#is this my go to starter for marley

[lunariangel]

an introduction to: my 90s fame dr!

please read this god please there's art in here also ive put 5+ months of work into this dr at this point so i swear that there's interesting shit in here yall I SWEAR I AM NICHE.

reblogs greatly appreciated! this took me forever teehee

ohhh my god this is a long time in the making, ive put this off for so, so long and i really couldn't tell you why. this can act as a script me into ur dr post if you like as well!

for starters, you can find my pinterest board for this dr here :3 just in case u want some cool visuals i guess :3

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so lets get the basics outta the way shall we?

full name: marley jo veitch

nicknames: mar, marley barley, mars bars, tink (reserved for s/o), living poet (public figure nickname type deal? yknow how stevie nicks gets called the white witch? yeah that)

pronouns: they/she

DOB: june 1st, 1970 (which makes me a gemini btw!)

occupation: musician (piano, violin, guitar n bass, some drums, and saxophone), poet, author (fiction and nonfiction), actor on occasion, also a comedian that one time

skills: all things music + writing basically, film analysis, pop culture analysis i guess, home decor, drawing, fashion?, and being the most autistic person in the multiverse

appearance stats: 5'3", 145ish lbs, long brownish-reddish hair with some light brown highlights in there, sorta wavy but barely

body mods: COVERED in tats (theres a tattoo section on the pinterest board but i also drew some so), septum piercing, snake bites, and a fair few ear piercings. and also i have glasses but thats not a body mod thats just a thing on my body.

"workin and workin't? you have a job?" more on that later!

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relationships and such! with photos!

s/o: robert sean leonard

"hey, do i recognise this guy?" you might! he played notable roles such as neil perry in dead poet's society, claudio in much ado about nothing, and james wilson in house md!

best friends: dylan kussman, allelon ruggiero, alexandra powers, and kimya dawson

"do i recognise more of these people?" again, probably! dylan, al, and alex were all in dead poets society, and kimya is a musician best known for her indie songs, some featured in the movie juno!

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my career! (oh good lord)

writing based - undedicated musings

(1986-1993)

alright so this is a bit hard to explain, bear with me. undedicated musings is an anonymous newsletter-based poetry... publication? run by me, under the pen name 'chartreuse', and the whole shtick is that i write poetry, love letters, and whatever else to the person i'll end up spending my life with, but the recipient of said writings is completely unknown, even to me, so im kinda just writing to nobody. until! i actually set my eyes on someone (obviously rsl) and then the writings start to get a bit more specific and yearn-y and personal. since the recipient is anonymous, all the writings are written for a 'vermillion'. both chartreuse and vermillion's identities are revealed when we get married in 1993. and no, rsl doesn't know that i'm chartreuse, nobody does until i reveal myself. i think its kinda cool :3

film based - dead poet's society

(1988-1989)

so for starters, i was part of the crew that worked on the set of dead poets society, now all my friends (except kimya, her and i become friends in the late 90s) make sense! my actual job on set is kind of a vague be-here-and-do-a-bit-of-everything type deal, so there's no set title beyond "assistant to lead" even tho it's essentially government assigned 'friendship' LMAO. but! me and the cast get on like a house on fire, so i kinda just get to tag along on their wacky teenage-ish boy adventures. this totally does not stem from a desire to be part of a teenage boy friend group, and i am, in fact, totally cisgender. i am also lying. anyway, without going into too much detail, me and my s/o-not-yet-s/o (will be referring to him as rsl from this point on) sorta have a painstakingly long will they wont they type deal, because i guess i like torturing myself. we meet a day before all the actual film stuff starts just as a sort of preliminary get to know eachother because you'll be in close proximity VERY often for months. thats some time in march - june-ish? of 1988 (i shift to my dr the day before!) and we don't actually get together until june of 1989. so.

also! some changes to the movie because i can make those: knox overstreet is now played by matthew lillard instead of josh charles, because josh charles is a fucking zionist and i dont want to associate with him in any reality! knox also isnt a b plot to the movie at all, instead focusing on meeks and pitts because i find them much more interesting! and also knox's b plot is creepy as hell! also, the racism against natives (read this!) is completely gone! no thanks!

music based - MAURZI

(1988-2004 technically)

strap in boys because this is the main event of this dr and the lore is VAST. MAURZI (must be spelled in all caps, like MF DOOM) is a sort of musical person/character i've made to tell the story of via a series of albums. i release my first single in october of 1988 titled "lunarian", which is a fun little song about a being from the moon arriving on earth and having some inter-planetary culture shock. and thats the only song i've actually planned! i release 6 total albums that map out the MAURZI storyline kinda

- MAURZI (1989)

- GONE TO SHIT! (1991)

- Charmed (1992)

- I found Him in Santa Barbara (1995)

- Waterworks (1998)

- also bibliography (2004) but those are released as songs By Me and not MAURZI, just released under the same artist. MAURZI storyline ends with Waterworks.

now here's where you get the very extensive MAURZI lore. MAURZI is a sort of alternate-universe representation of me, where in i'm much more famous than i actually am in my dr, and i am absolutely RUINED by my fame in a fuck ton of ways. each album is a different section of her life so i'll explain it album by album. also for reference, in my dr capitalism/ currency isnt a thing, but in the MAURZI... verse? it is. because i like anti capitalist art! same goes for most other media im in/ participate in, actually. MAURZI uses she/her pronouns btw, i dont.

MAURZI - my self-titled album is about as close and personal to my life as i'll get, which an average amount because i still throw in some songs about shit that i have not at all done/ experienced. (ex. songs about cheating, toxic relationships, and things along those lines. thankfully ive had a mostly healthy relationship with relationships! except that one time!) MAURZI is new to the music scene but she's here to make some lovely tunes to help process some stuff! artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): sarah kinsley, dodie, jeff buckley, tv girl, mitski, and peach pit.

GONE TO SHIT! - MAURZI's first album blew the fuck up! now she's thrown into the midst of dealing with an incomprehensible amount of attention on her at all times, which she was absolutely not prepared for. what does she do to cope? sex drugs and rock n roll, baby! she also gets addicted to 2 outta those 3 things! can you guess which ones?? now, obviously, this album is entirely fictional and is only tangentially inspired by some life events, heavy emphasis on the tangentially. artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): the nonstick pans, panic! at the disco, forest, david bowie, chappel roan, and king gizzard & the lizard wizard.

Charmed - the love song album! this is basically comprised of songs i sorta wrote about rsl, but changed up a fuck ton because i wrote them while i was pining and did Not want him to knkw who they were about. in terms of MAURZI stuff, she meets someone just after deciding that she's gotta clean up her act if she wants to exist healthily. recovering alongside a loved one and them being a motivator for recovery! now i should specify here that MAURZI's s/o is not the same as mine, and is entirely gender neutral/ doesn't even have a canon(?) human appearance at all. they're named Vermillion because we love a callback! artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): the smiths, siouxsie and the banshees, james blake, queen, laufey, and her's.

I found Him in Santa Barbara - yknow how when a banana ripens too much and it starts to tuen brown? yeah imagine that logic but applied to recovery, i guess. NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO REITERATE THAT MAURZI AND I ARE TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE AND MAURZI IS JUST A CHARACTER. essentially MAURZI had a spiritual awakening and "found god." but what that ACTUALLY means is that she started viewing vermillion as a sort of god? but she's keeping it on the down low (making an album about it) because she doesn't want vermillion to thing she's CRINGE. themes of loving a god, being IN love with a god, being in lust with a god, temporarily thinking youre a god? stuff along those lines. its a bit intense, VERY experimental and.. heavy? both in themes and in musical style for some portions. this is my fav album out of all of them if you couldnt tell. artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): sleep token, WILLOW, type o negative, slipknot, lemon demon (specifically songs off spirit phone), hozier, violent vira, pierce the veil, gorillaz kinda, bjork, kate bush, deftones, destroy boys, and rammstein probably.

Waterworks - so yknow how MAURZI was having a whole trouble with god moment? yeah well thats gone now, no i haven't figured out how that'll work narratively, thats for me to figure out in like 10 years from now (now being 1988, naturally.) we've returned to our self-titled roots in terms of musical style! now we've just got some fun themes of trauma and such! and then that's the and of MAURZI as a character story wise, as i said earlier the album after this one is just a Me album. same artist inspo as self titled!

and guess what! music lore isnt even fuckin done! my music in this dr is a multiverse in itself goddamn. so basically the album covers for each album tell a completely seperate story about a completely seperate alter ego/ character/ whatever named Moonzi. name given by my audience (which is my excuse for coming up with such a shitty name and then keeping it.) the story of moonzi, without going into too much detail because i dont wanna type it all out, is a sci-fi type story about a being from the moon (lunarian callback!) on a quest to bring this space artifact back to its original place, basically. a bit more on it later, emphasis on a bit. also! each album cover is drawn by a different artist, and each album artist animates one official music video off their respective album, just cuz i like art and stuff! those music videos kinda follow the moonzi storyline loosely, but incorporate MAURZI elements. is this confusing? hope not. drawings!

writing based - novels

can you believe im still not done? like not even close? certified yapper. anyway! my 3 fiction novels (Manchester, NH - 1991, Curator Rye, 1997, Sand Dollars + Pearls - 2008) are about my ocs basically! thats it really, i dont feel the need to share the plots of those tbh.

writing based - autobiographies

two? yep! one is a fictional autobiography about MAURZI (MAURZI - 1999) and one is a non fictional autobiography about me (Radio Free Marley - 2012.) take a shot every time i say MAURZI and you will need to get your stomach pumped. she just. she means a lot to me :3

film based - doctor who

(1994-1999)*

*these dates are when im on the show btw, not its total runtime, same applies to other cr existing shows.

