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Interview With A Ghost

Red Robin, (aka Tim Drake) decides to host a YouTube series called "Teenage Hero Burnout'' after he makes a video by the same name talking about his own experiences.

He interviews current and past heroes who started their careers as teens and discuss how it shaped their outlook on heroing & life in general. His primary focus is on current teen heroes. Once he runs through his whole team roster and all willing (and unwilling) BatFam members he branches out to look for more obscure teen heroes. (Inadvertently he ends up building a support network for young heroes but that's for another time.)

Ficlet under the cut vvv (Ao3 Link)

Today the "studio" is decorated with little ghosts and miscellaneous Halloween decorations to match his guest's theme. Clearly a homemade set, but RR has a high-quality camera and sound equipment. Today's episode is titled "Teenage Hero Burnout #56: Interview With A Ghost.”

Phantom is sitting in his chair invisibly with a cup of coffee (the coffee mug has his DP logo on it), which of course makes it look like RR is interviewing a floating cup of coffee. But every now and then the camera picks up a blurry shadow in the shape of a person. Super creepy. (And in case you were wondering, yes, this is 100% the Halloween special.)

"Let's get this over with already," Phantom mumbles into his mug, taking a sip. Red Robin ignores his guest's comment and continues his little intro.

"Welcome back everyone! I hope all you Birdies have been taking care of yourselves since the last episode. Today's guest is Amity Park's Phantom. A lesser known small-town hero, but no less of a powerhouse who has helped the Justice League themselves on several occasions. Say ‘hi’ Phantom.”

The floating coffee mug rises and bobs in the air like someone making a salute with it.

"Thanks man, I totally feel like I’m not talking to myself,” Red Robin mutters.

“Calm your shorts bird boy, do you have any idea how crazy ghosts get around this time of year?”

“No, but it sounds like I should put an underage drinking disclaimer on this video.”

“It’s not underage when you’re in a different dimension.”

“And jumping off of THAT robust rebuttal, since we're using this series to focus on the experience of teen heroes here, let's start with how old you are, Phantom?"

"What are you, a cop?”

Red Robin glares intently at the seemingly vacant chair beside him.

“Kidding, kidding. Do you want my ghost age or my human age?"

"Can you elaborate on that?"

"Well, the whole phantom thing isn't just a gimmick. I am an actual, bonafide member of the afterlife. Age isn't as straightforward for us. It could be my assumed age based on my appearance, how old I was when I became a ghost, how old I'd be if I were still alive, or how long I've been dead. Which is only three years, by the way. Shocker, I know. Despite what some people think, I'm not an ancient trickster ghost with the face of a child."

"Don't worry Phantom, we'll give you a century or two to work on it first. How about you tell us how old you were when you first started acting as a hero?"

"Same as when I died, fourteen."

"So that makes you roughly seventeen now."

"In human terms, yeah."

"And what are your pronouns?"

"He/him"

"Nice, same. Any fun facts about yourself before we get into the real meat of things?

"Uuuuuuuuh, do I have any facts about me that are fun? I really like flying? Yeah. Flying is probably my favourite power. I love being up in the air. It's the best."

"We know you started heroing about three years ago, but can you tell uus why you started heroing? Were there any inciting incidents?"

"Ah, origin-story time. Amity Park has always been a thin spot between this world and the next with lots of natural ghost activity. Mostly just small stuff. There are thin spots all over the world. Sometimes they get thinner, sometimes they move or close up entirely. It's just another weird part of nature. But when ghosts in Amity started coming through the veil at a more rapid rate and clashing with the living residents I just felt like it was my...duty? I guess? To protect the town. I wanted to protect my family and friends from other ghosts."

"You still have living relatives and friends?"

"Yeah, it's complicated but we make it work."

"I'm glad you've got a diverse support system, especially since you haven't been a ghost for very long. Also mini PSA to the audience:" RR gestures to Phantom to pick up where he left off.

"Never ask a ghost about their death unless you'd like an express ticket to your own funeral. Red Robin cleared these questions with me ahead of time."

"Are you still an active hero?"

"Yes."

"What kind of villains do you normally face?

"Ghosts."

"What about ghost hunters? In fact, do you consider yourself a ghost hunter?"

"I used to think of myself as a ghost hunter in the early days but now I think ghost fighter is a better label for what I do."

"And human ghost hunters?"

"Uuuuugh, yeah. Sometimes I have to deal with humans hunting me. The Fentons and Red Huntress have chilled out and I have truces with them but the GIW fucking sucks. If you ever have a ghost problem, never call the Gits In White. They will make your problems worse and the anti-ecto acts that let them get away with it are inhumane and discriminatory."

"Yikes. Human troubles aside, do you have a traditional rogues gallery of ghostly enemies?"

"I guess? To be honest I've become frenemies with a lot of the ghosts that used to give me a hard time. There's a lot more diplomacy and negotiating in fighting ghosts than you'd think."

"Any examples you're willing to share?"

"Hmmm, I'll use Ember as an example because she'll appreciate the free press. So Ember loves making music and she's really good at it. Like, good enough to literally hypnotize people. Obviously, mind control and enslaving the living are no-nos in my haunt. But because most ghosts can't stray too far from a steady source of Ectoplasm without an alternate energy source Ember didn't have many options. We got stuck in this cycle of her controlling people to get enough energy to leave Amity and me not letting her control people while in Amity. Eventually, we talked it out and found some non-mind control methods to help her get out and establish her music career in a safe and healthy way. That's Ember McClain by the way, check out her new album 'Domino Effect'."

"Shameless."

"I owe her a favour or two. Nowadays we only fight to blow off steam and hang out."

"Sounds like we have another tally for rehabilitation being the most effective method for dealing with villains."

"Wow, you really have a board for that?"

"The power of friendship is not to be underestimated."

"Sort of related to that; earlier I was planning to say that I've made more friends after dying than I ever did alive for my fun fact but I figured that was kind of depressing to start off with."

"I mean when you say it like that, yes. How about we re-frame it? You didn't get the opportunities to make more friends during your life, but as a ghost, you've been given a second chance to make as many friends as you can! And it sounds like you've been pretty successful in the new friend department so far."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess that is a better way to look at it. Sure wish I didn't have to get my ass kicked so often before I figured it out, though."

