#hqs: back from the brink

[simply-zhouye]

Stunning visuals of Zhou Ye & Hou Minghao for the cast photoshoot of Back From the Brink for Harper’s Bazaar VStar 

[khuzena]

This bitter life.

pairing: Blade x g/n!reader

Part 1, Part 2.

Summary: Life is not fair, that is the truth every being must accept. Yet, there’s a part in Blade’s mara-struck mind, that he cannot accept this type of ending, he will not allow it, but he has no right to deny fate itself.

In other words, you die and he’s miserable.

Cw. It’s very fluffy trust me, Reader is absolutely fucked, you die, unrequited requited love, not proofread, very slowburn, character development, terminally ill, ansgt only bcoz fluff is for the weak, life is unfair.

A/n: You already know what it means when I upload a fanfic. If you don’t, my only warning is, shit’s going down.

(wrote this bc bladie won the poll for my other fic of which character u guys want a fic for next 🥳)

Days pass by, Blade didn’t come back to the Stellaron Hunters HQ to watch over you. Silverwolf keeps messaging him, telling him he needs to come back for another mission but he’s stubborn.

Silverwolf: Come back here, we’re having a meeting

Silverwolf: oh come on I know you’re seeing this

Silverwolf: Istfg

[seen by Bladie]

His phone shuts off and he just stares outside your window, he knows you’re not getting better anytime soon. He sometimes feels a twisted, aching feeling in his chest when you give him that feeble smile to pretend you're okay, when you both know no amount of medicine will save you, you could no longer hold a glass for more than a minute because your muscles fail you.

He feels sick.

This misery of his never going away.

“I have to go.”

He expected that you’d call out for him, “Okay, take care.”

So he leaves, he wishes he never looked back.

He was gone for 3 weeks, on another mission to exterminate more and more foes of the Stellaron hunters and gather more Stellaron with Kafka.

“Something on your mind?” The blood on his hands could never be washed away, he wants to go back to that stupid Clove-V planet and talk to you.

“None of your business.” Kafka is surprised, it's the first time he sees Blade so irritated (he mostly is but not to this extent)

Kafka doesn’t ask again and they finish their mission.

In 4 days, he rushed to see you. You stopped replying to his messages, only a tiny ‘seen’ message pops up every now and then and he hates to admit it, he’s dying to see you again.

“Doctor.” Your door creaks open, another visitor it seems.

”Is it you Blade?”

He nods, but with a tightness to it, he sits beside you again, mold was already building up on your sink, your lack of mobility making you lose the ability to do normal tasks.

”Are you okay?”

”I wish.” How could someone act so carefree on the brink of death? He doesn’t understand you, no, not at all.

He wants to reach out for you, to comfort you but he doesn’t know how to comfort you. He doesn’t understand why he wants to comfort you, he understands why he cares so much, he doesn’t understand why he’s feeling this way, he doesn’t even understand himself.

But when you smile at his hesitance, he realises, maybe you do.

He doesn’t reach out for you, he’s always an arm's length away from you, never close yet never too far. “You haven’t eaten, you’re going to die.”

Even if you eat, you will never get better; but he wants you to.

“Maybe, but I’m fine with that.”

”With dying? You’re a fool.” He doesn’t want to accept that you’re going to die, that you’re okay with dying because he’s not.

You’re a fool, a bastard, for trying to understand him but he can never understand himself nor can he ever truly understand you.

“You better not die,” his eyes desperately tried to never meet with yours.

He doesn’t want to look into your eyes, he doesn't want to accept the truth. That your eyes no longer beam with excitement at his words, that the sparkle in your eyes had dimmed.

“I know I will,” he no longer hides his worry, his fear, his desperation to keep you alive.

So he asks again, “What do I do?”

Like every other time he asks what ‘can’ he do for you, you repeat your words, “Just keep me company.”

He nods, sitting beside you. The tension in the air is obvious, neither utter a single word in this deafening (yet comforting) silence.

Blade cannot accept that you’re giving up, you’re not allowed to give up, he won’t accept it.

He drapes a blanket over you, “Feeling better?”

“A little.” Your throat burns, but you want to talk to him, even when you’re dying, you want to understand him.

”It hurts.” He doesn’t know what to do.

He wants to understand your pain, he wonders, if your pain is as worse as his, that it hurts so much you’d rather pass. That maybe, you’re the same and you wish to die too.

Neither of you will truly understand the other, but you try.

“I got sick when I was a child, 7– no, 8… I don’t remember,” he pretends he doesn't hear the rasp in your voice, “Just… Medicine made the progression slower.”

You could almost cry, “I wanted to study medicine, I wanted to heal others of their pain.”

”I don’t want to die.”

He doesn’t want to hear your desperate cry, he doesn’t hear it.

“Blade, it hurts,” he’s never wanted to shut off his ears when you spoke what he never wanted to hear, “Can I give up?”

He doesn’t want you to, but has no right to deny you peace.

”Is it okay if I give up?”

No, he won’t let you give up. You were there when he was sick, you did not look at him with hatred in your eyes, you treated him like any other person, something that has never happened in years. In your eyes, Blade was just a man.

So he doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t want you to give up, of course; but what can he do?

“It’s okay, right?”

”If that’s what you need.” He holds your hand out of instinct, “Then give up.”

He wants to yell at you that you’re an idiot, that giving up is for the weak but it’d be hypocritical of him to do so, I mean, he’s given up on life a long time ago, what’s he going to do? Tell you inspirational shit to keep your will to live alive?

“Thank you.”

No tears escape him, not a single choked sob leaves his throat but when your eyes lock for one last time, you understood him and he understood you too.

You two were just the same.

He squeezes your hand and rests his head on your stomach, when you don’t flinch, he realises you’re gone now too.

He can no longer understand you by your words, you can no longer speak to him, he can’t understand your past or who you truly are.

But how could you, how did you do it?

A single medical book rests on his hand, he may not understand what you truly are, but he’ll read countless books for you. He’ll play your favourite stupid games for you.

Maybe then, he’ll understand the only person that truly knew him, who gave him company in this miserable life of his.

What a pathetic, miserable, bitter life.

Note: DEF OOC BUT WHO TF CARES (I DO AND IM EMBARRASSED) but its okay right?? Like i wrote this in just 2 days (5 hours everyday) Whatever whatever i think its okay i feel sick I haven't ate lunch yet bye wuahhshdsj

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡ 

[wantonlywindswept]

Definitely True Facts About Commander Vertex #3

He has negative Force bacteria.

[forgotten Fox AU tag]

"Midichlorians," Patches said, for the third time, his head in his hands. "They're called midichlorians."

"Tiny little buggers that live in your body," Jek scoffed. "I might have barely scraped by my biology modules, but that sounds like bacteria to me."

Patches whimpered.

Jek grinned and reached over to pat his babiest of brothers on the head. Their youngest medic really was too easy to rile up. 

Still, at least Patches was capable of taking a break on occasion, even if it was just to sit at Jek's bedside in the medbay while he recovered from a round of Force cleansing. He always felt a little like the mess hall slop after every session, squishy and mostly-liquid, though the effects had been lessening as the treatments went on. 

Turned out that working in close proximity to an evil Sith overlord for an extended period of time could be 'damaging' and 'harmful to the spirit', and as soon as the Jedi got the okay from Marshal Commander Thorn they'd instituted regular healing sessions for the Guard. Some of them weren't overly affected--the ARF division hadn't been allowed in the Senate Dome that often anyway, and the medics rarely left the infirmary, much less Guard HQ--but the majority of them were on rotating schedules to get their minds checked for Sith residue or whatever.

It was even worse for the Force-sensitives.

No one was more surprised to find Force-sensitive clones than the clones themselves, and a frankly unsettling percentage of the Guard tested for above-average midichlorian counts. That was just those who agreed to submit to the assessment, too--a lot of the Guard refused to do even that. It wasn't like they could be Jedi, and with the war over, what did it even matter?

(Except it did matter, a lot, because apparently evil Sith overlords could also drain the life force from sentients around them, and particularly enjoyed ones with the Force. Palpatine got a little tasty burst of power like they were some kind of energy snack, and it wasn't like the Guard weren't already exhausted anyway.

That kind of siphoning left even worse traces of Sith influence; Jek's cleansing sessions made his bones feel like wobbly gelatin, but Glitch's sessions hurt.)

"I bet Defib's m-count is the highest in the Guard," Jek mused absently as he watched their CMO stalk around the medbay between the beds--and the Jedi--with a scowl on his face. 

Patches lifted his head to give Jek a horrified look.

"Don't say that where he can hear you."

Jek, who lacked both bones and a sense of self-preservation, merely shrugged. Defib had refused testing, scoffing that he didn't need the Force to heal, but he wasn't named after a defibrillator for nothing: he'd brought more than one brother back from the brink of death against impossible odds.

Jek had his suspicions about Patches, too. 

Even with Defib hovering suspiciously over their shoulders, the Jedi healers--there were four of them, led by Master Rig Nema--moved around the medbay with an almost unearthly poise. Jek was more familiar with ordered chaos in the infirmary: medics shouting across the room to each other, rushing back and forth to see how far their meager supplies could stretch. The Jedi were quiet, coordinating with each other soundlessly while still seeming to be aware of everything else happening in the room.

The mesmerizing little dance wasn't even interrupted by the main doors opening, which drew Jek's attention to Commander Vertex stepping into the medbay. The commander had his bucket tucked under one arm, and sharp eyes surveyed the room in a quick glance.

Patches waved at Vertex, because he was adorable. 

Vertex waved back, because he was a sap.

Defib immediately veered off his self-appointed task of looming to intercept Vertex before he got too far into the room. They ducked their heads together in a brief conversation with far too much angry gesticulating on Defib's part, and the calm competency Jek had come to expect on Vertex's. Jek watched, fascinated, as Vertex managed to settle the fuming medic with just a few words and a gentle touch to his shoulder. 

Defib made a bitchy face, but he did seem to lose some of his protective bristling; at Vertex's nudge he sidled over to his desk in the corner of the medbay, dropping into his chair to finally take a break and...to angrily chew on a ration bar?

Incredible.

The Jedi, meanwhile, had continued on with their Force nonsense, which lasted up until Vertex tapped one of the healers on the shoulder and their serenity shattered with a resounding squawk.

The poor Rodian who made the noise spun around, flailing wildly, and would have fallen back onto one of the beds if Vertex hadn't grabbed her to keep her upright. The other three Jedi's heads snapped up in eerie synchronicity, startled expressions on their faces, and Master Nema took a jolting step forward before seeming to register what had happened.

In the frozen stillness that followed, Defib's sullen crunching took on a distinctive note of glee.

"Apologies," Vertex said. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"When did you even..." 

"How can we be of assistance, Commander Vertex?" Master Nema asked, stepping away from her patient to take the place of the still-baffled apprentice healer. Both she and Vertex smoothly ignored the disbelief radiating off the other Jedi, who were looking at Vertex like they didn't know how he had appeared. 

Jek wondered that sometimes, too, but it didn't bother him.

"Hey," he said, nudging Patches with his elbow as the two bigwigs conversed, "What do you bet that Commander Vertex has negative Force bacteria?"

Patches stared at Jek like he'd kicked a baby massiff, and then slowly sunk lower in his chair with a low, despairing whine.

So easy.

