all red. “It was” I grin and she kisses me on the jaw. “You’re such a good bestie” she giggles.

[fluttergail]

Cognito~Hazard ;;; Despotic Alterity PART1 -silent hill 1-

The antagonist forces of Resident Evil and Silent Hill are marked in difference with how deliberate their intentions are in ruination.

The Order function a controlling, secret society _acting themselves as Agents of another ((thesun). Their actions are enforced and manipulative in the goal of a reprisal and incubation of trauma. Drug networks, assassination of important figures and their control of children ~--00incision upon a central nervous system.

Perhaps this is why the town is a mass hallucination, in clinical terms? It is alive, in the sense that its occupants are carrying out its will as cells --+ now no more then a Historical Society, bending and stretching the limbs of a corpse. The Silent Hill we see is little more then jitters and the Silent Hill we hear is little more then rattles.

Though, this itself, is a description of aegis, intercession. That the cult of Silent Hill puppeted a quiet american town into the quasi~alive marionette of the False...

...or that they strapped desperate reins onto an organism ~~~dug h()les in its pulp to hollow it out as an instrument?

1 and 3 are performances which end in the climax of 'satan' and 'god.' The theological imagery of the daemonic or divine made 'accessible' to you through the cult and their machinations. Father and Daughter can beat them both to death with a stick.

They are, at least ~on the surface~ positing the 'outside' as something manufactured within the Halo of the Sun----aa-- as the bodies of steel, blood and light. --=-=fireAirWaterearthandwood

These earthly qualities ~and the Halo of the Sun----aa-- is constructed of these such Lights of Life~ are the base attempt at inscribing a religion ---by nature of it's enactment, an organised religion- which perhaps explains the incorporation of such bas-ic catholic and christian mythology. 'It is not uncommon for people to worship the same God and still disagree.'

'God? Don't you mean Devil?'

'Whichever you like.'

This doubelbind made for mistaken identity is a fitting masque for them to wear as inheritors of the Native American inhabitants they killed to mark their town. ((Where the name Silent Hill comes from.)

1 is cast in shades of black and white, shadow deep darks and blissful quiet ash snow. Harry Mason is a father ~and WRITER~ in the archtypal male fashion, that of the Steven King protaganist and self~insert expy. He manoeuvres through the town in the guise of an -outside- and we suppose on a literal level that may be true, however, he as much of a part of a regenerating system as the cult are - the police, the hospitals, the church - he is often considered unique in the worlds of Silent Hill in that his psychological journey does not concern him but rather his daughter ~or the expy of the ghost trama of his daughter~ and he must live through the torments of the child. Disassociated from his own - he has none. He is the father. He is the ~sun~

His disinterest in his own surroundings, regardless of the horror, remarking on anything not related to a current quest for Cheryl as 'nothing here!' even when he ends up in the Nothing

Nothing here

a childs experience in silent hill must then be that of a self reflecting voyuer, the thing that exposes the h()les in itself out the innocence that foams out cotton dolls and trails game experience into his or her or ITS local school or hospital or amusment park. the former a required torture, the second a result of h()me torment and the latter as the grasping of the only fond memoery an abused child could possibly lie to itself about ===the promise of a happy family outing===

what you play as in this game is the Object of worship, or um, to be more specific, Objects of worship ~father and daughter~

The vessel or incubator +harry+ and the soul or God +AlyssaCherylHeather+

Harry is the nothing and Heather is the flesh, their end chambers positing these two next to eachother, valueless husks of liminal space in a void for the abyss of a Father or of the Light or of the Sun int he perpetual prescnese of a flashlight

or the flesh chapel of worship in careful pulsating consideration for the womb within and the Daughter or the Meat or the Blood in the cyclical pulse of a fleshlight

[chaifootsteps]

Unfortunately, I'm already at chapter 26 out of 30, and it hasn't gotten any more diverse. It's yo the point that I headcannon two of the girl friend characters are actually dating/have feelings for eachother cause the one always comes over in the mornings for breakfast and occasionally spends the night, but there's no real evidence or hints in those scenes, so it's probably meant to be portrayed as just normal friend things.

And if I'm being honest... I can't even say I'm enjoying the book that much. Not specifically because of the lack of lgbt and stuff, of course. But the book seems to really drag. Half the book is spent with the main character blatantly ignoring her friend advice cause 'she's always right' (which, thankfully changes eventually) and trying to hide her powers and get her memory back, and now, stuff is happening in the last 10 chapters that feel like it should have happened more around the middle of the book. I keep trying to figure out if this is more because I haven't read anything that isn't a graphic novel since high school, or if it has to do with the book and story itself.

There was one part that peaked my interest, but that's cause my theory brain started going.

Basically, there's this character that's a major villain in the story. He's in a position of power and is presented as this possibly misogynistic dick who's constantly fighting with the main character tooth and nail cause he wants to be in control and doesn't like her doing things her own way and doing what she thinks will improve the town, to the point that he straight up sells his soul to get dack magic and trys to send her into a death trap to get rid of her. He sounds and acts like a pretty basic, sorta one-dimensional villain that you're supposed to hate.

But then, we get to this scene where he and the main character have to have dinner together to 'reach common ground', and we get more of a look into his character. His mother (who, spoiler, ends up being basically the leader of all witches and the most powerful witch ever) shows up and seems to be disappointed in him, which beats him down a bit, kinda making him show a bit of vulnerability. Its also heavily hinted that he has no friends, possibly because, throughout their youth, the villain character has been constantly humiliated by the main character (though it was through complete accidents on her part).

And at this got me thinking... what if he's just as much a victim in all this? What if, due to being humiliated in his youth and having no friends, he often turned to his mother for affection and comfort, and his mother used this dependence to basically manipulate and control him? What if he wasn't actually misogynistic like the main character thinks (cause honestly, she seems to see every man who's not related to her or is the object of her affection as a possible misogynis), but was just bitter towards her and her friends specifically because of the pain they caused him in his youth? It's suggested that his mom is the reason he got into his position of power, so what if she orchestrated the whole plan to kill off the main character with dark magic, forcing her own son to sell his blood to obtain it, so she could keep her own hands clean, even is it meant selling her own sons soul.

I even had this whole idea for how a redemption arc would go between him and the main character. Maybe she'd realize that his mother was using him and tried to talk some sense into him while also trying to hide the fact that she now knows about her powers and witches. Maybe he'd snap at her cause he viewed her as the cause of all his pain and because she views it as a childish feud while ignoring how much it affected him. Maybe her finally getting her memory back would make her realize just what she did to him, and she'd actually start to feel really bad about what she did, even if it wasn't intentional. Maybe they could connect over the fact that her parents also veiwed her as a disappointment when she couldn't use her powers, which resulted in her getting her memory wiped.

I even thought up a twist ending where HE was actually the one with weak powers and that the mother somehow set it up so that, during the test that dictated whether their powers were strong enough that theyd be of value, the son would succeed desite his weak powers, and the main character would fail and get her memory wiped, and that in the end, the main character would help free him from the black magic and his mother control. Hell, maybe he'd even end up joining her coven in the end, using his position of power to help her instead of work against her.

I had this whole idea for how this could go and how interesting it would be.... but NOPE! He immediately goes back to being a creepy, borderline stalker-ish misogynist and is presented as a typical villain, now with a hint of mommy issues that never come up again.

Ngl I was completely apathetic to this book until you started theorizing and if even half of that had turned out to be the case, I would actually considering picking this one up.

It's always the villains, isn't it? How many bland, shitty stories have been saved by having a really compelling villain, or even a halfway compelling one? They're like hot sauce.

[akria23]

I wanted to talk about things from Black’s perspective because I think it’s so easy to reduce him to the violence and call him crazy but these people placed him in a coma. Let me say that again - they beat him so badly that he was in a coma and it seems he thinks it was in hand with someone he grew up with betraying him. Black gets out this coma and it seems the first place he goes to (when he escapes the hospital mind you) is to the garage. And he doesn’t find the gang he put together, he doesn’t find sanctuary. No, he finds his twin who has his face making out with Sean who he isn’t exactly the best of buddies with.

People really only focus on Blacks actions for this episode being about protecting White and while that is likely there somewhere I do think it’s deeper & not just that. Black has been exhibiting a lot of anger and I can’t say it’s shocking. He wakes up out of this coma and doesn’t go to his home he goes to the garage and so that to me atleast says a lot about how he views or viewed the garage. But like I said he doesn’t find refuge, instead what he finds likely left him feeling like his life had been stolen and that like always he only had himself to depend on. A part of me even wonders if he didn’t know already that it was White in his home and not an intruder because I cannot imagine White (despite his recent training) would have bested Black who is considered the best trained amongst the gang if Black had actually considered him an enemy. He doesn’t give any warmth to his brother despite years of separation, instead we see him coolly strip the aspects that are him from White’s body and replace them where they belong - upon his own.

And I feel like we see him do that again in this episode just with Sean. Everyone we see him engage in physical combat with its merciless and intentionally violent. When he meets with Sean his first intention is not to fight him, it’s simply to end things between him and his brother. Once the kiss and spitting doesn’t do the trick he outright tells him to stay away from him (unless it’s absolutely necessary) I think that part is important he doesn’t try to kick Sean out the group or anything like that and even leaves that working space of if it’s necessary for us to engage. But when Sean doesn’t let it go at that and doesn’t let him leave there’s a shift and you can see this decision as it’s made - his eyes glisten with tears and his jaw clenches - this is the moment he goes from giving leeway to violence, the moment he goes from just trying to end things to letting anger take over.

Every time he hits Sean he says “Fight me, why aren’t you fighting me, fight” Black is trying to take his position back, unravel the life he’d come back to but hadn’t really signed on for. With the same methodical focus he stripped White of his identity he tries to place this relationship back to where it was by trying to get Sean to engage as they’d always done. He and Sean were always pitting themselves against eachother, including physically in battle. They had that same mindset of demolishing a challenge if ever there was one and yet no matter how much he demanded it of Sean he refused.

We tend to look at this scene from Sean’s point of view but when you shift it you notice the minut emotionalism Black is exhibiting. The anger & frustration. His life is not as he had left it, his relationships included. He can’t slide back into his life the way he would have sans White and even trying to force it back into place so to speak wasn’t working. Like I said I don’t believe physical violence upon Sean was the plan because while they weren’t friends I do think them being apart of the gang fighting against the same issues made them comrades of sorts even if very loosely and I don’t think he was trying to diminish that altogether m, hence the ‘unless absolutely necessary’ bit before. However Black is the sort that sticks to the path once in motion no matter if it’s ideology or a decision. And so despite the frustrated walk away he does finish Sean off in the end with that kick to the face.

Black is dealing out retribution and the reason I say we should consider his perspective from his ideals and not our own because Black isn’t showing us anything new, dealing retribution to those who have stepped out of line and hurt them or an enemy has been shown to be his way since he was a kid. Fighting back has been his rule of thumb his whole life, right or wrong. So while it may be violent it is no less merciless than when Sean when he didn’t show Yok any compassion for challenging him, or White when he upset his plans. White see him as a doppelgänger of evil maybe not because he’s doing evil but because White is come from a place of being stripped of a life that he found himself enjoying. Black is back and getting his life back and refuses to allow him to wiggle any space of his own and that leaves White left out so of course he see his brother through a lens that might not be the most unbiased. These characters all have their own flaws and shortcomings, things that make them tick. Are they painting Black into a ‘big bad’ corner? I don’t know, I’d hope not but right now I think his perspective is still worth considering.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Can I request something sweet about Charlotte and Luck learning to know eachother better? I'm a fan of this theory, it's just makes a lot of sense and those two interacting together is something I would love to see more about^^

Of course! There really isn't a lot of content for these two, because I suppose it's a less known theory. But in any case, I do hope that you enjoy

Characters: Charlotte Roselei & Luck Voltia

Genre: slice of life/sibling fluff

Fic type: Oneshot

Length: ~0.7k

“No Luck, I will not fight you,” Charlotte repeated for what she thought must’ve been the thousandth time already that afternoon.

“Aaawww,” Luck whined with a pout. “Why not?”

“We’ve been over this, and we were supposed to get to know each other, being half-siblings. And maybe find out what kind of a relationship we want to have as such.” She explained through gritted teeth and a tense jaw.

She really did want to have some kind of relations with her newfound half-brother, but the task seemed incredibly difficult, because he wasn’t cooperating with her. His attention span seemed poor, and all he cared about seemed to be fighting or pulling pranks; just pushing people’s buttons.

“But you learn about your opponent by fighting,” Luck insisted while punching the air in front of him a couple of times.

Charlotte’s brows furrowed further as she tried to hold back from lashing out at him. Okay Char, you can do this. Just take a deep breath and try again. One more time. She thought to herself, taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself, the best she could.

“Though that is true, you learn very different things from your opponents during a battle than what you learn from a conversation,” she explained, trying to maintain her composure the best she could.

Luck let out a hum as he thought, turning his gaze up for a few seconds before speaking again. “How so?” He blinked and looked at Charlotte. “Magna is easy to get to fight, Finral isn’t because he likes avoiding fighting, Noelle thinks it’s pointless to be fighting all the time, Charmy likes cooking better. A lot of them have something they like better, but Magna is really quick to answer a challenge.” He spoke out his thoughts without thinking too much about it.

But there was a point in what he was saying. He wasn’t speaking it out as an analysis on their personalities, but he had been making observations about the types of people they were. Whether it was intentional or not, Charlotte couldn’t tell.

“How about before you joined the Black Bulls?”

“Hm?” He hummed looking at her again, but only for a moment. His reply came later, once his eyes were again directed upwards, somewhere far, far away. “They didn’t really like fighting. Probably because I always won, and mom said that I could beat anyone because I was special. And that I should just keep winning.” His tone was more quiet, just a hint, but enough for Charlotte to notice. He wasn’t ashamed of it, but neither was he having fond memories about the time before becoming a knight, or so it seemed.

And in there, hiding under that statement, there was something familiar.

Loneliness.

Maybe. At least they both had been alone while growing up. Her because of her position and him for being different. And they both had a goal, something to concentrate on. For her it had been ridding herself of her curse, and being strong enough to handle herself without any man; to be stronger than men. Meanwhile he had just focused on being stronger, fighting and winning any opponent that he might face.

They were… similar, in a strange, strange way. But ‘fighting’, although in their own ways, was a way to cope and make something out of themselves; a way to survive reality.

Fight. Fight. Fight.

I suppose… that we’re not that different after all… she thought with a faint smile before gazing to Luck.

“Let’s fight,” she simply stated.

He looked at her with his lips tugging up into a wide smile. “Really?” He asked, jumping around as if he wasn’t asking if they would fight, but rather when would they start.

And though Charlotte wouldn’t have thought so in the beginning, she had learned a lot about her brother. Perhaps not in a way that she had expected, but she had learned nonetheless. And she’d get to learn even more, or at least try to learn through Luck’s methods.

But one thing was clear to her: they weren’t so different, after all.

[bumackerman]

warnings: sfw, light cursing, slightly suggestive at the end.

@aprilsdelights asked:

could i request c, m, n, and x for uraraka and/or monoma? from the sfw list. thank youuu <3

a/n: can i just say that this is my first time writing for a girl (not that it’s much different), and i am REALLY proud of myself. >:3 also, monoma’s is a bit long. he’s my favorite bnha character, so pardon me. ~>~

¬ c (cuddles): do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

✦ yes! this girl is a sucker for cuddles! any chance she gets to hug her s/o, she will most definitely take it!

✦ due to her care-taking nature, she loves to be the big spoon! you’re not complaining, though. your back pressed against her chest is very comfortable.

