#cadet courage au

[transguygardner]

haha what if instead of becoming hal's backup guy met joe jones in a hospital room and became the new general glory sidekick

bonus guylobo content for this au: general glory absolutely told guy about that time some deathly pale woman in fetish gear got herself exploded in the bombing of london

[tcwmatchmakingau]

Third Time’s the Charm

Captain Rex x Gen!Reader One-Shot

Summary: The war is over, and the Republic has won. Rex signed up for a matchmaking service and you’re meeting for a third date. Basically just Rex fluff and him being nervous and awkward lol.

Rating/Warnings: SFW with kissing, making out, slight suggestiveness.

Word count: 1800-2000ish

Author’s Note: This is a two in one, baby! Not only is it a submission the the Clone Matchmaking AU @tcwmatchmakingau (pls read the other fics that have been submitted!) but also a prompt from @freesia-writes ! The prompt: “kiss me again, but- mphh" from the kissing prompts list. Idk how I feel about this one but I gotta get it out of my drafts.

Please enjoy and reblogs/comments are always appreciated. I just want to kiss Rex, okay? 💕

Rex was pacing, his nerves almost completely shot. He checked the time every few seconds, subtly breathing into his palm to make sure his breath didn’t stink. He smoothed out his civvies, hoping they weren’t too wrinkly.

Shockingly to Rex, you had agreed to meet for a third date.

He was excited, yes. But also incredibly nervous.

Rex liked you.

A lot.

Rex never thought he’d get this far.

He didn’t know what to expect when he reluctantly accepted the first date match from Right to Love Matchmaking Service.

Rex had heard about it from some of his brothers but wasn’t sure it was for him.

Who would want a washed-up soldier? He also knew nothing about dating. Sure, he’s had a few quick flings and stolen kisses in the back of 79s when he was a cadet. But now, the thought of putting himself out there, looking for something serious while having strangers match him with another stranger… sounded like a recipe for disaster.

On the other hand, now that the war was over, companionship did sound nice. And a few of his brothers have had success with the service…

He continuously tossed around the idea, a few times half-filling out the Holonet application before deleting it, the fear of the unknown getting the best of him.

Rex even walked by the building once, Right to Love flashing in neon lights, almost stepping inside before his nerves sent him in the other direction.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago, when Fives and Echo invited him to a “boy's night out” for drinks, that he was convinced.

Or more like the alcohol did the convincing for him.

One drink turned into two, then three, and somehow the conversation switched to the matchmaking service.

Both Fives and Echo had girlfriends now, having met through Right to Love.

Rex has met them a few times, and they did seem like good partners, and Fives and Echo were happier than he’d ever seen them.

He was proud of them for moving on from the war and finding happiness. Rex couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy sometimes, wondering if he’ll ever get to experience that, too.

Rex mentioned how he’s been thinking about signing up for Right to Love, and that’s how they persuaded him to fill out the digital application right there with them at the bar.

“Aw c’mon Rex!” Fives clapped Rex’s shoulder. “You should try it out. Anyone is lucky to have you!”

Fives took a large swig of beer, slammed it down, and pulled out his datapad.

“The application is easy. I don’t know how they do it, but they work some kind of magic. My girl is perfect, the woman of my dreams. I don’t think I would have ever found someone like her without them!” Fives shoved his datapad over to Rex, wiggling his eyebrows. “You don’t even have to go in person. Let us help you, vod!”

A few more sips of liquid courage later, Rex was pressing submit on his application while Fives and Echo cheered him on.

The rowdy night continued, and Rex quickly forgot all about it.

Rex didn’t remember he followed through until the next morning when a notification chimed on his terminal.

He woke from his deep sleep, still recovering from the night before, reading the message with blurry eyes and a headache.

Dear Rex,

Thank you for choosing Right to Love Matchmaking Service, where everyone deserves the right to companionship!

We have received your application and are processing your submission.

A matchmaking representative will be reaching out to you shortly. Have a wonderful day!

Rex’s brain almost short-circuited, the hazy memory of Fives and Echo helping him fill out the form coming back to him.

Those kriffing di’kuts!

Rex panicked momentarily, not sure if he was ready for this. But he thought of how happy his brothers were, and maybe it was finally time for him to step out of his comfort zone.

Rex commanded battalions alongside Jedi in life-or-death situations, and yet here he was, afraid to go on one singular date.

To Rex’s surprise, the whole process was easier than expected. The representative that reached out to him was nice, eased some of his worries, and answered all the questions he had. At the end of the conversation, the representative said they already had a match for him.

You.

To his even greater surprise, your first date went fine.

Fantastic, even.

Rex was an anxious mess leading up to meeting you in person, but you were kind, patient, compassionate, everything he would want in a partner.

It was almost like this matchmaking service did its job.

The next morning after your first date, you comm’d him asking to meet again, saying you had a good time.

Rex responded immediately with a resounding yes, hoping he wasn’t coming off as too desperate.

Your second date was even better than the first, learning more about one another, and you talked for hours.

You both hadn’t realized how late it had gotten and completely lost track of time. The restaurant you met at for lunch was now finishing up the dinner rush, you two the last ones in the eatery.

Rex walked you back to your apartment, and you hugged him as you said good night.

Maker, he couldn’t stop thinking about the hug. How warm and soft you felt against him. How he could smell the faint floral aroma of your shampoo. How your eyes shined as you whispered good night. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, Rex was completely smitten.

He was feeling the pressure now, waiting for you to meet him in front of the Coruscant Botanical Gardens where you planned to meet for your date.

Rex was low-key fretting about what came next. Another hug? Maybe holding your hand? A kiss?

Rex swallowed thickly.

He wanted to take things slow and didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything.

If a quick hug from you made him feel this good, he couldn’t even imagine what a kiss would be like.

He could feel his palms begin to sweat. Before he could spiral anymore, he heard his name.

You were walking toward him, a large smile on your face.

“Hey, Rex!” You waved, stepping up to him. You stopped, hesitating for a moment. Little did Rex know, you were having the same thoughts. Maker, he’s so handsome, I want to kiss him! I hope he wasn’t weirded out by the hug from a few nights ago…but he agreed to meet me again so I guess I didn’t scare him off…

“I’ve lived on Coruscant my whole life, and never been to the gardens. Funny how that happens sometimes.” You laughed.

Rex nodded stiffly.

“I’ve never been here, either. But I’m glad we can experience it for the first time together.”

You blushed at his words, Rex’s ears feeling hot at his admission.

You smiled again. “Me too, Rex. Shall we?”

The gardens were huge and seemingly endless, growing flora from hundreds of planets. Rex was able to point out some, recognizing them from the war. He was well-traveled because of it.

You enjoyed hearing him speak of his past, his brothers, and the sometimes downright insane feats he was involved with during the war.

Your conversation was always easy, like you’ve known one another for years. You couldn’t believe how perfect he was and how comfortable you felt around him.

Was it too good to be true, though?

You wandered for a while, keeping up conversation. You eventually sat on a bench in a massive greenhouse, admiring the lush greenery around you.

You were silent for a few moments, Rex wondering if this was his chance.

He wanted to kiss you. He was going to ask you. He was a soldier, no, a Captain, dammit! He should have the courage to do this!

Rex took in a breath, knowing he had to get over his anxiety and just take the leap. It was now or never.

You heard Rex’s inhale and you felt worry stir in your gut. Here we go, he’s going to tell me he doesn’t want to meet again. The classic “it has been really fun but…”

“I’ve…enjoyed our dates.” Rex turned to you. “And I’ve enjoyed getting to know you. So, thank you.”

You raised your eyebrows, meeting his gaze, surprised at his comment.

“Rex, you don’t have to thank me. I’ve been enjoying them too. I like you a lot.” You fidgeted a little, blushing. Maybe I didn’t screw things up!

You took your own breath, continuing.

“I didn’t know what to expect when I signed up for the dating service…I went on some bad dates a while back and was kind of fed up with it all, you know? But I’m glad I took the chance on you.”

Rex felt some confidence rush through his veins. “Really?” He asked.

“You’re easy to talk to, kind, a good listener. Not to mention a complete gentlemen. It’s hard to find that.” Your cheeks were hot at your own words, suddenly too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“I like you a lot, too.” Rex’s voice was low, and you felt something brush against your hand on the bench, looking down, and saw Rex’s hand barely touching yours.

You moved your hand closer, and Rex took your hand in his. You thought your heart might leap straight out of your chest. His hand was calloused, yet warm. Comforting.

“You’re brilliant, remarkable. Not to mention the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I…I’m so happy I met you.”

“Oh, Rex…you mean that?” You’ve never had a man say those words to you with such sincerity.

“More than anything in my life. Can…can I ask you something?” Rex was almost whispering. You nodded, eyes wide, wondering what he wanted to say next.

“Can I kiss you?” Rex was gazing right at you, his heart pounding in his ears.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, entwining your fingers with his. You couldn’t keep the grin from spreading on your face, and Rex saw how your features lit up like the Tattooine suns.

“Yes…Rex. I thought you’d never ask.”

Rex could see the colors of the bright flowers that surrounded you in your eyes as he leaned toward you.

Rex stopped centimeters from your lips, bringing his free hand to tenderly cup the side of your face. Your breath hitched at the gentle gesture, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he shyly brushed his lips against yours.

For Rex, the world melted away. Did he die and go to heaven? Because that’s how he felt when your hand moved to his shoulder, your unbelievably soft lips pressing back into his in a chaste kiss.

All of his anxieties dissipated, forgetting why was so nervous about this date in the first place, all he could think about was you and how lucky he was in this moment.

You pulled away after what could have been hours, your eyes hooded, looking up at him, smiling, realizing you were still holding hands.

“Rex…” The way his name fell from your lips, husky and almost sensual, ignited a fire in him. He wanted to hear it again and again.

Rex released his hand from yours, bringing it to your other cheek, cradling your head with both his hands now with such reverence you thought you might faint.

“Was…was that ok?” He murmured, wanting more, but didn’t want to push your boundaries in any way.

“Yes…kiss me again, Rex. Pleas-mph!” Rex quickly slid his mouth against yours, still cradling your head as your arms wrapped around him, your words cut short by his lips.

The kiss was deep, passionate, just like him. You sighed against his mouth, Rex using the opportunity to sweetly lick your bottom lip, politely asking for entrance.

You eagerly obliged, excited by his newfound confidence. His tongue entered your mouth, eliciting another satisfied sigh from you and a groan from Rex. Your body to trembled against his in fervor, feeling his muscles flex under your hands.

Your lungs began to burn, needing oxygen but not wanting this kiss to end.

Your mouths moved as one, gripping one another like you were the last two people in the Galaxy.

You let out a small whine as Rex pulled away, both your lips swollen from the intensity, your faces flushed and your bodies on fire.

“Wow…” was all you could mutter, as Rex’s hands fell from your flushed face. “That was…”

“Incredible?” He mumbled. You nodded in agreement, leaning into him. Rex wrapped his arm around you, still seated on the bench.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since we first met,” Rex admitted, his thumb slowly caressing your arm.

You were quickly turning into mush seeing this new, romantic side of Rex emerge.

“Me too.” You couldn’t help but giggle, giddy at what had just taken place.

Rex brought you into him, embracing you in a hug, silently thanking his brothers for making him take the plunge and sign up for this dating service.

“I think we’ve seen enough plants for one day. Want to come back to my place?” You asked, nuzzling against his chest. “We could make dinner and watch a Holomovie?”

“I’d love to,” Rex answered as you looked up at him. “I’d really love to.” Rex hasn’t been sure about much since the war ended, trying to find purpose and meaning in a new Galaxy.

He was sure about one thing now, and it was you.

Taglist: @pb-jellybeans @dukeoftheblackstar @king-chaos-world @523rdrebel @wanderer-six @the-cantina

[emonydeborah]

snw au

I have a very long google doc of various fic ideas that I will probably never write, but I would still like to release them from their prison. So here’s one.

Cadet Una Chin Riley, on her last training mission before graduation, is captured by the Gorn.

Her enhanced strength and endurance, and her own unaltered resilience, help her stay alive for months. She does her best to protect her crew, but it’s a losing battle.

about 6 months after Una, La’an and her colony ship are captured. Her parents are gone and she only has her brother.

(side note- ik his name is Manu but before I knew that I named him Dan’el and I like that better.)

Dan’el just wants to protect his sister. Una wants to protect anyone she can. They come across each other, and she teaches them how to survive.

Una’s delta is her last and most cherished possession. She gives it to La’an to give her courage.

La’an gets jettisoned off the planet and when Starfleet finds her she sends them to save the others.

La’an shows them the delta and Lt. Chris Pike badgers Commander April that they have to go. They can’t leave a member of starfleet behind.

Starfleer Command says no. April gets the captain to say yes. They catch the Gorn by surprise and are able to beam off all non-Gorn on the planet, including Una and Dan’el.

La’an tries to give the delta back. Una tells her to keep it.

with the testimonials of victims and scans from the planet, starfleet is forced to take action. Una and La’an testify before the council about the conditions on that one gorn breeding planet.

Starfleet’s investigation of the planet is enough to provoke the gorn to attack, and now we’re at war.

Una gets bumped up to Ensign and becomes the tactical authority on the gorn. She’s a hot commodity. Chris is part of her guard that shuttles her around and protects her.

I have much much more (it's a big google doc) but I will leave this here for now.

[peachymilkandcream]

Your Birth Month Your Levi x Evelyn AU

January -> Kingdom of Ash and Greed

Likelihood of escape: 0% chance

You’re his captured cum slut, he has ultimate power and authority. No one is coming for you and his own people cheer on his efforts to breed you. You’re not leaving.

February -> Reincarnation AU

Likelihood of escape: 50% chance

He’ll either find you or not. If he doesn’t, you’re safe, if not, you’ll be unable to escape unless you killed yourself or they lost the war and Levi was executed. Best bet is to be smart and never get involved with him or simply steer clear.

March -> Trapped AU

Likelihood of escape: 8% chance

Your mother agrees to give you to this man for money. You’re too docile to question it or run away. The only way you’re escaping is realizing your situation and running.

April -> Cadet AU

Likelihood of escape: 85% chance

This depends on how willing you are to put up with pain or resign. If you really want to be in the Survey Corps then your chances go down, if not then you’re not super valuable to the cause so Erwin will sign your resignation without question. Or if you stay and put up with Levi’s torture no matter what you’re less likely but might escape.

May -> Mafia AU

Likelihood of escape: 60% chance

Easiest way to avoid Levi is to not accept his generosity, let yourself fail and accept it and he’ll never know you exist. If you do accept his help you’re stuck, unless you’re the daughter of someone important no one’s going to touch Levi for you.

June -> Back in Time AU

Likelihood of escape: 15% chance

Levi will smell somethings up when you don’t follow his expected patterns of behaviour. The only way you’re escaping is to not interact with him the moment you go back and leave immediately. Don’t give him time to figure you out. If he does, no matter what you do he’ll make sure history plays out how it should.

July -> Knight and Princess AU

Likelihood of escape: 10% chance

Unless you get the courage to expose Levi and plan ahead of him you’re going to be under his thumb for the rest of your life. But it’s very risky.

August -> Kidnapped AU

Likelihood of escape: 20% chance

Levi already had a plan in mind before you came around. You'll just have to be one step ahead of him if you have any hope of escaping. Once you're securely in his confines, you'll never get out unless you can withstand everything mentally long enough for him to trust you to come out.

September -> Written in Blood AU

Likelihood of escape: 70% chance

You have social media influence, Levi does not. If you can see through him and keep him at arms length you’ll get out fine. Or if you can somehow access the internet after being kidnapped. He has no influence and therefore can be arrested much easier.

October -> Warrior AU

Likelihood of escape: 5% chance

You’ll only escape if your comrades can get to you in time. Again not only does Levi have the authority to do this but is actively cheered on for humiliating his enemy. If your comrades abandon you there is no escape.