big disclaimer: never seen doctor who. dont know the plot, dont know which doctor i'm gonna be, i just wanna be in it.

so! my version of the doctor is kinda weird. its one doctor, but played by two people, but theyre one person. we're both the doctor. and by we i mean both me and rsl, obviously. the viewer sees the doctor as two different people, but NOBODY ELSE IN THE DAMN SHOW besides our little companion buddy guy (played by my cr friend fish!) SEES, ACKNOWLEDGES, OR IS ABLE TO VIEW THE DOCTOR AS TWO PEOPLE. its really complicated and i really did not have to make it that way, but its cool to me so i really dont care. also we're breakjng the doctor who cycle of boring suit and tie (this is NOT about you 15 <3) and going steampunk-esque. again, cuz i wanna.

film based - house md

(2005 - 2010)

marley veitch be in a show without rsl challenge (failed.) i play a character i made up named Nanette Amesbury who is essentially wilson's first ex wife. does he have a canon first ex wife? think so (i actually havent finished house oops.) do i care? you can take a guess. nanette (nicknamed ninny - which im well aware means dumb) is the director of the pediatrics department at princeton plainsboro and she kinda has a fwb type deal with wilson before figuring out shes a lesbian, having a crush on cuddy, being besties with kutner, then leaving the show in season 6. (zeth if ur reading this yes i made her show up for more than 2 seconds she just. means so much to me. also i want cudbury content.) im also a writer for the show so im there for its entire run time :3 i really like this show :3

film based - moonzi

(2016)

YEAHHHHH BABY SHES BACK!!! moonzi's storyline gets adapted into an adult swim animated tv show! i do screenwriting, stiryboarding, and voice acting! style wise, think teen titans mixed with bojack horseman mixed with archer. sick space visuals also!

comedy based - dying art

(2020)

idk i wanted to do a standup special! dunno what it's about. ill leave that up to future me to decide because this isn't happening for 32 damn years and i really just dont wanna come up with a standup special rn.

film based - radio free marley

(whenever)

i wanted a biopic, but i wanted it to be both about me and MAURZI, and how points in my life influenced or inspire songwriting. so the episode structure is like

ep 1: about me, point in my life

ep 2: about MAURZI, point in her life thats sorta related but not entirely to the events in ep 1

ep 3: about me, point in my life

ep 4: about MAURZI, point in her life thats sorta related but not entirely to the events in ep 3

ep 5: you get the idea

and then this goes on for 12 episodes and ends with the MAURZI story wrapping up and with me sorta retiring kinda. dont know when it'll be made, probably at some point in my 60s or whatever. im permashifting if you couldnt tell btw.

and thats it! after all this im just kinda existing and living life and whatever else. so with that outta the way i'll list some fun facts and i'll FINALLY BE DONE JESUS CHRIST IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR LIKE 3 HOURS.

- i live in new york city! manhattan to be specific

- i also have a lake house in new hampshire because i Need to be in a rural area at some points

- my house's interior design is very 70s themed and its WHIMSICAL AND FUN! maximalism, whimsigoth, nooks and crannys to be in, fun and varied seating options, conversation pit, loft bedroom, whole 9 yards. ive also got a gazebo on my roof!

- i have 2 siblings in my dr (not here im an only child in my cr womp womp) named lia and monty, theyre my best friends in my cr!

- ive also got a cat! she's a ragdoll kitty named yvonne, shes a sweetheart!

- i scripted out light pollution so the sky is all pretty at night, highly recommend you do the same

- im in STOMP at one point, dont know or care when, i just wanna be in it

- robin williams........... he is a father figure to me................ sniff sob

- yes i scripted out his death i simply cannot deal with that

- PUBLIC TRANSPORT AND WALKABLE SOCIETY!!!!! NO MORE CAR BASED US SOCIEY WOOOO!!!

- i cant fucking believe i havent mentioned this yet but im scottish?? im not scottish in my cr i was just thinking about david tennant when i was forming the dr idea back in january and it stuck. MAURZI is american tho

- hilson is canon in my dr LMAOAOOA

- thats all i got

sweet lord in heaven above if you've read this whole thing im giving u a big kiss. this is so long and i really dont wanna proofread it so im not gonna, excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

[dcrkcloud]

starter: atlas ( @loversfms ) location: heights community centre

Marley honestly didn't imagine she'd ever have a friend to talk work with like this. Not only because stumbling upon someone who shared her job title by chance like she had with Atlas seemed like one in a million, but because the alternative was to network and that'd be a one in a billion chance instead. She's lucky to have Atlas' perspective when it comes to her upcoming events, so she makes sure to treat him to a drink whenever they meet up as a small thanks for all his guidance. After taking a sip from her own, she tilts her head curiously, a small, playful smile rounding her cheeks. "Any interesting resolutions from any of the kids here this new year? One kid at my story-time session last week told me he's going to space this year — which, honestly, still probably more likely than the girl last year who told me she was going to listen to her mother more."

[marleyxmadden]

closed starter for @enriquemarrero location: Wingman's Pub

"Sorry I'm late." Marley said as she walked over to where Ricky sat at the bar and she joined him before ordering her usual glass of wine. "I was walking over when I saw my dad walking down the street and I had to go into the record store to hide from him and then that girl that works there got all snappy and I had to buy something." She said and sighed as she shook her head. "But I'm here and all yours for the evening."

[jxwz]

@plostrum ♥'d the starter call but, like, to my face.

The objective is complete—the territory has been cleared. Only a few for prisoner. Most others still remain on the battlefield, in pieces. Marley will indeed be pleased. More land for themselves and less mouths to feed; just the way they like it. The warriors will surely be praised for their onslaught, Zeke's already assured them of that.

Perhaps they'll even celebrate. Later, once the dust has settled into their uniforms and they've all gathered back on the trains to Liberio. He knows Colt certainly would be. Colt often does. And Porco imagines his evening will be spent keeping him upright.

For now, though, since he's been relieved of his duties and permitted to separate himself from the Jaw, he makes his way back to their current place of assembly. Passing through a couple rows of large tents until he reaches the one in which all the warriors were expected to meet. To the warchief's request, although he'd been subtle.

Pieck seems to be the first to arrive—the Panzer Unit had been called back once most of the gunfire had ceased ( so it's no wonder that she'd gotten the best seat going... ) Sprawled across the stockpiled sacks of sand they use to keep their temporary pitches held into place. Lucky.

"You stole my idea," Porco grouses, while pulling across a rickety old chair with dubious support to sit beside her instead. ( Her legs give her trouble sometimes, so the chair is just fine. ) Even if there is some slight envy when he says, "I hope you're comfortable."

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[withinthem]

∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ starter for: marley bishop. (@mcrcki)

"You," she pointed towards the blonde stranger, taking a seat beside her on the bench in the middle of the park. "You look sad and I hate running into that vibe," after all, Faith preferred happier atmospheres and given that this particular stranger had a sadness about them, she couldn't help but to be drawn towards her. "I don't know you. You don't know me, but I can help you. Let's go get drinks. My treat," she said, extending a hand for the other to grab so Faith could lead the both of them towards the nearest bar.

[selfsabotaqe]

i had the crazy idea of going to the gym this morning & cue my legs feeling like jelly. i'll be around most of the day doing a little bit of work and maybe queueing some more replies. if you'd like to chat or headcanon, always feel free to come find me in ims or on discord. also under the cut is a list of everything currently in my queue as a little fyi <3

all these posts are currently queued & posted by the two each day (for now). if you'd like me to move it up so it posts sooner, do let me know. more than happy to do that <3

piledrivens pinar deniz starter wickedluvs sobhita dhulipala starter inkiidreams malik x lorena gcldcnhour emine x sage slumpcd jinny x gwen slumpcd kendall x nolan lilacwiine lale x malee vacationeyes devrim x gus lilacwiine amara x maya seolinah wren x hanna lilacwiine drew x felice gcldcnhour lachlan x ophelia gvngsigns dakota x corey silvrmoon nadiye x milo invcntions alec x lucas persephonyed marley x camille quaalude julian x inigo richlust rafael x jamie

[rcjoice]

@afterdeaths liked this for a starter!!//matthew

he really should be watching where he's going. he really should be looking at something that isn't his phone right now. but he's watching some video about some new video game that was coming out, taking mental notes on their designs before he's slamming into the other guy. shit.

"sorry, sorry," he starts as all their things go flying. "walking around campus is not the time to watch videos, i just have to get to my next class, but i got distracted, and that's my bad." he's babbling before he's even looked up.

"oh, hey. we have class together, right? mason? marley? something with an ma, right?"

[marley-callahan]

There was something about dancing that just made Marley feel alive. She wasn’t particularly good at it--not trained in anything more than throwing her arms above her head, closing her eyes, moving her hips relatively to whatever beat was blasting overhead, but she loved it, all the same. The thump of the bass in her chest, getting lost in a sea of bodies...even if she was dancing alone, she never really was. Though this particular night, she craved a little more than just the default company her fellow dance floor occupants offered. As her eyes scanned the bar for potential prospects, a smirk formed on her lips upon finding the perfect one, body snaking through the crowd until she was stood right before them, hand already outstretched. “You should dance with me.” She declared, loud enough to be heard over the music. 