"Eh, sometimes the learning process sucks. But you know what doesn't suck? Bingo time!" Red Robin hits a buzzer and little ghost confetti rains down on them. The outline of Phantom is more visible because of the little clumps that land on him.

Hero BINGO cards:

Free Space (Hero Complex) "I refuse to use the free space." "I mean, it's a free space, it counts whether you want to use it or not." ":/"

Gone to Space "Yup, another fun fact, ghosts can do just fine in space."

Been to Another Dimension "I actively live in another dimension."

Visited an Alternate Timeline "Unfortunately."

Saved the world "Technically."

Have you ever been cloned Sigh, “Yes” "Dude, really? How does that even work?"

Kidnapped "Yep." "Who hasn't?"

Imprisoned "Isn't this the same as being kidnapped?" "Nah this one's more formal, like detained by a government body or authority." "Ah, okay. I got that one too."

Impersonated "Oh yeah."

Mind-controlled "Glad to know I'm not the only one."

Died and Resurrected "..." "..." “How alive do you have to be for it to count as a resurrection? Like, percentage-wise. 50%?”

Fought an Evil Version of Yourself "This highly specific and traumatic thing is a common enough problem to be a BINGO card?" “Yeup.” “Yeeesh. But again, glad to know I’m not the only one.”

Have an Arch Nemesis "That's like, a prerequisite. This should be the free space."

An Adult Mentor "Kind of? I honestly don't know if I can say yes to this one." "Have you ever had an adult train you or help you with being a hero and/or your abilities?" "I'm going to pass this one and just say no. My head hurts thinking about the adults in my life." “That’s fair.”

Dead Parents "Isn't this one a little dark?" "Sometimes the best way to start addressing your trauma is by laughing at it. And yes, it is also a highly specific and traumatic thing common enough among teen heroes to be on the bingo cards." "Jesus."

Government-funded Experimentation "Oh come ooooon! This whole thing has to have been tailored for me." "Dude… I take it back, Hero Bingo hates you. What even is your afterlife?" "Endless suffering."

A Social Life "Surprisingly, yes."

Last of Your Species "Unfortunately, no."

Poisoned "Ye- wait. Wait no, I've never been poisoned. How is that even possible with my luck?" "Knock on wood right now dude."

Homemade Costume “Weellll….” “I feel like that should be a yes or no answer…” “Does it count as homemade if I died in it?” RR face-palms.

School Dance Interrupted “Weirdly enough, yes.” “It happens way more often than you’d think and we have no clue why.”

Evil Ancestor “Does a witch hunter count as evil? In modern context, yes, but in a historical context...?” “I’d go with evil. Burning or drowning people usually puts you solidly in the evil category. Regardless of whether or not they cursed your dick to look like a toad or whatever.”

Framed for a Crime “YES, AND I WILL NEVER GET MY RECORD EXPUNGED BECAUSE ‘A CRAZY CLOWN MADE ME DO IT’ IS ONLY AN ACCEPTABLE DEFENSE IN GOTHAM.”

Your Crush/SO is Evil “Thankfully no. I mean she used to shoot me a lot, but she also thought I was the evil one.”

"I have like, six BINGO's. Is this supposed to be difficult?" “Not really, but man, your luck...”

"Well… BINGO was… interesting. How about we finish up the last few questions?"

"Have at it."

"Like a lot of supers, your relationship with the media hasn't been the best. Are there any common rumours or misconceptions about you that you'd like to clear up?"

"YES. For the last time, ghosts are NOT INHERENTLY EVIL. The vast majority of ghosts stay in the ghost zone and mind their own business. The ghosts that cause trouble for the living are like 1% of the population and even then, the ones who actively go out of their way to hurt people are an extreme minority. Ghosts in the mortal world are most likely there because they're lost or completing unfinished business. We are not mindless or emotionless, and YES, we can still feel pain. If you have had a negative interaction with a ghost, chances are you probably did something to piss them off first. That's not to say that all ghosts are safe to be around. Treat ghosts like people. Don't bother them unnecessarily, don't ask invasive and overly personal questions, and be polite."

"We should do a whole Ghost Safety PSA Mythbusters style one of these days."

"Honestly, I would be so down for that."

"Sweet. Do you feel being a teen hero has negatively impacted your mental health, why or why not?

"Yuuuuup. The saving people part is nice. The dying and being dead part is less nice. Also, being hated for my species while still trying to protect the people who hate me has been hell for my self-esteem. I somehow have a social life but it's about half as dead as I am.

"Getting the shit beat out of me is more my physical than mental health but I've been told that constantly being on edge and expecting to get attacked at any moment isn't good for your mental health. I guess I don't have to deal with receiving or inflicting lasting injuries and facing mortality the same way heroes like you do since ghosts are pretty much indestructible.

"But seeing what comes out on the other side of death, and hearing the horrific things some ghosts went through to manifest is its own can of worms. You haven't had real mental scars until you've been trapped in a room with someone reliving their own death over and over and over with no way to help them."

"Shit."

"Yeah. Don't die. Or if you do, don't become a ghost. The afterlife is fucked up."

"If you're still active, will you continue heroing into your adult life, or in this case, for the rest of your afterlife?

"Yes. I'm pretty sure I'm locked in for the rest of my existence."

"How so?"

"My… purpose, I guess you could call it, is helping and protecting people. As long as there are people getting themselves into danger I'll have a reason to be around. Never-ending unfinished business."

"That's… wow. I can't imagine doing what I do for the rest of eternity."

"Yeah, me neither."

"Hm?"

"Sorry, I know this is supposed to be about positive mental health and stuff but… I'm going to keep doing this until it ends me. I don't really have any other options. But I don't see myself doing this for eternity either. Somewhere along the way, hopefully a couple lifetimes from now, the hero life will take me out for good and that'll be that."

"I do try to put an emphasis on thinking positive but you're more than welcome to share the dark parts too. We can't grow if we focus on only the palatable thoughts and feelings. I can't begin to understand what it feels like to be in your situation. Do you think that you're fatalistic or realistic?"

"I like to think I'm being realistic. Maybe I'll change my mind when I've been dead for a couple of centuries, maybe I won't."