✦ her favorite time to cuddle is when you guys are watching a movie together. she loves it when you lay on her lap as she gently runs her fingers through your locks. she likes the feeling of your hair on her finger tips. sometimes she even uses her quirk to make your hair stand up because she thinks it looks funny. (she’s so cute :,3)

¬ m (morning): how are mornings spent with them?

✦ have you ever seen those movies where couples brush their teeth together in the morning and look super happy just to be spending time with eachother? that’s literally uraraka and her s/o.

✦ you get dressed together, help pick out each other’s outfits, and genuinely just enjoy each other’s company.

✦ sometimes in the mornings, you‘ll make her fluffy pancakes in the shape of a cat, and she goes crazy every time. she’ll pepper kisses all over your face and hug you like she’s never seen pancakes before.

✦ “baby, why are you so excited? they’re just pancakes...” you ask with a blush spread across your cheeks. (‘raka is probably crying happy tears, not gonna lie.)

✦ “they’re not just pancakes! they’re CAT pancakes!” she says with happy tears rolling down her cheeks. you giggle as you kiss her tears away and lift her chin. leaning in, you press a gentle, but passionate kiss to hers lips, “you’re so cute,” you say as you pull away. “...i love you.”

¬ n (night): how are nights spend with them?

✦ night time is the perfect time for relaxation. a nice calming bubble bath with her s/o is just what uraraka needs. after a long day of hero work and nausea, all she wants is sparkling water and kisses in the bathtub from the love of her life.

¬ x (xtra): random headcanon.

✦ this may sound cheesy, but i think uraraka likes to feed her s/o sweets. not in the normal way, though. i think she enjoys using her quirk to float cake, candies, etc. into her s/o’s mouth and they have to catch it. i think it’s a fun little game that they made up, and damn, is it cute.

✦ “catch!” uraraka’s melodic voice rings out. you turn to face your girlfriend. seeing a piece of her birthday cake floating toward you, you quickly maneuver to catch in in your mouth. the sweet vanilla flavour soothes the taste buds on your tongue. the sound of her giggles made your heart flutter as you began to laugh.

✦ you shake your head at her smiling face. “too cute.” you say as you kiss the tip of her nose.

¬ c (cuddles): do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

✦ to put it plainly, monoma is a brat. this kid refuses to admit that he wants to be cuddled. his ego is easily bruised, so please, for the love of god, do not confront him about it. if you straight up ask him if he wants to be cuddled, he’ll get deeply offended and probably pout in the corner like a little baby.

✦ if you notice that he’s finding (not so subtle) ways to get closer to, or run his mouth to you while sitting on the couch, please just push him over and lay on top of him. he’ll shut up real quick.

✦ his favorite position to cuddle in is when his s/o lays on top of him. he falls asleep really quickly when your weight is on his chest and his arms are wrapped around your body.

¬ m (morning): how are mornings spent with them?

✦ in the morning time, monoma always wakes up earlier than his s/o, which gets really old for them. especially because he will purposely be loud to wake you up so that he doesn’t have to coax you to get up yourself.

✦ even though he’s annoying, sometimes he’ll attempt to be a sweetheart and actually wake you up to the smell of pancakes and coffee from a nearby café. (don’t bully him, he’s trying his best :,)

✦ he’s not really the best at cooking. although, when he does try to cook, he looks really cute in the little apron that he wears. it’s way too small because it’s not his, but pink really suits him.

✦ the way he confidently squeezes the handle of his spatula as he stares intently into the pan (trying really hard not to burn anything) is really, really adorable. it’s so hard to resist kissing him while he’s concentrating.

✦ alas, you can’t resist the temptation of feeling his soft lips on yours any further. sneaking up behind him, you wrap your arms around your boyfriend and press your cheek against his back, making him snap out of his trance.

✦ “mornin’, bub.” you say in a sweet whisper. you hear his heart beat faster before the sound of loud sizzling drowns it out. monoma puts the spatula down neatly on the counter top before turning to face you.

✦ “good morning, my love.” he says with a softened grin. leaning in, he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, and then to your lips. his long eyelashes brush softly against your skin. “how did you sleep?” he asks as he pulls away.

✦ you shrug, and turn to go sit at the kitchen island. “wasn’t anything special.” he chuckles and turns back toward the stove. his eyes widen as he fumbles around to grab the spatula again. “oh, shit! fuck, fuck, fuck-,” his panicking voice echoed off of the empty kitchen walls.

✦ soon enough, he turned the stove off and dropped the spatula into the pan, alongside a seared pancake. the smell of burnt food stung your nose as you awaited his declaration of defeat.

✦ an amused smile spread across your lips, “...you burnt it, didn-”

✦ “i burnt it.”

¬ n (night): how are nights spent with them?

✦ after a long, EXHAUSTING day of being monoma’s side kick, you take the time to change into your pajamas and go straight to bed. if you don’t, your head will surely explode if you hear him boasting about how you’re his underling.

✦ the only reason you’re putting up with it is because you couldn’t bare to see him as someone else’s side kick. that would just crush him. you love him too much for that.

✦ that smug smile of his is heavenly compared to his pretty face twisted into a frown. just imagining your boyfriend with his bottom lip pushed out into a quivering pout makes your heart ache. you want his beautiful blue eyes to be filled with pride, rather than seeing them filled with tears (unless it’s in a good way ;).

¬ x (xtra): random headcanon.

✦ i think monoma would often secretly copy your quirk just to learn a unique trick with it so that he can teach it to you later on.

✦ he would just get super excited that he can teach you something for once.

11/25/20

[prettywarriors]

Ok ill bite whats the worst mg series

alright, whats the worst magical girl series in your opinion?

Thanks you two for letting me do some yelling. The obvious guess would likely be one of the recent edgelord shows right? Magical Girl Site or something similar? But nay I say, for while MGS and Day Break Illusion and such and what not generally tell you what to expect right away. Don't like super violence and suffering? Watch something else is the clear message from the get go. One of the bait and switch series then like Madoka or maybe Yuki Yuna? For what faults they may or may not have, at least these series do something and are interesting, even if you're not huge on what goes down in the series. A parody then? They range from affectionate to banned in New Zealand but regardless of quality and their feelings for MGs, it's a parody. It's a joke and shouldn't be taken seriously (plus they're usually short so you can just forget about them forever).

So what makes a series terrible then, I am sure you are asking. IMO? Setting expectations for an interesting and enjoyable series, and then dashing them to hell.

Come with me below the cut, as I talk about Key Princess Story: Kagihime Eternal Alice Rondo!

Spoilers abound so if you care about those for a 15 year old series, click away.

Background: Kagihime was a 4 volume manga that ran from 2004-2006 that was picked up for a 13 episode anime adaptation near the end of its run. The manga is created by a pair (Kaishaku) who you may know for making Magical Nyan Nyan Taruto. Kannazuki no Miko, and Steel Angel Kurumi, and the anime had a script written by the same writer (Mamiko Ikeda) for Tenshi Ni Narumon who also did some script writing for Princess Tutu and Seven of Seven. The anime also had 6 character music videos which are fairly simple but a nice addition to the series for the main girls. Discotek has been publishing the anime in the states in recent years, and the manga was brought over by *squints at book spine* Dr Master Publications.

The Premise: Girls transform and enter weird outside of reality spaces to fight each other with giant keys to take each other’s stories to create a third Alice In Wonderland story.

Well, an off-brand Alice story written by Alternate L. Takion, rather than Lewis Carroll/Charles Dodgson, that while the series uses all the aesthetic hallmarks of the tradition Alice, the little we see of the in universe Alice story is clearly different. Which is fine, at the end of the day, it’s still about someone who loves the Alice stories and wishes there was more, and even makes his own fanfiction version. His? Oh yeah, while the girls do all the fighting, the main character is Aruto, a teen boy who loves Alice, and for reasons we don’t know till late game, can enter the liminal spaces that the ‘Alice Users’ fight in. He chases a girl who looks like the Alice he sees in his story, who is named Arisu, and gets roped into this fanfic battle royale. He is also the older brother of the very needy Kirihara, who also ends up being and Alice User. As does Kirihara’s bff Kisa. To round out the group of enemies-turned-friends-who-will-work-together-to-collect-the-Eternal-Alice-without-having-to-fight-eachother group is a young genius researcher Kirika who wants to know more about Aruto’s connection that allows him to enter the spaces where the girls fight.

Then there’s all the other girls, some of whom still have real importance to the story and some who have a few panels or 2 scenes total. But with a whole bunch of girls to design, the creators reached out to a whole lot of other people to have them create designs! Eventually the battle gets down to the last few girls, there’s a confrontation with the guy running the whole thing, and while the anime and manga vary quite a bit the whole time, in both version Aruto ends up with Kirihara. Oh and Arisu was created by Aruto’s super imagination powers.  

The Promise: Here on is subjective, particularly with what I personally saw as potential from this series. because I need you to understand how much I want to like this series. 

~Alice in Wonderland themed: I know some people aren’t alice fans and that’s fine you do you but as a big alice fan this is great. We have a few alice episodes and themed characters amongst series like CCS and MGRP, and even Alice themes in other series like Tweeny Witches and Alice 19th. But damn it I am down for Alice series.

~Giant Keyyyyyyyys: Yeah yeah Kingdom Hearts but these keys are much more staff like for a lot of the characters which ads and air of elegance rather than the KH ones that for me at least feel well designed for big ol props rather than actual weapons. We also get...

~Weapon variety: It counts as a key if it’s a thorn whip that can be shaped like a key right? How about a giant pocket knife? Crossbows can also be keys. Hush. And we have this variety because

~Guest Artists: For magical girl series where we have a variety of outfits designed by different people, we have Kagihime, Uta~Kata, and uhh I guess Magia Record? But that’s a mobile game with a hella number of characters and with how mobile game works I wouldn’t count it just because it’s less the intent of the series to have variety and more the nature of having lots of girls. (Precure doesn’t count because unless I missed a memo each season’s set is still by one designer). If a series isn’t about a team and therefore doesn’t need cohesion, bringing in other artists is a great way for variety and new looks. 

~The long term goal: Fighting with other people who love the same piece of media you do in hopes of creating new material that will be viewed as official? That’s just fandom nowadays. But it’s a legitimate interesting concept, and opens up so many doors for a message for the series, be it ‘what you create is no less valuable than the canon work’ or ‘it’s hard to let go when something you love doesn’t have more to it but you can still love it for what it is’ or ‘bond with the people who like the thing you like ya idiot instead of fighting about it’. The concept is interesting and there are so many narrative ways you can take this.

~Gays: Between the anime and manga, we have at least 5 wlw. Is it a magical girl series without some gays? (side note- the manga had a short thing where the MC wears a girl’s uniform and is pretty comfortable in it and while there is no way this was the intent, between that and the emphasis on the stories that live in girls and how the fight zones have no men, I’m just saying, Trans girl Aruto.)

~Greater Fairy Tale Premise: We meet a Little Match Girl based MG who is obsessed with Andersen rather than the Alice books, and touch on a Sleeping Beauty character in the manga. The manga at least implies that classic stories and fairy tale authors uh. Live on in a liminal space as immortals with world warping powers within that world and there could be opportunities for other girls in the real world to fight for Little Mermaid 2: Electric Boogaloo.

The Good: Everything has positive points, no matter how bad it is.

~Character Designs: Some of those looks slap. As do most of their weapons. 

~Backgrounds: I have a strong opinion on backgrounds in anime that can be easily boiled down to old watercolor backgrounds good, modern filtered photos as background bad, and as a 2006 series, this might not be Memole nice but they’re quite attractive. 

~Splash Pages: Easily my favorite thing after the designs, each chapter’s title page for the manga just has a character standing in a setting. Which is not everyone’s thing I’m sure but it’s a nice simplistic way to let the characters breathe imo. Even if at least some of the settings were deffo traced. But that’s how backgrounds work to some extent? If I ever get to the Met again, I am tracking down this exact photo, but here is a likely candidate for an example.

~Different Versions: I do not understand the need to make an adaptation that tries to be a 1:1. Kagihime had the same ideas and characters and did some of the same beats but very much had a different finale story and a lot of changes in the middle (like the Alice cops in the manga). Again, not something everyone probably wants I’m sure, but I very appreciate this, especially since the Anime kept good pace with the number of Manga chapters (reading the manga again while watching the anime at 3.8x speed just now was very interesting to see the different interpretations of events in a different medium.)

The ‘Fine’: Yeah.

~Anime Visuals: Look 2006 was still early enough into digipaint that I will give it a total pass on these. The colors are too bright but in a very bland way, the lineart is nothing interesting, and the faces are. Iffy. But it’s not total garbage to look at (probably helped by backgrounds and character designs...) it just came out in an era where not enough people knew how to stylize things to account for the weakness of the tools of the time. (It was 4 years earlier but I feel Kagihime is the polar opposite of Chobits with its painfully bland color palette while still being just. Flat. Sorry for the drive by Chii.) 

~Music?: There sure were songs. Obviously, they are nothing to me.

The Bad: CW for.... somehow all the big things to an extent. 

~Fanservice: Look, I am fine with fanservice, especially for a series that’s, ya know, not targeted at kids, big Mai Hime fan here even if I would recommend skipping the panty thief episode. And honestly the series generally isn’t fanservicey, at least by the modern standards of having the camera choosing under the skirt rather than an over the shoulder shot like I’ve seen plenty in other shows. Even the sexier outfits like the rose whip dominatrix aren’t bad BUT. When the girls fight. One takes her phallic key and drives it into another girls chest between the boobs while the loser cries in pain and then her book comes out and when the victor rips out pages, the loser’s clothes also rip. It is very SuperS Amazon Trio assault metaphor-y. There’s also a bit of fanservice with the sister becauseeeee....

~Incest: If you read the premise up there, first wow good job because I’m sure not re-reading that, you might have noticed I said MC ends up with his sister. As someone who is a big mythology fan and watches plenty of anime, I have a decent tolerance for your obligatory ‘oh we’re siblings but actually cousins so our feelings are okay’ or whatever the fuck Citrus has going on I don’t know that series and I don’t vibe BUT. I have limits and boy did this series go beyond that because multiple episodes are dedicated to the sister being in love with the brother? And the brother returns her feelings but knows that they are wrong so he put everything he likes in his sister into his version of Alice who, of course, physically manifests as Arisu who he creates accidentally with his uh. Magic imagination powers. But again in both versions MC still ends up with his sister. Hey, at least the manga eventually said the boy was adopted when the sister was like, 3, so if nothing else no blood relations? The anime did not ad this. -_-

~Under Utilized Characters: Arisu’s gradual revelation that she has no childhood memories because she isn’t a real person is so interesting and they don’t do nothing with it but also? That’s the kind of thing I personally would love to dig into and Kagihime, while touching on this world shattering revelation, easily loops back to So Anyway She Should Fight For The Man and to hell with developing a life or personality outside of what has been written for her. The rest of the main 5 were 2 note characters which. Could be worse? The most interesting character ends up being the child genius who accidentally murdered her childhood bestie (and/or lover? depending on version) and her coming to terms with that (the friend is alive but the version changes how and why she thinks she’s dead). Then the villain has the motivation of ‘i lost my creativity and now have become an immortal living outside of normal space and am getting girls to fight each other because that’s like a story so I’m still relevant right?’. But shoutout to the anime for then taking death of the author literally. The numerous other girls are canon fodder outside of like. The manga version of the dead gf and the little match girl.

~Battle Royale: This is not a thing I have an issue with generally. Again, but Mai Hime fan, I need to read MGRP 11, BUT by not developing the non-main girls there is no emotional connection which makes them just canon fodder and that’s boring as sin for a royale system. The initial main character fights revolve so much around the MC guy being there that they fall flat, and the 2 or 3 final battles in both versions still feel without any stakes. Also for a royale thing most of the characters don’t actually die, which cool! Neat! Except when they do? Some nobodies and a somebody are murdered (at least in the manga) and the tone never feels like it’s supposed to be upping the stakes, it’s just. Some people are dead now. And do you want to guess which of the main characters died?