[dee002]

Betraying a Spider (Miguel O'hara x reader)

synopsis: you love Miguel and have been trying your best to ignore the parts of him you didn't like. these parts of him being his obsession with work and desire to control others leading him to make morally questionable actions. the recent encounter with Miles Morales leads you to cross Miguel and an argument follows.

word count: 1809

genre: angst

warnings: sfw, cussing, spoilers for Across the Spider-verse

notes: first fic... hope this goes well.

also i don't know how to add a line so here:

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you met Miguel a couple of years ago. he sought you out after your blood miraculously saved your best friend, Peter Parker.

in your universe, Peter Parker was bitten by a radioactive spider and he became the one and only spiderman. you were also bitten by a radioactive spider. however, this spider simply made you sick and failed to give you any super powers.

you continued to believe you were powerless until the day Peter had been beaten to the brink of death in a fight alongside the avengers. he'd been in a coma for six months. Dr. Bruce Banner worked tirelessly for a solution to wake him up, trying all kinds of tests and experiments to save him. eventually, he began to believe that nothing could be done for your friend. that was until Dr. Banner discovered that you too were bitten by a radioactive spider and decided that a blood transfusion from your body to Peter's may elicit some sort of reaction in Peter. His theory proved to be correct. Peter woke up within minutes of your blood in his veins.

when Miguel received word that a colleague he had assumed was all but dead was in fact very alive and back swinging through the streets of new york, he had to meet the woman responsible for saving him. after running more tests with Dr. Banner and confirming that it was in fact your blood that saved Peter, he took you back to HQ. here you discovered that while you didn't have super strength or the ability to shoot webs from your wrists, you still possessed a super ability: healing. and were thus deemed a Spiderwoman. your dna was altered by the spider and after experimenting with other spider people and regular humans it appeared that your blood affected the spider people and no one else.

as you worked at HQ and integrated into spider society, you grew closer to Miguel. this in itself seemed a miracle as Miguel made it a point to distance himself from everyone. but somehow, you slipped through the cracks. work meetings turned into outside of work coffee, coffee turned into dates, and dates turned into marriage. the two of you were infatuated with each other. for Miguel, you gave a reason to keep going, a purpose that meant more than holding the spider-verse together. for you, Miguel made life make sense. he made it seem like everything you've ever been through was worth it because those events led you to him. you love his drive, his passion, his commitment and, his dedication to what he believed was the right thing. coincidentally, the things you loved about him were also the things you hated.

for years you watched Miguel make callous moves. sending people dazed and confused back to their universes', tearing families apart, standing by and watching people die all in the name of keeping the multiverse in order. you had heard his story, seen the evidence, personally witnessed black holes attempting to swallow a universe whole. that's why you always brushed his actions off. reasoning with yourself that everything he did was for the greater good. most of the time you felt sympathy for Miguel. the weight of thousands of universes rested on his shoulders. you couldn't begin to understand the pressure he felt constantly. there was no way for you to begin to comprehend the burden he felt, knowing that if he allowed one piece to be out of line everything could come toppling over.

but now that you've met Miles Morales, seen the live footage from Lyla of Miguel's harsh words to the child during their fight, you couldn't acquiesce to Miguel's methods anymore. there was no way you could stand by idle and let Miguel terrorize a child like this. so as Miguel comes bursting through to the lab in attempts to rip Miles out of the Go Home Machine, you prematurely override the system and let Miles leave.

"what did you just do?" Miguel asks with an look of astonishment, still breathing heavily from the chase.

the room full of spiders was dead quiet, and in a state of disbelief that you would betray Miguel so brazzenly and in front of everyone. part of you couldn't believe what you did either. as you look at Miguel you find yourself regretting your actions, too stunned to do anything but gawk at him and plead with your eyes. he looked so angry, so conflicted. you could see his two sides fighting with each other. one Miguel that was the guardian on the multiverse, the other Miguel that was the one that loved you. you should have known which one would win.

He sighed and looked away from your gaze, "take her to the brig."

he can't be serious.

it seems like everyone else around you doubts his sincerity as well because all the spiders are hesitant to move. casting glances at each other seeing who will dare to put you, one of the most respected spider people and one of the only people Miguel cares for, in a cell.

"Miguel! are you-" you begin to voice your opposition but are promptly cut off.

"I said, take her to the brig," Miguel speaks more firmly, red eyes locking with the spiders nearest you.

He is serious.

two pairs of hands grab your arms and direct you to the brig. you decide to save yourself from anymore public embarrassment by keeping your mouth shut. you know that if you were to open it now, all that would come out would be pitiful whimpers and words meant for Miguel to forget the whole thing.

as you went you cast him glances over your shoulder but his eyes weren't on you. completely in business mode, you hear him send Gwen back to her universe and tell Jess and Ben to go to Miles' universe and he'd meet them there "after i deal with her."

the callousness and disassociation in his voice made tears well up in your eyes. your brain immediately jumped to all the worse conclusions.

will he send me back home? will he leave me locked up and try me for treason?

no, worse.

will he leave me? will he not love me anymore?

these thoughts continue to swirl in your head as you reach the brig. the two spiders handling you reluctantly lock you in the small laser bound room and leave as quickly as they came. as part of any functioning society, you need a brig and a court of law. both of which Miguel had built in the sub levels of HQ. both of which were rarely used. the brig was different that the holding room for anomalies as this room was made for law breaking spider people. as it were you are the only person in any of the cells. this was to your benefit as you didn't want anyone seeing you in the state that you were in. on the verge of a panic attack, you let a few tears fall out and pulled your knees up to your chest on the floor. in an attempt to self sooth you tried to reason that he was just putting up a strong front because you had the brilliant idea to defy him in front of all of spider society. he wouldn't actually hate you. he wouldn't cast you aside now, not after all this time. he loves you.

dosen't he?

or maybe because everyone saw the one person who should have been committed to Miguel and all of his efforts undermine him and everything he's built, he'd be force to get rid of you. he couldn't possibly be seen with you again after this. it's not a matter of ego, God knows he doesn't care what others think of him. it's a matter of business. after all what you did was treasonous.

the pessimistic thoughts are getting the best of you. you're ready to beg Miguel for forgiveness.

but, why?

you believe you did the right thing and would do it again, if it weren't for the consequences.

suddenly, a doorway opens in the lasers and Miguel steps in. he leans against the nearest wall you and looks down at you. the turmoil is evident in the crease of his brow.

"why?" is all he asks.

"what you're doing isn't right. what you said to that child wasn't right. and i know, i know you think it needs to be done but there has to be a better way!" as you speak you still avoid his eyes, holding the tears at bay.

"it's not about what i think is right. it's about what is. you've seen the evidence. you've seen what i," he takes a breath to control his rising anger, "what i have been through. you've seen all of it and you're still resistant?"

"i know! i know! and i'm not trying to discredit anything you've been through. you know i would never ever doubt you. but that doesn't change the fact that this is wrong!"

miguel shakes his head in disbelief at you. most of his reserve has vanished, the volume of his words ever increasing. "then why go against me now? you've been helping me for years! you never said anything!"

"i have! you just never listen to me Miguel! i have tried to get you to see it another way but you're so damn stubborn! but you're not always right and maybe there is another way to do this! just give the kid a chance."

"no. there isn't another way and you know that."

"but how will you know if you don't try and work with him. maybe the kid knows something you don't-"

"enough," accepting that his one true love was a lost cause, he slipped back to stoicism. a quality you were used to seeing him portray however it had never been aimed at you, "this discussion is over as it is clear you are choosing to be foolish."

the decisiveness of his bitter words made tears spill from your eyes. he walks over to your defeated form and crouches down to be eyelevel with you. he grabs your jaw and firmly lifts your chin.

"look at me." his words are airish and almost a whisper but are decidedly harsh.

you do as he says. meeting his eyes does nothing more than make you feel completely broken.

"i'm so disappointed. i thought we were one mi vida. but now you blatantly betray me-," he cuts himself off as anguish begins to seep through his words, "i don't have time for this. i'll deal with you when i get back."

for a moment his touch softens. but he abruptly rises and exits the cell, leaving you to crumble into a sobbing mess on the floor, inconsolable and heartbroken.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------notes: ok props to writers cause this was hard af and i got sick of myself half way through. i used to be able to write but i guess thats what happens when you dont use your gifts. anyways... like and subscribe? :/

[deathmetalunicorn1]

One piece X Demon Slayer

You've done Demon Slayer characters ending up in the one piece world so let's do the opposite and see how that works

Chopper somehow ending up in the world of Demon Slayer it would be interesting to see the slayer's reactions to a harmless reindeer demon that can stand in sunlight that not only doesn't have any craving for blood or even a need for it but is also stupidly good doctor

The notable reactions I think would be Shinobu, Kaguya and Tamayo

Shinobu because one her fear of furry things and two he is a doctor and arguably leagues above her in skill outside of her specialty in toxins and poisons

Tamayo I think I sort of kinship would form between the two of them

And kaguya is more Chopper taking interest in him mostly due to the curse and I am 110% sure that Chopper would immediately trying cure or at least find a treatment for his and his family's illness

-The Demon Slayers had been dispatched after reports of a strange creature, one that was wandering around in the sunlight, so it couldn’t have been a demon, unless if it was one that overcame the sun.

-Tanjiro and Rengoku arrived at the location where it had been spotted and Rengoku was able to pick up the sounds of someone crying and sniffling.

-They were not prepared to see a … “A deer?” Chopper flinched, holding onto his hat as he turned, his voice hitching, “Don’t hurt me! I’m not a demon I swear- I’m just a reindeer!!”

-Tanjiro kneeled, trying not to appear so scary, “How can you talk then?” Chopper explained that he came from another world, one filled with strange fruits called Devil Fruits, which gave those who ate them unique abilities.

-Rengoku then asked his own question, “What fruit did you eat then?” Chopper lifted a hoof, rubbing the back of his head, bashfully, telling them he ate the Human-Human Fruit, which made him more humanlike, allowing him to speak.

-After a bit of hesitation, Rengoku made the decision to bring Chopper back to HQ, something Ubuyashiki agreed on, wanting to meet this reindeer.

-When the others saw Chopper peeking from behind Rengoku, facing the wrong way so most of his body was exposed, he immediately panicked as Sanemi drew his sword, “You brought a demon back?! You idiots!!”

-Chopper was quickly crying, overwhelmed- he just wanted to go back to his friends, he wanted to go back out to sea, as Mitsuri and Tanjiro were trying to calm him down (looking like this lol).

-Kagaya was the one to calm Chopper down, after he approached, “This isn’t a demon- that much I can tell.” Chopper’s voice hitched, looking up at him before seeing his face and eyes, “What happened to your face?”

-While some yelled at Chopper for the rude question, Kagaya kneeled down, explaining the curse that he was forced to endure before Chopper spoke, “If it’s a disease- I can try to help!”

-Shinobu, who was hiding behind Mitsuri, terrified of him, as she did not like small furry creatures, glared lightly, “Curses cannot be cured- believe me we tried!”

-Chopper turned and everyone saw her flinch, hiding back behind Mitsuri again who was confused on why Shinobu was so scared- Chopper was adorable!!

-To humor him, Shinobu allowed him to see her research and he went over everything, and he stunned all by rattling off information about what he could see, about what the curse was doing.

-Everyone was stunned, seeing that he was a doctor, and a very knowledgeable one at that! Chopper got to work, researching a few different things before he came up with a new medicine, one that drove the demon poison out of others, as long as the wounds were fresh, as in the poisoning had only happened within the last day or so.

-Shinobu was stunned, forgetting her fear only for a moment as she looked over his research and helped him heal the warriors who came in, on the brink of death, driving the poison out of their bodies.

-While he couldn’t heal Kagaya, something Chopper felt like a failure for, the same medicine at least took some of the pain away, letting him have a mostly normal day when he took the medicine.

-Shinobu was prideful but she knew that Chopper was a talented doctor, and admitted that to him, flinching back with a squeak after he turned with a bright smile, thanking her.

-Tamayo was invited to see this medicine by Kagaya, as he knew that she was also researching the poison that demons used, wanting to use it against demons.

-Chopper had originally been against using medicine to harm others, as it went against his code, something Tamayo sympathized with, sitting with Chopper, “There are good demons in the world, like myself and Nezuko, but it’s the demons who are bad, those who would cause unneeded suffering, slaughtering innocents, that we want to rid the world of. If this will give us an edge, to stop more suffering, I believe we should take it.”

-Her words resonated with him, as he looked down at his hooves, which made her smile softly, he was such a kind person. The world needed more people like him.

-Kagaya was very kind to Chopper, always willing to answer his questions, and Chopper was such a good doctor, wanting to do whatever he could to help with his pain.

-Kagaya would let Chopper cry when he was missing his friends, telling him all the adventures he had gone with his friends, becoming a pirate, making Kagaya smile, hearing about the fun Chopper had before he came to this world.

-Most of the Hashira respected Chopper, because his medicine had saved so many lives and had helped their leader with his suffering, but there were some, Sanemi, who still thought he was a demon, being cautious.

-Mitsuri on the other hand, was the opposite, she loved to cuddle Chopper, treating him to meals and just making him feel welcome, and Chopper was a bit dim to realize why Obanai seemed so angry with him all the time. Once Obanai realized this he did back off, seeing Chopper as a child.

-Chopper still missed his friends, and probably would, at least until he could figure out how to go home, if there was a way to go home, but at least he had a safe home and had a purpose, helping the Demon Slayer Corps, helping those who had been injured and helping them fight back against the demons who would easily take over if the Demon Slayers fell.