@elisabethstarters​

[jujujitsu]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT: car sex with car guy!Porco

Like, he teaches you how to change a fuse or smthn in your car, and he gives you a reward when you can do it without help😮‍💨

Car guy Porco makes me weak in the knees omg

SO, I was going to make a fic of this eventually, but I haven't had the inspiration. I agree with all the above. What I thought about briefly was reader being handy as fuck, so it'd start like this: You just moved into a new neighborhood. It's summer. People are out for summer break and you've settled in. Well, one day, your car doesn't start. It's morning and you call into work and tell them what's up and that you might be late. You'll let them know. You're actually mechanically inclined, and fixing shit on your own is no big deal. After all, you've built computers and you tinker in your shop around back. You work on your own car. But you certainly don't look the part. You're girly af. Cute little sun dresses and heels. Your car wants to start, but it just doesn't. In your mind, it's one of three things: The battery, the alternator, or the starter. You've got a used car, and it's over a decade old. When you were in high school, this was the car that you wanted. You bought it to completely satisfy your younger self, and you loved this car. So you pop the hood and walk around to it. You noticed a few things. The battery wasn't impressive. Probably something the dealer threw in to keep it running when you bought it two years ago. The battery posts had so much corrosion. Even the connectors. They needed to be cleaned. Honestly, that was probably the problem, but the damn battery irks you. You wipe sweat from your brow and you realize someone is running down the sidewalk towards you. Hot damn, it's a gorgeous-ass man. Runners shorts with the local university logo, expensive shoes, his hair is swept back. How the hell it's staying on his head is beyond you. He isn't lean like a runner though. It's obvious he does more. His entire upper body is broad and those legs. Holy shit, you wonder how much he can lift. You glance back down at your engine so he doesn't catch you staring. He slows down beside you and takes out his ear buds. "Oh, having trouble? Need some help?" You give him a half smile. "Yeah, was about to go grab my tools and get to work. It won't start and there's a clicking sound. It wants to start, but just isn't completing the process. I imagine it's the battery, but it could be the alternator or starter." He's looking at you in awe. "You know about cars?" "I know about a lot of things," you chuckle. "You wanted to help, right? Do you know about cars?" The smile that spreads across his face is just...it's like a kid in a candy store. He's HYPED as fuck. "Fuck yeah I do. Say, after we fix this up...if you've got nothing to do tonight, let's go for a drink." "Maybe," you reply. "If we work together well, then I don't see why we couldn't. I'm gonna go change out of this dress and get into some appropriate clothes for this kind of thing." "Same, let me grab some throw away clothes. This is going to be a good day. I'm Porco Galliard by the way. Engineering Student at Marley University. I play volleyball and I'm on the swim team too. I work part time with my brother Marcel at our dad's mechanic shop." "Y/N, graduate of Marley Tech. I'm a Geological and Petroleum Technician for the state. Dad was a construction worker and carpenter, so I grew up around tools and shit my whole life. Tinkering and restoration are hobbies of mine." "Cute, smart, and handy...my kind of girl." That's how it starts. Your car didn't, but your fucking love life was just kicked into overdrive.

[mackeydoodledoo]

War and Smoke: Chapter 3

Pairing: Pieck Finger x (Fem! OC): Akaime Shizumi

Summary: Being at war with the entire world is tiring enough. But, you may have just found the love of your life in the middle of it all.

Chapter Warnings: War, Blood, Swearing, Death

A/n: Friendship bond between Mikuka and Pieck whilst Akaime is off with Levi. This chapter will be in Mikuka’s perspective, unless stated otherwise. Happy Reading! :)

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, CROSS OUT = Titan Speech

Chapter Theme: Valkyrie - Wagakki Band [Mikuka’s Battle]

Tags: @dankeydoodledoo​

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Pieck looks up from her cell to see you.

“Oh... You must that ‘bird brain’ that continuously interrupts Akaime and I’s conversation,” Piece greets you

“Of course... She calls me that,” You sit into a chair, sighing, “And no I didn’t intentionally want to interrupt your lovely time together, call it... Bad Timing.”

“Right... What are you doing here anyway?” She asks

“We’re trying to keep Zeke and Eren away from each other,” You explain, “Apparently trying to prevent ‘The Rumbling’ or rather...”

“Thanks but no thanks,” Piece scoffs at you, “Wouldn’t want someone I don’t know to be watching me like a hawk 24/7. Let alone molting her feathers.”

“The wings come out when I call for them,” You say, “So, technically I’m not molting right now.”

Pieck just sits in the cell bed, knees hunched close against her.

“Look... If Akaime didn’t trust anyone else to watch over the prisoner she brought home, she never would have just asked anyone, would have just brought you along for the ride,” You explain, “Or even just turned down on going all together.”

“I don’t understand why she goes through all of the trouble for me,” Pieck sighs, “It’s just going to get her killed when those Jeagerists decide to override you and Hange’s decision to keep me alive.”

“You... Really don’t understand how Akaime really functions when it comes to things that give her an interest,” You say, leaning forward in your seat

“What do you mean?” She asks

“A lot of Akaime’s life, to make a long story short... Has been very unkind to her,” You begin, “She’s sheltered a lot of herself from basically everyone here... Even me. But... I've been a lot busier-”

“So you’ve felt like you’ve left her behind,” Pieck finishes your thought

“Exactly...” You say

“She told me all about it,” She says

“I see,” You sigh, “I didn’t want to become 2nd Commander... You know... But I guess... Hange saw something in me that just made the decision right for them...”

*Akaime’s POV* Somewhere in the outskirts of the walls, you had just finished setting up the tents for yourself and Levi as he pours himself tea.

“Run me by the plan again Captain?” You sigh as you sit in a chair exact opposite of him

“We wait it out here,” He only says

“Wow that helps Captain.” You sigh

“I’m glad you’re here, Akaime,” Levi says out of the blue

“Thanks Captain,” You say, a little bit weirded out

You were very respectful towards Levi Ackerman, knowing how strong he is and how he is the Survey corps strongest soldiers. But, you were confused on why he said something to you, that way.

Not normal of him to tell me this but alright...

“I mean it Akaime,” Levi says

You could easily tell that something was a little different with him. You weren’t sure if he caught onto your odd look but you knew what you were thinking. You could see the way his eyes just narrowed further the more he stared at you

Is he trying to flirt with me?

“Captain with all do respect, you are not my type,” You say, “I prefer women for starters. Plus, if you’re going to flirt, Captain, don’t make that scary eye contact you always make. It’s going to scare them away.”

“Well damn sorry... Worth a shot,” He shrugs, sipping his tea

“Captain, why don’t you try to drink something else other than tea for once?” One of the drunken soldiers tries to convince him

“No chance,” He sighs, continuing to sip his tea, “So... That one titan shifter from Marley... Akaime... You’ve been spending quite the time with her these last few months. why’s that?”

Oh my lord...

You really didn’t want to go into detail with Levi, but you also knew his suspicions.

“Let’s say I found a form of interest in her that I can't explain,” You slightly lie

But you still didn't know how or why you just simply took Pieck back to Eldia but you just did. Even if you knew, your brain wouldn’t allow you to muster the sentences correctly for Levi to understand your reasoning.

“You... ’Can’t explain it’ huh?” He asks

“Even if I do have a proper reason, I can;’t even muster up sentence for it to be understood,” You say, “You’d just be even further confused Levi.”

“Don’t I get anything?” Zeke asks 

“The hell do you want?” You ask, “Not a real selection of stuff we brought you know.”

Levi gets up and simply tosses him bread.

“There,” He scoffs

“That’s it?” He asks

“Get what ya get 4-eyed blondie,” You scoff

“Feisty aren’t ya?” Zeke attempts to flirt with you

You caught on the flirt fairly quickly and scoff at him.

“We’re you not listening to the conversation Levi and I were having?” You sigh

“Oh! You’ve taken an interest in Pieck,” He repeats your words, “She truly is a bright young woman. A shame her time is coming to an end soon...”

“That’s why I’ve been visiting, not only to keep her safe form any of those Jeagerist yahoos, I genuinely find something interesting about her I can’t quite pinpoint...” You attempt to explain

“Ahhhh, I see. You love her,” Zeke claims, “I’ve heard about the one who breathes smoke and the one who bears the burden of being the ‘Wings of Freedom’.”

“Stop...” You say

“You never found the capability to find someone that would love you, being the way that you are-” Zeke continues

“I said STOP!” You continue to try and plea with him

“But Pieck... Oh how Pieck was the one that saw you for what you were, is beginning to accept it... And yet, Tragedy is going to strike eventually,” Zeke continues

“WILL YOU SHUT YOUR ASS ZEKE?!?!?!” You scream, echoing through the forest, black smoke beginning to emit from your mouth

“Geez Akaime, remind me to not get on your bad side...” Levi looks into another direction, sipping his tea

“The hell was that for Zeke?” You look at him, smoke beginning to exit your mouth

“Just to get the both of you riled up....” He says

What?...

The next thing you and Levi knew, the both of you hear him scream. Levi grabs you by the collar of your cloak and uses his ODM gear to get the both of you out. You manage get yourself and Levi onto a high branch of a tree and watch as hints of yellow flashes before your eyes. Everyone you knew in the corps... 

“They’re all... Titans...” You say, trembling, “How?...”

“What they were drinking...” Levi starts, “Zeke must know something we don’t..”

From the corner of your eye, you see Levi beginning to fall.

“Hesitate, even for a second, we won’t make it out alive,” Levi tells you

You were about to go into battle with him however, when you put your arms down to equip your bled however, don't feel them there.

Shit!... 

You realize that you didn’t equip your blade into your harness when you were chatting with Levi about Pieck. Judging the number of pure titans, your equipment was most likely destroyed. The only thing you could do was to watch Levi take the lead in killing the pure titans.

“You really think this would slow me down Zeke?” Levi asks as he watches him run away

You take the opportunity to attempt to re-capture Zeke. You slip on your mask and begin emitting smoke and with enough to entirely surround you, you take one step off of the branch, basically gliding down towards the ground. Luckily that for every attempt a pure titan grabbed you, grabbed nothing but a handful of disappearing smoke.

“Get back you Zeke! You bastard!” You scream

You try to get yourself to glide even faster, seeing Zeke come closer into view. Oh how you wish you had ODM gear in the moment.