~Gays: Oh boy the best friend of the brother-complex sister is in love with her and (in the manga) dies. She does apparently get better for the last chapter but the death itself is only felt by the rest of the cast for a page or two before we go back to feeling sad big brother wants to kiss his mentally generated sister clone rather than his actual sister u_u. Bury your gays is nothing new, but I wonder if it was also intended to be justified because Guess Who Is Creepy and a bit Perverted? Oh look the lesbian keeps the used swimsuit of her beloved and manipulates events to get an indirect kiss and when she sees the sister trying to strange Arisu for a moment she decides to do it for the sister? It’s not good. You want bad gay rep in a magical girl series, well here ya go. We also had a nobody in the first(second?) episode whose story pages reveal her having a kiss with a girl, and then we also have the prodigy again and- in the manga- her. Uh. childhood lover who she thought she killed but the girl has been wiping her mind over and over so prodigy remembers ‘killing’ the friend and not the she’s alive so she can keep? fucking with her? Toxic!

~Sexual Content: But wait you say, you already covered fanservice! Ah but that is sexual content for titilation. This is sexual content for dramatic backstory! The red riding hood character was sexually assaulted, another character was manipulated into sex first as a teen and then more often to ‘get into the publishing industry’, and the same writer forces some aggressive kisses on the MC. None of it is gratuitous which is nice, but also, was it necessary? Not making a new point for this but read riding hood’s dog was also murdered so unnecessary animal death gets tossed on in there. 

~Male Lead: You can have a male, non magical character as the main character surrounded by magical girls. This is not how to do it. If I can make a vicious and hopefully not understood reference, Aruto is basically Tate from the Mai Hime Manga. If you understood that, I am so sorry. If you didn’t, congrats! Don’t read the manga. Or do and send me asks about the iconic final page of the first volume (18+). Anyway, this dude is boring, everything revolves around him, BUT I’ll be generous and say at least this isn’t a harem series? It looks like it out of context but it’s just a triangle with a fun attached scientist and token lesbian.

~Premise: They didn’t make good use of it. The initial goals of ‘take other girls pages from their soul books because if we get enough we unlock a third alice book’ is good! And then we add the twist that that was never going to happen and either if we get all the pages we can grant a wish, or these fights are just happening for the amusement of and asshole. Either way, yeah okay I guess. But at no point do we ever achieve this forbidden wish granting book and the asshole just. Lives. Nothing happens to him. His peers don’t even dunk on him. The only real changes from the beginning and the end of the series are: the siblings are now chill with dating, and the scientist lady won’t turn into a child in magical spaces. Oh. Yeah.

~Why did we make this adult a child sometimes?: I think we know why. Stop trying to get those types of folks to watch your already meh series. I also could have sworn at points in the past looking up images for this series I’ve seen extra art for Yuuri the Thumbelina-y Alice User that seemed like it would fit alongside anything by POP. You know, the Moetan guy. If you don’t know, god I wish that were me. 

Wrap Up: I have definitely forgotten some points and am well within my rights to ad to this whenever I remember more points but uh. Yeah.  

Listen you want an alice themed battle royale with nice outfits? Rozen maiden is right there. Battle Royale magical girl series that’s good with fanservice? Mai Hime. Series with different outfits while being based on a classic story? Pretear.

Hope anyone who read all of this at least got what I was saying, even if they don’t agree with it. And thanks for reading because whoops. 

[bitchiha]

The Hokages Office (Yamato x Reader)

A/N: this is dedicated to all my Yamato stans (esp uhhh-hatake and papashi) You’re both lovely and I think it’s about time i fed you, my fellow whores <3 I wrote it on and off for about like four days... and I think I did horny tree man some justice. Ending was a little rushed and it’s semi proofread :(

Warnings: this is like a fucking porno script okay bye like it’s all smut. Li te rally all of it. Like there’s maybe like 4 paragraphs that don’t include horniness so... yah. Public sex I guess?? Just look at the title.

Summary: Ever since Tenzou was assigned to team Kakashi, he has been dying to get you alone. However, it seems to be quite a difficult task when you’re always running away flusteredly, he is beginning to lose his patience.

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From the moment Tenzou was assigned to Team Kakashi, he could not stop thinking about you; Lady Hokages new assistant.

It was like your flustered face was burnt into the frontal cortex of his brain, numbing his self restraint with every shy smile you gave him. He could never manage to get you alone though, in fact all of your exchanges were just polite and short and in the presence of either Shizune or Tsunade. The hungry beast inside of him constantly lashed out for more. Lord help him, he needed more. But no matter how hard he tried, it seemed the universe refused to give him what he wanted and that beast was always left unsatisfied.

His patience was wearing incredibly thin. It’s been months since the two of you met and the amount of times he’s had to take care of himself because of you was borderline pathetic. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way your skirt clung to your waist, or the way you’d look up at him through your long lashes with those adoring eyes...

His day at the office started with the usual boner. He had barely managed to last five minutes in the building before it happened.

The halls were completely empty, save for you rushing down the passageway — straight towards him. He stood there shocked, his feet felt like they were cement blocks holding him in place as he watched your preoccupied figure practically run straight for him at an alarming pace. There was a paper fisted tightly in your hand as you ran through the empty hall. It was probably some paper Tsunade had you go fetch, Shizune being to busy to do so herself. You didn’t seem to notice him in your state, you got so nervous over the littlest things. So much so that you were blinded by them and the inevitable fate was that you two were most definitely going to crash into eachother and all Yamato could do was wait with a twisted excitement.

You slammed into him with as loud thump. He could feel your breasts pushed right against his chest and your hair brush the bottom of his chin. A gasped slipped from your muffled lips, your face pressed to his chest. Once you realized you had knocked into another person, whose heart was beating 100 miles per hour, you peered up at them. When you recognized Yamatos face you managed to retract your body embarrassedly, but the damage was already done to Yamato’s now tightening pants. A look of surprise was set across his face as he processed the lingering feeling of your body against his, this had to be the most pathetic moment of his life and a record breaker for the worlds fastest boner.

But ss Yamato observer these past few months, your nerves bad blinded you and you didn’t seem to notice. “Y-Yamato! I’m so sorry!!” You said as you avoided eye contact, “I-I’m just.. I’m just a little behind with schedule and I can’t seem to find Shizune to give her this—“ you breathlessly babbled, he wasnt really focusing on any of the words you spoke though. The only thing he was thinking about was how he wanted to make you stutter out his name like that again, the sound was practically tattooing itself onto his brain.

As usual, before Yamato had the chance to respond, the two of you heard a sound from down the hall. He watched as your face perked up, like a puppy at the sound of a squeaky toy. You turned away from him, glad for an opportunity to escape, “That must be her!” And you were off again, shooting down the hall leaving Yamato to stare after your disappearing figure and to deal with an raging hard on..

And here he was now, about a half and hour later, alone in the Hokages office. The boner still prevelant, more than before as the thought of your body pressed against his was superglued to his brain. He was grateful that his pants were loose fitted and made it a little difficult to see, but he honestly didn’t put up much of an effort to hide it anymore. Lady Tsunade has already seen the imprint of his pants grow gradually bigger these past couple of months, there was no use in trying to hide it anymore. He debated if he should just go jack off in the bathroom, it wouldn’t matter if he was a little late, right? Afterall, Tsunade clearly didn’t care about her own tardiness.

The sound of someone’s footsteps approaching caused him to stop his internal debate. Instead, he listened carefully as he try to identify the owner of the sounds — was it Tsunade? No... They were too fragile to be Tsunades, she walked with much more authority.. Shizunes? Not likely. They were too light to be Shizunes, who’s steps were always frantically beating the ground as she chased the Hokage about. No.. These steps were definitely y/n’s and she seemed to be rushing straight for the office.

His heart rate sped up at the thought, straightening against the wall. Was it too good to be true? He silently prayed to see the shy girl appear as he watched the closed door intently. Desperately trying to manifest the sight. The footsteps got closer, and closer, and the door knob began to turn.

“—Lady Hokage!” You screeched breathlessly as you stumbled into the room, a huge stack of papers balanced in one hand as the other whipped the door open. Bingo.

He watched with surprised eyes as the poor assistant begin to nervously babble out an apology for her tardiness. It took a minute for you to collect yourself and realize there was no one to hear your apology. When you did, you let out a sigh of relief at the empty room, clearly failing to notice Yamato behind you. No wonder you were still an assistant in training.. your nerves were worse than Shizunes. He observed indulgently as muscles in your back untensed through your blouse and you sighed in relief, placing the stack of papers on the already cluttered desk. Your skirt rising up just the way he pictured when he thought about you in the late hours in the night, causing a scratching from the hungry beast inside the observing Shinobi.

You quickly thanked the empty room for the salvation of escaping Tsunades wrath, hanged wringing to together with relief. The little display caused Yamato to chuckle quietly, resulting in a startled yelp from the assistant. You stumbled backward, leaning your body against the desk, facing the Shinobi who had been behind you. He noticed how your legs trembled a little, like a baby deer and he couldn’t repress his excited smirk. This is just how he pictured this.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you, y/n.” He said with a sly smile as he straightened up and peeled his body off the wall.

“N-no thats okay!” You managed to yelp out, bowing respectfully to the ninja, your vision lowering with your movement, catching the tent in his pants. Your mouth fell open a little at the sight. You were bent in a bit of an awkward position, your legs were still shaking causing you to rely on your arms leaning on the desk for support. Nonetheless he appreciated the gesture and how you pretended not to see the obvious surprise in his pants as you straightened up again. You were always such a good girl, always so respectful, but he didnt fail to notice your lingering eyes.

Yamato chuckled again at your wandering gaze fueling this dream in his hesd. Yeah, he’s struck gold, that’s for sure. The sight of you all flustered like this, all because of him, it caused another stirring in his pants and a boost to his confidence.

“Do you you know what you do to me, y/n?” He asked in a falsely nonchalant tone. His body carrying him towards the desk, not before making sure to lock the office door.

“What do you mean, Y-Yamato?” You nervously sputtered out, dodging his question as he came closer, like a lion approaching it’s prey. He couldn’t waste anymore time. This whole thing was a sign. It was a damn sign from the universe. Having you here, in this room that he’s fantisized about taking you in so many times, it was a gift. Afterall his waiting, he was finally getting rewarded and had zero intention to take this opportunity for granted.

“Not gonna answer?” he finally reached you, body towering over yours, repeating those same words he thought about saying to you before. Both his arms coming down on the desk, caging your body between them as he whispered, “I guess I’m just going to have to show you then.”

He watched your parted mouth with vigour, waiting for a protest or a sign of objection, but nothing came. Instead he watched the slick of saliva coating your tongue as your open mouth stuttered, attempting to say something, but only mindless splutters coming out. It took everything in him to prevent himself from just devouring you right then and there.

You stared at him with a doe eyed look, his clouded eyes meeting yours to pool into your irises. His bold advances were new to you, you’d never had someone do this to you before. But you werent complaining, you’d always wanted this — wanted him.. but you could never tell him and to see him so eager and hungry for something — for you — had done a wonderful job on soaking your panties.

Your shaking legs were pushed apart by Yamato’s knee, taking the look in your eyes as a sign of permission. You felt your legs giving out as your arms struggled to hold you up. Luckily his hands snaked around your waist and hoisted you up onto the desk. He drank up this innocent little way that you acted and he wanted nothing more than to have your legs shaking under him for an entirely different reason.

You felt your ass pushing the stack of papers you placed down previously, making room for you on the cold wooden table. There was a sound of brief swooshes, papers slipping to the floor as your mouth fell open a little more.

Before you had the chance to manage some some sort of comment about the papers in your shaky little voice, he leaned his head closer to yours and you instantly making you stop your thoughts in their track. You felt his hot breath against your mouth. You tried to say something you really did, but the only thing that came out was a whimper. He chuckled again, his lips brushing against yours as he did so. You wanted this just as bad, didn’t you? Then he wouldn’t want to make his little angel wait. Without further notice, he pressed his lips to yours.

He was much better than you at the kissing part, probably because he dreamed about this on a daily. His tongue swiped over yours eagerly, the sensation made you moan giving him better access to your mouth. Sliding right in, his tongue swirled around yours almost immediately. You immediately gave him dominance, causing him to groan into your mouth with satisfaction. He savoured how you let him drink you in, his fingers roaming about your body as he did so. They started at your waist, one coming down to your thigh while the other moved up to your chest.

After he couldn’t continue without suffocating, he pulled away. A string of salvia connected your mouths together and he brought a hand to his lip to break its connection, watching it fall back against your chin. You were too lost in what had just happened to bother wiping it away, allowing Yamato to mentally take a picture of the sight. He pressed your ass towards the edge closer to him, allowing your core to collide with his bulge. You let out a gasp, hands gripping onto his shoulders for support.

“See what you do to me? Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? You wanna know what I do when I go home everyday after seeing you in these little skirts?” His eyes never leaving yours as he spoke, the look in his eyes was borderline animalistic. “I stroke my dick to the thought of fucking you on this desk.”

Your response was just a jerking of your hips towards his own, what he was implying was too much for you. It was an involuntary action, but you were glad your body had done something other than just stare at him. “I— Y-Yamato... I didn’t know that.”

He scoffed, but it was more of an “of course you wouldn’t know” kind of sound. His hands travelling up your blouse and beginning to undo the buttons one by one. “How could you know? I can never get the chance to tell you how I feel because someone’s always barging in. So let me show you then, let me show you exactly how you make me feel.”

As his actions process, your reaction a little delayed due to all the cloudiness in your head. Your mind was swimming in the heat of his words. Once you managed some coherent thoughts, your hand flew up to his, pausing his work on your shirt. “Wait! W-What if Lady Tsunade hears? What if she comes back? Yamato.. I.. we can’t..” despite your hand atop of his, he swatted it off and resumed unbuttoning your blouse with a snicker.

“Then I guess she can watch, you’ve tortured me for months y/n. There’s no way I’m stopping now. Not when I’ve finally got you to myself.” And the truth is that you didn’t want him to stop either. You’ve wanted him just as much as he was wanted you, your desperation allowing you to stop your worries and let Yamato continue.

He stopped with the buttons once they were about two thirds undone, open enough that he could get a perfect view of your chest. Shoving the blouse down your shoulders, he gave himself a more clear view of your bra and your collarbones. The bra was a simple lace white fabric and he could see your erect nipples peaking out, causing him to practically drool. They’re even prettier than he imagined. He shoved your bra straps downwards, pulling the fabric covering your flesh with it, giving him full access to your now unclothed breasts.

He immediately dipped his head down to kiss and lick the flesh, his brain recording all of your sounds of pleasure. Your arms tightened around the back of his neck, little panting moans escaping your lips at this new feeling. Then he began to suck at one of the buds, his tongue eagerly swirling around it, the gasp that left hear your mouth fueled his assault further. He could your noises becoming muffled, you had bitten your lip to stop yourself from being so loud. He pulled away with a pop to look up at you, “You’re so responsive. So loud for me. I bet you want this just as much as I do, huh?” He could practically feel the heat radiating of your face, you looked like you were going to burst. So much so that you only managed to squeak out a yes.

“Huh? I can’t hear you, y/n. You weren’t that quiet a second ago,” god he was enjoying this, “I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself then.” Those words puzzled you, unsure of what he meant for a moment — but as you felt his hands travel down to your skirt you knew exactly what he intended to do.

