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SnK Chapter 134 Poll Results

The chapter poll closed with 1747 responses. This month’s poll results were brought to you by /u/_Puppet_, /u/berthototototo, /u/staraves and @momtaku.

RATE THE CHAPTER 1,675 Responses

Chapter 134 “Depths of Despair” was another solid chapter with an average rating of 4.52, making it the highest rated chapter of the volume and 15th highest since we started keeping records.

The art was incredible

The best chapter in the volume, bar none.

it was really fucking cool and a definite step up from Chapter 133. This chapter does well to inform you that we *are* at the final battle now, and nothing is stopping this story from crashing to a sudden end pretty damn soon.

This chapter, like every other in the volume, feels like it was stretching. I was actively bored reading it. With so few chapters left, does Isayama really have time to stretch this much? He has so many loose ends to tie up and it's concerning. He obviously wanted a volume cliffhanger with the alliance facing Eren so I hope that his pacing next volume is much tighter because this ain't it, chief

This has easily become one of my favourite chapters in the while manga. [...] Overall, it's as good as 112, 122, 131 and other popular "masterpieces" in my opinion

Bruh I have been waiting for this so long and Isayama fucking DELIVERED. I was so worried with all the build-up and sometimes sloppy pacing that the final Eren vs Alliance showdown wouldn't live up to the hype but NOPE, it was amazing and beyond expectations. The moment where the refugees realize that Paradis forces had come to save them?? Gold. Beautiful. 10/10. Isayama I am sorry for ever doubting you, you are a god and I am thankful for your existence.

Rank this chapter a 5 for the Source of All Organic YEEKS.

Is there any button to press in order to rate this chapter 20/10?

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOMENT? 1,692 Responses

It was a very close race, but “the crowd attempting to save the baby” ultimately came out on top and once again demonstrated the fanbase’s affinity for despair… or was it hope this time? In a close second comes Armin’s cliffhanger question to Eren, third place going to Reiner stomping the Beast Titan, which beat the rumbling scenery across the world by a single vote, which beat seeing the final audio by a single vote. If the extremely close results mean anything, this chapter certainly had something for everyone.

The crowd lifting the baby to safety is an image that will leave a permanent mark on me. I don’t have words to describe that scene.

Honestly, each goddamn panel is impacting, exciting or badass. I love the Historia scene, the chaos and destruction left me speechless, Karina and Mr. Leonhart's reflexion was heartbreaking, as well as the Marleyan general's.

“That Fucking Monkey!”

Reiner Helos was the most hype part of the chapter.

I could never really decide what’s my favorite scene or anything, it’s all just amazing.

as an eren stan it was rly brutal and eye opening to actually see all the innocent people and kids dying, overall it was a great chapter, just very gruesome

Reiners armored body slam and Levi’s monkey comment were best moments. Really appreciated seeing the worlds POV one more time.

I loved Reiner's moment but otherwise boring chapter.

I loved armin in this chapter he finally looks like hes acting as a commander.hopefully we will get more of this.

I love how much of other countries we get to see through rumbling, it helps to show more details for the wolrd building.

I liked Levi calling Zeke a “Big, furry bastard”.

We finally see Eren's new titan for doing something other than moving forward, and the beast titan scene was epic.

i cried when i saw the families saying goodbye. seeing eren as the founding titan hurts too.

Amazing. Literally lost for words. The last panel with Armin was so emotional/amazing. His character growth is phenomenal. Cannot wait for the next one

The tower guard's words were too much but I LOVED the moment with the baby on the cliff. I wasn't expecting something like that.

WHO WAS THIS CHAPTER'S MVP? 1,669 Responses

As well as earning the favorite moment this month, the crowd at the cliffs also scored a collective MVP, showing that teamwork does indeed make the dream work. Closely coming in second is Reiner, no doubt from his valiant attack on the Beast Titan, and in third place is the commander of the alliance, Armin.

ARMIN GOAT

I love reiner so much :D

CHADERENFTW

The final pages just shows why i love Armin so much

Karina's regret was one of best parts of this chapter.

Reiner such a badass.

Wow just wow, the crowd, the alliance with their shit together (for the most part) can’t wait to see how this ends

WE SEE HISTORIA AGAIN! FOR ONE PAGE… THOUGHTS ON HER GOING INTO LABOR? 1,666 Responses

28 months since we last saw Historia in the present time, and now we finally see her again. But is this one page worth the wait? 36.6% are glad that this plot point is finally coming back, 33.1% are glad to see her but wish we’d gotten her side of the story, 12.3% are glad it seems to be a real pregnancy, and 11.6% are done with Isayama’s handling of her in the story.

I thought she was only like five months pregnant.

i hope she survives this :(

I just want this subplot to be over.

It's alright? I still wish she would have joined the scouts in the final battle instead of the pregnancy tho…

I'm so disgusted by the whole Historia situation. The execution of this plot point was abysmal from the beginning and I hate it

None of the above options square with how I feel. Historia's perspective (in addition to Eren's) is being set up as the final "basement"; so while I can see why some are frustrated, it has actually piqued my interest to see where this may end up

EH is endgame

EreHisu would ruin the manga

Each chapter I become increasingly pessimistic about Historia as a character. In the beginning of this chapter when we got the close-up of her eyes as she closed them in pain, I was certain the next page would have her inner monologue as she thought back on how she got into this position. But instead it cuts away, us seeing absolutely nothing from Historia, and I'm back to thinking she really has no agency anymore. Even if she is super important in the ending and a pivotal player in determining the state of the world after the rumbling, it won't be worth what she's been reduced to. To be fair, she was in one scene in Return to Shiganshina, no scenes in Marley arc, and this arc... well, we know how she's been treated. So maybe I should have seen this coming, but it was still disappointing for Isayama to hint that she will have a role this arc like in Uprising arc, only for that to be a breeding machine.

Why Historia was crying when she was having a child?

She finally is realizing the regret of the pregnancy decision and that she once again chose something she didn't necessarily want to do.

her life was always miserable and I don't believe that she will get some ray of light. She was the happiest when she had Ymir by her side. Now, even if she survives and has her child with her, she will always feel the heavy weight of her decision and the blood of millions innocent people will always stay on her hands.

I'm dropping the series after this. It just hurts seeing a queer-coded character like Historia constantly being beaten and reduced to literally nothing. First it was Ymir's death. Then Zeke's plan that involved her having children to be eaten by them (WHY NOT HAVE ZEKE IMPREGNATE WOMEN? WHY MUST IT BE THE QUEER FEMALE CHARACTER?? WHO'S ALSO THE QUEEN?). Then all the talk about her as a mere breeder, as a not-so-walking womb. Then the awful, awful ship-tease with Eren. Then her not opposing Eren's plan?? This is just it. I was holding onto the fake pregnancy, but now I envy the people who dropped the series once they saw the first panel of her pregnant.

I am tired of Tumblr crying over Historia. You are taking this pregnancy plot way too seriously. Newsflash: women don't automatically lose their agency when they get pregnant, kinda problematic of you to think that's what's going on. Historia has a plan and we will hear it

I think this may be a HUGE death flag for her. I mean if he can kill Sasha off with a gun says who histortia can’t be killed off by child birth?

I DONT WANT HER TO DIE

Historia gets what she deserves. She agreed to help Eren and now A LOT of innocent mothers and children is losing their lives in the rumbling. Historia has their blood on her hands and she won't be free from it. I don't feel sorry for her, at all.

If there's any character, besides Eren, who has humanity's blood on their hands, it's Historia, and her labor acting as a prelude to the moment that will decide the fate of humanity is incredibly poetic.

Hisu's baby is definitely having a titan inherited. So someone with titan powers will die in the final battle.

Don’t care about her

Well I guess she aint faking it after all

She's committing to the bit. There's no baby, it's all an act

WHO IS THE FATHER AAAAAAAAAA

Why did she want this child?

...all i can think is why does yams draw mouths/teeth like that? it’s so weird...

WHICH OF THE NEW LOCALS HAVE YOU FOUND MOST INTERESTING? 1,669 Responses

We get to see new corners of the earth… just before seeing them crushed. 37.3% found the cliffside of chaos to be the best, 31.3% enjoyed seeing Onynakopon’s London-esque homeland, and 23.9% enjoyed the scenery of the shrines in what could be Hizuru.

the panel with the people praying in the shrine was amazing also the cliff, these rumbling chapters are really dark yet visually beautiful (maybe I'm sick for finding it beautiful lol). "

The Titans drove Pennywise off that cliff

I really liked how it shows the different places where the rumblings is effecting like the Snk London etc

I’m a little confused about the timeline and placement of the cliffs and where the Titans are. Can someone explain how the Titans were seen pushing people off the cliff sides (also how were so many people herded into the middle of nowhere to be shoved off the cliffs?) and then also seen heading toward the fleeing Eldian/Marleyans? Are those two different places, a montage, etc? Do we suspend some disbelief to take in the apocalyptic scene of people falling from the cliffs into the sea? The opening scenes had me a bit turned around.

These shots where absolute nightmare fuel and they did an amazing job at showing how horrifying this situation is

HOW DO THE DEPICTIONS OF THE RUMBLING IN THIS CHAPTER, INCLUDING THE CROWD HOLDING THE BABY AWAY FROM THE CLIFF, RANK IN TERMS OF DARK MOMENTS INVOLVING CHILDREN? 1,652 Responses

Let’s just rename the series “In the Depths of Despair”. 39.2% think this chapter ranks near the top of the darkest moments in the series, 28.1% think Ymir’s daughters cannibalizing their dead mother is the darkest, while 19.1% hold to the other incredibly dark rumbling chapter we got with Ramzi and Halil.

All are equally dark.

Eternal winner is Udo trampled to death by a crowd while trying to save crushed Zofia

Every scene of children's deaths are all gruesome. Not one tops each other.

the mother throwing her baby away hoping to save them made me feel something and it broke my heart

I didn't think the cliff scene was that dark tbh, it was actually faintly uplifting. Though I also felt that way after reading chapter 131, so maybe I think that about any tragedy Isayama depicts.

Kruger saw his entire Family burn to death

It's a dark moment but I also think it's sort of hopeful, that humanity isn't completely fucked and they're all eager to try save this child rather than let it fall and die.

The entire imagery of masses of people barely hanging for their lives at the edge of a cliff is so abyssmal and daunting. This is seriously peak bleakness SnK. I still can't believe that there are people that support Eren after this.

he opening panels of the Rumbling were some of the most horrifying so far, especially the one with the baby.

This was, to me, possibly the single most powerful moment in the ENTIRE series -- and that's not something I say lightly.

Very little about this manga shocks me anymore. This moment is really no worse or better compared to every other disturbing scene

All the above are horrendous. I cannot choose.

TV Tropes has an entry called Darkness Induced Audience Apathy and that pretty much sums up my feelings at this point. Everything is so unrelentingly bleak and miserable that I’m rapidly losing my ability to care about these characters and what happens to them anymore.

The Rumbling; Yam's biggest middle finger to the world. Can't wait for this shit to end so my life can continue. Forever Yeagerist, because I am free, and Floch did nothing wrong.

THE GENERAL AT FORT SALTA GAVE A SPEECH ABOUT HATE AND MISTAKES, WHAT DID YOU THINK OF IT? 1,663 Responses

In the face of annihilation, the general stationed at Fort Salta has an epiphany on the path that brought everyone there. A solid 60% of respondents thought it was a great speech – it covers perhaps the grandest theme of the final arc of the story and someone needed to hammer home the message. 27.3% liked the message of the speech but thought it was a little too ham-fisted for the moment, but 6.8% just thought it was silly.

The general at Fort Salta’s words were really... desperate. It showed the truth of Eren’s rampage as the founding and I think it showed that Eren was more than what he hoped to become. He shows no pity now: I don’t even think he cares about the 104th and co. anymore. Really dark and I’m living for it.

The parts with no speech was great. Isayama is great with visuals which I love. The Marleyan speech was very cringe unfortunately.

Great to see the world let go of their hatred for the enemy. Still, Eren's stubborn charge is pissing me off!

FUCKING FINALLY. All this bullshit and guilting of the children and Eldians and we finally get SOMEONE owning up that their bigotry is the fucking problem here. And of course, too fucking late. But that seems to be how real history is

Nothing unrealistic about desperate people about to die thinking of second chances.

Great message, but would've meant more if it came from a more significant character such as Magath

Great speech showing that people always have the biggest realization when it's already too late and you can only count on miracles

I think it was honestly fine, but one tiny change could have been made to make it flow more naturally and not be so jarring to so many people: Rather than having the general talk about "us adults", and how "we" used hatred, I think it would have been more natural if he only talked about himself. This is a very common trope in war movies, and we're all capable of reading in between the lines and understanding how what he says applies to the different characters and the world as a whole. For him to point it out for us is a little jarring

hammy, but on theme

I feel like it's isayama's way of forcing his audience to understand his narrative by spelling it out for us. indicating that he has failed as a writer to just make his narrative naturally understood

IF the rumbling get stopped are they gonna still gonna keep their promise

In context it is fine, but I'm cautious about it being the end solution.

It was a desperate man's final words, and it showed.

It was a fitting speech that showed the Marleyans were finally ready to let go of their hatred towards the Eldians. It also felt like last-ditch speech to try to move Eren into reconsidering flattering the whole world with the Rumbling, but knowing Eren, the speech wouldn't sway him at all.

It was way to convenient and unrealistic for the general and the liberio Eldians to realize that they were wrong and I hope they die. That is all.

It was good to see they realized how terrible they were but as a wise man once said... “It’s too laaate to apologiiize. It’s too laaaaaaaate! Ay. Ay. Ay.”

Its good because its shows the message of the series of trying to stop the cycle of hate by either changing our actions or by sacrificing others for the "greater good". Placement is not bad tho, the general is realizing it is the true end

It’s okay, everyone has their own opinion. The general's opinion just happened to be like that.

I understand it, but I’m also bothered by the suggested idea that it took total annihilation to make people decide to finally “be considerate” of each other. It also feels very black and white to me, some of the subtleties of this whole situation was lost I think.

It was a great speech and super satisfying moment to see non-Eldians recognize how they played a part leading up to this, but there's no guarantee there won't be residual hatred for Eldians once all of this is over.

i honestly loved it. i don't mind the cheese one bit

KARINA THINKS BACK TO A YOUNG REINER AND REGRETS HER ACTIONS AS A MOTHER. WHAT DID YOU THINK ABOUT THIS? 1,659 Responses

There are many bad parents in SnK, and Karina has certainly been one of them. The majority of fans accept her seeking redemption, while 25% think it’s too little too late. 20.8% are willing to give her a chance if she proves she means it through her actions.

I liked the moment between Karina and Mr. Leonhardt. Awful parents unite. XD At least they showed a change of heart, even if it was too late.

Felt like she just wanted to live a normal life

Anyways, Karina saved the chapter. We've seen a more logical character evolution than in Annie's father, and at least she got to see Reiner again.

IF the rumbling stopped are they still gonna keep their promise

the attempt to make me feel sympathy for Karina Braun was just obnoxious

Only took advantage of the boy

I’m glad Reiner mom is realizing her mistake of using her son as a tool but there’s not really much she can do.

Fuck Karina in particular.

Am I the only one who thought that Karina and Mr Leonhart looked good together? 😳

WHAT DID KARINA MEAN WHEN SHE SAID THAT SHE USED REINER AS A TOOL OF REVENGE? 1,653 Responses

Karina mentions that she only ever used Reiner as a tool for revenge. 31.1% think he was a tool to use against her former lover, 19.1% think he was primarily a tool for Marley, but 47.9% believe it to be a mix of both purposes.

All of the above and perhaps just a general narcissistic “I’ll show all of you how special I am by proxy of my child. Reiner being a Warrior means I am a Good Mother TM”

Reiner was a tool to make Karina feel like she had worth in a world where everyone, from the man she may have loved to her nation to the rest of the world was telling her she was worthless.

Karina hated Paradis' Eldians for "abandoning" her and the others to the mainland and wanted revenge on them for that.

Clearly revenge on his father and if anyone thinks Karina intended on Reiner being used to get revenge on Paradis is really reaching to villify Karina.

She said it on panel: Why did Karl Fritz leave them in Marley's power?

I believe it's "both of the above", but with the revenge on Paradis being from Karina, not Marley, as an allegory for Reiner's father. She always talks about how Paradis abandoned the Eldians on Marley, and I figured this was her way of expressing the sorrow and anger at Reiner's father for abandoning her and Reiner. So she did believe Paradis were devils who abandoned them, but that was fuelled by her personal issue

I didn’t and still don’t understand what Karina means by revenge.

It was both but also to give herself a higher status given her self-hatred.

WHAT IS THE BEAST TITAN WE SAW? 1,668 Responses

That was unexpected! The Beast Titan showed up, but not in a way we saw anyone predict. A very close tie between it being Zeke’s beast being controlled/manipulated and it being a War Hammer formation created by Eren, with the former just edging out the latter. 14% believe Eren can make titans however he wants via the Founding Titan/paths, and 2.4% think this was just straight up Zeke.

Don’t know, very confused. But whenever I don’t clearly see the eyes of a character, I usually feel like something fishy is going on....

Eren ate zeke and took his power.

Eren using the WHT to generate a Zeke dummy, using Zeke's titan blueprints.

I think he used the Founding Titan powers, not the WH. Ymir/the founding titan is the one that builds the titan forms so I think that makes more sense.

I do believe eren is controlling him since his titan was attached to eren at the neck, and then reiner broke that off.

I think it's Zeke being mind controlled and treated like a puppet by Eren.

I think Zeke is crystalized somewhere in the Founders body and Eren is using him to create a zombie Beast Titan.

It could be Zeke in there, it could be a clone. Nonetheless it's a puppet and he still needs Zeke to do a complete exact rendition.

It took Eren all three powers of the Founder, WHT, and Beast Titan, combined to pull this off. The WHT alone can create anything with hardening but i doubt it could create another titan moving by itself.

It's obviously a War Hammer construct, but I can't stop laughing at the idea that the Alliance don't realise how vastly different he looks. It kind of reminds me of when they would go "There's no opening in the Armored Titan's armor, it's covering everything" even though there's clearly spaces in between where you can see the red muscle

YFW another Beast Titan clone shows up next chapter

if monke isn't a Warhammer construct, where the heck does he get those rocks?

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT EREN SEEMINGLY CONTROLLING THE BEAST? 1,656 Responses

So we’ve discussed what you think the Beast is, now what do fans think of the development from a narrative standpoint? Most fans are happy with this development finding it cool and surprising, with 17.9% being happy just to see monke again. 12.1% feel it’s another ability coming out of nowhere, and 9.4% don’t like Zeke being handled this way. 4.4% think Zeke is in full autonomy, which is somehow 33 more people than when that was an option last question...

ZEKE DEAD IN BEAST TITAN BODY AND EREN CONTROLLING HIM

I just wanna see Zeke :(

I was so happy to finally see Zeke but all along it was just a puppet Beast Titan :(

If Zeke is just going to be a mindless powerup for Eren to keep Levi or Reiner busy, he'd better have been dead. We already had the Warhammer doing that job, why this again?

Tired of the Eren OPness to be honest, its stale and old and overall poorly writter. It's clear from the start Isayama's willing to bend backwards to not only power up Eren randomly but to try and justify everything he does.

THE ALLIANCE CONTINUES TO FOCUS ON ZEKE DESPITE EREN STANDING WITH YMIR IN THE PATHS REALM LAST CHAPTER. WHY HAVE NONE OF THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED HER? 1,650 Responses

Despite us fans freaking out every time we see Ymir, the alliance doesn’t seem to care. 43.9% believe they’ve just been a little too busy to focus on the minutiae of the lore, while 39.5% just have no idea. 11.1% don’t think they saw her standing there in the first place.

Did any of them really know who the little girl was?

Easier to focus on what they know than what they don’t

Do they recognize her! Are they familiar with the iconography of this creation story? Either way, they’re probably at the “Oh look, Eren’s in his child body and standing with a little girl who is the progenitor of our race. This might as well happen.”