Would’ve really helped... Maybe I’ll issue myself a new one when I get back...

You outstretch your arm, allowing for more smoke to travel father than you’re gliding. It just skids Zeke’s achilles and he yelps out in pain, falling over. Thew smoke began engulfing his lower half. Like your battle with Pieck months earlier, blisters bubbled and popped all over his legs as you slow down, beginning to tower over him. You begin retracting the acidic smoke as Levi comes up next to you: bloodied.

“Good work Akaime,” Levi compliments you, respectfully

Levi walks up to Zeke; using this fingers to claw at the dirt and continue an attempt to run away. Levi however, simply throws him over his shoulder and throws him in the back of his wagon.

“Got you now,” Levi says

He slices off a leg as Zeke lays helpless in the back of the wagon.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t kill any titans that were in my way?” He asks, “Just because they were my comrades?...”

“Honestly... Yes,” Zeke answers

He winces in pain as you watch Levi continuing to slice off another limb.

“Nothing is going to stop me from getting what I’ve set myself out to do... Which is killing you... Zeke Jeager,” Levi continues speaking, whilst slicing off his last two limbs

“Look at you now...” You state, “The once feared Beast Titan, sliced limb from limb by Eldia’s strongest soldier...”

“Not for much longer...” Zeke says

You look at a spare thunder spear... Next to Levi... The pin, pulled.

“Captain! Wai-!”

Your voice was cut off by an explosion...

*Mikuka’s POV* You were heading down to check on Pieck when you felt something hit your head...

Ow... Shit... A-Akaime!

Once you had gained your bearings you rush down to Pieck’s cell and nearly fall from the last step. you catch yourself on the bar of the cell, catching your breath. 

“Tenkuji?” Pieck looks up at you as soon as she hears you stumble down the stairs

You look at her whilst still trying to catch your breath.

“It’s your lucky day... Pieck,” You say, unlocking the cell door, “Come on, I’m getting you out of here.”

“W-what happened to Akaime?!” Pieck asks you

You don’t answer her but just simply grab her by the wrist and begin dragging her to the surface.

“Tenkuji. What happened to Akaime?!” Pieck tries to ask you again

No response out of your mouth.

“Tenkuji answer me damnit! What happened to Akaime?!” She screams

You stop, having her bump into your back.

“I... Don’t know...” You say, “But, it’s not good... I gotta get you out of here...”

“Wait so you put me in here just to release me?” She asks

“Akaime’s request,” You say, “Should anything happen to her, to release you back to Marley... She didn’t want me telling you. But here we are. She could be dead for all I know..”

Akaime’s... Dead?...

You sit against the wall once the both of you had reached the top of the stairs. At the same time, you hear a muffled explosion off in the distance...

“What was that?” You talk to yourself

“Must be Marley...” Pieck says

Marley’s here?!

You black out...

When you come to, you groan in pain as you rub the back of your head.

The bitch fucking knocked me out...

You stumble through the castle corridors as the muffled explosions continue. You head to the weaponry room and begin equipping yourself with blades. 

Where did she go?!

You exit the fort and subtly make your way towards town while Jeagerists engage with Marlean troops.

“Pieck?!” You call out to her

As soon as you turned the corner, guns drawn and aimed for you. You immediately raise your hands, caught completely off guard.

“GENERAL WAIT!” Pieck screams

She runs up next to him, “HOLD YOUR FIRE! SHE IS THE ONE WHO RELEASED ME!”

“And you were the one who knocked me out in the process...” You sigh, rubbing the back of your head

“SORRY...” She shrugs, beginning to equip battle armor

The general has his Marlean men lower their weapons as he comes up to you. You look up at him as he looks down at you; sternly.

“So you're the one who bears the so-called ‘Wings of Freedom’ huh? I’ve expected more,” He says 

Ouch... These Marlean’s are no joke...

“Tell me... Wings of Freedom, why do you want to destroy the world?” He asks

“We don't want to destroy the world... General,” You say, “We only want to be free... Just some of our yahoos want to take drastic measures rather than peacefully talk things out... Whatever this is...”

You gesture to the ongoing fight, “Whatever Eren Jeager is planning... I don’t agree with what he’s doing...”

“But you and your comrades are allowing it to,” He counter argues, “If you’re so keen on not ending the world like your filfthy allies, then you’re fighting on the side of Marley..”

“Or what?” You ask

“You die,” He says

There’s no other way out of this... Is there?... I made a promise to Akaime... Keep Pieck safe...

“Fine,” You growl

He gives you a sly smirk as he straightens himself out, “Pieck, you will now keep a close eye on our new prisoner.”

At least she’s got some form of human decency...

“COME WITH ME TENKUJI,” Pieck orders you

“Yes ma’am,” You don’t argue

You hop onto the small seat compartment on the Cart’s armor and hold onto a handle as Pieck rides off to scale the wall. 

[A/n: Start Valkyrie - Wagakki Band here, listen/read downward to the end of the chapter]

Lovely... I’m riding on the back of a Titan... Wait until Hange hears about this...

You smile to yourself as you feel the wind run through your hair, watching the sky full of Marlean airships and smoke. 

“Oh... You’re here too?” You roll your eyes, noticing the handful of Marlean soldiers that tailed along

“I assume your aim is rubbish,” He suggests, “So, we’ll need better eyes for better aim.”

“Ouch,” You say, “Well, you are right about that. I prefer the blades over machinery any day, General.”

Pieck settles herself on top of the wall as the General begins preparing the anti-titan artillery cannon. 

“Prisoner! Can you pinpoint to where Zeke is?!” He asks, “We can’t have him making contact with Eren Jeager!”

“I’m no damn bird with super enhanced vision General!” You state

However, when you crawl on top of the Cart’s head, you felt the change in wind as you look from across the wall.

“There!” You point directly across from the bottom of the wall from wehereyou were standing

“WHERE?!” Pieck asks, “HOW CAN YOU SEE FROM ALL THE WAY HERE?1 EVEN I CAN’T SEE THEM!”

“Change in wind direction...” You answer Pieck, “I may not have the best eyesight as a bird, but I can sure as hell tell where a certain shifter is by the change in wind direction. That, and he’s literally transforming right now...”

Thunder rumbles throughout Shiganshina as You, Pieck, and the Marlean General and a handful of Marlean soldiers watch as Zeke transforming into the Beast Titan.

Akaime...

“Pieck!” your vision changes to right on top of her titan hair

“AKAIME IS....” Pieck falters, “GENERAL FIRE!”

“I have to line up the shot Pieck!” He tells her, “We only have one shot at this! We cannot falter! I don’t know what has gotten into you all of a sudden but we cannot afford any slip ups!”

As you were watching Zeke make his appearance, you could hear the machinery of the ODM gear. 

"Damnit! Those devils!" The Marlean General curses

“Fire at will!” Floch commands his squad

“Right!” They all reply

“I’M NOT GOING TO FALL FOR THE SAME TRICK AGAIN!” She yells

You look over and see Floch and a small squad heading your way. They begin firing thunder spears as you duck on one side of Pieck’s head, gripping onto the hair for dear life. Pieck maneuvers off of the wall but clings to the edge.

“Damnit! We can’t get a shot at Zeke if they’re still on us like this!” The General growls

You purse your lips together, nearly gritting your teeth.

Do I... Go against everyone I once called comrades?... Or do it for the sake of Akaime’s soon-to-be girlfriend?...

You were snapped out of your contemplating thoughts when you nearly feel your stomach drop. You look up and see one of Pieck’s hands blasted off. A scream of pain comes out of her titan’s mouth.

"I got 'em!" Was what came out of your mouth

You push off the Pieck's head and begin falling.

"TENKUJI!" Pieck calls to you, outstretching her arm

Her Titan hand barely misses you. Although, hat was the whole point... Hearing Pieck scream in pain was what made your choice.

She may be on Marley’s side and I may be on Eldia’s... But, right now, I don’t want Eren Jeager destroying the world... I can’t let Pieck die here... 

You shut your eyes, feeling the wind pass through you. You felt like you were swimming in the ocean...

For Akaime’s sake... I’ll fight them all!!!

You open your eyes, "Flügel Der Freiheit!!" You scream

Two lines light up from your back: giant wings sprouting from them. Little droplets of blood seeping out from it breaking through your skin and your clothing. You open them and slightly wince in pain but immediately adjust to it as you fly upward, arms yourself with your blades.

Like Akaime, since gaining your ability, you had no need to equip yourself with the ODM gear. You however mostly equipped yourself with extra blades instead.

"Kill the Cart!" Floch orders the soldiers he brought with him

One of them begins to push forward however, in a flash of blue and white, he is cut clean in half. They all look upward to see you: spreading your wings to stop you from flying up any higher.

"TRAITOR!!!" He screams, "KILL 2ND COMMANDER TENKUJI!!!"

Before more could charge towards you, gunshots ring out from the Marlean side: bodies of your former comrades dropping. However, you see more reinforcements coming.

"Commander..." Floch calls to you, shooting a thunder spears at you

You easily dodge it. But when you look back at Floch's direction, he is mere inches away from your face.

"Why??...." He asks, hearing his old cowardice self in his voice

Oh finally, he sounds normal for once...

"I left a promise to my best friend that I'd have the Cart Titan's back," You say, practically snarling at him, “And... I don’t want Eren destroying the world...”

In a split second, you attempt to raise your blades towards him however, he deflects it last minute and throws you off balance, nearly knocking your back into the wall. However, your wings push a strong gust of wind as you blast away two Jeagerists; breaking their ODM gear grappling system, throwing them off of the other side of the wall.  

“THE COMMANDER’S WINGS WILL BURN IF WE HIT HER WITH THUNDER SPEARS!!” Floch announces to his squad

Shit... He’s not wrong... 