His hand bunched up the fabric of your skirt, holding it up to allow him to view of your white panties, matching your bra. He couldn’t help but groan at the sight. “Wow, sweetheart. Were you wearing these in hopes that I’d see them?” He crouched down infront of your legs, one hand still bunching the skirt up while the over came down to stroke your clothed core. “You’re a little angel.”

Shocks of pleasure shot through you as he continued to stroke your clothed pussy. Causing you to grip the edge of the desk. The sensation only became stronger as he pushed your panties aside, dipping a digit slowly into your already soaked core. Yamato let out a sound of approval at just how ready you were for him. “See? I knew you wanted this just as bad as me, y/n.”

You wanted to say something, talk to him the way he was talking to you, but you were such a flushing mess. Finally, after you adjusted a little to his fingers and the pace, you managed to say something through your panting moans. “Yamato please... I want to make you f-feel good too.”

Those words caused his pace to falter for a second, he looked up at you with a satisfied smile before his pace completely stopped. His fingers laying still agaisnt your plush walls while his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit. “You want me to feel good too? Oh what a good girl you are. But don’t worry, I’ll feel good soon too. I Just want to make sure you’re ready for me first.”

His eyes returned to your wet core, watching as his fingers pushed in and out of you. He didn’t know when he would get this opportunity again, so he needed to cherish all the future jack off material he could get. You squeaked when he entered his second finger into your core and he moaned lowly as he watched your pussy struggle to take two of his digits. “God you’re so tight, how’re you gonna take my cock?”

“I’ll take it! I promise I can handle it!” You managed to respond as your eyes squeezed shut. Being the shy girl you were you didn’t have much sexual experiences prior to this, but that didn’t mean you didnt have fantasies and right now Yamato was doing a good job at fulfilling them.

“Such a determined girl, so good for me.” He grinned at your responsiveness as his thumb circled your clit, eyes trained on your pussy. He felt you begin to clench around him and he looked up to watch your face build up with the anticipation of a little death.

“Not yet, sweetheart. You’re gonna cum on my cock like good girls do, okay?” You nodded furiously as you began to hold back your impending orgasm. Just when he knew it was too much and you were going to spill over the edge, he stopped, retracing his fingers completely and standing up.

You hated how empty you felt as they retracted, but you knew what was coming next was going to be even better. As Yamato began to fiddle with his pants you took the opportunity to press a kiss to his lips. The gesture was surprising knowing how shy you were, but the kiss was so soft and sweet he forgot about undoing his pants and let his hands roam your body. His hands came up to palm your breasts, causing you to gasp into the kiss. That innocent noise making him lose his restraint again, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He dragged it along your gums, your teeth and then swirled it around your own muscule, it seemed as though he was trying to memorize every ridge and crevice you had.

You pulled away to gasp for some air, and he took a moment to look at your dishevelled appearance. Blouse tugged down, hanging onto your shoulders as your breasts peaked out courtesy of him shoving the fabric down earlier. “I’m gonna fuck you know y/n. And I want to do it with you bent over this desk.” He stepped back, giving you enough space to comply with his wishes. You nodded obediently, eager to please him. Standing once again on your shaking bambi legs, you turned around.

Your wetness was practically slipping down your legs as Yamato hiked up your skirt and pulled your panties down. He bent down to lick a small dribble of your slick that had began to slide down your thigh, his sudden desire to taste you taking over him as he licked further up towards your heat, savouring every taste his buds could collect. Greedily he starting to lap at your soaking core, faster and faster his restraint failing him miserably as those heavenly sighs left your lips.

There was just so many things he wanted to do to you. He wanted to do every fuckable thing to your pretty body, but he simply didn’t have the time. Reluctantly pulling away his tongue — a whine escaping your lips as he did so — he stood back up again. “You’re making me get carried away here, y/n.” He scolded teasingly before straightening himself up and fussing with unzipping his pants.

You were practically shaking with excitement as you heart the sound of the zipper giving way and the gentle whisp as the fabric falling to his knees. Listening intently to the sound of his boxers slipping down his thighs next, you let out an excited noise feeling his cock slap against your ass.

“So excited aren’t you? So eager for my cock. Gosh, I bet your play with yourself at night to the thought of me having my way with you.” He slides in unexpectedly as he finishes his thought, causing your hands so slip against the table. You lose your balance, arms stretching against the desk, back arching allowing even more of his dick to sink deeper into your tight pussy.

“Gosh you fit just right.” He groaned, letting himself completely sink inside you, the sight of your new position made his mouth water. Your tits were pressed against the desk as you arms splayed you out infront of him. His cock twitched at the sight, he didn’t want to cum too fast, but this was just too much.

He began with slow eager strokes, absolutely drunk on the noises you were making and just how warm and welcoming your pussy was for him. You moaned loudly at the feeling of him stretching you out like this.

Suddenly, he became very curious about something. He picked up the speed of his thrusts, the angle of this position giving him wonderful access to your sweet spot and he made sure to hit it every stroke. “What do you use when you think about me?” You a manged so slide your head against the table to look at him, cheek burning as you did so. There was a little bit of saliva that was beginning to pool out of mouth and when Yamato saw your sinful face he only became more violent in his pace and that only made you make even more sinful faces.

“What do you fuck yourself with when you think about me?” He repeated again, adding a much more aggressive thrust to the end of his sentence, showing he wanted you to answer it. The thrust caused your tits to drag further on the desk making a squeaking sound, only to be retracted once again as Yamato dragged your ass back onto his cock.

How could he expect you to respond when he was practically making you see stars? “I..” you said some incoherent words and Yamato slowed his pace down just enough for you to get your head back on.

“Come on sweetheart, I need to hear you say it. Tell me, tell Yamato.” When you still couldn’t answer his pace practically stopped. He made the slowest thrusts possible, each one managing to hit that heavenly spot inside you.

It’s like he was making it difficult on purpose. “F-fingers! I use my fingers.” You managed to finally stutter out, tears sprinting against your eyes.

That answer must have satisfied him a little because his pace began to quicken somewhat. “And what do you think about when your fingers are fucking your cunt? What do you think of me doing to you?”

“This!” You didn’t even have to think about the answer. This was exactly what you would think of, what you would daydream of as he stood on the office reporting to lady Tsunade..

Now that answer was definitely the right one and before you knew it he was pushing into you again at a rapid pace. “Ngh, that’s right. I knew your mind was wandering everytime we‘re in the same room. Your much dirtier than you’ve lead on, such a naughty girl.”

You couldn’t respond, the only sounds you managed to make were moans of pleasure as you felt yourself clenching more and more around his cock. “Oh you’re gonna cum now aren’t you? All over my dick, just like in your dreams.” His words fueling your orgasm as he felt you spasm around, him cumming all over his dick. He watched as your cum seeped out a little between his thrusts. Studying your face he memor the way it was pressed into the desk, your mouth open and your tongue peeking out, a thin film of drool puddled around your quivering mouth as he continued to fuck you through your high.

After a few more thrusts Yamato knew he couldn’t hold back his orgasm anymore. Your numb brain could somewhat piece it together too as you felt his cock twitching inside you. You’d both thought about this moment many times before and the one thought that always set you over the edge the fastest was when he let himself spill inside you.

“Yamato,” you mumbled hazily as you seen his own contemplation through foggy eyes. His pace was getting sloppy. “Can you cum inside me, p-please?”

As soon as he processed what you asked him, he came right into your sore little cunt. It took a surprising amount of strength for the shinobi to keep standing upright and holding your hips to his own at the pure bliss of his high. Holy fuck, that was so much better than anything he’d imagined.

The two of you stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to collect yourselves. As he began to pull his dick out of you the mixture of both your orgasms dripped out from your legs. He turned you around so you were laying on your back as he gingerly cleaned you up, lacking the resources to clean you up properly he settled on the tissues on Tsunades desk. Then he moved to pick up the fallen papers, letting you lay on the desk like a little doll until you were finally back from your high.

You were so fucked out that he had to help pull your panties back up for you, as well as adjust your bra and rebutton your blouse after he finished with the stack of papers.

Had he been too rough? You seemed like you were enjoying it when he was ramming into you, maybe he let himself indulge a little too much...

Your sweet little voice broke him out of his thoughts, “Yamato, would you help me go home please?” He watched your trembling little legs as you tried to stand, he was glad his wish from earlier had come true; your legs were wobbling for a different reason now.

“Of course, y/n. You were such a good girl, you did so well.” He pressed a kiss to your lips before wrapping in arm around your waist and guiding you out of the room. “What’re you gonna tell Tsunade now that you’re leaving early?”

You smirked to yourself, Yamato not noticing as he unlocked the Hokages door with his free hand. “We won’t have to worry about that.” Unbeknownst to the man holding you, you had grown impatient with your lack of alone time with Yamato too.

So lady Tsunades absence and everyone else’s for that matter, well.. that wasn’t some gift from the universe, it was an elaborate plan you had made yourself. You’d kept them all busy so you could finally have some time with Yamato. Turns out you were so much naughtier than anyone at the office could have thought thought.

[leviiattacks]

Two Faced | Chapter Three

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it's all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared. for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au, angst, fluff, slice of life etc word count :: 2.5k → click here for the next part !

The wind beats down on the bustling market and the scarf tied to your head which masks just how messy your hair is today flies away, neither you or Sasha realise as the street is scattered with stalls which bloom like flowers peeping out of rocky cement and the babbles of the citizens of the Asmye District are all you can hear. The Sun has begun to set ever so slightly, and the night is a convincing ruse to avoid anyone from noticing who exactly you are. Nobility such as yourself venturing down here is looked down upon.

Twisting and turning through the streets you both do your best to locate a specific man, balding and in his late thirties you have some unfinished business with him.

After a solid thirty minutes your goal is met in the form of his book store. Rubbing your eyes in disbelief you and Sasha sigh with relief and clap eachother's hands in triumph.

Now to get that refund.

Researching magic is a new past time of yours and you find it to be intriguing but you've been scammed into paying for a few useless storybooks. You admit it's your fault for hurriedly purchasing "A boy and his broom" and "The tales of seven witches" without checking the contents inside but you thought you could trust the review the owner gave you. The way he smiled reminded you of Mother and that was more than enough for you to make an immediate purchase.

"Four silver coins." You try to be assertive and when that doesn't work you bite your lip, thinking deeply before alternating to your puppy dog eyes.

The merchant looks away, a faint blush is spotted, swiftly you take it as your opportunity and plead "Please. Please. Please." Looking up at him through your lashes you rub your hands together expectantly. Eventually, he yields and hands over what he owes you begrudgingly.

"Sashaaa. I got the money." You joyfully exclaim. She looks a little disappointed that you've been begging for money but she's promised to not tell the Duke about what you do down here.

You're actually gathering emergency funds if you need to run away which is why any money being wasted is a big deal to you even if it's just four coins. Sasha doesn't know of the magic or the reason why you're collecting money and you want to keep it that way.

"Mmhm Next stop is the Emerald Silk merchants I'd like to invest in some of the silk and reserve it."

Sasha gives you another weird look. You know it's because the Duke owns the Emerald merchants and you may run the risk of being recognised, it would be far easier for you to simply ask Levi for the rolls of silk but you never know if he'll revert to his past self. The last thing you want is for him to behead you as soon as he returns purely because you've leeched off of him.

"Sometimes I find it hard to believe you're Duke Ackerman's wife and do not find the urge to spend money in the way you should." Sasha confesses.

As you both walk you respond "Well, what way should I be spending money?" you inquire.

"As if you've got a never ending supply. You're a duchess." She whisper shouts at you.

Patting at your head you feel around for your scarf and realise it's been blown away by the wind.

"Ah. Your scarf oh no." Sasha frantically looks around panicked and you wonder who on Earth she had to have been serving before you for her to be so on edge by this minor occurrence. It's a scarf, nothing of much value or importance to you.

"It's alright I never liked it. I'd much rather let my hair flow free." Releasing your hair from the cramped confines of the ponytail it's in you skip ahead of her letting your hair fall naturally.

"M-My lady PLEASE. You can't walk around with your hair out like that."

"No one will know who I am so long as you don't call me Duchess." you call over your shoulder.

Little do you know a certain someone already has your scarf in their hands eyeing you from the distance.

It takes a while for you and Sasha to navigate through the crowded streets but you end up finding your way and requesting to reserve the twenty two rolls of silk.

On your way out you eye the sign and wonder why you find the name Emerald to be so endearing. You wonder if he chose the name himself, you assume he did because he had consulted you on other variations too. Pearl, Diamond, Amber, but Emerald sounds sincere and sweet.

Your attention being placed so intently on the sign leads you into the hard body of a stallion. Thankfully, the horse is docile and doesn't mind.

"Miss with the pretty hair!"

The height difference means you have to shield your eyes with the palm of your hand as you look upwards towards the mystery man. A shining face is what you are met with and a cheeky grin is plastered across it. Choppy chestnut locks frames his face, he shines brighter than anyone you've met - Apart from Levi of course. No one outshines him in your books.

Is he a noble? You look to his stallion then to his high end, sophisticated garments. He must be.

Your scarf is in between his fingers and he dangles it in front of you.

"Is this yours my lady?"

"Oh, why it is thank you." he gently places it into you hands and you take a look at Sasha. You don't really feel like being found out by a noble today. The Duke's reputation would be in tatters if others of nobility were to catch you mingling with "common folk", that term makes your face twist. You despise it.

Nonetheless, It would be miserable if they saw you arguing passionately for your rightful refund of four silver coins when you resided within the walls of the Ackerman estate, you're sure four silver coins is petty change to Levi. It would be even worse if they eyed what exactly you were refunding.

Sasha senses your nerves and chimes in just in time. "Well, we must get going good Sir. We're running late for an event until next time!"

Taking your hand she leads you towards your carriage and you wave at the young man. With the same bright smile he waves back and calls out "Until next time ladies!" he seems menacing but in the manner of a mischievous younger sibling.

Once you and Sasha have escaped and are in the enclosed space of your carriage do you ask her questions.

"That man, Who was that?" you question.

Hushed Sasha whispers "I heard he's called the crazy bee." You chuckle at that witty nickname, his honey like expressions were sweet it did add up. "There's rumours he sticks it into anyone." Oh. My Lord. Your mouth gapes open. That nickname, it makes a whole lot more sense now given this perspective.

"Viscount Kirstein, A womaniser who's recently returned from studying abroad not too long ago. Best to stay away from him."

Makes sense, you have no recollection of who he is the only conclusion you can draw is that he has to be from abroad.

Your legs kiss your chest as you sit in the carriage curled up. From that point on the rest of the trip back is quiet as Sasha has unknowingly nodded off to sleep and you want her to rest. It irks you how the other staff members push her around despite her position as Head maid. The least you can do for your friend is let her sleep.

Smiling at her you cover her with your shawl and sit down content with how you've left her. You too are about to drift off to sleep.

That is until you see the Duke outside. You didn't tell him you were going to the market and he won't stop inquiring until you or Sasha let him know what's going on.

Quickly ducking out of view it's too late and your sudden movement has woken Sasha up too. Levi's seen you through the corner of his eyes for sure. Damn him and his senses. He hates back handed tricks and if you encounter his real personality you'll be in trouble.

He just had to decide to come out on tour today of all days??

The carriage halts to a stop and Sasha exits making sure the door is closed, you hear her giving one of the Duke's knights a lukewarm excuse as to why she's out supposedly alone in a noble's carriage. Guilt fills you, she's always covering on your behalf.

"You there, stop." The Duke's icy voice enters the scene, seconds of silence pass, you're holding your breathe. It feels like the first time he came hunting for you.

Out of nowhere he flings the carriage door open.