I'm pretty sure they at least discussed it and formed a plan in the plane

They don't wanna face the fact they have to kill Eren, plus killing the beast titan may be easier than killing the founding titan

They still are still not as informed of the relationship between Eren and Ymir, their first goal is to rid the connection of royal blood to Eren preventing further destruction

Wait, are you saying we as the readers can see Ymir but the others can't? in that case, Ymir may have appeared multiple times throughout this mess and yet we've only seen her for Ramzi's death and when the alliance were in paths…

Only Eren can see Ymir since he has the founding Titan, as well as Zeke since he has royal blood. The rest can see Eren because he has the founding Titan and is connected to all Eldians and Ackermanns via paths.

seems like they hold Zeke more accountable to the rumbling than Eren himself. Yeah I get it, he's their friend. But fuck that, humanity is at stakes, and when Zeke turned against the warriors, they accepted that they had to kill him, even if they didn't wan't to (especially Pieck), even if he was their comrade and leader, even if they grew up together, because it needed to done.

They’re saving it for when they discuss Levi’s hand

They're like Ramzi -- they have no bloody idea who this loli is.

Nothing to do with the question but I'm bummed the official translation for this image was not "THAT FUCKING MONKEY!" like earlier ones

Alliance are stupid Motherfuckers

THE BLIMPS CERTAINLY TRIED THEIR BEST, HOW WOULD YOU RATE THEIR PERFORMANCE? 1,646 Responses

Surprising no one (except for 5.6% of you from last month who predicted the blimps would deal a decisive blow), Eren tore through the bombing fleet like it was nothing. On a 1-5 scale from “Abysmal” to “They tried their best, okay?”, the plurality of you have decided to lend some sympathy to the squadron, with some erring on the side of neutrality. Low expectations seem to have prevented disappointment, as not many people are criticizing them in the write ins either.

as a WWI nerd I really disappointed by the airship "battle." Isayama has done his research on some aspects of early modern day tech (like the detail on the firearms), but then has the airships dropping what looks like submarine depth charges instead of zeppelin bombs (I was like--why are they dropping oil canisters?!) and then has the airships go down in Hollywood-style explosions from having rocks thrown on them.

WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PART IN THE PLANE’S ARRIVAL? 1,659 Responses

35.4% of respondents loved Reiner’s dynamic entry, followed by 23.6% of respondents who loved Levi’s war cry of MOONNKEEEE. 17.1% were happy to see the image of Armin leading the charge that we’ve been expecting since hearing that final audio sample. 9.1% embrace the ongoing Avengers theme of everyone jumping into battle at once. 8.3% appreciated Onyankopon’s sweet fighter pilot moves, and 5.2% liked seeing the Eldian evacuees getting a glimmer of hope.

Finally, shoutouts to the handful of people whose favourite moment was Pieck bounding out with the bombs like a happy dog with sausage links.

This chapter was pure adrenaline. The Alliance's entrance in the plane was seriously badass. I can't wait for 135!!

Reiner with the Buddha's Palm. Respect!

I love how Levi is still so focused on killing Monke. Avenge your husband, sweetie.

Armin is finally grabbing Eren by the collar again and I like that. Safe to assume we're going to see more of the Eren vs Armin showdown now. Armin delivered a truly powerful line, "Which part of you is free" and I'm curious how Eren will respond to that

Reiner's transformation is probably my favourite one, and seeing the rest of the alliance jumping down in a tense but at the same time epic scene was priceless.

It was impossible to choose what part of the plane scene was the best, it was *chef's kiss* all of it.

PIECK TRANSFORMED AND GOT THE BOMBS IN THE CART’S MOUTH WITHOUT BLOWING THEM UP. IS THIS UNREALISTIC BASED ON THE WORLD’S RULES TO YOU? 1,602 Responses

Chekhov’s bombs are now in the hands, er, mouth, of Pieck Finger, via grabbing them from the plane and transforming into a titan while holding them. About half of fans had no issue with this, seeing that titan transformations are just summoning flesh around you. 17.5% did think the transformation explosion should have detonated them, and 30% are just wondering how she also managed to perfectly unravel the bombs midair.

Bold of you to imply Isayama cares about physics after the wet gun and the plane being ready in 5 minut... 1 hour excuse me.

Bombs are detonated through fire reacting to the gunpowder right? Do we know that the Titan's 'explosions' are made from fire?

Pieck has probably done this many times before, the cart titan is mainly used as a war mule after all.

She's just very very gentle ok ?

Cart titan has experienced in carrying things in different situations and the explosives shown could be improvised. Also, these types are initiated with fire and will not explode with any impact occurred.

I assumed that she let go of the bombs, transformed, then caught them. This does not bother me in the slightest.

I think it's kinda like Eren with the spoon, the objective was holding it, which is why it wan't damaged when Hanji noticed it. Same thing with Pieck and the explosives.

Rule of Cool, doesn't matter either way to me.

No, Cart Titan is especially a strange titan to begin with and a use for delicate and ambushing situations(read the chapters where Pieck transport Bertold in a barrel before the attack on Paradise)

It's kinda unrealistic, but falling from 50 meters with all your body burned and survive is way worse.

WAS THIS THE START OF REINER’S HELOS MOMENT? 1,615 Responses

Reiner being Helos has been a popular theory for a while, and now he seems to be acting as a hero to those left at Fort Salta. 54.4% believe this is the start of Reiner embodying the idea of Helos, while 12.9% are holding out for if he kills Eren. 27.9% don’t believe Reiner to be connected to Helos in any way.

Appeared as a small hope

Are people really still going on about Helos?

can he kill Eren? If he can, then hes Helos

H E L O S

What is Helos

Half-Eldian, half-Marleyan -- he represents so much more than Helos ever did.

He could be Helos, but I think Armin will be the one to save humanity, but Reiner can join him

I dont really like the whole X is helos thing, reiner definately is acting the part of the hero but i think its more redemption for reiner than trying to be some kimd of savior of humanity and i think that fots his character better.

The real "Helos" is not just Reiner, but the whole alliance.

He going to be Helos not when he kills Eren, but when he makes a sacrifice of some sorts.

He's not Helos, and will never be, but he is definitely a big hope

Who is Helos

Reiner does not deserve to be a ‘Helos’

HELL YEAH REINER

He'll do something sick

Helos was a fake hero, just a mask. Their is no comparison with Reiner's journey to maturity..

I won’t compare him to Helos. But this is sure a hero moment

Captain Suicide to the rescue

I think he’s helos but it’s gonna be armin who saves the day

I’m not sure if he’ll be helos but he’s still going to be essential to the story

Helos was a hollow and fake historical figure made up to push the "Eldians are evil" narrative. Reiner, on the other hand, is someone who was raised with a hatred for Eldians and committed atrocities because of it, but came to face his past actions and save the world as a true hero. Reiner isn't Helos, he's so much better than that.

WITH THE BEAST TITAN THROWING AT THE PLANE AND SKYDIVERS INDISCRIMINATELY, IT SEEMS LIKE EREN IS OK WITH KILLING ANY OF HIS FRIENDS. THOUGHTS? 1,630 Responses

The question of how far Eren would go to achieve his goal of freedom has plagued the community for a while, and this chapter seemingly confirmed his willingness to even kill his friends, as seen by the deadly projectiles that the alliance only narrowly avoided. 61.8% of respondents aren’t surprised by this, despite Armin and Mikasa, who were in the line of fire, being voted as very unlikely for Eren to willingly kill last month. While 16.6% were indeed shocked by this, 19.1% believe this can be explained away by Eren knowing his friends aren’t in any serious danger.

Eren has to kill everybody, the rest of the world and if they don't stop even the alliance. Otherwise this story will be worse then Game of Thrones Season 8.

Scared that eren is fine with killing the friends he wants to protect

ARMIN SEEMS TO RECALL THE 112 CONVERSATION WHEN HE SAYS HE WANTS TO ASK EREN ONE MORE QUESTION HE WON’T LIKE, “WHAT ABOUT YOU IS FREE”. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? 1,636 Responses

Eren’s quest for freedom and Armin’s quest for understanding come to a head in this chapter’s cliffhanger question from the latter: “What about you is free?” More of you think he is still in the reasoning stage (37%) than those who think the question was an affirmation of his determination to say goodbye to his old friend (30.1%). Some of you think the callback to chapter 112 is indicative of Armin believing Eren to be controlled in some way (27.6%).

Armin is trying to manipulate Eren like what he did with Berthold but I think he will 100% fail .

Armin is really being built up here for an amazing redemption. These last three chapters we've seen him carefully being inserted into the pivotal role in the series just like in RtS. I'm 90% confident the biggest plot twist of the entire series is coming, and Armin is the catalyst as he's always been for every amazing moment in the show prior to chapter 91. I think the ending is going to blow everyone out of the water, and that everyone predicting a side to win is missing entirely how the manga will end.

I'm so happy to see that Armin is basically done coddling Erin. He's ready to take him out, especially since he's become the commander

in line with what kenny ackerman said, armin thinks eren is a slave of his own obsession.

Please stop blaming Eren for everything, he needs Help. It makes me sad to see Eren has to face his best friends, and I dont like Armins way of confronting him, it looks like Armin has erased his memory of his best friend…

He's a fucking clown, I can't stand his shit. Still selfishly trying to talk Eren out of it when he's causing the fucking apocalypse and asserted many times that no, he won't stop. Who cares about Eren's vision of freedom when he's killing millions of people ? Just nuke him, you're supposed to be the colossal titan ffs

Their ideas clash at the moment. However, Armin still believes that his friend behaves unnaturally and won't let go until he discovers the truth.

we have continuously witnessed Eren being a hypocrite it makes perfect sense why he would say that

We need Armin's POV to know if he's now fully prepared to kill Eren or not

What I think is that armin might think that eren is being controlled by the attack Titan

Perhaps to get a rise or reaction out of him? Or just a cool way to introduce himself to the conflict!

that seashell fucker joke of a commander still wants to talk rather than kill him when Eren repeatedly made it clear that he won't ever stop the rumbling.

Hoping to see how this ideological conflict between Eren and Armin will end.

THIS CHAPTER HAS AN EMPHASIS ON THE SURVIVAL OF CHILDREN. WHICH ONES DO YOU SEE SURVIVING THIS CONFLICT? 1,649 Responses

This chapter’s repeated motif of humans coming together to save children, especially infants, has been noticed by many. As for what it means for the survival of the ones in this chapter, the majority of readers believe Historia’s child is in the clear (81.4%). The children at the fort appear to have much less of a chance (32.8%), but are believed to be comparatively less doomed than the baby at the cliff (26.1%). On the bright side, only about a hundred of you (7.6%) think they will all perish.

Great chapter showing the contrast between a child being born in Paradis and a child dying on the other side of the world.

Sometimes people will trample each other to escape (as we've seen in Marley), but sometimes through the mindless fear people try and protect a tiny helpless thing for a few moments. Whether the baby lives or not it was amazing imagery.

The crowd trying to save the baby from the cliff as the Wall Titans arrived was very dark, but I still think Ymir's daughters eating their own mother is still the darkest moment in the series involving the children, while the runner-up is Faye's death.

we all theorized that the final panel was Historia's child but maybe it's the baby at the cliff. Eren might actually win and destroy the world, then through the wreckage he approaches the child and picks it up and tells it that's it's free

Cliff baby is toast

While the Rumbling is still as horrible as ever, this time it didn't feel quite as hopeless as when we saw Ramzi and his brother. The baby lifting scene was chilling and yet strangely inspiring.

damn bruh seriously the poor kids

MANY CHARACTERS HAVE BEEN SHOWN TAKING ON THE BLAME FOR THE CURRENT SITUATION, INSTEAD OF POINTING TO EREN. DOES ISAYAMA WANT THE WORLD TO BE AT FAULT INSTEAD OF EREN? 1,636 Responses

With the story presenting us a complicated situation, does Isayama’s approach lead to the wrong conclusions? Almost 70% of fans believe that he wants us to view both parties as at fault for the current situation. About 17% believe the hatred of the world is squarely to blame, while 8.3% think it all lands on Eren for his own actions. 5.3% think Isayama is just really clumsy with his messaging.

this chapter makes you realise that eren is actually at fault. I used to make more excuses for him, but this chapter really sealed the deal for me atleast. No one deserves this pain. It is not marley vs eldians anymore it is everyone vs Eren.

While it makes sense for them to feel regret, I still disagree that its their fault. Like look at Grisha's parents, they didnt do any wrong to deserve this. They just lived their life the way they were told to. Thats why i dislike the argumentations. Most people just were forced to hate someone they never met, so I dont this like the speech that much.

i think isayama states that the alliance is at fault too because they decided to still fight on eren's side until it was already too late and he activated the rumbling. not because they are killing people directly.

while I think that Eren is the main culprit of the Rumbling, true peace cannot be reached if everyone acts all high and mighty ""well, it wasn't MY fault"". After all this, the whole world has to be humble and willing to work together, otherwise it has all been for nothing.

I find it weird everyone (SC, warriors, the world) is blaming themselves for everything and readers are using their pre-death laments as a confirmation that Eren is right/justified. I don't like Eren being portrayed just like the product of his context, especially because he himself deny it and many chapters exist to reforce that (100, 121, 123, 130, 131, etc). I feel nobody is treating Eren as an individual, but as a force of nature coming to punish humanity for their sins. It's uncomfortable, because he's just a person like everybody else and not a god even if he has some god-like powers.

I don’t think the narrative is on eren side, but it also doesn’t absolve the rest of the world, the narrative shows that both sides have good and bad people, innocent and guilty, how each decision affect each character, and what they feel about it all. This story is about a cycle of hate, eldia used titan power to attack the world, then the world revolted and decided to attack eldia, now eldia (eren) attacks the world again, cycles have no end unless someone interrupts it, the question is; What is the most effective way to end this cycle?

Eren already lost. He wanted protect people on Paradis, his friends and Historia but it looks like his actions only have created more sadness and misery. A lot of people on the island died when the walls collapsed and now they most likely will have a civil war. Two of his closest friends are already dead and the rest feels depressed and miserable. The things for Historia don't look good either. Even if he fully rumbles the world, he will never really save anyone.

I think genocide is the solution to stop Racism

AS THE ALLIANCE PREPARES TO FIGHT EREN, ONYANKOPON IS MAKING AN EMERGENCY LANDING WITH THE PLANE. HOW WILL THIS GO? 1,638 Responses

Onyankopon flew the alliance where they needed to go, but the plane’s in trouble and he might be as well! 44.5% think he’s going to die or has already died in a crash, 41.3% think he’ll land with injuries, and 14.2% think he’ll be a-ok and join the onlookers for the battle.

Onyankopon is probably dead but I really hope he’s not.

WHO DO YOU SEE DYING BEFORE THE MANGA ENDS? 1,602 Responses

Going into the final battle, it’s useful to have some data on everybody’s predictions, as well as a follow-up to the same question that was asked for the chapter 127 poll, back in March. The characters who were voted more likely to die than survive are led by Zeke, who has a clear majority (78.1%), followed by Connie (59.8%), Onyankopon (59.2%), Levi (57.5%) and Eren (54.6%). Coming close, but still more likely to survive according to voters, is Pieck (48.9%), Reiner (47.9%) and Yelena (44.9%). Gabi (11.5%), Falco (15.1%), Armin (16.2%) and Historia (17.4%) are expected to make it till the end.

Interestingly, as we approach the end, every single character who was present in the March poll has increased in perceived likelihood of dying. Except for one, Yelena, who dropped 6.6% in votes, perhaps due to her injury rendering her a more sidelined and subdued character. The characters that the fandom changed their mind on the most are Levi (+39.1%), Onyankopon (+37.3%) and Connie (+23.8%). The characters that have remained relatively unchanged include Gabi (+3.5%), Jean (+1%) and Kiyomi (+1%).

if he kills Jean without giving him anything important in the whole arc I'm going feral.

I really hope there’ll be no casualties to any of my favorite characters

IM FUCKING SCARED TO SEE LEVI DIE

i hope reiner didn't die untill the last chap

I sadly think everyone will die besides the main three and levi since he’s an ackerman.

ARMIN, SON, PLEASE DON'T DIE. YOU'RE THE MOST PRECIOUS LITTLE BUNDLE OF HOPE. PLEASE DON'T DIE!! 😭

WE’RE STEALING THIS ONE FROM THE WIKI. ARE YOU MORE EXCITED FOR CHAPTER 135 OR THE SEASON 4 ANIME PREMIERE NEXT MONTH? 1,661 Responses

Monthly waits between chapters are rough, but so are the years between seasons! Luckily we have both with the next chapter and the Final Season coming out within days of each other. 57.9% are more excited for the next chapter following the pretty popular 134, and 42.1% are more excited for the anime to kick off.

FINAL SEASON HYPE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO

Can't wait to see what will happen 135 and beyond!

I am overall completely hooked on the manga chapters, and I love Eren’s characteristic traits and mental strength. I am really excited on the final season.

can't wait for the final season!! It's going to be EPIC

Super emotional, everything seems to be leading to a tragic crescendo and all of this is going to look bonkers if MAPPA adapts it well for the final season

Incrediblesuperawesomethebestimsohypedineedchapter135

Cant wait for the next chapter and the final season!!

DESCRIBE THE CHAPTER IN ONE WORD 1,181 Responses

The top 5 words used to describe the chapter this month are below. As opposed to the usual superlatives as well as a resurfacing of pain, the standout this month is monke, thanks to Zeke’s return. We seem to be fully done with the recipe shenanigans after a few months.

Amazing [60] Monke [38] Epic [36] Pain [33] Awesome [31]

ISAYAMA RECENTLY ESTIMATED THERE IS 1-2% LEFT OF THE STORY. WHAT CHAPTER DO YOU THINK THE MANGA WILL END AT? 1,657 Responses

At the statue unveiling on November 7th, Isayama dropped another clue in the ever evolving mystery of when this series will end. His new estimate of 1-2% would translate into two more chapters (!). That estimate did little to dissuade our fandom from our most popular choice of 138.

Between Isayama's comments and this chapter, I'm really afraid there's 1 volume left and Isayama might rush everything, thus giving a shitty ending for everyone.

I really hope it doesn’t end at 135, there’s no way Isayama can muster a proper conclusion out of that unless it was all a dream or some dumb shit.

I'm confused as to how there is 1-2% left. Is Isayama really going to make Eren a cold-blooded killer after all the character development, I wonder. Honestly, I constantly feel like it's going to fast and that there are some things that need to go into more detail.

I fear the ending could feel too rushed if it really ends in ~4 chapters from now.

I'm glad we're closer to the ending. I just want to leave this series behind me and never look back again.

idk but i just dont want it to end too fast😭😭😭

WHAT ARE YOU MOST HOPING TO SEE NEXT CHAPTER? 1,657 Responses

The countdown clock is ticking away but there are still plot points to be completed and mysteries to be solved. To kick off what is likely the final volume of this series, nearly half of us hope the focus next month is The Alliance vs Eren (45%). In second place with slightly over 1/5 of the fandom, is interest in Eren POV (21.7%). Falco’s Flying Titan (9.2%), Historia (9.1%) and Zeke (8.1%) fill out the remainder of the pie with the smallest fraction (5.6%) wanting to know what is up with OG Ymir.

I still want to see Eren redeemed and saved, as that felt teased too much. Eren vs Zeke also felt teased too much. I also wanted to see Historia in action again. And how will Annie and Falco fit into the equation? And what of the titan powers? And the aftermath?

Kinda want to see this conversation between Eren and Armin more than anything

I want to see more Mikasa action.

i want armin to shift into the colossal titan and give spider-eren a big smooch on the lips

I personally would like to see Historia's pov because we still haven't gotten it and I want to know if Zeke is actually dead or not

I want to see more of Historia

v excited to see Zeke again, same w historia, hope eren pov is soon, liked seeing more of the world

Has Hajime forgotten Riko or will she have an interesting role in this ending? Can she be the child's mother in the end?

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING PLATFORMS DO YOU USE TO DISCUSS THE SERIES? 1,562 Responses

It’s official, after months of steady growth since we allowed multiple social media to be chosen, twitter has finally dethroned reddit on the polls as the most popular platform to discuss SNK. The more distant third place goes to real life, which managed to overtake discord again after falling behind a little last month. And 38 snapchatters now! Are you multiplying?!

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE CHAPTER? 479 Responses

this chapter got me fucked up.

Isayama: Hold my plum wine.

I haven’t seen anyone talk about it yet but in one of the manga panel you can see levi holding his sword in his way as if he had all his fingers back. So I think he does.