November -> Canon

Likelihood of escape: 10% chance

This is higher than Trapped and Warrior because you’re a fighter unlike in Trapped and don’t have public backing for what’s being done to you. However you have to be smart to escape or else he sees through you and catches you every time.

December -> Teacher AU

Likelihood of escape: 90% chance

The best odds because you just have to drop out. Go to another school and report your professor for inappropriate behaviour. Unless you’re that desperate to graduate in which case eventually you’ll wind up pregnant and dropping out anyway to be a mother.

Let me know which one you got! 🥰

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Je suis né gentilhomme, de bonne maison. Le nom de d'Artagnan était déjà connu quand je vins au monde.

Courtilz de Sandras, 1701.

Charles Ogier de Batz was born around 1612 in Castelmore near Lupiac in Gascony. He joined the company of musketeers around 1633, taking his mother's name, d'Artagnan, and the title of count. The historical d'Artagnan, the one originally portrayed by Courtilz de Sandras and the one more famously inspired by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet (Maquet was Dumas closest collaborator and never got the proper credit) have a few things in common. Both the de Sandras and Dumas versions of the real d’Artagnan were cadets from Gascony, who went to Paris to 'take up service' and became courageous and loyal musketeers to the king.

In 1646, the musketeers were dismissed and d'Artagnan entered Mazarin's service as one of his "ordinary gentlemen". His loyalty to the minister and the king during the troubles of the Fronde earned him a number of delicate missions, which revealed his tact and humanity, as well as rewards, such as the position of captain of the King's little dogs hunting deer. When the musketeers were reconstituted, d’Artagnan became a lieutenant in the first company of musketeers (1665), he soon became its captain-lieutenant (1667). It was said that this was the finest position in the kingdom, and D'Artagnan fulfilled it marvellously. His company soon became a model company, as brilliant as it was well trained, and the king congratulated him on several occasions.

It was as captain of the musketeers that d'Artagnan took part in the 1667 campaign in Flanders, with the rank of cavalry brigadier. He was part of Turenne's army, which besieged and captured Lille, and was appointed governor of that city. He was still there in 1672 when the Dutch war broke out. His so-called Memoirs say very little about this episode in his career. Nevertheless, he played an important role in the capital of French Flanders. It was he who had Vauban's plans for the new fortifications of the city carried out.

Dumas and Maquet, somewhat taking artistic licence (see the end of the Vicomte de Bragelonne) portraying d'Artagnan as commanding an army corps in front of the siege of Maastricht. It was there on the battlefield, shortly before the action in which he took part, he received a letter from Colbert, in which the minister announced that the king had just made him Marshal of France. But this is nonsense. The king did not need Colbert's pen to inform the captain of his musketeers of his decision regarding such a great reward; Louis XIV was in command in person before Maastricht, and he could have said to d'Artagnan: "Monsieur, je vous fais maréchal”. But he never said it. D'Artagnan was not yet a lieutenant-general; he only held the rank of marshal of the King's camps and armies.

In any case on 25 June 1673 Captain-Lieutenant d’Artagnan was killed at the siege of Maastricht. Siege warfare could be as dangerous as battlefield combat. As it was, d'Artagnan was not on duty that day, but events shifted, requiring his presence. He was hit in the throat by a stray bullet, which killed him.

[droitsdesfemmes]

Alix Payen, née le 18 mai 1842, a marqué l'histoire comme ambulancière et épistolière durant la Commune de Paris en 1871. Son engagement dans l'un des épisodes les plus tumultueux de l'histoire française marque une rupture avec les conventions sociales de son époque.

Issue d'une famille bourgeoise et socialiste, elle passe son enfance en Savoie, région alors indépendante du régime de Napoléon III. Dès son plus jeune âge, Alix se distingue par son esprit indépendant et son intérêt pour les questions sociales et politiques, influencée en partie par les idéaux révolutionnaires qui circulent dans la France du XIXe siècle.

Cependant, c'est la Commune de Paris qui devient le catalyseur de son engagement actif. En 1871, lors de l'insurrection populaire qui prend le contrôle de Paris, Alix se joint aux communards, montrant un courage et une détermination exceptionnels. Durant le siège de Paris par les Prussiens en 1870-1871, puis lors de la Commune de Paris, elle s'implique activement comme ambulancière, accompagnant le bataillon de son époux et portant secours tant aux combattants de la Commune qu'aux soldats versaillais. Elle partage ainsi les conditions éprouvantes des communards, intervenant en première ligne dans les tranchées à l'ouest de Paris dès avril 1871. Sa détermination ne s'arrête pas là : elle endosse également le rôle de combattante, se battant aux côtés des hommes pour défendre les idéaux de la Commune. Son engagement va à l'encontre des normes de genre de son temps, où les rôles de combat sont presque exclusivement réservés aux hommes. Cependant, elle doit mettre un terme à son engagement sur le front à la suite de la grave blessure de son mari en mai 1871.

Après la défaite de la Commune, Alix Payen est arrêtée et fait face à la répression brutale qui s'abat sur les communards. Malgré les risques et les menaces, elle ne renonce pas à ses convictions et continue de défendre les principes pour lesquels elle a combattu.

Sa participation à la Commune est principalement documentée grâce à la correspondance qu'elle envoie à sa famille, dans laquelle elle détaille la vie quotidienne des communards et souligne le rôle des femmes dans ce mouvement insurrectionnel.

Veuve et sans ressources après la chute de la Commune, Alix se tourne vers l'art pour subvenir à ses besoins, notamment en peignant et en coloriant des photographies. Dans les années 1880, elle rejoint sa famille dans une communauté fouriériste, connue sous le nom de « La Colonie », établie dans un phalanstère à Condé-sur-Vesgre (Yvelines). Ce phalanstère, inspiré des théories socialistes utopiques de Charles Fourier, fonctionne sur le principe de coopération et de vie communautaire.

Alix continue à écrire des lettres sur sa vie au sein de cette communauté, témoignant de son parcours et de ses convictions. Sa correspondance fut ultérieurement incluse dans une biographie familiale publiée par son frère cadet dans une revue de l'époque.

Alix Payen s'éteint en 1903 à l'âge de 61 ans, laissant derrière elle un héritage important en tant que témoin et actrice de l'un des événements majeurs de l'histoire de France. Elle demeure non seulement un symbole de la participation des femmes dans les mouvements révolutionnaires, mais aussi un témoignage de la lutte pour l'égalité et la justice sociale. Sa vie, marquée par le courage, la résilience et la fidélité à ses convictions, inspire encore aujourd'hui ceux et celles qui luttent pour le changement social et l'égalité des sexes.

Portrait d'Alix Payen par son frère Paul Milliet.

[leblogdemarinaetjeanmarie]

SAMEDI 25 MARS 2023 (Billet 2 / 3)

« LES TROIS MOUSQUETAIRES : D’ARTAGNAN » (2h01)

Un film de Martin Bourboulon, avec François Civil, Vincent Cassel, Romain Duris, Pio Marmaï, Louis Garrel, Eva Green, Lyna Khoudri…

Sortie en salles : le 5 avril 2023

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Jeudi nous étions invités à 19h45 à « La Soirée des Passionnés » dans notre cinéma préféré (un événement annuel réservé aux possesseurs d’une Carte CinéPass). Au programme : quelques cadeaux distribués (+ de quoi boire et se sustenter) et après un florilège de 45 minutes de bandes-annonces (inintéressantes au demeurant), enfin la projection, en avant-première, des « Trois Mousquetaires : d’Artagnan ».

Qu’en avons-nous pensé ?

« Les trois Mousquetaires : D'Artagnan » est un film dynamique, dans la tradition des films de cape et d’épée, qui nous plonge dans l'œuvre originale d'Alexandre Dumas. Cette adaptation moderne réussit brillamment à allier action, humour et romance tout en restant (plus ou moins) fidèle à l'esprit du roman.

Le réalisateur Martin Bourboulon nous offre une mise en scène à la fois élégante et rythmée, qui nous entraîne dans un tourbillon d'aventures et de combats spectaculaires (un grand bravo à celui qui a réglé toutes ces scènes, de véritables chorégraphies !). Les décors et les costumes sont magnifiques.

Mais ce qui fait réellement la force de ce film, c'est avant tout l'interprétation des comédiens. François Civil incarne avec brio le personnage de d'Artagnan, un Cadet de Gascogne plein de courage et d'audace mais touchant par moments, apportant au personnage une touche de fraîcheur et de modernité.

Les autres membres du casting ne sont pas en reste, avec les performances crédibles de Vincent Cassel, Romain Duris, Pio Marmaï, Louis Garrel, Eva Green, Lyna Khoudri… chacun apportant sa propre personnalité à son rôle, créant une dynamique de groupe énergique et attachante.

Pour conclure, « Les trois Mousquetaires : D'Artagnan » est un film qui plaira tout autant aux fans de l'œuvre originale qu'à ceux, les plus jeunes, pour qui ce genre d’aventures appartiendrait plutôt au passé de leurs parents ou grands-parents. Grâce à une mise en scène captivante, des décors somptueux et des performances d'acteurs convaincantes, ce film très « Grand Public » offre une occasion passionnante de voyager dans l'univers palpitant des Mousquetaires.

Nous lui avons donné tous les deux ❤️❤️❤️,8 sur 5.

Nota Bene I. Notre amie Corinne (R.) nous avait dit que certains passages des « Trois Mousquetaires » avaient été tournés à Saint-Malo mais n’ayant reconnu à aucun moment les remparts emblématiques de la ville, nous pensons qu’ils seront dans la seconde partie du film.

Nota Bene II. Louis Garrel est excellentissime en Louis XIII !

[whencyclopedfr]

Richard Cœur de Lion

Richard Ier d'Angleterre, également connu sous le nom de Richard Cœur de Lion, régna en tant que roi d'Angleterre de 1189 à 1199. Fils d'Henri II d'Angleterre (r. de 1154 à 1189) et d'Aliénor d'Aquitaine (c. 1122-1204), Richard était connu pour son courage et ses succès à la guerre, mais il fut tellement occupé par la troisième croisade (1189-1192), puis par la défense des territoires anglais en France, qu'il ne passa que six mois de son règne en Angleterre. Une vraie légende de son vivant, célèbre à la fois pour ses qualités de chef militaire et pour son approche impitoyable de la guerre, Richard Cœur de Lion devint l'une des plus grandes figures de l'histoire européenne, et ses armoiries à trois lions sont encore utilisées aujourd'hui par la famille royale britannique. Après sa mort au combat à Chalus, en France, son frère cadet, le roi Jean d'Angleterre, lui succéda (r. de 1199 à 1216).

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[kusakichan15]

I would love to know more about the TFA Soul Eater Au, specifically about Bee and Blitzy, anything about them really, but maybe how they met or smth?

There's a saying that "Third time's the charm" and in this case, it most certainly was for these two...

After the news that Megatron has finally found a partner Meister, several of the Decepticon High Command has taken it upon themselves to find their own partners as to follow in their mighty leader's footsteps... Each of them have scheduled to do an observation on the members of the Elite Guard including the cadets and trainees...

Blitzwing made the decision to mask his observational visits as appointments with the Autobot High Command... This request was easily approved just because due to his 'wildly changing nature' they assumed that it would be near impossible for anyone to become his partner... During this time it seems that a small yellow bot had caught his attention or at least he had purposely made his presence known... Bumblebee had appeared out of nowhere and confronted the Decepticon General who was more than twice his size and demanded that he be his partner... Which both irritated and intrigued Blitzwing just until Ironhide had to drag Bumblebee away...

About a week after this fateful encounter, Blitzwing's appointment for a formal observation was unfortunately or fortunately ruined when a gaggle of cadets has sprung a prank during training that involved a dozen scraplets on the lose and lots of colorful and probably permanent paint... Two of the trainees had been immediately removed from the roster for the Meister candidates the Autobots had given him although that didnt really change anything since he found none of them appealing to his tastes...

A few more days had past and Blitzwing's third encounter with Bumblebee had been certainly out of left field when he found the small bot being beaten to scrap by a few Elite Guard cadets at a back alley during a dark rainy day... He couldnt make out much of the conversation but for sure he was impressed by the courage Bumblebee showed... It wasnt in his nature to meddle in other mech's affairs but this would become an exception...

[scaredpigeons]

Dark Necessities

Levi x Fem!OC

Word count: 12.6k

Synopsis: in an AOT AU where we just… don’t talk about the bad stuff… Rae is a short, sweet Cadet who joined the Survey Corps at 13. Now 18, a drunken dare puts her right into Captain Levi’s line of sight. What happens when you put two intoxicated pining idiots in the same room together? This mess and more.

This is the prelude to a much larger smut series, including my other fic, when its love if its not rough it isn’t fun, which i will link here.

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ minors DO NOT INTERACT

Age gap, Smut, dubcon? (both parties consumed alcohol) dry humping, grinding, mentions of knifeplay(sorta), (proper)choking, swearing, Levi writes poetry, Marco is alive and adorable, masturbation, fingering, mentions of virginity loss, mentions of blood, slight overstim, alcohol consumption, Erwin Smiths massive hands, sex, creampie, lil bit of degradation, pet names, themes of bdsm, levi pretty in love lol.

TRIGGER WARNING: Rae is turning 18 in this fic. Levi does indeed mention starting to have less than pure thoughts about Rae when she was 16 yrs old. He knows it was gross and creepy, we know its gross and creepy, it’s just a tidbit of information that adds to Levi’s general shame about his attraction to Rae. Levi does NOT act upon those thoughts, and in fact mentions the fact that he drank himself stupid with the guilt of even having them.

I don’t need to explain why I really enjoy writing and reading sorta skeevy sketchy age gaps for my pairings, if it is something that bothers you, please click away. I kindly remind everyone that you are responsible for the content you choose to consume. Thank you and I love you😊🖤

"I dare you to sneak into the Captains office and find out what's in those little black books he keeps locked up!" 

 Rae usually wasn't so stupid. She would swear on her life, her mother raised her to have a sensible head —always held high— on her shoulders. 

 Apparently all she needed to lose her sense of right and wrong (and stupid) was a little (a lot) of good old fashioned Liquid Courage. 

 Rae had never really celebrated her birthday since joining the scouts. It wasn't important; she had to train, to learn, to protect and see what the world had to offer. Working closely with section commander Hange however…left little room for secrecy. 

 All the higher ups had access to everyone's files, of course. So when the weekend of Rae's 18th birthday was approaching, Hange was practically vibrating. 

 "Raaaaaaaeeeeeee~" 

 The girl in question rolled her eyes at her paperwork, knowing what was coming. 

 "Yes, Hange?" 

 They smirked, grasping Rae's shoulders from behind and giggling in her ear. 

 "A little birdie told me someone's turning 18 on the weekend~" 

 Rae sighed, smiling. "Did the little birdie also tell you that someone has never made a big deal about her birthday, and isn't planning on starting now?" 

 "But this..!!!!" Hange paused, flailing their arms in front of her face. "This is your 18th!!! You're becoming a woman!!! It's to be celebrated! Not ignored!!" 

 Rae couldn't help but scoff, "Hange, you said the same thing about the first time I bled. And besides— Jean’s 18th birthday was a month ago, why didn't we celebrate for him, huh?" 

 Hange laughed then, a sharp giggle followed by a snort. Adorable. 

 "Everyone knows boys don't become men until age 25." 

 They rounded the table, grinning like a madman. 

 "And besides..." they said, fiddling with their overdue paperwork. "I got you a couple presents~" 

 ——

That's how a small group of her closest friends ended up drinking Hange's "presents" (which ended up being three very large bottles of cheap, but very effective liquor) after dinner in the mess hall. 

Rae leaned against Jean, who leaned against Marco at the end of the bench seat. Across the table, Mikasa and Armin were giggling at Eren, who could not hold his liquor to save his life. 

 Beside them Hange was giggling at Moblit, who was swearing up and down that he was NOT drunk, despite his slurring words and reddened cheeks. Off in the corner, Ymir was sipping her drink, watching Historia tell a very animated story. 