Oh no, there's too many people outside. You can't be seen on the floor of a carriage with your hair out like this. No Duchess can be caught dead this way.

Without a seconds thought you yank him inside shielding yourself from the view of any outsiders, the door echoes closed.

There's an exchange of heavy breathing and just as you're about to look up at him with a brazen smile you realise he's drawn his sword out on you at a furious speed, it's dangerously close to the nape of your neck. His body is tensed up and so is yours. Huh. This feels...different.

"I thought I was being attacked by a mutt." he spits out, his brows are furrowed, the veins in his neck throb, stance wide, his teeth are bared. A mutt? This feels hostile, lips pressed together in a fine line your heart stops beating for a second.

"My Lord...?" you meekly call out to him.

Then out of nowhere he seemingly snaps out of it.

"I'm sorry." He releases you from the compromising position "I didn't even notice it was you my love. Are you hurt by an chance?" He's back to his usual self and is panicking checking every part of you, ensuring he hasn't left a scratch.

Hugging you warmly his embrace soothes you automatically and you feel the relief course through your system, of course he's on guard he's the Duke and he's out on tour after all.

"I'm fine." You quickly explain your reasoning for hiding and he nods "So, could you give a random excuse to the knights? I just didn't wish to lose my dignity so soon. You know the Duchess on the floor of her carriage with her hair like this." You laugh airily pointing at the birds nest on your head.

"You look beautiful either way. But I'll do as you please." And he leaves after gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Later that night you're getting ready for a good nights rest. The Duke has yet to return, he's always caught up in his duties and noble activities, You wish he'd take the time to relax. Hard work and dedication to his people is an ethic of his he'll never give up on.

He always gives you the option to excuse yourself from partaking in noble activities. The only real reason as to why you don't ever venture outside with him and are yet to make a public appearance together is fear. Fear that he'll wake up one day and throw you away.

You want to make it easy for him if he ever decides to do that. He won't have to erase your existence if you don't make yourself known.

Tossing and turning you shiver, something feels off. You've been feeling that way since he drew his sword against you earlier today. The way he looked at you, it's reminiscent of the first time you looked into those feline eyes. Once bright and full of life they had become charcoal and devoid of any distinct emotion, the duality between his two forms makes your breath falter.

Being reminded that the Levi you know and love isn't real only gets harder as time passes. It's all overthinking and being pointlessly anxious but it still gnaws at your mind at least once a day. He is all you have and he is all you will have until he too turns on you. Just like everyone else.

Suddenly, the acidity of the situation settles into every part of your being, you can't have anything can you? All the love you've ever received is short term - only available for intermittent periods of time.

You feel bitter tears pricks at the edges of your eyes. You want to control yourself, act with jurisdiction over your body, so you do. No tears are shed.

Later that night you awake. Rubbing at your eyes you stir in bed, and eventually one of your splayed arms feels Levi's solid form next to you. Half awake you shift to put an arm over his chest, drawing him in closer he squirms at your touch. That's when you feel a harsh iron grip on your wrist, it's bruising.

That alone is enough for you to become undone from your drowsy state. Opening your eyes you're met with an expansion of cold emptiness.

"Lev...? Whatever is the matter?" Innocent gaze staring at your husband you act oblivious purposefully. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you find that shocking. You're surprised that it hasn't failed yet. Hope is the only instrument fueling it.

Silence.

Levi is no longer present, in his absence you are face to face with a rock hard glare, the fire in his eyes is also felt by you. The man who almost murdered you in cold blood months prior shows no signs of changing his previous choice, this whole situation is damp. If this were a movie this would be your last scene.

His fury is wordless but it vibrates and makes its presence known. There's a vortex of resentment brewing inside of his chest.

Everything is a blur, breaking down you hear nothing from Levi. You don't feel his warm palms at your cheeks, or his thumb swiping your tears away, this isn't one of your nightmares.

He's disgusted even touching the surface of your skin, it scalds him having to touch someone as morally impure as yourself. Releasing the hold he has on your wrist he tosses your arm away forcibly.

"Refer to me with that name once more and I'll see to it that your neck is snapped in two. Fucking Brat." His voice curls into a low hiss.

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Before Dawn (Levi x Reader)

So, I wrote this mostly in one sitting because I longed to post it on Archive of our own but I'm sure not all people read stories there, so if I can make someone's day brighter with some not so slow slow burn and eventual fluff then I'm in. I hope you enjoy, also I don't know how to add the read more option on mobile

Your face meets the hard, cold pillow of your bed with a loud but somewhat muffled thud. Your room turns darker and darker by each passing second as the sun slowly disappears behind the mountains. When you can't feel any stream of light entering the room you peak outside of your dormitory's window. Another exhausting day has finally come to an end.

Being the youngest member of Erwin's team isn't always as good as many of your comrades picture to be. Most of them believe you're babied, treated softly and specially, which is untrue to any possible extend. If anything, you're practically silenced by your other team members, who are much older and far more experienced than you. You do errands for everyone most the time and you're even assigned paperwork concerning fallen soldiers. You humph quietly. Soldiers can talk and gossip as much as they want, you're used to having to hear a new rumor about every one every passing week anyway.

Time seems to pass slowly as you're laying there, not moving a single inch of your body. In fact you contemplate on weather to even bat an eye to the direction of whoever's poking you. You have been satisfied with not having to talk to anyone for that little time you had to yourself.

"(Y/n) come on, we're just finished forming new squads."

Your much necessary time to relax seems to have to come to an end. It's almost never your choice, whether you get to rest or not that is, but you only sense it's going to get worse now that Erwin has been ranked as the new survey corps commander. A loud groan makes its way out of your barely parted lips. It only takes one second to storm out of your bed and another one to be able to stand still on your feet.

"Uhgh Hange, I hate that they have to do this right now. I was about to go shower." You mumble under your breath, solely with the intention of whining your way out of this situation. There's no such thing as convincing Hange out of pretty much anything anyway though, you scold yourself for believing it's worth the time.

The walk down the corridor is dull and silent and the only noise that can be heard comes from inside the dining hall that you pass without missing a heart beat. It's been a while since you started skipping dinner because your appetite was going down hill. In addition, it's not that Hange even brought up dinner at the sight of the dining hall.

Upon arriving at Erwin's door Hange lifts her hand and steadily knocks twice. You're not even standing on the spot for a second before the familiar word of approval is spoken from inside. Hange practically drags you inside, instantly adding tones of despair into your misery for the night.

Despite your best wishes, everyone in the room has fixed their eyes on you after the squeal you let out due to Hange's rushing movements. "Welcome (y/n)" Erwin speaks and you nod in response before saluting boringly. He urges you to take a stand between Levi and Mike and you comply without even trying to give it a second thought. Even though it's frantically silent in the room in a way you think that a single sound carrying breath could break it while Erwin speaks, you witness as Mike decides to tresspass that.

"You're squad Mike girl!" He whispers to you in a prideful way. His smirk betrays the happiness that has swelled on him by receiving this rank.

"Any questions?" Erwin asks before he forces his voice to come to an halt. Seeing that no one requests to know a thing from him he proceeds to call new squad leaders, one by one to pick members for their teams. Surprisingly enough, Levi gets called after Mike, speculating a peculiar reaction by the remaining veterans, even you, someone who has no place in voicing any object to Erwin's commands.

"Levi's not to doubt, I believe you all know that, and he will be running the new special operations team."

It occurred to you that no one was actually doubting Levi's abilities; most of them had probably been jealous to having to work that hard to receive a rank when he was only in the regiment for a year. However had they known Levi even in the tiniest bit though they'd never have an ounce of jealousy for him. Not that you knew much to beging with. What you had managed to gather from him about his past were a few broken sentences a night he accepted to come and hang out with your squad mates that he only spoke to you as he accompanied you to your barrack upon being forced by Mike.

You sit there, between the two men quietly for the rest of the long meeting and once you're dismissed you practically sprint to the showers. You know the water ought to be freezing cold by now but you preferre to endure this rather than having to wash alongside your female comrades. Growing up, your little given time in the shower was your only rightful privacy and you intend to keep it that way.

The water stops with a twist of your hand at the handle. You search for your towel in the dark and as you set your hands on it you rapidly begin to pat your body dry. Throwing your long nightgown on, you begin stomping out. Momentarily you seem to be in a haze of meaningless thoughts that pass your mind so fast, you can't even get a grip of them, many things seem to occupy your mind lately. New formations, improved harness gear, the news of your mother's death. You can't seem to put your thoughts in order, not for tonight at least. It's only when a deep, monotone voice rings in your ears that you jump and leave a little squeak come out of the depths of your throat.

"Oii"

"Shit! Don't sneak up on me like that" you wonder if you have to address him but in the end you do; in the end of the day you are one of formalities and everyone who knows you can confirm that. "sir.."

Levi simply clicks his tongue in response. You're the first person to address him as a commanding officer as of now, probably because every one else would need a moment to take it in, including himself.

"Thanks for making Isabel feel welcome back then." Levi's voice is barely louder than a whisper yet it never cracks, not even a little but that isn't what's taking you aback. The statement, in fact, sends you literally a few steps back and shoots your hand to your forehead in an act of despair. The cruel scene still plays in your head from time to time and you wonder how many times it must do so in his. You find your heart stopping for a moment before you feel a teeny flicker that sends your pulse running through your veins.

It's natural for someone not to be able to comprehend trauma in ways they are expected or rather forced to. Levi in particular is introverted and moody, if not most, then all of the time but this statement shines a different light on your understanding of his character. He's as emotionally drained and traumatized as someone can be. In fact, everyone is but this doesn't mean ones personal pain is lessened, in your opinion it makes it even worse.

"Not everyone is taught mannerisms I guess. The girls who made her feel unwanted can eat shit anyways."

It's obvious that Levi doesn't want to utter another word of the matter and you're not the one to push him out of his comfort zone. An uptight upbringing and the misfortunus chance of interacting with superficial assholes for equal parts of your life have taught you how to have temperament. To be patient even when you physically can't take it anymore.

"Tch.. Go to your barracks you're dismissed." It's time to bid eachother goodnight and of course Levi's eager to be the one to remind you of it. Tomorrow's a big day with everything you have to take care of after today's events. No cadet should be unable or not in position to assist by command.

"Sweating the chair already I see."

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The next day starts with Nanaba waking you up. You take some time to adjust your eyes to the semi lit room. It strikes you how some people have always talked about how they missed feeling the magic of watching an eventual sunrise and even if you can see where they're coming from you're reminded every day of how much you despise every single aspect of it. Starting off with the runny nose it always bears for you as a hatred gift.

"I know it's kind of first thing in the morning but we have to help squad leader clean the office he was given.

Then again maybe you're just envying anyone who got to be woken up by sun's glowly warmth once it was already up in the sky.

"Hey, psst, don't zone out, get dressed."

Erratically, you skip breakfast. You fail to be in the mood for food lately most likely due to exhaustion or general disgust of whatever soup dish you are to be served. Your stomach has stopped trying to object to you since a young age. The only thing that ever makes it groan nowadays is guilt. With that devil of mother dead though it's not like you have anything to feel guilty for anyways.

"So here's your mop." Mike forces the object into your hands before you even get a chance to greet him. "Okay I repeat. Nanaba scrubs, (y/n) mops, Henning waxes. Lynne and Tomas you dust everything off. Understood?" All of you salute him with a 'yessir' before you watch him exit the room.

You spend most of your morning scolding Nanaba to go faster before you ultimately decide to switch places with her. You want to be over with cleaning, although you have no idea as to why but you do find yourself imagining that Levi sees you cleaning and thinks you're amazing at it and asks you to help him far too many times to count. You end up scolding yourself for that too. Nevertheless, it takes almost half an hour to finish with scrubbing, something you guess would have taken Nanaba eternity and a day.

Any sweat that's falling down your forehead you rub it off with the back of hand before you excuse yourself to a break. Seeing that no one will follow you stroll swiftly down the wooden hallway, with the restrooms in mind. You walk past Mike on the way, whom you greet cheerfully while fast informing him about your break. You're positive he practically smell your bladder is about to burst.

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Tonight Hange draggs your unwilling piece of meat to dinner. She takes you to her usual table and sits you down amongst higher ranks. Some part of your brain fights you about not taking a stand against it. Your mother has always pressed for you to not enjoy what other in higher hierarchies have. But that's just a wooden fucking table with a stall. The voice in your head can shut it.

"Eat." Hange looks at you with a toothy grin, head tilted in your direction as she a eats a spoonful of her vegetable soup. You still feel an excessive amount of absurd guilt about raising objections so you smile back and stuff a portion of the food in your mouth with the intention of gulping it down as fast as possible. And of course Levi doesn't fail to notice the look of disgust in your face from across the table.

"Eat" Mike orders from Levi's left, gesturing to your plate with his spoon, an awkwardly soft smile plastered on his face. It beats you as to why they've decided to be persistent tonight out of all nights.

"Tch, show some respect to the people who work on your daily food. Drop that disgusted face or take cooking duty for the week."

With a pout in your lips you avert Levi's gaze in anger and overall shame. You lift the bowl containing the soup and you gulp it down as you try to ignore the knot at the back of your throat that threatenes to push back everything if you continue forcing your body to endure this.

Mike seems to be physically scolded to look at you because you see him jump in shock due to the unexpected action towards him for a fragment of a second. He takes no real interest in scolding you however, something that puts pressure on Levi for the matter.

"You just earned yourself cooking duty for the week, keep this up and Mike won't be as lenient as me." He talks sternly as he bores his eyes into yours. The unreadable lack of expression in his face remains intact, as always, but once again you choose to look away.

"Can I be dismissed?" You simply utter while your orbs take turns to look between Hange and Mike.

"Shoo shoo, I'm not pushing you girl" Mike pays little attention to you as he chunks on his bread with his eyes shut. If looks could kill you swear he would have been slashed to death by both Hange and Levi. To your luck of course, they can't, so you sit up from the stall in the most discreet way possible. Hange observes in silence as Levi's eyes follow your form across the room until you take a turn to get lost in the barracks. He then averts his gaze to the bowl of soup in front him for the remaining of his time in the dining hall.

It's one of those nights that you decide not to throw your whole body, face first, onto your bed; you've abused it very much in this way, the last thing you need to is for it to break apart and take down the twin bed on top of it. You sigh deeply before you bring your hands to cover your face in hopes that it will soothe your tingling skin.

Why was that silly little scenario of Levi watching you clean still stuck in your head all day long and why did it keep repeating over and over. To be clear with yourself, you didn't really know.

Your other roommates start flooding the room in a matter of seconds. It's always like that; the come back from dining and they chit chat for a few minutes before some of them go to sleep while others decide on showering before taking their given amount of rest for the night.

"(Y/n) lift your fucking head up you look like a corpse." Nifa, the girl who sleeps on the bed on top yours speaks.

"Not in the mood Nif. I'm sorry."

"You could try and talk to us!" Petra says on response, cutting Nifa off.

"I just don't want to cook for everyone. That's all." You spit a lie that's debatably believable. The girls that starts probing the walls of your stomach almost feels like liquid fire.

Did they really want to know the truth, or would they be disgusted by whatever came out of your mouth. Almost every one in the survey corps had a rough backstory and a purpose, and though you didn't lack of tragic and despair your purpose was pathetic and delusional.

"Look, I hate to see you like that and well you've been that moody way that before that punishment tonight. So spill."

"I don't want to be a burden!"

"Cut the crap." Lynne rhetored as she sat at the end of your bed, pinching your calf.

Well, you're probably annoying them by not letting any one of them in. "My mother died."

A few apologies and condolences are heard in response by the girls around you as they stare at you with oggly pitiful eyes.