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you were roused into a state of blurry consciousness upon feeling the familiar weight as Obi slid onto the bed. he always tried to be as gentle as possible, but his size makes him less than stealthy. besides, even when he didn’t want to wake you, he had to pull you close to him.

you shift, inching back with your eyes still closed as his rough hands ghost over your biceps, his lips finding your shoulder and littering it with slow, easy kisses. “So good to be home.” he whispers, more to himself, but you smile, sleepy, and hum against the pillow. you were half on your belly, one leg bent up towards you while the other was extended, and you could feel the wall of warmth that was Obi from your shoulders to your feet, but he was holding himself up with his elbow, so as not to crush you, only applying the faintest bit of his weight on your back. he smelled like soap, and you could feel the damp tips of his dark tendrils as he worshipped you with kisses— he’d no doubt showered at HQ before heading back to you, which you didn’t mind. the less time that he had to smell like an inferno around you, the easier it was to savor the moments he was home. you spent oh so much of his time away filled with dread that he might never come back, the last thing you wanted was to be reminded that he was on the brink of death before crawling into your bed.

he was naked, too, as Obi usually slept, only there was a prodding at your thigh— that familiar firmness when Obi missed you too much at work. “What time is it?” you mumbled, reaching back to pet at him. your uncouth hand blindly rubs at the dips in his abs, but you start to shift.

he stops you with a soft, “Shh…” and wraps his larger hand around yours, bringing it up to his lips, kissing each knuckle with delicate, butterfly kisses, “don’t get up, sweetheart.” he whispers back, “‘S late.”

“Someone… didn’t get the memo…” you murmur, melting back into the mattress, but you poke your butt out to nudge his hard on as if showing him what you were referencing.

he chuckles, and it’s low and husky. he wants you, and you can hear it in his baritone. “Sorry, that’s my fault,” he replies, sheepish, “I thought about you all day. How soft you are—“ he pauses, lips coasting over your shoulder and to the sweet spots on your neck. you mewl in content. “How… good you smell…”

“Obi…” you breathe out, squirming. you could always sit up, roll over and pull him close, wrap your legs around his hips and let him bury himself in you. hell, you’d even wake up to ride him if that’s what he wanted, sleepy or not. but he’s already reaching for one of the fluffy pillows on his side of the bed, “I can—“

“You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart.” he interjects, “Let me take care of it.” he hooks a strong forearm around your midsection and gingerly pulls your lower half up off the mattress to slide the pillow underneath, propping you up for him, and he whispers, needy, against the shell of your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you back to sleep, baby, All I want you to do is snuggle up and enjoy it.” you can feel his hips grinding against yours as he tells you, his cock poking against your flimsy panties, and the hand under you slips beneath the waistband to rub your clit in slow, lazy circles. it was incredible to you; even in the dark, while he was needy and getting inside you was the only thing on his mind, he could still find your clit so easy— he could tease the sensitive nub just right. you moan, sleepily. your body wanted to keep resting, but the attention he was giving your core was just stimulating enough to get you wet. “There’s my girl.” he whispers again, feeling your slick start to glue his fingers together. “She missed me, too. I can feel it.” he wasn’t wrong. even as you snuggled against the pillow, your back arched for him, and your hips wanted to rut and ride his fingers.

“Hurry up,” you whine, muffling yourself with the pillow. you cheeks were hot with a blush, even though you knew he couldn’t see. he had to be able to hear the shyness in your soft plea. you were impatient, needy yourself, and you sounded pathetic. “Put it in…” your core throbbed with desire, squeezing around air, and your lower belly was tied in knots. “Obi…”

“I’m coming, sweetheart,” he mutters, his free hand reaching over you to fumble with the bedside table, grasping the knob on the drawer to pull it open. then, he blindly rustles about the contents of a box, retrieving a prophylactic in a chrome wrapper, “just about ready.”

you knew he didn’t much care for condoms, and neither did you. and even though you’d been dating him steady for a while, he always kept them by the bed. he never once forgot to put one on, even when you were so overtaken by lust and the need to feel him that you would beg him to just hurry and fuck you, he would always remember. you’d asked him one time why he even bothered with them at this point; you’d be content to take him raw whenever he wanted, but he’d just kissed the tip of your nose and replied, “I’ll always take care of you first.”

you knew he didn’t want to keep you up, but the longer he took to grip the wrapper with his teeth and tear it open, the more impatient you became, pushing yourself back against his erection to rub against it with a hapless whimper.

“You’re so goddamn cute.” he whispers, eyes dark as he stares down at your drowsy display, dragging your ass slowly against his cock, sliding the rubber onto his length, ensuring it’s snug and secure. then, he shifts again, laying against you once more, using his fingers between your legs to pull your panties to the side whilst the other takes hold of himself by his base and guides the tip to your treasure. the insertion elicits a thick exhale against the back of your neck, Obi is blissed to be able to feel your walls clamp around him, pulling him deeper. you whine, too, that familiar, sweet stretch much slower tonight. “Happy now, sweetheart?” it’s half a tease, half a genuine inquiry; Obi releases himself to reach up and turn your head to the side, planting a soft kiss against your lips when you nod and mumble a happy mhm, “Yeah?” he whispers against your lips, and you nod again, lazily smacking your lips against his mouth to kiss him back. “Me too.” his fingers linger against your cheek, petting it, before he carefully guides it back to the pillow and you nuzzle against it.

you’d been apprehensive at first; you’d not expected to find yourself even drowsier once he was inside you. you thought, for sure, you’d be wide awake, and ready to scream his name until your throat was sore. however, that wasn’t the case at all.

the rhythm he fell into was slow, a lullaby of deep thrusting. he didn’t hit a limit, he didn’t bottom out, and the consistent rocking had your body feeling heavier. sleepier.

“Obi…” you moan, but it’s slurred. drunken.

he allows both of his hands to careen around your body, pulling your pajama top up so he can pepper your shoulders with kisses, before tracing your spine with them, mouth open, panting hot air against your skin and raising goosebumps. “Shh, shhhh,” he replies in a partial moan, “don’t talk, sweetheart. Don’t think… just enjoy it for me.”

you could do that, you thought, allowing yourself to sink, limp, between his massive strength and the sturdy mattress.

“You feel so good, love,” he whispered, kissing wherever he could move your top to find a bare section of flesh, “my best girl, taking me so slow and easy.”

you tried to reply, show some gratitude for all of the praise, but you could only muster a soft, wordless babble as sleep takes hold of you, and claims control over your mind.

“Go ahead,” he urges; Obi must’ve expected you to be fighting it, “go to sleep, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you…” even though his hips twitched, and he so desperately wanted to speed up, to grip your waist and drive himself home over and over until he was dizzy and spent, he doesn’t. he holds that same, slow pace, savoring each thrust and the way the bulging veins on his cock rubbed against your walls, causing them to flutter and tighten.

his jaw tightens, grinding his teeth, one hand gliding down to caress your bent leg from calve to thigh, while the other pets your hair, as if he could never get enough of the feeling of you. and he couldn’t. “That’s it… Gonna give you very, very good dreams tonight, sweetheart.” he coos, feeling your breathing start to even out as you drifted off. in contrast, you clench around him even tighter, a telltale sign that your orgasm is close. his forehead dips to rest between your shoulder blades, closing his eyes. his breathing is ragged, his body wants more, but he wouldn’t dare ruin the softness of your lullaby.

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𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 — 𝐨𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮

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you were roused into a state of blurry consciousness upon feeling the familiar weight as Obi slid onto the bed. he always tried to be as gentle as possible, but his size makes him less than stealthy. besides, even when he didn’t want to wake you, he had to pull you close to him.

you shift, inching back with your eyes still closed as his rough hands ghost over your biceps, his lips finding your shoulder and littering it with slow, easy kisses. “So good to be home.” he whispers, more to himself, but you smile, sleepy, and hum against the pillow. you were half on your belly, one leg bent up towards you while the other was extended, and you could feel the wall of warmth that was Obi from your shoulders to your feet, but he was holding himself up with his elbow, so as not to crush you, only applying the faintest bit of his weight on your back. he smelled like soap, and you could feel the damp tips of his dark tendrils as he worshipped you with kisses— he’d no doubt showered at HQ before heading back to you, which you didn’t mind. the less time that he had to smell like an inferno around you, the easier it was to savor the moments he was home. you spent oh so much of his time away filled with dread that he might never come back, the last thing you wanted was to be reminded that he was on the brink of death before crawling into your bed.

he was naked, too, as Obi usually slept, only there was a prodding at your thigh— that familiar firmness when Obi missed you too much at work. “What time is it?” you mumbled, reaching back to pet at him. your uncouth hand blindly rubs at the dips in his abs, but you start to shift.

he stops you with a soft, “Shh…” and wraps his larger hand around yours, bringing it up to his lips, kissing each knuckle with delicate, butterfly kisses, “don’t get up, sweetheart.” he whispers back, “‘S late.”

“Someone… didn’t get the memo…” you murmur, melting back into the mattress, but you poke your butt out to nudge his hard on as if showing him what you were referencing.

he chuckles, and it’s low and husky. he wants you, and you can hear it in his baritone. “Sorry, that’s my fault,” he replies, sheepish, “I thought about you all day. How soft you are—“ he pauses, lips coasting over your shoulder and to the sweet spots on your neck. you mewl in content. “How… good you smell…”

“Obi…” you breathe out, squirming. you could always sit up, roll over and pull him close, wrap your legs around his hips and let him bury himself in you. hell, you’d even wake up to ride him if that’s what he wanted, sleepy or not. but he’s already reaching for one of the fluffy pillows on his side of the bed, “I can—“

“You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart.” he interjects, “Let me take care of it.” he hooks a strong forearm around your midsection and gingerly pulls your lower half up off the mattress to slide the pillow underneath, propping you up for him, and he whispers, needy, against the shell of your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you back to sleep, baby, All I want you to do is snuggle up and enjoy it.” you can feel his hips grinding against yours as he tells you, his cock poking against your flimsy panties, and the hand under you slips beneath the waistband to rub your clit in slow, lazy circles. it was incredible to you; even in the dark, while he was needy and getting inside you was the only thing on his mind, he could still find your clit so easy— he could tease the sensitive nub just right. you moan, sleepily. your body wanted to keep resting, but the attention he was giving your core was just stimulating enough to get you wet. “There’s my girl.” he whispers again, feeling your slick start to glue his fingers together. “She missed me, too. I can feel it.” he wasn’t wrong. even as you snuggled against the pillow, your back arched for him, and your hips wanted to rut and ride his fingers.

“Hurry up,” you whine, muffling yourself with the pillow. you cheeks were hot with a blush, even though you knew he couldn’t see. he had to be able to hear the shyness in your soft plea. you were impatient, needy yourself, and you sounded pathetic. “Put it in…” your core throbbed with desire, squeezing around air, and your lower belly was tied in knots. “Obi…”

“I’m coming, sweetheart,” he mutters, his free hand reaching over you to fumble with the bedside table, grasping the knob on the drawer to pull it open. then, he blindly rustles about the contents of a box, retrieving a prophylactic in a chrome wrapper, “just about ready.”

you knew he didn’t much care for condoms, and neither did you. and even though you’d been dating him steady for a while, he always kept them by the bed. he never once forgot to put one on, even when you were so overtaken by lust and the need to feel him that you would beg him to just hurry and fuck you, he would always remember. you’d asked him one time why he even bothered with them at this point; you’d be content to take him raw whenever he wanted, but he’d just kissed the tip of your nose and replied, “I’ll always take care of you first.”

you knew he didn’t want to keep you up, but the longer he took to grip the wrapper with his teeth and tear it open, the more impatient you became, pushing yourself back against his erection to rub against it with a hapless whimper.