Save for chapters 130-131, the manga has been noticeably become underwhelming since 124. Like I implied above, there are many hints that this manga is going to have a GOT season 8 tier ending. Eren will be defeated and all the hate in the world will magically disappear. There will be some sort of unity between Marley and Cringevengers that brings peace to the world even though it shouldn't realistically be possible. And lastly, that baby near the cliff will end up living at the last moment and will end up being the baby from the final panel. "You are free", most likely being held by Armin or Reiner.

Go get him, Armin!

ALLIANCE HAS ME SO HYPED BYE

I wish it were longer but no thoughts my heart is heavy

I know Eren wants to destroy the world but HOLY FUCK.

I just, really hope that baby will be ok

I LOVED EVERY PANEL !!!!! I WAS FILLED WITH EMOTIONS WHILST READING 😭😭😭

I’m just really excited to see what’s gonna happen on the next chapter because everything is really chaotic and I’m just curious what’s the ending really like after years of making up theories and stories in my head.

I’m just so ready to see what’s really going on with Eren and which side will win. Also Armin is amazing in this chapter and his last question to Eren in this chapter gave me chills

I think Isayama is trying too hard to excuse Eren. Despite everything, he exterminted humanity instead of saving it. Other have gone trhough worst and would never have gone that far.

I’m not sure how to word it for English isn’t my first language, but it’s kinda sad to see a fictional world realize their mistakes/bad things they’ve done and how hatred can affect things

is the baby in the final panel (the « you’re free » one) the one that was saved or historias??? 😳

I'm so tired.

I think it will be more clear if we got eren pov sooner

I think that it doesn't make any sense if Isayama gave us Historia in labor for nothing. I want to know more about her and her baby, how have they been all these times after the squad left the island and before the rumbling. And Zeke, too. We haven't seen him for a while so i'm glad that he's back, but i think he's under Eren's control now. The chapter is kinda short for me. It's gonna perfect if we have more scenes of Historia and her baby, or at least Zeke's POV.

I think that we will have a lot of deaths in the next chapter

I think the current titan shifters will die. And then it will be reborn by historia's child. In short, the titan shifting powers won't end

I think this will end bittersweet at best

I think what Eren will do when seeing his friends are fighting him. Does him will hurt them back

Big fan of seeing Historia again, and that baby being held up is a very chilling image we haven’t seen the likes of for a few months.

I think with all the hype, it still was a setup chapter and I think the last 4-6 chapters will be monstrous and very bitter sweet.

I think zeke is there but only partially controlled, but the titan is formed by warhammer capability

I thought it was a very good chapter to end the volume off of. Now I expect the next 4 final chapters to be amazing Isyama writing we are use too.

I thought that it was interesting because we got to see zeke again and the alliance going to try to save eren and to fight again

I thought that that eren will go back to mikasa

I want a goodass ending

Rumbling hits Hiruzu but the base is still there? That can't happening at the same time.

SADDDDD

i have no idea I just stressed out with this chapter.

Safe pregnancy for Historia

THAT FUCKING MONKEY 🐒

the art is amazing but i'd like to see more dialogue

so much happened in a single chapter, i can't believe we're reaching the end

I've been here since 2013, and it's finally at the final volume, AND I'M NOT READY! ALL HAIL ELDIA! ALL HAIL EREN!

Isayama's art keeps evolving every month, it was live watching anime key frames before any color was applied.

it made me cry so much i hope it will have a happy ending

It was a rollercoaster of hype and regret lmao

yams says fuck dem kids

Can’t wait to see this animated

It was awful. All those big questions without answer... And I hate what he did with Hisu. I hate it as a woman.

It was cool like always hope isayama feels good like we do

It was cool, but it had some cheesy moments. Does the title suggest that History is in despair too? Is she having complications in her labor or is feeling guilty because of the rumbling? Or both?

It was cruel, it made me uncomfortable, I don't understand Isayama's joy in drawing scenes of suffering without a reason. And Historia, wow, I don't even know what to say, I still don't understand why she's pregnant.

wondering why she’s giving birth 2-3 months earlier, and why she lied to the mps. Unless it’s a premature birth but I doubt it.

astonishing, astounding, surprising, bewildering, stunning, staggering, shocking, startling, stupefying, breathtaking, perplexing, confounding, dismaying, disconcerting, shattering.

At last the end is near, but despite that the ending is not clear, it can end in so many ways but I don't think Isayama will disappoints us.

Avengers will beat the bad guy.

The biggest victims are always innocent children and that's the darkest and saddest part for me.

Great setup for the final battle, and that cliff scene broke me.

i tilt with helos theories :)

Armin and company, except Mikasa, are NOW ready to fight Eren to the death. Eren is also prepare to finish what he started, no matter who dies. Final result could go either way as Falco, Gabi, and Annie will come eventually, and their arrival will turn the tide one way or the other.

I hope armin and the gang can get through to eren :(

I hope eren kills them all

i hope eren win, to show the consequence of hatred

I just don’t care anymore

I just dont want that if the alliance wins, the marleyans and other races forgive eldia because that does not even make any type of sense

If it somehow wasn't clear before, this manga's message is about peace. It is NOT some n*zi propaganda, and it never has been. This chapter perfectly conveyed that.

Confusing but interesting alliance is making me angry they don’t understand Eren still think he’s being controlled

When a host for one of the Nine Titans dies without being devoured, their powers are transferred to an Eldian child through Paths. If one, some or all of the Nine Titan holders die during the current battle, would it be possible that the newborn, which is also of royal blood, inherits the Titan power?

Death Flags for Armin give me joy…

Why are men so afraid of letting lesbians be lesbians

did eren awake? will the wall titam fall off the cliff because it sweeps the area there? i always think about this, does eren have any secret plans behind this rumble? lol maybe, find a path tree and destroy it? lmao

downer chapter, I expected something better for the chapter where we see the final audio at last

Eren already won.

Eren and the rumbling is reminding me of Shin Godzilla

Eren best character

Eren goat, hisu goat

Eren holding his and historias baby in final panel seems more and more likely

EREN IS 100% THE FATHER AFTER THIS CHAPTER, IT'S NO LONGER EVEN A DEBATE

EreHisu would ruin the series

Eren, please stop the Fucking rumblimg. You killed A lot of innocent people.

Eren's eaten Zeke, and that's why he can form and control a beast titan. Sorry Levi, the only person that your gonna beat up is Eren yet again.

eren’s face with this dino titan just creeps me the fuck out, and i don’t look forward to the transformation being animated.

It was definitely surprising for me when I saw historia while some people predict she will die when giving birth although that could be a possibility I see her dying due to either old age or somehow her inheriting the beast titan since the Ymir curse exists

It was epic!

It was great but can we see eren and Mikasa moments in the upcoming chapters before the manga ends and also show some light on how to cure ymir's curse and stuffs

It was great to see Historia again.

It was necessary to show all the chaos Eren is doing, and i'm so excited to see the Alliance fight him!

It was really good set up for 135

all the violence !! Like was this even necessary ?? No ! Too much violence just "kills" the whole thing ! Damn it was just awful and a waste of time to read for me !

This is probably going to be the most disturbing episode in the show's history once it gets animated, even if it's heavily censored. I wouldn't be surprised if they end up having to put a disclaimer at the beginning as well. I can already see it now, God this is going to be insane...

This is the first chapter that has really felt like the end REALLY is here. The gang is engaged in battle with Eren, there is no turning back from this point. They will either succeed, or perish in the attempt.

This story used to have the character growth and the plot at the center of the focus. I'm sad that it is all blown away in favor of cheap spectacle.

This won't end well, for anyone. I know Isayama has something significant planned for Historia's baby (my pet theory is that all the titans will die without heirs, be recombined with OG Ymir, and then she can finally be reborn and GTFO of PATHS), but thanks, I hate it.

Armin already grew up. he was from a coward child and now he is a brave man. i wanna cry

Geez, I hope the alliance can stop eren

This is all a series of bad plot choices falling like domino. Are things gonna work out once we get to final revelations? Probably. Is it gonna feel earned? At this point I doubt it. I miss the passion in this story. Char. develp. has never been the finest but they've always been human. Historia's a uterus. Eren just cares about his freedom. Dialogue falls flat as if Isayama didn't believe in what he writes and he's trying so hard to force feed the reader. If the rumbling is the final stop why was half of this necessary when it gave no closure to any character? But if it isn't, we deserved a real build up of events.

Zeke finally back but we still didn't know if he being controlled or willingly

Zeke is not being controlled and instead helping his brother, Eren is going to win and killed some of his friends, Levi is going to survive, Historia is going to survive with her baby and showed up at the final chapter. That's all I'm sure at this point. Mark my words.

it was sad

It was so cool but very chaotic I feel like I need a flashback or something or a tiny break.

It was so depressing, I can't imagine how Isayama would end this manga in only 1-2 chapters, it definitely need more

Omg this chaoter make me cry and relived, im just relieved that marleyan know they are wrong, that paradis not a devil blooded

one of the best chapters

Poor pacing and seems like a lot of unnecessary convolutions to the overall message

Pure masterpiece! Thanks Isayama

The chapter is fine but ,The story is leading to an obvious ending .I want to be wrong about that . I want a satisfying end . But part of knows that is not possible , let's watch isayama handle this shitshow he created.

The chapter leaves you with just the right question.

ERREEHH REINEERR!!???

Even if I don't want many people to die, I think that everyone will die, humanity will go extinct :(

Ever since 133, it's two chapters which have amazing elements but ultimately falls off as dissapointing. The plot needs to move forward. I thought we were going to have Bertholttalk and Ackertalk. 132 was such a masterpiece of a chapter that it becomes a let down.

Everyone told Eren early on that he'd have to abandon his humanity to make a difference, to save Paradis- especially Armin. Regardless of whose on which side, its ironic that now Armin is the one who can't accept this.

Excitement😎

There are two panels where Levi and mikasa are showing a shocked expression, idk if it’s just coincidence but can this possibly be relating to the Ackerman instinct?

This chapter is amazing good job isayama thx for a another masterpiece chapter

This chapter is really intense. Also, I wish I could've seen Zeke's POV.

Waiting for royal blooded Armin

was good until it spoke

We miss you, Hange, fly high our angel

We're finally at the final showdown boys and girls

We're truly at the beginning of the end for my favorite anime/manga series, huh?

What a series!

What happens with Yelena when either Falco or Annie transforms on the ship? Kiyomi said she‘s ready to sink with it but Yelena?

i hope eren isn't the father

What’s up to come seems uncertain.

Where is Ymir

falco or annie is definitely gna come flying in sooner or later

I really hope we don’t get a peace treaty ending.

I really hope we get a good ending... not happy necesarily....but good.....

I really just don’t care anymore. Yet I come back for more every time. Curse my completionism nature.

I really liked it. Definitely worth the month wait.

I really love the detail from this chapter and my favourite was when seeing Isayama drawing all those colossal titans and those people being crush. That's so amazing.

The end is near. I think we'll see Eren's next (final) POV in the final chapter.

Very cinematic, impressive setup/start to the alliance vs Eren fight

Very devastating

WHY is historia pregnant? (idc about father) Please give us the real answer yams! It was nice to see final audio. I loved Armin’s final comments and can’t wait to see the EMA confrontation.

Wonderful chapter, it's nice seeing another of Armin's plans. Reiner decking the beast titan was hype. The babies and the rumbling were a great juxtaposition too.

Would love to see if eren is really being controlled or if he’s willingly doing this to be stopped and perhaps killed?

I still wanna hope Hänge IS alive

i still wanna know how the hell eren's titan moves forward. the only thing i can imagine is some of the big bois carrying him. i can't get over it

I suffer

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Errare Humanum Est - Pt.21

Two Confused Men, Two and Half Culprits

Type: series, soulmate AU series (part 1, part 2) x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3780

Summary: Jarvis is the half culprit. I wonder who the two confused men could be…. Hint: for once, it’s not Sam and Dean.

Warnings: swearing, brief angst, nightmare (about drowning), brief mention of blood, guilt trip, attempt at humour

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You woke up, suffocating weight preventing your chest from expanding. You remembered dreaming about water, the light at the surface gradually receding from your grasp. All you could see now was darkness, the pressure against your lungs and the burn in them remaining.

Your throat closed up in panic as you fought to suck some oxygen into your airways.

Vainly.

You trashed around, elbowing the warm mass behind you that seemed to be pulling you under – only for the grip on you to grow stronger, your ribcage feeling like collapsing any minute.

You struck harder and the vice-like grip on you loosened with a huffed protest. You instantly rolled away—how were you rolling away in the water? What was that sound?

You blinked away the tears that prickled in the corners of your eyes with your previous effort and chased each inhale, your heart hammering in your chest wildly.

Your vision clearing, eyes adjusting to the dark, you came face to face with a perplexed and very much half-asleep Steve.

Oh thank god, you were okay. No water. No drowning. Just Steve’s strength and nightmares combining and resulting in the least pleasant outcome.

His pupils were dilated in horror and he shot up into a sitting position, blinking away his own daze. With a hand still on your chest, you closed your eyes and forced yourself to dial down your fight-or-flight instincts.

You were safe. Steve was safe, with you, definitely not a danger to you. You still flinched when he rasped out the apologetic words, heavy with guilt and concern.

“Oh my god-- are you okay? Doll? Can you breathe?! Does it hurt? I’m sorry. Oh god, I am so, so sorry-”

You raised your hand in his general direction, gesturing for him to give you a sec.

Rationally, you knew you were fine and you needed to chill the fuck out, but it was a bit harder to actually do so.

Steve let you take your time, ominous silence falling on the bedroom. You forced more air to your lungs, the burn slowly dissolving. You focused on the pleasant soreness instead, the result of your first night together after a long time-- what time it was now anyway?

You snapped your eyes open, finding Steve’s motionless form in the shadows, still sitting on the bed. Only this time, his face was buried in his palms, his fingers tangled in his loose golden strands in a brutal manner, and when you looked at him – truly looked – you detected the slightest tremble of his body.

Any pain caused by his crushing embrace vaporized at instant, the urge to comfort him taking over; big time.

You carefully reached out to him, your fingers curling around his wrist and gently pulling it away – or attempting to. He didn’t move an inch.

“Steve?” you called out softly, surprised by how hoarse your voice sounded and flinched. Steve did as well and you cleared your throat – uselessly, because the problem was somewhere lower. “Steve, are you alright?”

His hands twitched on his face, but he didn’t withdraw them.

“Steve, are you back with me?” you whispered urgently and the only answer you got was a frustrated muffled groan. Your lips curled up in a tight smile, sympathetic. “I’m okay. Are you?”

“Please stop asking me that,” he breathed out, his palms uncovering his mouth only for the words being comprehensible.

“Okay. Okay, I’ll stop,” you promised and wiggled your way closer to him. “Can I touch you further though?”

His ribcage expanded generously with his sharp inhale, but he didn’t respond.

“…please?” you added, pressing further.

“Doll…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking simultaneously with your heart swelling in your chest.

“I know.“ At that, he finally allowed you to lower his hand, the other following its suit. Wet eyelashes created a tiny tornado with their furious blinking when his eyes found your face and saw an encouraging soft smile. “Can I hug you now?”

He opened his mouth slowly only for it to fall shut with no sound coming out. He gave a cautious nod and that was all you needed to wrap your smaller form around the big sad bundle of a supersoldier. You basically climbed into his lap, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, planting a kiss on the top of his head before laying your cheek on it.

Huh, that was nice. No wonder he did the same to you as often as he did.

“It’s okay, Steve. We’re okay,” you whispered to his hair, kissing it again. “I love you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“…that’s not what a girl wants to hear when she confesses her love to a guy,” you joked hesitantly, but you could feel his lips curling up in a smile as he breathed in against your skin deeply.

“I love you too,” he cooed, his arms finally sneaking around you and cautiously holding you as close as possible.

“Uh-uh.”

“Exactly what a guy wants to hear when he confesses his love to a girl,” he threw back at you in a hushed voice.

You chuckled breathlessly, swallowing the whine of pain at motion of your chest, and caressed his shoulders without even a thought of letting go.

“Will you be able to fall asleep again?”

“Will you? How are your ribs? Is your breathing okay? I’m really, really sorry, sweetheart. I’ll just lie on the couch-“

“Don’t you dare-“

“Don’t argue with me. I literally just tried to crush your lungs,” he growled, regret radiating off him in waves the size of a tsunami.

“Not intentionally!” you spat back, somehow maintaining gentle tone at the same time. “…right?”

“Of course not! It wasn’t- I would never-- but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen again,” he bargained in the end, sorrowful pools of blue and green shining even in the shadows of your room.

What he said was undoubtedly true. But the picture of having him lying several feet from your reach now (with his mind full of awful scenarios keeping him awake for sure), was unimaginable. Just terrible. Heartless. Not to mention you just got him back!

The solution seemed easy enough, though it was less comfortable; still better than the other option he had offered.

“Then put on your big boy pants and be the little spoon,” you challenged, earning a bewildered look with his eyebrows near his hairline.

“…for real?”

“Yep.”

He observed you for several moments that felt like eternity, while he considered his options. Then he sighed and you knew you won.

“…okay.”

“That’s what I thought,” you smiled at him a lop-sided smile, pulling him down to the mattress again; and he let you.

It was a little ridiculous and definitely strange to switch positions resulting in your arm enwrapping Steve’s thin muscular waist and being glued to his back – not to mention your other arm, where the hell did he usually put the other arm when spooning you? –, but in a way, you enjoyed it, more so when after a moment, his hand covered yours, careful not to apply too much pressure.

It was still the first night after you regained your memories; there was no way you even considered anything that involved Steve not being pressed to you without an inch remaining between your bodies an option.

You scooted even closer to him; you fell back into a more peaceful sleep in no time.

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Steve was very mature about the whole thing – so much that he decided (just like you did) – that you wouldn’t address the matter again. You spent the better part of waking up process making out like your life depended on it and then you might have winced the tiniest bit when Steve brushed your tender ribs, which ended up with him leaving to take a shower.

But not in the ‘oh god, I’m sorry, let me drown in a bathtub’ kind of leave, more like ‘maybe we could at least wait for the evening before we jump each other’s bones again’ kind of leave and it overall felt… rather alright.

With Steve occupied, you moved onto the funnier matters – like going through his closet to find a suitable outfit for your morning shenanigans, while Jarvis kindly replayed a conversation that felt like an ancient history to you.

You found yourself humming under your breath, wondering how good of an opening Tony could give you, when your eyes fell on something that took your breath away; just enough of it to leave some to yell for your soulmate.

“Steve! Steve, come here please!”

There was a crash in the bathroom, rapid pats of his wet feet and he flung out of the door in impressive speed with only a towel around his waist.

“What?! What is it?” he blurted out while he rapidly scanned the room for any danger and you almost felt bad for making him panic.

Almost. Because boy, this was awesome. You held out the t-shirt of your choice to him, amazed nearly beyond words.

“How did I not know you had this?”

Steve blinked furiously, his stance easing when he realized it was a false alarm.

“Christ, doll,” he huffed a relieved breath and sheepishly scratched he back of his neck upon seeing the famous shield on the clothing. “Eh… pretty sure it was a gag gift from Clint…”

“That’s so friggin’ perfect. Can I borrow it?”

His lips spread in a content smile as he walked to you, one hand landing on your shoulder, his lips incidentally catching your temple. “It’s all yours, doll.”

You debated washing your hair when Steve let you use the shower afterwards, but a little devil on your shoulder told you that ruffled hair and overall sleepy lookTM would work much better for you. You smiled at the reflexion with satisfaction, re-entering Steve’s bedroom, giddy.

“So, what do you think?” you asked him cheerily, spreading your arms and turning a full circle to show off your outfit in all its glory.

Steve looked up from where he was making the bed and froze. For a second, his skin paled to a very dangerous shade of white, his gaze glued to the brand on your torso. It gave you a pause; an amused grin you expected, a heated glare caused by you wearing his insignia maybe, but not the look of utter horror.

As fast as he turned to a statue, he recovered, plastering a smile on his face again – but it didn’t reach his eyes, a shadow of something that twisted your gut uncomfortably remaining.

“Looks good on you,” he stated approvingly and averted your gaze to pat at the mattress pointedly. “Honestly, it kinda makes me want to pull you right back to bed and have my way with you in it only.”

“Hold that thought, Captain, and maybe next time leave a different kind of your brand,” you suggested and added a wink, which seemed to finally erase whatever ugly thought had attacked him earlier from his head. “We have a billionaire to mess with.”

