#story tag magnolia stay true

[antique-symbolism]

[pennylucky]

a dream of death & fortune ↣ v: 'a knife would do, if the flesh weren't gone'

rating: NR fandom: where the water tastes like wine characters: harebrained demon, traveler word count: 573 tags: intrusion of the mind [ read the rest of 'a dream of death & fortune' on ao3 ] • [ masterlist ]

Sea salt and chocolate -- that was their flavor. Nightmare had never tasted chocolate, but it assumed that was the sweetness seeping from the Traveler's bones. Little children wore chocolate stained clothes, and they had the most wonderful dreams. The Traveler had wonderful dreams, places and faces from far away. Demons like Nightmare spawned locally, they were born into existence by intense emotion, thus they typically stayed in their region of birth. In small populations, there are only so many new dreams.

But the Traveler... whew, what a feast.

Nightmare found them tuckered out under a magnolia tree not far from the park where they first met. Perched on their chest, talons digging in for purchase, Nightmare sifted through the stories, looking for the most promising. Images of painted deserts and trees as wide as a house, an array of odd pets and the children who kept them. There was love, all shapes and hues, some more comforting than others. The further Nightmare dug, the more muddled the dreams became. The demon had brushed up against these types of dreams before in other people -- they were memories blurred by time rather than proper dreams. Some part of the demon's brain told it not to touch those memories, but another part had less control.

Dipping into the Traveler's memories felt like getting caught in a sudden rain shower. Nightmare instantly felt a heavy weight on its shoulders, saliva dripping from its jowls at the deeper sweetness of the soft, fuzzy images. It was swimming in an unknown world, distorted faces of humankind, voices lilting in strange ways, flickers of befores and afters and inbetweens. In the center of the Traveler turned a glowing coal, a calcified heart emitting rays of light; the source of their flavor. Nightmare let a single talon scrape across the surface of the Traveler's heart, leaving a trail of fiery sparks as it passed. With the barest flick of a wrist, the talon lodged deeper, catching in the hard flesh.

The heart shuddered, sending an electric jolt into the demon's hand, up its arm to run the length of its body. The demon yelped, jerking backward, its thin wings flapping in panicked shame as the Traveler's eyes flickered brightly in waking. A pained expression fell upon the Traveler's face, soon falling into confusion as the world around them came into focus. The area around them was empty.

Nightmare clung to the shadows of the tree, careful to stay out of sight, though it supposed the Traveler's eyes could see it even in the pitch of night. The Traveler's long fingers slid across their chest, palm resting in the place their heart should be. The demon watched them take in the dark world, dazed by the experience before tugging their coat tight around their frame and turning to their side with finality.

In its short life, Nightmare had seen many mothers cut fruit for baking. Some fruits only had seeds small enough to eat, others had pits, small heartstones they would carefully cut around. There were children who had dreams of swallowing these heartstones, dreams that ended in death when Nightmare did not interfere. It knew those fruits were more dangerous, that any creature could recklessly bite into one and break a tooth, or choke.

The same must be true for the Traveler. For all the temptation of their sweetness, there was trouble lurking inside which Nightmare did not wish to consume.

[sunjaesol]

first lines tag

thank you @blush-and-books and @bluefirewrites <3 care bears, my beloved

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag (10 of) your favourite authors!

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS

everyone looks worse in the light (unlike you)

- He didn’t want to be here.

you’re the calm in the storm

- The LAPD had many stations around the city.

such a cruel love (loving you)

- “Flynn?”

oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness (and you fill my head with you)

- Her reflection has always intrigued her.  

if there’s a door to heaven, baby, you’re the key

- After practising the guitar until his fingers bled, dying, listening to Alex cry in a room for twenty-five years and getting revived into a “hologram” band by a high school girl, Luke hadn’t expected the hardest thing of all to be his inability to not look at her.

Can't handle the heat? (Try me.)

- “Put that AC on, folks! It’s gonna be a whopping 105 degrees today and it’s not going down any time soon! Best to stay inside and keep your head in the fridge! Next up - “Positions” by Ariana Grande!”

we’re too young to know things like love

- There were a few things Alex loved about the move from LF Public to LF Arts.

only you can make my heart and soul brand new

- “So… that hug, huh?”

your heart is open (i see what's inside)

- For minutes now, Julie has been staring at the wall of the studio with increasing agitation.

i've got this crazy feeling this isn't our first time around

- “Oh my God, are you okay?”

at long last, love has arrived

- The applause was deafening. 

i'll hold your music here inside my hands

- “I know you’re smiling!” Luke yelled after her. “Kill it on the dance floor!”

The Infamous Tale of Luke and Julie's Grand Trip Across America

- The thing about semantics was that is was pretty funny, Luke found. 

and i know i've kissed you before, but i didn't do it right (can i try again?)

- “You never, ever, put me first!”

barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings

- So here was the thing: Luke had visions now.

one single thread of gold (tied me to you)

- Luke gazed up as the garage door opened, revealing Julie in sweats and a steaming cup of tea.

i once believed love would be burnin' red (but it's golden, babe)

- His calloused touch caressed her soft cheeks in disbelief.

SWEET MAGNOLIAS

I Have No Notion of Loving People By Halves

- Good luck, babe!

The Simple Pleasure of Saying True Things

- Kyle stormed downstairs at the sound of glasses clicking and the smell of fresh guacamole.

When I'm with you (it's like everything glows)

- The doorbell rang, late and unexpected.

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I think the pattern is that I’m impatient and usually start in medias res. No setting up the scene, we’re gonna start and you better keep up lmao. Maybe the way the POV is feeling right off the bat, to note at what point in someone’s mental state we’re starting. 

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tagging: @captainkippen @sanssssastark @alexjulies @owenpatrickjoyners @thedeathdeelers and whoever else feels like it <3

[unmeisenshi]

Story: Death Is Not Defeat, pt.5 (FINALE)

Solaris would roar, mega-evolving and speeding towards Sabbath. He would throw a Blazing Eagle, the punch connecting with the Urshifu's stomach and sending him into a nearby building. The Charizard would turn to Urie, grabbing him by his arm. "We're going. Now."

The Mawile would pull away. "No! I'm not leaving her!" He would fight and argue with Solaris, before the Charizard would grab onto his shoulders and shake him.

"Urie! We're taking her with us! She'll be properly buried! Now let's go! Don't let her death be in vain!" Urie would stop fighting, turning his tearful gaze to Solaris'. He would nod, hopping on his back. The Charizard would pick Miles up gently, cradling her and beginning to sprint. "Alright guys. Let's go!"

Everyone would begin running to the exit. Isaak would catch up to Solaris and Urie, panting heavily. He was scuffed and dirty, but otherwise unharmed. "Hey. Everyone in town made it out, yeah?"

Solaris would nod. "Yeah. Florence was able to get everyone escorted out. Why?"

"I've got a plan. A rather dumb one, but a plan nonetheless. It'll get these people away from the mafia and would decimate them. A very powerful spell. We need to get all of the people and ourselves as far away as possible!"

Solaris would nod, and would instruct the others on pushing the people back. Isaak, meanwhile, began flipping through his spell book, landing on the spell he was to cast and beginning to do so. The process on both sides took a long time, but eventually...

"It's ready!" The Delphox fired multiple fireballs into Star Magnolia. Not to hit anything, but setting them as a sort of explosive. Once enough were placed, he shot a slow moving orb that floated through the gate to the city.

"Take this, you bastards!" With one final push, Isaak's staff glowed a deep purple. It took all of his might to hold it in place. "Eternal..." And with a single swing of his staff, all of the fireballs reacted to the orb that was sent in. They all began to shake violently, before detonating.

...CONFLAGRATION!" Isaak's voice echoed loudly as the entire city was set ablaze. A large fireball formed that engulfed the entire city, and blew the brick walls apart. As soon as the spell was cast, Isaak fell to the ground. Zane would rush over, picking him up and checking his condition.

"He's still alive. Out cold, though." Zane would carry him back to the team, and the group would fly back home.

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Avett would recoil at seeing the state that Misha and Beck were in. And the team would begin to mourn upon seeing Angel.

Many days would pass, both the Silvally and the Sylveon being buried outside of their house. Everyone was on edge. Each grieving the loss of their teammates. Avett spent his days operating on Misha and Beck, and would return with devastating news.

"Guys... Misha and Beck... They're bad, I won't sugar coat it." He would sigh. "I was able to get their bones mostly healed or replaced with metal rods, but... They won't be fighting fit ever again."

Everyone remained quiet. They didn't know how to feel about all of this. Solaris felt a bit responsible. He felt like things could have ended differently had the three tagged along. He had left them, and they got seriously hurt.

"Son of a bitch!" His voice cracking at the end, Solaris would stand up, lashing out by punching a wall. It left a decent sized dent in the wall. Tears would flow from his eyes, the dragon placing a claw over his eyes. He was taking everything incredibly hard. Not to mention Urie. He was out back sitting near Miles' grave. That's when Solaris looked to the team, and sighed.

"Guys... This will not be easy to hear, but..." He took a deep breath. "We need to get stronger. This event... It's shown me that... There are tougher enemies out there. Ones that we'll run into eventually. And with our combined team now short four members... We'll need to get stronger."

Solaris would get a bit choked up. "I'm instructing all of you... To leave Flora. Go somewhere far away from here, and train. Train, and get stronger. We'll meet back here in..." Solaris got choked up once again. The length of time he had in mind was incredibly long. Taking a deep breath, he continued. "We'll meet back here in three years."

Everyone remained silent. Three years to train. Three years away from the team. From home. It was a tough pill to swallow. But no one could argue that what Solaris was saying was true. Everyone needed to get stronger. To be able to take on any for, and to not let their friends die. Everyone nodded in agreement, wiping tears away as they let the news sink in.

Solaris nodded back. "I know this is selfish, but thank you for going with it. It's for the best that we all get stronger. I'll stay here with Urie, train him personally." The Charizard would sigh. "Well, I'll give you guys two days to get ready. To say your goodbyes to mates, and to mentally prepare."

Everyone nodded once more, and everyone would head off in their own direction, using the time they have left to prepare. Solaris would head out back, walking up to Urie. A gust of wind made the hills roll. Various flowers were placed around the two graves. "Hey, kiddo. How are you holding up?"

Urie would sigh. "How do you think?" The Charizard would wince slightly. "I had her, Sol. I had her. And I... I lost her."

The Charizard would sit down next to the Mawile. He would pull him in for a hug, holding him firmly. "I know, kiddo. I know... Things like this are hard to deal with. But you have to keep your head held high. Have to keep moving forward. It's what she would have wanted you to do, you know?"

Urie would push his head into Solaris' chest, beginning to cry into it. The Charizard lightly rubbed the Mawile's back as he did, letting a few tears fall from his eyes as well.

"Listen, Urie. We'll all be leaving to train soon. We'll be away for three years. You'll be with me. I'll be training you personally. I'll give you the time to grieve, but know that these next three years will be used to turn the pain of loss into a drive to get better. To get stronger. And we'll bring you on as a member of our team. So that you have a place to call home."

Urie would continue to cry, and would nod. "Okay... I'll... Get stronger for her... For all of you... I want... I want to make sure no one else dies..."

Solaris would pay Urie's back lightly. "That's good to hear, kiddo." The two would sit outside for a bit longer, watching the wind blow the grass and silently remembering their friends.

END

[may8344]

The Journey of a Forgotten Soldier (Levi x OC)

Relationships:

Alana Frey (OC)Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)/Original Female Character(s)Levi Ackerman/Alana FreyFurlan Church/Original Character(s)Furlan Church/Alana Frey

Characters:

Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)Furlan ChurchIsabel MagnoliaAlana Frey (OC) - CharacterErwin SmithHange ZoëPetra RalGunther SchultzEld JinnOluo BozadoKeith ShadisSpecial Operations Squad | Squad Levi

Additional Tags:

Graphic Description of CorpsesBlood and InjuryViolenceMurder

Summary:

Alana Frey, a girl born in the Underground City, longed to see the true sunlight every morning that she would wake up. Alongside her comrades: Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, and Levi, Alana’s life as a thug continued with no way around it; until the sudden day she and her companions were offered the deal of a lifetime.