You never used a thunder spear. Well, in their early stages, you were helping Hange test them; your wings almost burned into fried chicken wings. Since then you’ve been like Levi, veering to solely using the blades to combat the titans.

“PISS OFF!!!” You scream, as a soldier hurls a thunder spear into your direction

You use your foot to stop and flip a thunder spear that was aimed for you and send it hurdling towards them. You dive out of the way just as it exploded, the shrapnel missing you and the nerves in your wings.

“SHE WON’T BE ABLE TO DEFLECT ALL OF THEM IF WE STRIKE TOGETHER!” Floch screams

Pieck Yanks you right underneath her titan’s torso as she attempts to fight off the thunder spears being launched at them.

“WILL YOU PISS OFF ALREADY?!” She asks the Jeagerists

Pieck shifts the cannon to hit one of the soldiers in the gut, killing them upon impact. She profusely lets out a large amount of steam, sending the remaining squad away from the sheer force of the emitting steam.

“Pieck what are you doing?!” You ask, as you watch her come up next to you

“Making them believe they killed the Cart Titan,” She says to you, “It’s a technique I learned over the years.”

You hear Floch’s voice as he cheers for the supposed death of the Cart.  However, hear gunfire.

“Pieck... You’re insane!” You yell over the gunfire, “No wonder why Akaime loves you!”

Pieck shoots her head into your direction as the armed Marlean soldiers shoot at Floch and his squad members. 

Akaime... Loves me?...

You look over to see Piece looking at you; wide-eyed.

“You didn’t hear that from me!” You add

You look up and see Armin and Mikasa coming your way. Your eyes widen as your complexion turns pale.

“I... Can't fight them...” You say

Pieck turns to you as you watch the two coming closer. 

“Tenkuji!” The General calls out to you, “Fight them or you’re dead!” 

“GENERAL IT’S FINE, WE CAN HANDLE THEM!” Pieck covers for you

She... Covered... For me...

Unlike Floch and majority of the Jeagerists, you respected Armin and Mikasa. They were apart of your very small group of friends you talk to consistently during the Cadet days, no way you were about to fight them. 

“COMMANDER TENKUJI BETRAYED ELDIA!” Floch tells Mikasa and Armin, “I’M GOING TO KILL HER!!!!”

Your eyes widen as they do as well... 

No... That’s... Not true... 

Mikasa pushes past Floch and sees your wing peeking out from the Cart’s underside. She attempts to dive for you however, is stopped by the Cart.

“YOU WANT TENKUJI?! THEN YOU’LL HAVE TO GET THROUGH ME FIRST!!” Pieck screams at her

You felt one of Pieck’s hands gently place itself against your back, shielding you. 

“SHE’S ONLY FIGHTING ON OUR SIDE IS BECAUSE SHE HAS NO CHOICE!” Pieck attempts to explain to Mikasa and Armin

“YOU INFLUENCED HER TO DEFECT TO YOUR SIDE!” Floch screams, “I KNEW YOU AND AKAIME WERE TO NEVER BE TRUSTED!!”

Mikasa, instead of going for you, she elbows Floch in the face.

“Mikuka Tenkuji would never betray Eldia!” Armin states, “Not by her own free will!!”

Every single one of you suddenly hear something rumble below.

Oh no...

You fly out from Pieck’s grip as she begins falling. 

“No... He’s... Started the Rumbling...” You say

You look down and Hear Pieck screaming. You curl your wings and attempt to bob and weave through the various wall debris.

“Pieck!!” You reach out

Just as you reach to grab onto one of her fingers, you felt a piece of debris make contact with your temple, blacking out... Again. 

Chapter 4

[beautifulblooms]

Eren Jaeger General Headcanons

GN! Reader, finished up AoT last week so we’re adding it to the lists officially, just some general fluff, maybe some extra bits, I’m making this up as I go just like always, jesus christ this got long when I started rambling

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

He’s got some issues

Definitely obvious

But he only entrusts very few to see him in a vulnerable state (if he can help it)

Like Mikasa and Armin are two of those people and so is his partner

He doesn't like showing his emotions often

Makes him feel weak and incapable

Moments where he breaks down and needs to be talked to by someone he trusts

Gentle words to calm him down and let him know he's safe

"Hey, you're okay, I'm okay, were safe, deep breaths with me now, in... hold it... out slowly, there we go"

Stuff like that

For someone harboring two titans with great strength he's a big baby when he's human

Well up until the end of season 3 but ya know it's fine-

He has a few habits that most would find weird or like out of the ordinary

For starters he has to sleep with another person

When he was younger he had his parents and Mikasa

Then Armin in the barracks

And later on you

When he infiltrated Marley it was a nightmare for him

He couldn't sleep naturally, it had to be through pure exhaustion

Another is that he has to get ready a certain way

Part of that was his fathers doing in his childhood-

But later in life he would always wake up early

Shower and brush his teeth as well as his hair (his mom made him do that part)

Next is his undergarments followed by his pants

His over-shirt

Then specifically his right sock before his left and the shoes followed the same pattern

Definitely has some OCD tendencies

After his first transformation into a titan, it scared the shit out of you

Armin thought he died and had a shit ton of guilt

Mikasa was scared to death of losing him

And you were trying to calm a panic attack while still fighting titans off

Everyone was a mess that day

Then when Eren's titan showed up, dealt with most of the titans, he collapsed, we all know this part, the wave of relief that filled the three of you was more than enormous

"It's Eren, Eren's the titan, EREN'S THE TITAN"

You and Mikasa were the first to get down to him and drag him out of the steaming titan corpse

Of course because he was out of it and couldn't wake up ya'll were still scared shitless of losing Eren

Once he woke up there were tears, apologies, sighs of relief, the general stuff when your friend you thought was dead isn't

He held onto you for the next several hours and refused to let go

Too scared he lost you, lost himself, lost to a titan

"I'm so fucking happy you're okay, I only imagined the worst when you weren't next to Armin, I don't know what I'd do without you Eren"

Both of your sobs filled the room as you held onto each other for dear life

(Holy shit I gotta wrap this up it's so late-)

All in all, Eren is a quirky guy, a loving partner, he's got some issues but that's what makes things better right?

Issues add some well needed flavor

[peace-for-levi]

Morgen: Chapter 2; Aduantas

content warnings: self-deprecating thoughts from levi, hints at terminal illness, injury-related gore. also it is mostly unedited, may have typos.

w/c: 5,000

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synopsis: you move into levi's apartment, you make fun of him for reading a romance novel and levi recounts on a promise he made

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The boat ride over to Marley took a few days. It was a ferry that took over Eldians wanting a better life, or a life away from Paradis and the painful memories there. Everything about the flower shop had been mostly arranged and had been dealt with by various vendors and shippers over the phone and through letters, and it was all settling nicely.

Moving in was going to be stressful though.

Levi sat on the orthopaedic chair as you unpacked your things. His knees were brought to his chest as he watched you place your things about.

Levi’s apartment wasn’t too big, and you brought many things. Maybe you had underestimated how much space your new roommate would have. Levi lived a pretty minimalist lifestyle so there was more than enough space for one person, but two? Oh, there’d be some acclimatising for sure.

You marvelled at the balcony Levi had in his apartment, happy to see it was there. But it didn’t seem to be used. There was a chair out there, but you could tell it was probably never used since he moved in. The wooden shutter doors to it were closed, and they were the first thing you perused. You pushed them open and noticed how much space there was. Enough space for a table and chair. Granted, the view from the balcony wasn’t fantastic: just a brick wall which had overgrown ivy crawling all over it, and you could hear kids running up and down the alleyway playing ball.

There was enough space for some of your plants too, which had Levi widening his eyes at your suggestion and was quick to turn it down…

“I know what you’re like, you won’t take care of it and it’ll end up being me taking care of your fucking plant.”

“-First of all, it’s called an orchid and second-”

“[Y/n.]”

And that was it. End of discussion.

Not like you wouldn’t challenge it though.

Once it looked like you had stopped packing - temporarily - Levi gave you the not-so-grand tour of his tiny apartment.

He showed you the kitchen and cooking area that had quite a few cupboards given the cramped space. There would only ever be enough space for one person to access the oven and hobs, fridge or sink at one time. The other person would have to wait their turn. The sink had a dish rack at the side, sparklingly clean dishes stacked up and cleaned by Levi from last night. There was a collection of spices to the left of the dish rack, you counted at least ten. Did Levi like to cook?

He hobbled down the hall that was connected to the kitchen and living area and showed you your bedroom. It was at the very end of the hall. It only made sense that Levi got the bedroom closest to the kitchen, given his leg. In between the two bedrooms was the shared bathroom, you assumed. He showed you inside the shared room and it was as pristine as you’d imagine a bathroom in Levi’s home to be. White porcelain tiles ran across the walls and floor, and there was not a hint of mould anywhere. There was a hanging, water-proof container in the shower and it was empty. Possibly for your own things.

Finally, he showed you the bedroom. It was not like your room back on Paradis; for starters, the windows weren’t on the walls. They were on the ceiling and there was a draw blind and a pole for you to pull with.

“Sometimes it’ll get stuck, so I’d recommend investing in an eye mask.” He had warned you.

It was clean, yet knowing the room had its little faults already - such as the draw blind, or the creaking chest of drawers - made it feel like someone lived here before. Probably past tenants, but it didn’t have that “new house” smell.

You began to unpack your things after he finished his tours, folding your clothes and placing them in your drawer. You didn’t pack much clothes - if anything, most of your items were plant and flower related - and you knew you’d need to get more once you made a profit here. You put away your good clothes and your clothes for work, mainly consisting of looser culottes for working and different coloured blouses.

On top of the dresser, you placed the books you bought. Mostly classics, but there was a mostly empty sketch pad. The first page had already been drawn in. The picture with all the lilies.