“Every time…” he echoed his words form last night, chasing blood to your cheeks and causing a giggle to spill from your lips.

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Steve fell into his role as easily as you did; he led you to the kitchen, your shuffling feet giving an impression of you being only half-awake and hesitant about walking the right direction.

Much to your luck, all the occupants of the Tower were already in the kitchen as Jarvis had informed you prior to entering the room. You smiled at each of them sheepishly, letting Steve gingerly seat you on one of the bar stools – not before you had enough time to show off your supposed pyjama.

Your plan was working perfectly as upon your bashful ‘Good morning, everyone,’ each of the poor Avengers got caught in a different intensity of staring. Natasha was tactful enough to revert her gaze shortly after noticing your choice of clothing, only smirking a bit, while Bruce took a little longer. Clint had been in the middle of stirring his cereal with milk, now paused mid-motion, recovering after about ten seconds. Tony was blatantly gawking at you, the pot of coffee in his hand dangerously atilt.

As if you couldn’t see their reaction, you smiled at Steve shyly. “I don’t want to impose, Steve. I can make my own breakfast…”

He only replied with a sweet smile. “You wanted to try eggs and bacon, right?”

“If it’s not too much trouble… but I really-“

“Nat. Let me take care of you,” he pleaded lowly and wow, the gentle but conflicted look he gave you was an Oscar-nominee-worthy thing.

“Thank you, Steven. You’re very kind to me,” you thanked him genuinely, meaning every word. It earned you a wince from five different people (including Steve, who hadn’t seen that one coming) as you used his full name and it took a lot of your strength not to burst out laughing.

Natasha cleared her throat. “So… how are you holding up? Did you sleep well?”

“Very much. Thank you, Ms. Romanoff… uh, you?”

“Natasha is fine, Nat. And yeah.”

Wow. Not even the great spy was onto you apparently – or she was, seeing right through your little stunt and deciding not to ruin your fun, being that much of a good actress.

Not certain about how exactly to proceed from now on, your gaze travelled around the bar, eyes landing on Tony.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but Clint, as if sensing the nature of his prepared exclaim, shut him up with a glare. You, on the other hand, were an incarnation of innocence on the outside, dying of laughter on the inside already.

“What is it, Mr. Stark? I can see you want to say something,” you nudged him gently and fiddled with your fingers nervously as Steve cracked the eggs in a bowl and started stirring.

“Nope. Not really,” the billionaire cleared his throat awkwardly, something so uncharacteristic of him. “And I told you. It’s Tony.”

“Right. Tony. Sorry.” You would swear Steve’s shoulders shook a little as he put the pan on the stove. You worried your teeth over your lower lip, eyeing your outfit. “It’s the clothes, isn’t it? You want to say I look right at home in it, don’t you? And I am branded on top of that…. It’s okay. I can see you’re barely holding the comment back.”

Tony finally put away the pot, his hands seeming rather frantic as he reached for sugar. “Well, I mean,… eh-“

“It’s a sign of a… successful night, right?”

“I didn’t mean to imply, uhm…“ he started, quickly lowering the cup so he could raise his hands defensively, but you interrupted him, mentally biting your cheek as you charmed your best innocent puppy eyes at him.

“-that last night I got thoroughly fucked?”

Exactly four people choked on their own spit; Steve had been expecting it, though the tips of his ears still turned a pretty shade of red and he stopped cooking, removing the pan before he could burn something. Still, at least he could tell which pipe was for breathing unlike the rest of the Avengers.

Natasha was the first to recover, soon followed by Bruce – they both had somewhat knowing glint in their eye now, figuring out what was this about, or at least partly. Smiles were tugging at their lips.

Tony’s face was definitely the most hilarious one. His eyes were bulged, wheels in his hear whirling rapidly, his mouth opened ajar even though he eventually stopped coughing.

Natasha was kind enough to hit Clint’s back, because he was still unable to breathe in.

You smiled sweetly at both the billionaire and the archer who was now taking a sip of water to sooth his sore throat. It was the perfect moment to casually drop the other bomb on them.

“…’cause I was, just FYI.”

The water sprouted out via Clint’s nose and Tony stumbled towards the counter and he gripped to steady himself; he seemed ready to pass out, gaping like a fish out of water, a perplexed crinkle between his eyebrows.

He looked so comical that you broke down. You burst out laughing, clutching the bar so you wouldn’t crash on the floor to roll in laughter.

You could see precisely when he got the light bulb moment, an accusing finger pointing at you, then at the very red but chuckling Steve, who was making his way to you, and then back at you.

“You-! You-… did you-?! When- what—you!”

His stutter sent you into another fit of roaring laughter. Steve’s arms appeared, sneaking around your waist, pulling you to his shaking chest as he stood behind your stool. In attempt to stop laughing, you turned your head to him to catch his lips in a kiss.

“Thanks, Stevie,” you murmured against his mouth, giggling and kissing him again. His embrace tightened.

“When did you get your memories back?” Bruce queried, a wide smile, rather rare for him, on his face.

Steve’s chin rested on your shoulder as you replied.

“Yesterday.”

“Was it the woman?”

“Yes, we believe so,” Steve confirmed, nuzzling your neck as if the others weren’t truly in the room. Was he afraid them might want to steal now when they knew as well? Please. It wasn’t like you were that popular.

“It just took some time to clear that out with Steve and with myself,” you explained, this time a bit ashamed for real. Steve’s fingers caressed your stomach soothingly over the material of the infamous t-shirt.

Natasha was definitely beaming though. “Understandable. I’m happy for you. Especially for making fun of those two, extra points, you guys.”

“Thanks. It felt amazing. Oh Tony, if you could see your face,” you chuckled again, melting into Steve’s frame when Tony glared at you. “I hope Jarvis caught it.”

“I did. Would you like to see it again now?” the AI offered readily.

“That was mean!” Tony accused you. “And seriously, Jarvis, we will have a conversation about your loyalty.”

“It was funny,” you opposed him, hoping he wasn’t truly offended. He wouldn’t, right?

“Yeah, alright, it was funny. Welcome back, sass queen.”

“Thank you. It’s good to be back.”

“So… do we get a hug or is it like Cap’s hands only?” Clint asked with a teasing smile tugging at his lips, apparently not having any hard feelings despite you causing him to nearly choke to death.

Touched, you hopped off your stool and Steve hesitantly released you.

“I’d love to hug you,“ you admitted honestly, not quite expecting the offer. The more surprising it was, the more it warmed your heart. Who would have thought?

Clearly, accepting the invitation was a mistake.

As Steve let you go, they all went for it at once, starting with Tony and Clint, Natasha joining about two seconds before the most reluctant Bruce did. It was lungs-squeezing, bone-crushing and absolutely delightful.

“Dammit, guys,” you sobbed, indescribably moved by the force they embraced you with. Tears gathered in your eyes, threatening to spill soon. You would never imagine such a warm welcome from Steve’s friends.

“Hulk happy,” a roar by your ear made you jump and you caught a glimpse of green on Bruce’s neck; it was enough for the levee to break. You started crying like a little girl.

“Oh, девушка…” Natasha’s soft voice reached your ears and you sobbed again, vainly trying to keep more tears at bay.

“Stop making her cry…” Steve muttered, but didn’t sound irritated at all. If anything, he had a fond smile on his face when you got a glimpse of it between the bundle of bodies. ‘I love you and they do too,’ he mouthed at you then, his eyes glistening with tears as well.

You squeezed your eyes shut and attempted to tighten your grip on four people at once. You weren’t sure about the result, but no one complained.

“Yeah, let’s not shed more tears than necessary. Actually, I think this calls for a party,” Clint exclaimed as he patted your back and released you.

Others reluctantly followed his suit – they had to, because letting out only one person from the bundle of limbs and bodies would be difficult. The moment you were left cold again, Steve snatched you back to his arms at instant, which earned him an amused grin from Natasha.

“Barton. I didn’t believe that the day would come, but you actually became wise,” Tony pronounced dramatically. “Big party?”

“Nah, just family,” the archer opposed jovially and you sunk into Steve’s embrace in hopes not to release fresh tears at being considered family. You would have to somehow deal with your family by blood eventually too, but you selfishly didn’t want to think about it just yet. One step at time.

“I’d say I take it back, but surprisingly enough, I agree.”

“Oh, the end of the world is here…” Bruce lamented since the two clowns agreed on something and you chuckled, enjoying their banter probably more than you should.

“Alright. We might want to ring Drapes from Asgard. He does love his revels,” Tony pointed out and exactly five people agreed.

“No shit.”

You, as the sixth, wavered. Not because you wouldn’t want to see the God of Thunder again; it was just that you didn’t think he owned a cell phone. Oh, and he was also off to another planet, you assumed.

“…how exactly do you call Thor? Is there service on Asgard? That would be crazy, right?”

“I heard crazier,” Clint scoffed, pointing at you and not bothering with being subtle.

“That’s fair.”

“Thor told us to call out for Heimdall if we needed him,” Steve explained to you and while you had no idea who Heimdall was, you shrugged it off. You didn’t want to deal with that right now.

You were back, you had your soulmate, you had friends that, unknowingly to you until now, considered you a family and you wanted to just be and be happy.

“I’ll do that…” Tony’s hand shot up as if he was a first-grader offering to clean the blackboard and you sent a silent wish for Thor to survive whatever Stark planned on doing.

“Good luck. Now… I believed I promised you breakfast, doll,” Steve whispered to your ear, nuzzling in your neck again.

It was very hard not to melt at spot. “I meant it, Steve. I can make my own breakfast.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly wine and dine you before we had our… successful night, so if you let me do this at least…” he teased on the lowest volume possible and you slapped his bicep before he released you to make good on his promise, the radiant smile on his face lighting up the whole room.

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Part 22

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So... I had a lot of fun writing that. I hope you had fun reading :-*

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Honeymoon

Jake Gyllenhaal smut

Hello! My first Jake story ever! Hope you like it! :)

Prompt: You and Jake on his father’s wedding in Hawaii, teasing each other in front of his family.

Warnings: Smut. Mentions of masturbation, almost getting caught, sexting, spanking (mild), daddy kink.

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You were so nervous that it felt like you were the bride.

You and Jake had been together for a while and you were already really close to his family, but this was so intimate… You started to feel like you were actually part of the family now.

It was Jake's father's wedding and you were invited to, not only be there, but to walk down the aisle with Jake and stay beside him and Maggie during the ceremony. It meant so much to you.

And the best part of it was that the wedding was going to take place on Hawaii, so you would get to enjoy the beach and have some romantic time with your always busy boyfriend.

You arrived the night before the wedding and Jake agreed to take some time to rest at the hotel, knowing that you would be up very early in the next morning.

You woke up with your alarm, but Jake decided to ignore it and simply didn't move.

"Hey." You smiled as you laid on his chest, spreading small kisses on his neck. "Wake up."

At first, he kept pretending he was asleep, but he couldn't resist and smiled at you, lazily opening his eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful." He said running his hand through your hair. "How much time do we have?"

"Like 40 minutes." You checked your phone. "Then you're supposed to go get dressed with your father and I'll meet Maggie."

"I guess 40 minutes is enough." He smirked pulling your face for a kiss.

"…For us to take a shower and go." You said against his lips before getting out of the bed.

"Honey." He sat on the bed. "Relax. You're acting like the wedding is your responsibility."

"Sorry." You sighed. "I just don't want to mess up, I want your family to like me."

"I mess up all the time and they still like me." He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes.

"Don't forget that this travel was supposed to include some time for us too." He gets up and walks to stand in front of you, stroking your cheek.

"Alright." You try to hide how much you melt under his touch. "But we don't have time for games."

"So why don't you go ahead and take your shower?" He keeps his voice low and his lips close to your ear. "I'll join you in a minute."

You nodded and hurried up to the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door before undressing.

Jake actually gave you some time to take a real shower. When you were almost done, you heard the bathroom door closing and, right after that, his heat behind you. You didn't look at him yet, you kept your eyes closed as you finished washing your hair, but you felt his hands on your waist, pulling your body against his, so you two could share the water.

You felt him getting hard against your thigh and started to gently rub your butt against him.

"Hhmmm babe…" He moaned as he kissed the back of your neck and his hands traveled from your hips to your breats, massaging them.

His hard dick on your skin, his palms barely brushing your nipples, his hot kisses on your shoulders and the warm water falling on both of you… All of that had you thankful you didn't have much time, because you needed him inside you as fast as possible.

"Jake…" You called, separating your bodies and turning around to look at him.

The sight of him at that moment made your knees weak. The water running thought his perfect body and his hair falling around his eyes, now dark with lust.

"I need you now." You admited.

"Of course you do." He smirked, pinning you against the wall and throwing one of your legs on his waist so his cock was teasing your entrance. "You gave up on having a decent amount of sleep, you even gave up on having breakfast, all that to be there on time, but you just wouldn't give up on getting fucked for anything, would you?"

"No." You threw your arms around his shoulders but he still didn't move closer to you.

"What kind of answer is that?" He seemed so calm that it stressed you even more.

"Sorry." You bit your lip as he started to rub his dick against your clit. "I'm so sorry, Sir. I would give up on anything but you."

"Good girl." He finally slid inside you, using his strong grip to keep your hips pressed on the wall. "Now, tell me why is that?"

"Because you fuck me so good." You replied, earning deeper and faster thrusts from him.

"That's it, my beautiful girl." He started to kiss you hungrily between moans as he fucked you hard, and he held you so tightly that you could barely move, which made it even more intense.

Just as you felt your climax starting to build, Jake stopped abruptly. When your head got back to it's place, you realized there was someone knocking on the bedroom's door. You turned off the shower to hear better.

"Y/N?" You froze as you heard Maggie's voice. How long did you stay in there? What if you were late?

"Yeah?" You exchanged worried looks with Jake, who was still casually inside you, because neither of you dared to move.

"Is Jake in there?" She asked. "He won't answer his phone."

"No." You said quickly, without thinking.

"What the f-" Jake whispered, but you covered his mouth with your hand before he finished.

"No?" She said confused. "Where is him? He has to be at our father's room in 10 minutes."

You sighed relieved. 10 minutes. So you weren't late yet.

"Sorry." You tried to think quickly. "I… asked him to go to the store to get me some… Tampons."

He laughed so hard against your hand that you had to place the other hand on his mouth to make sure Maggie wouldn't hear it.

"Oh." You could hear the smile on her voice. "You should have just asked me, honey."

For some reason, Jake decided it would be fun to start thrusting in you again at that moment. You looked at him with panic in your eyes, he looked back with a kinky expression, with your hands still forcing him to stay quiet. His moves were painfully slow, and the fact that you had just been edged made you even more desperate.

"I didn't want to bother you." You managed to keep a normal voice, but your eyes begged him to stop. "It was too early."

"You don't bother me, Y/N." She insisted.

Jake's movements stopped once again.

"Thank you." You said both to Jake and Maggie, keeping a sweet voice for her and an angry expression for him. "I'm sure he will be back soon. When he arrives, I'll tell him to go straight to Stephen's room and… I'll meet you at yours in 10 minutes, okay?"

"Sound great." She agreed. "See you later."

You counted to 30 before freeing Jake's mouth, just in case. But the mood was obviously ruined, so he finally separated you two and your pussy felt so empty it hurt.

"Why was that the first thing you thought about? Tampons?" He laughed.

"Because there was something annoying inside me, like tampons, but it was just you." You laughed too.

"Why did you even say I wasn't here?" He grabbed your waist and began to kiss your neck.

"Jake… Babe…" Your clit begged you to be late, but your mind wouldn't allow it. "We really need to go. I'm sorry."

"Really?" He sighed.

"How am I even supposed to look at your sister now?" You hid your face on his chest.

"Hey." He stroked your hair. "You'll be fine. She didn't notice anything, I know her. But baby, I really can't go out there this hard if you don't want people to notice. So, like…"

"Okay. Got it." You blushed so much. "I mean… Finish your shower and I will… Get dressed and… I'll see you in two hours, I guess?"

"Yeah..." He was just as uncomfortable as you. "I can't wait to see you."

"Me too." You sighed. "So don't be late."

You gave him one last kiss and grabbed a towel, walking out of the shower.

You grabbed the first clothes you found, not worrying at all about the way you looked, since you were going to change in a few minutes anyway.

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You thought the fire in you would die when you reached Maggie's room, but you were wrong. As you sat there having your makeup done, images of Jake haunted your mind. It wasn't even about what happened earlier, but the fact that you left him there touching himself… You licked your lips just imagining his release. Fuck. What if he called your name as he came? Your pussy craved that inside you. Didn't matter how hard you tried to think of something else, those things never left your mind.

"There you go." The makeup artist gave you a small mirror and politely gestured for you to give your chair for the next lady she would help. All the ladies, except for the bride, were getting ready together.

"Thank you." You smiled at her then looked at your reflexion, satisfied with the simple makeup. After all, the wedding would be at the beach.

"Come on, time for your dress." Maggie said excitedly, pulling you by the arm.

For the first time if felt so weird to be friends with her. Your head just kept repeating 'I fucked your brother I fucked your brother I fucked your brother'… That was so stupid, like she didn't know you two had a sexual life. It would make more sense if it was 'I fucked your brother with only a door separating us and lied to you WHILE I did that'. For some reason that last phrase put a smirk on your face and made your cheeks heat. Maybe the danger was kinda hot.

"Here." She handed you a box with your name on it. You smiled so much. It was adorable how loved those little things made you feel.

"Thank you so much…" You hugged her tightly. When you two separated from each other, you whispered another 'I'm sorry'.

"What are you sorry for?" She laughed.

Your mind repeated: 'I fucked your brother with only a door separating us and lied to you WHILE I did that'. But your mouth just said:

"I just got emotional."

Some other women around you started to discuss with Maggie how all that wedding atmosphere actually made people emotional. You excused yourself and went to the bathroom to put on your dress.

When you stripped, your noticed Jake actually left marks on your hips. You prayed there was nothing on your neck, and, as far as you could see, there really wasn't. An idea flashed through your mind… Maybe Jake would like to see his good work. You stood in front of the full body mirror and removed your bra, keeping only your black lace panties. With one arm, you 'covered' your breasts, but not much, he would be able to see your right nipple between your fingers. With your other hand you snapped picture of your full body in the mirror. You sent him with the caption: 'Too many bruises for someone who didn't even cum.'

You smirked, proud of yourself. Now you would just finish getting dressed while you waited for him to reply.

When you finally opened your box, you found there a beautiful dark blue long dress, with little details in white and a traditional hawaiian necklace, like the ones you noticed some of the girls already had.

You got dressed and looked at yourself for a while in the mirror. You checked your phone. Jake had left you on read. You weren't sure what that meant, but there wasn't much time to think anyway.

When you walked out of the bathroom, everyone's head turned to you and you were showered in compliments. That's something you probably would hate in other occasions, but you were too happy to care at that moment, you just played along.

"My brother is a very lucky man." Maggie smiled at you.

"No, I am lucky to be here." You replied shily.

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After everyone got ready, you went ouside, where everyone was getting in position. You saw a few people already on the chairs along the sand and Jake's dad already standing there really nervous. In the back, a breathtaking view of the ocean.

When you spotted Jake, he was already looking at you with a smile on his face. You walked till where he was and gave him a quick kiss. You both acted like that picture earlier never happened.

"You look so beautiful, my love." He said, looking at you with the biggest smile and nothing but love in his eyes.

"You too, handsome."

Everyone got in position. The children would go first, spreading flowers on the way, followed by Maggie and her husband, you and Jake would come next. You were very nervous, because you knew all eyes would be on you… Everyone would have an opinion on Jake's girl and why would it be you, after all those gorgeous women he dated.

Soon, you heard that the bride arrived. The music started playing and Jake offered you his arm.

"God, I love seeing you like this." He whispered as soon as you took his arm.

You just looked at him with a curious expression.

"Acting like a good girl in front of my family." He said as Maggie and Peter started to walk. "Like you weren't imagining me taking you right here in front of them. Just don't forget to smile."

As soon as he finished the phrase, you realized it was time to go. He did it on purpose. Now you were supposed to act naturally in front of everyone.

"I thought we agreed that there would be no games today." You whispered to him, keeping a smile on your face as he guided you down the aisle greeting some of the guests on the chairs around you.

"Yes, honey." He said. "But you're the one who started the game when you thought it would be cute to send me pictures of yourself acting like a slut. Now I'm the one who decides when the game ends."

Nobody said anything for the rest of the ceremony.