 Sasha and Connie had disappeared a while ago into the kitchens, searching for food to help reduce the future hangovers. 

 Suddenly, Hange and Moblit were banging a tune on the table, drunkenly singing an old dancing song. 

 Jean suddenly jumped up, nearly knocking Rae over in the process. 

 He looked from Marco to Rae and back, before turning completely to Rae. 

 "RAEBY!" He shouted. "You MUST dance with me immediately!" 

 Rae giggled and grabbed his hands, hoisting herself up less than gracefully. 

 They stumbled their way to the middle of the mess hall, and Jean began twirling her around. 

 Rae lost herself in the lyrics of the song she'd never heard and the warmth spreading through  her body. 

 Hange and Moblit chanted along with the pounding of their fists on the table; something about a girl from a far away land, cool breeze on warm skin and an unforgettable smile. 

 Jean grasped her waist tightly, holding her hand as he jumped around with her. 

 Laughter surrounded them as they stumbled around together, and Rae could say with confidence she had never been so light. She was high on happiness, on the joy of being around people she loved. 

 The song was reduced to just the beat and a wordless tune, and Jean twirled Rae out of his arms into the open space in front of them. 

 "DANCE SOLO!!!" Hange screamed. 

 The warmth in her cheeks did nothing to stop her hips from moving. With her arms raised high, she moved herself to the beat, earning whoops and hollers from the drunken audience. 

 She jumped and twirled, her boots long forgotten by the tables, sock clad feet slipping on the cool stone floor. She spun and spun until she hit a wall. 

 Only the wall caught her. 

 "Careful, Cadet." The wall said. 

 Rae looked up at Commander Erwin Smith with hazy eyes and a warm face. 

 "Commander! You're not a wall!" She giggled. 

 "Might as well be." A whiskey-warm voice mumbled behind them. The Captain. 

 The rest of the room fell quiet, all eyes focused on them. 

 The Commander chuckled and guided Rae to a table, letting it stabilize her while he took a box from Levi. 

 "Hange informed me that today was your birthday, Cadet Williams." He smiled warmly, handing her the box. "It was insisted upon by them that because this birthday you become age of majority, a gift was necessary." 

 His formality and Captain Levi's cold stare of indifference almost sobered her up. Almost. 

 "Commander! This is... an honour, really. You didn't have to." She took the note from the box and inspected the inscription. 

 "To Cadet Rae Williams," the Commanders strong and loopy script began, 

"Congratulations on reaching your 18th year. Observing your progress as a scout has been a wonderful experience. We all look forward to many more years of your dedication to the cause. 

 Sincerest Regards, 

 Commander of the Scout Regiment 

Honourable Leader of the Survey Corps 

Erwin Smith." 

 And Just underneath, in scratchy, hastily scribbled black ink, a simple "-Levi" 

 Rae smiled, a strange warmth blooming in her chest before turning to the box. Wrapped meticulously in plain brown paper, tied up with a bow of twine—that had to be Levi's handiwork. The commander lacked the patience for such delicate precision. 

 As careful as her shaking fingers could, she unwrapped the gift, and gently lifted the lid from the top. 

 She gasped rather loudly as her eyes fell upon the brand new boots. 

 Fine leather, moisture resistant lining, the perfect shade of brown. 

 She lifted one of the boots from the box, inspecting the sole, hoping, praying-

 "I believe I overheard you expressing an interest in the 5cm lift impact absorption soled boots, yes?" The commander said, looking intently for a reaction. 

 Lost in the joy of the evening, Rae seemingly also lost her senses, squealing, and throwing her arms around her commander's waist, nuzzling her face into the soft cotton of his shirt. 

 "Thank you thank you thank you!!!!! Fuckin’ amazing I don't even- ugh!" She all but shouted into Erwins stomach, "I don't deserve so much kindness." 

 Everyone's eyes were wide with shock, as if a man had been struck by lightning. The silence was interrupted by Captain Levi roughly clearing his throat. 

 "Ahem- well," the Commander was red now, placing his obscenely large hands on her shoulders (-when did his hands get so big? Why hadn't she noticed before?) and creating an appropriate amount of space between himself and Rae.

  "I'm very glad that you enjoy your gift," Erwin started. "But I think the lot of you had best cool down now. It's getting rather late, I wouldn't want you waking the other cadets." 

 Rae gave an exaggeration of a salute, scrunching her nose at Erwin with a little smile. 

 He smiled back and made his way towards the exit. 

 Levi lingered, glaring at the group, Especially Rae. 

 Eren in his intoxication, boldly shouted to the Captain, "Hey Levi! How's it feel knowing Rae's gonna be taller than you now?" 

 The laugh that bubbles from Rae's throat could not have been held back, even without the presence of alcohol in her system. 

 And oh, if looks could kill, poor Eren would be dead a million times over. 

 Rae and Levi were the same height exactly. 160 precious centimetres from the ground, yet Rae herself lacked the intensity and intimidation that made Levi seem taller than even Erwin at times. 

 Levi moved towards her, getting in her personal space, perhaps for the first time ever. 

 Rae breathed in, he smelled of lavender and mint, like campfire smoke and crisp air before the rain breaks. She might have enjoyed the scent of him, if not for the fear coursing through her. 

 He leaned in, right next to her ear, and she swore she could feel her blood rush downwards. 

 "Don't think you're special," his low voice rumbled in her ear. "He bought me the 7cm soled boots last month, limited edition charcoal black." 

 And with that he was gone. Like a feather, whisked away in the cool breeze. 

 Only it wasn't cool. 

 It was suddenly very, very hot in the mess hall. 

 "Alright! Who's up for a game of truth, dare or drink!" Hange shouted. 

 And that's how Rae ended up creeping down the hall dedicated to the Higher ranking soldiers' offices and living spaces. 

 She knew where the Captains office was, Hange had her deliver reports to him quite frequently, but this... this was dangerous. 

 The door was cracked open, and when she looked in, only soft moonlight filtering through the curtains greeted her. 

 The captain's office was almost... homey? The large window facing the training grounds let lots of natural light illuminate the desk and chair in front of it. The east and west walls of the room held massive ornate bookshelves, the wood they were made from was strong and dark. 

 Beside the bookshelf to the right, a closed door, perhaps his living space? 

 To the left, a small green couch and tea table, placed upon a faded royal purple rug. 

 There was an extra chair by the doorway, with a little end table beside it, holding a couple books, their dog eared and worn pages showing they were well loved. 

 She let the door fall back, cringing when it creaked, but didn't shut. Rae scanned the room for her target- 

 -there! The second shelf on the right, glass doors, usually locked, were now open, barring the contents of the shelf to the room. 

 She glanced at his desk, the keys he carried everywhere were set carefully next to one of her targets. The little black books. 

 Ever since joining the corps, rumours had floated around about Levi's collection of books—some would say they were journals, filled with names of cadets who'd caught his rage, cadets to be punished at a later time. 

 Others would say the books were a set of novels, with covers painted black to hide what he was reading. 

 Giggles circulated about what indeed Captain Levi read in his spare time, from gorey horror to sappy romance, people guessed it all. 

 The book on the table was open. A pen laying next to it. So she supposed it was a journal of sorts. 

 That was enough, right? She could go back now, safe and sound, and tell the group the books were journals. 

 Right? 

 The more she thought, the more Rae knew it wasn't enough (especially for Hange) and the more her curiosity grew. 

 Rae leaned over the desk, turning the journal towards her, eyes flitting across the black ink. 

 "For as fair as she is with my yearning to touch her 

I shall not wither such a flower, this acid rain will not water her roots

Silk soft upon raven's wing, a gaze burning like ice 

I too burn to sink these claws within the snow of her flesh

Little white dove of my caged heart

To tear her apart and crawl within 

In the prayer that her soul might warm me

The cold within me burns for her, yes 

So my distance I keep close to my chest 

I will never tarnish such a being 

Being the creature that I am" 

 The click of the door closing pulled her from the page. 

 "Speak of the Devil herself." 

 Rae whipped around, facing Levi. 

 His shirt was ruffled, untucked, the top three buttons undone. His left hand held a half empty bottle by his hip, liquor much more expensive than what she'd been drinking earlier. 

 She'd slightly sobered up during the game, sipping water and munching on crackers with Sasha, but the heat in her cheeks felt oddly reminiscent of earlier in the evening, when she was laughing and dancing with her friends. 

 Rae stuttered when she finally spoke. 

 "Captain... I'm-" 

 "Shut up, will you?" He barked. While Levi brought the bottle to his lips and pulled more liquor in his throat, Rae found herself wondering aimlessly what it might feel like to be liquid fire coated in glass. 

 The Captain finished his swig and toed off his boots, kicking them to the corner. They stood out against the still perfection of the room. 

 Rae forgot to breathe as he made his way towards her. She was at the front of his desk, her bottom pressed against the edge. She thought if she could slip into the wood of it and disappear, she just might. 

 But that was irrational and irritatingly impossible. 

 So she stayed incredibly still as he finally stood before her. 

 He looked her up and down, "You're lucky." 

 "P-pardon?" She squeaked. 

 "You're not wearing your boots. I don't fuckin' like dirt in my office." 

 "Oh, right. Sir." 

 He leaned forward, and the bottle of liquor was placed audibly on the desk. 

 Only he didn't move away. 

 His hand stayed resting upon the desk beside her, the other coming to match it. She was caged in. 

 "You've been drinking," Rae whispered, eyeing his mouth, the moonlight behind her revealing a slight sheen on his bottom lip, from where he'd licked off residual liquor. 

 He scoffed. "So were you, only I wasn't celebrating." 

 She finally met his eyes, which were hooded, but no less intense. 

 "What was your reason for drinking then, Captain?" 

 His eyebrows raised and a low hum vibrated from his throat. "Breaking into my office, then asking personal questions like that? Quite bold tonight, aren’t we?" 

 His leg shifted forward, his knee coming between hers. The touch sent shockwaves up her spine. 

 "I'm always rather bold, Captain, if you acknowledged my existence for more than two seconds at a time, you might've already known that." 

 Was she flirting? Had the cheap booze eaten at the part of her brain dedicated to self preservation? 

 Rae was unsure. All she knew was that she was hot. Levi standing so close made her feel hot. She had spent years working on her confidence with soldiers of higher authority, she was not about to be intimidated by him now, despite the aching between her legs. 

 His stare bore into her soul, and she thought a whisper of a smile crossed his lips. 

 "I've been watching you since the moment they shipped you to this dump." 

 Her heart stopped. What was he saying?

 "I'm not some predator, calm down." Levi chuckled darkly at her startled expression. 

 "I saw potential in you, strength. A good head on your shoulders, actual fucking brain cells to rub together." 

 Her cheeks burned. She'd always had a little crush on Levi, he was an idol to many younger cadets who showed up to serve. But ‘Humanity’s Strongest’ didn't have time for little girls still needing to grow up, still learning about life. But knowing that he had actually noticed her all these years... her heart swelled. 

 "Why didn't you...?" She murmured.

 "Why didn't I say something? Take you under my wing? Train you personally?" He questioned, tilting his head side to side mockingly. "Because I didn't need some little brat being groomed under me, losing all their sense because 'humanity's strongest' sees potential." 

 His face came closer to hers, and she could feel his breath on her skin, smell the whiskey on his tongue. 

 "And Maria, did I thank myself for that. Two years ago, the day you came back from your summer leave; your hair had grown and... your hips... fuck, I nearly drank myself to death trying to chase the disgusting thoughts from my head." 

 Rae knew he could feel the hitch in her breath, because he smirked, eyes dropping to her lips before returning to her eyes. 

 "You just kept getting smarter, wittier, stronger, I knew if I had sunk my claws in you when you were young, I would have ruined you." 

 His eyes rolled back into his head then, out of displeasure or something else, she couldn't be sure. "And now... you're 18... and Glasses won't stop squawking about how you're a woman now, how you're grown and strong and ready for the world." 

 He moved forward, and took a long deep breath from the base of her neck to her earlobe. 

She shivered as her blood continued it’s sprint southbound. 

 "Drowning my demons isn't working, Rae." His hand came to her throat, almost touching, a breath away from meeting the delicate skin that was quivering in anticipation for it. 

 “Intelligent men know demons can swim in liquor, Captain.” She whispered into the heat between them.

 He scoffed. "Men are disgusting creatures, their minds are drowning in filth, they take what they want and they-"

 "What about what a woman wants?" She interrupted. 

 Levi's eyes widened as she pressed her throat into his hand finally, closing the distance he so stupidly left. 

 "As a woman, am I not allowed to decide-" 

 Apparently interrupting each other would be a common theme for the evening. 

 Levi crashed his lips into hers.

 He consumed her senses, filling her entirely until all that ran through her mind, her lungs, her veins, was him. 

 She let him, Walls, did she let him, and she almost cursed herself for how good it felt. 

 His lips were soft, plush and smooth, so unlike the chapped and rough lips she'd chastely kissed before. 

 There was nothing chaste about the way Levi’s tongue dipped into her mouth, about the way he sucked and nipped at her lips like a man starved. 

 He tasted like liquid amber, like fire and sin and everything Rae hadn't known she'd needed until now. 

 When he finally pulled away from her, a small string of saliva pulled and broke between their lips in the moonlight. 

 Rae could feel his ragged breath across her face, and through the fog in her mind, could see the way he was practically vibrating in front of her. 

 "You're shaking." She said; quiet and small. 

 He looked from her glistening lips to her eyes, wearing an expression of wonder that she'd never seen cross his features before. 

 "The thought of kissing you has haunted every dream, nightmare and waking moment of mine for some time now." 

 She smiled softly, despite herself and her current situation. 

 "You're quite talkative when you drink, Captain." 

 His face darkened then, the kind of dark that shot straight to her core, her breath stuttering with something much different than fear. 

 "Liquor loosens lips and legs alike, I suppose." 

 If he were anyone else, his smirk would have earned him a playful slap on the shoulder. The captain moved before she could even react. 

 His hands found their way to the plush of her hips, and his leg between hers lifted up, up, up, releasing a soft whine from her throat as he pushed her core against the hard muscle of it. 

 Her hands flew to his forearms as her hips moved and slid against him, and he captured her lips once again. 

 Levi greedily swallowed her moans as he guided her hips to grind down on his upper thigh over and over, giving her the sweet friction she craved since he first stepped close to her. 

 "I want to ruin you." Levi breathed against her lips. 

 "Please," she whispered between laboured puffs of air. 

 His hands gripped her hips harder, and she prayed she'd have bruises in the morning to ghost her fingertips over- a reminder that she hadn't been dreaming. 

 "Fuck-" He cursed, and she could feel the hardness in his pants rub against her hip as he moved with her. 

 She almost asked if what he felt was akin to the screaming pleasure racing through her body, but with each push and pull and grind- her vocabulary packed it's bags and left, leaving behind only broken curses, soft pleas and his name. 

 "I want to tear you apart," he growled. "I want to break you, fuck into you until you scream, until you cry, until you forget your own name." 

 She keened, the pleasure was building in her, turning her eyes blurry and filling her brain with deep, lust filled fog. 

 She cried out into the still air of the room as he grabbed her legs, throwing them around his waist and driving his clothed cock against her core. 

 As her back hit the solid wood of his desk, she surmised that if it were anyone else, she might have giggled at the inherent virginal silliness that was dry humping. 

 But the way Levi's hands guided her hips to slide her core over his cock was anything but virginal or silly, regardless of the layers between them. 

 Rae looked at Levi, and despite their shared height he seemed to tower above her, eyes glazed and brow furrowed as he took and gave, pushed and pulled. 

 "I'll fucking destroy you, little girl." His voice was strained now, and the thought that he was just as gone as she was wound the coil inside her even tighter. 

 "Please... Captain, I..." 

 He reached for her then, his cool fingers wrapped themselves around her throat; proper this time, gripping the sides deliciously. 

 "I want nothing more than to fill you up with everything disgusting and rotten inside me. To rip you open and tear what innocence you have left from your pretty little insides," 

 He was truly killing her now, the words tumbling from his mouth was the most she'd ever heard him speak, he was usually so silent and stoic- save for punishing disobedience and stupidity. 