Finally, after decorating a bit more with a few candles and some flowers, you pull out a painted picture of him.

Neil was his name.

You gulped looking at it, teeth coming down to bite down on your lower lip.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t do more…” you murmured, aloud.

Neil had messy, red hair and green eyes. He had a pointed nose and was the same height as the late Erwin Smith. Of course, Erwin beat him when it came to seriousness most of the time. But that didn’t stop Neil Larsson taking his job as Squad Leader seriously.

“Oi,” came Levi’s voice. Crap, did he hear you talking to yourself (the painting)?

“What is it?”

“Dinner, may I come in?” he said. With an ‘mhmm’ from you, he pushed the door open and had come in with a pole. He took your old one and you nodded thanks, leaving ahead of him.

The pole was stronger, and he hooked the draw blind shut and the room was enshrouded in darkness. Still, enough light came in from the hallway and kitchen. Enough light for him to see the painting of Neil.

He picks it up gently, knowing it was probably five years old at least and prone to tearing.

He wonders if you have moved on yet - it had been a few years after all - but then he remembers you have yet to take the wedding band off.

Probably not then.

He places the painting down and joins you in the kitchen

--

You had never expected Levi to be a good cook. Not that you doubted his abilities, but you had never seen him cook before. But as you sat on the sectional sofa with the dinner table standing before you, your eyes caught some purchased cooking books. You thought they were empty purchases but as you flicked through them, you saw pencilled in alterations to the ingredients, particularly towards anything in the baked goods containing sugar.

It seems Levi Ackerman had developed a bit of a sweet tooth while he was away from Paradis.

With gentle movements, the aglio e olio was placed in front of you. You could faintly smell a bit of lemon that he had sprinkled over.

“Fork and spoon? Or are you going to eat like a child?” he asked as he served himself up a portion, holding a fork and spoon in one hand.

“I’ll take both.”

You stood up and reached out to grab the utensils from him and your fingers momentarily laced around his. He was quick to stop dishing up and looked back at you.

He could still feel the fucking ring.

Well, that’s what he got for thinking about it ever since he saw you outside the empty building a few hours ago. He swallowed thickly and returned his gaze to the spaghetti once you returned to the table.

He wanted to throw it out the window, the ring. Fuck, why did it have to be still on your finger? After all these years? He knew the answer, but he was trying to convince himself that the reasons behind it were completely illogical and irrational.

He has to pause and reel himself in when he catches the anger and jealousy bubble up inside him. He has been aching for your presence for a year - he should be happy.

He goes to sit down in front of you and twirls the spaghetti on his fork. You don’t hear any slurping, and he makes no mess as he slurps. Neat and not messy, the way he was known to you. Only his mind was all messed up now that you were here.

His mouth moved before he registered what he had uttered. “Did you move next to me on purpose?”

It didn’t mean to come out that way. Shit, why can’t he be good with words? He was more than happy pining for you while you two lived your separate lives with an ocean flowing between you both. He was fine. He was good. He was great (not really, but he will convince himself that he was.)

And in the blink of an eye, you two were roommates.

Was your nighttime routine different to his? What’s he supposed to do now? Do you two eat breakfast together in awkward silence the way you two are eating dinner now? Who buys the groceries?

He loved worrying about these things because he knew lives weren’t on the line regardless of what decisions you two came to regarding your living situation. But saints he was not used to this, to worry about things of very little consequence.

“Yes, Levi, I’m good. You know, it’s customary to ask the person who you haven’t seen in a year how they are first,” you insisted.

It wasn’t necessarily on purpose. It was just the letting you could afford, but you were on the fence about leaping across the pond just to set up a flower shop on a whim. But when the landlord told you he had a tenant who lived next door who was a bit anti-social, was an injured soldier from the War of Heaven and Earth and owned a tea shop, you quickly signed the lease and paid the necessary down payment.

“Can we call it fate and leave it at that? You should be delighted to see me, we were like besties!” you chimed.

Stiff silence brimming with palpable tension fell between the two of you. You clear your throat and try to move the conversation along.

Is there a point, you wonder? Because back in headquarters before the Rumbling, you two would talk and have conversations, but sitting in silence drinking tea was equally enjoyed.

“I, uh-- I’m sorry, Levi,” you mumbled. “Things are different and tense and I know that, it’s wrong for me to expect things to go back to normal--”

Levi stopped you from speaking by pushing his chair out and standing up. He left his half-eaten dinner on its plate and placed it in the fridge.

“I’m sorry…” you found yourself saying as he hobbled away. “Levi!”

He turned around slowly and the haggard look on his face almost made you not want to speak ever again. “What?”

He still answered. He’d always answer to you no matter how much his head ached or how full his heart felt with emotions he still didn’t know how to express.

“You’ll eat that later, won’t you?”

If it was Sasha asking that question, perhaps he’d lose his damn mind because that meant, “So can I eat that later?”

But you always asked him these questions.

“You’ll eat that later, won’t you?”

“You’ll try to go to sleep, won’t you, Levi?”

“Levi, why not get some air?”

It was your way of asking, If I’m not there, will you still look after yourself? Whether that meant you not being there for a few hours, or you never being there again, he never knew - and never wanted to know - but he knew it was you asking him to care for himself no matter how in his head he got.

Maybe it did mean the latter though, because there was one time when you had locked yourself inside the infirmary for two months. You were simply too caught up in your own situation to care for other people. He had to look after himself then, without you reminding him of the basic things - no matter how bad his mental health got. He had to be there for himself when you couldn’t be there for him, even when you couldn’t be there for yourself at that time.

It was funny how the power dynamic had reversed itself for those two months back in 850… How he had become the person to bring you dinner in the infirmary and with a cup of tea, or how he’d knock on the door to your bedroom that had exploded into a study of books and loose parchment papers to remind you to sleep. Or how he reminded you, much like Hange, to go take a bath (but he always phrased it nicely to you.)

And he always did this while watching you wear the bravest of faces nearly every damn day.

And he hated that face, because it was so normal-looking.

Unreadable, even.

Much like him.

–

You walked through the aisles of the grocery store a few hours later once Levi told you how to get there. Most of your flower shop had been sorted out for its grand opening tomorrow. The flowers had been watered and tended to, the cash register was set up. You had been working at the display all day.

Should you buy some decorations at the furniture store?

Wait, shit, where was the furniture store?

Scratch that.

You did decide that you were going to cook for Levi tomorrow since he cooked tonight. Maybe that would become a routine? Maybe you two could establish a routine again? Drinking tea, doing paperwork, exercising–

Wait, Levi probably wouldn’t be doing that as much. He retained most of his muscle, but he had no reason - nor the ability - to train as hard as he used to.

On your way to the grocery store, a cat had followed you all the way back home. It took a bit of shooing to make it go away and give you a bit of space to think about what you wanted to get. (You always told yourself you’d bring a list, but never did.)

You picked up a few more things before walking idly around the store, familiarising yourself with this new environment but when the shopkeeper announced the closing hours were approaching, you hurried out.

You walked through the door of the shared apartment shortly after dusk had settled. You hung your waistcoat on the coat hanger and scuffled out of your shoes. That was when you heard a loud thud and a pained groan coming from down the hall. The groan had an echo to it, so it had come from the bathroom.

“Levi?!” you called out, your feet moving on their own accord. You heard hand sticking to the floor as he crawled over to hurriedly shut the door in your face. “Levi, are you okay? Did you fall?”

You knew the answer, no other thud could have made a sound like that. And given Levi’s condition, you assumed he must have had falls often. You had seen the wound before, but once you heard he had surgery, you naively assumed his leg could have been saved.

“Go away.” You heard. You felt your heart splinter a bit. As cold as his tone was, you could hear the wobble in its tone; he hurt himself badly.

“Levi, let me in.” You replied, immediately.

“I said, go away.”

His voice was harsher this time, and it sounded like a warning. Please, I can’t have you seeing me this way, he wanted to say, but of course, his words would never come out like that.

His back was to the door and the pain was pulsing and throbbing, radiating white hot pain up and down his leg, up to his head. He could feel it through his teeth and in his ears. He is normally concerned not of the injury to his leg, but the injury this ordeal has done to his brain; the way it has changed the way others perceive him. He’s no longer Humanity’s Strongest, but saints he wishes he was. He was more invincible that way.

“You either let me in, or I am kicking the door down. You know I am strong enough to.”

And he knows you are indeed strong enough. It wouldn’t take too much strength for you to punch through it and unlock it from the inside yourself.

Plus, he didn’t want to get in trouble with his landlord.

With whatever strength he could muster, he kneels and unlocks the door before shuffling away, leaning up against the bathtub.

You stepped inside and noted he had changed to looser, loungewear pants. He was wearing a grey tank top and his signature bangs were hanging in his face as he leaned his forehead against his knee. The sight had you dropping your Lilies of the Valley bouquet and sinking down with him.

“What is it? What happened?” you asked, and he pointed up to the open mirror. It was one of those mirrors you could slide to the side and would reveal a few shelves. You stood up and took note of the pain medications, salves and other various medicines for not-so-serious ailments like fever medication, cough syrup, or decongestants. There was also a razor, scissors and shaving cream, and other small things for basic hygiene.

He was pointing to some alcohol solution, and you stood up to reach it.

“I’ll need a cloth too.” He spoke out.

You put two and two together. “You were getting ready to clean your wound, but tripped and missed the solution.” You deduced.

He had decided to do this while you were out.

He really didn’t want you seeing him like this, it seems.

You acquired a white, cotton cloth, a bucket and filled it up with tap water. The water sloshed around in the bucket, spilling on the floor a small bit. You’d deal with that later though. You sat down beside Levi and leaned forward, pinching the bottom of his loose pants.

“Roll these up, I’ll clean it.”