"She was horrible and old no need to be sorry, I'm just conflicted on whether I loved her or not. I'm just unfazed but my mind guilt trips me on it." Your words are soft and your gaze fixed on the wooden floor underneath your legs. "I don't want to go into much abusive details, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise!" Petra exclaims from her kneeling position next to you. "It's fine if you don't tell us anything. We shouldn't have pushed you." The girls all nod in response and the mood seems to darken the rooms aura with each silently passing second.

"I thought it was like boy problems" Lynne says as she wraps her right arm around your shoulder and squeezes you on her. Her palms quickly travel straight to your cheeks to poke and squish them in the most humorus way. "Tomas likes me and I avoid him, give me a breeak!"

You can't help but give a muffled giggle out to her. It's almost as if you approve of her little impression of you, and you do, mostly because laughing helps you take a weight off your chest. All girls around you are giggling in their turns with closed eyes, happily narrowed brows and scrunched up noses.

You shouldn't even let yourself be that moody anywayy.

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To say that Levi is merely perplexing would be an understatement. Because here's the deal; no one could maintain such a straight face while pinning someone down. You're basically a lost cause as you maniacally move your head on the grass to avoid his gaze. Mentally you try to recall what brought you in this position in the first place. Was it because you challenged him to engage in combat or because he was a complete show off, it's beyond you at this point.

"I have your knife."

"What?" Levi looks at you with the tinniest bit of a puzzled impression plastered all over his face. Yet he doesn't get up from you. In the end he can't even know that you feel your skin burning with rage.

"I have your knife, sir. I won" you remark in a tiny little voice from the back of your throat.

"Tch, just because you have the knife doesn't mean your opponent won't attack you or even use that against you." Levi's voice is also calm and steady and even matching your tone in volume. You watch with anticipation as he opens his mouth to speak and when words begin to form he's interrupted.

"Ah sir, I want to spare with you as well!" Petra smiles as she fixes some lose strands of hair behind her ears.

Deciding to spend anymore time on this position on top of you, Levi pushes your wrists on the ground once again before completely getting off of you. You realise he's taken the dummy knife him, something he probably did in the blink of an eye. Of course he'd make his point whatever it took.

Training has stripped your stomach of the fullness that breakfast has secured you with and now you can hear the organ growl angrily inside your body. Having spent a week as the survey corps cook as a punishment has also worked wonders for your little appetite, because it physically drained you to the bone. You don't even know where to start about that unexpected shenanigan.

Unbeknownst to you, Nanaba and Lynne roll their eyes at your blanked expression. "Wall Maria to (y/n)? Hello? Is anyone in there?" An inpatient Lynne knocks a little too loud at the side of your head. Nifa laughs at the sight as well.

"Ohhh, I am." You whine. "Also ouch! I'm just not in my right head!"

"You uhm... mean piece of mind?" A few pieces of bread fall out of Nanaba's hand as she stuffs her mouth. It only takes a while to come up with a line to say to excuse your absurdness.

It's not that you want to feel that way about Levi or that you choose to either. It's probably an outcome of fatigue and a tiny infatuation that rule your mind like an empire that's about to fall. Levi's handsome, there's no denying in that, you've thought so ever since you set your eyes on him but he was ten years older than you and pretty much uninterested to almost everything. Maybe it's that you hoped he could look at you with the same enthusiasm that made you feel like you had a crush.

In reality you believe that these are pretty much lame reasons and Nanaba especially will laugh at you. 'Do you even have a reason to have a crush on someone?' Ugh, you can literally listen to her.

"Hmm, sorry I can't seem to communicate today. Might as well share." You decide it's not polite to keep things to yourself when others are trying to care for you. "Well it's that-"

"Do you guys find the Captain handsome?"

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[troubatrain]

sober - m.barzal (pt. four)

a/n: hello this is the last repost until the new part!!

Three - Five

Mat Barzal was completely and utterly fucked. There was no way around it, you had him in the palm of your hand and you didn’t even care. Sure, the first time was an accident, and Mat definitely didn’t regret it but he wasn’t sure if he had your number he would have called you again. But, when he saw you running through the halls at Madison Square Garden - Mat was focused on you and you only. The marks he left on her that were uncovering themselves while you power walked past him. In a pencil skirt that was living rent free in his dirtiest dreams. Even then, the second time he tried to get you, it was because he had just lost a rivalry game for the team you work for and your friends were barely twenty feet away. He wanted to be the best, and there wasn’t much that could stop him when he set his mind to it.

After that, things felt different. Mat liked a chase, he was competitive as hell and if you were a prize he was going to win it. He’d never let you know that, especially because if you knew he referred to you as a prize - Mat would be a dead man. You were the poison Mat was dying to drink, and you were intoxicating. You were all the things Mat loved to hate, wrapped up in a bow addressed just for him.

“Let me take you out,” Mat mutters, his lips pressing kisses into your back, still inside you while you both let yourselves relax for just a moment, basking in the glow of a sunny Sunday afternoon. You’d both landed late the night before, Mat from Arizona and you from Toronto, making a Sunday afternoon in bed tearing eachother apart a necessity.

“I will pay you to never ask me that again,” You sigh, internally gathering the strength to push Mat off you so you could leave. A nap and a second round sounded like a dream, but staying too long would mean something - and that wasn’t allowed.

“What if there’s some stakes?” Mat tries again, pinning your arms above your head, much like he’d done when he was balls deep in you ten minutes ago. You hummed in response, waiting for whatever dumb idea Mat had up his sleeve, “We can play a game.”

“I’m listening,” You muse, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of Mat’s lips ghosting over your skin while he spoke.

“We go out, whoever gets the most numbers at the end of the night wins,” Mat suggests, “I’ll go down on you if you win and you’ll give me head if I win.”

“What if I meet someone I want to go home with more than you?” You ask, turning around and giving Mat a smirk.

“You won’t,” Mat smiles confidently, as if he was so positive he really was the best.

“What if you meet someone you want to take home more than me?” You counter, turning around in his arms, “What if you meet someone I want to take home more than you?”

“That big brain of yours works way too hard,” Mat chuckles, his laugh bouncing off the walls of his bedroom.

“Someone’s gotta think around here Mat.”

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You were going to win, you were sure of it. It didn’t matter if Mat had years of playing an extremely competitive sport under his designer belt, he’d never met you. You were competitive by nature, maybe it had something to do with your family. Maybe it was because you’re one of three women in your department with the Rangers, and there were only a handful of others. Maybe it was because Mat was smug and you wanted him to just shut his mouth for once. Either way, you were in the zone. Your heels were high, and your head was held higher while you strutted down the street to a bar that was only a few blocks away from your apartment.

“I would have had my Uber swing by you,” Mat suggests, giving a once over while you walked over to him, “I don’t know if we would have made it here though.”

“Like I’ve said before, you’re not going near my building-” You start to remind him, a condensing tone to your voice that was hushed by his hand waving you off.

“I know, I know. Damn,” Mat cuts you off, his voice lowering while he grabbed your hand, “You’re really trying to win, am I that good in bed?”

“You’re one to talk,” You scoff, internally trying to stop the heat you could feel rushing to your cheeks when the words slipped from your mouth. Mat looked good, a pair of jeans that were showing off his incredibly toned thighs, reminding you of the filthy dream you had about riding them. A button down that was missing a few buttons on purpose, a shiny silver chain hanging down that you’d yet to see.

“Was that a compliment? Do you think I’m hot?” Mat laughs, a wide smile on his face that he finally caught you.

“Objectively, yes, I think you’re hot,” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms as if it were your armor from letting any other nice things about Mat that you did enjoy to slip out.

“Wow,” Mat says, pulling you into his chest, “You’re pretty cute when you’re nice.”

“And what about when I’m not nice?” You ask, your cheek pressed against Mat’s chest. 

“You’re hot as fuck,” Mat whispers, “You going to lose tonight.”

“You’re on Barz,” You say, wagging your finger at him while you disappeared into the crowd to find your first victim.

By the time a few hours had passed by, you had almost fifteen new numbers in your phone, five drinks you didn’t pay for, and a confidence that you were winning this stupid game. You look around the bar, the man in front of you droning on about whatever basketball game was on TV, and you spotted Mat. Mat who had a girl practically hanging off him, but his attention had been directed at you.

“Hey, I’ve got to run,” You excuse yourself, ignoring anything the guy in front of you was saying and walking back over to Mat.

“Oh hey look it’s my girlfriend,” Mat announces, like he’d been surprised to see you. The girl next to him was giving you daggers, as if you were the one who stopped her from her chance with Mat, who’s eyes were begging you to just go along with it, “Babe, we should head out?”

“Yeah we should,” You agree, letting Mat grab your hand and lead you outside.

The moment the cool winter air of Manhattan hit you both, you turned to each other and smiled. Mat’s laugh came first, the laugh that echoed even outside because it was so loud, followed by yours while you both doubled over in laughter. Mat finally stops, catching his breath and staring at you intently for a moment, like he was thinking for the first time in his life, “I think you won.”

“How do you know?” You ask, wondering how long his eyes had been on you.

“Because I got two numbers and then I couldn’t stop watching you,” Mat admits, “It was impressive.”

“I know,” You say simply, it was your turn to be the smug one, “You going to hold up your end of the deal or what?”

The ride back to Mat’s apartment was quiet, at least on your end. Mat spent the entire ride talking about the Isles to your Uber driver, who was over the moon to have Mat Barzal himself in their car. You drowned out the noise, scrolling through your phone until a text came through from Chris.

Are you going to meet us out or are you still with your secret boyfriend?

It was supposed to be playful, not the guilt tripping text it was. Mat wasn’t your boyfriend, not by any means, but he was a secret you were hiding with a lock and key. Chris was probably the only one smart enough to realize something was off, especially when you’d come into work with some awful story about a date to remind Chris just how bad dating was. You sigh, leaving it on read and just ignoring the icky feeling that was in your stomach.

“Something’s wrong,” The words fell out of Mat’s mouth the second you stepped into the elevator to his apartment.

“Nothing’s wrong,” You deny it, but it was clear that text had soured your mood. You’d usually revel in the fact that you beat Mat, and there would be no way you wouldn’t have been a little bit of a sore winner. 

Mat sighs, leaning his head against the elevator. His hands were in his pockets while he bit his lip, thinking for a minute, “Okay.”

“Okay?” You ask, because there was no way that Mat, who in the small time that you’d known him, hasn’t just accepted anything you said.

“Okay,” Mat shrugs, opening the door to his place and letting you in, “Listen, you don’t owe me anything, and that’s cool. Besides you’d die before you told me what’s bothering you, so how about you come into my room. I’ll make you cum, and whatever’s bothering you won’t matter until tomorrow.”

Mat was right. Ew, don’t ever think that again. But he was right in the sense that he didn’t mean anything. Mat was a distraction, and you could put anyones head on that beautiful body of his and it would still mean the same thing - nothing.

“I did win tonight,” You say, dragging out your words.

“Anything you want in particular winner?” Mat says, dropping onto his bed and pulling his shirt from behind his head.

You bite your lip, a small fantasy that always lived in your head was pushing its way through your brain. Mat smirks, as if he could read your mind, “There’s one thing, it’s dumb, you know what nevermind let’s just fuck so I can go home and-”

Mat’s eyebrows furrow, “I don’t want to be your fuck buddy Y/N, I want to be your fuck soulmate.”

“Barz, I’m really going to stop coming over if you keep saying weird shit like that,” You threaten, given it wasn’t the first time since your little fling started that you’d said that. Mat told you the weirdest things, and you never knew if it was on purpose and meant anything or if Mat was just a little dumb.

“I mean it, I want to know all the kinky shit Y/N,” Mat says gently, knowing he probably crossed some weird unspoken rule by mentioning the word soulmate to someone he was just fucking on the low.

“I want to sit on, uh, you know,” You say, any bedroom confidence you’d gained over the years went right out the windows in Mat’s apartment. 

“You want to sit on my face don’t you?” Mat smirks, crossing his toned arms across his chest.

“Yes, I told you it’s dumb-” You rush out, a blush creeping up your cheeks while you tried to find some invisible shell in crawl into and never have to look Mat in the eyes again.

“Get over here,” Mat chuckles, “I told you, fuck soulmates Y/N.”

And so you did, Mat had somehow managed to take a term that should have disgusted you to your core and made it mean something that was weirdly intimate. Mat was your secret, and that secret was finding new ways to break down the walls you spent so much building around you. You slipped out of Mat’s bed like you did every night, turning around to give him one more look before you headed back to your place. A part of

you screamed to just stay, tuck your head into that broad chest and play with the chain hanging from his neck. The other part, your logical side, was telling you to run away and never come back - but something told you that you weren’t going to do that either. You woke up the next morning with a guilty feeling in your stomach and a text from Mat staring back at you.

You looked so good on top of me babe, couldn’t keep my eyes off you.

You were screwed.

[hauntlikeaghost0]

drowning | d.m

summary: you are draco’s lifline.

warnings: little bit angsty but in a fluffy way

a/n: wrote this on my phone so ignore weird spacing but i think i really like it?? idk hehe

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draco’s life was falling apart. slipping and tumbling, crashing down around him faster and faster as time went by; and there was nothing he could do but watch. watch as the rubble buried all his friendships, all his confidence and innocence, all his happiness. and all he could do was prey and beg and just hope that people will forgive him when it was all over. hope and beg and prey that despite seeing his face on the opposite side, despite seeing him next to the people that tore down their home, they won’t see him as the enemy. they won’t see him as evil. but just the battered and broken boy that didn’t have a choice. the battered and broken boy that couldn’t lose anymore.

as he looks out over hogwarts from his place in the astronomy tower, he mulls this over. no, not mulls, he grapples, he obsesses. mind racing repeatedly over how hopelessly fucked his life is about to become. he wonders desperately how he could have possibly let it get this far, he wonders what would have happened if he’d had just said no. surely his parents would be dead now, possibly himself, maybe even you.

now, himself and his father, he could deal with, he could accept. karma’s a bitch and boy did the malfoy men know how to anger her. but his mother, she was the only person to ever make him believe in love, in care, in hope. she would do anything for him, despite him knowing he could live a hundred lives and never deserve that. and you, oh god you. the only person to ever make draco feel as though he was lovable, not worthy of love, as he is convinced he never will be, but somehow, by some sort of miracle, you loved him. you were stubborn as hell and drove him insane but, praise merlin, did you care for that boy so fiercely and so passionately that he almost believed you when you told him he was a gift. he had some bumps and bruises, some scars that would take time to heal but he was precious and beautiful. irreplaceable.

the school grounds were bathed in darkness, stars littering the deep navy sky, reflecting off the black lake as though it were a mirror and dancing around before draco’s eyes. despite the late hours, a few lights still remained, glowing warmly from scattered windows around the castle, inviting the boy to dive into their saftey. an invitation he ignored. although his entire life was constantly casted in shadows, draco still finds a strange comfort in the darkness. the idea of going unseen but still being able to see it all, and, he supposes, it’s just all he’s ever known. he finds darkness at home, darkness at school, darkness in his mind, even some darkness in you, as no one can truly avoid it.

he drags his cold hands over his face, pressing them into his eyelids and watching as patterns appear and swirl beneath the pressure. the only thing that calls his attention away is the familiar sound of your pattering footsteps, climbing the old creaking stairs behind him.

“draco?” you call out as you reach the final step, catching a glimpse of the instantly recognisable platinum hair, only made harder to ignore in the silvery moonlight.