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It was one of the most beautiful ceremonies you had ever seen in your life. Hawaii was definitely a magical place. Everything was so romantic that it made you forgot for almost an hour that you and Jake were in the middle of something. You didn't actually know what was it, but he didn't make empty threats.

After a few pictures of the couple, there would be a small reception. All the guests went to a space filled with flowers, fruits and all tables were decorated with shells, lanterns and small details that symbolized the beach.

You had lunch with Jake's family and a nice conversation. You loved to see Jake and Maggie interacting, they looked like two kids. The purest love you had ever seen.

But after everyone already had a few drinks and decided to dance, you and Jake sat alone on a table and you rested your head on his shoulder as you watched the waves. He placed a small kiss on the top of your head and intertwined your fingers.

"Y/N…" He called grabbing your thigh. You were thankful you were wearing a long dress, otherwise he would have slid his hand under it already.

"Jake, it's your father's wedding, for the love of God." You tense up under his touch as his fingers move over your clothes between your legs.

"Okay." He stopped touching you, crossing his arms on his chest. "If you don't want to, I won't touch you. I mean… You're the one who complained you didn't cum today. I did."

"Did you?" You tried to sound uninterested, but it was like he knew you couldn't stop thinking about that earlier.

"Yeah. You should be there." He leaned down to speak closer to your ear. "Would have filled your mouth, just the way I know you love."

You felt your face going red.

"What's wrong, love?" He smirked.

"What is this? Revenge?" You asked, looking back to make sure nobody was paying attention to you. "Because you didn't like picture I sent you earlier? You didn't even reply."

"Have you lost your mind, babygirl?" He used his darkest tone. "You think you can act like a brat right now because I won't do anything? Push me a little harder and I'll grab you by the neck and, if you're lucky, drag you to our bedroom before fucking you."

"S-sorry, Sir." You mumbled, the fire inside you burning between your legs.

"It's okay, love." He switched to a sweet voice. "I know how you can get when you don't get what you want. But don't worry, we don't have to stay much longer."

"That's sad." You teased him. "Such a lovely party."

"Really was." He brought your hand to his lips and gave it a kiss. "I heard so many people complimenting you."

"Really?"

"Yes." He smiled at himself. "You do know how to behave."

"But you love it when I don't." You shrugged.

"Gives me an excuse to leave earlier." He admited. "So I can teach you a lesson."

"So you've been teasing me for a while because you want to leave?" You raised your eyebrows.

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That conversation didn't last more than 20 minutes. Next think you knew is that he had you pinned against the wall in your hotel room.

"You're not in a hurry now, are you?" He said leaving bites all over your neck.

"No…" You answer as you try to take his shirt off.

He helps you remove it, then also removes his pants and your dress, pushing you on the bed. You laid on your back and automatically spread your legs. He grabbed your thighs and laid on top of you, running his hands through your legs and pulling your underwear down, starting to draw circles on your clit using a pressure you weren't prepared for.

"Good." He smiled as he watched you shut your eyes and grab the sheets with both hands. "'Because for the rest of this lovely family holliday, all I want is to fuck you like it's our honeymoon."

He could have made you cum just by saying that. But doing it while playing that hard with your clit had you seeing stars in the middle of the word 'honeymoon'.

"Fuck." You said as your body started to relax. "I've been waiting for this since 8am."

"It wasn't supposed to happen." He said, ending all physical contact. "I brought you here to teach you to be thankful for what I give you."

"I am!" You protested. "Thank you for making me cum so fast, baby. I needed this."

"But earlier…" He sighed. "You sent me a picture of your bruised hips and dared to tell me this wasn't good enough for you. Tell me, Y/N… Is it my fault you didn't cum?"

"No…" You watch his strong arms on each side of your body holding his weight and crave for them to grab you. "It was mine. I was in a hurry."

"No, that's not true." He got his lips dangerously close to yours. "You said I was annoying you because I was inside you. Does that sound annoying to you right now?"

You shook your head.

"Listen." He raised one of your legs so he could give the back of your thigh a slap. You moaned loudly. "I tried to be nice to you this morning and you were a little brat to me, weren't you? Is that how you treat your fucking daddy?"

You couldn't describe the feeling in your pussy everytime he called himself daddy.

"I'm sorry, daddy." You knew that, in the end, there would always be a game. And he would be the one who made the rules. "I just didn't want your sister to know…"

He gave you another slap, on the same spot. And harder this time.

"I swear to God, Y/N." He said coldly. "If I hear another excuse… So you didn't want my sister to know that you're a fucking ungrateful slut?"

"I don't want you to think I am ungrateful, daddy." You licked your lips as you watched his being so close. But you wouldn't kiss him. You wouldn't do anything that could put you in trouble at that moment. "I want you to feel so good."

"How, babygirl?" He gently brushed his lips against yours and grinded against your pussy with his still covered, but very hard, cock.

"Cum so deep inside me." You begged. "I don't care if I don't. Only if you want me to."

"I just made you cum, darling." He smirked. "Don't be greedy. We both know who you really are, right?"

"I am your good girl." You repeated the phrase that kind of became your thing in bed. Or wherever he felt like teasing you.

"That's right, baby." He removed his underwear and entered you slowly. "You're my good girl. My tight little girl, fuck."

You were a mess. He was moving so slowly, but his words were too hot. He was so beautiful and so good at keeping everything under his control. He leaned down to finally kiss you. And as the kiss grew wilder, so did his hips movements. He held your waist and pulled you down on his cock on each thrust, allowing him to go so deep. So deep, so fast, so loud. You thought there was no way his family wouldn't hear you right now, not even if they were in another hotel. But you didn't care what they thought, you were Jake's good girl and that's all you needed.

"I'm your good girl, daddy." You screamed.

"That's right, you're my good girl." He lost it, fucking you like you were unbreakable. "Cum with me, you deserve it."

You didn't think you would be able to hold it, not even if he asked you to. As soon as you felt him spilling himself inside you, your second orgasm hit you harder than the first one.

He removed himself from you and laid down properly in bed, bringing you to his chest and hugging you lovingly.

"It's our honeymoon." You smiled dizzly.

"Yes, baby." He secretly got butterflies whenever he imagined you being his wife. Maybe Hawaii was the perfect place to ask you to be. Maybe not, maybe you should just pratice for now. All he knew was that there was a new game officially on. "It's our honeymoon."

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Girl Crush (XIV)

Chapter 14 : Or Perhaps A Blossom?

Ha… here we go again for another chapter. I'm torturing our poor baby, sorry about that. Angsty chapter ahead… I hope you like it!! Tell me what you think about it!!

The next four chapters are ready, so I'll have no trouble keeping the rhythm of an update every 48 hours through the next week.

Word Count: 3921

The realization made it hard for him to look at you and Gareth holding hands.

It also made it hard for him to look at you altogether.

He was in love with you, and he had to stop being in love with you as soon as possible.

Loving you wasn't something he could manage, on a practical point of view.

First reason: because you were his best friend, and there was no one on earth – except for his mum and his sister perhaps – whom he trusted more. You were so important to him, and he knew that he was important to you as well. He was your best friend, and he couldn't throw it all to the wind simply because he was being silly.

Second reason: because he was pretty certain that he wasn't truly in love. A crush, maybe? Yeah, probably. He simply needed to control his heart, and it would all be over before it could put him in trouble.

Third reason: you weren't single. And he knew you well enough to be certain that if you learnt about his feelings for you, you would never want to see him again. You were too loyal and honest to break Gareth's heart like that.

No, no, no, most definitely no. It wasn't possible for him to keep this up. He needed to clear his mind and heart and things would get back to normal.

The fact that he had dreamt of snogging you senseless the previous night didn't make his efforts easier, but he wouldn't give up so easily. Still, he had to hide the way he felt while he was going through this dinner with you and Gareth and try to ignore the way his blood was boiling at the sight of this man touching you…

"Harry? You listening?"

He shook himself, finally realizing that you had been talking to him and he had completely ignored you, his eyes still resting on your and Gareth's hand intertwined on the wooden table.

"I'm sorry, I didn't sleep last night. I zoned out. What were you saying?"

You gave him a worried frown.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

"No, no… I… umm… just didn't sleep well. I don't know why," he lied.

He bloody knew why he hadn't slept so well the previous night, and you were the reason. Between his messy thoughts and how he had dreamt of your lips, the poor man had found barely any rest.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Nothing's wrong. I'm sorry I zoned out, I'm focusing now. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that Gareth and I are gonna go on holiday together!" you smiled, excitement shining in your eyes.

"Amazing!" Harry lied. "Where are you going?"

"Maybe Canada! How awesome is that?"

You seemed genuinely happy. Overexcited even. Was it about the destination or the fact that you were leaving with Gareth though? Harry tried to search for the answer in your eyes but it was hard to tell.

"Wow! Awesome indeed! Where in Canada?"

"We are hesitating between Toronto and Ottawa, what do you think? You've travelled to both, right?"

"Umm… yeah… umm."

Under the table, Harry's fists clenched so tightly his short nails were ready to cute the skin of his palm. You were asking him advices to plan your romantic trip with Gareth?!

Cool… so nice… perfect… it was perfectly okay…

Hell if he was going to help the two of you plan a perfect romantic escapade to Canada…

"Harry?"

"Yeah… erm… I was thinking… I have to admit that I was touring then, so, I didn't enjoy all that you can do in these cities, you know?"

"Sure," Gareth nodded.

"But which one did you prefer?" you insisted.

"I… I genuinely don't know."

"We should ask a travel agent, sweetie," Gareth said, and Harry wanted to punch his stupid smile out of his face.

"Sure," you nodded, clearly a little disappointed.

Harry hated seeing this expression on your features, it made his heart sink in his chest.

"For how long are you leaving?"

"Five days," Gareth answered. "We want to leave for Valentine's Day."

Oh dear God, a romantic escapade for Valentine's Day… Harry was suddenly nauseous.

"That's nice."

You had grown quiet, and Harry knew why. You had probably waited to see him in person to talk about the trip with him. You were excited. You would be going to a place you had never been. And you wanted his help to plan it, because you knew he had been there and would give you the best advices.

And he was letting you down completely.

"I… I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a sec," Harry excused himself, standing up and walking across the restaurant too fast.

He was relieved to find the toilets empty, and he rested his hands on the sink, heaving a deep sigh. He finally realized that his hands were shaking.

What was he going to do?

Get his act together, that was what he was going to do.

He was going to stop feeling the way he felt for you. You were his best friend, and nothing more.

He kept on repeating the words in his head, like a mantra he hoped to carve in his brain if he traced the letters again and again.

Y/N is just a friend. Y/N is just a friend.

Just a friend…

The realization kicked all the air out of his lungs.

He was just a friend to you. Not the other way around. Not anymore…

Tears blurred his vision, stinging his eyes. Why the hell was he crying? He wasn't really in love with you. He was just tired, and being stupid. He had to get his act together, because you were sitting in this fancy restaurant with Gareth, and you were waiting for your best friend to come back, and he couldn't let you down.

You and Gareth…

The thought of the two of you walking hand in hand in the streets of Toronto rushed before his eyes: walking and laughing through parks, kissing in the sunset on the islands, and you laughing and being so damn happy with Gareth.

Harry hadn't noticed the sob forming in his chest before it was shaking his whole frame.

Why was he crying like that?

It meant nothing. A few dreams, okay, big deal? He was just really tired. The previous evening when he had felt… that way… it was just… a meaningless moment. Yes, that was all there was to be read in it. A meaningless moment. And he was not really in love with you. It was just his head being a mess, he had to get a grip on his own emotions and…

But then he saw you and Gareth walking in the same hotel room, and sharing the same bed and…

Another sob was suffocating him.

Slowly, he looked up to stare back at his reflexion. And he realized he was being a fool. The truth was painted all over his features.

He was in love with you.

Not just a crush, not anything he could push away. He was in love with you.

And he didn't want you to leave with Gareth to Toronto, because he wanted to be the one holding your hand while taking a walk in a park. He wanted to be the one kissing you by the edge of the river, he wanted to be the one carrying your suitcase in the hotel room you would share. He wanted to be the one lying down by your side in your pyjamas at night. And he would have done anything to be the one waking up in the morning to see your face.

What the hell was he going to do now?

He turned on the water and poured the cold liquid all over his face. He took a few deep breaths to calm down.

He was your best friend. And he couldn’t let you down.

If it wasn't something he could brush off as easily as he had hoped, he had to keep a mask on. Act as if nothing had changed. Because otherwise, he would hurt you, and he couldn’t live with the mere thought of causing you any pain.

If something had shifted in his heart, to you nothing had changed, and he owed it to you to pull himself together and protect you.

Would he tell you about the way he felt now?

He played the scenario in his head. What would happen if he did?

You were with Gareth. You were so loyal, it was annoying. Was there a chance for you to choose him altogether?

He didn't think so. Besides, would he take the risk so soon? He had barely realized how he felt, damn, he couldn't even fully believe it himself for now. How could he put you through this? Making you choose between your best friend and your boyfriend, it wasn't fair. Not for now, at the very least.

He shook his head as he stood straighter again. For now, none of this mattered. Whatever he would choose to do the next morning, or the day after that, for now, you were waiting for him to come back. You were having a nice dinner with him and Gareth. For tonight, at the very least, he ought to bury his feelings and forget about it all. He had to stay strong and wear an unbreakable appearance.

He needed to act like the friend you deserved. It would be selfish of him to settle for anything less.

He took one last deep breath, and walked out of the bathroom again. He shot you a smile as he took his seat around the table once more.

"You know, actually, I think Toronto would be great. I liked the sight on the islands, very romantic in the sunset. I'm sure you'd love it."

"Really?" you asked back, and all traces of disappointment disappeared from your features in favour of a grin.

He forced a smile, even though he could feel his heart growing heavier and heavier.

Oh, how he wished you were this excited about a trip you would take with him…

"Yeah. I remember a few restaurants with very nice views too. I'll look for the names, and send them to you tomorrow. Would that be okay?"

"That would be amazing! Thank you so much!"

You nudged Gareth, a proud smile on your face.

"See? I told you Harry would give us good advices."

"Of course," Gareth gave your best friend a smile that longed to be grateful, but remained a little too cold to convey the right feeling.

But Harry didn't notice that detail at all. His eyes were fixed upon you, his smile growing a little sad, a little dreamy.

He didn't even notice when the waiter came back with the main course, and only mumbled a thank you because he recognized the words on your lips.

You really were beautiful in this light…

Gareth was gone home to sleep, but nor Harry nor you wanted the evening to finish just yet, so you had decided to take a walk together before going home.

It was quite cold at night, once the sun wasn't spreading its warmth anymore, November settling for a moody weather. Harry covered your shoulders with his coat without a word. He didn't even think about it, didn't ask if you wanted him to. It was natural by now.

"It feels good to have you back for a couple of days," you grinned, locking your elbow with his.

He returned your smile.

"It feels good to be back."

"I was surprised that you didn't go back to see your family though?"

Harry was taken off guard by your statement. He realized then that… he hadn't even thought about this possibility. He had a few days off, so he had booked a flight to L.A. He hadn't hesitated for a second. And he realized then why he had made this decision so naturally, as if it were the most obvious thing to do.

Because when he had booked these tickets two months before, he was already in love with you.

He was going to L.A. not because it was home, not because he missed the city or some of his friends. He was always going back to L.A. because you lived there, and because he longed for you.

He didn't miss the beach, the sea, the rush of life, the Californian sun. He realized then that, whenever he went away, he missed the long walks across the sand you would take together while talking for hours. He missed throwing you in the ocean to make you laugh. He missed going around the city in crazy errands with you. He missed spending his evenings and afternoons outside with you, sitting in his garden and drinking lemonade while you destroyed him at whatever gameboard you had chosen.

He didn't miss L.A. He had never missed L.A. He had always missed you.

The realization hit him like yet another punch in the stomach, and he discreetly brushed the tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. He shivered but it wasn't because of the cool breeze.

He felt so lonely all of a sudden. He noticed that he had felt lonely for a long time, actually.

And he had thought just a couple of hours before that it was just a silly crush that was disturbing his habits, when actually, it had been love all along that was shaking his whole life.

How could he deal with that? And for how long had it been there?

He noticed that you were talking, but couldn't find a way to focus enough to decipher whatever words you spoke. He listened to the sound of your voice though, it sounded as soothing as a melody, and he found it easier to breathe again.

He looked through his memory, tried to pinpoint when he had started to feel this way for you.

But he couldn't.

He knew that he had longed to see you again as soon as he had left for the tour, of that he was certain. So… it had been there for months.

He reckoned that it had been there before though, a tiny seed slowly growing to bloom into full feelings as weeks went by. Maybe it had all begun once he was single again? Maybe it had started the minute he had bumped into you in that hall, at the wedding?

Did it matter though? He couldn't deny anymore that the feelings were there, and that was terrifying.

He couldn't tell you about it though. For all the reasons he had thought about before, but most importantly because he felt too lost to confront you with the way he felt. He couldn't do this. Couldn't drag you down with him. He had to figure things out first.

Figure things out? He didn't even know what that was supposed to mean. He had just figured out that he was in love with you, what else did he have to figure out?

He noticed that you were talking about your trip again, and he focused more on your words this time. He was starting to get a severe headache out of all the thoughts tearing his mind apart.

"I can't wait to be there," you told him with excitement, making that cute little wiggle you always did when you were particularly happy about something, and Harry was certain for a moment that he was going to melt into a poodle right there on the dark pavement. "It's gonna be amazing! And thanks to your help, we'll know all the spots to see! Besides, I think it'll do us some good."

Harry frowned at this last remark.

"What do you mean 'it will do you good'? Everything's alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine," you heaved a sigh, and you didn't seem so merry anymore. "I mean… It's just… nevermind."

"No, no, tell me."

"I… I don't know… I'm just not so sure. I like him, and he's very sweet to me. But he doesn't make me feel like I'm his dream come true, you know? He doesn't make me feel like he adores me. I don't know, it's silly. We're having a great relationship, I bet we just need a little time. We've only been together for a few months after all, it's rather normal to not be like… madly in love yet."

We're not even together, and I'm already madly in love with you. And from what I could gather, it seems I've loved you for a long time.

His thought tore a hole in his lungs.

"I'm very happy with him though," you smiled more brightly to him. "He's very nice to me. And… he tries hard to keep me happy. Can't say that it's been the same for all my relationships. I reckon that… I got real lucky with this one."

Would you say that you were lucky too if you were with me instead?

"What about you? Is there anyone these days?"

You. I've just realized, it's been you for an awfully long time. And maybe that's why I can't settle for anyone else…

"Not really," he shrugged your question away. "I'm too busy to think about that."

"Really?" you questioned, not convinced, but he chose to ignore your question.

"Do you really have doubts about you and Gareth?"

It was your turn to shrug.

"Not really. I wouldn't say that. I… I'm happy with him. It's… safe. It feels safe. But it doesn't feel as… exciting as I would like it to be sometimes. I don't know."

"Maybe you would have that too with someone else. Maybe you'd have both the safety and the excitement. Maybe it's a sign that he isn't the right one for you."

You laughed at him. He reckoned that it was the first time that your laughter was hurting him.

"No, no… I wouldn't say that. It's not that bad. I don't reckon it is. Maybe I'm just fantasizing about something I can't have, because it doesn't exist."

"I'm not boring! And I'm safe!"

For the second time, you laughed and it pierced his heart through and through.

"No, that's true. I feel safe with you, and you are everything but boring."

"See?"

"Yeah, but you're my best friend, not my lover! That's not the same at all. Can I have both in love and not just friendship? Not sure."

He was about to speak again, but you guided the conversation towards his shows once more, and he yielded when you asked him to tell you about the crazy things that had happened on stage that you had missed.

Meanwhile, he was processing your words, and it was quite clear to him then that if he told you how he felt, he would lose you.

What choice did have then? All he could do was bite his tongue, take the pain, and put on a smile. Because the other possibility was to never see you again, and anything was better than this option.

You didn't see him as a lover, only as a friend. He was ready to take anything you would give him, if it meant keeping you in his life.

If he were honest with himself, he would have admitted that he was heartbroken.

Gareth.

Harry could hear your words echoing through his mind again and again even though it had been over a week now and he was back on tour, even though he was in a cold hotel room now…

I don't know… I'm just not so sure. I like him, and he's very sweet to me. But he doesn't make me feel like I'm his dream come true, you know? He doesn't make me feel like he adores me. I don't know, it's silly. We're having a great relationship, I bet we just need a little time.