"Maybe you'll see humanity making their way into space en masse? We know there are hundreds of other species and planets out there. If life on Earth ever gets boring you can always head for the stars."

"I- thank you, Rob, you have no idea how much that means to me."

"Anytime."

Closing comments.

"That's all for today everyone, don't forget to brush your teeth, take your medication, and get some fresh air! As usual, links to mental health resources and our Hero Health forum will be in the description below. And remember my Birdies, knowing when to ask for help is a sign of strength. Whether you're a Kryptonian, an Amazon warrior, the embodiment of fear itself dressed as a bat, or just some dude, never battle your demons without backup! Red Robin, out!"

Blooper scene/skit while the end credits roll:

"Dude, you promised you'd make an appearance."

"Trust me, this is more for your sake than mine."

"Sure it is. What, did you forget to wear your suit?"

"...."

"Shut up, are you serious?"

"Well I didn't expect to be summoned in the middle of the night so someone could cash in a favour."

"You agreed to do this months ago! Besides, it's YouTube, casual is fine, preferred even. No one is going to care if you're in your pj's- wait you are wearing clothes right?"

"Uuuuuuugghhhhh, yes. I am wearing clothes."

"Well now I'm curious."

"I'm not showing your fans what I sleep in."

"Will you show me if I edit this section out?"

"..." deep sigh, "fiiiiiine."

Phantom drops his invisibility but the only thing the camera picks up is a horrific, vaguely human-shaped blob of distorted static with two neon green points for eyes. When Phantom speaks his voice is extra crunchy and echoing.

"͔̐̿͗͑̒T̃̑̿͂h̻̠̬͍e̖͔̥͚ͣ̾͋͑̚ͅr̙̈̏̔e̊̽̈ͬ̑͂̂,̤̖̖͍̖̞̪̋ͩ ̝̳̖̺͖̲͉̇͐̇̏̾h͉͙͈͓̙̞ͬͅa͓̤̐ͥ̋̇̃̍ͥp̘̺̬̞̬̮̹̈́̈́ͧ͐̅p̥̦̺̹ͭͧ̌y̭̟͉̅̚?̭̤̻̑͋̈ͥ"͙͔͔̱̅͂

"Oh my god, that's adorable."

Highlights from the comments section:

People calling Phantom an Eldritch Horror.

Calling Red Robin a monster fucker.

Asking what Phantom could have possibly been wearing??? (Answer: His NASA themed footie pajamas)

Telling Phantom to get more sleep.

Telling Phantom encouragements.

Thanking Phantom for protecting his town.

Thanking RR for introducing them to a cool new teen hero they'd never heard of before.

There are the occasional comments claiming that Phantom couldn't do the interview in person and 'invisibility' is a creative work around for his absence that still ties into the Halloween special.

Philosophical debates on the pros and cons of immortality and listing off other (allegedly) immortal heroes that Phantom should get in touch with.

[A/N: Congrats if you made it this far! This ficlet is a bit rough around the edges but I hope you enjoyed it! Any readers feel the desire to do so, they are welcome to take this, in part or wholesale verbatim, and use the idea for their own fic.]

#Danny Phantom #dp #Red Robin #DC #Tim Drake #dcxdp #crossover #long post #zalgo text #<<but only briefly #ficlet #I know that's not how bingo works I just wanted to come up wit a response for each one #my bingo sheet is so crunchy lol #stove on fire #38006

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QUOTH THE RAVEN - CHAPTER 1

Rolan/Tav | NSFW | 5,554 words

Summary:

'"Just... Let me look after you. Please?" He doesn't say anything for a moment, so you look back up at him. His eyes flick back and forth between both of yours, as if searching for something, and finally he sighs. "Okay."'

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"Seriously, soldier, we'll be fine! You need to rest."

You pout at Karlach's continued insistence, but you can feel yourself losing the battle against her iron will. "I don't need to rest, I need to make sure you idiots don't get yourselves killed!"

She laughs at that, loud and unapologetic as she always does, "I'll try not to take that personally, shall I?"

"Well. Not you , obviously. But I don't trust the others. Astarion and Laezel are liable to start swinging at the slightest inconvenience, and Gale's good at pissing people off."

Her raucous laugh continues, "I'll keep 'em in check, soldier," she lifts her hand up to her eyebrow in mock salute, before letting it drop, "you can count on me."

You sigh. Reasonably, you know they'll manage without you, but it feels wrong letting them go without you.

Karlach, as if she can read your mind, speaks again. "Seriously, Tav. We'll be okay. And you deserve a break. It's been a rough couple of weeks."

You nod silently. She's right about that, at least.

When she doesn't say anything else, you sigh. "Fine. But please be careful?"

Karlach smiles wide, "you know me!" She claps you on the back firmly, and you're thankful that her touch is palatable now with the installation of Dammon's upgrade. You're sure the gesture would've burnt a few days ago. "I spoke to Jaheria, she's sorted a room with a bed for you. Get yourself a pint and then sleep!"

The idea of an actual bed is the final tip of the scales that seals your fate, so you nod and squeeze her arm in thanks. An actual mattress? A private room rather than a tent? You couldn't possibly turn your nose up at such a generous offering.

Karlach retreats to the gate of Last Light, where the rest of your companions are waiting for her, and they all leave together into the shadows. You let out a deep sigh, then turn and head into the inn.

The atmosphere is slightly less awful now than when you first got here. People perked up a bit when your party arrived, which you're both thankful for and absolutely terrified by.

Well. Some people perked up.

Your eyes land on the back of Rolan's head, and you feel your stomach knot. His earlier admonishments towards you are probably at least half of the reason Karlach and the others insisted on leaving you here.

You'd be lying if you said his words hadn't hurt. You never wanted to be a leader, never wanted people looking to you for guidance. You're trying your best. And you like Cal and Lia.

He doesn't care about how hard you're trying. It's a little hard to blame him, but it still hurts. You'd really hoped to be able to at least call him a friend.

There had been a moment, during the celebrations at the grove, that you wondered if you'd perhaps be able to call him more. Cal and Lia had left to get drinks, and Rolan had met your eye with a lopsided, boyish grin, and you'd been struck by how handsome he was. He'd made a joke about something and your faces had inched closer as you both laughed.