“over here.” he replies, not moving from his position of gripping the metal railing. you instantly recognise the tension in his shoulders and the stiffness of his neck. his mind is elsewhere, lost in what if’s and worst case scenarios.

you take a deep breath, heart already breaking for the boy infront of you, begging yourself to keep it together for him. to be the solid shoulder for him to lean on while everything feels so unstable. “i see you” you breathe out and make your way closer.

you arrive at his side but his eyes stay fixated right ahead, so many emotions swirling in his icy blues that you wonder whether there’s anyone there at all. his hands still grasp the bar infront of him so tightly his knuckles are white and all you can think to do in that moment is lay your, slightly smaller, hopefully warmer, hand atop his.

“you are the best thing that ever happened to me.” you speak out, mirroring his position and fixing your eyes upon the silhouettes of two birds dancing and twirling across the ever darkening skyline. “you know that right?”

you feel him turn his attention towards you, vision locking intently on the side of your face as though trying to discern something so impossibly complicated.

meeting his eyes, you raise your brows. not in a teasing way, but almost so as to open up more of your face to him, to put on display all of your emotions for him to read, desperate for him to find complete sincerity. he only shakes his head.

“i don’t deserve you.” is all he says, eyes glassy but the ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.

rolling your eyes, you reply: “do you think i give a fuck about what people deserve?” there’s a playful tint in your voice, only barely disguising the complete seriousness. draco lets out a short laugh at this, turning to lean his elbow against the railing, finally allowing some lightness to return to his features.

“draco fucking malfoy,” you jab a finger into his chest, “if i could, i would hand you the world with three tiny finger holes in the top and let you use it a fucking bowling ball, me being each one of the ten pins. i would let you repeatedly crush me with the world, which you hold in your hands, because i feel that’s what you deserve.”

“now, i feel that’s a bit rash.” he says, gaze softening even further and a more solid grin making its way upon his face. there’s humor in his voice and it adds a warmth to the night.

“it’s not up for debate.” you snap back, keeping up your serious facade for another two beats until draco rolls his eyes, chuckling to himself quietly.

the sound of his laughter and the beautifully curved grin on his lips brings a sort of joy to you that you can’t quite understand. a sense of pride, not at the fact you managed to make him smile, but at the fact he still can, after all he’s been through. when that beautiful, damaged boys face lights up in the way it just had, everything feels right in the world, nothing can go wrong, nothing can harm you, because draco is happy, draco is happy. it may only be for a moment, a brief second in a lifetime, but it gives you hope, it makes you warm. and you did mean it when you said that boy deserves the world, he truly, truly does.

a silence settles between the two of you and your attention shifts back to those same two birds, now sat comfortably atop one of hogwarts many spires, pressed up against eachother, keeping eachother warm.

“can i have a hug?” a timid voice speaks up from beside you. it’s such a weak and frail sound from someone who appears so casually strong that your heart clenches in your chest, turning your attention towards the delicate boy to your left. you smile up at him as warmly as you possibly can and slowly place a hand on his pale cheek, dusting your thumb lightly over the soft skin and relishing in how it heats slightly beneath you touch.

you only nod in response, dropping both your hands over his shoulders and drawing him into you, so closely and so tightly, he wonders if you’ll ever let him go. he decided he definitely hopes not. instantly, draco is wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you just as securely and somehow managing to bring your body impossibly closer to his, hips and chests flush together. you feel the butterflies fly wildly in your stomach, a sensation not uncommon when being around draco, as he nuzzles his head into your neck, inhaling deeply and making goosebumps shoot up across your body at the feeling of his soft breath against your skin.

“you deserve the world, draco malfoy.” you breathe out softly, sincerity laced thickly in your words, begging for the damaged boy to hear it and willing for him to finally believe it.

draco only grips you tighter, no words escaping his lips but an almost silent sniffle coming from his place snuggled into your shoulder. again you feel your heart in your throat and, in order to fight back your own set of tears that are balancing so dangerously close to falling, you begin to move from side to side, swaying oh so gently like branches in the wind. you cling onto draco and he to you, realising what you’re doing and moving just the same. you place a hand softly on the back of his head, sliding your fingers into his hair and drawing a hum out from the back of his throat that makes your knees buckle slightly.

you continue to sway for a few more moments, draco grasping you like the lifeline he saw you as and you holding him tenderly, savouring the feeling of his closeness as though it were the last drop of oxygen you’d ever receive. he begins to sway you in a circle, turning the pair of you around until your back was against the cold metal railing. you flinch slightly at the feel of the icy iron through your thin bed shirt, followed by the loss of draco’s weight against your neck, however the coldness is soon replaced by a flooding warmth when your eyes lock on his. the amount of emotion seeping from them brings a lump to your throat. there’s still the ghost of the hopelessness that always resides in his steely blues but right now, as he stares and you so intensely, all that can be seen is love. suffocating and overwhelming, soft and beautiful, completely overflowing, powerful love.

it takes everything in you not to scream, yell from the astronomy tower that you could never be more happy because he fucking loves you and you fucking love him and everything’s shit but you’re both in love. so intensely and passionately, in love.

and then he opens his mouth and the words spill like silk from his lips, curving around your heart and tying a beautiful bow atop it. a name tag hanging from the ribbon reads his name and you are sure it will never say any other for as long as the pair of you live, and even then after:

“i don’t want the world, dear, i only want you.”

then the tears spill and his lips meet yours. there’s fire and passion behind the kiss that has him pinning you to the balcony, hands tights against your waist. fire and passion that has you curving into him, hands lost in his hair. but the tears dancing between both your hot lips brings a sorrow to the kiss that makes your heart clench, a neediness that comes only from a broken boy, clinging to you with lust and simultaneously hopeless desperation. draco nips on your bottom lip lightly causing you to gasp softly which he takes as permission to begin the dance between your tongue and his own. each time you go in for more he treats it as receiving another breath of life, the love you’re presenting him with, filling his lungs and quenching his thirst better than anything else ever could.

finally, you pull back, gasping for air and running your tongue over your lips, weirdly addicted to the taste of draco mingled with both of your bitter, salty tears. he does the same, signature smirk adorning his features before he gently leans his forehead against yours, dropping a kiss to your nose that makes you’re heart swell.

“i love you, (Y/N), endlessly.” he breathes out, hand coming up to run his index finger delicately along your bottom lip.

“i love you too draco, endlessly.”

and in that moment, draco smiles. really, truly earnestly, smiles.

his world may be crumbling around him, he may be drowning in the darkness that spills from every person and every crevice of his mind; but, right now, on this balcony, with you in his arms and him in yours, it’s not the moon or the stars that’s keeping the astronomy tower alight. it’s you. it’s you and the love that you allow him to feel, the love that, when he’s with you, seeps from his very bones, pouring out of him and drowning the both of you.

and what a beautiful way to die.

𝐹𝑖𝑛

[anna-justice]

What if? - Upstead

Summary: Another take on 7x10 where Hailey and Jay get to have their moment.

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood and gore?

Requested: No

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There were a million thoughts running through Hailey’s head when Jay picked up the ringing phone: What if this was some divine intervention keeping her from professing her feelings? What if she never got the courage to tell him again? What if she screws up this relationship too? And by far the most terrifying, what if he doesn’t feel the same way?

Hailey tried to rationalize with herself, there was no way that feelings so strong couldn’t be returned. There was a reason she had fallen in love with him, his loyalty, her ability to follow him blindly, the overwhelming trust in their partnership. He had to be feeling all those things too. 

The slight smile on Hailey’s face was ingrained in Jay’s head as he gripped the undercover phone. His heart beat faster as she spoke, convincing him that he couldn’t answer Bobby, Angela’s son. “You just caught a bullet for this,” she said, the smile returning, “you gotta let this one go.” Jay held her gaze for a moment, the look in her eye unrecognizable. “Just let it go.”

Jay nodded, “Alright,” and threw the phone on the bed. He kept his green orbs locked on her blue ones. “What were you gonna say?”

Hailey stared at him, the momentum of her confession lost. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him, he had been through so much, was it really fair to drop this on him too? “Nevermind, I’m gonna pull the car around. Meet me out front.” She took a breath and walked out of the room, leaving a breathless Jay behind her.

Jay stared at the empty doorway, cursing himself for not saying anything. How could he though? He was ready for her to say those three words, the ones he had been waiting for for so long. There was no guarantee that Hailey realized during his surgery that she loved him too, that was just what he wanted her to say. And oh how much he wanted her to say it. 

He followed her directions, grabbing his things and heading towards the front of the hospital where he found her waiting in her car. She hopped out of the car before he even reached it, pulling the passenger side door open for him. Jay shook his head, “I’m pretty sure this is backwards.” Hailey rolled her eyes and helped him get settled in the seat, going as far as buckling him in. Jay laughs in protest, “I could’ve done that!” 

Hailey grins at him, their faces barely inches apart. She lingers there, “I know, but I’m here to make sure you don’t have to.” The heat rushes to her face when she follows Jay’s gaze to her lips. She jumps back, only then realizing how close together they were.  

When Hailey slams the door shut Jay takes a deep breath, squirming a bit as to recover from the moment before. He wanted to kiss her. Hell, he was going to kiss her, but she backed away and literally slammed a door in his face. Jay scoffed, the situation almost comedic to him. 

Hailey took a little longer than she needed to make her way to her side of the car. She needed a moment to let the pink tint on her cheeks fade. When she finally got inside, she quickly buckled herself in and started the car. Her grip on the steering wheel turning her knuckles white. Jay noticed how tense she was from the passenger seat. He stayed silent during the short drive to his apartment, letting her help him out of the car and into the building without any teasing. It wasn’t until several minutes later that he began to question her. 

Hailey was staring down a cup of coffee she had no intention of drinking. She hadn’t had much of an appetite at all since Jay was shot. She had poured him a cup as well, the two of them sitting in slightly uncomfortable silence on his couch. She was tired, she couldn’t deny that. She wasn’t sleeping, every time she closed her eyes she pictured him bleeding in the basement of that building. She could feel her heart break every time she relived him being rolled away to an ambulance. “Hailey.” She didn’t hear him, her eyes filled with tears as she thought about just a few days before when she stood in the ED at MED, listening to Will explain all the ways he almost died. “Hailes.” Her head jerked in his direction, pulling her out of her daytime nightmare. She couldn’t see him clearly due to her current state, her vision blurring. “Hailey.” He said, this time much softer. 

Hailey wiped the tears from her eyes and shrugged, trying to push a smile to the surface. “I’m sorry,” she says, sniffling. Jay frowns and shifts closer to her, using his not sling bound hand to wipe a tear from her cheek. She grabs his hand and pushes it away. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.” 

Jay sighs, moving his hand to rest on her thigh. “How about we take care of eachother?” Hailey nods and lets the tears fall, Jay holds her close to the best of his ability.

Hailey didn’t loose her composure often, she was tough and prided herself on it. But there was something about Jay that broke down her walls. He had witnessed her in this state more than anyone else in her entire life. That terrified her, but at the same time it made her love him even more. Around him she was unapologetically herself, no walls (much to her dismay), no lies, just her. 

Normally Jay would have hated to be in this position. He was the hero type, ex-military, a cop, always saving people. He simply couldn’t help it, it was how he got himself shot just a few days ago. For some reason though, he couldn’t handle crying girls. It could be a man thing, he’d heard tons of other guys say it and he always agreed. With Hailey it was different, he was perfectly content just holding her, letting her tears soak his shirt. 

Hailey looked up at him with glassy eyes, hiccuping. His heart clenched at the sight. “There was a split second when we found you that I thought you were dead.” She said breathing out. “An-And it felt like the world was crashing down around me.” Jay pulled her into him again. He hadn’t thought much about how all this was affecting her, he knew it was hard and she was scared, but he didn’t realize that to her it wasn’t just another shooting. He had no idea that if she could’ve she would have taken that bullet for him a hundred times over. “I just see you lying there over and over and over again,” she confessed. “I have never felt so useless, you were dying and I couldn’t save you.”

Jay cupped her cheek, “Look at me.” He held her jaw softly, but firm, guiding her eyes to his own. “I’m here, I’m okay.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek, “I’m alive.” 

Hailey nods, trying to regain her composure even though it was long gone. “Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.” He says, grabbing her hands in his. 

“Can you stop getting shot?” Jay chuckles, “Seriously, two times in a year is enough.” Hailey jokes.

Jay smirks, “What can I say? It’s all in a days work.”

“You’re a piece of work you know?” Hailey scoff and Jay gives her a hundred watt smile.

“Yeah, but you love me anyway.” Jay freezes, realizing what he just said. “I just mean-”

“I do.” Hailey cuts him off, “I love you.” Jay’s breath catches in his throat, he searches her for any sign that she could be lying or that this moment is a dream. “I love you Jay, that’s what I was going to say at the hospital. I underst-” He cuts her off by slamming his lips into hers. Hailey is taken aback, but quickly recovers, kissing him back with everything in her. 

Jay pulls away, “I am so in love with you.” He says, holding her face in his hand. Hailey leans in first this time, capturing his lips, this time with more passion, if that was even possible. Hailey climbs on his lap, careful no to put pressure on his injured arm as Jay deepens the kiss. After what feels like forever, they come up for air. Hailey pressesher forehead to his, a smile shining bright on her face. “I should’ve told you sooner,” He says pecking her lips, “I’ve been missing out on so much.”

Hailey smirks, “Oh really?’ She kisses him again, bringing her hands to his sharp jaw. 

“Really.” Hailey moved off his lap an curls into his side.

She smiles up at him, “Dammit, I can’t go home.” Jay gives her a questioning look. “I don’t really feel like getting the “I told you so” speech today.”

Jay laughs and pulls her closer, “Like I was going to let you leave.” He presses a kiss to her forehead and stares down at the woman in his arms. Hailey Upton was finally his.

[icicleteeth]

So I wrote a tiny ESO AU with @your-holy-mountain​ ‘s Finn and my dunmer Servyn for the laffs and because I got emotional about Finn being a good friend because Tii is a good friend of mine enjoy the trash under the cut...

(Disclaimer though, this isn’t going to be super well written at all, as it’s just an off the cuff little ficlet alsjfdj)

The early morning rabble of Mournhold’s central trading plaza sings with the hustling and bustling of a city which never sleeps nor rests--men, mer, beast, automata, and sometimes tamed daedra fill the streets in a near shoulder to shoulder crowd, all of which with important work for important people to attend to, though none of which called themselves nor anyone else by their real names, as such work wasn’t so important as to interrupt the annual weekly celebration of the Jester’s Festival--an honored holiday amongst all of Tamriel where Khajiiti named Kitty Kitty Bang Bang and Bosmer named Big Meat Indulgence address eachother as such unabashedly, as if it were completely normal and expected to do so.

Servyn wished he could join in on such festivities. He quite hated his name and would usually revel in any excuse to change it (even if temporarily)...but there wasn’t much use in changing one’s name when said one is a street Dunmer. He never had any reason to give anyone his real name, let alone a silly made up one. Most just called him Beggar. He supposed “Beggar” was a better name than “Servyn”, but it would feel odd to share the same name as every other beggar in Mournhold (of which there were many). 

He lies curled up on the ground against the blacksmith’s plaza. Many filter in and out without noticing him much, though this particular spot gave a perfect view of the city’s wayshrine, where those coming in from all over Tamriel will inevitably see him, as the blacksmith’s is right across from the shrine’s entryway. Servyn looks to his tattered cap a few feet away, and makes a heartless effort to reach for it without having to get up (this being for a lack of motivation, he tells himself. Not because he doesn’t trust his legs to give out the moment he tries to use them). He’s able to brush the tip of it, but gives up trying to check it. Probably no coins in there anyway. At least watching the large guild stores haggle with passing knights and mages and trading goods he could never hope to behold in his life brought him some amusement. The aforementioned humorous names exchanged while doing so helped a bit, too.