“Once you complete this job, not only will you be generously compensated for your work,

but you will also earn the right to live above ground.”

Word Count: 2.5k

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Chapter 11: Together Forever, Never Apart

“At this rate, we won’t be able to use the flares no matter how long we wait,” Isabel noted, almost in tears due to the helplessness of their situation.

“If Squad Leader Flagon’s sound grenade is still working, then we might be able to meet up with him if we’re lucky,” Furlan jumped in trying to calm down the redhead.

“Scouting is hopeless. I can only see a few meters at best. It’s almost as if I could hear Titans breathing around us.”

“Yeah… this is bad you two. After all, if Erwin gets eaten, we won’t be able to get the papers back.” His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sound that rang through the air. “A sound grenade! Was it our squad?! It wasn’t that far. Sounds like we might be able to join them somehow, but… Levi.”

Both him and Isabel gave Levi a determined look. The ravenette pondered the idea of going after Erwin in this weather and under these handful of bad circumstances. Erwin could be eaten at any moment, his squad was somewhere else alone, Alana was missing, it was downpouring rain, and Titans were everywhere just waiting to pounce. However, he had to make a choice: stay and fight with his friends or go alone and retrieve the document.

“I’m going alone.”

That had thrown off the other two as they stared at him with shock.

“You two join up with Flagon. I’ll get the documents and then… I’ll be the one to kill him. I won’t let him get eaten by a Titan.”

“I’m going too, Big Bro!” Isabel declared.

“Isabel.” Levi looked at the redhead with calm but determined eyes. “What do you think? Just me, or Flagon and Sairam? Who’s more likely to become Titan chow?” His words had made the emerald-eyed girl falter. “If the four of you stay together, it’ll raise their chances of survival.”

“Levi!” Furlan yelled as he urged his horse to ride side-by-side to Levi’s. “Keep your cool and think! If you wait a little longer, the fog might clear up!”

“Are you saying the Titans will wait until then?” He replied sharply.

“Nevermind that, just listen! We don’t know where the Titan’s will appear in a situation like this! Acting alone is dangerous!”

“I heard you already!” Levi yelled back. Unlike his normal stoic character, the silver-eyed man began to lose his patience. “I can do it by myself! Trust me!”

The two men stared each other down as if testing their determination. The blond was the first to break the silence. “Is that an order, Levi?”

“An order? Why does it have to come to that? I’m just…” He sighed,” You two…”

Suddenly, Furlan had a grin on his face at the sight of seeing Levi hesitate. A small chuckle left his lips and he gave a reassuring nod to Levi. “Fine, I’ll trust you. Don’t die.”

“Make sure you come back, Big Bro!”

Levi gave one more look at the two before rushing ahead.

The rain began to pour even harder as Levi shielded his eyes. “Tch, I can’t see an inch in front of me. I guess I have to rely on instinct… If I continue forward and to the left, I can use the second row as a marker, and right into the centre. Don’t die until I get there, Erwin.”

[~]

“Magnolia! Church!” Flagon called out, relieved to see more of his team. “So you’re okay!”

Both Sairam and Flagon were together, but Alana was nowhere to be seen. Anxiety bubbled up in Furlan’s chest as he wondered where his ravenette friend could be. “Hey, where’s Alana? Have you seen her?”

Sairam shook his head. “No, I thought she was with you.”

“You’re kidding,” Furlan let out an angry sigh.

“Maybe she met up with another squad. Or…” He trailed off, not wanting to put the bad ideas in the universe.

“There’s no way in hell that she’s dead! She’s one of the strongest people I know. She can’t be dead ‘cause of a stupid Titan!” Furlan argued back. Alana was somebody important to him; someone he vowed to protect.

“I remember her,” Alana whispered to Furlan. “Isabel, I mean.”

They were lying alone on their backs together in their dimly lit bedroom, whispering stories and conversations. It was only a couple hours ago since Isabel had barged into their household.

“You remember her?” Furlan questioned, confused by her statement. “You mean before today? How?”

Alana shifted under their blanket onto her side, her face somber. “I saw her maybe two or three years ago in an alley, not long before we met you. She was really skinny and malnourished. A lot of people around her were starved, while others were dead. I was thinking of letting her tag along with Levi and I, but I... I hesitated.”

“You couldn’t have known. What if she suddenly turned tail and decided to hurt you or Levi? And having to teach her how to fight while trying to feed all of you would be difficult.”

Her crystal blue eyes darted up to his, appalled. “How did you know what I was thinking?”

He merely scoffed at her sudden shock as he laid the back of his head in his arms on top of his pillow. “Lana, I’ve known you for... what, two years now? I know how you work.”

She fidgeted with her beaten up ring in embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah. It’s just… I regret not being there for her back then. If I was, she might have had a better couple of years. She’d actually have some food and… and a better chance of survival-”

“You saw herself in you.”

Alana frowned. As much as she wanted to chide him for cutting her off again, she couldn’t help but admit that he was right. She really had seen a child version of herself within Isabel.

“I hope you know, I’ll never let you suffer like that again.” Furlan declared boldly as he moved onto his side, one elbow propping him up. “You’re not going to suffer or die on my watch. I swear to it.”

The ravenette frowned at his words. "Don’t say that kind of stuff…” She mumbled with a hoarse voice. Alana shifted onto her back again and hid the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes with the back of her arm. “We don’t know what’s going to happen. Ever.”

“I won’t let you end up like your parents, Alana.” Furlan gently pried her arm off her face, staring into her bright blue eyes. “I promise you. Do you trust me?”

There was a moment of silence between them. While Furlan remained sturdy and calm, Alana’s mind flooded with the memories of her parents, and how they ended up dying. About how she was forced to run alone on the streets for years, trying to survive. The world had been cruel to her all of her life. Even so, the dedicated blond in front of her swore to protect her with everything he had. She had no choice but to give in.

“I trust you.”

“What happened to Levi?” Sairam’s voice broke through his memory.

“Uh… We got separated in the fog,” The redhead responded, trying to cover up their missing friend.

“But he should have heard the sound grenade! Is he… dead?”

“Of course he isn’t!” Isabel screamed, “Levi will come back! Bet on it!”

[~]

Levi’s horse was suddenly pulled to a halt. In front of him, at least five soldiers were sprawled dead on the ground. Horses laid alongside their riders with cuts and broken bones sticking out of their hide. He had made it to his marker, the spot in between him and his target.

But he hadn’t expected to see dismembered soldiers.

“So this is… what happens after a Titan eats you,” he murmured to himself. Slowly, his gaze dropped to the large footprints on the ground. They may have been shaped like humans, but their size was incomparably large. “The footprints…” His eyes widened in fear. “Shit, they’re leading back behind me!”

Jerking the reins, he directed his horse to head back in the direction he came; to the area where his squad was. “Those bastards… Hurry!” He urged his ride as much as possible. Tilting his body down, he rode close to the saddle, hoping he’d make it in time. “There’s too many. They’ll be overwhelmed.”

As Levi made his way to the section his squad was in, he was almost hit by an on-the-run horse. Making his way past the fog, he was shocked at the far distant sight in front of him. There were at least five Titans surrounding the area, and in one’s mouth, Sairam’s body hung.

Tear’s flooded the wounded soldier’s eyes as he helplessly stabbed at the lips of the Titan chewing on him. Blood started dripping from his mouth, and he was losing hope. The man’s powerless cries reverberated around the area.

“Sairam!” Flagon screamed, arriving on his horse while being chased by another Titan. “Don’t move! I’m coming to get you!”

“Squad Leader! Stay back!” Sairam cried, completely petrified. “Run while you can!”

“Sairam!”

“Take care! I’ll see you on the othe-” The Titan’s large hand shoved the remaining part of Sairam’s body into its mouth, cutting off Sairam’s last words. Blood was splattered everywhere, red mixing with the rain.

Levi took no time to keep his horse moving forwards. He wasn’t in range to use his ODM Gear to propel him there quicker, and no trees were in sight. “Furlan! Isabel!” He called out. Dreadfully, his cries were inaudible to his comrades.

“Sairam!” Isabel shrieked at the sight of her squad member’s terrible death, holding onto her reins and not paying attention to her situation.

“Forget him, you idiot! Run!” Furlan yelled beside her on his horse. “There’s no way we can take on five of them in this rain! We need to scatter for now!”

As the blond readjusted his eyes forwards, he was met with the face of a large Titan hidden behind the fog. Yanking his horse away as quickly as possible, he was unsuccessful in completely escaping. The hoof of his animal twisted in the mud, flinging the rider off. The large, brown horse had fallen directly onto Furlan’s leg and part of his gear.

“Furlan!” The redhead hollered, riding towards her fallen comrade.

“Shit! Hurry, you shitty horse!” Levi was practically begging, kicking its side. That sudden movement startled the animal, and it had stumbled down just like Furlan’s. Unlike him, though, the ravenette jumped off and continued running towards the remainder of his squad, though a lot slower now. “Furlan!”

As the sudden Titan reached out his meaty fingers towards the struggling blond, Isabel jumped in with her ODM Gear, attacking the hands of the monster. Successfully cutting off four of the five fingers with a battle cry, she moved rapidly to cut the nape. Despite having the perfect momentum and angle, the Titan moved its head away, causing her to tear through its left shoulder instead.

Prepared to send another attack, she landed on the back of the Titan while being held up by her grappling hooks. Nevertheless, due to the rain, her boots had lost their grip and she slipped forwards. The top of her head slammed straight into the large spine of the Titan, almost knocking her unconscious. Isabel dangled from her wires, trying to open her eyes.

But instead of being met with the sight of Levi coming to her rescue per usual, her vision was filled with a Titan’s disgusting face.

Her emerald eyes shot open with recognition, but she didn’t have enough time to react. Instead, the beast’s mouth hung wide open over her, about to chomp down. Her usual determined face contorted into pure fear. Her eyes swam with tears as she knew it was the end for her.

“Big… bro.”

A disgusting chomp resonated all around as Levi and Furlan watched with terror. Their friend--practically little sister--was gone. The Titan, who just consumed Isabel, rammed into the back of the now fingerless Titan due to its extra momentum. While the blond was frozen in fear, the ravenette’s face turned stone-cold as he ran faster and faster, brandishing his blade.

The two large Titans fell from the impact onto Furlan’s horse. Freeing himself, Furlan scooched back. “Isabel…” he murmured as he witnessed the Titan’s face full of the redheads' blood. “You bastard!” He roared, wielding his own blade. He pulled on the trigger that launched his wires, but nothing came out. “Huh!? Shit just my luck that it’s broken!”

In a flash, a figure latched its ODM Gear onto the back of the Titan’s neck, slashing the nape out. The large monster fell face-first into the mud, dead and steaming. “How could I run off and abandon my squad!?” The person, Flagon, shouted at Furlan. As the squad leader landed, he pointed away from the attackers with his sword. “Church, look for a horse! The survivors should run!”

“Behind you!” The blond yelled, rushing towards his confused leader. “There’s another one!”

Swiftly, another meaty hand swung over and picked up Flagon. The poor man was yanked harshly to the side as he coughed up blood. Jerking his head back to his enemy, he saw an agape mouth ready to feast. Squeezing his eyes shut, the leader prepared himself for his head to be crushed by the disgusting teeth of the Titan.

“Squad Leader!” Furlan called out one last time. Glancing down at his broken gear, he pounded his fists against it, “Move! You can handle that, right!?” Knowing it was hopeless, he sighed in defeat. “So this is it then… really.” The hungry TItan, after gnawing on Flagon’s body, turned towards the blond, reaching out its hand again. “Oh, what the hell. C’mon, you big fuckers! Let’s go!” He sliced off one of its fingers with his blade from his position on the ground.