 "Captain," she murmured. "I'm gonna-" 

 Her thighs trembled as he continued grinding against her, his words dripping sickly sweet venom into her very soul. 

 "I want to coat your insides with my sin, my shame. I want to mark you, to fucking claim you." 

 The pressure between her legs was growing too fast, she clawed at his wrists, the one by her throat and the one still guiding her hips. 

 "Levi-" she croaked. 

 He groaned, "I'll carve my fucking name into your perfect skin if I have to. So anyone who dares to touch you knows who you fucking belong to." 

 Her orgasm seemed to dip a toe in the water, teasingly testing before it was to jump into the cool depths, away from the hot summer's day. 

 "Levi!" She cried, "I'm-" 

 "Mine." He growled. 

 And the wave crashed over her, shocking her whole body until her vision blurred white, soaking through her mind and panties alike. 

 An orgasm that strong was meant to be savoured, and so Levi kept going, working her through it with no regard for himself. 

 The shockwaves of pleasure pulsed and pulsed, around the third wave she found her voice and let loose a broken sob. 

 Levi cursed under his breath, the hand at her throat returning to her hip, then he leaned over, latching onto her neck, biting the soft skin between it and her shoulder. 

 If she hadn't been so caught up in her own pleasure, the ringing in her ears, the wetness seeping through her underwear, she might have noticed the growing damp spot on the front of Levi's pants, and the way he groaned into her skin as he slowed the grinding of their bodies. 

 As he stopped, the only sound in the still air of his office was their heavy breathing. 

 Rae thought it was rather shameful that the roof covered the dark of the sky, that she couldn't look up at the stars and compare them to the ones that had just flashed behind her closed eyes. 

 She waited until the air she pulled into her lungs was smooth and unlabored before she looked at him. 

 It seemed as if he himself was looking up at the stars, glassy eyes full of wonder, face content and euphoric. 

 Only he wasn't gazing upwards, through the roof. 

 His eyes met hers as soon as she looked up,  As if he had been looking the whole time. 

 Ever so slowly, she sat up, and he seemed to unfurl himself from her, like flower petals unravelling from the safety of their buds, and he stepped back. 

 Her head was swimming with everything and nothing, too many words to speak, yet no voice to push them into the air. 

 They seemed to stare at each other for eternity. His eyes held more emotion than she'd ever seen in him before. 

 Suddenly, everything came crashing down upon her. 

 Captain Levi had admitted he'd seen her potential from day one. 

 (Captain Levi writes poetry?) 

 Captain Levi was attracted to her. 

 Captain Levi had kissed her. 

 (Poetry, actual poetry. And it was actually really beautiful?!?) 

 Captain Levi had made her cum without removing a single article of her clothing.

 Captain Levi was surely far more intoxicated than she was. 

 All the racing thoughts blurred together into one (stupid) resolution: 

Captain Levi surely could not have meant anything he'd said, he was only drunk, and would surely regret everything when the sun rose. 

 Right? 

 He must have seen the gears turning in her head, the fear in her eyes, because he took a step back. 

 It was a small, shuffled step, one that any sober person would've realized he did not want to take. 

 Really—if anyone else was in the room, they would have seen how his whole body leaned towards her, as if she had her own gravitational pull. 

 It was as if when he held her, touched her, tasted her at last, it wasn't enough—and it would never be. 

 Rae was much more coherent than Levi was, but still drunk. So that step that Levi took confirmed her every fear. 

 And she ran. 

————

She knew she'd fucked up. 

 Rae was a smart girl. She'd made some questionable decisions as of late, but she would always take pride in her intellect. 

 So the next morning, when she'd woken to the screaming sunlight, and a pounding headache, She knew. 

 But it seemed the universe just wanted to keep reminding her, over and over again. 

 Her day off was spent showering, nursing her hangover with the blackest cup of coffee she could brew, and a trip with the girls to the wildflower fields for an afternoon picnic. 

 Her headache was nearly gone, and the cool breeze sifting through the flowers and long grass helped clear her mind considerably. 

 The huge willow tree they sat beneath kept the sun from her eyes, and shone dappled golden light onto her beautiful friends.

  Rae assumed the trouble from the previous evening was behind her, she could think about it later. The walls in her mind had built brick by brick in the night, caged doors and the issue locked tight behind them.

 She tucked her hair behind her ear, pulling it over one shoulder to messily braid while Sasha arranged the snacks she'd prepared. 

 They were all in their casual clothes, a treat often taken on their days off. 

 The women in the Corps were all beautiful and powerful, but sometimes they just wanted to feel pretty, you know? 

 Mikasa donned a beautiful dust pink dress, one she'd purchased a few years ago for a semi-formal dinner the commander had brought a few of the top cadets to. 

 Her red scarf laid delicately across her shoulders like a sort of shawl, complete with sheer white stockings and her brown boots, she looked like a completely different person; less rigid, more at ease.

 Historia and Ymir seemed to colour coordinate, Historia's baby blue bell sleeve cotton dress complimented the blue of Ymir's new slacks, her crisp white button up matching Historia's little sheer white gloves and sun hat. 

 Sasha had a high necked cream coloured blouse tucked into a burgundy mid length skirt, and she'd worn a couple of the bracelets she and Connie had made from little beads and twine a couple years ago.  

 Rae had opted for a pretty outfit as well, not that she had many. Her white off the shoulder blouse looked lovely tucked into the pine green longskirt she bought last autumn. 

 The women had chided her when she'd shown up for the walk, they had to wear that colour almost every day of the week! Ymir had sarcastically questioned if she'd given up on having an identity outside the scouts. 

 "I think it's nice!" Rae defended. It was flowy and soft, it suited her figure. "I happen to like this colour." 

 Pine green reminded her of hope, of flying through the tall trees, and it brought a strange warmth to her chest. 

 She chuckled at the thought as her fingers pulled through her tangles, twisting the three sections together. 

 She had just pulled a loose ribbon from her skirt pocket when Mikasa piped up. 

 "Rae, what's that on your neck?" 

 Rae furrowed her brow. "What?" She touched her throat, feeling for any bumps or scrapes. 

 "No, not there," Mikasa scooted closer, her cool fingers lightly brushing against the smooth skin covering where her neck met her shoulder.  "Here." 

 "Woaaah! Rae!" Sasha said, nearly crushing the bread to get a closer look, "it looks like something bit you!" 

 Rae's thoughts filled with the smell of lavender and warm embers, the taste of whiskey and mint lingering on her tongue. 

 The flimsy walls she'd drunkenly put up last night broke, and all the memories from Levi's office came crashing through. 

 Rae winced when she looked at the mark, blood rushing to her face, setting her ears on fire. 

 In her memory, the Captain had nibbled on her neck while she was at the height of her climax. The mark on her neck told a different story. 

 Angry red teeth marks surrounded a fading purple bruise. 

 It was so bad. 

 But holy fuck was it hot. 

 Rae mentally slapped herself. She couldn't think like that. She just needed to forget about the whole thing, and it would be okay. 

 She quickly flipped her braid over to cover the mark. "Oh, it's nothing. I've been scratching in my sleep, it's really not a big deal." 

 She quickly tied the end of her braid with the ribbon, trying to calm the flush in her face. 

 Ymir noticeably rolled her eyes. Historia gave Rae a knowing look but kept quiet, nibbling on her slice of bread with jam. 

 "You sure? I've seen bites before, this one time, Connie and Jean had this competition where they-" Sasha started. 

 Mikasa cut her off gently. "You're okay, right?" 

 The genuine worry in her friend's eyes touched her, and she suddenly felt a sickening guilt for the lie she was forcing herself to tell. 

 "I promise, I'm okay." She said (semi) sincerely. 

 Mikasa looked like she wanted to press more, but nodded once, and went back to helping Sasha dole out the cutlery. 

 The day ended without further questioning, and Rae felt like she might be in the clear. 

 Then the week proved her wrong. 

 Hange fell ill, and Moblit was too swamped with their combined paperwork to take over training and extra duties. 

 Erwin made the delightful decision that Hange squad and Levi squad could merge for the week while Hange recovered. 

 Which meant captain Levi would be training her, overseeing her extra duties and activities, assigning jobs and chores as he saw fit. 

 She cringed with images of him subtlety punishing her for her transgressions in his office; assigning extra stable duty, dishes every night, making a fool of her during sword training; using her as an example of poor form, (she really needed to work on her grip strength) or even pairing up with her during hand to hand training for an excuse to kick her into the dirt. 

 In all honesty, by the end of the week, she would have preferred all of that, and worse compared to what actually transpired. 

 It was as if she didn't exist. 

 He didn't look at her, didn't speak to her. When assigning partners for sparring, assigning duties and chores; he referred to everyone by their last names, not even glancing from his clipboard.

 Her only solace through the entire week was Marco. 

 The man was some sort of empath- Rae was sure. She didn’t speak a word about the turmoil coursing through her, but it was as if Marco knew; just by looking at her. 

 Mid-week, Rae was brushing her horse Alistarr when he came up behind her. 

 Rae and Marco were incredibly close, and had been for nearly 5 years, so when a warm pair of hands wrapped themselves around her, and a mop of dark hair flopped onto her shoulder, she only jumped for a moment before relaxing into his hold. 

 “This week has been hell,” He sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss Hange.” 

 Rae chuckled and wriggled from his grasp, dropping the brush into Alistarrs’ bucket. 

 She turned to him, giving him a proper hug. He slumped over her, giving an exaggerated whine. 

 “There there.” She giggled, patting his back. “Oh, you poor baby. I know, I’m feelin’ it too.” 

 He laughed, pulling back to look at her. “How are you doing?” 

 She smiled brightly at him, bringing a cool hand to his cheek.

 “When I get to look at this cute freckled face, how could I be anything but happy?” 

 Marco must’ve seen her smile not reach her eyes. 

 Her round cheeks were swallowed by his palms, and he began giving quick gentle kisses to her face. 

 Rae was a very physically affectionate person, and thankfully most of her friends were too, or at least put up with it. 

 And if Rae was over the top with her affections, Marco was over the clouds. 

 He kissed the tip of her nose, both of her cheeks, and a big exaggerated one right in the centre of her forehead. 

 She giggled as he swiped his thumb across a tiny bit of spit he’d left behind. He stepped back, crossing his arms and eyeing her dramatically. 

 “Seriously Rae, what’s going on?” 

 She turned to put away her bucket. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m completely fi-“ 

 She was cut off by Marco’s screech as he fell to his knees. Before she could react, Marco was flying towards the ground from a swift kick to the head. 

 “Bodt,” growled Levi. “I don’t remember writing ‘fuck your fellow cadets in the stables’ into your schedule today.” 

 Marco groaned, rubbing the side of his head. “We were just-“ 

 “I have eyes, cadet. Keep your hands to yourself and get your ass to the kitchens.” 

 Marco stood slowly, glancing between Rae and the Captain. “But sir, I’m not assigned to kitchen duty until 4.” 

 “Well I just decided you’re doing a double shift. Now move.” He barked. 

 Marco scrambled to move, halfway through his exit he gave a hasty salute, then ran the rest of the way to the dining hall. 

 Rae’s jaw audibly cracked shut when Levi looked at her. 

 Levi had to have known that Marco was her best friend, that forehead kisses and the like were normal for them. So why had he been so cruel to Marco? 

 And what would her punishment be? 

 “Be in my office at 7pm sharp, this Friday, cadet.” He said, voice flat, distant. 

 Her blood ran cold. 

 “Sir?” She squeaked.

 His face was void of emotion, so unlike the face that was burned behind her eyelids, that look of wonder that she’d been trying so hard to forget. 

 “That is an order.” 

—————————

If hell was a tangible place, Rae supposed that it might feel something like the two days leading up to this point. 

 Time seemed too slow and too quick all at once. 

 Her mind kept flipping back and forth between emotions. She was anxious to see him again, he’d made himself rather scarce since the stables. Despite her attempts to forget her memories, her feelings from that night, she just couldn’t. 

 The moments when she’d catch her reflection in a passing window or mirror, when she’d drag her fingertips across his fading mark, thighs twitching in remembrance, the hours seemed to tick by at a snail's pace. In these moments, she felt as if that evening would never come, that she’d be tormented forever in this limbo of what if. 

 The fear was what made the time escape her. 

 Despite the almost foreign ache between her thighs at the thought of him, the thought of confrontation with him scared her half to death. 

 He had yet to punish her, to express his disinterest, disgust, or disappointment in her. She thought perhaps he was waiting, giving her time to come to terms with it before he let her down hard. 

 Because that was the only option in her mind. 

 Friday morning, she, like her walls days prior; finally broke, the guilt and indecision and turmoil was whisked away with the sunrise. 

 Her hand travelled beneath her cotton sleep shorts, fingers finding their way between her folds. The wetness there did not shock her, she had been thinking about him non-stop. The fear and the lust even transferred to her dreams. 

 It was him she thought about as her fingers circled and pushed on her clit; she couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to. 

 His rough hands, his deep voice.

 The way he tasted, the way he smelled. 

 Walls, did she want him. She’d scream it to the sky. She wanted every sick and twisted thing he’d drunkenly said that night, despite her idea that he didn’t mean a word. 

 When she came, it was quick and sharp, and his title, not his name spilled from her lips. 

 Oh Maria. She thought. The last thing I need is a thirst for authority figures. 

 As she readied herself for the day, she avoided the thought that perhaps it was too late to save herself from said thirst. 

 The high she had from her acceptance of her feelings, (along with a trusty orgasm) had pushed her through the day, but it seemed to fizzle and die out as she stood in front of Captain Levi’s door. 

 She was early, fearful of inducing his wrath even further with tardiness. 

 Rae knocked twice, and from inside she heard him call for her to enter. 

 She went in, closing the door behind her. 

 His office was the same as she remembered, only this time Levi’s desk was illuminated by two bright oil lamps. 

 The warmth from the light flickered across his pale face, casting shadows under his eyes, which were scanning the stack of paperwork in front of him. 

 “Sit.” Levi gestured to the chair in front of the desk without looking at her. 

 She did as she was told, fiddling with a button on her uniform in the silence. The top of his desk stared at her. ‘Remember what you did here?’ It teased.

 Levi continued reading the document in front of him, and when he got to the last page he scribbled a quick signature at the bottom. He placed the papers in his outgoing bin on the side of the desk, then pulled open one of the drawers to his right. 

 He handed her a sheet of paper and a spare pen, and she took note of the intricate detailing on the pens body before looking at the sheet. 

 “This is the Corps sexual harassment report form.” 

 Her eyes shot back to him, her guilt returning tenfold. 

 He wanted to report her? What kind of punishment would she face? Would she get kicked out of the survey corps? Levi was a high ranking officer, would she go to prison? 

 “When you’re finished with that, I can get you the abuse of authority report form as well.” Levi leaned back in his chair. “That one is a couple more pages, sadly.” 

 Now she was confused. “Sir?” 

 He rolled his eyes, sighing. “Sadly, the pigs in charge of this shit care more about the high ranking officers abusing their cadets than they do about sexual assault. It’s disgusting.” 

 “But Captain,” she couldn’t find the words to question him. “I’m just a cadet, I’m not a high ranking soldier, I have no power to abuse..?” 

 His brow furrowed. “What?” 

 “I’ll fill the harassment form if that’s what you’d like, but I don’t think the abuse of authority one could apply to… what I did.” 

 “You think these forms are to be filed against you?” He asked. 

 Her heart was racing now. “Well I just- I… I, you- we-“ 

 “No, Cadet. I’m giving you these reports to file against me.” 

 How could he sound so calm saying that? As if she would even want to do such a thing? 

 “Captain, that isn’t nece-“ 

 “My actions the evening of your birthday were severely inappropriate, I took complete advantage of your inebriated state and need to be accurately punished to the full extent of the law.” 

 It was her turn to furrow her brow. “Captain, that’s ridiculous. You did not take advantage of me.” 