Levi turned to look at you like you had three heads. “What?”

“Just do what I say.” Your voice was commanding.

It was very hard to disobey you when your tone switched like that. It would scare even the toughest of soldiers, how you could ‘snap’ like that. Scared wouldn’t have been the right word for Levi, but he knew not to otherwise test you. He rolled up the legs of his pants. He folded it back until you could start to see the discolouration of his normally pallid skin, now marred with etches of pink that twirled and contorted into a viscous, angry-looking web of scar tissue. Looked like a gnarled tree trunk, too twisted up and mutilated with no hope of healing back properly. The scar dipped in an inch or two - you weren’t sure, but it was a ghastly looking dip in his flesh - and you could make out some teeth marks from the Titan that got him if you squinted.

“Relax…” you whispered softly, and Levi’s head lolled back to rest against where your arms would rest on the bathtub. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see any of your reactions, but was dying to see them at the same time.

It hurts.

It’s ugly.

I am ugly. I am hideous.

These thoughts plague him every day as they do now, and were amplified whenever he brought his fingers up to smooth under his marred face.

Please don’t look at me.

You had opted to not use the alcohol solution, not wanting to exacerbate his pain anymore than what it already was. You draped your argyle cardigan around him, and his hands already went to fist the woollen article of clothing in preparation of the pain he was about to feel. You submerged the cloth into the water and squeezed out the excess.

Then it made contact with his thigh and he hissed.

You had to bite down on your inner lip to not show that your heart was bleeding to see him in this state. Your other thumb had taken to rubbing circles in his good leg, hoping he’d focus on that sensation. You moved the cloth along the rough skin, cleaning it as gently as you could.

“Shit…” he groaned through gnashed teeth.

You stopped and left the cloth hanging over the edge of the bucket. You look at him, begging for him to come back and look at you. He feels your pleading eyes and he returns the gaze. Your face is one of sympathy and pity.

“Don’t… look at me like that…” he murmurs. Your thumb went to tap the edge of his scar, looking at it again as if you had some childlike curiosity and admiration for it. “D-Don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

“Stop looking at it.”

You looked back at him now, obeying his wishes. “Why, though?”

“It’s not pretty.”

“Well, it’s a scar. It’s not meant to look ‘gorgeous’, per se…” you began, and looked back down. “Doesn’t mean it’s ugly either.”

He felt his heart lurch forward a bit upon hearing that. He was expecting you to be so repulsed by it, by him. He knows you had been seeing such injuries - and far worse - for years, but… that time of your lives was now over. You had a year of not being injured or seeing people come back from failed expeditions. Perhaps he was naive - again - to think that you were gonna be sensitive and squeamish about this.

Because you were right. It was just a scar.

But how did his face look to you?

Was he not scary? Hideous?

He doesn’t ask or say anything about it, not wanting to put you on the spot. You go to clean again.

Your movements are slow, languid and in no hurry. They’re gentle, and he wants more of your touch. He’s addicted and he’s hungry. He wants your touch in other areas of his body, but he scolds himself as soon as such a lustful thought comes into his mind. He has to scrunch his face together and think of something else - anything else - to distract himself.

There’s silence apart from his occasional pained grunts, and you roll the leg of his pants down again once you let the water air-dry. You didn’t want fabric sticking to his wound.

“What were you doing before this?” you asked.

“Reading, in the living room.” He replied. He sounded haggard, but you expected as much.

You helped him up and you offered to assist him to the living room, but he refused saying he’d be fine with his cane instead. A small battle of the wills ensued between the pair of you, but Levi could and would be just as stubborn. He hobbled over to his orthopaedic chair and let his bad leg rest on the ottoman before pulling out the book he was reading again. In the meantime, you changed into your pyjamas.

It had been a long day.

You clambered out again in pastel coloured camisole top and shorts and Levi had to glue his eyes into his book or he was sure he’d stop breathing.

You plopped down in front of him with your own book and as you read the blurb of his book, you audibly gasped.

“Levi… are you reading a romance novel?”

“Shut up.”

You gasped again and sprung to your feet, sitting on the armrest of his chair. You eyed the words and giggled. “‘Their hands intertwined and they looked at’-- Levi this is a romance novel!”

“Shut up!”

Giggling like a schoolgirl you sat before him again, you turned open the pages of your own book. The candles in the room had been lit and created a soothing atmosphere which was very much needed after what happened in the bathroom. The sitting room glowed amber, the only thing that was missing was a fireplace. That would be truly relaxing.

“So… Do you have many romance novels, Levi?”

Levi let out a grunt in response, not wanting to answer. But he did after a few minutes. “Bookshelf next to me, I’m in the middle of a series… But there are also classics, thrillers, poetry collections and some encyclopaedias.”

You smiled. “It’s nice to see you have become a bookworm of sorts. It’s honestly kinda cute!”

Heat rose to Levi’s cheeks immediately, he lifted the book up further to hide any such evidence. Also to hide his line of sight from looking directly at your short pyjamas. He wasn’t complaining - far from it actually - but it was not a sight he wanted burned into his brain on the very first day you two started living together.

You went back to your flower bouquet and went to find an appropriate vase or jug of water and placed them on the table, separating them so that every flower could get some of the sunlight that would shine through Levi’s lovely shutter doors and windows.

“I know we got off to a rough-ish start here, but Lilies of the Valley symbolise newfound happiness… And, well, I know I am happy I have come here.” You spoke aloud, assuming he wasn’t listening.

But he was. He listened to everything you said, and more.

He would always keep an eye on you and look after you.

Not because he wanted, but because he swore to.

.

.

There was a knocking against the door, and Levi was taken out of the trance of his paperwork. He just had to sign his name at the bottom of the death certificates, but it was very easy to become hypnotised looking at the same coloured paper, doing the same, monotonous movement with your hand.

“What.”

“It’s Neil Larsson, sir. May I come in?”

Levi stiffened in his seat at the mention of your partner. He had never come to speak to Levi without you, or unless there was a meeting with all the Squad Leaders. What would warrant a visit now, and so late?

“Come in.” He said with a great exhale.

The candles lit on Levi’s desk almost made Neil’s hair shine orange and it made his deep, green eyes look cavernous and invitingly warm. He smooths his hair back before sitting before the Captain, as he always did before speaking to a superior. He sits at the edge and brings his elbows to his knees, resting his head in his hands. Levi knew at this moment this was going to be a serious discussion.

Neil doesn’t speak and Levi has to ask him to speak up or he is getting sent out.

“I know you and [F/n] are close,” he began, and Levi’s scribbling stopped. “So in that regard, please look after her after and just… be there for her.”

Levi eyed him precariously. He had every intention of doing that, though under the guise of him being his usual asshole self. Neil stood up then, prepared to leave as quickly as he walked through the door.

And that was when he fell down, totally unprompted. Levi hummed in response, but when the man didn’t get up immediately after falling, Levi stood up to assist him.

“No need to be so dramatic…” he mumbled and bent down to assist him up.

“It’s been happening all the time, Captain Levi.”

The shorter man quirked a brow. “What, you being a klutz?”

“The doctors have told me it’s not me being a klutz.” Neil stated, matter-of-factly. His green eyes searched for his superior’s grey ones, asking him to listen and take him seriously. “I need you to promise me, sir, to look out for her when I…”

Levi didn’t say anything, looking into the eyes of green intensely. Levi took note of his leg twitching and spasming a small bit. He reached out and placed his hand on it, to stop the seemingly ceaseless movements.

“I’m dying, sir, and I don’t have much time left… Promise me you’ll look out for [F/n] when I go.”

[inprogresspokemon]

daraen-j-marley

I just noticed that for some starters you didn't (yet) used the most recent and expressive artworks for some of the starters. Like you used the Torchic from ORAS, but the original Treecko and Mudkip from RS ; As you used the original artworks for the 4, 5 and 7G trios, respectively from DP, BW1 and SM instead of Platinum, BW2 and USUM. I know it's mostly because some of the original suit more with the first evolution artworks than the recent ones, but still, do you think you could still replace some of the oldest real artworks you used for the most recent ones, and maybe redo some of the IP too ?

Just my opinion, I don't dislike the current IP you did currently, but for example, you could just replace the artwork of Popplio from SM that you used by the one from USUM and it's actually perfectly consistent with Bubblion and Brionne. And PLA Cyndaquil is close enough to the one from HGSS you used, and suit well with Pyroquil and Quilava.

Hey! That's an interesting thing to point out; it's not something I've thought about. I'm not really concerned with using the most recent artwork to be honest, and I usually go with whatever Bulbapedia is using unless I think one of the others fits with the other poses in the line better. I like a nice flow or transition throughout the line and prioritize that over the recency of the artwork (as long as it's in the current style).

Redoing IPPs that I'm happy with just to use more recent artwork isn't something I'm willing to do right now. Even though Popplio from USUM and PLA Cyndaquil would fit decently without any changes to Bubblion or Pyroquil, I would still want to update their art to fit with those changes, which I'm not willing to do right now. But I will think about it, and maybe I'll change my mind in the future.

[miyanom]

CAN I JUST STAY HERE?

MASTERLIST | JEAN KIRSTEIN X F!READER

synopsis: having spent years fighting side by side, you and jean finally confess your feelings the night before leaving for marley.

warnings: slight swearing, mentions of death

notes: I don’t know what this is, I really just wrote whatever was coming to mind so it’s kinda messy I think but I hope you all enjoy it anyways

Laughter filled the area around you as the four of you sat together, enjoying what you all knew could very well be your last meal.

It had become a tradition in your cadet days to have a feast before a battle, though it’s been years since then and you’ve lost many, the tradition was carried on by the four of you.

Tomorrow, you’d be leaving for Marley. Leaving to aid Eren in his plan to declare war on the Marleyans.