“Furlan!” Levi yelled, as he finally was able to latch his ODM Gear onto the Titan's arm. He was so close. The rushing ravenette gripped his handles tighter, squeezing the trigger as far as it would go, doing anything he could to make it in time.

But the Titan had already grabbed his best friend.

Finally hearing the call of his silver-eyed comrade, Furlan’s head whipped towards Levi’s quickly approaching figure. Unfortunately, he was already aware that the ravenette’s speed wouldn’t be enough. Slowly, the blond raised his free hand, giving his remaining friend his typical small, farewell wave as he had always done in the Underground. Closing his baby-blue eyes, he muttered his final words. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you until the end, Lana.”

Right as Levi reached the Titan and cut off the arm that had a hold of Furlan, he realized he was too late. His friend had been bit in half.

All that remained was Furlan’s boot as it fell down into the dark rain puddle beneath them.

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[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

gghgghhgg SILVA IS REALLY THE CHILD OF ALYSSUM AND MUGO ??!!! I knew Mugo was like an adoptive father but ... Mugo knows that Silva is really his daughter? I think Silva doesn't know. but if mugo knows ... how he understood that she is his daughter ??? especially that he doesn't know that Alyssum had an egg !! and Alyssum have not seen Silva yet. she can't say it's her daughter! ;-;

Oh man, y’all gotta understand I absolutely love how much their story sounds like a soap opera~! 8D

Short answer: Yes, Silva is Mugo’s and Alyssum’s child. No, Alyssum doesn’t know her baby survived (thank you Gambit, you’re the best mom!). Yes, Mugo somewhat figured it out but he isn’t sure yet, Amalma is suppose to confirm it for him. No, Silva doesn’t know aaaaanything~!

Long answer under the cut~

Well, Mugo and Alyssum obvious had their intimate moments while dating and while my logic of “female chooses if eggs are fertile or not by deciding to lay them in the first place”, Alyss picked to have just one for this occasion. I figure eggs themselves don’t have to be in the egg too long before larvae hatches and has to be nurtured with food so it can molt and grow until they cocoon themselves to actually reach a stage of the anthropomorphic look, AKA baby 2.0., so they can develop other skills and not just through fetus like stage as larvae. (uhh sorry if this is confusing, I’m trying to do logic but it’s literally cartoon bugs...)

Anyways, Alyssum dumped Silva sometime after hatching. While Mugo got her letter to come meet her for the “little surprise”, he obviously refused to show up (he had every right to do that), Alyssum had no use of the baby and just left her at crossroads to die. No one knows about, no one hears about, dangerous place... perfect baby dumping situation with no evidence~

Of course, Gambit found Silva soon after some time after her poker night with Sly, coming back to the entrance of the mines and passing by near the tram to find her and adopted her. 

So you have both parents kind of being quiet for about 20 years, each doing their own thing and no one really knowing anything.

Then you have our sweet Yonna who met Silva then some time later, while Silva was busy OBSESSING OVER TRYING TO RID OF INFECTION IN THE MINES BY HERSELF (gods...), Yonna also met Mugo by chance while on the way to colosseum. Mugo got a little attached to both her and Rham due to sharing quite a bit of interest (like disliking the nobles and having weird/abusive parents and intimate traumas... haha), he sort of got attached to being Yonna’s weird uncle.

During the whole coli mess with Zeeke, they also met Amalma, who works for Alyssum’s White Magnolia as a spy, being on the mission. She knew about Mugo’s existence because her clan shares some information and keeps them safe regarding Magnolia members. From Alyssum’s claim, Mugo is a creep who hurt her and that’s a story that’s been within the inner circle of the members.

Admittedly, Amalma attacked moment thinking he was creepy and harassing Yonna. She kind of got concerned for the moth and tailed them for most of the stay until Mugo and Amalma almost fought and Yonna stopped them, demanding they all have a talk.

Things were cleared out but the fact that Alyssum resurfaced in Mugo’s life by hearing she’s been saying he’s a nasty harasser of nice girls really got him mad and upset. Amalma learned that wasn’t true, at least, and she somewhat got attached to the group.

SOOOO the whole shabang with Zeeke and the vessels and getting banned from the coli happened and Yonna, Rham and Mugo head back to the Crystal Peak to meet up Silva again. Taka let them know via dreams Silva wasn’t fine and they kind of zoomed back home, Yonna having to save her arse and memories. Mugo tagged along because he honestly didn’t want to just leave for work without seeing Yonna and her supposed crazy girlfriend will be fine.

After the whole unlocking Silva’s memories deal, Mugo was asked to stay a bit longer. He didn’t really want to rush and leave, getting to really love some company and understanding family vibe after being a lone wolf for so long.

So the gang chilled at the peaks, Mugo was having issues with looking at maskless Silva but didn’t quite click why for him yet. He also tended to be harsh with words towards her but Yonna would draw attention to it and he’d apologize.

Then... this fun conversation happened~

It was dinner time, Rham was basically cracking Mugo’s spine with stretches and massages and Silva and Yonna talked about whether Mugo is a moth or a butterfly, Silva never really understanding the difference. The two curiously and playfully went to ask him and while Mugo was on the floor groaning in pain, he replied with something like “What sort of butterfly has a mane like this?”

To that, Silva got a little concerned and said “I’m a butterfly though” and they started to chatter about Silva’s past and parents. She said she couldn’t know, she was found at the Crossroads, near tram station, adopted by the miners and that was the story Gambit told her, to which Rham confirmed because he remembered.

Cue Mugo’s anxiety jumping sky high (hehe). He figured “no, the location must be a coincidence” but the very accurate coincidence made him remember the letter... Mugo then started asking them questions, last one being “Silva, how old are you again?”. She replied the exact number of years since he got the letter.

Cue Mugo entering panic attack. He hopped up to his feet, briefly apologized while hyperventilating and hurried outside for some air. Yonna was too familiar with the reaction so she went to be support for him while Silva and Rham stayed behind, Rham explaining to Silva he had a rough past with someone and that the talk might have triggered something.

Mugo hasn’t taken off his mask at this point... But he had to. He couldn’t breathe and with Yonna around, he took his mask off. Rather similar to the ask I drew and reply, he had to pace and take time to breathe before calming down and explaining to Yonna what’s happened with Alyssum and the letter...

Of course, Silva’s looks were somewhat a giveaway too but neither was too certain. So Yonna assured him to wait and see, not tell Silva anything until they are fully certain. Mugo told Rham later but Silva is absolutely oblivious.

They had a chance to meet Amalma again because she was hiding from Zeeke’s assassin going after her to kill her for carrying information she got about Zeeke. It was during Pim’s kidnapping and after the group was almost killed in fire by said assassin. They stayed at Dirtmouth and Amalma hid there for a little while. She spoke to Mugo and he asked her to check for information at Highgrove and see if Alyssum ever bore a child.

Upon Amalma’s return to Highgrove (that has yet to happen but very soon), Alyssum has already spoken to Zeeke... who mentioned Mugo to her... so now she knows Amalma did as well because she helped stop Trail when she was after Pim’s life. Luckily, Amalma knows how to lie. She acted as if Mugo was the scum Alyssum talked about to be more convincing.

“So you confirm there is a young, wingless moth girl very close to him?”

“.... yes.”

“Uhuhu, how his gentleman persona has rotten. Say, if they’re close, you wouldn’t mind fetching the said moth girl for me, wouldn’t you, Amalma dear?”

“... anything you wish, mistress.”

“Good. I’ll leave that task to you then.”

[iwillbeinmynest]

Hold On Loosely - Biker!Steve x Reader(f)      Chapter 9

Authors Notes:  If you’d like to be tagged please send me an ask. I keep better track of tags that way.

Word Count: 1k

Special Thanks: Here’s to @itsanerdlife for fueling my Biker obsession and being my Beta for this whole thing. To my girl over at @girl-next-door-writes who also beta’ed for me. And an extra shout out to @bettercallsabs for this beautiful graphic. She is amazing and y’all need to check her out!!

Notes/Warnings: (My notes and warnings are for the story as a whole. Some notes and Warnings will not apply to every chapter.) smoking (I do not support smoking. keep your lungs clean y’all.) drinking, (be of age, don’t be stupid) minor violence, backstabbing, attempted murder, anxiety, stress, mentions of death, car accident, trauma, …I think that’s it. let me know if I’ve missed something.

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Steve pulled back up to Y/N house to see the living room light still on. He pulled off his helmet and ran a hand over his face then through his hair. 

 He didn’t know where he was going when he left earlier but hopefully what he did will make up for his stupidity in her office. Never in his life had he made such a mess out of talking to a girl. He was worried he couldn’t provide enough for her, sure. But he hadn’t meant to imply that she was only with Danny for the luxury of his income. That was just...stupid and not true. She was a better woman than that. 

 He knocked on the front door and heard a soft shuffle followed by the deactivating of the alarm. He listened to her unlock the door and he took a deep breath.

 When Y/N opened the door she was met with the saddest looking bouquet of daisies she’d ever seen and behind those were the puppy dog eyes of the vice president of the Rebel Brotherhood. She couldn’t help herself and opened the door wider for him to come in; not that she’d have left him out there.

 “I’m so sorry.” Steve apologized as she shut the door behind him. “I have this habit of just talking till I’ve ruined everything.”

 “Mmm.” She bit her lips and nodded. 

 Steve extended his arm to hand her the flowers but hesitated. “These look terrible but they were the only ones the gas station had-” Steve’s eyes went wide. “I didn’t- you deserve better than gas station flowers but I didn’t want to be gone long and it was the closest stop and-”

 Y/N took the flowers and put a hand over his mouth. 

 “I hope you don’t discuss club business like this. It really throws off your ‘tough-guy’ persona.” She smirked. “Thank you for the flowers.” She took them out of his hand and went to get a vase from the kitchen. 

 She called out to him from around the corner and he followed her voice. He watched her from the kitchen doorway; he realized it was his favorite place to watch her in any room.

 “I was going to watch a movie, would you like to watch with me?”

 “I’d love to watch you- with you! I’d love t-… Yeah, a movie sounds good.” He flushed and rubbed the back of his head.

 Y/N didn’t embarrass him any further. She just grabbed her coffee with one hand and Steve’s hand with the other and took them both to the couch. 

 It blew Steve away at just how easy it was for him to feel comfortable with her so quickly again.  She’d sat beside him and settled against his side and under his arm. 

 Thirty minutes into the movie- he didn’t know what they were watching and he really didn’t care- she paused it and turned to him.

 “You don’t get to decide what I deserve, Steve.” Although she had every right to be angry with him, her tone was soft and kind. 

 Steve wanted to speak up and tell her how much he understood that. That it was all a result of a nervous habit that he’d had as a child but, he stayed quiet and let her continue.

 “I spent three years telling myself that I didn’t deserve to move on. That no one would ever be as good to me or make me feel the way Danny did and so, I’d just have to embrace the mantle of widow. I almost let that title define me. Then,” The corners of her lips twitched into the start of a smile, “I was abandoned at a seedy biker bar,”

 Steve smirked and nodded. 

 “And I met you. And what you make me feel, although different than Danny, is just as special. You can’t replace him,”

 Steve chewed on the inside of his cheek.

 “But I’m not looking to replace the life I had. I need something new. I need something good. And you are the essence of good, Steven Rogers.”

 He shook his head and inhaled but she cut him off.

 “If you argue with me to convince yourself that I’m wrong, and we have to deal with another Steve-Rogers-word-vomit mess I’ll sick Wanda on you.”

 Steve leaned in and kissed her. He let his hand rest on the tender skin where her neck meets her shoulder and he rubbed his thumb along the soft spot beneath her ear which made her hum.

 “How did a guy like me get so lucky to have met a girl like you?” He asked her.

 “I don’t need fancy gifts or dinners,” She went on. “I don’t need an expensive house. I just need someone to be there for me. I need someone I can count on, that I'm not going to lose.”