 He stood quickly. “You were drunk!” 

 “So were you!” She stood from her chair as well. 

 He stormed from around his desk, his sock clad feet quiet against the wood floor, reminding her that she had her boots on in his office. 

 “I don’t fucking like dirt in my office.”

 He’d said it so openly that night, like it was something he’d wanted to tell her for some time. Only now, with her boots on, she stood 5cm taller, which to the average person wouldn’t have been much, but to them, it made a noticeable difference. 

 He stood in front of her now, eyes blazing. “Yes, I was drunk. That is precisely the point!” 

 She couldn’t hold back the scoff, which led to him stepping towards her, finger jutting towards her chest. 

 “You were drunk, yes Cadet. But you were only in my office because of some stupid dare!” He was nearly shouting now, and she took a cautionary step back. “I was drunk, too. And when men get drunk, they turn into filthy, perverted lowlife animals who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” 

 Her anger and boldness were ignited, his words were the alcohol to the flame. “Oh really, is that what you were that night Levi? A filthy pervert? An animal?” 

 He faltered a bit, but held his ground nonetheless. “Yes. Because only a filthy animal touches a woman when she doesn't ask for it.” 

 “Who said I didn’t ask for it?” 

 He truly faltered then. “I- what?” 

 “I was completely aware of what was happening, Levi. It was entirely consensual.”  

 He backed up, circling around her towards the couch, the gears turning in his head. 

 “You couldn’t possibly- I mean… what?” He looked so confused. Angry, at himself or her, she couldn’t tell, but she knew now that his distance the past week was for her sake, not his. He thought he’d taken advantage of her. He thought himself a criminal, an animal. 

 “But…” he paused, searching her eyes. “You ran.” 

 “Levi.” She smirked as he twitched at her informality. “You’d just given me the first and only orgasm I’d ever received from another person.” 

 He gawked. The captain, humanity's strongest soldier, actually dropped his jaw ever so slightly, and gawked at her. 

 Something deep and dark inside her woke up, stretched its legs and licked its lips at Levi’s reaction. ‘More’ it purred, confident and hungry. 

 “Plus, it happened to be the best, most earth shattering orgasm of my entire life.” 

 She walked towards him, and he seemed to back in fear, freezing when the back of his legs hit the couch. 

 “I ran because I was overwhelmed.” She moved closer, he backed again until he was forced to sit down, and she hovered over him. 

 “I ran because I was scared.” 

 “Of what?” He questioned softly. 

 The moonlight started to drift in, overpowering the warmth of the lamps and casting a cool hue over his face. His eyes held that deep, powerful emotion again, and she knew then and there; 

 There was no going back. 

 “That you hadn’t liked it.” She moved her legs, each knee coming to rest beside the outsides of his thighs, her hands still grasping the back of the couch on each side of his head. 

 As she straddled him with her newfound confidence, and his cool hands rested softly on her hips, she had another epiphany; 

 She didn’t want to go back. 

 “Did you?” 

 “Did I, what?” He asked her. 

 She let her ass rest against the top of his upper thighs, and slid her hands from the couch to his neck, fingers running along the edge of his undercut. 

 “Did you like it?” She finally broke for the second time that day, and rubbed her clothed core against the crotch of his slacks. 

 He nearly turned feral, latching himself to her mouth and consuming her once more with a searing kiss. 

 His tongue against hers made Rae feel dizzy, and she was growing wetter with each kiss, especially when he broke for a second in between, trying to speak but unwilling to part from her. 

 “I’ll answer,” kiss “your,” kiss “question,” he took her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as his grip on her hips tightened. 

 The pain sent sparks of pleasure through her, and she groaned when he let it go. 

 “-if you answer mine.” 

 She smiled, grinding against the much more noticeable bulge in his pants. “Ask away.” 

 He was clearly fighting back sounds as she ground against him, but he managed to speak clearly anyways. “Was I really the first person to make you cum?” 

 She was growing Impatient playing these games, she wanted to feel his skin, to feel him. She started working on his shirt buttons while she answered. 

 “Three years ago, at the harvest festival, I met a boy, I honestly don’t even remember his name.” She shucked off Levi’s shirt, throwing it behind her as he got to work on her pants. She kicked off her boots as she continued.

 “All I remember was that he was paying attention to me when I thought no one else was. Now that I think about it,” she said, leaning in for another kiss, “he looked a little like you.” 

 He chuckled darkly into the kiss, pulling away to tug her belt from her pants. “…and?” 

 “He took me back to his house, we were alone; his parents were vendors at the fair, and he took my virginity in his dingy little twin bed.” She shimmied out of her pants, undoing the last of her shirt buttons, tossing that away too. 

 “And how was it?” Levi asked, pulling her back into his lap and dipping his fingers under her breast band. 

 “Dry.” She chuckled. “He fucked me for two minutes before he realized I wasn’t getting wetter, I was bleeding. Poor kids dick shrivelled up and I had to explain what had happened.” 

 He helped her pull her band up and over her head, and tossed it with the rest of the clothes piling behind them. She was bare now, save for her standard issue grey cotton panties, doing little to hide her growing arousal. 

 He grasped her breasts and lightly squeezed, and she groaned at the touch; it felt heavenly after a long day of having them pressed tight against her. 

 “Poor kid didn’t even know what he was doing.” Levi leaned in and gave her left nipple teasing kitten licks as he spoke. “Bleeding is common the first time, but better men can prepare a woman so well; discomfort is the last thing on her mind.” 

 Rae gasped as his hand travelled downwards, and bit her lip when he touched her core through the cotton. “I-I figured as much. Hange had taught us what masturbation was years before that, so I knew it wasn’t good.” 

 “Mmm.” Levi hummed as he stroked circles through the fabric covering her clit. “You knew what your pleasure was. He didn’t stand a chance, did he?” 

 “aAhh-“ she moaned. If she bit her lip any harder she thought it might bleed. “So to answer your question…”

 She bit back a whine when he took his fingers away, but could barely contain her sounds when they pushed her underwear to the side, running through the slick pooling from her. 

 “Mmnn, fuck!” She’d never felt like this before. “Yes. Yes! You’re the only one besides me to- to touch me. To make me cum.” 

 He smiled for the first time in front of her, a genuine smile, deviant, but it met his eyes- and they sparkled. 

 “Good.” 

 Levi began to tease her, rubbing his middle finger around her entrance, then up to her clit, then back again.

 She groaned, tossing her head onto his shoulder. “A-aren’t you going to ans-swer mine n-now?” Her breathing was coming short, the ache between her legs now a burning flame. 

 “Look at me.” He said, and she did. 

 The moment his ring finger breached her entrance, she gasped, and he did so along with her, half in mockery and half in his own pleasure. 

 He pushed in until the last knuckle, wiggled it a bit, causing her to let a strangled yelp from her throat, but she released her breath when he slowly dragged it back out. 

 “To answer your question,” he was touching her entrance again, only this time two fingers stretched into her. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as hers went wide, her walls clutching him tightly, breath once again gone. “I enjoyed it so much I came in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

 She keened, her face hot, legs trembling, mind reeling at this. And to think- she’d thought he didn’t mean what he’d said, that he didn’t enjoy the moment as she had. 

 She hadn’t even touched him yet, and he looked as if he was ready to burst. He started to pull and push his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, and she could feel herself clench around his digits. 

 Rae knew how to masturbate, and did so as often as she could to ease her stress. But one thing she had never done was finger herself. 

 Her fingers were just too short, too small. It never felt right, never worked, and so she wrote it off as a pointless act and continued with external stimulation from there on. 

 Levi’s fingers were not short, or small. He had reasonably large hands, his fingers long and elegant, hands delicate enough to write poetry and strong enough to knock someone’s teeth in. 

 Rae had never experienced this kind of beautiful stimulation, and Levi could tell. 

 She was a mess, scrunching her eyes closed and biting her lip with each thrust of his hand. She was dripping, and she knew it. She could feel her slick running down his fingers, covering the rest and most likely dripping into his palm. 

 “Don’t hold back those pretty noises, Cadet.” 

 She shook her head, continuing to swallow moans. 

 There was a pressure building somewhere inside her abdomen. It was small and unfamiliar, but provided a sense of urgency she didn’t understand how to act on. 

 “You can’t keep quiet forever,” Levi chided. 

 She hummed in the back of her throat as he continued thrusting his fingers inside her, and opened her eyes to glance at him. 

 Just like the night of her birthday, his eyes were waiting for her. Something in the steely grey darkened, a wicked sort of look crossed his face and she knew she was in trouble. 

 A yelp tore through her as he cocked his fingers inside her, poking at something inside her that made the pressure grow. 

 “AAah!” She couldn’t stop the half-screech she let loose as he continued fucking his digits into her, finishing his thrust with a quick ‘come hither’ motion, only to pull back and thrust again. 

 “There she is, good,” Levi smiled again, a devilish thing. “Good girl.” 

 His praise made her eyes nearly roll to the back of her skull. 

 “C-captain..” 

 He quickened his pace, his hand on her hip squeezing as they rolled with his thrusts. It was like her body was on autopilot, the urgency was growing with the pressure inside her, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning anymore. 

 “Captain!” She grasped the back of his head, fingers digging into his scalp. 

 He stared up at her like a starved man, eyes twinkling and breath ragged. 

 “Yeah,” he huffed. 

 “I… I-“ she was blabbering now, “somethings… happening- I don’t know-“ 

 “Yes,” he hissed. “C’mon. Give it to me.” 

 The pressure grew and grew, quicker than it had before, and a mild panic took her. 

 “Levi!” She cried. “Please, I-“ 

 “Cum for me.” He breathed to her lips, eyes wide with wonder. 

 And she did. 

 The pressure released, and waves of sharp pleasure rolled through her insides in quick succession. Her walls clenched and clenched around his fingers, and he slowed their pace, still prodding at that spot within her. 

 The pulses started to slow, and her mouth closed from it’s silent scream. 

 “Mmmm.” He took her lips into another kiss. “There you go, sweetheart, you take it so well.” 

 The pulsing slowed to a stop, and so did he. 

 “I…” Rae caught her breath. “What the…?” 

 Levi chuckled deeply in his throat. “Didn’t know you could do that, did you?”

 “I… I don’t do that… what you did.” She said sheepishly. 

 “Oh?” He said. “So what,” he pulled his fingers from her hole, and quickly circled them on her clit with the lightest pressure. “You usually do this?” 

 “HaAh!” She jumped with the stimulation, body rocking forward, throwing her head to his shoulder. 

 He added pressure, whispering filthy encouragement in her ear. 

 You’re doing so well 

 So good for me

 You came for me so quick last time, what’s taking so long? 

 C’mon sweetheart, give it to me. 

 This was a pressure she was familiar with, and when her heartbeat transferred itself to her clit as she came, she knew she would never replicate such a feeling on her own. 

 His fingers slowed, but didn’t stop, and her body jerked and twitched as he worked her through it, teasing her when he knew it was too much, gentle strokes leaving her whining and nearly drooling onto his shoulder. 

 He pulled her face back to his with his dry hand, kissing her long and deep. She moaned into the kiss, and felt his sharp exhale of contentment fan across her cheek through his nose. 

 Rae stared as he pulled back and brought the fingers that were inside her to his mouth, licking them clean in long, broad strokes of his tongue. Her walls clenched around nothing as he brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked. 

 “Oh fuck.” She breathed. 

 ‘Mmm.” He smirked after he pulled them from his mouth, bringing them towards her lips. “Here, have a taste.” 

 Her mouth eagerly opened for him, latching around his digits with light suction. She wasn’t dense, she knew he was imagining what her mouth would feel like elsewhere, but the faint taste of her own arousal mixed with his saliva was intoxicating. 

 She needed more. 

 It was her who rushed into the kiss this time, her tongue chasing his to obtain more of this new mixture of them, it was brighter there than on his fingers. 

 “Levi…” she breathed into his open mouth. She could feel his cock straining in his slacks, and she rubbed herself along it, reviling in the way his breath stuttered against her lips. 

 “Fuh-fuck,” his hands pushed her from him, her feet finding the soft of the rug again. “I can’t… just-“

 “Just get these fucking off, now.” He nearly ripped her panties in his haste to get them off her body, her stumbling steps out of them were their only salvation.

 Levi pulled her back onto him from the small of her back, the other hand working at freeing his cock from its restraints. 

 Rae suddenly felt nervous. She really hadn’t seen many penises, aside from sexual health diagrams and the harvest festival boy, but even the glimpse she got from his was disappointing to say the least. She wanted so badly to look down at him, despite her nerves. To see what she had been rubbing herself on, what had gotten her off 8 days prior. 

 She bit her lip and looked down, figuring she might as well get it over with before it entered her body. 

 She was almost disappointed at how not disappointed she was. 

 She could say with the utmost certainty, that despite never seeing any others, Levi Ackerman had the prettiest cock out of any man alive. 

 Were cocks even considered pretty? 

 Levi would later go on to tell her that, yes they could be perceived that way, and it wasn’t the first time his had been referred to as such.

 It was darker along the shaft, but still that shade of pale that was so undoubtedly Levi. His tip flushed the perfect shade of pink as he gave a few short tugs to himself. 

 “Can I touch you?” 

 It seemed she would continue to surprise Levi, her boldness in the question, yes. But it was also the question itself; people rarely asked, just acted. 

 “Go head, pretty girl.” He murmured. He released himself, letting his length stand proud between their bodies. 

 She flushed at the praise once more, her head swimming with what was yet to come. Despite her bold question, her fingers timidly found their way around the smooth skin of his cock. 

 “You feel like velvet,” she whispered in awe. 

 He watched her as she looked down, experimenting with him gently. After running her fingertips along a prominent vein, she closed her fingers around him and gave a soft squeeze, earning an abnormal inhale from Levi, but nothing more. 

 The dark thing inside her pawed at its confines, ‘More.’ It demanded. 

 So Rae added pressure and jerked him slowly, always a quick learner, she followed the pattern he’d made when he’d touched himself briefly, down, then pull up with a little twist of the wrist, making sure to pull the foreskin over the head on the upstroke. 

 Around the fifth stroke, a small, deep sound rumbled in Levi’s throat, and after the 11th, he gripped her wrist to a halt. 

 “I need…” he hesitated. “I’m not going to last if you want to-“

 She let him go, finding his worry rather endearing. 

 Levi’s voice was still husky and coarse, “that is, if you want to.”

 She looked into his eyes, and found that he was genuine. If she really wanted to stop here, he’d do so. In his eyes she found a trust that took root, and she knew that it would grow and flourish into something strong and beautiful.

 “Captain.” She said,

 “Cadet,” he retorted. 

 “I want you.” It came out more breathy than she’d intended. 

 The deviance returned to her captain's face. “Where do you want me, Cadet?” 

 Her face grew hotter, whether from the excessive use of their titles, a burning reminder of how much she (and apparently he as well,) enjoyed the power imbalance, or the thought of telling the captain where she wanted him. 

 In my bed, forever.

Over me,

Under me,

In my hands,

Squeezed in my grip.

On my body,

Inside my mouth, 

On the tip of my tongue 

Inside me so completely I can’t think of anything else-

“Please,” she whined instead, loving the chase. 

 Levi loved a select number of things, Tea being an obvious choice, silence, the satisfying crunch of a bone breaking underfoot, there was even an open spot on the list, pulsing and twitching inside him at the way his heart felt right now, it was screaming ‘fill me’ louder than Rae’s eyes were. 

 However, If there was one thing Levi surely loved, it was the chase. 

 “I need you to tell me, Cadet.” He said. “Where?”

 He pushed the tip of his cock through her soaking slit, nudging her clit. “Here?”

 She cried out at the stimulation again, still buzzing from her earlier orgasms. “Fuck, Levi please.” 

 “Oh,” he grinned something akin to a wolf before striking its prey. “I see-“

 He pushed his length down slightly, the head just resting against her entrance. 

 “-You want me here.”