This could be the last time you saw your friends happy and alive.

“Y/N, stop pouting!” Connie’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he pointed his cup in your direction, the wine sloshing against the sides as he moved. “This is supposed to be fun, don’t ruin it!”

“Sorry,” you smiled at the boy.

Sasha, who sat beside you, threw an arm over your shoulders. “Don’t apologise, Y/N!” Though her voice was typically loud, it seemed even louder now as the effects of the alcohol she stole weighed down on the duo.

As the two began bickering between themselves, you found your gaze drifting to Jean. He sat across from you, his eyes trained on his food as he mindlessly poked at it, his cup laying forgotten at his side.

It wasn’t too much of a surprise, you realised. Now that you were fighting again, his promotion to section commander meant more than just extra hours.

It meant that now he would possibly be leading people to their death, that was always something Jean hated the most about working in the Survey Corps.

Death seemed to follow you everywhere.

While trapped in your thoughts, you didn’t hear Jean’s announcement that he would be leaving, at least until his figure began to stand up.

With a frown, you watched him leave the tables that had been set up for the scouts to eat at.

Something was wrong.

Without a word to Sasha and Connie, you took off running after Jean, ignoring the loud questioning of the people you left behind with the food.

“Jean, wait up!” You called out, rushing to catch up with him.

Releasing a shaky breath, you came to a stop beside him. “Are you… are you okay?”

Jean’s expression softened slightly, before he quickly averted his gaze, a quiet ‘yeah’ falling from his lips as he avoided your gaze.

Not very convincing, you thought.

“Hey, I have something to show you.” You took his hand in your own, using it to pull him forward despite his objections that it was getting late.

The ride from the Scouts campsite to the ocean had been a fairly quick one, though maybe it only felt that way due to the comfortable silence you had fallen into it.

“This couldn’t have waited till tomorrow?” Even in the darkness you could see Jean raise a brow, as he jumped off his horse.

“Absolutely not.” Finishing tying your own horse to the tree beside you, you glanced back at Jean, faltering for a moment at the sight of him.

With the shadows of the flames from his torch dancing across his face and the moon’s light shining down on him, he looked stunning.

No, he always looked stunning. Though you had never had the guts to tell him.

With the upcoming mission, maybe you would never have the guts to tell him…

“Let’s- let’s go.”

Coming to a stop by the water line, you glanced back at Jean, not missing the way his shirt grew tighter around his biceps as he crossed his arms.

“What are we doing out here, Y/N?”

“Well, it’s calming, for starters,” you told him, nodding toward the waves that washed against the shore before pulling back out into the ocean.

When you were a cadet, you could only ever dream of seeing the ocean. With the Titans that lured outside the walls, it was an impossible thought.

But now with the Titans eradicated, it was safe to be standing here.

Rather than looking out into the dark ocean that seemed to shine under the moonlight, Jean remained focused on you.

Though you seemed sad back at dinner, your eyes were now lit up, and the smile he loved so much was gracing your features.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you grinned at him. “Okay, we’re here so you can get it all off your chest.”

The smile slipped from his face, replaced by a look of confusion as he stared at you. “What?”

“All your worries, and doubts,” you explained. “Just… just scream. No one will hear except the ocean and- and me.”

His eyes flickered from you to the water as you continued. “Sasha and I do this sometimes when things get to be too much. I know it sounds weird, but it helps, I promise.”

Silence filled the beach, the only noise being the waves crashing against the sand.

Reaching out, you placed your hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to, I just thought-”

“I love you.”

It was a whisper, something you were sure you would’ve missed had you not been standing right next to him.

As his eyes met yours, you noticed he was now blushing. The red painted across his cheeks making you realise he was being serious, though that didn’t stop the whisper that left your lips.

“What?”

His head snapped away from yours as his hands came up to his face, cupping around his mouth to make himself louder as he shouted. “I’m in love with my best friend!”

Your eyes widened, and you could feel your face heating up as he continued even after your hand dropped from his shoulder.

“I’ve loved her since we first met! And I haven’t stopped!”

“Jean-”

“She’s the best person I know, and the strongest! I’ve loved her more than I’ve loved anyone!”

Unable to handle the embarrassment of him shouting a confession of love toward the ocean any longer, you quickly grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, using your grip to pull him closer and kiss him.

He froze against you for just a moment, until he kissed back passionately, as if he was making up for all the times this could’ve happened earlier on.

His hands fell from your face as he resorted to holding your hips, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.

You pulled back breathlessly, staring at him as tears began to fill your eyes.

He instantly took a step back, a look of concern painted over his visage. “Shit, are you- are you okay?”

Despite the tears falling from your eyes, you nodded and smiled softly. Taking his hand into your own, you lifted it up to hold your face once more, leaning into his touch like you never wanted him to let go. “I just… you don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that, Jean.”

His thumb brushed against your cheekbone, wiping away the tears as he pressed his forehead against yours.

Not a single word was uttered as you stood there in each other’s arms, and as he pressed his lips to yours once more, you realised you never wanted to leave this moment.

You wanted to stay here, with him, for the rest of your lives.

No more fighting. No more wars.

Just the two of you.

“I love you, too.”

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[angelhotchner]

5 plot prompt with hotch and a gender neutral reader, either fluffy or smutty up to you!

Thank you for the ask, angel! I'm so excited, I love writing a 'caught out' trope! Sorry this took a little while, the building next to my work caught fire so I was just having a breakdown lmao

Marley's Prompt Sunday Masterlist

Plot Prompt 5: Caught by the team. Contents: Fluff, slightly NSFW, Adult Language Pairing / Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Gender-Neutral Reader Format: Drabble

"Aaron, they're gonna know if I don't get back to my own room,"

He completely ignored you. Instead, his fingertips resumed their pattern on your bare back. Every few moments, his nails dug into your skin, releasing a groan from you and giving you more goosebumps than you thought possible. He chuckled every time.

This man was going to kill you, and the team if they found out. The jet wasn't ready until tomorrow so the team had decided to spend some time together case-free. The team had barely seen either you or Hotch for the last few hours, and you knew that one of them would come knocking at the door soon. You had to get back to your room.

"A few more minutes," He mumbled against your skin, peppering light, intimate kisses over your shoulder blades. He smiled as he reached your neck. Automatically, your head moved to grant him access and his lips moved slowly towards your pulse point, barely touching you before someone began knocking at the door.

"I fucking told you," You cursed as you jumped up, hastily making your way to the bathroom.

You heard Hotch open the door.

"Have you seen Y/N?" "They're not answering their cell,"

Shit, shit and more fucking shit. Prentiss and JJ. You panicked, looking for a way to hide yourself. The best you could come up with was the shower, and you hid behind the curtain as best you could. Damn hotel shower curtains were always so small and your head peaked out from the top of the bar.

You couldn't make out much of what was being said, but you heard Prentiss crystal clear as the bathroom handle turned.

"I just wanna see if your shower head is as weird as mine, mine looks like a dinner plate," She called.

The door opened in slow motion, and Prentiss stopped in shock as soon she spotted you, squirming and obviously naked behind the shower curtain. Her mouth hung open, her eyes dancing with excitement. He could literally hear her thought: oh, you're kidding me.

You gave her a panicked look, whispering 'don't say anything" over and over and bringing your finger to your lips. She smirked, before leaving the bathroom.

"Yeah, yours is just as weird. What's with this hotel?" She called to Hotch. You could hear JJ's laughter as they left the hotel room.

The bathroom door opened again, and your automatic mode was set to panic still. So when Hotch appeared in the bathroom and saw your frightened stance in the shower, he burst out laughing.

"Well, Prentiss knows," You managed to choke out as he outstretched his hand, helping you out of the shower.

"She'll keep it quiet," Hotch reassured you. He leaned in to kiss you again, and you swayed away from him, laughing.

"I am not going through that again," You yelled, leaving the bathroom and getting dressed quickly.

"I'll see you at dinner," He smiled, kissing your cheek softly. You grinned, hurriedly leaving his room and slipping into yours, two doors down on the corridor.

What you didn't realize at the time was that Morgan and Reid were just stepping out of the elevator at the end of the hall as you 'stealthily' escaped Hotch's room, assumingly undetected.

At dinner, you and Hotch sat away from each other, but Prentiss shot you a glance every time that Hotch gave a smile in your direction.

"Where have you been all afternoon?" JJ asked after the starter course, and you almost choked on your drink. Prentiss hadn't told her. Surely she hadn't.

"er-well, I went for a walk most of the afternoon. Wanted to see the city," you lied, hoping it sounded as smooth as possible. Lying to profilers - a skill that you didn't think you had. A skill you probably didn't have from the way that JJ was looking at you.

"Really? We saw you leaving Hotch's room earlier," Reid burst out without thinking and you noted the way that Morgan elbowed him.

Shit. Three people had caught you in one day.

If only that damned man had let you leave when you wanted to.

"What? But you said you hadn't seen Y/N," JJ then focused to Hotch. His face was dead-pan, but you saw the little glint in his eyes. He was trying to come up with a lie too.

"They knocked on just after you both left," He said, and you almost burst out laughing. This was so stupid.

The team all nodded and seemed to leave the conversation alone, and you sighed an internal sigh of relief. Even if a few of them did know about the secret, it was going to be unspoken of. That suited you just fine.

That was what you thought, though. What neither you or Hotch expected was to find the team all in Hotch's room after dinner. You'd both taken a separate car to the restaurant, leaving ample time for the team to get into Hotch's room and wait patiently to prove their theory.

The secret was definitely out when you and Hotch stumbled into his room, both of you kissing and grabbing each other desperately. A cough disturbed both of your moans.

You both turned around. The team all sat on Hotch's bed, grinning at the sight of you both being caught out.

Derek Fucking Morgan had a box of popcorn with him.