 “If I’ve got you, you’re never getting rid of me. Got that?” He raised his brows and held her chin in his fingers.

 “Does that mean you want me to be your old lady?” Her face was almost blank, as if she were prepared to be rejected despite all they’d confessed.

 “I want you to be whatever you want to be to me, as long as you’re with me.”

 Y/N wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck and kissed him before pulling him onto a hug. When she pulled back she was laughing.

 “What?” Steve couldn’t fight the smile that he’d caught from her. “What’d I do?”

 She pointed to the kitchen and Steve turned to look. 

 “My flowers are already dead.” She snickered.

 Sure enough, when Steve looked at the island counter, he saw that gas station bouquet wilted and browning on the edges. 

 He hung his head and sighed. “I promise you, I will get you real flowers soon.”

 “I don’t care about the flowers, baby. I’m just glad to have you.”

 “Wait,” Steve looked at her with a look that could only be described as adoration. “Say that again.”

 “I don’t care about the flowers?” She ticked her head to the side.

 “No,” He smiled. “The next part.”

 Her confusion melted into something more tender. “Baby.”

 He closed his eyes and pulled her onto his lap, chest to chest. “Yeah, that.”

 “Well who’d’ve thought. Big scary biker Steve likes to be called ‘baby’.” She leaned down and slowly peppered him with kisses that he eagerly returned.

 “Only by you, sweetheart.” He kissed her hard. “Only by you.”

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26 Gruvia for the request tag pretty please 😊

Yes! Thank you for the request! This is such a sweet one. The newest chapter of 100YQ was so inspirational for this. :)

Gruvia “Those things you saidyesterday… did you mean them?”

           Itwas raining. Which, on any other day, Gray would brush off as normal, but onlyseconds ago the sun had been shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Hecould only think of one person that could change the weather to dreadful thatquickly—and it worried him. People who had been in the streets were rushing toget under cover out of the downpour, but Gray moved through the sheeting rainwith purpose.

           “Gray!!!”Lucy came dashing out from under the awning of a building, holding her bagabove her head, sprinting to catch up to him. “You’re going to catch a cold.”Gray eyed her clothes.

           “Tsk,speak for yourself. You should’ve stayed under the awning.”

           “Doyou think something happened? This storm rolled in so fast.”

           Graydidn’t respond. Worried. I’m worriedsomething happened. Juvia had been hanging around him yesterday, happy.Something had changed that.

           “Doyou think it’s Juvia?”

           Graypaused, glancing up at the dark clouds, letting drops of rain splatter on his cheeksand roll down to his chin. “I don’t know.” ButI’m going to find out. He picked up his pace, moving more quickly throughthe abandoned streets. Lucy dodged an abandoned cart to stay side-by-side.

           “I shouldcome with you. Juvia’s my friend. Maybe I can help.”

           “Maybe.”But he knew she couldn’t. In fact, he was certain he knew exactly what washurting Juvia. He had said something he shouldn’t have said, yesterday, whenthey were together. He had been in a bad mood—irritated. He knew that it would stick with her, driveher crazy. And yet he had done nothing besides apologize, with his coolexterior as always. And Juvia… well, as Erza was always pointing out to him… Juvia was a woman of action. Words werenice, but actions spoke louder. And so far, what had he done to prove that he hadbeen wrong, that his feelings—his true feelings—were real?  “You have to show her how you feel in actions, Gray,” Erza hadsaid. Tsk. Erza. Always butting her noseinto my business. But… he knew she was right.

           Graystopped again, in the middle of the street, rain pouring down on his shoulders.Lucy’s clothes were getting wet, but she still held her bag over her head withdetermination. “Actually,” Gray sighed, crossing his arms. “Maybe it would bebetter if I go alone.”

           “Eh?But Gray, this is Juvia! Are you sure?” Lucy’s eyes widened.

           “Yeah.”He smiled a little. “I know what I’m doing. I think I even know what made herupset in the first place.”

           “Well…Alright. But if she needs a girl to talk to, I’ll be right here until the stormpasses!” Lucy plopped down under the awning of another building—a littlestorefront.

           “Thanks,Lucy.” Gray waved before continuing on his way. What am I getting myself into? Everything seemed… not wrong, necessarily,but he was getting anxious. He hadn’t ever told Juvia how he really felt before—notreally. Once he had told her that she belonged to him, but… that wasn’t all itwas. No, she was everything to him.How could he put that in words?

           Hereached her door, the rain seemed to be pouring even harder here, like the eyeof a storm. He knew she was inside, he could see her figure in the littlewindow of her apartment, just a story above him. He reached out a hesitant handand knocked. There was no answer for a long moment—a breath. Then the dooropened and Juvia stared out at him, dark circles under her eyes, her hair amess, the sleeve of her shirt hanging off her shoulder. She didn’t sayanything. She didn’t have to. She could see the tears in her eyes. Damn. I messed up. How do I always end upmessing up?

           “J-Juvia.I came to apologize—”

           “Thosethings you said yesterday,” she whispered, interrupting him, her eyes boringholes straight to his heart. “Did you mean them?” She asked the question likeher very life depending on the answer. Gray could feel his own heart poundingin his chest, even above the sound of the rain—threatening to break free.

           “No,”he whispered. “Not in a million years could those words ever be true.”

           Juviastared up at him with wild eyes, reaching out, she pressed a hand against hisbare chest, stepping out into the rain with him. “Then tell Juvia the truth.”

           Heknew she could feel his pounding heart, he wished she could also feel howanxious he was, how scared he was. He thought once that he had lost her—that seemedlike ages ago now. He couldn’t lose her again. Not to something as petty as hisown fears and anxieties. He reached out to cup her face with his hands.

           “Juvia,you’re my everything. You mean theworld to me,” he whispered, “and I love you.”He laughed softly, brushing a tear—or a drop of rain—away from her eye with histhumb, “Dammit, I love you more than anything.” And then he leaned over to finally kiss her. He had to admit he hadimagined the moment once or twice, but reality was far superior to anything hecould have ever dreamed up. The moment their lips met, and he tasted sweetpetrichor and apples, the rain stopped and the sun burst through the clouds inan instant—dancing through water droplets and casting rainbows across thestreets of Magnolia. Or maybe that was a trick of the eye… or a trick of theheart.

           Allthat mattered was Juvia was right where she belonged, in Gray’s arms at last.When she pulled away her eyes were still teary, but she was beaming, her armswrapped around his shoulders. “Say it again, Gray-sama,” she giggled. “TellJuvia about your love.”

           “Don’tpush your luck,” Gray mumbled, heat rushing to his cheeks.

           “Please,Gray-sama. For Juvia?”

           Grayglanced down at her pleading eyes, her pouting lips. He groaned, pressing hisforehead to hers and then dropped his voice to a whisper, “I love you.”

           “Juvialoves you too.”

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[tiffany-of-wales]

Tag meme

tagged by: @latristereina

I learnt a lot about my dear friend and I hope you learn something new too about me😀

jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed? -- I'm not really into mythical creatures but I quite enjoy mountain trolls particularly in "Herr Mannelig" legend

lavender; soundcloud or vinyls? -- I have no idea how soundcloud works as it is not popular in Russia but I use vinyls neither🤷🏻‍♀️

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read? -- Hmm, good question. I guess, "To kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee as it is deep and sensual. Anyway, I highly recommend you all "Lady Macbeth of the Mtsensk District" by Nikolai Leskov

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets? -- My mother often shares clothes with me but I enjoy my own shirts and jackets too

bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month? -- I passed my math exam) Actually, I enjoy every day of my life.

gardenia; what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself? -- That I will try to be more pious and good in my thoughts.

lion’s fairytale; would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests? -- The forests

whirling butterflies; would you kiss the last person you kissed again? -- As I am ill now, no🍵😥

marmalade skies; do you plan your outfits? -- Of course!

apricot drift; how do you feel right now?--Tired, ill but ready to recover

everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having? -- It is very awkward but... Me being a wife to Ewan McGregor🤣

queen’s cup; what are you craving right now? -- Hmm... Going to Rome?

lavender dream; turn ons/offs? -- shy smiles/lack of manners

water lilly; when was the last time you cried? -- A week ago, I guess

lily of the valley; did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize?

-- I do not remeber it, to be honest, but I forgave this person anyway😊

winterberry; do you bite or lick your ice cream? -- Both

honey perfume; favorite movie ever? -- "The Two Popes" or "Angels&Demons". I cannot choose. But if I really have yo, "The Two Popes"

desert rose; do you like yourself? -- I do

snapdragon; have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity? -- A few times

night owl; how many countries have you visited? -- Twenty... It is a long list, to be honest🌍

heliotrope; have you ever been in a castle?

-- Many times. I love Middle Ages culture, so I never miss a chance to visit a castle

creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done? -- Ohh, I do crazy things a lot🤣 Perhaps, when I told my literature teacher that I ship two men of an infamous Russian classical book

lantana; what’s on your mind right now? -- "War and Peace" by Lev Tolstoy

pumpkin patch; what’s your zodiac sign?

-- Gemini... But does it matter?

tulip; name 5 facts about yourself.

1. My favourite actor is Jeremy Irons

2. I have a cat

3. My favourite female historical characters are Lucrezia Borgia and Margaret Beaufort

4. I live in Moscow

5. Tiffany isn't my true name

daphne; do you believe in karma?

Only in God's will. So yes and no

queen of the meadow; ever been in love?

In a romantic way - no

wisteria; whom do you admire and why?

My parents as they are independent, full of joy, hopes and they really love me

angel’s face; what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?

Cinderella

remember me; did you make someone laugh today?

My parents

iris; do you believe in ghosts?

No

lilac; if you could go back in time which time period would you visit?

Late XV century, I guess

caramel kisses; would you want to live forever? why/why not? -- In my religion our souls never die. But if you mean on Earth, no

primula; what makes you sad?

Suffering of innocent creatures

rain lily; was today typical? why/why not?

No, as I have my holidays

queen anne’s lace; who do you trust the most?

My family

Lady’s slipper; what did you have for breakfast today?

Pancakes🍛

forget me not; do you have any regrets looking back in your life?

No regrets

lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe?

ASOIAF, I guess

violet; favorite tv show?

The Borgias, probably

sunflower; share a favorite quote.

God answers all the prayers, but sometimes his answer is 'no'

snowdrop; what does your ideal day look like?

Like my typical day

tiger lily; do you have any hobbies?

Lots of, but my favourite is writing

peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you.

Can't think of any right now

tea rose; what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared?

I don't know

honeysuckle; do you usually date people your age or older/younger?

I have never been in a relationship🤣

sweet pea; who means the world to you?

My family and my friends

love in the mist; best books you’ve ever read?

Ricard III, The Help, In the name of the Family, Margaret Beaufort: The Mother of a Dynasty

foxglove; who is your favorite cartoon character?

Cartoon? Anne Shirley, probably but I know there is also a book

magnolia; coffee or tea?

Tea

crown imperial; would you rather be extremely rich or extremely loved?

Loved, of course

snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person?

A cat person

bell flower; what is your biggest addiction?

Tumblr😂

cosmos; do you ever think about the galaxy?

No, I am not interested in it

moonflower; what’s your favorite color?

The colour of cardinal hat😂

freesia; do you have a good relationship with your parents and siblings? why/why not?

Yes, because... We love and respect each other

sundrop; are you a morning or a night person?

A morning person

poppy; have you ever dealt with a mental illness?

No, thank God

clover; how would your friends describe you?

Pious, childish (someone call me 'sweetly innocent'💕) and a bit of crazy😂

dandelion; do you consider yourself and extrovert or an introvert?

Extrovert

lilly; what’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do?

Say yes to a Dress😂

anemone; describe yourself in 3 words.

Religious, optimistic and traveller

lotus; best memory as a child?