 She was stiff as a board, waiting for him to breach her, ready for the pain, the pleasure, for anything, really. 

 “Levi,” she whined. 

 “Cadet.” 

 She scowled at him the best she could. “Please, I need it.” 

 He tutted at her, “only good girls get cock, and you seem to be forgetting my title.”

 The thing inside her snarled. 

 “The rules in my office will stay the same, Cadet, regardless of attire, or lack thereof.” He was really trying to get her now, and she had not come this far to be teasingly denied any longer. 

 “Say my name, Levi. It’s not ‘Cadet.’” She said,

 He cocked his head mockingly. “Say my title, Cadet. It’s not that hard.”

 Her eyes darkened, but he seemed to not take her seriously, chuckling a deep; “you are adorable, honestly, you rrrrr-“ 

 Whatever he had left to say was cut short by her weight falling, and her silky walls swallowing his cock inch by inch as she sunk down on him. When the stretch ached, but didn’t burn, didn’t hurt, her confidence exploded. 

 “-rrrRae-“ he gasped against her lips as she held his head close, staring into his eyes as she sat until he bottomed out. 

 “Fuck.” He huffed. “You’re so tight.”

 She wriggled her hips slightly, pulling a moan from each of them.

 “You’re so…” she lifted experimentally, crying out into the room as she came back down harder than intended. “…b-big.”

 “Fuck.” Levi repeated, light and breathy, his head lolling against the back of the couch.

 She looked down, the patch of neatly trimmed hair at his base was brushing against her own, they were so close. 

 He was inside her. 

 Levi was inside her and she was on top of him. 

 The dark thing inside her purred. 

 “Who’s adorable now?” She rocked forward, biting her lip to keep from shouting out how fucking amazing he felt. 

 His breath was loud and heavy, “R-Ra-eyy- hah-“ he stuttered quietly, his voice reaching an octave she’d never heard from him. 

 “Remind me again, Levi,” she emphasized her lack of manners with a particularly rough rock against him. “F-fuck. Remind me again, what is it that only good girls get?”

 Her eyes rolled back as his hands squeezed her hips, almost guiding them as she moved. 

 “Mmmmmm,” he moaned. “Ha- fuck. I said only good girls get cock.” 

 He hissed as she circled her hips experimentally, “well, Levi. It looks like I’ve been very, hmn- oh fuck- very bad.” She moaned through it, attempting to keep her mocking tone straight. 

 “So why is it that I’m getting cock?” She slowed to a stop, and something in Levi snapped. 

 “You think this is getting cock, little girl?” The shock of entering her ebbed away, replaced by absolute pleasure, and lust filled rage; she wasn’t going to win so easily.

 The game had only just begun. 

 “I’ll show you what getting cock feels like.”

 Before she could process his words, his cock thrust its way into her, ripping a scream from her throat that he silenced with his fingers, all four shoved in, taking the sting from her bite as she tried to control her noises. 

 He fucked into her with reckless abandon, his mind reeling at the feeling of finally fucking her, finally feeling her pretty little cunt swallowing his cock. There was a twinge of disgust, the part of him that thought that he was filthy and perverted for enjoying fucking into her.  

 Another part of him was taking over, however. It was the part of him that yearned for physical touch, for connection, the part that begged him to give in. 

 He had a hard time saying no when someone begged. 

 Rae drooled around his fingers, her cries muffled, eyes rolling back into her head. She felt so full, it was like he was splitting her in two. Over and over his hips snapped to hers, hard and sharp, but she could tell he was holding something back. 

 She managed to wriggle his fingers from her mouth, her spit coating them and running down her chin.  

 “Please, Captain,” he groaned at her plea, his hips stuttering slightly. 

 “Please,” Rae whined again. “More, I can take it.” 

 Levi’s eyes widened slightly, “really? You think you can take it?” 

 She nodded, face still scrunched up in pleasure. 

 Levi grabbed her hips and threw her onto the plush of the old couch. The new emptiness inside her ached, and she wanted nothing more than for it to be filled once again. 

 He crawled over her, and she wanted to run her teeth along the muscles of his arms, to lick the light sheen from his collarbones. Rae wanted to worship this moment, this man above her with everything in her soul. 

 “I thought you were a smart girl, Rae?” He said.

 “I-“ she stuttered. “I am!” 

 “Smart girls don’t ask for more than they can handle.”

 I’ll make you eat those words, she wanted to say, but the moment his cock pushed into her, filling up all that empty, lonely space; her words escaped her. 

 Well- coherent words, that is. 

 “I- ahHha! Oh, nnn- ah!” He must’ve really thought her to be stupid now, she was babbling; releasing any and every noise at the way he was fucking into her with his hands beside her head and that dark look in his eyes, she was certain her face was displaying an amusing array of emotions. 

 Levi chuckled with a snap of his hips, “that enough for you?” 

 He was still holding back- she knew it. She wanted to rip into him and tear out that dark, filthy thing he let loose the night of her birthday. 

 She shook her head, loose hair falling out of her ponytail, and looked him hard in the eyes. 

 “Levi, give it to me.” She whispered. 

 He chewed on his lip for a moment before he took a deep breath. He leaned in close, and  Rae shivered at his breath and the feeling of his cock shifting inside her. 

 “What’s your least favourite season?” He asked. 

 “Summer.” She said without hesitation. 

 He smiled a soft thing, amused by her eagerness to please him. “If you need to stop for any reason, you say summer.” 

 She was a little confused, why couldn’t she just say stop? If she couldn’t take it, she could just tell him right? 

 Levi’s eyes were twinkling as he watched the gears turn in Rae’s mind. When her eyes met his again, she stopped and stared, the last cog clicking into place. 

 “Oh,” she whispered. “Okay.” 

 Well, she did want the dark and filthy.

 He smirked at her, “Good girl.” 

 He threw her legs over his shoulders, legs dangling as her calves rested on the delicious trapezius muscle connecting his neck and shoulder.

 She squealed as he leaned forward, pushing at her thighs until her knees were nearly at her shoulders.

 The angle pushed his cock so deep her left foot gave an involuntary kick upward as the little twinge of pain racked through her. 

 “Ahhhhh-“ but the pain quickly melted as he rolled his hips slowly, his cock just brushing the deepest points inside her. ”Oh, fuck, fuck.” 

 Levi couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, but if her pleasure was anywhere near the feeling of her tight walls swallowing him up, tensing and twitching as they adjusted to him, he knew exactly how she felt. 

 “Here, sweet girl,” he guided her hands to the back of her knees, “hold yourself up.” 

 She did as she was told, gripping so hard she thought she might leave bruises of her own. 

 Levi leaned closer, drinking in the way she keened at the motion. He licked and nipped and sucked at the soft skin of her throat, whispering at her as he went. 

 “I want to cover you with my marks,” he said, sucking beneath her ear. 

 “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk right.”

 She whined, pleading for him to do just that. 

 “Oh, fuck.” His voice came out all breathy this time, rolling hips as she clenched around him. “I’m going to ruin you, no one will ever compare.”

 I don’t think anyone ever could. She tried to speak the words, but all that rolled off her saliva soaked tongue was a high pitched “please.”

 “Just remember you asked for it,” he growled. 

 Her nails dug crescent moon shapes in the backs of her knees as he started his brutal pace. Her heels tap, tap, tapped against his shoulder blades with the motions. 

 With this new angle, it felt as if he was tearing through her very being, leaving pleasure and carnage in his wake. The velocity in which his hips snapped against hers was astounding, each thrust sending stars to her eyes and unflattering noises to her throat, which all came tumbling out when that new coil inside her twisted and burned. 

 “Such pretty noises…” Levi’s voice was strained but still laced with undeniable sin. 

 “You might want to keep it down though, little one,” he chuckled. “Do you want everyone to know you’re being a little slut for your captain?” 

 She could feel the way her body clenched around him. “oh, fuck.” 

 “Oh, does someone like that?” He asked. “Do you like when I call you out on what a little whore you’re being?” 

 His voice was so low, so deep. She couldn’t stop the arch in her back, the way her hands fumbled and pulled at the couch, desperate for something to hold her down so she wouldn’t float away. 

 She did like it, she loved it in fact, she loved the power he had over her, she loved this new side of him she’d never experienced. He was talkative, his focus solely on her. He was being…almost… sweet, too. 

 That was the unexpected part. The degradation, the dirty talk, the stamina she could’ve guessed. But the way his eyes sparkled when he looked down at her? The way he overlooked the sweat and the cursing and thrashing and just kept fucking into her, going and going until she- 

 “Captain,” she breathed, “captain- lev- levi-I think I’m gonna cum.” 

 “Oh?” His teeth ground into his bottom lip, keeping his own sounds from spilling onto her. “You think?”

 His words were once again accompanied by harsh, deep thrusts that sent her keening, her fingers losing their grip on her legs, head thrown back in ecstasy. 

 “Ah, ahh!” She breathed, “Levi… it’s..” 

 He kept going, harder and harder, feeling his own coil tighten as her walls clenched around him. 

 “You are going to cum,” he whispered against her lips, kissing them softly. “And when you do, you’re going to tell me exactly whose cock is making you cum so hard.” 

 “Y-you-“ Rae stuttered, that tight pressure was pushing at her again, hot and intense and relentless as he fucked her. 

 “Who?” He teased. 

 “You! Y-your cock-“ her face scrunched, the pleasure screaming higher and higher, muddling her thoughts. “Your cock, Levi- C-cap-“ 

 “Cum for me. Say it, c’mon.” He growled at her, thrusting harder still. 

 “Captain Levi!” She squealed, louder and higher in pitch than she intended, as her orgasm slammed through her. 

 It pulsed like before, only this time harder and tighter. Her walls fluttered around his cock, and it just kept going as he did, waves and waves of it ripping through her core. 

 She babbled as he fucked her through it, how it was his cock, his cock that was making her cum, cum so hard, so good, thank you captain, so hard.

 “Fuck..” Levi was nearing his limit, the intensity of her orgasm pushing him towards his own. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” 

 “I wanna feel it.” Rae whimpered. 

 Levi faltered, looking down at her lust blown features, feeling the heat from the panting breaths she released across his perspiring skin. It was almost enough to make him cum, almost. 

 “What?” He asked her, his thrusts slowing ever so slightly. 

 “Inside,” she whined. “I wanna feel it when you cum.”

 “Fuck, Rae- you-“ 

 “Please, Captain.” She moved her hands from her legs to his face, brushing aside a strand of hair with her fingertips. “Please cum inside me.” 

 It was the softness of the gesture, the smallness of her tone, and the plea itself that did him in. It hit him like a loose brick, slamming through his gut until he burst, his cock jumping inside her, pumping her full of him. 

 She gasped as she felt it, his warmth spilling inside her. He gave a few weaker thrusts to work himself through, relishing the breathy whines they pulled from Rae. 

 “Fuck…” he gave one last push before he pulled out completely, shifting back as he spread her thighs wide. 

 “Look at you, pretty girl.” He murmured to the room, not to her, as if entranced. “You took it so well.” 

 “It's warm…” she mumbled, giving a little ‘ah!’ When an aftershock pushed some of the sticky white out of her. 

 She jolted when he ran his fingers along her, scooping up what tried to escape. 

 “Ah, ah, ah,” he said. “No messes on my furniture without permission.” 

 Rae’s stomach fluttered at his words, despite what had just transpired between them. Levi lifted his fingers, bringing them to her lips, and she opened obediently, licking and sucking his cum from them. 

 “Good girl.” He smiled softly. “Come here, give me a taste.” 

 She was confused for a moment, but it faded as soon as his tongue dipped into her mouth, and he kissed her so deeply she forgot to breathe. 

 She groaned into the kiss, the filthy nature of it set her face on fire, the heat creeping down to her ears and neck.

 “Levi…” she whispered as he pulled from her. His eyes were filled with that open wonder again, like she hung the moon and stars, lit the night sky up just for him. 

 “We’ve much to discuss, but for now, we’d best get you clean.” 

 ——

He cleaned her in his surprisingly deep soaker tub, rubbing her shoulders and washing her hair.

 “If you tell anyone I was this soft on you, I’ll toss you from the wall.”

 She’d giggled at that. 

 He’d told her about the kind of relationship he would like to explore with her; the rules and expectations and contracts, the give and take for the both of them. Levi was honest and open, and made sure Rae knew it was much more than some transactional thing.

 “I take this very seriously,” he stated, his stony demeanor was back, save for a softness around his eyes. “We can start this slowly, cautiously, and at any point you would like out, you need only say so.” 

 “Levi,” she started, only to receive a firm stare. 

 “Captain,” he released his hold on her eyes as she continued. “I want this.” 

 She fiddled with a button on the loose shirt he’d given her to wear, “I want you.”

 “Alright then, little dove,” he smirked. “But don’t say I didn't warn you.”

[transguygardner]

GUYLOBO WEEK 2024!!!

Day 1: AUs

Day 2: AUs

Day 3: AUs

Day 4: AUs

Day 5: AUs

Day 6: AUs

Day 7: Free Day

The themes this year is all AUs!

Why? I thought it would be fun. Also I realized that I have 52 GuyLobo AUs and thought this would be a fun time to show them off.

As always Day 1 starts on February 16th. The event will run from 2/16-2/22 ending on my birthday. As always tag with guyloboweek or @ me.

Leading up to the event I'm going to be showcasing my AUs each day so that everyone can get a feel for them if they don't want to come up with their own AUs. Under the cut will be the full typed list of them and the unedited map of the GuyLobo Verse

EDIT: guylobo week is going to be postponed due to the global strike happening from February 18th through the 25th. the new dates for guylobo week is March 11th through March 17th. aka the guylobo anniversary.

Earth 13: Official Magic Guys earth

Earth 18: Official Justice Riders earth

Earth 26: Official home of Captain Carrot

Earth 27: Official home of the Jurassic League

Earth 47: Official home of the Love Syndicate

Earth 69: Leather Wolf/Leather Bunny

Earth 83: DnD Party AU

Earth 96: MLP AU

Earth 102: Cats AU

Earth 108: Flamingos AU

Earth 118: Muppets AU

Earth 134: Raising Arizona AU

Earth 148: Mamma Mia AU

Earth 156: The Nice Guys AU

Earth 205: Wrestling AU

Earth 221: LoZ BotW Princess!Lobo AU

Earth 222: LoZ BotW Zora!Lobo AU

Earth 223: LoZ BotW Ganon!Lobo AU

Earth 246: Bounty Hunters AU

Earth 247: Disco Elysium Parody

Earth 301: Ancient Greece AU

Earth 310: Buddy Thunderstruck AU

Earth 383: Pokemon AU

Earth 476: Knights/Medieval AU

Earth 506: Crabs AU

Earth 512: Fantasy Life AU

Earth 530: Mermay AU

Earth 566: Adventure Time AU

Earth 616: Venom AU

Earth 724: The Littlest Pet Shop AU

Earth 747: Raising Rip AU

Earth 843: Splatoon AU

Earth 942: Divorce Wars

Earth 1031: Halloween AU

Earth 1207: Star Trek AU

Earth 1225: The Nutcracker AU

Earth 1350: Lego AU

Earth 1441: Animal Crossing AU

Earth 1756: The Bastard and the Beast

Earth 1875: Old Man Guy AU

Earth 1952: Ducktales AU

Earth 1989: Teachers AU

Earth 1999: Neopets AU

Earth 2007: High School AU

Earth 2191: Cadet Courage AU

Earth 5475: Sentai AU

Earth 8248: The Borrowers AU

Earth 8410: Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt AU

Earth 45827: Green Lantern the Animated Series AU

Earth 46773: Centaurs AU

Earth 228269: Catboys AU

Earth 437125: My Main DC AU

The official DC multiverse map section with the earths I'm using accidentally got deleted while I was making the big image so no copy of that but the relevant earths are completely in frame so...

Anyways... good luck and have fun!

[glassesandswords]

Ease Our Burden

Summary:

Late at night, the Survey Corps veterans head to a bar after wrapping up their year-end paperwork. What happens after a few glasses of alcohol is just plain chaos.