Then Cal and Lia had returned, and the moment had passed.

He won't even look at you now. As you slide up to the bar and ask Ike to pour you a drink, Rolan pointedly avoids meeting your gaze. You clear your throat in a way you hope seems casual, and from the corner of your eye you see his scowl.

"Rolan..."

"I don't want to talk to you. I've said all I need to."

You frown. "I know, but-"

He huffs, "I'm not interested in hearing your apologetic platitudes. You're hiding in here while your companions do all the work. Some leader you are."

You feel your blood pressure spike, and you turn to face him properly. He still doesn't look at you, but he squirms slightly under your attention. You can't help the bite that your words come out with.

"I never wanted to be a leader, you arsehole. I never asked for any of this. If you think you could do a better job, by all means be my fucking guest." He flinches slightly as you spit the words at him, but doesn't otherwise react, so the words keep spilling out. "And it's bold of you to accuse me of hiding, considering you've been sat here on your arse doing nothing but drink since we got here. You're more than welcome to hate me, but don't try and pretend you've somehow got the moral high-ground here."

You know the words are harsh, but you still find some satisfaction in the way his posture deflates. Knowing he might now feel a portion of the guilt he thrust onto you makes you feel a little smug. Ike places your drink on the bar, looking between the two of you nervously, and you thank him before taking your drink and leaving as quickly as you can. You don't spare Rolan a second glance as you ascend the stairs to find the bed you were promised.

The door shuts behind you and you click the lock firmly, leaning your forehead against the wood. You can feel the regret seeping in, so you down half of the pint of bitter ale and rub your temples.

He deserved that. He did.

You feel better now.

Except you know you're lying to yourself.

You don't want to shout at him. You don't want to make him feel bad. You want to give him a hug and tell him how sorry you are that he's going through this.

But you don't. Instead you finish your drink.

You keep telling yourself that he deserved it as you lay back on the mattress, holding the still-cold glass to your forehead to battle the headache you can feel brewing. You eventually fall into a fitful sleep.

~~~

It's impossible to know night from day here, but when you wake you're reasonably sure by the dryness in your throat that it's the early hours of the morning. You drag yourself out of the bed somewhat reluctantly, the thought of a crisp glass of water being all that propels you forward.

The inn is quiet at this hour. There are a few people dotted around still, talking in hushed tones and nursing drinks or reading, but for the most part it's empty.

You can't help it, your eyes dart to where Rolan was. He's not there, which makes you feel a little better. Hopefully he's in a dark corner somewhere, sleeping off the drink.

There's no one tending the bar at this hour, so you round it and pour yourself a cup of water. It's as you raise it to your lips and take a sip that you notice there's a strange looking artefact sitting on the far end of the counter. You've never seen anything like it before. It looks like it's made of brass, with elaborate arching prongs surrounding a bright blue crystal in the centre.

Fuck it, you've never been one for minding your business. Besides, if it's sat out in the open it's basically begging to be touched, isn't it? You cast a sidelong glance around the tavern to check no one is looking and then sidestep towards it. As soon as you press your fingers to the cold metal, the gem begins to shine, and a projection is brought forth.

"Lia, Cal - if you see this, stay put."

Rolan looks almost regal in the projection, a picture of strength and arrogance. His tone is commanding, firm and assured, and you wonder how he feels justified in that when-

Your words from earlier flood back to you without warning.

"It's bold of you to accuse me of hiding, considering you've been sat here on your arse doing nothing but drink since we got here."

Your heart drops. Oh.

The glass of water makes a loud clinking noise as you slam it onto the bar. The sound still rings through the air as you grab a sword leaning against the doorway and sprint out into the shadows.

~~~

In hindsight, you probably should've waited for your party to return. But how could you? You have no idea how long ago Rolan left that message. He could already be in trouble.

The shadows feel colder without the company of your companions, and you're immensely grateful for the pixie's blessing. The darkness grasps at your ankles, nipping like a dog at your heel, and the cursed foliage around you seems to be watching your every step. This place is awful and dangerous enough when you're travelling with your friends, never mind completely alone.

That line of thinking just brings you back to Rolan, though. Alone somewhere in the shadows, with no real combat experience and no pixie's blessing. He's likely got a torch or a dancing lights cantrip, but those don't fend off the curse nearly as well. The realisation makes the air feel even colder.

It's dark tonight. Darker than usual, that is. There's a dense fog across the land that makes it hard to keep track of where you came from. Rolan could be anywhere, and you can barely see 10 feet in front of you. Gods, you should've waited for the others.

And then you hear it. The unmistakable sound of Rolan's voice shouting an incantation, and the withering scream of a shadow creature falling. Wherever he is he's out of your eye-line, so you sprint towards the noise blindly.

For a man with little practice in a fight, Rolan is holding his own. He stands tall and confident in the face of the several creatures surrounding him, and you can see he's felled at least two of them already. But you can also see the hidden signs of his exhaustion. Some of his spells sputter as they take shape, and the dancing lights above his head flicker every time he casts. His arms - stretched out in front of him - shake with effort, and his usually perfectly pinned hair has fallen in places. Distantly, in the background of your mind, you let yourself admire him.

The loosing of his next spell, a magic missile that cuts through the chest of the creature closest to him, pulls you from your reverie, and you jump into the fray without thought. The shadow creatures screech and howl at the sting of your blade as they disintegrate around it, and just as one grabs at your arm you feel it's grip loosen as Rolan incinerates it, the heat beating against you.

When the creatures are dispensed and you're surrounded by nothing but their vestiges, you turn back to look at Rolan. He's already looking at you.

There's a long, charged moment where you both stand there staring at each other, panting to regain your breath, and once again you're struck by his beauty. He's shrouded in the cursed gloom, but his bright yellow eyes cut through the twilight. His hair is dishevelled around him, and the loose strands fly around him in the cold breeze. The cantrip above him illuminates him from overhead and casts an intense shadow on all of his features, and it makes his jawline look even sharper.

You take a step towards him, and whatever spell that surrounds the both of you shatters. His face furrows into a scowl.