Going to French Disneyland🌟

angelonia; what is your eye and hair color?

Dark chocolate🍪

dahlia; do you like crystals?

No, not really

buttercup; if you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?

I would end poverty

baby’s breath; what’s your hogwarts house?

I don't like Harry Potter, so none

calendula; biggest pet peeve?

Lack of manners

blanker flower; would you rather go to a cocktail party with your best friends or stay home and read a book/watch a movie with your pet?

Cocktail party, aye😊

blazing star; share a secret.

No, thank you

carnation; would you rather live longer or happier?

I'd rather live righteous which means happier to me, but I cannot know how long I will live. I won't suggest

petunia; who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why?

Margaret Beaufort because she was clever, kind and full of hopes no matter what

bluebell; do you wear glasses?

Yes

nymphea; forest or river?

River

orchid; do you like exercise?

No, but I do it anyway🥦

pansy; do you like poetry?

Write or read? Anyway, yes

morning glory; any special talent that you have?

Writing, I guess

I tag: @madonna-la-cardinalessa @the-musical-thot @stellio-vulgaris

if they want, of course.

[sassyhazelowl]

Title: Life is What You Bake It Rating: PG - a few swear words, comedic violence Pairing: Lyon x Erza Secondary Pairings: Lucy x Levy, Gray x Lisanna A/N: A challenge piece. 10k in 10 days. Random pairing, random genre, random AU setting. Bakery AU. @dragonshost @impracticaldemon

Link to Full Story in Google Docs - Comments welcome and appreciated :)

Chapter 10

"Before you go, we have to talk."

Lyon paused in packing the Subaru he'd traded his Roadster in for at the beginning of the summer. Toby, who had been tagging at his heels, also turned to look, ear flopping over comically. While the gangly puppy had become beloved of all in the Heartfilia residence, he'd taken a particular liking to Lyon. Rarely were the two apart, Toby being his second shadow.

"Certainly."

Erza hadn't been expecting such a gracious answer and she lingered nervously to watch him pack the rest of the car. The man had been snappy and short with everyone all week, and Erza hadn't escaped his sharp tongue. Although Gray took the brunt of it; the two had a spectacular fight and weren’t on speaking terms.

Truly, the only one who remained unscathed was Wendy, his teenage student he'd been training to take over his job.

With her, Lyon was all proud smiles and shoulder pats. Erza felt like she was looking at what kind of father he'd be, and she often had to look away, lest she be betrayed by parts that weren’t her brain.

Jellal was gone but she still hadn't sorted out her feelings for Lyon since their talk. And there were feelings, lots of feelings. But the main one was the panicked feeling, like she was running out of time. And now… time was up.

"Have you..." she swallowed, losing her courage by the minute. Facing down a bear raiding a dumpster? No problem, she was fearless. But anything with feelings? She felt lost. Fumbling. Anxious and confused. "Seen the video?"

Lyon shut the trunk, bending down to ruffle the young dog's ears without answering for a long moment. Toby leaned his whole body into the caress, tongue lulling and massive paw dangling in the air. He was going to be a monster of a dog.

"I forgot to."

Forgot? How… that was not something you’d forget.

"But you knew about it. Them. The Youtube channel."

Lyon's gaze was guilty as he looked up to meet her eyes, "I was too distracted to watch, but I spoke with a fan about it at the bakery. Gray puts the tutorial videos up but he never had permission to put up our lessons. I apologize."

This suddenly got a lot harder. She'd been expecting he'd seen and knew what was on the videos. It wasn't exactly something she could put in front of him and surprise him with, the way Jellal had her.

"I will remind him to take those down."

So he hadn’t forgot; not really. He already knew and had no plans to watch them. Well, of course, he was there. He probably wasn’t as oblivious to his feelings as she was.

"Actually," she cut in, holding up the mail she'd been sitting on. After seeing the video, the bakery's success started making more sense. And so did the letters. "I think the reason Fairy Tail is doing so well is because of Youtube. These are fan letters. They are addressed to the bakery..."

"Let me guess, they are addressed to the very cute couple at the bakery?" he added wryly, little humor behind his smile. "People do love that sort of thing."

Did he have to make this so difficult? She was trying to have a serious conversation here, and already he was deflecting with snide words.

"Strange accusations from a romantic," she said firmly, daring him to contradict her. He didn't. Gray had a loose tongue when drunk, and Erza didn't remember much from that night, but she did distinctly remember those words. It seemed funny, since Gray wouldn't know romance if it bit him on the butt.

"There is a lot of hate and distrust and greed in this world. Trust me, I know; I am an attorney. Appreciating love and beauty is a natural response, I believe."

She hadn't expected that. While she appreciated nature and liked other people, she rarely took the time to think about it, let alone appreciate it. She expected him to follow it up with a flirt, but he was watching her quietly.

"True."

"Erza, I..." he stumbled a bit over his words then and she held her breath, "Appreciate your kindness and generosity. And Magnolia for being my second home. Thank you. And... good-bye."

He leaned forward, placing a very chaste but very emotional kiss on her forehead.

Oh no. No. No. No. It was a slow moving horror movie without the monster or music watching him stride to the car, get in and roll down the road.

While she was frozen, the car pulled away down the driveway. She felt like she was losing him forever, and she was not going to do another Jellal because she was afraid of rejection. But she couldn't seem to call out or move.

Toby, on the other hand, sprung into action.

"Toby, no!”

The puppy tore down the road, loping along side the car, sorely put out he was on the outside instead of the inside. As Lyon slowed down, he launched himself through the open window, pulling his body in and landed in the man's lap.

By the time she'd caught up, the two spilled out the door in a tangle of limbs and yelps.

"Someone does not want you to go," she commented, hiding a laugh at his predicament. He grunted as the dog paw hit his gut, and Erza reached down to help him up. He hesitated, their fingers brushing, before committing. She heaved him up with ease, pushing off Toby and pulling him in.

Face to face, he looked hopeful but his tone held flirty bravado, "Is that someone you?"

"It might be."

"It would be awfully rude of me to disappoint a lady."

She moved to shove him but instead her fingers curled into his collar, tugging him close so their noses brushed and pants mingled. Just like when they first met, he met her gaze too long, too openly, but this time she met it back.

"Stay.” It came out a whisper, “Please?"

He gravitated forward so their lips touched softly, smirking, "Well, if you say it so nicely, I have no choice. May I?”

Borrowing one of his favorite phrases, she grinning into the beginning of the kiss, “Certainly.”

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@subitized​ found this for me for Magnolia, Stay True inspiration. I feel like if this book ever gets a proper cover it should be in this style, but as of now I’m just setting this exact image as the cover on NaNoWriMo’s website so I don’t have to look at the weird default cover anymore.

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Separated

anonymous asked: I just love everything you write! ❤️ Can you do something where the reader is married but things are doing really bad with her husband and after one more huge fight, she ends in a bar and meets Rafael/Sonny/Peter (your choice, I’m fine with any of them :p) and he becomes her boyfriend? Just pretty damn good sex at first but he becomes jealous and wants her all by himself :) is that okay to you? Looooove!!!

Thank you so much! For this story I picked Peter, I hope you enjoy!

During your separation you meet Peter Stone.

Warnings: Sex, alcohol, and food mention. Cursing.

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In the process of separating from your husband, you had agreed to split time at the house. One week he’d get the house and one week you did until other arrangements could be made. You tried to make things work, you really did, but he made it so damn hard. It was one fight after another, him putting you down even as you tried to reconcile. During your third week with the house, he decided to be his usual asshole self, and brought his one night stand back. He claimed he “forgot” it was your week but you knew better; he just wanted to hurt you. And it had.  

 So maybe that’s why you were at a bar you’d never heard of in lower Manhattan. You wanted to forget about this awful night before you had to find somewhere to sleep. Wanted to strategize filing for divorce. That was definitely why when a good looking stranger slid up next to you, you let him order you another drink. You wanted to feel something again. Be appreciated for once.

 “Hi, I’m Peter and you look like you need another,” he had a megawatt smile that made your stomach fill with butterflies. You hadn’t felt that in a long time, your plan was already working.

 “Y/n. I thought I was doing a good job hiding it,” you tucked your hair behind you ear, “Thank you.”

 “Wanna talk about it,” Peter seemed so sincere you wanted to pour your heart out to him, “A pretty lady shouldn’t be drinking alone on a Friday night.

 “You don’t want to hear about my divorce,” you nervously laughed and sipped at your drink, your soon to be ex hadn’t called you pretty in years.

 “I do if it will make you feel better,” Peter motioned for you to follow him. Without hesitating you followed him to a secluded corner where he gathered together some folders.

 “Working,” you teased and sat next to him.

 “Always,” he sighed, “But let’s talk about you.” Peter listened while you lamented over your failed marriage. Listened to how you married your high school sweetheart and you wished more than anything you hadn’t done it. All the marriage brought you was heartache. Your husband became disenchanted after the honeymoon and soon after you fell out of love with him. You wanted kids, he didn’t. He wanted you to stay home and wait on his every whim, but if you didn’t work no bills go paid. You were miserable for years, finally putting your foot down when he cheated with his secretary.

 “His secretary? Are you kidding me,” Peter rolled his eyes, “That’s so cliché.”

 “I know! Found them in our bed,” you finished your third drink and relaxed into the chair.

 “That’s not right,” he leaned back too, your knees touched, “Why haven’t you filed for divorce?”

 “I’m scared honestly,” you shrugged, “He has a temper. He’s never hit me…but ...”

 “And he’s at your house tonight,” Peter raised an eyebrow, becoming more concerned by the minute.

 “Yup,” you popped the p and leaned your head on his shoulder. This random stranger you’d know for an hour made you feel more comfortable and safe than your husband ever had. Showed more concern for you than he had since before you got married.

 “Do you want to go back to my place? I can sleep on the sofa,” he was such a gentlemen, and it made your heart soar.

 “I will go back to your place on two conditions,” you sat up and nodded matter-of-factly.

 “And those are…” he trailed off, both confused and intrigued.

 “If you are so willing,” you rested your hand on his knee, “I would like you to hold me.”

 “And your second condition,” Peter took your hand in his and kissed it.

 “Kiss me good night,” you smiled sheepishly, “I haven’t been kissed goodnight or held in years. And you listening to me, truly hearing me, it reminded me how much I missed connecting with someone on that level.”

 “I agree to both of those conditions,” Peter waived the waitress over and paid the tab, “Let’s go.” In the back of the Lyft to his place, your hands intertwined like they’d done it a million times before. When he kissed you sweet and slow time stopped and stood still. You’d forgotten what this felt like, being close to someone that desired you as much as you desired them.

 “You played for the Cubs,” you marveled at the memorabilia that covered the hallway walls leading to Peter’s bedroom.

 “I did,” he chuckled, “You a fan?”

 “Not big into sports, I’m a baseball and football widow, “you rolled your eyes, “but I understand them enough.”

 “Fair enough,” Peter handed you a shirt and sweats, “the bathroom is through there,” he pointed to a door back in the hall and you went to change. By the time you’d haphazardly brushed your teeth with a finger and toothpaste, Peter was changed.  You put your clothes in a pile at the end of the bed and hesitated by the bed while he brushed his teeth.

 “Ready for bed,” he kissed the top of your head.

 “Mhmm,” you didn’t move, “Peter?”

“Yes beautiful,” his pet name made your stomach swell with butterflies again.

 “I don’t want to have sex tonight,” your eyes widened and you started to back pedal, “I mean I want to have sex with you. Just not tonight. Fuck, why did I say anything.” You hung your head.

 “Hey hey,” Peter lifted your chin, “I didn’t expect anything. Cuddles and goodnight kiss remember?”

 “You are too good to be true Peter Stone,” you rose to tip toes and kissed his cheek.

 “Come on, let’s go to bed,” he half carried you to bed and plopped you down while you giggled.

 “I surrender,” you threw your hands up and he laid down facing you after turning the light off.