“You’re so goddamn cute.” he whispers, eyes dark as he stares down at your drowsy display, dragging your ass slowly against his cock, sliding the rubber onto his length, ensuring it’s snug and secure. then, he shifts again, laying against you once more, using his fingers between your legs to pull your panties to the side whilst the other takes hold of himself by his base and guides the tip to your treasure. the insertion elicits a thick exhale against the back of your neck, Obi is blissed to be able to feel your walls clamp around him, pulling him deeper. you whine, too, that familiar, sweet stretch much slower tonight. “Happy now, sweetheart?” it’s half a tease, half a genuine inquiry; Obi releases himself to reach up and turn your head to the side, planting a soft kiss against your lips when you nod and mumble a happy mhm, “Yeah?” he whispers against your lips, and you nod again, lazily smacking your lips against his mouth to kiss him back. “Me too.” his fingers linger against your cheek, petting it, before he carefully guides it back to the pillow and you nuzzle against it.

you’d been apprehensive at first; you’d not expected to find yourself even drowsier once he was inside you. you thought, for sure, you’d be wide awake, and ready to scream his name until your throat was sore. however, that wasn’t the case at all.

the rhythm he fell into was slow, a lullaby of deep thrusting. he didn’t hit a limit, he didn’t bottom out, and the consistent rocking had your body feeling heavier. sleepier.

“Obi…” you moan, but it’s slurred. drunken.

he allows both of his hands to careen around your body, pulling your pajama top up so he can pepper your shoulders with kisses, before tracing your spine with them, mouth open, panting hot air against your skin and raising goosebumps. “Shh, shhhh,” he replies in a partial moan, “don’t talk, sweetheart. Don’t think… just enjoy it for me.”

you could do that, you thought, allowing yourself to sink, limp, between his massive strength and the sturdy mattress.

“You feel so good, love,” he whispered, kissing wherever he could move your top to find a bare section of flesh, “my best girl, taking me so slow and easy.”

you tried to reply, show some gratitude for all of the praise, but you could only muster a soft, wordless babble as sleep takes hold of you, and claims control over your mind.

“Go ahead,” he urges; Obi must’ve expected you to be fighting it, “go to sleep, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you…” even though his hips twitched, and he so desperately wanted to speed up, to grip your waist and drive himself home over and over until he was dizzy and spent, he doesn’t. he holds that same, slow pace, savoring each thrust and the way the bulging veins on his cock rubbed against your walls, causing them to flutter and tighten.

his jaw tightens, grinding his teeth, one hand gliding down to caress your bent leg from calve to thigh, while the other pets your hair, as if he could never get enough of the feeling of you. and he couldn’t. “That’s it… Gonna give you very, very good dreams tonight, sweetheart.” he coos, feeling your breathing start to even out as you drifted off. in contrast, you clench around him even tighter, a telltale sign that your orgasm is close. his forehead dips to rest between your shoulder blades, closing his eyes. his breathing is ragged, his body wants more, but he wouldn’t dare ruin the softness of your lullaby.

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Hey, I just saw you had an event going on and wanted to request 💀🦖 with Deacon and ‘Move out of my way, or I’ll make you.’

I can’t deny it, I love the angst

Yay! The first actual angst prompt! Ooh, and it's a good one.

I feel strongly about the piece I wrote here... As it's pretty much just the way I yelled at the t.v. when this happened in-game.

But anyway, I hope you like it! 😁

"You lied?"

"Well, that was the lesson here, Sole, that's why the paper says--"

A frustrated groan interrupted him, and when your head lashed his way, there was fire in your eyes.

"'You can't trust everyone,' okay, yeah, I get it, you asshole. But you couldn't have told me earlier? Deacon, it's been months. It's been months, and I thought-- All this time..." You dragged your fingers over your scalp, feeling heat wash over you at the thought of it.

"The only reason I even read the damn thing is because of how out of control you've been lately! The way you've been endangering yourself... I couldn't bare to see you get hurt, I thought, if I used the code, if I thought you put yourself in a situation you couldn't miraculously get out of... Fuck, I trusted you, I cared about you and I believed you and-- and now you're saying that was wrong?"

"Hey, I'm sorry you're upset, okay?" Deacon's voice was calm. It only made you angrier. "But this was all a part of what you need to know. If you're in the Railroad--"

"What other choice did I have, Deacon?" You shouted at him, "How could I not trust you? I woke up in this world with no one, and you're the first person to give me a chance, to think I can make it out here, the first one to support me, and now you're saying I can't trust you? No, you're showing me that I can't? By lying to me?"

His mouth was hanging open, on the brink of saying what, you didn't know, but you weren't about to let him get on with it. You weren't finished.

"This shit doesn't teach me not to trust other people, it teaches me not to trust you. I believed you... I thought you were my friend, and yet all this time... What else have you lied about? Has anything you've told me been true?"

Deacon's silence was deafening.

It wasn't shock at your tone anymore, it was sheer loss of words. Because you were right.

You shook your head as Deacon looked away from you, his shades barely managing to mask the way his mind reeled and turned within itself to think of something he told you about himself that was utterly true.

"I don't even know you. Do I?"

You moved to brush past him, to leave this part of the ruins and find another place to sleep.

In the morning, you'd head back to HQ alone. That much, you'd decided.

"Sole, wait." Deacon made a move to step in front of you, one hand landing dangerously on your shoulder to hold you in place. "You did it. You passed, okay? You read the note, you got the message, and now... Now we can build on that. The first real lesson is checked off. This is a good thing."

You pulled your shoulder away from his grip, ignoring his poor attempt at justification as you went to move past him again.

He side-stepped into your path.

"Deacon--"

"Just let me tell you a few more things, okay? Let me--"

"Why? So you can lie? So you can build up my trust again before tearing it down? So you can start trying to unravel all the bullshit you already had me believing? No thanks."

You waited for him to move, to give in. But Deacon stood firm.

You groaned as you stepped around him deliberately.

He raised a hand to you, venturing to stop you again.

"Deacon. Move out of my way. Let me go, or I'll make you."

Finally, his head hung, and he stepped aside.

Maybe one day you'd be able to forgive him, you two could travel together again, even. But you knew one thing for certain. You'd never make the mistake of trusting him again.

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Ghosts and Shadows (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Word count: 4 847

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes  

Summary: Nothing was ever the same after retaking Wall Maria. How could it be? On that day, many lives changed and even more ended. Returning to the HQ and living there without almost all of your comrades was pure torture. Mainly, because you felt unimaginably guilty for surviving. 

Ghosts and Shadows

Even your eyelashes felt like they were glued together with still warm and sticky blood, that kept drenching your face from the wound somewhere on your head. Your whole body ached as if it was torn into pieces and then put back together the wrong way.

But there you were... still alive, still breathing and trying to make out your surroundings.

The once-familiar streets of Shiganshina, the town you were born and raised in, were unrecognizable. Debris and destruction were everywhere. The air was full of smoke and dust. And everything around you was eerie quiet. If you listened hard enough, you could hear your own pounding heart, but nothing more.

The battle was clearly over.

And you had no idea who won, who died, and who was still alive.

„Levi!“ you called out for your fiancé, trying to sit up slowly. Your whole torso felt like it was on fire, pain radiating from your abdomen to your shoulders and even legs.

When you looked around, you could faintly see a couple of bodies laying around. But none of them moved, not even after you called out to them. Were they from your squad? Your own people? And where were Hange and Moblit? They were right beside you when the Colossal Titan appeared and you all got caught in the pressure wave from its transformation.  

„Hange!“ you tried to call her name, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your arms were shaking from the strength needed for even such a simple movement. But with gritted teeth, you finally sat up and looked around a bit better. „Moblit?“ you shouted one of your closest friend’s name. It was obvious, that your voice sounded more and more desperate with every next try.

But nobody responded.

Nobody uttered a word, nobody even moved anywhere near you.

All you could see were the dead bodies of the people you fought alongside just a short while back. All the Scouts you knew for many months and years. Everyone was... gone.

You covered your mouth with a shaking hand before screaming out at the top of your lungs, while tears rolled down your cheeks. This had to be a dream. Just a nightmare, nothing else. This... this couldn’t be real, no. All you had to do was retake Wall Maria and get rid of your enemies. The Armored Titan was on the brink of death, all you needed to do was use the thunder spears one more time.

But then...

Bertholdt Hoover, the inheritor of the Colossal Titan, surprised you all. Nobody saw his attack coming in that particular way. All of you were fooled and that... that only lead to death and destruction.

Your beloved hometown, which went through so much tragedy in the past, had suffered another huge blow. Many more people found their death here. In the streets you used to run and play around as a child many, many years ago. After you left and joined the military, while later getting recruited to the Survey Corps, your parents stayed behind. Both of them were born in Shiganshina and lived there their whole lives. And both of them died here five years ago when the Colossal and Armored Titan first appeared.

To be fair, even you were supposed to die here. If nobody from your comrades survived, why should you? Why were you still alive and looking at the slowly setting sun through tears?

„LEVI!“ you cried out once more, painfully getting on all fours. It was the only way you could stand up, while still leaning against the remains of an old house.

He wasn’t on this side of the Wall when everything happened. Erwin wanted him with the horses and the new recruits. So he had to be alive, right? He had to... he simply had to.

With your left arm wrapped around your abdomen, you tried to take a few steps. Get away from all the dead, bloodied, burnt bodies and torn limbs. Get away from the awful smell of death that was lingering all around you. You carefully took one step and then another, before your knees gave out and you collapsed back onto the ground, crying out your fiancé’s name once again.

Why wasn’t he responding?

Levi couldn’t be... he couldn’t be...

It was impossible to even think about that option. He was alive, of course, he was. Even if nobody else survived, Levi had to.

He had to.

You took one last steadying breath before knocking on the familiar wooden door. The HQ was quiet like never before. Maybe because there wasn’t almost anybody, who would make even the tiniest noise. Almost all of the rooms were empty. And it was bound to stay this way for a very long time.

Maybe even forever.

The corridors felt cold, almost scary. As if ghosts and shadows of your fallen comrades were lurking around, watching your every step. Blaming you for staying alive and not being killed alongside them. Paranoia often made you look over your shoulder, where you expected to see a ghost of somebody you used to know and love.

Because of these feelings, you slowly stopped walking around to distract yourself. It was better to spend the whole day somewhere outside, most of the time in the horribly empty stables with just a couple of horses there. Or just sitting under a tree, where no one heard you cry.

„Come in!“ said the stern voice on the other side of the door. You clutched the handle tightly, before opening the door and walking in. „Oh, it’s you,“ said Levi suddenly much more wholesome.

„Am I disturbing you?“ you asked in a quiet voice, not sure where to look. Tears were once again starting to pool in your eyes and you didn’t want him to see them right away. Not as if it wasn’t that way for the last couple of days.

„No, come in. I wasn’t doing anything important.“

You nodded slowly, closing the door behind you. Even your own footsteps sounded way too loud in the silence all around. It haunted you day and night. Even more, when you suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and it felt as if the whole world around you had disappeared into nothing.

„What happened?“ Levi asked, when you stopped in front of his desk, looking around rather uncomfortably. The door to your left led to your shared bedroom. Nothing around you was unfamiliar, you’d spent countless hours in his office before. „Come here,“ he said quietly, outstretching his arm towards you.

Hesitantly, your fingers brushed over his warm skin, before he interlocked your fingers. When you walked around the desk closer to him, his other arm gently wrapped around your waist and pulled you down to sit on his lap. His every touch was still rather tender and careful since most of your body was covered in slowly healing bruises and some minor injuries.

„You didn’t come here to talk, am I right?“

It took you a short while, but you nodded, while wrapping your arms around his neck. A moment like this felt just like a miracle. After everything that happened not even a week ago...

You both were supposed to be dead. Just like almost everyone else. But somehow... you made it back to Trost. With just a handful of others, mainly the kids from the 104th. The only other survivors were Hange and a new recruit named Floch, who was the only survivor of Erwin’s suicide march against the Beast Titan, as he called it.

Not a single person from your squad made it out alive. Nobody from your closest friends. Not even Moblit, who gave his life to save Hange. She was the only one you had left. The only friend, you made almost immediately after joining the Scouts, just a year after Levi. Everyone else, who helped you find your place amongst the Scouts was gone and never coming back.

Yes, you’ve lost countless people over the years, but this mission was different. This time almost the whole Survey Corps was wiped out. And you couldn’t understand, why or how you escaped death. Why you? There was nothing special about you, the Scouting regiment had countless other more promising and important members.

„I think I’m going crazy,“ you whispered after a long while.

Levi lovingly held you against his body, his hand running up and down your back slowly and comfortingly. All you needed was time, and he was determined to give you all the time in the world. After all, there was nowhere to hurry, the last couple of days were all blending together into a big mess of pain, grief, and regret.