( When I read one of Erwin's official smartpass AUs, I wondered what kind of shenanigans the scouts pulled in the bar they headed off to after work. This is a story I've been wanting to write for so long, as drunk vets live in my mind rent free. Hope you like it.)

Originally posted in Ao3  and dedicated to @someonestolemyshoes

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It was late at night when the wooden door of the bar creaked open, the sound of raucous laughter and footsteps spilling in. The old barkeeper looked up from his counter to see the veterans of the Survey Corps entering his almost-empty establishment, headed by their commander, Erwin Smith.

He gave a quiet nod to him. Soldiers frequented this bar often, as it was the closest to the military quarters. His eyes went towards the two Military Police soldiers sipping their beers in one corner of the room. The barkeeper had planned to close for the night after the MPs left, but now that the Scouts were here, he did not mind tending to the bar a little longer. Besides, he knew Erwin well from his cadet corps days- days that felt so long ago now.

The Scouts settled down noisily around a large round table, dragging in chairs from the other empty tables to fit them all. The barkeeper recognized quite a few of them. The loud, bespectacled brunette was Hange Zoe, someone who was poked fun of by the MPs and Garrison soldiers alike on a regular basis in the bar. She was a usual topic of gossip and trash-talk, as he had seen the customers mimicking her for some laughs, as if they were trying to talk to the captured titans in the same way that one would approach a pet.

His gaze trailed to the short man next to Erwin, the infamous Captain Levi, humanity’s strongest soldier. Rumors- fueled by drinks- always spread like wildfire around the bar, and even the barkeeper himself had heard whispers of how the captain was, earlier, a thug from the underground. As for how much truth the rumor contained, he did not know.

Captain Levi sat opposite Mike Zacharias, the tall section commander who was one of Erwin’s longest comrades in the Scouts. He could not recollect the names of the four others- two men and two women- as well, although he supposed he might have seen their faces somewhere before. After all, these soldiers were the best that humanity had to offer- for going outside the walls to face the titans and exterminating them required immense internal courage. The barkeeper could never imagine him voluntarily putting himself through such an ordeal. No, he was happy here just doing his family business.

Erwin walked over to the old barkeeper and enquired about his day with gentle familiarity. The barkeeper answered in like. He remembered the times all those years ago when he’d come over there with Nile Doc, the current commander of the Military Police, to stir up some trouble in the bar and to steal looks at the pretty barmaid- Marie was her name, he believed- during the evenings after their training.

His lips involuntarily quirked up with a smile at that memory. What a rowdy bunch they were.

“What would you and your team like tonight?” he asked Erwin.

“A glass of whiskey for me,” he said and turned back to the others. “What about you all?”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Levi replied, looking bored.

“I’ll have some simple lemonade,” the short blonde haired woman said.

“Can I get a mug of beer?” Hange piqued, “I’m in the mood for some beer today.”

“I’ll have whatever Section Commander Hange is having as well,” said the tall man who sat on Hange’s other side.

“Alright, two beers and one lemonade for Nanaba then,” Erwin said. “What about you Gelgar, Marlene and Mike?”

The other two grinned, “Mike’s going to choose for us.”

At that, Mike stood up and approached him. “May I check your collection out?” he asked politely in his deep voice, towering over the old barkeeper. The barkeeper craned his neck to look up at him and nodded timidly.

Mike hopped on the counter and crossed his legs to the other side with ease. He ran a finger through the array of glass bottles, gleaming in the soft yellow lighting of the bar. Keeping his face close to the bottles, he took a sniff now and then as he went through the assortment of liquors.

The barkeeper let him do his thing as he poured the beer and whiskey in their glasses and chopped up a lemon to make Nanaba’s lemonade.

“Ah… I’m relieved that we are finally here,” he heard Hange’s husky, drawn out voice from their table. “All that year-end paperwork sucked the soul out of me. To balance it out, let’s have some fun tonight, shall we?”

“I’m curious,” Marlene replied, “What do you have in mind?”

“We are going to get Erwin as drunk as possible. I wanna see what embarrassing stories spout out of his mouth.”

Erwin gave a small chuckle. “A brave quest. Good luck with that.”

“You don’t need to get Erwin drunk to embarrass himself,” Levi drawled. “Just place him in the midst of the younger cadets and ask him to make small talk. You’ll watch him flounder like a fish out of water.”

“There sure is a generational gap, but I’m not that old, Levi.”

“Bullshit. You scared away my entire squad that day when you tried to be friendly with them.”

“I was just trying out a change in approach rather than my usual authoritative tone. It is important to connect with the younger-”

“Right, right, I get it. But you should know you suck at that. Just keep doing what you do and you’ll be fine.”

Another smile stemmed from Erwin. “I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

The barkeeper walked over to their table with the tray of drinks in his hand, as all his waiters had left for home already. He set the glasses and mugs in front of them.

“You know what would be a great idea?” Hange’s voice filled the room again. “Let’s have a drinking contest between Moblit and Gelgar. I want to see which one of you two is the fastest to chug three mugs of beer in one go.”

“I place my bets on Gelgar,” Nanaba quipped.

“Gelgar is obviously going to win, this guy is a straight-up drunkard if I’ve ever seen one,” Marlene chuckled. Gelgar, despite his weak protests, seemed quite confident in himself and eager to take part. Moblit, on the other hand, looked resigned- like he was forcibly dragged into yet another messy situation he’d rather not be in, but had no choice but to appease his superiors by participating.

Hange put an aggressive arm around Moblit’s shoulder. “You all underestimate Moblit’s drinking capacity,” she chided, “I’d bet my life on him winning this contest.”

“You do realize his chronic alcoholism stems from your recklessness, right?” Levi asked dryly.

Hange ignored him. “Get the beers rolling!” she signaled the barkeeper with her hand. “Let’s see who downs them the fastest!”

As the others banged their fists on the wooden table yelling chug chug chug, egging the two of them on as they gulped down the mugs of foaming beer, Mike and Erwin checked out the wine selection. Even though the barkeeper was used to their shenanigans, he was still weirded out by seeing Mike sniff at each bottle and give his smirk rating. Apparently, the wider the smirk, the better the liquor.

This went on for a while till Mike’s nose finally rested on an expensive bottle of plum wine. He gave the widest smirk he could muster and nodded his shaggy head at Erwin. The commander took the bottle from him and examined it.

“What’s this one?”

“The Reeves company’s finest plum wine, sir. I’ll have to warn you that it’s very strong. And a little on the pricier side.”

A commotion from the table made them look back at Hange who let out a delighted, victorious cheer, jumping and punching her fist in the air as Nanaba and Marlene rolled their heads, moaning in disappointment. “Pay up,” Hange declared, as the other two pulled out their wallets amidst the grumbles.

“We’ll have this then,” Erwin turned towards Mike. “I’ll pay. Consider this a thank you gift from my end. You have all done so much to help me, so I wish to treat you all to something good tonight.”

Mike crossed the bar counter to the other side and slapped a broad hand on Erwin’s shoulder. “Thank you,” he said, his lips forming a smile that was way more heartfelt than one of his usual smirks. “Let’s go share this with everyone.”

There were whoops from the rest of the table as Erwin and Mike brought over the wine and uncorked it. Glasses, the barkeeper remembered, I have to take some glasses over and-

He stopped, his hand paused over the tray as he saw Mike chug down the wine straight from the bottle. Swiping the back of his palm over his mouth, he passed the bottle on to Hange, who took a deep gulp and handed it over to Levi.

The barkeeper watched in disbelief at the sheer disrespect towards the expensive wine as it got passed on to Erwin, who drank it in the same way. Apparently, he wasn’t the only flabbergasted one, as the two MPs on the other side of the room went quiet, their expressions scrunched as they watched all the veteran Scouts drink from the same bottle without a care in the world.

He did not have enough time to dwell on that, though, as Hange stalked over to the counter, looking slightly dazed. “That was good,” she said as she sat on a stool in front of him, “A little stronger than I expected, but I’m not complaining.” She rested her elbows on the countertop and leaned forward towards the barkeeper as if she were about to share a secret, her breath smelling strongly of the plum wine as she whispered, “Moblit’s birthday is coming up and I want to gift him something good. What are your recommendations?”

As the barkeeper put forth a few bottles of good liquor on the table, the door opened with a creak and an old man with salt and pepper hair entered the bar, his eyes darting outside as if to check that he wasn’t being watched by anyone. Once satisfied that he was alone, he walked into the room and sat on a stool next to Hange. One look at his wrinkle-webbed face and Hange let out a surprised sound.

“Commander Pixys?”

Pixys placed a finger on his lips. “I’m undercover,” he whispered, pointing towards his salt and pepper wig. “If Anka finds out I’m here, I’m screwed big time.”

“Don’t worry,” Hange smirked, “Your secret is safe with me.”

The barkeeper poured a glass of whiskey to Pixys as Hange sifted through the bottles, almost as meticulously as Mike did, minus the sniffing or smirking part. The old Garrison commander took this as an opportunity to strike up a conversation with the scout.

“I heard your titan experiments are yielding results,” he said over his glass, “How did you manage to capture two of them without any casualties?”

“We lured them to the walls and used spiked nets to pin them to the ground,” Hange replied cheerfully.

“As expected from the Survey Corps’ genius.”

“No, no,” Hange waved off his compliment with a light chuckle. “None of this would have been possible without Erwin’s support and Levi squad’s contribution. They did most of the work.”

“You’re too humble,” Pixys shook his head, his wig sliding down a little as he did. “You know what would be a better contribution to humanity, though?”

“Hm?”

“If you researched wine with as much passion as you have towards the titans,” he said as Hange laughed. “Just imagine the breakthroughs you’d come up with that the world can benefit from.”

“How about we combine the two of them together?” Hange proposed. “Think about it, we can make the ultimate Titan-wine!”

“Huh? How is that possible?”

“We can dig a pit outside the wall and fill it with a giant tub full of berries,” Hange went on in her half-drunk state. “Then we lure the titans to fall into the pit, resulting in them stomping the berries into pulp. Once they do the grunt work, we can dispatch Levi and Mike to kill them off. Their bodies would evaporate, leaving no trace of them on the wine. Who knows- the heat might enhance the flavour as well…”

Pixys threw his head back and laughed, patting Hange on her back.

“This is exactly why humanity needs you!”

During his thirty long years of running the bar, the barkeeper had heard many questionable conversations, but this was probably the most bizarre one of them all- considering it was one between a commander and a section commander of the military. He thanked his stars as Hange broke off the conversation after selecting the wine she needed with Pixys’ insight. Wrapping the selected bottle in brown paper, he handed it to Hange, who paid for it separately.

Once Hange left to join her comrades, the barkeeper poured another glass of whiskey for Pixys. Now that his conversation partner had left the table, he started talking to him instead.

“It’s so rare to see them having fun like that,” he said, looking wistfully at the Survey Corps, who were hooting and catcalling at Erwin as he loosened a few buttons on his collar with a lazy smile on his chiseled face. “It’s hard to maintain sanity and optimism when you see your dear friends get killed in front of you during every expedition.” He took a deep drink of his whiskey. “Maybe that’s why they are so optimistic. They decided to spend whatever limited time they have left enjoying each other’s company.”

The door opened again, the sound drowned by the chaos from the scouts table. A red-haired woman strode towards the counter in a huff, frustrated anger written all over her face.

“Found you.”

Pixys winced as his aide, Anka, grabbed him by his ear and dragged him out of the bar, paying no attention to his miserable pleas.

“At least let me finish that drink-”

“You weren’t supposed to drink in the first place! Did you really think you could hide under that stupid wig of yours? I’ve known you for years, you know, and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life changing your diapers if you end up stuck in a hospital bed.”

The door closed after them. The salt and pepper wig lay on the wooden floor, having slipped from Pixys’ bald head while he struggled against Anka’s steering grip.

The Survey Corps paid no heed to the struggle or the aftermath of the fallen wig as they were too busy goading Nanaba to dance for them.

“Alright, alright,” Nanaba gave in with a laugh, “Just a few steps, but only if some of you guys join me.”

She pulled Marlene up on her feet, while Hange needed no prompting. After downing yet another shot of whiskey, they let themselves loose, snapping their fingers and shaking their bodies to the rhythmic clicks and claps of the rest. Nanaba really was good at it, and the barkeeper did not miss Mike’s longing glance at her.

Their laughter and whoops were interrupted rather rudely by one of the MPs who stood up and glared at them.

“Tch,” he said, his face twisted in disgust at the Scouts, “Can’t have a moment of peace and quiet in here. Stupid scouts, always kicking up a ruckus wherever they go.”

The other MP, however, did not seem so wasted, considering he was tugging the drunk one’s shirt, subtly signaling him to stand down. They were in the presence of the commander and the section commanders of the Survey Corps after all.

The drunk one did not seem to care about their ranks. “Go on,” he jeered, to the now quiet table, “Drink away all our taxes. That’s all that you all are good for either way.”

“What’s your problem?” Levi growled, his sharp gaze trained on him.

The drunk MP waved a hand at them. “Y’all are the problem,” he said, his words slurring together, “To the ‘ntire society. You Scouts are a sham in the name of soldiers. The world would be a better place if you imposters got eaten by the titans y’all love so much.”

There was pin drop silence in the bar. The barkeeper felt his blood pressure rise steadily as the air thickened with tension. The drunk MP, however, did not seem to notice the predatory looks trained on him, unlike the other MP, who desperately hissed at him to shut up already.

“The Survey Corps is too grand a name for what is nothing but a funeral parade,” he went on obliviously. “All you are paid to do is to lead a bunch of stupid, starry eyes idealistic brats that join your dumb regiment to their gruesome deaths in the maws of those titans. At least that saves some resources inside the walls for sane people to live-”

His words were cut short by a strangled choke as Hange strode towards him and lifted him up by his collar.

The barkeeper rushed out of the counter to mediate the situation, but froze on his tracks when he glimpsed the absolute fury in the section commander’s eyes.

“Hange,” Erwin warned, but she paid no heed. Her stare was fixed on the MP’s wild eyes as he struggled to get out of her powerful, vice-like grip.

“Do you know why you MPs can live such comfortable lives within the walls?” she asked, her voice shaking with barely contained rage. “It’s because we, the Survey Corps, risk our lives to seek the knowledge that can give humanity a chance at survival. We are humanity’s spear- fighting in the front lines so that you can meekly settle down behind the walls with a family.”

As the MP clawed desperately at her hands, she shook him harder and flung him across the bar with a grunt. To the barkeeper’s horror, he crashed right on the table they were occupying earlier. The table upturned and the beer glasses shattered, amber liquor soaking the wooden floor.

Hange was still glaring at them as she was pulled back by the combined efforts of Moblit and Mike.

“If you can’t learn to show some gratitude towards the fallen, at least learn to shut up.”

The MPs scurried out of the bar immediately after. The sober one shoved a wad of excess cash into the barkeeper’s palms before he dragged his drunk friend from the establishment. Erwin apologized to him on Hange’s behalf and assured that he’d pay for the damages caused as the others tried to get Hange to calm down- which wasn’t working very well, as Moblit was the only one chiding her for being reckless while the others sat with a suppressed smile, smug satisfaction written clearly on their faces.

“Can't believe the gall of these MPs!” Hange ranted angrily, watching their backs as they left. “If you guys hadn't stopped me, I’d have climbed up on him and given a demonstration of how heroic Erwin looks as he rides a horse outside Wall Rose.” An overly exaggerated, determined look morphed her face as she saluted, hitting her fist to her heart with an amount of force enough to make the barkeeper flinch. “Dedicate your heart!” she declared, deepening her voice considerably, as if she were imitating the commander.

Marlene, Nanaba, Gelgar and Mike immediately responded with similar salutes and a ‘yessir’, while Erwin looked slightly red. A soft, huffing laugh caught their attention, and all eyes turned incredulously towards the source of the sound- Captain Levi.

Hange gasped loudly. “Somebody take the wine bottle away from Levi! He’s so drunk that he’s actually laughing.”