A little time?

Harry pressed too hard on the tube of his toothpaste, cursed under his breath as he covered too much of his toothbrush with the white minty substance. He shoved the toothbrush in his mouth, and brushed his teeth with too much strength, glowering at his own reflection as if he were facing Gareth instead of staring at his own green eyes.

He couldn't get you out of his mind at all. With a little time and self-reflection, he had reached a better understanding of his feelings for you. The conclusion to his study was that he was utterly fucked.

He loved you. He loved you so damn much. It had been here for a long time and he couldn't even believe that he had managed to remain in denial for so long. But you were with Gareth…

Gareth… if he didn't make you feel like you were a goddess then what the hell was the point of him being with you at all?

Harry would treat you better. He would make you feel worshipped. Hell, he would make sure that you knew how much he cared, how much he wanted to be with you, how much he loved everything about you. He would make sure to make you happy.

You deserved the best way of loving someone and nothing less. And if a man wasn't able to make you feel special and loved, then he didn't deserve you, it was plain and simple.

Harry would bring you breakfast in bed every Sunday. He would buy you your favourite treats, and your favourite flowers and tons of useless little things just to spoil you a little. He would buy you even more scarves even if you always complained that you had too many already. He would be just as stubborn as you were when you were wrong. He would compliment you about everything you did right. He would show you that he didn't take you for granted. He would… he would adore you the way Gareth couldn't.

He spat the toothpaste in the sink, angry, his stomach twisting in a way that made him feel like he could throw up. When he looked up at his own eyes in the mirror again, he was on the verge of tears.

It wasn't anger that could be read in his eyes now. It was just pain.

"Why won't you let me adore you?" he asked to his own image, but it was your eyes he imagined staring back at him instead of his.

The ache that coursed through his chest, spreading across his heart to reach his lungs and through his ribcage, was so sharp that he rested a hand on his bosom. He heaved a tired sigh, walked out of his bathroom and reached for the notebook on his nightstand.

There was only one thing to do when the pain became too much for him to bear. He traced his sorrow with ink in an attempt to transfer it onto paper and forget about it. And for a little while, he knew it would work. It would ease the pain better than any painkiller would, calm his mind enough for him to sleep through the night.

And in a few days, something else would hurt him just the same, and he would have to write it all over again.

So, that was what his life would be like from now on?

The pen traced his thoughts on the blank page, simple and too earnest.

Just let me adore you

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Sorry for the formatting, I’m on mobile.

🖇 Hi, can I please request male matchups for One Punch Man and My Hero Academia? Thank you!

I’m a grey/demisexual, panromantic girl. I’m over 18, I’ m an ENFP though I feel like I’m 50/50 extroverted and introverted. I’m 5’5, full of snark and sass. I like to wear clothes ai can move in, though my usual wear is sneakers, jeans, a tank top and a jacket if it’s cold. I’m assertive and until people get to know me, I can come off as aggressive and angry/grumpy. I’m extremely opinionated and get outspoken about my beliefs. I’m very smart but I will need a while to process new information and see how that new information interacts and intersects with what I already know. I have a strong sense of right and wrong, and not afraid of conflict. Am ready to throw down at the drop of a hat and even though I’m on the smaller side I *will* kick someone’s ass. I have very few friends, but the ones I do have are especially close to me.

My major fear in life is that I won’t live up to my full potential. A word that I like, if it doesn’t have to be in English, is the Japanese word/name ‘mamoru’ which means to defend/to protect.

My favorite color is red, and I like silver and cool colors secondly. I love action and super hero movies, and I hate most romance movies/love triangles in shows. I love sci-fi too. I can be pretty insightful and observant despite what most people think, as I do come off as a loner or oblivious on occasion. I hate corruption, double standards and fake people. The most important quality I value in myself, and others is loyalty.

I’m an Aries sun with an Aquarius moon. I like savory foods and my favorite is steak. My favorite time of day is evening, and my love languages are physical touch and quality time. Fun facts are I’m very good at playing the Imposter in Among us, I’ve played piano, clarinet, and baritone and I’d like to learn a string instrument at some point. If there’s a I’ve been told by two separate people that my aura color is creamsicle/bright orange. My favorite bands are the emo-trinity, and one of my favorite songs is Trouble by Neon Jungle. My favorite anime of all time is Kill la Kill. Hope this enough info ❤️

A/n : Don't worry for formating i'm on mobile too ! AND I'M SORRY TO ANSWER YOUR ASK SO LATE LIKE YOU HAD TO WAIT A MONTH ?!

One punch man >>>

I match you with...

Speed o Sound Sonic

Less than five min to match you two lol.

Like I think you're pretty much his type in a matter of style or personality.

The first time you met it was chaos, like you two probably argued about something as you are very opiniated. But at least you didn't scared each other by being agressive like it would usually with more sensitive people.

Sonic is pretty impulsive when it comes to takes decision but that doesn't mean he's not smart, I think he's pretty decent in his reflexion when he's not attending to kill Saitame at all it cost... When comes new information he process to treat them faster, what makes him pretty resourceful and so your two methods complete each others and gives you a little bit of intellectual challenge when they're confronted.

Likes that you aren't a people pleaser that goes to befriend everyone and capable to kick his ass when he's being an idiot.

You're not even that small beside him, like the height difference is 9cm. Sonic feel tall but not enough to mess with you about it.

"Mamoru" is a word that he would like too and don't worry about live your life to your fullest with him cause he would never let that happen ! If you want something he would push you for it !

Actions movies are is favorite so far since he integrated a "normal" japanese society, doesn't like romance ones too but sci-fi doesn't takes that much his interest, I likely see him sleep during them.

The tsundere he is founded recomfort in your oblivious facade but once he knew about your hiden obsvervative nature it became his worst nightmare : When he would believe that he can let his guard down and that you won't see if he let somes evidence about if he's doing something subtly romantic or that he admit again slightly have feelings for you, you would caught him out off guard and point out with a lot of sass how he is such a tsundere.

Sonic is very loyal, but you will have to proove him first that you are to him.

He doesn't have an official birthday but I'm pretty sure his chart is strongly influenced by either Aries or Sagittarius. He got strong vibes in my opinion.

Your touch makes him flustered but I do think he's into physical touch as a love language and act of services even if he whines and act as a tsundere before doing something for you.

Sonic probably sucks at playing Among Us so he takes it even worse than he would notmally do that you're a good impo' and just rage whenever you are one.

Is in love with your aura brighter than his.

Also is secretely admirative of your musicals skills, likes when you play clarinet or piano except that he's not a fan or baritone.

Kill la Kill is definitely an anime that I could see him enjoy so you can rewatch with him without any problem.

Nothing is forced in your relationship so you two goes at the rythm that you want. No pressure.

A lot of laugh and fun, even if Sonic lives as a bandit, I can see two as partner in crime or you as the one that bring him kn the right path, your choice !

Try to doesn't involve you in his problem and makes some times for both of you.

Sonic never let you in his home as he changes often and literaly live in an abandonned area, a dirty place really that you don't deserve to live in and him neither but he don't care about himself.

So always it's at your place if you want to being at home with him.

He's researched so you two can't date often but you does watch the town together on the rooftop of higher buildings.

Others potential matchs :

Tatsumaki.

My hero Academia >>>

I match you with...

Dabi

Oh God. Here we have a pretty explosive combination.

Honestly, he won't like you and likes you at the same time the first time you will met.

He likes your style and doesn't mind the way you can come as agressive at first but does dislike how opiniated you can be, like it's a bit too much for him. It's a pros and your cons at the same time but the worst I think is if you impose your opinion to him, like girl... he would literaly eject you.

But as you're opiniated you're aren't afraid to speak for yourself and you're able to debate at least to defend your opinion. I definitely can't see him with someone that doesn't bother to think about the our society at least a little bit.

Dabi probably makes fun of how slow it can be for you taking decision and analyzing situatuon but does respect it as sometimes things can't always be resolved in the second and that usually your reflexions are pretty accurate and goes more further than his. He's not dumb but definitely a man of action.

I know you're against corruption im sorry but I likely see Dabi try to corrupt your beliefs of right and wrong in a playful way, he doesn't force you to anything but jokes about how you're idealistic and so innocent. This isn't the same type of corruption but yeah...

Besides that he's admirative of your strong sense of justice, unlike others heroes you're sincere about it.

And don't hesit to kick some ass, even his. You're not afraid to makes enemies or disagree and that does makes you an honest person in Dabi eyes.

Doesn't understand how you can be afraid to live your life to your fullest and would likely tell you to do what you want to do and don't care about others.

He's very protective of you so he doesn't like to meet you outside and like Sonic is loyal whenever you are. You need to gain his trust.

You're so much brighter than him it hurts, you're his dose of light in his darker world.

He would notice your secret obsvervative nature quicker than anybody else and wouldn't even be surprised if you notice a lot of things about him that he didn't know himself. Actually I even think that in your relationship you would think of him as the careless one when he is for real but a lot less with you.

I'm pretty sure that the fact that you're not someone into romance is something is glad about like... this isn't is thing at all and so it's isn't yours too you don't except him to be very romantic what he's totally not.

This man would understand his feelings toward you after a while like you two can wait more than 8 months like this if nothing confront him to realize his strong attachement to you.

So you know know how he is please let him breathe and do not takes initiative of physical affection in public if it's not a very slight one or that he's not in a playful mood.

Can always dream of a proper date.

Others potential matchs :

Himiko Toga, Kyoka Jirou.

#one punch man #my hero academia #mha #dabi #sonic opm #matchup #matchups

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LOKI SMUT AND 108% FLUFF

Hello!!! I believe this is my first actual Loki smut, and I had several blocks in the process so... Hope it's still what you needed @jessiejunebug, thank you for this beautiful request! ❤

Prompt: You are insecure and hate the way you look, but Loki has a very good idea to change that.

Warnings: insecurities. Smut. Public teasing.

Like 2k words.

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You sat in bed, in front of a big mirror, applying your red lipstick.

"Darling?" Loki called, entering the room. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere." You shrugged. "I just want you to know I can be pretty sometimes."

He furrowed his eyebrows and walked in your direction, standing between you and the mirror.

"Sometimes?" He asked.

"If I try." You looked at the floor.

"Is it lipstick that makes you pretty?" He looked really annoyed.

"You know why I do this." You brought the lipstick back to your mouth, but you felt something soft against your skin instead.

He had turned the lipstick into a red rose. You looked at him and he still seemed angry.

You were going to say something, but before you could, he was on his knees in front of you, pulling you for a kiss.

He grabbed your thighs and forced you to give him space, so he sat in front of you and brought you to his lap.

Piece by piece, you started removing each other's clothes, and once you were done, he brought you to sit on his lap again. He had his back turned to the mirror, but you were facing it.

"Do you want to ride me now, my love?" He said in that raspy voice that gave you shivers.

You nod, looking deeply into the fire in his eyes.

"Okay, you can." He said, stroking your lips softly. Then he looked at his red thumb and you realized he was actually removing your lipstick. "As long as you don't take your eyes off that mirror."

"But..." You protested. "I like to look at you."

He sighed and slowly entered you with two fingers. You arched your back and bit your lip. He started to move his fingers faster, using his other hand to stroke your inner thigh gently.

"Loki?" You smiled at him, but he still had a serious expression.

"Yes?" He whispered against your lips as he got closer to give you open-mouthed kisses. "Do you want to come?"

"I do." You moaned with your lips still connected when his hand moved from your thigh to stroke your folds.

"Eyes on the mirror." He said drily, breaking the kiss.

"No." You rolled your eyes.

"Are you disrespecting my orders and rolling your eyes at me?" He asked, making your stomach sink.

You didn't answer. He removed his fingers from you and you from his lap, standing you and getting dressed. You sat in bed waiting for him to say what was going to happen now. But he didn't, he just left without looking back.

Who did he think he was? You wouldn't let him do that. He had to understand that things weren't going to be always the way he wants. You stood up and started getting dressed too. You looked at the bed and saw the rose there. There was a stunning contrast between it's red and the white sheets. But the beauty fadded when you realized Loki turned a 20 dollar lipstick into a flower. You smirked. He would see what you were capable of now.

You took a shower to calm yourself down and applied an even darker shade of lipstick, cause you had to show Loki you could do whatever you wanted. You put on a short black dress and went to the living room of the avengers tower. You saw Thor half asleep on the sofa and Tony in the kitchen, checking his phone. They noticed you arrived, but didn't look up.

"Where's Loki?" You asked. Thor only shrugged.

"He's your responsability, Y/N. Not ours." Tony replied unamused, but when he raised his eyes to look at you, he raised his eyebrows. "Going somewhere?"

"No. Why?" You smirked. Thor finally looked at you as well.

"Wow!" The god left out a whistle. "You look stunning, Y/N."

"Don't act surprised when I stab you, brother." You heard Loki's voice coming downstairs.

"Stabbing is not allowed in this building, reindeer games." Tony comments.

Loki doesn't bother answering that.

"Hello, my love." He says, getting closer to where you stood. "Where you looking for me?"

"Yeah." You looked at him confused. So he would just act like nothing happened earlier? "Wanted to know if you liked my new lipstick."

"Oh, I love it." He smiled sweetly. He knew he was making you confused and that's all he wanted.

"How romantic." Tony said, sarcastically.

"I am." Loki smirked. "I even gave her flowers this morning."

You rolled your eyes and sat on the sofa, beside Thor. Loki sat on the other sofa, looking directly at you, making you a little uncomfortable.

Thor started to tell you excitedly about a new tv show he had just discovered, when you started to feel a heat starting on your knees and rising until your neck. You felt sick, like you had a fever. You took your palm to your forehead to feel your temperature, but then you felt his gaze on you again. And he looked like he was up to no good. You gave him a look that meant 'what are you doing?', but instead of giving you some kind of answer, he made it worse.

You started to feel fingerprints inside your shirt, gently brushing your nipples. Soon you feel that touch everywhere, like he had his cold fingers touching all over you at once, but there was no one there. The look in your eyes begged him to stop, and he pretended he didn't see it.

You felt some kind of vibration against your clit that made you jump and almost fall from the sofa.

"What was that?" Thor widened his eyes.

You didn't reply. You had to keep pressing your lips together, otherwise you would moan loudly. It seemed like there was something stroking your walls and the eye contact you were keeping with Loki was driving you crazy.

"Y/N?" Tony called from the kitchen.

And it all stopped at once. All those feelings were gone. You thought you would be relieved, but your body was still tense.

"UGHHH, WHAT?" You yelled.

"It's alright if you don't want to come, you don't have to talk to me like that." The millionaire raised his eyebrows.

"Where are you going?" You blushed. There was no way Loki didn't make him say that phrase. You didn't doubt his powers.

"We're going out for lunch." Thor said excitedly. "Are you coming, brother?"

"Well..." He shrugged. "Y/N is not coming..."

You felt like you should go, just to get some air. But you knew Loki would continue whatever he was doing on that sofa, and would be even worse in public.

As soon as Thor and Tony left, your eyes landed on Loki's innocent face.

"You know I hate it when you do that." You stood up and sat by his side.

"You know I hate it when you disobey me." He replied, grabbing your exposed thigh.

"I don't see why it would please you to make me uncomfortable." You looked at the floor.

"I'm just trying to make you never feel insecure again." His hand left your thigh and cupped your face. His violence became love and protection. "I know how you feel about your looks. But I will not allow it. I can't listen to you saying bad things about yourself... Y/N, you love me for who I am, and I am not a kind, loving and beautiful person like you."

"Of course you are." You smile and bring his hand to your mouth, so you can kiss it. "You make me feel safe."

"Okay, so..." Loki cleaned his throat and tried to find a way to not let his emotions take over again. He felt free to show his feelings for you, and for you only, but he still liked to be on control.

"So?" You smirked and enjoyed that his hands were close to your mouth to wrap your lips against two of his fingers and gently suck them.

"Good girl." He smiled. "You're going to be good to me now, won't you?"

You nodded.

"Come with me." He said, holding your hand and guiding you back to your room.

When you got there, you looked at the mirror and shivered.

"It's okay." He noticed you were uncomfortable. "You don't have to look. But if I were you, I would. It's quite a view."

You weren't sure if that made you feel confident. What you knew was that whenever you did what Loki wanted, you got great rewards from that.

You started to take your clothes off, he just stood there watching your every move.

"Sit down." You asked once you were completely naked.

"Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I said sit down, not kneel." You mocked him.

He didn't move or say anything, he just stared and you began to feel that heat again.

"Oh my god..." You moaned. It was even stronger than before. At some point, your clit was so overstimulated that you could barely stand. "I meant... Please, please sit down, my king... I... Fuck..."

"You what?" He said, making it all stop at once. You felt so empty again.

"I want to ride you, my king." You said, getting closer and starting to unbutton his shirt. He allowed you to. "And I promise I will see myself doing it."

He cursed under his breath and helped you remove the rest of his clothes. He sat down just like before, with his back turned to the mirror, so you could sit on his lap facing it.

And you did. You held on to his shoulders and slowly lowered your hips, feeling him stretching your walls. After your thighs met his a few times, you finally opened your eyes and they met you reflexion on the mirror. Loki noticed and grabbed your waist, making you go faster.

"Look at yourself, Y/N." He said agaisnt your neck, giving it hot kisses. "You're so beautiful like this. How could you ever think you aren't?"

Well, it wasn't that obvious to you. Your lipstick was everywhere, except on your lips: on your chin, on the white sheets, on Loki's shoulders, on Loki's lips... But there was something hot about that. It felt like there was part of you all over him.

Then you realized you left your make up become part of you. Loki pushed you to him hard, making the loudest noises when your bodies collied, and he moaned loudly. All that while you wondered why couldn't you love yourself like he loved you. You looked at your face in that mirror and tried to clean the remaining lipstick off your lips, but it only got messier. So you let go. You focused on Loki's kisses, his hands squeezing you, the way he felt inside you... You felt nothing but him, no shame and no sadness, until you couldn't see your reflexion anymore, because your eyes rolled back and you came.

You didn't come back to reality until he spilled himself inside you. Neither of you had forces to separate from each other. He held you against him body and you opened your eyes, meeting your worst enemy again: your image.

As long as you remembered, it was your worst enemy. But at that moment... it was different. You felt so powerful after you opened your eyes. You laid your head on his shoulder and just couldn't stop looking... Nothing changed about you, actually, you should think it got worse, since your face was now all red and exhausted. But that didn't cross your mind. The contrast between your skin and Loki's naked back and black hair was breathtaking.

Maybe the way you had been trying to get pretty was wrong. In the end, all you needed was allow yourself to be free. Nothing looked better than you than the peace and happiness Loki brought.

"Thank you, Loki." You said, with tears in your eyes.

"What for?" He smiled and kissed your shoulder.

"For making me beautiful." You laughed and held him tightly.

"Y/N, you were born beautiful. I'm just here to remind you." He shrugged. "And I don't mind doing this whenever you forget."

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Theory - Series 6 - River’s revelation

Dear whovians,

I just realized something, and I would love to hear your opinion.

Doctor Who, series 6, A Good Man Goes To War. River's Revelation.

I never understood the exchange between River and the Doctor, when she supposedly tells him who she is. How does she do it, exactly ? All she says is ‘’Can’t you read ?’’ That’s it. And boum, he gets it. No further explanation, except the idea that it’s linked with the Gallifreyan inscriptions on the cot. But that can’t be her name, right ? Then how did the Doctor understand who River really is ? What did he read ?

That's the key question here : what did he read. And here we go for an analysis of the scene, or more precisely, the editing, of that specific moment.

1st shot : right after River asks him "Can't you read", we see the Doctor lowering his eyes. He’s looking at the cot.

2nd shot : CUT to Amy and Rory watching them from a distance. They can hear everything, but they don’t understand what it means.

3rd shot : CUT to an insert of the circles on the cot, symbolising the Doctor's name in high Gallifreyan. That's what Amy and Rory are looking at. That's what they think the Doctor is reading.

4th shot : CUT to the Doctor, looking back at River, realising the truth with a smile on his face.