„I can’t even walk down the corridors anymore without always looking over my shoulder, and searching for somebody. It’s like... I can still hear and see them, Levi.“

He carefully pressed his lips to your shoulder. „Hange told me something very similar this morning. I guess it’s... normal.“

„Normal? What is normal about all of this?“ The first few tears rolled down your cheeks. Levi almost immediately lifted his hand and wiped them away. „I’m not supposed to be here, Levi. Why did I survive and they didn’t?“

Suddenly it was hard to even speak or think. Your mind once again filled with all the horrible sights from Shiganshina. All the destruction, blood, and death. You could just really vaguely remember the moment when Hange and Mikasa found you amongst all of that chaos. When you regained consciousness sometime later, you were on top of Wall Maria, Levi sitting right beside you. His eyes were full of terror until you finally said something and assured him, that you were alright.

At that moment you felt a glimpse of happiness and gratefulness – he was alive, that was all that mattered.

But only until he and Floch told you about what happened on the other side of the Wall. About Erwin’s death and about all of the other recruits. And about Armin, who was now the new inheritor of the Colossal Titan. So many things happened in such a short period of time. Including finally uncovering the truth about the basement in Eren’s old home.

The news about the world outside the Walls took you by surprise. But not in a good kind of way. Just a thought about people living somewhere on the other side of the ocean made you feel uneasy. Mainly, because Annie, Reiner, Berthold, and the two other special Titans showed you, what those people are capable of.

„Because it simply wasn’t your time to die,“ Levi answered in a stern voice again, looking somewhere in the direction of his office door. As if he was waiting for somebody to come in. Anybody... Erwin... „And for that, I’ll be forever grateful,“ he added, leaning his head against your chest. His grip around your waist got a little tighter.

„Did you expect something like this? That’s why you proposed to me the night before?“

Your engagement was still fresh news nobody knew about. To be honest, your whole relationship, which started almost six years ago, was kept pretty much secret. It was better that way for both of you. Only the closest people around you knew, and it was supposed to be similar with your engagement. You wanted to tell those special few, but that chance was now forever gone. The only person, that remained was Hange.

„Not really. I just felt it was the right time to do it.“

„I see,“ you mumbled into his hair, resting your chin on top of his head. Facing the window behind his desk, you could see the already grey clouds getting even darker. A storm was slowly closing in. „You know I can tell when you’re not telling me the truth, right?“

„I hoped I got better at hiding it.“

„Not really, you always suddenly lower your voice, when you’re lying.“

Captain Levi Ackerman was like an open book to you. You knew almost everything about him and his life. And you loved him despite all the things he was convinced were unlovable. He had his flaws, of course, he did. But who didn’t? To you, love was never about finding someone perfect.

It was about a special person, who wasn’t afraid to show you his darkest secrets and worst flaws, which made him think no one will ever be able to love him. Love was about vulnerability and honesty. About being able to feel safe with the person to the point, when you showed each other your true self.

„And you bite the right corner of your lower lip right afterward.“

„You are looking out the window, there’s no way you just saw me do that.“

„No, but you just confessed to doing it.“

His angry mumbling always made you smile. But not now, not in the situation that was lingering all around you.

Levi could feel it as well, he wasn’t his true self since returning from the mission. The decision he was forced to make was still on his mind and didn’t let him rest even during the night. He tried to hide it, but you heard him waking up in the middle of the night, calling your late Commander’s name. It made shivers run down your back, while you silently cried into the pillow, trying not to let Levi know you’d heard him.

His desperate tone and few silent sobs always broke your heart. You wanted to comfort him somehow, wrap your arms around his trembling body, and let him know, that it’s okay to feel like this. After all, he was only human. And all people made mistakes and had emotions, that were sometimes too much to handle.

„How are we going to get through this?“ you asked, running your fingers through his thick dark hair. „How are we supposed to move on from such a tragedy, Levi?“

„We don’t have any other option, I’m afraid. We can only move forward from here.“

„No, you don’t understand me.“

„I think I do understand, love. It’s just that we see the whole thing from different points of view. We pay attention to different details.“ You uncomfortably shifted in his lap, kissing the top of his head. Talking about that day was pure agony. But you had to do it. For yourself and for others.

For the kids from the 104th, you grew to like and even love. The only solace in all of this madness was that they made it back in one piece. With some injuries, but they were all alive. And they needed you, just like they needed Levi and Hange, who became the new Commander of the Survey Corps.

They all looked up to you as their superior, so you had to act on it. You had to show them, that this wasn’t the end. All you needed was some time to grieve and plan your next move, while all of you accepted the new reality.

„You can say that we've fought in two different battles,“ he said, burying his face into your chest even further.  He took a deep breath, taking in your scent he knew so well. „And we both lost.“

He was angry with himself because you were almost amongst the dead as well. You could tell he was beating himself up over not being able to protect you. Even though he knew that you can take care of yourself. You always could, there wasn’t any need for him to always watch over your every step.

But the recent horrific events showed Levi just how easily he could lose you. Almost too easily. And that option terrified him more, than anything else. The possibility of being left alone once more. He lost many people over the years the two of you knew each other. And some of the most important ones even before that.

He never talked about his mom, Isabel, Furlan, or Kenny much, but he wanted you to know them at least a little bit. And for that you were glad. It was them, who helped to shape him into the man, you later fell in love with. And despite never having the chance to get to know them, you promised that you’ll take care of Levi on their behalf.

„Did you talk to Armin?“

You shook your head. „I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m glad he’s alive and well, I really, truly am. He’s one of the wisest people I’ve ever met, despite being so young. But it’s hard because...“

„You adored Erwin from day one, everybody knew it,“ Levi finished your words, tilting his head back and looking into your face. „But it was time to let him go.“

„I know.“

You really did. Levi made the right choice... hopefully. The young Armin Arlert was a promising soldier and future leader, maybe truly the next Commander. Saving him was important.

But that didn’t make losing Erwin feel easier. You really adored that man and followed his every word. Throughout the years, you even became one of his most trusted subordinates. Letting him go felt like losing an important piece of yourself.

„You should go and talk to him. Hange as well, you can’t isolate yourself from everyone. You’re not like me, who doesn’t really need or want social interactions.“

„I’ll talk to them, it’s just not the right time, yet.“

There were many words you wished to say to Armin, Hange, or Levi, but your heart and mind were just too tired for that. Too tired to remember and feel the same pain over and over again. The only thing you were able to do, was hug him even tighter and treasure that exact moment.

Maybe it was the last time you had the opportunity to hold him like that.

As the hours went by, the storm really came. Heavy rain was pouring down when you finally decided to go to bed. Not to sleep, that was almost impossible, but to maintain at least some kind of daily routine.

The nights were the worst because Levi rarely came to lay down next to you. If he did, he almost always woke up within the first two hours, panicking and gasping for air because of the nightmares that kept bothering him.

So most nights he stayed at his desk, just like before you started sleeping in his bed. Even after that, it was sometimes hard for him to simply lay down and relax enough to fall asleep. Holding you in his arms used to help. It made him feel safe and reassured, that you’re truly still in his life and by his side.

„Levi?“ you called after him in a quiet voice, after another thunder startled you. It sounded too similar to the sound of exploding thunder spears.

It was quiet for a while until you heard him make his way into the dark bedroom. „What is it? Are you okay?“ he asked in a concerned tone.

„Can you come to lay down next to me, please?“ You didn’t ask for anything special. Just a few hours of calmness in his arms, where you could sleep for a bit. „Maybe just for a short while.“ Your voice sounded like you just cried for several hours, while your eyes were still red and puffy.

Being emotional has always been one of your worst qualities. At least that’s how you saw it. You cried easily and took a lot of things more seriously than was necessary. Those weren’t the best traits for someone in the Survey Corps, where death was always present. You tried to work on it, change somehow... but when something truly hurt you, crying was the only resort. Bottling up your feelings was never something you could do. It was always better to let everything out.

„I don’t think I can fall asleep. And I still have some work to do.“

„You don’t have to sleep. I just need you here.“ The bed was simply too cold and empty without him. It felt even more empty than the whole HQ around you.

Levi hesitated for a while but ultimately gave in. His every movement seemed a little forced and out of place, but when he finally made himself comfortable, he let out a quiet sigh. Almost as if he was glad to be in bed. Maybe he just waited to hear, that you wanted him beside you.

„You didn’t have anything for dinner. Again.“

„I ate lunch, that was more than enough for today,“ you objected, moving closer to your fiancé. Levi carefully took you in his arms, letting you rest your head on his chest.

It wasn’t always like that.

These days, he liked and sometimes even craved your touch. There were moments he couldn’t take his hands off you. Moments when his lips desperately needed to be in contact with your skin. But before all of that, Levi was distant and cold even to you. He loved you, but for a long time, he simply wasn’t able to show it. He was too afraid, or maybe even ashamed to let you know how touch-starved he was, and how much he wanted but couldn’t let you close.

His fear of intimacy made you cry yourself to sleep on many occasions at the beginning of your relationship. Not that you were angry with him. You were angry with yourself because, despite the love you felt toward him, you weren’t able to help him. To show him how beautiful love could be in its most natural and delicate form.

Things between you started to change really slowly. You decided to give him all the time he needed. And finally, it was Levi, who came to you, when he felt ready to accept the love you were offering to him. He handed you his heart over with such trust and hope in his beautiful sea-grey eyes.

And since that day, you were holding his heart close to your own, always making sure it was safe and full of love.

„I hate to boss you around, you know that. But you need to take care of yourself, I don’t want you getting sick,“ he said worriedly, running his fingers through your hair, and brushing some strands away from your face.

„I’m not trying to get sick, I’m just grieving,“ you said, tightly wrapping your arm around him. From what you’ve heard from Floch, it was a miracle that he wasn’t seriously injured during his attempt to take down the Beast Titan. Or that he made it out alive. Facing all of those Titans alone...

„You understand that none of what happened was your fault, right? There was nothing you could have done for your squad or the others. Just like Hange, you are damn lucky that you survived that bastard’s transformation into the Colossal Titan.“

„None of them did anything wrong, Levi. They didn’t deserve to die, not like that.“

„Yeah, you could say that about everyone from the Scouts that ever gave their lives for what they believed would help save the human race.“ Something in his tone made you lift your head from his chest. Levi noticed the concern on your face but waited a minute before speaking again. „I don’t know why, but I feel some strange kind of relief that it finally happened.“

„What do you mean?“

„Taking back Wall Maria was our main task for the last five years. We both know how many of us died for this during those years. And now it’s finally done.“

„But look at how many of us are left. If it wasn’t for the kids from the 104th, it would be just us three. Me, you, and Hange. Nobody else, Levi. Don't act like that doesn't terrify you.“

„I never said that.“

You sighed exhaustedly, laying your head back on his chest and finally closing your eyes. When was the last time you had a good sleep? A week ago? Two weeks ago? Sometime this month? Or was it the previous one... or maybe just before all of that madness that happened in Trost?

Since then, you lived in constant survival mode. Even more than ever before. You almost forgot how to smile and enjoy life. Levi noticed it since he paid close attention to your moods and feelings. All he wanted was for you to be happy, safe, and loved. Always falling asleep knowing, that life was worth living even after the most brutal day you could ever imagine.

He wanted you to know, that even if something happened to him, you had to continue living. You had to try and find happiness again.

But even thinking about it made you feel sick. You were more than sure, that after Levi there would be no life left for you to live. Nothing would make any sense anymore. Not, when you imagined your whole life with him by your side.

„Right now, I’m not sure what will happen to us. To the Scouts. I trust Hange, you know that, but...“

„She needs our help, Levi. We can’t leave her alone in this mess.“

He nodded, running his hand up and down your back, trying to comfort you, while the storm outside was still raging. „It’s just that we have so much new information now. With so many new threads to look out for.“

„You think people like them... will come after us again?“

They will, of course. You knew that even without Levi answering your question. Why would they stop? They lost this time, but that surely won’t stop them from trying to attack again.

„It’s just a matter of time,“ he said quietly, kissing the top of your head.

You hugged him even tighter when another loud thunder was heard from the outside. In the next couple of minutes, even more lightning and thunder followed, the storm getting closer and closer. You’ve always hated them for some reason. Not that you were afraid, you just didn’t like them. Especially during nighttime, when everything was supposed to be calm and quiet.

„I miss him,“ said Levi after a long while. You didn’t even try to fall asleep, but foolishly hoped, that maybe he drifted off for at least a couple of minutes.

„Me too,“ you said equally quietly, kissing the warm skin of his neck.