 “Shit I have to put my phone on the charger,” you started to get back up.

 “Already did it,” Peter pulled you back down.

 “You’re amazing,” you settled back in.

 “Goodnight beautiful,” he kissed you again, sweetly but with hints of passion.

 “Goodnight handsome,” you rolled over and he pulled you tight against his chest.

 Two months later you were out to dinner with Peter. Your love affair started out innocently enough, cuddles and kisses. But the sex, dear gods above the sex. You’d only ever had sex with one person and he was awful at it. Peter did things to you you never knew possible. You experienced orgasms so intense and brought each other such immense pleasure in and out of the bedroom; it was like you were making up for lost time.  Neither of you could keep your hands to yourself, and Peter couldn’t believe how good you were at blowjobs.

 Peter was laughing at something you’d said when your ex barged into the restaurant.  You saw him shove past a waitress and you tensed up, Peter followed your eyesight and stiffened. He’d seen your ex before but they hadn’t formally met, now was a good a time as any it seemed.

 “What the hell bitch,” he growled at you.

 “Did you follow us here,” you tried to get him to quiet down and sit. He’d followed you before and you’d neglected to tell Peter as to not upset him.

 “I tracked your phone,” he shoved your hand away when you offered him a seat, “What the hell is your problem?”

 “Hey, just calm down,” Peter tried to defuse the situation, “let’s sit down and talk about this. I’ll order you a drink.”

 “Stay the hell out of this,” he growled, “this is between my wife and me,” he snatched your wrist and Peter saw red. Peter ripped your ex’s hand away and gathered his shirt in a fist in one fluid motion. The spot where you were seated was secluded enough no one really saw. The waitress he had shoved did, but she thought it was karma.

 “I’m an assistant district attorney, you really want to do that in front of me,” Peter’s voice was low and calm, he didn’t raise his it once. What a nice change of pace from your ex-husbands constant screaming and belittling.

 “Sorry man,” he jerked away and fixed his shirt.

 “Tell her you’re sorry, not me,” Peter pointed to you.

 “Not happening,” he barged off, “We’ll talk later.”

 “Peter,” your face was set in stone and unemotional, you were shutting down, “can we please go to your place?”

 “Yes, let me pay the bill,” he rushed off and was back by the time your jacket was on. The ride to his place you laid on his shoulder in silence. Neither of you spoke until you were in pajamas and sitting on the sofa.

 “I don’t want to share you with anyone,” Peter was first to go, “Least of all him.”

 “You don’t have to anymore, not that I’ve been seeing him or anything” you fiddled with the edge of the cushion, “I filed today. That’s why he’s mad.”

 “You did,” Peter kissed you excitedly and all your anxiety melted away at his touch. It was a nice change of pace from the flinching you did when your ex would touch you.

 “Yeah I did,” you giggled, “Should have a court date soon.”

 “I can expedite the process,” Peter started thinking, “Did you call the lawyer I told you about?”

 “Yes, she says you’re even now, whatever that means,” you shrugged.

 “Before I was an ADA I handled her son’s case pro bono. That’s why you don’t have to pay,” he squeezed your hand.

 “Thank you,” you kissed his knuckles, “always taking care of me.”

 “That’s what I’m here for,” he smiled.

 “I don’t have anywhere to stay,” reality started to settle in, “He’s mad I filed before him, and he’s bound to be angry and lock me out of the house.”

 “You could always live with me,” Peter rubbed his head, “You’re here most of the time anyway.”

 “Could I really,” you excitedly launched into his arms.

 “Yes beautiful,” he kissed your forehead, “on two conditions.”

 “Go on,” you giggled, that was your running gag now.

 “First condition, I’m getting you a restraining order first thing in the morning. And I’ll have some friends of mine come with us to serve it and get your stuff,” he leaned back so he could see your face.

 “That would be amazing thank you, second condition,” you held up two fingers.

 “Be my girlfriend. Officially,” Peter turned a light shade of crimson.

 “I thought you’d never ask,” you kissed him, letting the last bits of stress between your bodies melt away.

 “Didn’t want to risk scaring you off,” he chuckled.

“Not possible. You are so good to me, what did I do to deserve you,” you snuggled into his embrace.

 “It’s simple, you were born,” Peter tucked a blanket around your bodies and clicked the TV on.  So this is what a healthy relationship felt like. You could get used to this.

[banditthewriter]

Remember The Tin Man - 11 - Another Storm

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***** The longer that you were all in the van, the more you could tell that Frank and Billy were both getting restless. They weren't the type to sit back and wait for things to happen, but you did appreciate their willingness to let you lead. It had been David's idea to check out the back of the van to see if anyone was nearby. The windshield only showed so much of the surrounding area. Frank pushed the back door open about an inch to look out. And then he immediately let it close silently. He held up two fingers and then gestured to show that there were two guards nearby. You started to move but Billy grabbed your wrist. He raised his hand to his mouth and told you to be quiet before he gestured for you to duck down. His grip on the ax had turned a little more steady and you sat back. It was good to know that they were ready to fight if it came to that. You weren't sure about David's capabilities, but you were confident in the fact that you weren't much of a fighter. You might be some use in a scrap, but these people were trained in a different way. Which didn't even take into account the fact that magic was more prevalent here. The sound of voices made you glance towards the windshield just in time to see one of the guards cross that way. Realizing that if you could see him, he could potentially see you, you quickly moved to the other side of the van to be out of sight. That left you almost in Billy's lap. His arm immediately went around your waist, turning you so that you were facing the inside of the van more than the front seats. It left him vulnerable but it put you in the protected position. His other hand still gripped his ax so at least you knew he wasn't completely vulnerable. You weren't sure how long you all stayed that way. David kept Toto still and quiet while Frank stayed poised at the back door and Billy kept you out of sight of the windshield. The rain slowed to a trickle and then stopped altogether. "We have to check," you whispered to Billy as quietly as possible, your head turned so that your cheek was almost pressed against his. He shifted you a bit until you were leaning against the van instead of against him. He quietly made his way forward and gave Frank a look before be slipped out of van completely. You had meant for someone to take a peek; not to step out into the unknown. You barely had a moment to worry about what might happen before the doors opened again to reveal Billy. "They're gone," he said as he replaced his ax in the strap on his back. The rest of you piled out of the van. Since you were at the front of the van, you were the last one to come out. He gripped your forearm as you stepped down, your eyes locking for a moment before Toto barked and drew your attention to him. "What is it boy?" He walked in a circle and tugged on his leash that David was still holding. You took it from him and let Toto tug you forwards for a few steps. You called his name but he kept pulling, almost choking himself as he pulled harder. "Toto," you admonished, but then you realized what was going on. The device was buzzing like crazy but more than that, you could see something in the distance. The land was flat but you still would have missed it if Toto hadn't drawn your attention to it. The storm was completely silent, but it was moving fast. "A cyclo," Frank said as he came up behind you, the others behind him. "Like the one that brought you?" "Maybe," you said as you tried to hold Toto back. Could it be that easy? Could you just cross the distance and let the storm take you home? You wanted to help Frank and David and Billy, all of Oz really, but what if it wasn't your fight? Perhaps this is what the mystery voice had been leading you towards. You could go home. "Wait." A hand clasped around yours and you turned, expecting to see Frank. Instead it was Billy. He looked concerned, but he wasn't looking at you. His eyes were on the storm that was quickly approaching. You opened your mouth to ask him why but the mystery voice stopped you. You aren't safe here. You have to stay safe. The decision was hard to make. Should you head forward and into the storm to possibly go home? But what if you ended up somewhere else? Or did you stay the path? The voice that had been guiding you seemed to want you to stay away from the storm. Toto started to bark and quickly made the decision for you. He began running away from the storm, tugging so hard that you dropped the leash. Thankfully Frank was there and able to grab it before Toto could get away. "This way," he said calmly as he started to look around for somewhere to be safe. David was behind him, pointing towards a small berm nearby, but you remembered not being safe in the ditch that you and Toto had taken shelter in before. You turned to tell that to Billy but you saw he hadn't turned from the storm yet. "Billy?" He tilted his head towards you and you watched as he pulled himself together. He gave you a nod and began to tug you in the direction that Frank and David had started to move. The storm was coming closer. The whip of wind made you all aware that the storm seemed to be coming straight for you. It was all too familiar and your chest felt tight at just the idea of ending up somewhere worse than Oz. At least this time you weren't alone with just Toto. "We can't outrun it," Billy called to Frank and David as you all became aware of how true that was. The cyclo was too close. The safety of the Dark Web was too far away and there was nothing nearby that would provide adequate cover. Not when cars had been ripped from one plane to another. You wanted to keep them all safe. In that moment, there was nothing you wanted more than to protect them. "David, how were you able to perform the magic in the Dark Web?" He looked startled but you didn't have time so you waved your hand. "Quickly David, how did you do it?" "All of the intelligence squad have the ability. I lost my license but I left the palace before they could remove the magic." He tapped his chest and while you weren't sure what that meant, you decided it didn't matter. "We need some sort of shelter or some sort of protection. Can you do that with the magic?" He looked around uncertainly as he began, but Frank and Billy had moved in closer which was obviously making him nervous. Whatever he was doing, the way his eyes were closed but darting around, wasn't working. "David." You used his name to draw his attention back to you, but when that didn't work you reached out and grabbed his hand. That touch sent a zap of electricity through your hand and you could taste copper in your mouth. Magic. You couldn't remember a time of feeling it so pure. It felt like the best drugs on earth wrapped up in every good memory you had ever had before. It washed over you until you were certain that every inch of your body was covered in it. "What in the..." You opened your eyes. When had you closed them? It didn't matter. A look around you showed a glittering white orb that seemed to circle you all. Frank tugged Toto in closer just to be certain, but you were all well within the boundaries of whatever magic was being created. "Is it enough?" They all looked around at the orb in awe. None more so than David. He turned to glance at you and you used your free hand to gesture helplessly at the storm that was almost on top of you all. "David, is it enough?" "I... I'm not doing this Y/N." You didn't have time to wonder what that meant. The storm came crashing over the orb, silent but swift.

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[alfareria]

@roseirani​ tagged me in this a few days ago, thank you so much sweetheart! 

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE SONG(S) TO SING?  

tbh my guilty pleasure is singing to pop music from early 2000′s. I will belt my lungs out to those songs. U guys know what i mean; too little too late by jojo, im with you by avril lavigne, irreplaceable by beyonce, breakaway by kelly clarkson. all bops and we all know it. 

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE FLOWER/TREE/PLANT?

I love succulents, they’re so interesting and different! Almost all the plants I own are succulents, plus they’re supposed to be easier to take care of which is partially true? They are more drought resistant but I don’t think they’re easier to take care of. I also love willow trees, maple trees, sunflowers, and magnolias!

FAVOURITE COLOURS?

mustard yellow! Not the condiment ew i hate mustard and that is NOT mustard yellow. greens, pinks, dark blues like sapphire and royal blue. reds and oranges. 

WHAT DO YOU ALWAYS DOODLE?

left eyes usually lol, lips and little geometric patterns

HOW DO YOU TAKE YOUR COFFEE/TEA?

Usually sweet with either sugar, creamer or honey! I also like my tea sweet sometimes with sugar or honey. I love chamomile tea and green tea. Oooh also ginger and honey tea is so good and chamomile citrus is a new favorite! 

FAVORITE CANDLE SCENT?

I ADORE candles. I love woodwick candles, the sound is so pleasing. My favorite scents are citrus, apple, cinnamon, anything that is sweet or fresh without being overbearing. 

SUNRISE OR SUNSET?

sunsets! They’re so wonderful and picturesque as the sun sinks behind the green hills i love it 

WHAT PERFUME DO YOU WEAR?

perfume give me headaches :c

WHAT’S YOUR GO-TO DANCE MOVE WHEN YOU’RE ALONE?

umm i usually move the hips like u would in mexican dances lol! Idk if that makes sense but it’s hip swaying and/or moving my whole upper body. Idk how to describe it! sometimes i do these little made up steps and i like to move with the beat. 