The Doctor leaves, Amy gets mad, she doesn’t understand what’s happening, why the Doctor is leaving. River tries to explain it to her by telling her to read what the Doctor just read. Amy tries to read the writings on the cot, what she thinks the Doctor read. But of course, she can’t. And she shouldn’t even try to, because that’s not what River meant. She’s not talking about what’s written on the cot. She’s talking about what’s written in the cot. The little thingy that was given to Amy. Where the name of her daughter is written, in the language of the Gamma Forests.

Because that is what the Doctor read. He lowered his eyes yes, but he didn’t look at what’s written on the cot, but at what’s inside it. He read Melody where it’s supposed to be written Melody, and that’s how he knew. The reason why the Ponds - and the viewers - think he’s reading the Gallifreyan inscription is only because they misunderstood the exchange. We see it through the Pond’s eyes, while River and the Doctor seem to be speaking a language of their own. Except they don’t. Because the actual secret language here, is the editing. We make the viewer see what they think is important, and hide the truth a few moments longer. Why ? THE DRAMA.

The dialogues and the editing here make the revelation last longer, - telling the truth without telling it. And that's cinema for you. And the great power of editing.

Well that’s just the one theory I could come up with to explain what’s happening in that specific moment. Maybe it was obvious to everyone except me. Maybe 602 fans before me have already written all about it (probably, since it was 8 years ago). Or maybe I’m completely wrong, and there’s a much simpler explanation, and someone is going to have fun destroying my entire reflexion. Please do, I would love to read it.

Anyway, I still had fun and I feel pretty happy to finally have a way (maybe not) of explaining that scene, because it’s been bugging me since I first watched it.

Sorry for the long post :D (thanks for reading it)

#doctor who #the doctor #river song #melody pond #it's been eight years I know.#but at least I got there at some point

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They Don’t Know You Like I Do

Gasp! What’s this? A prequel to a one shot? Unheard of! So anon requested Anne Squared content, with the quote “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit” and here we are! This is the prequel to “You’ve Got the Body, I’ve Got the Alibi” because I thought it’d be cool to see what led up to the events of that interesting story. Sorry for any spelling/grammatical errors, my friend is making me watch some very concerning animes with her.

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Normally I don’t specify which portrayals of the queens are in the fics, but this fic is specifically written with Courtney!Boleyn and I feel like it’s an important part.

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Trigger Warnings: Negative thoughts about body image, Anne cursing a lot, body shaming, references to eating disorders

No one was in the dressing room but Cleves, dressed only in pants and a tight bra. She was standing horizontal to the mirror, sucking in her gut. Lifting her hands above her head, Cleves attempted to stretch her body and flex her muscles. Scrunching her nose at her reflexion, Cleves sighed and dropped her arms. Moving closer to the mirror, the queen put her hands on her cheeks. Prodding and stretching the skin, she couldn’t help the frown that formed on her lips.

There were makeup palettes strewed out on her table, the majority of them worn down from overuse. Cleves didn’t like her skin tone, especially when under the theatre lights when everyone could see the sweat on her forehead. It illustrated all her imperfections and bared her to the audience. Set on the back of Cleves’s chair was a thick jacket that she had taken to wearing around the other queens in order to conceal her body.

It was such a small change that none of the queens had noticed it. That’s how Cleves liked it. She was the strong one, the one who came out unscathed, therefore there was no need for her to have any problems. That’s even how it was in the show. Cleves got to have fun and never had any actual trauma to get over. She had no right to worry any of the queens over these insecurities.

Reaching around to her back, Cleves started to tighten her bra in an attempt to make her breasts look perkier. That was what people liked, wasn’t it? More than once she had gotten direct messages from fans. Specifically, men. They were the types of people who told her she was too cocky for someone who didn’t have anything to show off. They ridiculed her costume for showing off what nobody wanted to see. Calling her too manly to be attractive. And as much as Cleves wanted to brush it off, years of ridicule had made her sensitive to their words.

Keep chipping at the wall and one day it will come crumbling down.

As Cleves put her hands on her stomach and pushed in, the door swung open with a loud bang and “I’m here my girls!” Of course it was Anne Boleyn, an energy drink in her hand and a bag in her left (probably full of the fan gifts she always had, Cleves assumed). Her eyes fell on Cleves all alone in the room, her hands still holding her stomach.

Scrambling to grab the coat on her chair, Cleves pulled it around herself to cover up her body. “Anne, hello,” she said awkwardly.

Putting down her things, Anne gave the other queen a strange look. “What were you just doing?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Anne took a step forward. “That’s not what it looked like.”

Defensively stepping away from Anne, Cleves let a snarl appear on her face. “Back off Anne.” The beheaded queen put her hands up and stepped away, going to sit at her station.

There was an awkward tension in the room as the two queens started putting on their makeup. Cleves tried to ignore the glances that Anne kept shooting her, but it was growing increasingly difficult. “You know, I used to do what you were doing.”

“What?” Cleves asked and turned to look at Anne.

Humming in confirmation, Anne put down her lipstick and scooted her chair to the side so she could directly face Cleves. “When the fans started to say things about me, it hurt more than getting my head chopped off a million times. They were so caught up on my body, something they have no say in. At first I was really self destructive.”

“How?” Cleves asked. She felt bad for making Anne share something so personal, but her curiosity was getting the better of her.

For someone sharing their insecurities, Anne seemed rather laid back about it all. “I cried a lot, almost quit the show and asked an alternate to take over the role. That’s what I thought the fans wanted. I stopped eating for a while until Cathy pulled me inside and told me something really important.”

In typical Anne fashion, she dramatically paused and looked pointedly at Cleves. Rolling her eyes, Cleves asked, “What did she say?”

“Your body is your business and no one elses. You should never change for anyone but yourself. Appearances don’t matter, because they don’t last. It’s your experiences and your heart that last.”

There was a moment of vulnerable silence where Cleves felt tears prick the corner of her eyes. When she realized her emotions were getting the better of her, Cleves violently shook her head. “That’s great for you Anne, really, but I don’t have that problem. It’s great advice, but I’m already happy with how I am.” Even as she lied through her teeth, Cleves did her best to create a ravine between her actions and her emotions. Emotions made her weak, and she couldn’t be weak in front of Anne. In front of anyone.

Anne looked disappointed and pulled her chair closer to Cleves. “Babe, I don’t believe that. People who are unashamed don’t hide their bodies when their friends walk by.”

“Are you saying I’m ashamed of who I am?” Cleves accused Anne.

Eyes widening, Anne leaned away. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I,” she sighed, “Look Anna, I’m not the best at this. But whatever they’ve said, it isn’t true.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” Cleves refused to budge.

Nervously, Anne looked down at her hands. This was bringing up bad memories for her, but she needed to make sure Cleves was okay. Being there for family was what the queens always preached to each other, and Anne would be damned if she didn’t help Cleves. “The ones who fat shamed me. The ones who don’t think you’re beautiful. They’re wrong Anna, you have to realize that.” Anne watched Cleves and was disappointed when the German queen didn’t look back. “What do they say?”

Cleves gulped but couldn’t make eye contact with Anne. Instead, she stared in her mirror. “History really is right about you, you remind me of a horse. Why do you show so much of your body when no one wants to see it?” Her voice grew louder as she listed off the familiar words. “What are you doing with women with actual stories to tell, you were just a gold digger. History should’ve forgotten you, you don’t deserve to be with the rest of them.”

“That’s shit if I’ve ever heard it,” Anne spit, disgusted at the words.

“But what they’re saying -”

Speaking with resolve, Anne enunciated every syllable. “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit. You are your own beautiful, amazing woman Anna, and those faceless idiots are only trying to make you feel bad.

Attempting to keep the quiver out of her voice, Anna held back the wave of emotions that was flooding through her chest. “They’re doing a good job.”

Standing up, Anne grabbed Cleves hand and pulled her up. Getting in her face, Anne started to use a more aggressive tactic. She yanked at Cleves’s coat until the German queen gave in and allowed her to slide it off. “This,” Anne said, pointed to Cleves stomach, “fits perfectly with your body structure. Being incredibly skinny is not what works for everyone, and you rock your own look.”

Moving her attention, Anne pointed at Cleves’s arms. “These are big and muscly, powerful. You are a strong woman Anna, and it shows. That scares men, but it turns on the chicks,” she winked, knowing how Cleves had come out earlier that year.

Finally, Anne pointed directly at Cleves’s nose, causing the woman to go cross-eyed. “You’re absolutely beautiful, and your family knows that. Anna, you mean the world to me, and I hate seeing you down on yourself. If you want to wear makeup, wear makeup. I love green eyeshadow, but I don’t do it to please anyone but myself. Don’t force yourself to cake your face in hopes people will find that attractive. If people don’t love you for you, then they don’t love you.” When Cleves only stared at Anne, the beheaded queen awkwardly lowered her hand. “So uh, yeah. You’re a queen, Cleves. A literal queen.”

Rubbing her forehead, Cleves put a hand on her chair. She felt almost dizzy, a whirlwind of suppressed emotions coming to the surface. “I didn’t know you had this much depth Anne.”

“Eh, most people don’t. Being deep is tiring, I don’t know how Cathy keeps up with it. Usually I just cause chaos cause why the hell not.” At Cleves’s unimpressed face, Anne quickly corrected, “Not that I can’t be deep. I seriously meant what I said.”

Smiling painfully, Cleves sent Anne a grateful nod. “Yeah, I know Anne.”

“Aren’t you gonna have a breakdown?” Anne asked, immediately regretting her bluntness.

Cleves chuckled and shook her head. “No, breakdowns aren’t really my thing. But I think… I think I get it now. Or at least a little better.”

Standing with her hands on her hips, Anne nodded. “You can’t tune out their words in a single day, but it gets easier. They say time heals all wounds. And hey, I kinda agree with them, since time healed my head being chopped off, so yeah.”

Unable to restrain a laugh, Cleves felt her spirits start to rise. As extremely airheaded as Anne seemed sometimes, she really did know what to say. “Thank you for gracing me with your wisdom, Anne.”

“It’s mostly Cathy’s, but your welcome!” The two queens returned to their seats and began preparing for the show, a more calm silence settling between them. “Hey,” Anne started, breaking the silence for a second time. “I was gonna go out for drinks tonight, d’you wanna come?”

Mulling over the thought for a moment, Cleves nodded. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

“Great!” Anne exclaimed. “Although one of us has to be the designated driver, so… rock paper scissors?”

Shrugging Cleves agreed and made a fist. In unison, they chanted, “Rock, paper, scissors!” Anne was about to make scissors when she saw Cleves make rock, so she frantically changed to paper. “Haha, I win!” Anne cheered,

“You totally cheated,” Cleves complained.

“I get to get absolutely wasted tonight,” Anne said loudly, right as Aragon walked in the room.

The oldest queen moved to her station and put her things down while asking, “Are you two going out tonight?”

Ecstatically, Anne answered, “Yup, and Cleves is the designated driver!”

The queen in question groaned and mumbled, “This totally isn’t fair, I deserve to get drunk the most out of any of us.”

Ignoring Cleves, Aragon casually asked, “Can I join you two? I could really use a night out.”

“Ooooh, gonna get drunk Aragon? Loosen ya up?” Anne teased.

“Yeah, something like that,” Aragon chuckled.

As she watched the other two queens lightheartedly bicker, Cleves couldn’t help but feel her spirits lift. Anne was right when it came down to it. She had these two amazing ladies and her family behind her. Nobody’s words could get to her when she was surrounded by their love and support. “We’re gonna burn the place down,” Anne cheered.

“No! No, Anne, we aren’t going to do that!”

Cleves laughed and finished her makeup, leaning back in her chair. Well, at least she knew that their night out would be time to release some tensions. Besides, after her and Anne’s conversation, what was the worst that could happen?

#six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fic #six fanfiction #six fanfic #anna of cleves #anne boleyn #anne squared #catherine of aragon #she shows up at the end #this is a perquel to my other fic #You've Got the Body I've Got the Alibi #anon ask #not my best work but i tried

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darksunrising · 5 years

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Sola Gratia (9/?)

Masterlist

Rating / Warnings : General audiences, no particular warnings.

Fandom : Bram Stoker’s Dracula, BBC’s Dracula, various Dracula and vampire lore.

Part 9/? (2000 words)

Author’s notes : I’m trying to get the chapters a more consistent length, I think 2000-2500 is good ! Means I’ll be able to work more consistently, but please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think about it ! Also, sorry for all the build-up, but a girl’s gotta set the decor a bit !

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During the following weeks, the presence of the Count became almost familiar. Every day, he waited for me with a different kind of pastry. I tried to protest at first, but quickly had to make my peace with it. At some point, seeing me wince at my terrible coffee, he forbade me to drink it anymore, and added that to my daily breakfast. I asked him exactly once why he insisted on feeding me, to which he replied that he liked my blood healthy, with a toothy grin. I hit him over the arm, he laughed. Other than that, he was careful not to step over my boundaries, and seemed to find the way to only be there at the appropriate time.

That was not the case for Leah, however, who was delighted to see Vlad was going to be a recurring presence in our lives. The two of them got along far better than I would have wanted. Vlad especially enjoyed playing along with her when she started asking probing questions about the both of us, although I had to admit he was an expert at deviating any question that could have revealed his true nature.

It took me some time to fully realize how much he had actually seen, and lived. He died around the 1470s, which meant he had all the time in the world to see the Sistine Chapel being painted, the construction of the Eiffel Tower, or the damn french Revolution. He could have just been a very polyvalent historian, which is what I told Leah. She interpreted that as a challenge, considering he and I were, as she put it, “introverted nerds who need to see the light of the sun once in a goddamn while”. She started dragging us along in random activities. There was a pottery class, to which I was barely able to make the Leaning Flower Pot Of Pisa, while she somehow made an incredible owl sculpture, and Vlad had made a delicate greek-inspired vase. Seeing him, sleeves rolled up over his elbows, hair tied up in a ponytail, his long fingers working in precise, expert gestures, probably had noting to do with my absolute failure to make anything correct. I decided then that manual activities were a no-go for me in the car ride, where I sulked on the backseat, while Leah and Vlad were still crying-laughing about my sorry excuse for a pot.

After the rousing success of that experience, she wasn't about to stop. We did a haunted castle themed escape game, which Vlad curiously sucked at. That would explain some stuff. Leah then found out that a Renaissance faire was taking place in a small town, about an hour or two outside the city, and decided we definitely had to go. I tried to pretend I had too much work and wouldn't be able to make it, but Vlad and her insisting, I caved, and marked down my calendar with the red pen of defeat.

Being stuck in period costumes with the both of them wasn't the only reason I tried protesting. Laurent really did throw a ton of work on my shoulders, and that wasn't considering the whole Stephan Helder situation. The kid was highly motivated, sure, but he started making me feel uneasy, for some reason. After all my classes, he came to chat, and always found a way to ask questions about Vlad. Strangely phrased questions, or about how he couldn't find publications under his name. Legitimate questions, to be fair, but his insistence was bugging me.

“I'm telling you, that is weird. Those are weird questions”, I told Vlad, sitting on my windowsill. He didn't react. “I am serious, what if he knew ?”

“How would he know ?”, he sighed. “Why would he even want to know ?”

“Well, that's a fair question. Which needs an answer, don't you think ?”

He tilted his head, softly smiling. “I think you are being a bit paranoid.”

“I spend most of my free time hanging out with an immortal murder-machine, I think I deserve the right to be a bit paranoid”, I snapped.

“Fair enough”, he laughed.

Being immortal had to have dulled his sense of danger. Although, I could see how a skinny 20-year-old medieval history student wouldn't spontaneously raise red flags.

“By the way, I am going back to Romania”, he told me.

I felt a small pinch to my heart. “Oh.”

“Only for a few days”, he completed with a smirk. “I have to pick up some things, and oversee the moving company. I do not trust them with half my things.”

I furrowed my brow. “Moving company ?”

“Oh, did I not mention it ?”, he innocently replied. “Before I even arrived, I bought a little something a little ways outside the city. The renovations are done, and you of all people understand I cannot live there without a decent library.”

I took a second to process it. He had a smug look, obviously enjoying my confusion. I had to say I didn't even think about where he spent his nights. I figured he either turned into a bat and hanged somewhere upside down, or simply didn't sleep. Did he even need to rest ? Gods, so many questions I didn't even think to ask. Every day, I felt like I discovered a puddle, only to realize it was part of a lake.

“When I come back, would you come visit ?”, he asked, sounding a bit hesitant.

“Sure. I mean, as long as I don't have to wear heels if you decide to go feral on me.”

He took a dead-serious expression. “I promise you, Eris Cetero, that as long as you live, I will never, ever, make you wear heels again.”

I threw my head back with a groan of agony. Was it so bad that this kind of humor was actually funny to me now ? Was having a six century old bloodthirsty creature imply he might try to murder me again really that hilarious ? Apparently so, as I was unable to contain a giggle. Maybe it was because the look he had was all but threatening. Maybe because every time I was near him, even with all that happened, I felt... Safe. For a few weeks, I had been able to decide staying over at the University library until ungodly hours. I didn't have to thing about what time I had to leave at before it became too risky for a woman with very limited knowledge of martial arts, alone.

I mean, he was arguably more dangerous than any encounter I might have had, but still... I knew he wouldn't hurt me. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Then again, he had plenty of occasions to lose it. Last week, for instance, I had no idea what to expect when I left my apartment, dosed with painkillers, as Mother Nature, that ruthless bitch, decided to drop by for her monthly visit. He was simply waiting for me at the usual spot, looking a bit off, but holding a large box of chocolates along with my breakfast. He made himself scarce for the following three days, but I could tell he tried to act natural.

“I should let you get some rest”, Vlad told me, dragging me out of my thoughts.

I nodded, slowly. “When are you leaving ?”

“Some time tomorrow. I will still pick you up, if that is what worries you.”

He smiled, teasing. “Yeah, that's... That's it. I'd miss my personal chauffeur.” I looked away a second. “Now, get off my window, I need to sleep.”

“Of course, my Lady”, he replied, and backed away with an overly low bow. “I bid you good night.”

Once again, with a fluttering sound, the usual bat replaced the tall man. I called out to him, offering my hand as a perch. The tiny black creature gripped a finger. I would have expected a Vampire Bat, to be fair, and almost laughed when I realized it was a common little brown bat, only changing in the darker color.

“Well, don't you look adorable”, I told him.

I could take a more frightening appearance, if you want me to.

“Telepathy, huh ? That's new”, I commented. Nothing surprised me that much anymore, to be honest.

I try not to pry, it's usually considered rude.

“You don't say.”

He stretched out his wings. They were so thin I could see the tiny veins running across the membrane. I had to use all my will not to just scoop him up and pet his tiny head, or scratch his belly. Now, that would have been rude. Probably. Those kind of reflexions were a bit new to me.

I would stay here all night if I could, but I am starting to feel a bit hungry.

“Oh, by all means. I won't keep you.”

I heard a small squeaky sound I interpreted as a laugh, and he left. I closed the window, and the quiet made me rethink the situation. If he was gone, that would leave me some time to look into the Helder situation without him interfering. Now, I just needed the help of my favorite professional stalker. With a little smile, I slipped under my covers, and almost instantly faded into sleep.

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After Vlad let me off at the University, he only came over to say hi to Leah, and announce his departure. He left right after, with a kiss for her hand, and one for my forehead.

“Do you need some ice ? You look pretty hot”, she snarked at me once he was gone. “A cold shower, perhaps ?”

“Oh, shut up, will you ?”, I groaned, placing the back of my hands onto my cheeks.

She snickered. She was the best friend I could ever hope to have, but man, as soon as someone was involved, she became absolutely unbearable.

“By the way, I need your help with something”, I told her, lowering my voice a little.

“Oooh, sneaky voice, I like it already. Tell me.”

I brought her inside, and we went straight to my office, a small, cluttered room in the old building. I dragged a folding chair next to mine, behind the heavy wooden desk.

“I'm having a weird feeling about a transfer student”, I told her. “I wondered if you could-”

Before I could even finish my sentence, she had already taken out her laptop, her glasses sitting on her nose. She turned on a bunch of apps she left running in the background, and turned to me.

“Name ?”

“Stephan Helder, with 'ph'”, I told her.

I kind of felt bad about it. If it was nothing, I was just prying into his personal life – or having Leah pry, anyway. She began typing away, and in less than three minutes, she had results. Stephan Jonathan Helder, 18, your typical genius type. Skipped a few middle-school classes, finished high-school at 15, with straight-As. Spotless criminal record, less so for the medical one, with a few bad cases of pulmonary infections. Didn't have one in years, though. Seemed like he was from a good family, but then again, no information on them showed up. Huh. I asked Leah to look into them.