Something was sniffing--a breathy heavy sniffing--at him. Servyn had managed to shift between laying on his side facing the streets to instead face the wall some time ago, which he’d done so when watching a trader present a whole roasted bantam guar became too much to handle. This seemed like a good idea at the time, though it meant he couldn’t see what was currently invading his personal space; not that this was too unusual. Street animals were just as numerous as street mer, and even they weren’t desperate enough to gobble up filthy urchins with hardly any meat on their bones. Just let it happen and it’ll go away. 

“What’s that you found, Dandelion?”

At the sound of a man’s voice close behind him, Servyn twitches and sweats. Okay, so it isn’t a nix hound. That’s fine. Right? He’ll take one look at me, reel back in repulsion for a few seconds, and let me go--

Before he’s able to finish that thought, he’s suddenly off the ground, for whatever was sniffing at him decided to pick him up and carry him by his shirt. The first thing he sees is the large bear paws--bear paws!--shuffling below him on the ground. The second thing he sees is an even larger Breton man in a black tunic and huge muscles adorned with intricate tattoos standing before him.

This is it, then! This is where I die, right here and right now! Be it by the hands of a strongman or in the belly of a bear...or both! All he could muster is quick desperate breathing, for it was useless to cry for a guard. They wouldn’t care to see a beggar go, anyway.

As expected, the Breton reels back with a look of surprise--though this surprise doesn’t seem like one of disgust.

“Wow! You found a baby grampa, Dandie! Amazing!”

Grampa? He was hardly past his early twenties! Not that he was offended by the mixup--his hair is naturally white, and the unkempt nature of his facial hair could certainly fool anyone into thinking he was an old man. The uncontrollable shaking in fear surely ought to tell the man he was far from a grizzled elder. Now you’re just giving him more reason to see you as easy prey!

“Oh, but will you please let him go, Dandie? Most people don’t like being held by a bear’s maw--I know, I don’t get it either. But it is what it is!”

Just as commanded, the bear releases Servyn, who falls to the ground like dead weight. Were it not for his still raspy and frantic breathing, one could easily assume he were already dead.

“Sorry about that, little elf! Dandie likes magical things, because she’s magical too! But that means you’re magical, right?” 

Not really. He may know a good deal more magic than the average street rat, but it was only simple magic he picked up from beginner’s spell books in the public library. He likely paled in comparison to the city’s many wizards and Telvanni mages. Surely this adventurous looking man has seen a good number of better mages to gawk at.

“Finnegan Stormborne, at your service!” he bows, and squeaks “and Dandelion, at yours as well!” in his best (and frankly impressive) falsetto. The bear still seemed uncomfortably interested in Servyn, but he was powerless to run away. He didn’t want to talk to the stranger, but decided maybe if he engaged in small talk with the man, then he may be generous enough to not let his bear tear him to shreds.

“Is...that your Jester’s name, sera?”

The Breton blinks, though is silent for only a moment before bursting into hearty laughter.

“Ha! I could never be a real jester, no. They’re funny on purpose, you see.”

“I...do?” The intentions of the Breton named Finnegan were lost on him. It didn’t seem like information--which was good, because Servyn wasn’t like the other beggars in that way. It didn’t seem like he simply wanted an easy target to bully, as he hasn’t done so--yet. It couldn’t be money, because surely the last place you’d look for extra gold is--

“Say, you dropped your hat!” 

Oh. Maybe it is money after all. Servyn doubted anything was in it anyway, but on the off chance there was...well. He supposed it wasn’t the first time he’d resigned himself to another night of sleeping hungry, though he didn’t have much time to lament about this, as he feels something placed on his head, and a handful of coins presented to him.

“These were inside it, too. Best hide ‘em, you never know when the gold-eating rats decide to come out...”

The what?

With great effort, Servyn sits up to better address Finnegan (though slightly wilting at the man’s towering height).

“There are no gold-eating rats here, sera. Or anywhere...at least, I don’t think so...” He cuts his own sentence off quickly, fearing the man would snap at him for talking back.

“Oh! That’s just what I call tax collectors. But eh, what does sera mean, by the by? Do you mean to say “serenade”? Cus I’m always in the mood for a song, and I don’t do so well, being tempted with a good time!”

Now it’s Servyn’s turn to blink. Finn, on other hand, seems jovial as a drunken Nord.

“Yeah, you know what? What do you say to a night in, Dandelion? I’ll get you a good roast, sing some songs...hey! Why don’t you join us, Dunmer? Dandie seems to really like you!”

Now the Breton must really be out of his mind. Him? In a tavern? With other people, who will probably sneer at the presence of a vagrant in their establishment? Alongside a stranger, no less!? The worst part was said stranger seemed genuine in his offer--but it didn’t matter. He shouldn’t go. He can’t go.

“Erm! I’d be happy to join you, Sir Finnegan, but my legs aren’t very strong, and I don’t think I will be able to stand...nor do I think tavern patrons would stand me, if you understand what I’m saying. You’d best be off on your own, the local tavern is that way--”

In an instant, Servyn, for the second time, is lifted off the ground; this time in the rock-hard muscular arms of Finnegan (a feat not difficult for him at all, as Servyn’s meager height of under five feet tall and malnourished frame required no more effort to lift than a sack of potatoes). This time he does yelp, though it comes out more akin to a frightened squeak.

“If that’s all that’s stopping you, then I can help with that! By the way, you can call me Finn. Now, where’d you say the nearest tavern was? That way? Come on, Dandelion!”

Servyn wasn’t sure which was worse: watching Finn dance the Lava Foot Shuffle directly on the Flaming Nix Inn’s hot coal stove, or watching Dandelion gnaw at roasted salmon. Neither one helped calm the frantic anxiety for his new friend‘s wellbeing...or the ravenous appetite of his long-unfed stomach. Finn notices this, and hops off the coals for a moment.

“Hey, are you alright? If you tell me your name, I can sing a song about you!”

In truth, Servyn wasn’t really paying attention to Finn. In an attempt to look somewhere else, his eyes ended up settling on the large cauldron of duck soup cooking behind the innkeeper’s counter. He didn’t notice the bit of drool escaping his mouth, but Finn does, with a sad “Oh.”

Before Servyn knew it, a bowl is presented to him, with Finn kneeling down a bit to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry, friend. I should’ve known you must be famished, being on the streets and all. Do you like this stuff?”

Were Servyn in a different position, he’d beat himself up for such rudeness, as he didn’t wait to ask before taking the bowl from Finn’s hands without a single word and wolfing the soup down in a hunched up ball on the bench. Finn, however, is more than happy to let his friend be, and return to his dancing, only turning around to say: “I paid the chef for as many bowls as you want, so don’t be shy if you want more!”

Three bowls and an unceremonious belch later, Servyn lies sleepily against Dandelion, who situated herself behind the mer and quite enjoys acting as a large fluffy pillow while she dozes a bit herself. Finn, in his never-ending zeal, still happily dances amongst the coals whilst singing a new song about a Nordic king in a far-off kingdom. However, once noticing his ursine companion give a big toothy yawn, he stops singing.

“Ah, suppose you’re right, Dandie. It’s getting late. Hey innkeep! I’ll have two rooms for the night, put it on my tab, will you?” He makes to leap gracefully off the coals, but trips on a particularly odd-shaped stone and falls with a thud and a nonchalant “Ow.” Servyn perks up, immediately worried for Finn, and is not calmed down despite the Breton getting up easily and without distress.

“The second room I bought is for you, Dunmer. You don’t have to take it, but I thought it’d be better than going back to the streets. It’s no big expense on me, either way.”

There wasn’t time to worry about that right now. Struggling to get up, Servyn manages to stand, though with wobbly legs and a belly that felt much heavier than he was used to.

“Sir Finn, your arm..!” He points to a raw patch of skin which endured direct contact with the coals, and is now a large splotch of pink. Finn shrugs.

“Oh, don’t worry about that! I’ll take care of it later. But you look exhausted, friend. I can carry you to your room, if you’d like. Or the streets, I guess...if that’s what you want...”

Without thinking, Servyn trudges over to Finn, half of his energy focused on not collapsing, and the other half dedicated to channeling a healing spell. He all but collapses into Finn’s arms, but is able to cast the spell on the burned skin, and watches with relief as it mends right before his eyes--and Finn’s who stares in awe.

“Say, I knew you were magical! My arm feels good as new!” He hugs Servyn a bit tighter than he’d like, but thankfully the man has enough foresight to not put his usual effort into the embrace. He now cradles his friend, who looks to the floor sheepishly.

“It was just a simple spell, and was the least I could do, given the kindness you’ve shown me...” 

“Simple? I’d say that’s a real talent you have there! Have you tried joining the local Mages Guild? I bet they’d love to have you!”

Of course not. Someplace as prestigious as a guild would turn him away the moment they saw him, with his dirty untamed hair and filthy ragged tunic and patchwork pants. Finn was the weird one for not doing the same. Why didn’t he do the same?

Knowing he expects and answer, Servyn simply shakes his head. Finn makes his way up the stairs, still with the mer in tow, who doesn’t object or ask to be taken back to the streets.

“You should! I work for them sometimes. Sort of. I find these weird books all over the place that they’re interested in, but lots of mages are real stuck up. They complain and say things like “Finnegan, why is it covered in swamp stains?” Maybe because I found it in a swamp! You wouldn’t care if I gave you a book I found in a swamp, right?”

Servyn once again shakes his head, and mutters “a book is a book, sera. It’s not your fault it happened to end up in a swamp.”

“Right!? See, you understand, and I bet you would call me Finn instead of Finnegan. Mages do that to sound regal, but it’s too formal for me! Wish I had a friend in the guild who wasn’t so stuck up...like you!”

They reach a door. Finn pushes it open with his shoulders, and lays Servyn on the single bed. He blushes a bit--at the softness of the mattress and blankets so foreign and long forgotten after years of sleeping rough, and at the seemingly never-ending kindness of the Breton man.

“I’ve got to tuck Dandelion in now, but I’m in the room just across from yours. You can knock if you need me.”

Finn turns around, but before he’s able to leave the room, a soft voice interrupts him.

“S-Servyn! My name is Servyn. So you know who to...um, send the bill to. I don’t know when I can pay it back but--”

“Servyn, eh? I like it! Now I know exactly how to introduce you to the Magister! This is fantastic! Thanks for telling me, Servyn. But I’ll let you sleep now, okay? We’ll need all our strength for tomorrow, after all!”

The door clicks shut before Servyn is able to retort back. He isn’t sure whether he’s decided to give up on understanding Finn or understanding why he let the Breton sweep him up into a tavern room to begin with--all he knew was he was tired, much so that he didn’t want to think about it anymore. He could hear the man from the hallway baby-talking (presumedly to his bear) but didn’t feel at all annoyed by this break in silence. Finn’s voice truly exude a warmth so rarely heard, even from the kindest Temple priests. Servyn couldn’t bring himself to complain, and felt odly...okay with him knowing his true name, and he knowing Finn’s, and this sickeningly sweet okay-ness that he never thought he’d ever feel again lulls him into a gentle sleep. 

But if anyone else asks, my name is Captain Sujamma Guzzler.

[irrfahrer]

40 OC Development Questions, even questions, 1-12

50 Questions to Ask About Your OC !

2. Do they have any secret piercings or tattoos?

Ziv has a navelpiercing in form of a Flower and three earstuds in the same form in her right ear and two of the same in her left ear. The piercing and the studs are Fashion-jewelery that are of no worth beside the cheap coppery metal its made of and the tourquise plastoid that are used as gems in them. She wears in her left ear a  bronze with blue-stone-splinters studded Chandbali-Earring that originally belonged to the AgriCorps-Member Malkhaz. It is more a trinket than of much worth. Ziv usually wears it in her left earlobe. In a horrible seizure of Teenager-Kitsch Malkhaz had given Ziv one of his earrings when they were stationed at different places during the Clone Wars, which was obviously the end of their fleeting Teenager-crushes. It had never been a serious relationship to begin with, considering their age and the way their looks on reationships had been formed by growing up in the Temple so Malkhazs and Zivs goodbyes had not been filled with much feelings. That does not change the fact that they had been very fond of eachother, which lead to the earring changing its owner.Ziv occaisonally thinks about getting a nosepiercing.

As Ziv is covered in Fur the only places where Tattoos would be visible are on her nose, on the inside of her paw and ears. Which are really not places where one would put tattoos even if one is such a mad lass as Ziv is one. However, Ziv very often lets Barbers shave in patterns in the outer Layer of her fur with the deeper layer still intact so the patterns grow out again. While this is a way to her to make herself pretty for special occasions, it has more than often also a very pragmatic reason: As a Healer and a refugee Ziv very often works on the outer rim and areas with a very low education level and very different languages so she more than often actually works with, treats and meets people who are not able to read or are not able to speak galactic basic (Zivs Motherlanguage, although clearly noticeable with a coruscanti accent) or huttese (which Ziv only speaks partly) or Bocce (Which ziv speaks and understands very well, although with a horrible coruscanti accent). Accordingly Ziv has to signal her profession non-verbal and very clearly so people know they can go to her for treatment. So when Ziv is in areas where galactic basic is not the usually used language she will have the emblem for medic together with the huttse symbols for Medic|Healer|midwife or simply the symbol of a (healing) Hand be shaved in a pattern on her chest clearly visible and easily recognizeable. Eventually the pattern grows out again after around eight weeks and Ziv has to renew it. However, as Ziv does not very often stay longer than eight weeks in one place, she usually uses the fact it grew out as a signal to change her location.

4. What is their favorite music genre? As someone who had trained mostly in Makashi, Ziv had during traiining always listened to music with a strong even beat to align her steps with it. Dubstep and Rap had therefor Genres she had heard mostly and which she had kept on listening to even into adulthood. Ziv would definitive listen to Lindsay Stirling.

6. What is their phone background/lock screen? Ziv does not have a phone, but if she would e able to select a phorograph she would make a pictrue of her Reeksa Sproutling AyyAyy and place it as her lockscreen with the same excited motherly intent as someone would photograph their puppy and use that picture. AyyAyy might be a carnivorous, semi-sentient plant who could with Zivs Consitor Sato useage grow in seconds to a size to swallow a humanoid with one bite and is very willing to eat humanoids, but in fact she acts around Ziv like a adorable puppy.

8. Do they have a favorite fabric or texture? For pragmatic reasons Ziv only wears natural fabric as plastoid fabrics will close in the sweatglands under her fur and start to reek horribly. Usually she only wears very cheap Nerf-wool, but she has a blue shirt made of Bardotta silk that had been given to her by a patient as a Thank you and which she uses as a dress. Its her favorite.

10. How do they decorate their living space? As someone who had grown up in the equivalent of a cloister, Ziv is when it comes to her living space a very humble and pragmatic person. What is in her room is there because she needs it for her work as a Healer. In the same manner she is a refugee so the Tynnan is not staying long enough in places to really start decorating her living quarters. However in connection to her profession Ziv tends to rise plants in the spaces she is living- for one because she needs them for her work, for the other because she attracts plantgrowth and eventually it also sooths her. Accordingly the rooms she lives are covered in plantlife from the pots she had set up and that had grown in the span of days to the size of plants that would else months if not years to grow to this size- from the ceiling hang fruits, on the walls crawl up ranks covered in flowers and the room is always rustling from leafs that move quietly almost like dogs happily wagging their tails.

12. What’s their preferred sleeping position? On the very few occaisons the horrible insomniac Ziv is actually sleeps she will fall to the ground on the spot she had been standing and usually curls up with ehr knees to her chest and her arms around her knees. The interetsing fact is that at Night Ziv takes off the cap from the AyyAyys Container and curls around it as if its a plushie while the Reeksa stretches their ranks and keeps a eye on the sleeping Tynnan, ready to bite off the fingers of whoever comes near Ziv.