FAVOURITE QUOTE(S)?

I dread this question all the time bc im always full of words i can’t think of my favorite ones; feels like my heads cluttered. I recently added some quotes to my journal about healing that i saw on here and my favorite from that was 

“keep busy with survival, imitate the trees, learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long. not even pain. sit it out. let it all pass. let it go.” -- may sarton

the other quote is from the book im currently reading called “remedios” by aurora levins morales which i recommend to everyone, it’s so beautifully written it takes my breath away. 

“this is what we are left with: fragments of shell, splinters of wood, shreds of bark, stories changed almost beyond recognition after passing through so many other mouths: the men, the warriors, the priests.”

FAVOURITE SELF CARE ROUTINE(S)?

collaging is my go-to. I’ve been collaging these past few days, i like going through magazines and finding any colors or textures that look interesting to me then pairing them together. reading, writing in my journal, dancing when no one is home with complete abandonment, listening to music, burning incense/sage/palo santo, taking walks in the vineyard across my house, preparing myself a simple breakfast while i play music! taking a shower lol. I’ll do a face mask or something, play some music and afterwards take my time in getting dressed and then brush my hair. listening to music!! 

FUZZY SOCKS OR HOUSE SLIPPERS?

both? I don’t like walking around my house without slippers, even in socks

WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR EYES?

brown, in the sunlight they turn a very light chocolate color

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE EYE COLOUR ON OTHERS?

brown, hazel, light brown

FAVOURITE SEASON? WHY?

autumn! I love all the colors and how it’s not entirely winter yet. It’s cold but not too cold and all the bugs are gone! I love drinking tea during those times. Staying inside with a warm blanket and reading 

NECK, CHEEK, OR NOSE KISSES?

meh i don’t really care for any of those but i’m most comfortable with cheek

WHAT DOES YOUR HAPPY PLACE LOOK LIKE?

a room to myself in an apartment i share with my best friend and maybe another friend. My room is spacious, decorated with dozens of plants. A nice medium sized bay window opens to a view of the city. I have a bookshelf overflowing with all my books. Photos, art and other pieces like ticket stubs are tacked on a cork board. The room feels warmly lived in and somewhat cluttered but clean, with a soft white color scheme. A place that you can feel like you can just sit and create something; anything.

FAVOURITE BREED OF DOG?

i love all dogs!!!!

DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE MARRIED?

Yes i’m open to it but it’s not a wish of mine i suppose

CURSIVE OR PRINT?

print, im sick of cursive after having to spend all those years in school learning it 

FAVOURITE WEATHER?

thunder storms, rainy days, warm bright days with plenty of sunlight and a cool breeze, 

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The Journey of a Forgotten Soldier (Levi x OC)

This is a story I’m in the process of posting on both AO3 and Wattpad, though I decided to add it to Tumblr as well. However, since I’ll be behind on Tumblr comparing to AO3 and Wattpad, this may remain behind or I might bulk post.

Relationships:

Alana Frey (OC)Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)/Original Female Character(s)Levi Ackerman/Alana FreyFurlan Church/Original Character(s)Furlan Church/Alana Frey

Characters:

Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)Furlan ChurchIsabel MagnoliaAlana Frey (OC) - CharacterErwin SmithHange ZoëPetra RalGunther SchultzEld JinnOluo BozadoKeith ShadisSpecial Operations Squad | Squad Levi

Additional Tags:

Graphic Description of CorpsesBlood and InjuryViolenceMurder

Summary:

Alana Frey, a girl born in the Underground City, longed to see the true sunlight every morning that she would wake up. Alongside her comrades: Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, and Levi, Alana’s life as a thug continued with no way around it; until the sudden day she and her companions were offered the deal of a lifetime.

“Once you complete this job, not only will you be generously compensated for your work,

but you will also earn the right to live above ground.”

Word Count: 2.7k

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CHAPTER 4: Fateful Encounters

Levi fiddled with the trigger on the handle of his ODM Gear. As he inspected each operating part, he made sure everything was in place for what was about to happen. 

“Levi, we’re ready to roll.” Furlan called out, with his own ODM Gear already attached to him. 

Alana had helped Isabel with her belts that strapped around the smaller girl’s body before working on her own. Quietly, the raven haired girl fiddled with her beaten ring, the last gift from her mother, nervously. 

With that announcement, they were off. Making their way through the alleys of the Underground, everyone was completely on guard. Scanning each person, place, and thing, none of them left anything out of their sight. 

“I’ve verified Jan’s status. He’s definitely been admitted to a top class hospital. The man in the carriage’s identity is legit, too.” The blond stated, “This job is the real deal. We’re doing this, aren’t we, Levi?”

Three pairs of eyes laid heavily on their leader’s shoulders. 

“Let me say one thing…” The mysterious man stopped the four from leaving down the stairs. “Whether you accept this job or not, the target will come into contact with you. In other words, there’s no getting around it. 

Turning the sharp corner, Levi finally responded. “Just act natural. It’s only when we come face-to-face with them like that bald geezer said, that our job begins.”

[~]

Down the road from them, a merchant called out to one of the stray dogs. “Hey, hey.” Crouching down to make himself seem more approachable, he tried again. “Hey there, boy. Huh?”

The dog turned away with no interest, heading in the opposite direction. 

“What are you doing?” His co-worker called out to the slacking man. Currently, he was working with several large wooden crates filled with food. 

“I’m sorry.”

Their conversation was cut short as a wire zipped past their head. In a flash, four bodies zoomed by quickly, the last knocking down the neatly stacked pile of wood. This drew the hungry bystanders on the road to immediately run and snatch an apple, or even a bag of rations that were emptied.

“Hey! Hold it right there!” The shaken worker yelled. “Those damn thieves are back! They’ve hit us again!”

“Somebody call the Military Police!”

The four armed bodies continued their race along the buildings. Levi did his occasional flip in the air to keep accelerating. Alana and Furlan were also rushing, but then there was Isabel who seemed to be enjoying every moment. 

“Yahoo!” She yelled out, enjoying the ride. 

“Levi, they’re here.” Alana called out to her leader, as she listened behind her. “Fifty metres behind. There’s eight of them.”

Behind them, three soldiers dressed in a military uniform chased the group with their own ODM Gear, but with two silver boxes strapped to their sides, which held spare blades for their handles. Brown, cropped jackets, white, button down shirt, white pants, and knee high, brown boots. However, behind the police, there were five more pursuers holding out blades that were attached to their handles. They were dressed in a similar outfit, but on top, they wore a green cape with hoods covering their faces. 

“Military Police, huh?” Isabel questioned with a smug look. “When will they learn?” Turning to face back forwards, the happy girl looked to Levi for approval. “Yo, Big Bro! Was that line sweet or what?”

“Are you dense?” He replied in a stern voice, resulting in a pout from Isabel.

Each of the ODM Gear users soared through the sky, chasing or being chased. While it was pretty easy for them to shake off the Military Police, the ones in capes were as persistent as ever. They seemed to be more trained than the police themselves were. 

In order to throw them off, Levi attached himself straight onto a building, heading towards the dead end. While he seemed to be cornering himself, the ravenette had a better idea. Pushing off against it with all of his might, he shoved himself backwards, past the caped soldiers. Unfortunately for their chasers, Levi was able to turn around before they could slow themselves down, catching up with his comrades. 

“Those movements, they’re not the Military Police!” Furlan observed, almost seeming to lose his cool.

“Yeah, there’s no mistaking it…,” Levi replied, staying as calm as ever. “It’s them. Those Wings of Freedom crests… It's the Survey Corps. I’ve got no intention of getting mixed up with these guys. But now that they’re after us, they won’t be easy to lose.”

Alana risked another chance to turn and look at the regiment behind them. Just as Levi said, the badges on their shoulders differed from the Military Police. Instead of a green unicorn—which was the Military Police badge—, they were blue and white colored wings. This badge belonged to the Survey Corps, or otherwise known as the Scouting Regiment.

A bold chuckle left Furlan’s lips as he turned to gaze at the Scouts himself. “These battle-hardened soldiers really are a cut above the rest.”

“You three! You know what to do.” Levi commanded his friends.. 

“Of course,” Isabel grinned.

“It’s showtime, right?” Furlan smirked.

“Let’s go, everyone.” Alana nodded and zipped below the stone arch Levi was heading towards. 

“Just don’t get caught.” Levi grumbled under his breath.

Furlan took the left and Isabel took the right simultaneously while Levi and Alana continued forwards. Two Scouts followed Furlan and Isabel, one for each. Alana still had one chasing her while Levi had two. Each of the runners had one goal in mind: to push the Scouts to their limits. 

Levi flew over the arch and continued his route straight, crashed through one of the taller building windows, then landed on the stone floor beneath him with ease. Keeping up his running pace, he jumped over boxed obstacles left and right masterfully. The dark hallway took a sharp right, and then he was back outside the opened window on the opposite side. Shocking enough to him, his pursuer was right outside waiting for him with a readied blade. 

Striking quickly with his blade, Levi and his wire were only barely able to dodge in time. He continued forward, flying underneath another archway. Unfortunately, it was old and easy to break through; perfect for a Scout to use it to his advantage. And they had done just that. 

The man chasing him, Mike Zacharius, plunged down through the archway and straight onto Levi’s small frame, knocking them both into another load of wooden crates. Though Mike had the advantage of not being knocked onto the ground, Levi forced himself into a backflip to secure his standing position. With a spin of his pocket knife, Levi rammed into the taller man, knocking one of the two blades out of Mike’s hand. Both had an equal ground now.

Levi once more shoved his blade towards the Scout, hoping to either disarm or injure the man. That’s when his second pursuer made his entry. Coming straight down from the air, a shorter, blond scout used his weight and gravity to his advantage, and pushed Levi back. With ease, he ruthlessly attacked Levi, who only had the chance to backflip away to create space. But even that was not enough. 

Using the chance to accelerate towards the thug, the shorter Scout was able to successfully hold Levi in place by adding pressure with the blade on the shorter’s throat. Levi had a strong hold of the blond’s left arm holding the blade, trying to hold him off. The Scout held Levi’s left as well, which had the pocket knife. Each was shaking, trying to hold out from the strength the other was providing. As Levi was about to push him off once more, the caped man cut him off. 

“Don’t even think about it. Look around you.”

[~]

Meanwhile, Alana split away from Levi right as he entered the building ahead. She yanked herself towards the left, hoping to lose her enemy by taking sharp turns. However, her luck had run thin as her attacker was right behind her. Quickly turning once more had caused the Scout to be able to catch up and cut one of the wires of the ravenette’s gear. Before falling from the lack of balance, Alana caught herself and pumped as much gas as she could to land on top of one of the brick buildings. 

Nanaba, the Scout entrusted to take care of the thug in front of her, landed next, blades in hand. Rushing the blue eyed runaway, she quickly grabbed Alana’s arm, hoping to hold it behind her back.

But Alana thrived in hand-to-hand combat. 

Sweeping her boot backwards underneath Nanaba’s in order to throw her off balance, the smaller girl grabbed a hold of the dirty-blonde haired Scout’s arm and neck, successfully putting her in an arm triangle choke hold on the ground. This forced Nanaba to drop one of her blades. Unfortunately, it was obvious neither of them was going down without a fight. With the help of her remaining blade—and a strong punch to her opposer’s jaw—, Nanaba was able to push the stronger girl off, and end up sitting on top of her stomach. Holding Alana’s arms down with her knees, the Scout held the one blade left in her hand to her throat. 

“Don’t fight against me. You’ve lost.” Nanaba threatened, closing in the gap between the throat and blade. 

Alana’s mind raced as she thought of a way to get the Scout to release her. Knowing she couldn’t throw her off physically, words were going to be her best option. “If you kill me, you’ll be going against your orders.” Alana had thrown the idea up from out of the dark, but that hadn’t meant she wasn’t going down without trying.