"Gods damn it all! I can do nothing right - not a damn thing!"

He's shaking, possibly with rage, possibly adrenaline. Possibly with the knowledge that he very nearly met his end.

"Rolan, what are you doing out here?"

You know the answer already, you're not sure why you ask. He answers regardless.

"I was looking for Cal and Lia! What else? Instead I found myself cornered by shadow-fiends and in need of rescue. By you of all bloody people!"

You ignore his remark, "you were trying to help your family, Rolan. You're being too hard on yourself."

His response is muttered under his breath. "Or not hard enough."

You frown, but before you can argue he speaks again. He won't look you in the eyes, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"Just... be on your way. I'll return to Last Light. I know when I'm outmatched."

He turns to leave and you reach out without thinking, grabbing his wrist and yanking him back. He looks at you in shock.

"Are you stupid? I'm not letting you go off on your own again. We're going back together."

His responding scoff sounds insulted, "brilliant, so you don't even trust me to walk on my own anymore?"

"That has nothing to do with it." You pause for a moment, hesitating over your words. "I was worried about you, Rolan. I didn't know if I'd be able to find you and-"

"Oh, so you didn't trust me to begin with! How reassuring!"

"Shut up !" His face falls at your outburst, but he doesn't say anything else. "I didn't know if I was going to be able to find you, and I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if the last thing I said to you was something horrible. Something I didn't even mean. So, for all the Gods' sake, don't wander off on your own again. Just..." You can feel a blush rising on your face, and you pray he can't see it in the low light of the evening. You drop your eyes to the ground. "Just... Let me look after you. Please?"

He doesn't say anything for a moment, so you look back up at him. His eyes flick back and forth between both of yours, as if searching for something, and finally he sighs.

"Okay."

You let out a breath. "Okay."

He snorts. "Okay."

You can't help snorting back, and shake your head at him in disbelief.

The both of you stand there for another moment, and you suddenly realise that you're still holding onto his wrist. You clear your throat and drop it, nodding decisively.

"Okay." He snorts at you again, but you ignore it. "I'm pretty sure the inn is that way."

He quirks an eyebrow, "pretty sure?"

You respond with an affirming noise and he snorts once more, "well, that's reassuring."

You glare at him. "Well, I'm incredibly sorry." You begin walking and he follows. "I wasn't paying too much attention when I legged it towards the sound of you getting your ass kicked."

He lets out a real laugh at that, which is both surprising and delightful. You can't remember if you've ever heard him actually laugh. It's bright and clear and somewhat musical, and the smile he wears with it suits him much more than his usual scowl.

"Is that what it sounded like? I rather hoped it was more like a remarkable wizard teaching some abominations their place."

It's your turn to snort at him now, "if that makes you feel better."

He chuckles, and you slip into silence as you fall into step beside each other. It's silent for a long while before you speak again.

"I wanted to-"

"I should really-"

You both stop, turning to look at each other, and he laughs.

"Sorry, sorry. Ladies first."

"I wanted to apologise. For the way I spoke to you earlier. That wasn't fair."

He shakes his head, burying his hands in his pockets as he continues walking with you. "Not at all. I was rude to you first, I should be the one apologising."

" Ah , so you admit I was rude?"

He laughs, "well, calling me a useless drunk isn't the nicest thing I've ever heard you say, but I suppose it wasn't entirely undeserved."

You frown, "I'm pretty sure I didn't-"

"Not quite in those words, no, but I rather think that was the gist. Regardless, there's no apology necessary. I've been incredibly unfair to you."

You shrug, and your steps echo in the silence. "Not really."

You can hear the frown in his voice, "Tav, I mean it I-"

He cuts himself off as you come to an abrupt stop.

"Tav?"

You look around and sigh. "Rolan. We've gone in a circle."

"We have?"

"We have."

You can see his confusion, "how can that be possible?"

You sigh deeply. "I don't know. This place is weird, and the fog is too dense. I have no idea where we're going. All I know is that we walked past that tree stump earlier."

There's a long pause before he speaks again.

"So... What now?"

"Honestly?" You sigh again as you look off into the distance, seeing nothing but dense mist. "We can either keep going and hope we find the inn, or we can camp out here until the fog lifts a bit."

He looks scandalised, "camp? Out here ?"

"Well. It wouldn't really be camping. We don't have any supplies. Or a bedroll. Or a tent. It's more like... Sitting down and waiting."

He grimaces. "Sounds delightful."

You shrug, "it's up to you."

When you look at him again, he looks conflicted, but eventually he nods. "Very well, I suppose staying here is better than getting ourselves more lost."

You nod in agreement. "Wise choice."

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It's not like you didn't already know this, but it's becoming increasingly apparent that Rolan is not a patient person.

You managed to find a spot with a rock outcropping that made a good enough shelter. The problem is, for both of you to fit under it, it's a little cramped. But you didn't want either of you sat out in the open where anything could spot you, so you'd reluctantly backed up to the wall and against Rolan's side.

It's a bit maddening, being this close to him. His scent fills your nostrils (he smells like the weave and something musky, like sandalwood), which is incredibly distracting, and up close you notice he's covered in freckles. They cover his cheeks and forehead and climb their way up to his ears. He's also taken his hair down, which is frankly rather rude of him. It looks soft.

What's ruder is the fact that he literally cannot sit still. His legs bounce where they're stretched out in front of him, and every few minutes he adjusts his posture with a loud groan.

When his leg starts bouncing again for the umpteenth time, your hand shoots out and grabs his knee on its own accord to hold it down. He jumps at the contact and whips his head towards you, and the look of alarm he's wearing would be funny if he wasn't driving you insane.

"Rolan. If you don't stop fidgeting, I'll stop you myself."

He frowns. "I can't help it."

You arch an eyebrow, "right, so you want me to hold you down for the rest of the evening? Because I will."

His face flushes and he shakes his head no, so you withdraw your hand. You feel his body relax next to you.

"You may as well try and get some sleep. I can keep watch and wake you up when it's safe to move."

He clears his throat, "that won't be necessary. I'm fine."

You scoff. He's definitely not fine, he's been wiggling around since you both sat down. You tell him as such and the blush rises back to his cheeks.

"I'm not- That's not why I'm-" He sighs "I'm fine ."