He didn’t have to say any names, you knew who he was referring to. It wasn’t just Erwin, he was deeply troubled about all the other soldiers as well, but he had a special bond with the late Commander. After all, it was Erwin, who helped him get above ground and start a new life. Surely, it had its downfalls, but Levi was grateful. He somehow... after all those years and all those sacrifices... felt that he owed his current life to Erwin.

„He’ll always be with us. Just like all of our fallen comrades. Watching over us every step of the way, hoping that we achieve everything they weren’t able to.“

The sudden hope in your tone almost made you laugh. Where was it coming from? Surely not from your broken heart, which was still overflowing with pain, sadness, and guilt. You were the one, who longed to hear similar words. Not to be the one who was saying them.

But as you looked at Levi – into his tired empty eyes, studying the almost hopeless expression on his face... He was just as broken, maybe even more. In the end, it was he, who had to make the choice and live with the consequences. He too believed in Armin, so he surely wasn’t blaming him for anything. Levi knew, that Eren’s best friend was a crucial member of the Scouts. He resembled Erwin in many ways and had many other, very important and useful qualities and skills.

He deserved to live, humanity needed the person he was surely about to become in the next few years.

If only these thoughts could somehow take away the pain of losing Erwin.

„It was time to let him go,“ you said the same words, Levi told you just a few our prior. Did you truly believe in them? Absolutely not. At least for now. Maybe after a few weeks or months, when all of this pain eases a little bit. „We have to continue on our own. Until we all meet again one day.“

You could see how those words surprised him. When another lightning struck and illuminated the dark room, you could swear Levi’s eyes were full of tears. But he closed them before the first one could find its way out and roll down his cheek, where you softly pressed your lips, while your hand gently caressed his chest.

Grieving the loss of loved ones was natural. There was no need to hide your emotions. Because in the end, their deaths made you stronger and more resilient. Gave you even more motivation to never give up and fight until the very end.

[simply-zhouye]

Tianhui kiss poster for Back from the Brink

[blizzardrush]

( Hey everyone! Since Sons of Theseus is basically a fic, I wanted to make an author's notes sort of post explaining some of the things going on in it.

Directly under the cut will be a TL;DR so you can get up to speed with my muses' current main verses without reading SoT, though I'd appreciate if you did. Spoiler alert!

Anyway, let's get to it! )

Too Long; Didn't Read:

Bryan: After being trapped in a false reality for over a year, Fury had difficulty grasping if he was actually free of his perfect dream or still stuck. He found Dragunov during the eighth King of Iron Fist Tournament. Due to their shared history, Fury made him his basis of what was real or not. Sergei died during Azazel's rebirth, causing Bryan to rampage across continental Europe, Dragunov's corpse in tow, to the HQ of the Gold Raptors. He witnessed Sergei's resurrection and went with him to the Battle of Yakushima (after all, who was gonna stop him?). He panicked when he perceived Sergei on the brink of death again and intervened in Dragunov's fight with Victor. Sergei was only enacting a ruse, however, and attacked Bryan instead. Their tussle was interrupted by Devil Kazuya. When the dust settled, Bryan realized Dragunov is just as strong as he ever was, and thus knows now for certain that he is in the real world, and it is his for the taking.

Sergei: An attempt to give a graduation gift to his younger sister was hideously misinterpreted, causing him to lose his temper and have a painful coughing fit. He was dispatched to the King of Iron Fist Tournament to represent Russia and defeated Shaheen. Part of the Coliseum collapsed during Azazel's appearance. He was crushed under rubble and killed. At the instant of his death, the Gold Raptors captured a snapshot of his being down to the quantum level and reconstructed him, minus the cancer in his lungs and throat he did not know he had. The Major, leader of the Raptors, sent him to the Battle of Yakushima, where he fought with Victor. He feigned an injury to catch the Raven off-guard, but Bryan "rescued" him before he could follow through. Outraged at the lost opportunity, Dragunov attacked Bryan instead, stabbing him in the thigh. Devil Kazuya brought the entire battle to a fiery halt. Initially despairing over what he thought was a complete failure of his mission, Sergei realized that he had almost killed Fury without much effort. If he could do that fresh from the grave, then his future potential is limitless.

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Stuff I Want to Mention:

The thread's title, Sons of Theseus, refers to the Ship of Theseus thought experiment: "is something still the same thing if it has all of its original parts replaced?" Both Bryan and Dragunov go through some hefty changes through the story. Fury gets his entire perception of reality rocked, deeply disturbing him for possibly the first time in his life. Sergei gets it worse -- he is literally rebuilt from the ground up.

There are two songs embedded in SoT: Dead Man's Party by Oingo Boingo, and Silent Running by Gorillaz. Both have lyrics relevant to the story.

Dead Man's Party:

I was hit by something last night in my sleep It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more? Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door Leave your body and soul at the door

Though I mostly used this song to go with the jovial atmosphere of Bryan's dream of Hollywood stardom, in his first post, he is hit by something in his sleep: Dragunov talking. The sheer shock of this is enough to snap him out of it!

Silent Running:

Stop, 'cause you're killing me You brought me back and made me feel free Rowdy waves and your energy You pulled me fragile from the wreckage Well, I got so lost here Machine assisted, I disappear To a dream, you don't wanna hear How I got caught up in nowhere again

This song was a HUGE inspiration for SoT as a whole. These lyrics practically happen. Why?

Because Sons of Theseus is fix-it fic. imo Bryan and Dragunov have a lot of potential. Yeah, I know, I get it, T8 isn't about them. But blizzardrush and unbrydledfury are! With any luck, I gave them a compelling narrative to go along with the canon story.

Speaking of which, the entire thing, like most of my fics, was the result of brainworms. I didn't get T8 right out of the gate, and though I tried to avoid spoilers, I heard that the losers of the KoIF tournament would be killed. Since Bryan and Dragunov are villains, I assumed they would likely be goners. How was I supposed to write them if they were canonically dead? This wasn't the case, of course, but I liked the idea of actually killing one of my muses. Sergei drew the short straw because I was having trouble deciding how his character was developing. Now he has a blank slate! What a lucky guy!

I didn't want his resurrection to be an ass-pull handwaved by oh the Foundation Raptors are ~*~spooOOooky~*~ military mad science, but then I remembered there is precedent for them doing shit like this :^)

Bryan being stuck in a lotus-eater machine was the result of much brainstorming about how to keep a nearly-invincible cyborg subdued for over a year. Turns out it's easy -- you just target the ego. Fun fact: the duration his black box reports was the length of time between that post and the last post I made on unbrydled :')

Finally, there's a blink-and-you'll-miss-it reference Bryan makes to a "thing in Vegas". He's talking about the three-way thread between him, Dragunov, and icecoldwilliams' Nina, in which they're chasing down a lost nuclear bomb before someone sets it off. I love continuity in my RP blogs; I feel like it gives them more weight.

So there you go! That wraps up SoT. Bryan and Dragunov are officially updated and back to regular programming.

Thank you for reading! <3 )

[giantroboticplatypusbutt218]

Oversight

This is Part 3 of the Magnetic Attraction series. 

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Content Warnings: Fantastic Racism, Internalized Homophobia, Suggestive Content, Mild Language, Canon-Typical Violence.

Summary: Rev receives some friendly advice from Tech after a mistake of his is brought to attention. Desperate to prove that he took Tech's words to heart, he seeks the aid of his other friends to improve himself before the evening is over.

Unfortunately, he missed the most crucial piece of advice that Tech tried to convey.

Word Count: 27,277

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (Link to Chapter on Ao3)

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Chapter 1

Word Count: 3598

Notes: This is part 3 of the Magnetic Attraction series. If you haven’t read the previous parts you will probably be confused. Feel free to skip the rest of these notes if you don’t care about the content warnings. 

(Continued under the cut)

Content warnings are similar to the previous fics, with the same themes of racism and internalized homophobia. As for new warnings: 

You might have noticed this fic is rated “T” rather than “G”. That’s mostly due to some suggestive humor, and 90% of it is contained in chapter 2. Basically, I joke about the sexualized nature of modern pop music. A character also says a mild swear and there are allusions to blood (that’s not actual blood) in chapter 4. 

There is a comment in the third chapter that is mildly transphobic. Honestly, I don’t even know if “transphobic” is entirely the right word. A well meaning character (you can guess who) voices some bad assumptions. I’m trans myself and I’ve dealt with well meaning people saying worse. Compared to literally everything else in the fic it feels pretty minor. 

Lastly… I don’t know if this deserves a warning, but I hope you’re prepared for various characters to make some dumb decisions. 

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, and feel free to give me comments and/or criticisms.

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“Oh wow! Three apples! Can all of you count to three? Let’s do it together!”

Tap.

“Tengo que confesar. ¡Estoy enamorado de tu prima! Eres maravilloso, pero él puede correr tan rápido…”

Tap.

“Are those lions, tigers, and bears you see? Of course they are! Because this is channel 4 news, and this is our annual conservation special!” 

Tap.

“That’s right folks; This entire evening is dedicated to the zoos of Blanc and all the wonderful creatures contained within.”

Tap. Tap. 

“So get cozy, because you won’t want to miss all the amazing animals and the stories behind bringing them back from the brink!” 

Tap. Tap. Tap. Taptaptap. “UGH! What the heck?!” 

Duck mashed the channel up button a few more times before tossing the remote onto the coffee table. 

Ace glanced over his book, otherwise not moving from his casual position on the opposite lounge sofa. “The batteries probably died.” 

“I know that the batteries probably died. I’m not an idiot.” Duck crossed his arms. “But now what?! I don’t wanna be stuck watching some stupid news channel.”

“You wouldn’t mind if we were still in Acmetropolis.” 

“Will you ever stop bringing that up!?” 

Ace shrugged. “If you don’t wanna watch the news then just get up and change the channel on the TV.” 

“Absolutely not! I’m not walking all the way over there!” 

“It’s like ten feet. Also, you can teleport.” 

“The buttons on the TV have a delay.” 

“So does the remote.” 

“I’m not going to get up and use the TV buttons like a loser.” 

“Well, there are plenty of other TVs in HQ. Just go find one with a working remote and watch TV there.” 

“But-! Uh…” Duck hummed, looking away. “The uh… lighting is better here. Yeah. I don’t want to go where there’s not… good lighting.” 

“I guess the sunset does look pretty nice with all the big fancy windows. That still means you’re out of luck, though.”

“Don’t remind me.” 

Ace went back to reading his book while Duck sat cross armed and frowned petulantly at the TV. 

“What you see here is the Tiger Terrace Zoo, home of the best captive breeding program in all of Blanc. Thanks to the efforts of all the wonderful staff, the incredible Blanc tiger climbed from extinct in the wild, all the way up to endangered!”

“Bor-ing. Who cares about the stupid tigers? They just chase things half the day and sleep the rest! What are they even useful for? Nothing. That’s what.” 

Duck looked over to Ace, who wasn’t paying attention.

“Ughhhh.” 

“…”

“Ughhhhhhhhhhh!” 

“…”

“UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“…”

“Fine! I’ll just get Tech to give me some new batteries!” 

Ace poked his head up. “Actually, I think I remember Lexi buying some the-” 

But Duck warped away before he could finish. 

“Oh, well, nevermind I guess.” 

Duck appeared near instantly in front of the lab door and began pounding on it. 

“Tech! You in there? Open up and give me some batteries!” He continued pounding on the door for a few moments. “Hello?!” 

A few seconds later, he crossed his arms.

“I’m coming in!” he announced, deciding to warp inside. “YEEEOUCH!!!” And immediately he warped back in front of the door.

“What the-! Oh right. The security thingamajig. Ugh. How am I supposed to find Tech?” 

The sound of metallic equipment clanking against itself toward the entrance got his attention.

“Bingo,” he said, teleporting over. 

Suddenly he was in front of the main elevator, pointing triumphantly and shouting, “aha!” However, his celebration was a little premature. 

“Uhhh, hi Duck,” Lexi greeted with mild confusion. 

“Hello,” Slam greeted as well. 

“Dang it!” he exclaimed. Then, his eyes trailed down to the things they were carrying. “Uh, what’s that?”

“Hurdles, balance bars… Just some gymnastic equipment to get our blood pumping!” 

Slam nodded enthusiastically. 

“Eugh. Isn’t it too hot outside for exercise?”

“Oh, we actually set everything up inside. The 2B storage room has loads of space. Nothing in there but an old refrigerator and a few floor fans. As a nice bonus, it’s a little harder to hear the rest of HQ while I’m in there too.”