“That's crazy”, she said after a good five minutes. “I mean, there's barely anything.”

“You mean he's an orphan, or something ?”

“No, it's just blacked out. I mean, most of the stuff has been scraped, erased.”

She sounded annoyed, but also excited. I knew she loved a challenge.

“Nothing I can't break”, she commented, and went back to it.

After a few more minutes, she finally had a triumphal shout.

“Got 'em”, she told me. “Stephan Jonathan Helder, the father is Thomas Mark Helder, and the mother is Mary... Huh. That's a cool name.”

“What is ?”, I asked, leaning over her shoulder to read.

My blood froze in my veins instantly.

Mary Van Helsing.

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redhoodsjacket · 5 years

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Heat of Winter - Jon Snow

Hello! so this is my second entry to @justauthoring ‘s 14k challenge, this time with Jon Snow.

Good new, this has got me back on my writing roll. I have a little something new with a certain Bucky... ;) Stay tuned for details

Pairing: Jon Snow x reader

Prompt: Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge

Word count: 2093

Warnings: one (1) bad word, that’s it. Kissing if you don’t like that

A/N: That’s the last GoT on that blog I promise

The last years have been hard.

In between Lord Stark being executed, Theon taking Winterfell, the Boltons then claiming it as their own and Sansa's less than ideal homecoming, you had lost all hope to see better days ahead.

Seeing Sansa at Ramsay's mercy was particularly rough. You had powerless against so much violence done to someone you knew was the rightful ruler of the castle, and it tore you apart. You had managed to become her handmaiden the day you decided to at least try and do something, at the risk of being fleeted yourself. She had been surprised to see you were even alive after all that time, but she had welcomed a friend.

You had noticed how much she had changed since the last time the North had her. Then came the candle incident, which you had insisted you'd be the one to go and light it up. Sansa had refused, saying she couldn't risk losing her only friend there. Ensued a total disaster, which had immediately chained up with the escape.

You had been ready to take the hounds' teeth to protect Sansa, but rescue came before it could happen. That's how you ended up riding alongside Sansa, Brienne and Podrick toward Castle Black to find Jon.

"I can't believe I would have ever said that, but..." Sansa began, as you were riding a few paces behind Brienne, a few ahead of Pod. "I can't wait to see Jon again"

"I do remember a time where it wouldn't have even been an option" You said softly, a sad smile on your lips. "It seems ages away"

"Yeah" She sighed, tightening up her elbows to her body. Then, she masked her grim expression with a small grin. "What about you?"

"What about me?" You raised an eyebrow.

"How do you feel about seeing Jon again?" She asked mischievously, showing a slight spark of welcomed childishness.

You didn't know what to answer her. You were feeling relieved, happy and a bit excited to see him again. But there was also the nervousness, as you had drastically changed--as well as him, most probably--and were far away from the naive children you were when you parted ways.

"I don't know" You admitted, side eyeing her. Your gloved fingers flexed on the reins to both warm up and manage the nervousness that suddenly crashed over you. "I mean, it's been years. I'm not the me he knew, and he probably won't be the Jon I knew"

"Mmmh" She acknowledged your reflexion. "Is it true that you kissed in the barn the night before he left for the watch?"

You felt your cheeks burn hot enough to warm your entire body as you casted your glance straight ahead. It was indeed true, but you didn't think anyone had seen you. It was the most intimate moment you had shared with Jon, which you had held on to when things got the hardest, and you managed to get though them because you had clinched to the idea of him. But at the same time, you refused to set your heart up to some expectations. What if you didn't like the Jon you saw, or he didn't like the you he saw? You had to protect yourself, because no one else could.

"I think..." You trailed off, avoiding eye contact. "I think I'll see how things go. And then I'll know if I do. Or don't"

"That's wise" She nodded.

You only hummed as an answer and a comfortable silence set over you. Only the crunch of the snow under the hooves and the frequent snorts of the horses could be heard, but you welcomed the peace for the time being.

Soon enough, the wall could be seen. Then, the structure of Castle Black. Your heart did somersault in your chest, and one look at Sansa told you the same thing was happening to her.

The nightmare was finally over. You were both safe.

The gates opened and Brienne went in first, followed by Sansa, then you and Pod. You dismounted and helped the men take care of the horses along with Pod while Brienne remained close to Sansa. When you finally turned around, Sansa was in a tight embrace with whom was without a doubt Jon. Even if you couldn't see his face, the black curls sold him out instantly. That, and the fact that Sansa wouldn't hug anybody else like that but family.

The picture warmed your heart. It was such an unlikely sight, but it was right. Bastard or not, it didn't matter anymore. There was only family, and Jon was her only family left.

But then, it was like the world had stopped. Before you could realize, their moment was over, and his eyes landed on you. You couldn't help but take in his entire appearance, from the new scars on his face to the obvious muscles he had built over time. His hair, once boyishly free was pulled back in a bun, and the naivety he possessed was definitely gone. New feelings came crashing over you. It wasn't puppy love like you once shared, that was certain. No, this time, whatever you felt as he was staring you down, it wasn't innocent. Neither was his glance, to be honest. It was raw and wild, and you were into it.

You both took a few steps closer at the same time, then had a silent hesitation as for who would cross the remaining distance. He finally took the matter in his own hands and carefully approached you.

"(Y/N)..." His husky voice calling your name sent shivers down your spine. "You're alive"

"I am" It was the only thing you could say without messing up. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it made explode. "And you are too"

"Aye" He replied after a flash of pain crossed his eyes. "Thank you. For helping Sansa"

"I had to do something" You replied after clearing your throat. "The North remembers"

He nodded, never taking his eyes away from yours. You felt entranced in his glance, and you never wanted to get out. Suddenly, he brought you in a careful embrace. You didn't resist, you only rested your forehead on his shoulder and exhaled in relief. You were estranged to feeling safe, but this felt like it.

"I'm glad to see you again" You muttered, but you know he had heard. You gently pulled away and took his hand instead, giving it a small squeeze. "I suppose we'll both have a lot to catch up to"

He gave a dry chuckle and shook his head. "You have no idea" He said, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I'll..." You swallowed hard as you let his hand slip away from yours. You had felt warmth while close to him, but now reality caught up to you and you noticed you were freezing cold. "I'll go check on Sansa"

"I'll see you at dinner?" He asked, a bit of hope in his voice.

"Yes" You gave him a smile. "See you there"

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Dinner was an awkward affair. You almost didn't talk; you kept your eyes casted down on your meals and only replied if talked to. In fact, there was nothing you wished to say in front of Jon's friends. You didn't feel at ease to go down memory lane in front of everyone, especially with the way you and Jon left off last time.

It was only when you were sitting around the fire after nightfall, and after Sansa left to go to sleep that the atmosphere changed in between you and Jon. You pulled your cloak tighter around yourself and stared at the fire.

"So" You began. "Dying uh? Your story is definitely way more messed up than mine"

He chuckled at that. "I don't think it's a competition at this point" He glanced at you. "None of us had it easy, as it seems"

"I'll drink to that" You lifted your cup and drank the bitter ale. "You know, I had no idea what to expect of Lord Commander Snow"

You wiggled your eyebrows at him, and he scoffed playfully. "You didn't?"

"What if you had become one of these stuck-up lords, thinking you're so above everyone else?" You suggested dramatically, and he laughed. It didn't sound like you remembered; it was a lot more hollow, but you took it. It was good to see the corner of his eyes crinkle in laughter again.

"You really thought I could have been that?" He asked, and you had no idea if he was asking it genuinely or not.

"Of course not" You replied softly. "I know you could never"

His smile turned fond, and he stared at you long enough to make you meet his eyes. "Are you disappointed? With what you found?"

"Quite the opposite, actually" You admitted. "Although, actually, there is just one thing..."

His expression became confused when you reached behind his head and undid the tie that held his hair. Black curls came cascading down his face, and you giggled.

"I was very disappointed not to see that handsome mane" You clarified with a grin.

"You've always liked it, didn't you?" The smile suddenly returned.

"I did" You agreed before glancing longingly back to the flames. "You were always the most handsome boy in Winterfell"

"You must be thinking of Robb here" He was quick to deflect.

"I'm not" You shook your head, turning your attention back to him. "You know I'm not. Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Aye, you tripped on your dress and spilled your bucket of water" He teased.

"Yeah!" You nodded. "That was because I couldn't tear my eyes off of you"

"I took the longest time to understand you went out of your way to see me" He sighed. "And then I had to leave"

"You were so sure you were never coming back to me than we never made plans for what came after" You then said with a hint of nostalgia. "But here we are"

"Technically, I did not come back to you" He pointed out, and your heart momentarily stopped. Did he not like you anymore? "You came to me"

His joke settled in and you gasped, lightly hitting his shoulder. "You can't say this like that!" You exclaimed through a laugh.

"Sorry" He apologized with a shit eating grin.

"Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge" You scoffed playfully.

He looked around, then gave you an innocent look. "There's no bridge around here"

"So now you're playing smartass?" You retorted. "When did you get that sense of humour?"

"They sell it North of the Wall" He said with a straight face, making you break into a giggle. A short silence then settled, letting the fire be the only noise in the night.

"So" He spoke up again, quieter this time. "If there's no bridge, I guess there is only one option left"

Your breath caught in your throat at the suggestion of his words, surprised once again by the boldness of his words. The Jon you had known would never have dared. But oddly, as much as it was his shyness that had charmed you years ago, it was now his rawness that attracted you.

"Are we really doing this?" You asked in a mutter.

"I'm tired of losing" He said. "I can win. I wanna win, just this time"

You felt your heart pound against your ribcage in anticipation. It was what you had been waiting for since he left. "Then let's win, just this time"

You closed the distance and joined your lips to his. It started out slow, but escalated to urgent and needy soon enough. It was rougher than last time, but you noticed he was a better kisser. You then pulled back, dazed and dishevelled, and rested your forehead against his to take your breath back.

"This feels just like home"

"Aye" He agreed. "Just like in that barn"

"I wish we could have kissed more that day" You admitted. "It was good"

"Then we have some catching up to do, don't you think?" The corner of his lips lifted in a half smile, before his lips came crashing back on your own.

Maybe all of your lives took a dramatic turn in the last years, but at that moment, all the hardships were forgotten and replaced by warmth and safety. You were finally reunited with Jon.

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olympivnshq · 5 years

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congratulations nina ! if i’m dead honest, you had me with your first sentence in your description, consider me a fan ! THANATOS is an underrated deity very close to my heart and my hopes for him, while in no way rigid, were specific to say the least, and you both fulfilled and surpassed that in the most — dare i say, sublime way. we’re pleased to have you with your first faceclaim choice: CILLIAN MURPHY.

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ OOC INFO.

Hey there! I’m Nina, 24 yo and I’m from GMT+3 timezone. It’s a pleasure to meet you all and I hope you guys have a good reading (sorry about how long this actually got, it wasn’t my plan).

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ DEITY — GENDER. AGE RANGE.

Thanatos — Cis male, 38-43.

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ MORTAL NAME. JOB/OCCUPATION. BOROUGH/NEIGHBORHOOD.

Ambrose Malachy Raven, Professor of Theory of History and Historiography at Columbia University, Brooklyn.

☆ﾟ*・ HOW WOULD YOU PLAY THEM?

There is a cruelty in his ways that borders elegancy. It is subtle, extensively developed. He moves like a force of nature, compelling eyes to turn and passages to open, not through violence, but by an innate power that requires no effort from his part. Wherever he goes, the rawness of a child brought up in history always surfaces in the way he holds himself: poised, ageless, sharp. He couldn’t go unseen with the everlasting dark circles under his eyes and a burning cigarette between his fingers. Composure as well as wildness. A conflict in itself. But it is the kindness and honesty in his rare words, the eyes always reading the room, that makes him look somewhat broken, utterly dangerous. The man whose arms once provided comfort for every living thing can’t really shelter himself. The irony of a skin that can’t convey your own meaning.

It scares him so profoundly, Ambrose keeps the world at an arm’s length. The intelligent boy, who was once so free to love and to trust, grows reclusive as years go by. Because, somehow, he feels like there is something inside ready to come out. Someone who’s cruelty he wore everyday, a wildness he can’t really master. In a way, Thanatos was always a big part of who Ambrose was, almost as if they were intertwined throughout existence. The timelessness of a god who is vastness itself, who is cruelty and kindness, was bound to find its way into the surface. After all, death cannot be contained no matter how hard you try. And while the man fears his own wildness, the god dwells in it. He’s freedom, silence, eternity, absence. He’s memory, terrifying, peaceful, forgetting, heritage. Thanatos is the end, inevitable. And this ruthlessness is what scares Ambrose the most. He doesn’t quite know where he ends and that thing begins. Could it all be insanity? Or was it real? Is there any kind of separation to be found?

answer these questions: 1. would you like your character to be entering the roleplay at this stage in the plot, with or without their memories? Without their memories. I would rather have the chance to go through it as the game goes on. More opportunities to plot interesting things <3 2. are they more likely to stand with the pantheon or against it? ( if you are choosing a god they may endeavour to dismantle it for whatever reason ) Thanatos doesn’t really have an agenda as of now, but he could be persuaded to fall for a side, depending on how things go. 3. what is their stand on mortals? Thanatos has spent his entire existence carrying souls into eternity. He watched them, held them close and gave them as much peace as they deserved. Aside from Hypnos, mortals are probably what Thanatos loves the most. Their fragility, intensity. It’s just fascinating how beautiful and ugly they can be at the same time.

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(So, I read through the main and decided to do two samples to cover up the first task I wasn’t around to do. The first one is about the metal cage idea and the other is a dream I kinda imagined Ambrose having about Hypnos. Hope this is ok!)

Brooklyn, 4:35 a.m.

When the light creeped through the window, his eyes opened in a familiar urgency.

Breath came violently into his lungs, heart beating fast enough to shatter itself into pieces. Blind and desperate, Ambrose realized it hurt. The fragility of a body that seemed incomplete; the vague feeling he needed to remember something, but couldn’t. Was this what insanity felt like? As though you had wings once and somehow lost them amidst the air, falling into a reality that didn’t belong to you, over and over again, until you were left screaming for someone you couldn’t remember.

But should he remember?

The cage cold to the touch. A nothingness surrounding him as though he was absence. And a name. The one which left his sore throat tired of screaming. Ambrose knew, as he did every day, that he had been dreaming. But the sinking reality of his mattress in a cold New York morning did nothing to erase those memories, nor did it hide the fact that there were parts missing. Of what happened, of who he was.

A month had gone by this way. Waking up on those sheets at the crack of dawn, grasping for air, and feeling like this skin was incapable of keeping him from falling apart. To look in the mirror was to see himself disfigured, and yet, to know that nothing had changed. Sometimes, Ambrose just stood there, allowing the tip of his fingers to run through his shape, outlining the muscles, the sharp cheekbones and the tattoos on his body. “You’re Ambrose Malachy Raven”, he would say, quietly, to himself. If words had power, his name should keep himself from going under.

Because, now, sleeping was actually dangerous. It brought pain he didn’t know existed. Confusion beyond repair. Could it be that Ambrose belonged to that suspended moment of violence, where sleep took him in his arms and held on into eternity? If so, to wake up screaming would only be reasonable. After all, to be torn apart from the one thing that made sense to you was actually cruel. It was like finding himself in this world in-between and being denied his own identity. No one deserved that.

Yet, all he had was this. The pain in his chest, those blue eyes looking back at him, chest falling. If only he had wings, Ambrose would fly back into silence and lose himself there, hoping to never be caged again.

Somewhere lost in time and space.

The moon was on its peak when the man stepped out for a walk. With a rather elegant cane on his hand to match his suit and the water rushing against the old constructions, he could feel his legs failing under him.

This body wasn’t young as it was once before. And it haunted him. To be this relieved it was over, and this scared because he didn’t know if or when he would come back. Time was always against him, it seemed, and Thanatos couldn’t help the feeling that he was just too far, too gone.

It was wonderful, though. This world, always getting older, not necessarily wiser. This city, full of history, like him. This night, a reminder of home, of family.

Shame that appreciation came always late. Pity that he felt such an urgent need to close his eyes and stop at the middle of the bridge, anxious to look down, terrified of looking back. He could hear the steps following him, the urgent breath as the much younger man stopped at his side. It was as familiar as his own hands. The sounds, the smell, the rhythm of his heart beats. Thanatos could be reborn over and over again, that Hypnos would always fit into him, no matter how distant, no matter how estranged.

“I don’t like this body now, Hy,” Thanatos breathed out, eyes fixed on the reflexion in the still water, the night sky framing the pale face who looked back at him. Hair too white, eyes too blue, bones too sharp. It felt like he was coming undone, decaying at every breath. “It’s frail looking.”

And it was.

Like glass at the mercy of an everlasting threat of chattering into pieces. As if those features couldn’t fit the vastness of him. Couldn’t quite grasp his meaning. He missed his wings and looked at that half body with fear, disgust. How could he be condensed into this form? This fragile and small thing? Because it seemed even worst with his mother’s figure putting it in evidence. Like the night was cruel to its child in ways he struggled to understand.

And Hypnos felt it too.

“Life is frail looking, Nat,” his twin smiled gently, one hand holding Thanatos’ as if they were extensions of one another. “That doesn’t mean it’s less or worse than what we’ve grew acquainted to before. It just means it’s different. And that’s ok… you need to know that much, do you understand me? For as long as we’re here, you must understand this skin is all you’ve got. With all the parts missing.”

Thanatos looked away from his reflection, hand still tightly around his brother’s. He couldn’t remember a life time where Hypnos wasn’t around for at least part of it. Like the gods knew they belonged with each other and their cruelty wasn’t so great as to tear them apart. Thanatos wondered if he had forgotten parts of his existence, or if the gods were actually that merciful with him, just to take Hypnos away when it hurt the most. There was no way of knowing, and that kind of uncertainty was powerful enough to chatter him, slowly, painfully. To take away, piece by piece, whatever made Thanatos who he was.

Maybe this way the joke would be on him. Always next to his brother, but not always recognized. After some time, after all the pieces are gone, what will be left to be remembered by? Would he just be absence?

‘I’m not sure I wanna stay here’, Thanatos’ eyes seemed to say while his mouth couldn’t. And in a million ways, Hypnos understood. For silence was louder than words at that moment, and though they were separate beings, he was the white to his brother’s black, the peace to his brother’s final chapters. So he forgave Thanatos. Allowed the tip of his fingers to draw his twins’ sharp bones, as if to never forget his form, his lines.

In that moment, one finger said ‘I love you’ to his skin and the other said 'I’ll miss you’, when the rest made promises of never letting go. This was all they had. Ancient, in this part of this existence, there was not much left. One of them would be called soon. Maybe years would pass before they could see each other’s faces again. And the reality of it hurt more than the certainty.

They were making promises they didn’t know if they could keep. A wrong of the greatest kind.

“Don’t forget me,” Thanatos said, his arms bringing his brother into a hug, the night sky about to go. In a world of loneliness, at the mercy of a curse he had no power on, Hypnos was all he had. Home, family, friend. It was all him. “Whatever you do, no matter how long it takes, find me, Hypnos.”

Please.

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Headcanons:

-> Ambrose is the eldest of five siblings and the only man. And as his father left when they were very young, he’s actually completely crazy about his sisters. Though they drive him mad, he tries, even in his seclusion, to be not only a good brother, but a participating uncle. He calls them frequently, and attends recitals, competitions, birthday parties, games and all there is to see for his 6 nephews and nieces without exception. As one who probably won’t have any children of his own, this is the closest he believes he’ll ever get from being a parent.

-> Apart from specific occasions, though, Ambrose isn’t very present in the day-to-day life of his family. He calls them, yes, but that’s probably all he’ll ever be comfortable doing. His mother resents him for that, but his sisters are quite accustomed to it. Better have some part of him than nothing at all.

-> Ambrose loves his profession. He teaches ever since he left Grad School and can’t really imagine a life where he’s not in a classroom.

-> He was born in London, England, and a part of his family still lives there. He and his younger sister are the only ones who left, and they occasionally go back together.

-> Ambrose was married once to a colleague of his, but Lara died of cancer five years ago. Since them, nightmares are a frequent aspect of his routine.

#semi appless rp #mature rp #city rp #spn rp #fantasy rp #ohq:accepted #thanatos

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