"Ah, yes. People who are fine usually writhe around like worms."

He scowls at you, but doesn't say anything. At that moment you feel a shiver rip through you, and his face softens with concern.

"Are you okay?"

You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself, "I'm fine."

He pulls a face at you and crosses his arms. "Ah, yes. People who are fine usually shake like leaves."

Okay, in fairness, you walked right into that one.

"I'm okay, honestly. I'm just a bit cold."

You hadn't really thought about it when you left the inn, hopped up on adrenaline, but now you're sat here you've begun to realise you're not dressed for the chill. You're wearing a pair of light trousers and an old sweater with holes in the sleeves; the clothes you sleep in. It was fine when you were racing around looking for Rolan and fighting shadow creatures, but now that you're sat still with your back up against rock the cold is seeping into your body.

Rolan looks you up and down a few times, then makes a noise of frustration. "Gods, I'm sorry. I should've thought to- I haven't got enough magic left to cast anything to keep you warm."

"It's fine, I'll manage. Besides, you're like a furnace."

It's true, you can feel the warmth from his body where his arm is pressed up against yours. You've been trying not to think about it, but it's getting harder to focus on anything else.

There's a moment of silence, and a look of hesitation in Rolan's eye, before he lifts the arm that's against you and instead wraps it around your shoulder. You flinch.

"What are you doing?"

He's blushed again. "Well. We- tieflings, that is- we naturally run hotter. And I got you into this predicament, so the least I can do is stop you from catching pneumonia."

You try desperately to think of an argument that stops him pulling you closer, but you come up empty. You're cold and he's warm, and he smells nice and his hair looks soft, and you are a weak, weak woman.

When you don't say anything else, he tentatively stretches his arm back around your shoulder, and places his hand there awkwardly. You pull a face at him.

"That can't be comfortable, your wrist is at an angle."

He shrugs, which makes you sigh. You grab his hand where it rests on your shoulder blade and manoeuvre yourself so that you're resting your head against his chest. You wrap his arm around you and push yourself against him. He freezes.

There's a long moment where you wonder if you've overstepped a boundary, but then he's sinking himself down against the rock so you can better lean on his chest, and pulling you tight against the side of his body. There's a moment of hesitation before you feel him rest his chin on the top of your head.

His scent and warmth wraps around you and you can feel his heartbeat against your cheek. His chin on the top of your head is a comforting weight, and being surrounded by him like this feels... intimate. You like it.

"I'm sorry, Tav."

You frown, but don't move. "For what?"

He swallows heavily. "I really was unfair to you. It's not your fault Cal and Lia were taken. You're the only reason any of us made it this far in the first place. I lashed out at you."

You give a small shrug, as much as you can without shaking his arms from around you. There's a moment, and then he's moving anyway, turning to face you and holding both of your shoulders.

"Tav, I mean it. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry."

His eyes are piercing and you struggle to look away despite how intense his gaze is. You shrug again, hoping you don't betray how much his attention affects you. "You were right. I'm not a leader. I just wanted to do what felt right, but I've put people in danger in the process."

He shakes his head, "I wasn't right. The best leaders are the ones who didn't choose it. They're the people everyone follows because they believe in them." One of his hands comes down and grasps yours, and you feel your breath hitch. "People believe in you, Tav. I... I believe in you."

You don't know how to reply to that, so you don't. Another shiver rips its way through your body, and Rolan wraps both of his arms around you and brings your head back to his chest.

"For warmth, of course." He says it softly.

You nod. "Of course." Your voice comes out quiet and breathless, and you feel Rolan shudder minutely.

A voice in the back of your head tells you that you're walking a fragile line, that you're slowly inching your way over it. That once you cross it there's no going back. The warmth of his embrace must be clouding your judgement, though, because you find you don't care.

Rolan's twists his head slightly, and instead of his chin resting in your hair it's his cheek. You feel him rub his face softly into your tresses and it's such an intimate gesture that you feel your heart start beating in your throat. You press your skull up against him tentatively and you hear his breath catch in his chest against your ear.

You adjust your position so that his cheek is pressed against your temple instead. You can feel his breath grazing the tip of your ear, can hear the moment the pace of it staccatos.

It's like a slow dance, the way you both slowly inch towards each other. Your cheek is pressed against his now, and you tilt your head slightly to the side and glance your lips along his cheekbone. You feel his eyes flutter shut as his eyelashes brush against your temple, and you hear his slow exhale.

He turns his head, and you're both face to face. There are only centimetres between you, and his breath passes across your lips.

When he closes the final distance, pressing his lips against yours in nervous, chaste kiss, it feels like the inevitable conclusion that you've been dancing around since you met him. You feel yourself trip and fall over that proverbial line, and as you land squarely on the other side a wall comes up behind you in your mind's eye, preventing you from ever returning to where you were before.

It's only several seconds, but it feels far longer before he pulls away.

He's far enough from you that he can look at you properly, and his eyes scan your face wildly. He's shaking slightly, as if he's terrified of your reaction; as if he hasn't faced cultists and shadow-creatures and come away unscathed.

As you stare at each other, you consider the consequences and implications of this. The complicated predicament you'll be putting yourself in if you entangle your life with his in this way, the unknown and the uncertainties of your life, of your future and potential lack-there-of. You think about his apprenticeship, and the diverging paths you're undoubtedly destined to take. It would almost certainly be a mistake to let yourself slip into whatever this is becoming.

You kiss him anyway.

You feel all of the tension leave his body. He makes a small noise of contentment and you use the slight part of his lips to part your own and deepen the kiss. He makes a very different kind of noise at that, and it runs through your whole body.

You can't resist sliding your tongue into his mouth, and he makes another noise that has your gut wrenching as his arms tighten around you. It turns heated and frantic as you breathe into each other, and when you trail a hand over his cheek and down his neck he shudders and moans.

When you eventually have to pull away for air he chases you, and you can't help but chuckle at him. You see the flush spread over his cheeks and he opens his eyes, clearly embarrassed, but too far gone to say anything about it. His lips are shiny from your spit and his eyes are hooded, and you can't help but lean back in to taste him again. It earns you another low moan from the back of his throat.