“But isn’t the door busted?” 

“Just the opening mechanism,” she explained. “Slam’s strong enough to pull it open himself, even if the steel is a little slippery for him to grab onto.” 

Slam shrugged.

“Hm.” Then Duck jolted, his mind getting back on track. “Wait, have you seen Tech around?” 

“Not recently. I think he hasn’t left the lab much since last week. Probably caught up in a project or something.” 

“Just great. His security system stops me from quacking in and he won’t answer the door.” 

“Why do you need to see him?”

“The TV remote died and I need new batteries, and with Tech being a nerd he’s bound to have some.” 

Lexi perked up. “Oh, actually I-” 

“Wait! I bet he’d open the door for Rev! I just gotta find him, and he’ll get Tech to lend me some batteries.” 

“If you would-!” 

And Duck teleported away. 

Lexi and Slam looked at each other and shrugged, before continuing on. 

At Rev’s bedroom door, Duck began pounding on it similarly to how he did in front of the lab. 

“Rev?! You in there?!” 

“Oh! Yeah. The security is off and the door is open but give me a sec to-”

Upon opening the door anyway, “AHH!” a mountain of papers fell out and completely buried Duck. 

In a flash Rev was by the door. “…clean up.” 

Duck popped his head out of the pile and glared at him. 

Rev chuckled sheepishly. “Honestly I tried to warn you and considering how fast I talk I’m surprised you didn’t manage to hear my entire warning before opening the door.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever.” Duck wrestled his arms free of what was apparently a post-it note pile and picked one up. “What were you even doing? You’ve hardly been around for the past week.”

“Oh uh, just some research.”

Duck squinted at the chicken scratch covering the note. “Public opponents of the 1989 ICZN Opinion 1567 ruling regarding Case 2607,” he squinted harder, “-the moving of Canis latrans sapiens to Latrans sapiens under family… can-did-ay,” he tilted his head concernedly, “rudely wore shirts depicting a coyote with stink lines in protest.” Duck looked up and grimaced at Rev. “…What the heck kind of research is this?” 

“Um, well, you know…” Rev quickly swooped over and gathered the pile of post-its in a big bunch before shoving them in a corner of his room. 

Duck got up and brushed himself off, then followed Rev inside. “I really don’t. That paper was covered in weird nerd stuff.” 

Rev chuckled nervously. “You see, I recently realized that some of my views and behaviors regarding Tech were… not fair, so I made a small effort to remedy that.” 

The incredulous frown on Duck’s face grew as he failed to find a single space in Rev���s room that wasn’t plastered with colorful notes. Actually, no. Duck quickly spied a framed photo on Rev’s nightstand with Tech not so subtly left visible in it. But besides that, there was a nauseating amount of colorful papers absolutely everywhere. “‘Small’?”  

“I… wanted to be thorough.” 

When his eyes returned to Rev, he noticed a few dozen notes covering him as well. “Have you tried not being stupid?” 

Rev huffed. “This is me trying not to be stupid.” 

“Well, hopefully you’ve at least figured out that Tech didn’t want to eat you, then.” 

Coughing awkwardly, Rev looked away. “How… do you know about that?” 

“Lexi told me you came flying past her screaming about it.” 

“Oh… I… guess I should’ve asked her not to say anything…” he cleared his throat. “But uh, yes. I do know that Tech wasn’t trying to eat me.” 

“Great. And since we’re already talking about Tech, can you get me into the lab so I can talk to him?” 

“I can see if he’ll let us in. But what do you need to see him for?” 

“I need some new batteries.”

“Oh! I have some batteries!” Rev ran to his desk and pulled open a drawer, inadvertently flinging some post-its into the air. “I’ve got Double A, Quadruple A, A Twenty-Three, C Cell, D Cell, Nine Volt-”

“REV!”

He stopped his rummaging. “Yeah?” 

“Any Triple A?” 

Rev glanced back into the drawer for a moment. “Oh, uh, no.” 

“Then can you open the lab already?!” 

“Sure. I’ll meet you there.” 

In an instant, Rev was gone. Duck soon followed. 

When he appeared directly in front of the door, Rev was off to the side speaking through the intercom. 

“Are you sure, Tech? You kinda sound like you don’t want me or especially Duck to come in.”

“It’s… fine. Just open the door.” 

Rev inputted some kind of overly elaborate code onto the keypad and the door slid open. 

“WAH!” And Duck was buried in papers again. He warped upward and landed on top of the paper pile. “Geez Tech!” came Duck’s scolding as Tech walked closer. “Have you ever heard of a folder?” 

“Yes. But I’ve also heard of staples.” And like that, Tech used his power to yank all of the papers out from under him, landing Duck straight onto his butt.

“OOF!” Getting back onto his feet and brushing himself off, Duck scowled. “Any reason you had a pile of paper precariously placed right at the door?”

“Genuine mistake,” Tech stated through a smirk before walking his paper tower further into the lab.

“Whatever,” Duck huffed, following him inside with Rev shortly behind. “The TV remote’s dead. I need Triple A batteries for it.”

“Alright. Hand me the ones in the remote.”

“Okay.” Duck teleported.

…

“YEEOUCH!” 

And immediately he was right back where he teleported from. 

“You didn’t turn off the security thingy?!”

“It takes a while to shut off, so I didn’t bother. Sorry that I forgot to mention it,” Tech said with faux innocence. 

“You’re despicable.” Duck sharply turned and walked out of the lab’s door, before teleporting away properly this time. 

Rev brought his attention to Tech. 

“Something happen between you two?” 

“Not really. I’m still mad about something he said last week… even though I probably shouldn’t be by now.”

“What’d he say?”

“Eh, it’d take too long to explain. Long story short, he gave me some dumb advice I’d never use in my right mind.”

“Well that definitely sounds like something he’d do.”

Duck appeared at the doorway again and stomped inside. “Here’s the batteries,” he said, practically shoving them into Tech’s hands. “Now, give me some new ones.”

“I don’t have any.” 

“WHAT?!” 

“I used the last of the ones I had a while ago. You’ll just have to wait for these ones to recharge.” With that, Tech walked over and set them into the battery charger on his desk. 

“How long will that take?!” 

“A few hours, at least.” 

“You can’t be serious?! How am I supposed to go without the remote for that long?!” 

Rev stuck up his pointer finger triumphantly. “Actually! You know what? I just remembered; While I was grabbing a quick snack the other day I think I overheard Lexi talking about-” 

“Would you quit yackin? Some people have real problems to deal with.” Duck groaned, stomping back to the door. “I guess I’ll have to find some batteries myself! You literal and not-literal love birds enjoy your freaky nerd nests; I’ve got some battery hunting to do.” 

“We’re not-!” And Duck was gone before Rev could finish. 

Tech crossed his arms. “You know, he’s just trying to get under your skin.” 

“But-! He can’t just… keep saying stuff like that!” 

“Just ignore him. Don’t give him the satisfaction of thinking you’re actually listening.” 

“I… Yeah. You’re right…”

Tech looked around his lab, papers in towers all around. “I guess this would qualify as a ‘nerd nest’,” he said. “Duck made it sound like you had one too?” 

“Yeah. I’ve been doing some research on-” Rev’s words got caught in his throat. “Uh, stuff.” 

“‘Stuff’?”

“Y-Yeah. Just… nothing weird or… I don’t know.” 

“Mmm.” 

Tech took a few steps closer, and Rev held his breath. 

Then Tech snagged a post-it caught up Rev’s crest and brought it into his vision. 

“H-Hey!” 

“You said it was nothing weird, right?” 

“I-I did, but-” 

“Then why can’t I see what you’ve been up to?” 

“I… well… I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel entirely right… but as far as I can figure out it’s okay…” 

Tech raised the note into his view, reading it aloud. “In a 2165 speech, the governor of New New Jersey was quoted saying that coyotes were cunning and untrustworthy, contributing to the spread of these stereotypes.” His gaze returned to Rev, giving him an expression of mild concern. “This is what you’ve been doing for the past week?” 

“Well not entirely. I mean I did spend a bit of time on it as I wanted to be thorough but I did have to eat and sleep and…” Rev cowered. “Did I screw up?” 

Tech handed Rev back the note. “Doing some research is a good idea, but if your room is looking anything like it does in here, you might’ve gone overboard.” 

“Um…” Rev looked around, avoiding eye contact. “Anyway, what have you been up to? You said you were working on something but you’ve been pretty quiet about it all week.”

Tech sighed, deciding to ignore Rev’s sidestep for now. “Well…” His ears drooped. “I wanted it to be a surprise, but nothing's come of it so far. When you asked to come in I figured that… I couldn’t keep you out forever…”

Rev stepped over to one of the stacks of paper and took a stapled group off the top, scanning through. “Oh!” Rev perked up with a bright smile. “You’re experimenting with your potential electromagnetic abilities!” Slowly, his smile dropped. “But… you said nothing’s come of it?” 

“Yeah… I haven’t managed to generate a single watt, let alone a circuit frying EMP.” Tech turned away, sighing wearily. “It should have been so easy. Magnetism and electricity are intrinsically linked, and I used both so effortlessly just last week. Yet… stacks documentation and experiments later… and I think I’ve lost all hope of figuring it out…” 

“Aw, I’m sure you can do it eventually! Maybe you just need to come at it from a different angle.” 

“Different angle?” 

“Sure! How’ve you been trying to create electromagnetic energy so far?” 

“Well…” Tech motioned Rev to his main work table, which had a few stacks of paper and a simple energy monitor attached to some loose wires on it. “I know that, mechanically, all that I should have to do is rapidly oscillate my magnetic fields near some conductive material to generate electricity, so I hooked up some wires to an energy monitor and tried to do just that. If I managed to generate even a single watt, I’d be able to see it. So far though… no luck.” 

“Hmm…” Rev leaned down and tilted his head, looking at the simplistic set up. “This kinda seems like a cold and mechanical way of figuring things out.” He straightened up and turned back to Tech. “What about the emotional part? Didn’t you say you’d figure out what you were feeling when you produced the EMPs and try to replicate the circumstances?” 

“I’m… still not entirely sure what specific emotion correlated to producing the EMPs, or if that correlation even exists or matters at all.” Sighing, he wiped his face. “Nevertheless… I have tried inducing various emotions through different means, but the longer I continued, the more the utter failure of these experiments got to me and possibly influenced the results…” 

“Maybe you should try something else like- Oh!” Rev rushed out of sight, then came back with a simple LED lightbulb. “It’ll take very little energy to get this to light up, and when it does, you’ll have a quick and easy indicator that you’re on the right track!”

Taking the lightbulb offered to him, Tech turned it in his hands with an unsure expression. “Even if LEDs are more efficient than other bulbs, it’ll still take more energy to produce results than creating a current through the energy monitor.”

“That’s true, but a lightbulb is easier to carry around, and getting out of the lab might help things feel a little less stagnate.” Rev stepped around and started ushering Tech to the door. “And I don’t know about you, but I would have never learned about the full potential of my powers if nothing changed. Running faster, sure; I already run everywhere. But flying? That was entirely different territory. I looked into the sky and wondered if I could, and after many failed jumps, it wasn’t until I stopped thinking about the ground that I finally took off.” 

After a moment to hum in thought, Tech shrugged. “I did only discover my powers when I wasn’t thinking about them. Mostly because I had no idea I even had them. Maybe a short break will help me clear my mind a bit.” 

“That’s a great idea!” They stepped out of the lab and the door automatically locked behind them. “Once you’ve cleared your head a little I just know you’ll figure everything out! Maybe I can even throw you a party once you do! Complete with nice clothes and everything. But, since it’s been like a week since you’ve left the lab, before all that you could probably use a good meal and-” Rev sniffed the air and gagged, “uh, maybe a shower.” 

Nodding with a shrug, Tech continued forward a few steps before noticing that Rev had gone entirely still. He turned to him in curiosity and was met with a mortified expression. 

“Uh-”

“I’m really sorry if that was mean or uncalled for! I wasn’t even really thinking about what I said and then it came out and I don’t know why it even did because I’d never mean to-”

“Rev-”

“-hurt you even a little because I’m supposed to be your best friend but I should’ve known better and-”

“Rev!” Tech shot his hand out toward Rev’s beak, but stopped himself before actually grabbing it. Thankfully, the movement was enough to get Rev’s attention, cutting his rant short. 