Luckily for the black haired girl, Nanaba eased up. With all the strength she could muster, Alana threw off the blonde. With a swift move, her pocket knife was already in her hand. She rammed her blade into the blonde’s arm as blood began pouring out. After that distraction, she began running across the building. The ravenette was about to soar off, but had remembered the wire had been severed. Those mere seconds of hesitation was her downfall. 

Nanaba had been quick enough to hit the back of the braided haired girl’s neck and knock her out. Grabbing her swiftly, she went to meet up with her Leader. 

[~]

Levi glanced around to his right, only to witness two of his friends in the arms of Scouts. 

“Let me go, asshole!” Isabel yelled as she fought against her captivators. “Goddammit!”

Furlan, however, remained quiet and complied to the Scout’s needs, not wanting to stir up more trouble for himself. That was, until he saw his closest friend held up in the tough position he was in. “Levi!”

Still debating on abiding to their will, his silver eyes gazed to his left as he saw his remaining friend regaining consciousness in the hands of a blonde woman. That had been the turning point. Levi’s left hand slowly eased up as the knife dropped from his grip with a clank on the hard floor.

“You’re quick on your feet.” The blond, assumingly Leader’s, face was completely uncovered by his hood, as he looked to Levi. He had bright blue eyes, large eyebrows, and a stern face. Even so, as of right now, his smug smile had been evident.

But that meant nothing to Levi. Now that he was at their mercy, a signature scowl was painted on the black haired man’s face, eyebrows furrowed as always. 

Before they knew it, each of the four had been handcuffed and kneeled onto the hard, dirty ground beneath them. Levi being on the left, then Isabel, Furlan, and finally Alana on the right.

“I will ask you a few questions.” The blond leader spoke up. “Where did you obtain these?” Holding up the handle of an ODM Gear, his face turned stern. 

There was no answer from any of the group. Each of their eyes drifted away, towards anything else they could focus on.

Knowing he wouldn’t get an answer, the leader continued. “You’re all very skilled in ODM Gears. Who was your instructor?”

Once more, he was met with silence.

With heavy footsteps, he walked over to Levi, stopping not many steps away from the scowling man. “I’m guessing you are their leader. Have you undertaken squad training before?” Witnessing the ravenette’s death stare, a smile made its way onto his face. “That is the face of a man who wants to kill me and escape.”

Levi’s head raised up, annoyed greatly by the situation. It was easy to feel the burning hatred rising in the air. Upset by the silence, Mike grabbed a handful of Levi’s silky hair from behind and shoved him straight down, face first, into the mud puddle below. 

“Asshole!” Isabel called out, burning her own green eyed glare into the side of Mike’s head. She, Furlan, and Alana had all been caught off guard by the sudden attack.

Levi forcefully tilted his head to the side. One reason was to breathe, and the second was to look at Mike with hateful eyes.  

“I’ll ask once more.” The man with giant eyebrows stated. “Where did you learn how to use the ODM Gear?”

At this point, Alana’s motherly side couldn’t take the pain Levi was in. Looking up at their leader, she yelled eagerly. “No one taught us! We taught ourselves!” A small wince made its way on her face as she felt the area where she had been punched starting to bruise. 

“You taught yourselves? That’s hard to believe.”

Next, Furlan spoke up, backing up his female companion. “We did so to escape from this hellhole. Anyone who doesn’t know what sewage tastes like couldn’t understand!”

“Either way, take your filthy hands off my Big Bro!” Isabel chimed in, her voice low as she did her best to threaten. “Stop acting stuck up just because you’re soldiers!”

With only a look as a command, Mike released his pressure, and lifted Levi’s head back up out of the water. The boy’s head was soaked as he stared towards their leader’s direction. The leading Scout’s next action surprised everyone, even some of his companions. The blond took a knee in front of Levi, white pants getting dirtied in the mud puddle. 

“My name is Erwin Smith. What is your name?”

Instead of a reply, he received coughing from Levi. Without a word, the ravenette continued to glare at the man in front of him, seething in anger. 

“I applaud your determination,” Erwin continued, “but keep it up, and we’ll move onto your comrades.”

As if his words were commands, each Scout raised their blade to the remaining three. With a nod, they were ready for any means necessary. Levi had been completely cornered once more at this point. “You bastard…”

“What is your name?”

“Levi.”

“Levi, I’d like to make you a deal.”

“A deal?”

“We’ll let you off the hook so long as you lend us your strength.” Erwin’s large brows furrowed. “Join the Survey Corps.”

Levi’s eyebrows furrowed more, if that was even possible. Though he was taken a bit aback by the sudden command, he hid it completely. “And if I refuse?”

“You’ll be handed over to the Military Police. Considering the length of your rap sheet,” Erwin stood with a smug smile, “the Military Police will make your lives a living hell.” Turning and backing up a couple of feet to create distance, the blond’s eyes met Levi’s once more as a small smile played his lips. “Make your decision.”

“Very well.”

Isabel’s bright green eyes widened at the sudden agreement. Though she tried to keep her cool for the sake of her friends and pride, she didn’t know what to think about this current situation. Furlan, however, narrowed his eyes as he prepared for what was coming ahead. Alana watched Levi with worried eyes. Nobody had thrown him for a loop quite this badly, and she didn’t know what could be the outcome.

Levi shook the muddy water from his hair in one swift movement, spitting out some of the mud in the process. Through his wet bangs, he stared into Erwin’s crystal blue eyes. Time had seemed to move so slowly as everyone awaited for what he was to say.

“I’ll join the Survey Corps.”

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(A/N) Hello! Now with school going on, these chapters are going to update on a different schedule. They will now be added at 6 PM CT (the time it is now).

This is one of the first action scenes I have written, so bear with me if some areas do not make sense. As of recent, I've realized that ACWNR varies heavily from manga to anime, so I've decided to try and mix the two together. The first couple of chapters are more so based on the anime, but it slowly will transition to more of the manga version. Also, although Alana does not play a very big role in this (and it follows very close--or completely--to how the anime/manga is) she will eventually become a bigger characters; especially after I get past ACWNR and it turns to more of my own work. Personally, I really enjoy the backstory and I wanted it to start the story off well.

Thank you for reading! I'll see you all next week :)

Thank you Brianna for editing.

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 

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Here’s everything coming to Netflix in May 2020 — and what’s leaving

Don’t worry, after more than a month under stay-at-home orders, it only feels like you’ve already watched everything on Netflix Inc. But May is bringing a new crop of shows and movies to binge, with some big names behind them.

Among the most anticipated new offerings for Netflix NFLX, -2.86% : Steve Carell’s new workplace comedy “Space Force” (May 29), Ryan Murphy’s post-World War II limited series “Hollywood,” “La La Land” director Damien Chazelle’s Paris musical drama “The Eddy” (May 8), and the rom-com action movie “The Lovebirds” (May 22), starring Kumail Nanjiani and Issa Rae.

There’s also Season 2 of the dark comedy “Dead to Me” (May 8), starring Christina Applegate and Linda Cardellini; new standup comedy specials from Patton Oswalt (May 19), Jerry Seinfeld (May 5) and Hannah Gadsby (May 26); and an “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt” interactive special (May 12). May 25 is also the release date of one of last year’s most critically acclaimed films, Adam Sandler’s “Uncut Gems.”

What’s coming in May

May 1

All Day and a Night — Netflix Film

Almost Happy — Netflix Original

Get In — Netflix Film

Go! Go! Cory Carson: The Chrissy — Netflix Family

The Half of It — Netflix Film

Hollywood — Netflix Original

Into the Night — Netflix Original

Medici: The Magnificent: Part 2 — Netflix Original

Mrs. Serial Killer — Netflix Film

Reckoning: Season 1 — Exclusively on Netflix

Ace Ventura: Pet Detective

Back to the Future

Back to the Future Part II

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Cracked Up, The Darrell Hammond Story

Den of Thieves

For Colored Girls

Fun with Dick & Jane

I Am Divine

Jarhead

Jarhead 2: Field of Fire

Jarhead 3: The Siege

Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa

Masha and the Bear: Season 4

Material

Monthly Girls’ Nozaki Kun: Season 1

Sinister

Song of the Sea

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

The Heartbreak Kid

The Patriot

Thomas & Friends: Marvelous Machinery: A New Arrival

Thomas & Friends: Marvelous Machinery: World of Tomorrow

Thomas & Friends: Thomas and the Royal Engine

Underworld

Underworld: Evolution

Underworld: Rise of the Lycans

Urban Cowboy

What a Girl Wants

Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory

May 4

Arctic Dogs

May 5

Jerry Seinfeld: 23 Hours To Kill — Netflix Comedy Special

May 6

Workin’ Moms: Season 4 — Netflix Original

May 7

Scissor Seven: Season 2 — Netflix Anime

May 8

18 regali — Netflix Film

Chico Bon Bon: Monkey with a Tool Belt — Netflix Family

Dead to Me: Season 2 — Netflix Original

The Eddy — Netflix Original

The Hollow: Season 2 — Netflix Family

House at the End of the Street

Restaurants on the Edge: Season 2 — Netflix Original

Rust Valley Restorers: Season 2 — Netflix Original

Valeria — Netflix Original

May 9

Charmed: Season 2

Grey’s Anatomy: Season 16

May 11

Bordertown: Season 3 — Netflix Original

Have a Good Trip: Adventures in Psychedelics — Netflix Documentary

Trial By Media — Netflix Documentary

May 12

True: Terrific Tales — Netflix Family

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt: Kimmy Vs. the Reverend — Netflix Interactive Special

May 13

The Wrong Missy — Netflix Film

May 14

Riverdale: Season 4

May 15

Chichipatos — Netflix Original

District 9

I Love You, Stupid — Netflix Film

Inhuman Resources — Netflix Original

Magic for Humans: Season 3 — Netflix Original

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: Season 5 — Netflix Family

White Lines — Netflix Original

May 16

La reina de Indias y el conquistador — Netflix Original

Public Enemies

United 93

May 17

Soul Surfer

May 18

The Big Flower Fight — Netflix Original

May 19

Patton Oswalt: I Love Everything — Netflix Comedy Special

Sweet Magnolias — Netflix Original

Trumbo

May 20

Ben Platt Live From Radio City Music Hall — Netflix Documentary

The Flash: Season 6

Rebelión de los Godinez — Netflix Film

May 22

Control Z — Netflix Original

History 101 — Netflix Original

Just Go With It

The Lovebirds — Netflix Film

Selling Sunset: Season 2 — Netflix Original

Trailer Park Boys: The Animated Series: Season 2 — Netflix Original

May 23

Dynasty: Season 3

May 25

Ne Zha

Norm of the North: Family Vacation

Uncut Gems

May 26

Hannah Gadsby: Douglas — Netflix Comedy Special

May 27

I’m No Longer Here — Netflix Film

The Lincoln Lawyer

May 28

Dorohedoro — Netflix Anime

La corazonada — Netflix Film

May 29

Space Force — Netflix Original

Somebody Feed Phil: Season 3 — Netflix Documentary

May 31

High Strung Free Dance

What’s leaving in May

May 1

John Carter

May 15

Limitless

The Place Beyond the Pines

May 17

Royal Pains: Season 1-8

May 18

Scandal: Season 1-7

May 19

Black Snake Moan

Carriers

Evolution

The First Wives Club

It Takes Two

Love, Rosie

She’s Out of My League

What’s Eating Gilbert Grape

Young Adult

Yours, Mine and Ours

May 25

Bitten: Season 1-3

May 30

Bob Ross: Beauty Is Everywhere: Collection 1

May 31

Austin Powers in Goldmember

Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery

Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me

Dear John

Final Destination

The Final Destination

Final Destination 2

Final Destination 3

Ghosts of Girlfriends Past

Looney Tunes: Back in Action

My Girl

The Naked Gun 2½: The Smell of Fear

The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!

Outbreak

Red Dawn

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