He raises a hand to curl into your hair, grabs a handful as he threads his fingers through it, and the noise you make is frankly embarrassing, but it only serves to encourage him. In the next moment, he's dragging you into his lap with your legs straddling his hips, and positioned like this you can kiss him deeper. His other hand grips your hip firmly and you mewl into his mouth, and in response he moans and grinds you down into his clothed length. You run your hands up and down his chest, and one hand wraps around the back of his neck to hold him to you. He keens at the touch.

A loud cracking sound splits through the air.

You both jump away from each other, eyes frantically searching the other to see who hurt what, only to realise the noise is coming from somewhere nearby. Breaking branches. Footsteps.

You leap out of Rolan's lap and crouch next to him, peeking round the edge of the rock wall. You can't see anything, but the noise is getting closer. When you turn to Rolan, his features are hard, and he nods at you decisively as he moves to crouch with you. He comes up beside you, glances out in the direction with the noise. He brings a hand up to clutch your chin, directs it slightly more to the right, and points between a set of trees in the distance.

Whatever he sees, you can't. It's far too dark, and the fog is still a little too thick for you to see through. When you shoot him a confused look, he mouths to you in response.

"Harper."

You frown at that, and quirk an eyebrow questioningly, hoping he can deduce your question: 'Shadow-curse victim?"

He seems to catch your meaning, and he turns back to the tree line, squinting and leaning forward slightly. The movement results in him baring the column of his neck to you, and despite the fact you try, you fail spectacularly at wrenching your eyes away. His skin is smooth and unblemished, in contrast to your own body which you know is covered in a variety of scars and marks. You're overwhelmed by the urge to lean forward and suck a bruise onto his pulse point, which you just barely manage to resist. Not the time .

He turns back to look at you and you flick your eyes up to his in what is unfortunately a very conspicuous manoeuvre. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. Instead, he juts his chin towards the harper in the treeline and whispers; "I think they're friendly."

You nod at that, turning away to look in the direction of the harper, who you still can't see. You can feel Rolan's eyes on you, and with a bolt of arousal shooting through your body you wonder if he's looking at you the way you looked at him moments ago.

You clear your throat. "Hello? Is someone there?"

Rolan leans in and whispers into your ear, and you feel goosebumps raise over your skin. "They've turned this way, they're making their way over."

"Tav?" The mystery voice calls out from the shadows. "Is that you? Karlach sent me."

You breathe a sigh of relief at the confirmation of the stranger's allegiance, and with a pat on Rolan's shoulder you stand and begin walking to the voice. You try to ignore the fact that Rolan practically clings to your side, and the small blossom of hope that brews in your chest.

"That's me." You can see the harper now, a light skinned dwarf with slicked back brown-auburn hair who you recognise as one of the men that guards the gate of the inn. "She'll have sent you out on a rescue mission, then."

He laughs. "She did indeed. Said the fact the both of you-" he nods towards Rolan "-were gone wasn't a coincidence. Her words were something to the effect of 'if that smarmy idiot has gone off to get himself killed, she's probably followed him.'"

You flush, but don't say anything. There's no real defence you can muster, considering the fact she's pretty much spot on.

Rolan jumps in for you. "Well, I'm thankful for the intervention. I owe Tav my life. We were waiting out the fog, I don't suppose you can guide us back to the inn?"