“Shut up, Four-eyes,” his signature scowl returned back to his face. “I'm a human being, not a brick wall.”

“I could easily have mistaken you for one.”

He rolled his eyes. “Sometimes, I wish I could get drunk just so that I don’t have to hear the shit that spouts out of your mouth all the time.”

“Ah, the things that some strong alcohol can do to others but not to poor Levi here. How unfortunate. But there’s a way to recreate that drunken state without alcohol, y’know? Just don’t sleep for ten days.”

“Joke’s on you, I'm an insomniac.”

“So is this your permanently drunken state?” Hange tapped on the commander’s arm, “Erwin, you should look into this. Imagine how much more powerful he would be if he got an adequate amount of sleep each night.”

“Wrong, Hange. Levi is probably this powerful because he doesn’t get any sleep.”

Hange let out a bark of laughter. “You might be right there.”

As their banter continued, Moblit approached the barkeeper. “If it’s not much of a problem, may I request a pencil and a piece of paper?” he asked.

“Sure, sir,” the barkeeper replied as he pulled out his notepad, tore a page and handed it over to him with a pencil he found lying around in the cash drawer. Moblit accepted it with thanks and made himself comfortable on one of the stools with a good view of the Scouts’ table. He started drawing, the pencil scratching on the paper as he made stroke after stroke.

The barkeeper looked on. Even if the sketch was a little shaky- probably because of the alcohol influence- there was no doubt that the man in front of him was an excellent artist. He rendered a near-perfect, dynamic portrait of the team of Scouts who were laughing over one of Erwin’s old stories. Moblit did take some artistic liberties here and there, making the Levi in the painting smile the way he did a while ago, Erwin relax with his loosened shirt collar and pleasant satisfaction gracing his face, Nanaba laugh as she looked over at Mike, and a drunk Gelgar and Marlene with droopy eyes and arms around each other, sharing a joke only they knew. Hange was, by far, the figure Moblit put the most effort into- apparent by how in-focus she looked in the portrait- with her striking dark hair, wide grin and the mischievous twinkle of her eyes behind the glasses.

“You are not drawing yourself with them?” the bartender asked.

Moblit blinked at him, as if it was something that did not occur to him before. From over the table, Hange waved, placing a palm on the side of her mouth as she called him.

“Moblit, collect your stuff, we are leaving.”

“Will be right with you, Section commander.”

He shook his head at the barkeeper, casting a fond look over at his comrades. “It’s alright,” he murmured, “I just wanted to capture this memory.” The barkeeper nodded as Erwin approached the counter to pay for the drinks as well as the shattered glasses. The rest of the Scouts got up and stretched themselves, collecting their bags and belongings from where they kept them on the floor. Once the payment was settled, Erwin thanked the barkeeper and left, the Scouts joining their commander as the door creaked open one last time.

With his final customers gone, the barkeeper counted the day’s earnings and shut down the bar for the night. As he stood outside the threshold to lock the door, his lips curled in a smile as he heard drunken singing drifting toward him from the end of the moonlit road.

Some things never change.

So ist es immer

We live under the burnt clouds

Ease our burden

Long is the night.

[whatgaviiformes]

Fic: lend me the courage of stars

Summary: It’s the anniversary of their mother’s death, and Gordon takes John out for an adventure at sea, so unlike his home in the skies, and yet so connected. Genre: Family, Angst - Warning for grief over Mom’s death Characters: Gordon, John Words: 6K Also connected to John’s birthday month extravaganza -and I think I hit a few :) A/N: Thank you to @godsliltippy, @the-original-sineater​, and @gumnut-logic​ for the support and read throughs (the many versions of). This wouldn’t be as solid without you. Thank for, Thunderfam, for reading, and continuing to support me as I’ve worked through the last few weeks. It’s been rough, still ongoing, but this fic - and the excitement to share it with you - has been an important constant I’ve been able to fall back on.  There are a few key references made that I’d like to note - First  - This fic draws from a book I read as a young adult by Madeleine L’Engle, called A Ring of Endless Light. If you’ve read the book or her works you may recognize a few references. The name Eddington comes from an important character in her novels. 

Second - This fic also draws from Nutty’s Kermadec AU, and, through it’s evolution, just kind of kept sliding into it. I am calling this Kermadec AU-djacent. If you have not yet read “We’ll Be Home for Christmas” you should.  Thanks for letting me play around with the boys and concepts you’ve built, Nutty.  Third -  Skipper wiggled her way in and wouldn’t let go. So, as part of this story, you all get to meet Gordon’s puppy, inspired by this post here, which was a  commissioned gift from Tippy. 

Music: The title “lend me the courage of stars”  does, in fact, come from a song!  “Lend Me the Courage of Stars” - by Lights and Motion YT | Spotify No lyrics, just emotions, the genre is cinematic, and I so adore the build in this one.  Phew - that was a long one, thanks for reading. The fic in full will be over at Ao3, link below. I’ll get around to FF. Edit - FF added below :) ----- It was not a normal Tracy welcome home.

Usually, John came home to one of two scenarios. Either the whole family (and way too many people at once) met him in the hangar. And if Gordon had anything to say about it, he’d be there like a stranger at the airport waiting for their party, one LARGE sign: Looking for - Ginger with a Bagel. Or, Space Cadet Carrot Top. Or, John’s current favorite, Vulcan in Disguise.

That last one had Virgil’s handwriting all over it. 

Or, there was no one to greet him at all between rescues, maintenance work, and their own unique hobbies and passion projects. And, sure, it was sometimes a bit lonely in those cases, but there were advantages too. It gave him time to rest until he felt more human, and only then would he embark on a sibling scavenger hunt. 

Today, it had simply been Gordon who met him upon arrival, at 1100 hours, sans airport sign, greeting him with his usual squid hug, but with a bit more squeeze behind it than normal. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” Gordon breathed into his shirt. “Terra firma not good enough for you?”

“Terra Firma is fine,” John quipped. “Gravity’s not.” Gordon gripped his chest tighter, and the pressure built behind his eyes. Behind those jokes was a scared child, a little boy who lost his mom too early in life and who needed his big brother’s support on the anniversary of her death. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, Gordon.”  Read at Ao3 Read at FF

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Que votre vie d’officier soit animée par l’engagement personnel, le travail et la compétence entretenue, la soif d’apprendre, la fraternité, l’ouverture d’esprit, l’honnêteté et le courage au quotidien, pour être des chefs respectés et suivis. (…) L’engagement sans limite de vos subordonnés et leur fierté de vous avoir pour chef seront votre récompense.

- Le général de division Collet, commandant les écoles de Saint-Cyr Coëtquidan

Saint-Cyr  or to give its full name L’École Spéciale Militaire de Saint-Cyr,   French national military academy at Coëtquidan, was founded in  Fontainebleau in 1803 by Napoleon Bonaparte. In 1808 Napoleon moved it  to the town of Saint-Cyr-l’École near Versailles, on the site of a  famous school founded in the 17th century by Madame de Maintenon, wife  of Louis XIV. The buildings at Saint-Cyr-l’École were destroyed in 1944,  and after the war the academy was transferred to Coëtquidan, in  Brittany. The popular name was retained.

Throughout most of its  history Saint-Cyr prepared officers for the infantry and cavalry and for  staff positions within those services, while the École Polytechnique in  Paris trained engineers, artillerymen, and other technical officers.

After  World War II, however, Saint-Cyr took over the training of most  technical officers. Women were admitted to the academy for the first  time in 1983. The Combined Arms School or Joint military school, known as École Militaire Interarmes or EMIA, is a military school of the French Army intended to train officers who have risen from the ranks and now forms part of Saint-Cyr. 

The French commanders  Philippe Pétain and Henri Giraud were trained at Saint-Cyr. Charles de  Gaulle, who graduated with honours in 1911, taught military history  there after World War I.

Its motto is Ils s'instruisent pour vaincre, literally meaning "They study to vanquish" or, more freely put, "Training for victory". French cadet officers are called saint-cyriens or cyrards.

**cadet officers of École Militaire Interarmes or EMIA

[im-totally-not-an-alien]

Final Fantasy 7 prompts no 51

1. Au where zack is a werewolf and Cloud is a vampire. They're dating but neither knows about the other and they try to hide it

2. Genesis Rhapsodos, a highly respected and powerful sword-mage for the kingdom of Midgar attempted to summon a legendary golden warrior whos name was lost to time.

Once the ritual was completed, Gaias chosen champion sat in the middle of the summoning circle on a large black...device? They both looked at eachother, extremely confused.

Aka Cloud gets summoned into a high fantasy alternative reality along with his bike Fenrir.

3. Cloud and Sephiroth both get turned into frogs mid battle and keep going like nothing happened, but when Cloud whipped him with his tongue, the former General purred, "Harder~" causing his opponent to fumble through a leapfrog and crash.

"I'm not sorry."

4. Vincent: *aims his gun*

Yuffie: *Lowering the gun* Wait, I wanna see how this plays out

5. Cloud wakes thousands of years into the future as a demon

6. Sephiroth revealing to Cloud that Zack had a crush on him when he was a cadet.

Zack screams "Traitor" from the lifestream so loud that Cloud actually heard it

Sephiroth then proceeded to spill the tea on everyone in the first class.

Kunsel kinda materialized out of nowhere at some point but that doesn't matter.

7. Denzel gathers up his courage to come out to Cloud.

Cloud, doesn't know what to say and just goes, "Uh...wanna get pizza?"

Later, they had a whole family outing and a celebratory pizza night.

Tifa teases him about his reaction for weeks

8. Genesis burst into the room, frantic, "Angeal! We need to talk."

"If it involves setting people on fire then I won't allow it." He replied, not even looking up from his book.

"No! It's about your dog and his little bird friend." He growled

Angeal finally looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, "Bird friend?

"The chocobo cadet." He waved one hand in the air, "Blond hair, blue eyes, follows Zack around like a duckling."

"Oh, him."

"Yeah! He was kidnapped."

Angeal stared at his redheaded friend for a few moments before what he said finally sunk in. "What?!"

9. Cloud gets turned into a frog and found by Sephiroth. He attempted to fight but the silverette simply caught him mid-jump and mocked him.

The general smirked as he watched the little amphibian squirm, before seemingly taking pity on him and kissed him.

Clouds first thought was "WHY?!"

His second thought was, "That's not going to work."

Then it did, and Cloud was too busy questioning his sanity to pay attention to where Sephiroth was taking him.

10. Yuffie drugged Cloud by throwing catnip at him.

She now does this everytime she wants him to relax

11. Zack gets revived and Cloud is paranoid about losing him again.

Tifa laughed at the face Zack made when Cloud defended him from a miniature poodle

12. Genesis and Cloud wind up time traveling together and land a few years before the nebilheim incident.

Genesis, upon meeting Sephiroth again desperately tries to make amends with the confused silverette

Cloud just wants to get stabby with 'im

13. Cloud does something incredibly adorable, forcing Sephiroth to take a moment to collect himself

14. Clack- meeting the parents

15. All laser pointers were banned from the Shinra conference rooms after a Sephiroth related incident.

There was so much damage. So much.

Kunsel had watched the whole thing go down through the lens of a hacked security camera and couldn't get the image of Sephiroth full body lunging at a projection screen out of his head, even if he wanted to.

[kojinnie]

Kojinnie!! Forgive my indecisive self but I decided to get my request on jean instead😭😭 I feel like I haven't been loving him enough 😭 I'm sorry for the sudden change Kojinnie!

[RE:] Kojinnie’s Milestone Celebration :: 24/7 Writing Event

Salad!! Don’t worry I got chu~ Thanks a lot for the sweet words, and hope you like this! 💌🐴

02.00: Their personal trauma and a habit formed by it 20.00: How do they sleep at night with you 23.00: Their deepest sexual desire [Minor DNI]

02.00 We know how much of a prick that Jean was in the early season, and I think it was stemmed from the fact that he was coming from a considerably well-off and stable family. He was lucky enough to still have his family around, while the others suffered from painful tragedies of personal loss. He was a prick because while the others were driven by necessity to survive and excel (like how Eren was driven by his anguish to avenge the death of his mom in joining the corps), Jean was driven by childish ego and urge to self-prove himself. But when Marco died, it bludgeoned him with painful realization that this was the reality for most of his friends all along, and that soon it would be his reality too. He grieved deeply; he did not know whom to blame nor was he even given the solace of knowing Marco’s cause of death (until years later).

I headcanon that Jean went through some deep period of emotional volatility that it affected his performance as a cadet as well as his relationship with the other 104th comrades, he held the anger tightly and begged for an answer to Marcos’ death. He tried desperately to replay every moment where he could have had done something to save Marco, yet found no answer to it. Until someone close to him (maybe Connie or Sasha?) reminded him that instead of grueling with one final moment in Marco’s death, he should have cherished the life of Marco and how good he was as a friend. At first, it elevated him to a sense of ease, only to be further hurt by the realization, that while without doubt Marco was very important for him, out of so many moments he shared with Marco, he could hardly remember the things that Marco said – his jokes, his tell-tales or even his aspiration – as during all those talks, Jean was engulfed with his own thoughts, his jealousy over Eren, his insecurity, and his egocentric thoughts. Sure, he still had memories of talking with Marco, but all he could remember was what he said and not what Marco said. It saddened him tremendously, how he could only remember few words of Marco, ones that eventually he tried to immortalize deeply in his memory (“You’re not a strong person, so you can really understand how weak people feel.”)

This traumatized Jean deeply, and how much he regretted not spending enough time listening to and caring for people who really did matter for him. Fortunately, he learned his lesson and really tried his best to form a new habit, and that is to be more attentive, to listen to other people and be more altruistic in his life endeavor. It would be a really pleasant talking to Jean now, how deep would he stare at your eyes while you pour your minds out, how he intently nodded as he listened, or how he would notice every single expression in your face as you talked. You’d feel understood, and cared for by Jean. Yes, he had been through shit, and he’d sworn to use his trauma to become a better person for others.  

20.00 I think Jean has very spiky energy. He’d be energetic and driven by impulses during the day, then completely losing most of his energies once he’s home. So that’s why when he goes to sleep, he really DOES sleep. He’s not the type to linger and cuddle around with you throughout the night. It wouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes for him to be fast asleep once he lands on the mattress. He also values his oxygen intake, so don’t expect him to sleep facing you close as he’d like to feel free when he’s asleep. He wouldn’t mind having you curled up in his chest’s embrace, but once he’s drifting away in his slumber, he’d turn away. But late at night, when the room grows colder, and the blanket isn’t enough to warm his long limbs, he’d sub-consciously trace the warmth in your skin. He’d tangle his legs with yours, and if it’s not enough to aid him from the cold, he’d start slipping his big, freezing hands underneath your shirt, seeking the heat on your belly. When he’s feeling cheeky, his fingers would travel upwards and once he finds your breast, he’d squeeze them and mumble with drowsiness still intact in his voice, “Oh there you are, was looking for you.”

23.00 I don’t see Jean as a person with suppressed perversion when it comes to sex. I reckon him to be rather vanilla, and never really had any intention to outwardly experiment with it. As much as he seems pompous and vain, in bed he’s actually very considerate and would prioritize your needs for his need was quite basic. 

The closest he’s ever been to have a wild sexual desire would probably be derived from yet another envy towards Eren. In modern!au, seeing Eren glew up into this emo sexlord, he’d be driven to this weird envious state to wanting to one-up him. He’d seen the effects Eren had to girls in public and he’d want that. He’d want you, as his significant other, to be looking obviously smitten by him, especially in public. He’d want to see you become outlandishly aroused for you and display it in front of his friends (like this). He fantasizes often about having his friends whisper behind his back, wondering how good he’d be in bed to have you completely turned into a horny mess for him even in public. Honestly, I don’t think he’d ever actually do anything to materialize this desire, he once thought of having you stroked under the table during a night-out with all of your friends, or buying a remote-controlled vibrator so you’d be drenched wet for him, but he’d be short in courage to actually do that.