“I’m… sorry…” Rev summarized quietly.

Tech crossed his arms. “Well, I’d like to know what for, because I’m entirely lost.”

“Wait you don’t even-” Rev paused. “Uh, maybe it’d be better if I didn’t elaborate…”

“After how much you just freaked out? No. I really think you should explain yourself.” 

“Oh…” Rev rubbed his arm, his eyes locked on the floor. “Well, there were quite a few records of people assuming that coyotes smelled and I don’t want to be one of those people…” 

Tech rolled his eyes, sighing with a neutral expression. “Okay… It’s great that you did some research, and also great that you’re making an effort to be more considerate,” 

Rev froze with dread of what was coming next.

“but,” 

And there it was. That sharp stab to the gut.

“I’d really like it if you didn’t make things awkward, alright? Like I already said; If you say something uncalled for, I’ll let you know. And when I let you know, then you can say sorry, and then we can move on. Got it?” 

“Got it…” 

“There’s no need to overreact if you say the wrong thing to me. I can handle it, I promise. So, unless I make a big deal of whatever you say, just treat the situation like you would any mistake you’d make. Alright?” 

“Alright…” 

Tech smiled warmly, stepping forward and giving Rev a few pats on the shoulder. 

“You’re on the right track, so just relax and have some confidence in yourself already. Everything is going to be fine. Okay?”

“Okay…” 

Finally, he pulled away. “I do need to take a shower though. Afterward, maybe a nice walk around HQ will help me figure out my powers. So, I’ll talk to you later, Rev.” 

He started walking away. 

“Later, Tech. I promise I’ll take your advice to heart.” 

With a thumbs up, Tech stepped around the corner and out of sight. 

Finally alone, Rev sighed, rubbing his arm. 

“Dang it… All that research… and it still wasn’t enough to stop me from screwing up…” A warbled breath left his beak, and Rev immediately straightened up and cleared his throat. 

“No. Tech wouldn’t want me to cry. I just… need to never make another mistake, and then I’ll never hurt his feelings again, and then I’ll never feel the need to cry. Everything will be fine. Just… think… Where did I go wrong…” 

He started pacing back and forth, though, at a characteristically fast speed. A few post-its jostled off and fluttered to the floor. 

Abruptly, his feet came to a halt. 

“Confidence! Tech said I needed to have some confidence in myself! I’m not quite sure how confidence will help me avoid hurting his feelings, but Tech knows what he’s talking about so getting some confidence will definitely work. Now… how to get some confidence…” 

Another brief bout of pacing later and he triumphantly raised a finger into the air. 

“Lexi’s got confidence in spades! I’ll just go ask her how to get some confidence and then I’ll be the most perfect best friend that Tech could ever hope to have!” 

And with that, Rev dashed across HQ to find her, more post-its fluttering to the ground in his wake. 

~

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Sherlock Holmes: verses

(Note: Will add more or remove some in the future. Also a possibility of Gemini appearing in these verses too.)

Verse: Changed Man (Post Season 2 AU)                        After faking his death, Sherlock Holmes went on a mission to bring down Moriarty’s empire with Mycroft’s assistance. When he finished the last strands of the consulting criminal’s empire by means of going undercover, he was then captured, realizing too late that he stepped into a trap. This caused for him to lose contact with his brother who was under the impression that his radio silence meant he’d been working under the radar.

Months of torture upon capture, thanks to alternate usage of drugs keeping him high at one point while keeping him pliant on another, it messed with Sherlock’s brain. Having to hang onto the fact that he needed to survive, Sherlock Holmes had to make the hard choices, causing him to stand to the brink of sanity. Eventually breaking him, giving his enemies the opportunity to build him back the way they wanted him be. The way he’s intended to become.

Now back in Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes had no memory of who he used to be. Now he is placed back in London under orders, working to fulfill his duty and his thirst for blood as what he’s been told.

Because wouldn’t it be fun if the consulting detective comes back from the dead, high-functioning and looking all well in appearance but willing to kill in order to survive?

Verse: Six Months (Post Season 3 AU)                        Without John Watson’s knowledge, shooting Charles Augustus Milverton meant death for Sherlock Holmes. The consulting detective was placed on MI6 and work with them as his punishment for shooting the man, something he will never regret if it meant to save John. This means that Sherlock Holmes will have to work with everyone in the MI6, going out to the field for missions and even providing assistance within the HQ at times. Mycroft’s verdict is that he’d last six months. But if he’d been working with the best of the best, would it be bold to assume that he could last more than that? After all, shooting someone in cold blood for the safety of others would also mean something, wasn’t it?

Verse: Frailty of Genius (MI6 AU)                        Sherlock Holmes was recruited to work in MI6 and decided to accept the offer when he realized that he’d encounter more idiots in New Scotland Yard than people like Greg Lestrade who’d take his advice into account.

With a mission he had however, Sherlock was hit in the head hard after discovering something crucial for MI6. When he gained consciousness, he had no memory of his life as a consulting detective nor with the people whom he held dear in his life.

Though he’s back in the MI6, he barely remembers the people. Interestingly enough, he apparently made a connection to some of them prior to his accident.

For a while, he was to stay within the HQ and work behind the desk or in the lab as he once again goes through the process of knowing every single people he worked with. Though sometimes, he’s being sent to the field still but only to assist, since his brain is still surprisingly sharp after passing the examination given to him before reporting back to work. Whenever he tried to remember, Sherlock tend to suffer headaches especially when put under pressure. Was it necessary for him to remember the past? Or was it something that he shouldn’t bother anymore? Things are going well after all. Yet somehow, there are moments where he feels like there’s a hole within his brain that he craves to fill. And somehow, his heart feels the same too.

What had he forgotten about?

Verse: Left Behind (Vampire AU)                        Sherlock Holmes walked the Earth for more than he could remember. He was once human; he knew that fact. But the person who turned him into a creature of the night, his maker, was someone he couldn’t recall. At least not anymore.

Now working as a consulting detective, he decided to live his days in Baker Street while keeping a good amount of supply in the blood bank for him to live and survive. He wouldn’t want others to suffer his own fate and though he never denied that he wasn’t human. He never raised the discussion to anyone either.

Though sometimes, he had to live with the boredom. After all, he’d seen it all. The rise and collapse of humanity due to their own doing.

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Chapter 3: Good Company

Narrated by Loen.

Narrator: I launched a red flare into the air that briefly lit up the night sky.

Narrator: A few seconds later, the other Savior members who had been following me quickly showed up.

Loen: Don't let them take the devices!

Narrator: I was the first to dash toward the black-robed man nearest to the devices and stopped him from destroying them.

Narrator: The night had fallen. Spots of light floated on the clear surface of Lake Bovaly amid the clanging of weapons. Eventually, the black-robed people left the devices and fled in terror.

Loen: Let them go. We got what we came here for.

Narrator: The black devices they left behind were made of unknown materials. Its perfectly smooth surface had a cold metallic luster. The scientists amongst us quickly examined them and gave a preliminary verdict.

Organization Member: These are the same as the ones we seized earlier, and the data they contain is of the same type as what you downloaded from the cruise ship. They're most likely built by Mercury Group.

Loen: Take a complete inventory of the devices. Don't miss a single one.

Narrator: I reported the situation back to HQ and quickly got a response.

HQ: You stay and continue the investigation. The rest deliver the devices to the base and then get back there to provide support.

Narrator: I turned off the comms, ready to bid farewell to the Flower Fairies. When I reached the flower clusters by the lake, I heard faint sobbing.

Narrator: A Flower Fairy was sitting on a bud crying. Next to her was a tiny house made of pebbles, twigs, and vines. It had been wrecked by a black-robed man.

Flower Fairy: Waah...

Flower Fairy: My tiny house. I spent so long building it...

Loen: Too much crying will make a girl look less attractive.

Narrator: I crouched down beside her and swept away the soil and twigs weighing on the tiny house.

Loen: I'll help you rebuild it.

Narrator: I set to work using pebbles and twigs to fix the tiny house. Seeing this, the fairy stopped crying and flew off to bring me vines and leaves.

Narrator: Bit by bit, the collapsed tiny house was restored. I clapped my hands and stood up, then took a few large banana leaves and put them over the house.

Loen: Done and done. Get in.

Flower Fairy: Thank you, Loen.

Narrator: The moment the fairy entered the house, a blue lightning bolt sliced the sky before smashing into the ground. A downpour of pea-sized raindrops ensued.

Narrator: Billowing clouds came rolling over amid deafening thunderclaps. The fairy stuck her head out of the window, a concerned look on her face.

Flower Fairy: Loen, my Shroomie friends lived near the pond of For-Rest Stop. They might not be safe in such heavy rain. Can you check on them for me?

Narrator: Her tiny voice carried a tone of timid pleading, as if dreading my rejection.

Loen: Sure. I'm headed there anyway to take shelter from the rain.

Flower Fairy: That's great!

Narrator: The Flower Fairy tilted her head as if remembering something else.

Flower Fairy: I heard that a lot of humans have come to the For-Rest Stop recently, and a talking cat, too. I wonder what they are there for.

Loen: A talking cat?

Narrator: A few familiar figures came to mind. I knew who she was referring to.

Loen: Don't worry. These must be my friends. They're good people.

Narrator: Tall trees swayed in the raging wind, teetering on the brink of collapse. A string of thunderclaps sounded in the forest, as if they were God's angry roars, threatening to slice this ancient forest in half.

Flower Fairy: Bye, Loen. Be careful.

Loen: Don't worry. My friends are waiting there for me.

Narrator: Raindrops pounded the ground, sending up a mist that obscured the shadow deep in the forest. Lightning strikes tore through the night sky, illuminating the bumpy muddy road ahead.

Narrator: Luckily, I was not the only one walking this treacherous road.

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The End of Evangelion:

The movie begins with Asuka unresponsive in the hospital, and Shinji accidentally sees her naked. The scene that followed I believe was extremely unnecessary and shocking, but it truly set the scene for the fever dream that was the rest of the movie. More details are provided about the Human Instrumentality Project. It envisions mankind is a doomed collective, and aims to artificially evolve humanity into a perfect single life form. Cyber attacks occur at the Magi, data breaches occur as the Seele attempt to gain control of HQ. Nerv’s legal protection of the law is terminated and control is assumed by the Japanese government. They plan to set off the third impact using the Eva series rather than angels. The second impact was set off by humans 15 years prior, they tried to revert Adam back to its egg state. 

The anime explains that humans come from a life source called “Lilith”, which is similar to Adam. This makes humans the 18th angel, the other angels are humanities that could have been. Throughout the show the machines are referred to as “mother” by their users. Similarly, when Asuka is on the brink of death, her “mother” allows her to gain control of the Eva after being unable to synchronize. 

I find Shinji to be one of the most unlikeable characters I have ever seen on anime. Throughout the whole anime everyone needs to constantly reassure him, and they actually do. However, he still demonstrates very little character growth. He goes around crying and being a lump. All of the Eva pilots lost their loved ones and experienced trauma, but demonstrated strength. At first I thought that Misato had motherly feelings towards Shinji. But then she kisses him, and promises to do the rest later??? Asuka continues to fight while Shinji just sits there doing nothing. Mr. Ikari and Ayanami continue to have a weird relationship. Asuka takes a fatal blow, as Unit 01 activates on its own and Shinji pilots it. 

Throughout the movie, Mr. Ikari, seems to have his own plan in the background. It is finally revealed that he is one with Adam. Through the forbidden fusion of Adam and Lilith, he has the chance to be reunited with Youi. Rei Ayanami’s flesh begins to fall from her body, and he says that the AT field can no longer maintain her form. He instructs her to bring down her AT field around her heart, to make imperfect hearts whole again. Weird ceremonies are going on around everywhere. The origin of life, the egg of Lilith manifests on earth. Rei Ayanami is swallowed by the weird blob thing that rises from the place where it was kept underground. At that point, I began to understand Shinji, because if I saw all of that I would be traumatized too. A tree of life manifests itself on earth. After that, everything goes downhill. Shinji begins having visions of all the people he has loved, people’s AT fields start disappearing and they turn into orange mush. 

The message of the anime seems to be about reality itself, and the ability to have ownership of one’s reality. Although people can dream, reality is where those dreams end. As long as you retain your will to live, you can make paradise of your own reality. The purpose of the Eva’s was to prove that humanity existed in the vastness of the universe, to find the bigger purpose for menial existence.