The harper nods, "certainly can. It's not all that far, but keep your wits about you. The critters out here are feral."

~~~

The first thing Karlach does when the pair of you find her at Last Light is flick you between the eyes.

"You bloody moron! How did I know you'd be off canoodling with this prick, hm?"

You can feel yourself going red, but you puff your chest out defiantly anyway, "I went to help him!"

The gleam in her eyes and smirk on her lips tells you she's been spending far too much time with Astarion, "I'm sure you did! Bet he was real grateful for your 'help', weren't you wizard?"

Rolan scowls, but his cheeks look darker than usual. Instead of saying anything, he storms off.

Karlach laughs, but you feel your stomach sink. He doesn't even look backwards at you. Clearly he's come to his senses, now that he's out of mortal danger, and remembered that he hates your guts.

You sigh, and shake all thoughts of Rolan from your mind. "Go on then, K, tell me what you found."

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guinea-pig16 · 8 months

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Yes, Sir!

Soap x Reader X Captain Price

Disclaimer: This is an NSFW piece! 18+ only, please!

Fic is below the cut, hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing a piece with more than one ship!

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Word count: 3,300+

Warnings: AFAB reader, mentions of AFAB parts, penetrative sex, anal sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, threesome (F/M/M), dom/sub vibes

This fic is based off of a dream I had a couple days ago so if you think it's odd, that's why lmao

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Clinks of glasses together filled the air as everyone celebrated a mission well done. Task Force 141 had just completed their latest mission without a hitch, so Captain Price decided to treat the team with a night at their local bar. Laughter and chatter filled the cozy building. You sat at the bar, giggling with Soap, drinking your third beer of the night.

“Ye wouldn’t believe the shite he wis goin on aboot!” Soap leans his head against his arms, shaking from his laughter. “He wis sayin’ shite like ‘two goldfish ar’ inna tank’, an’ one of ‘em goes ‘ye know how to drive this thing?’” Soap’s voice goes deep as he imitates Ghost, and the two of you burst out laughing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ghost (sitting next to Soap) glower slightly at him. Your ribs hurt as you try to contain your giggles.

“Right, what’s all this then?” You hear a voice say. Soap and you look up at Price, giving him a half hearted salute as you both come down from your laughter.

“Ah, Johnny was just telling me something funny that Ghost said!” You smile, still slightly giggling. Price smiles at the two of you.

“I’m glad to see you both enjoying yourselves, even if it’s at the expense of our dear Lieutenant.” You see Ghost roll his eyes and lift his mask to take a sip of his drink. “You all worked very hard on our last mission, you all deserve a bit of rest and reprieve.” You smile at Price.

“Thank you captain! We couldn’t have done it without your excellent leadership.” Price waves his hand, grinning.

“Ah, it’s nothing without a good team. Anyways, I’ll let you three get back at it.” He waves as he goes over to where Gaz and Laswell are chatting.

Soap nudges your shoulder and leans close to your ear. “Better be careful thir, Sergeant, he wis given’ ye th’ eyes…” He giggles and you punch his arm, causing him to pull back, rubbing his where you hit him.

“Oh, stick a sock in it, Mactavish! As if!” You rolled your eyes at his comment. You had to admit though, Captain Price was a good looking man. But you would never get with your superior.

“Ooo, does ‘at mean yer open to other options, love?” He says in an exaggerated flirty voice as he leans close to you, batting his lashes. You bark out a laugh and shove him back causing him to go into a fit of giggles.

“Once again, stick a sock in it, Mactavish, you dog!” You break into a series of giggles with Soap. In your mind though, you look at him differently. Johnny is definitely a very attractive man, but you guys were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less…

The night flew by. At one point, Gaz had challenged you and Soap to a karaoke contest, and you three treated the bar to a drunken rendition of ‘California Girls’. Let’s just say, you were absolutely hammered. To the point Price insisted on driving you home along with Gaz. You accepted the offer, as you had walked here and didn’t feel like walking back home. Around 1 am, Price dragged you and Gaz out of the bar, yelling goodbye to Soap as he was also being dragged out by Ghost, who was his ride home. He drunkenly waved bye to you as he leaned against Ghost for support.

Price helped you into the back seat, as Gaz had won the front sit through rock, paper, scissors. The ride to your house was filled with laughter as you and Gaz shared stories and jokes, Price silent the whole time with a soft smile on his face. Once at your house, Price wrapped an arm around you and helped you inside. He gently sat you on your couch.

“Alright, I believe you can handle the rest now.” You grinned and saluted him. He chuckled and ruffled your hair. “G’nite, dear. See you in a few days.” He said before waving goodbye, making sure the door was locked behind him as he left.

You stretched and yawned. You stumbled slightly going down the hall to your bedroom. You changed out of your clothes and into loose fitting pajamas, before snuggling underneath your covers. You sighed contently as you drifted off to sleep…

Bang.

You jolted awake. You looked around. You were still in your bedroom, snuggled in your blankets. You groan and roll over, attempting to go back to sleep.

Bang.

Your eyes shot open once again. You slowly lean up in your bed, looking towards your bedroom door. What was that? You think. You hear more small bangs and rustling from down the hall. Slowly, you crawl out of your bed, grabbing your phone, and inch towards the door. You wince as your door creaks when you open it. You hear the sounds stop.

You exit your room as quietly as you can, and begin inching down the hall. You reach the end of the hall and peek out towards the living room. Your heart sinks as you see two, large, black figures facing you. You squint slightly. Something about the figures seems… familiar. You hold up your phone and turn on the flashlight and shine it into the living room. You almost sigh in relief when the light reveals Soap and Price standing in your living room. You then furrow your brow. What the hell are they doing here?

You step into the living room, and take note of the open window. Did they fucking climb through the window? “What the hell are you two doing here? It’s the middle of the night.” You cross your arms and glare at the two of them. They both glance at each other and grin as if they’re in on a joke.

“There she is…” Says Soap, taking a small step closer to you. You don’t know why, but you take a step back, feeling uneasy about this whole situation. Price smiles at you, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Don’t run love, it’s okay…” Price says quietly, and you shiver slightly from the tone of his voice. Soap takes another step towards you, you take another step back. He and Price rake their eyes unabashedly up and down your body, causing your cheeks to heat. They take in where your night shirt has slipped down your shoulder, exposing your bra strap, where your pajama pants have sagged slightly, exposing your hips. Soap groans slightly at the sight, making your face heat even more.

“God love… Ye have no idea what ye do to us…” Soap takes another step forward, you take one backwards. He starts slowly stepping closer and closer, and out of apprehension, you walk slowly backwards back into the hall, inching towards your bedroom. Soap begins speaking in a low, husky tone.

“What ye were wearin’ tonite almos’ ‘ad me an’ Price bend ye over the bar…” You blush furiously. Soap eyes haven’t left yours once, practically burning a hole through your head. “Ye always look so intoxicatin’... The way ye sway yer hips… The way yer lips look when ye smile…” He groans lowly. “Yer a damn drug… ye know that?” His pupils are blown wide, with what you can now identify as lust. You go to take another step back, but trip on your own feet and drop your phone. You fall flat on your ass and are helpless as Soap stands before you. He crouches slowly, eyes never leaving yours. He grabs a hold on your ankles and yanks you so you’re underneath him.

He leans down next to your ear and speaks low. “...We’re gunna fuckin’ ruin you tonite, babes…” Your whole body shivers at his words, and your face flushes red. He looks into your eyes, searching for anything that would say no. You look back at him and bite your lip lightly. He grins and slowly drags you out of the hall by your ankles, his eyes burning into your own. When you enter the living room again Price is still standing there, and you lock eyes.

Soap drops your ankles and leans over you once again, arms caging you in. “What a pretty girl ye are…” And presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You let out a soft moan into his mouth, and wrap your arms around his neck. You feel him move to the side as you see Price get down on his knees and lean over you, pressing a kiss to your neck. You feel his hand drift down to your waistband.

“How about we take these off, love…” Price’s hands toy with your waistband. Soap breaks the kiss long enough for you to whisper out a breathy ‘yes’, before recapturing them. He slips his tongue into your mouth as Price presses kisses along your neck and slowly slips your pajama pants downward.

He tugs them completely off and slips down so he’s facing your underwear. Head in between your thighs, he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, causing you to let out a moan into Soap’s mouth. Soap’s hands begin slipping underneath your night shirt and upwards towards your chest.

“May I take these off, dear?” Price asks, finger hooking underneath the waistband of your underwear. Soap breaks the kiss and asks with his eyes to take off your shirt. You breathily say yes to both, and feel your underwear being slipped off as your shirt is lifted above your head. Soap’s hands find the clasp at the front of your bra and looks at you asking. You nod, and he unclasps your bra and admires your exposed chest, before recapturing your mouth. He kneads your chest as you feel Price moving closer to your exposed heat.

“You look absolutely wonderful, love…” Price groans and licks a strip up your heat, causing you to moan into Soap’s mouth.

“That’s it love, keep makin’ those pretty sounds’ fur us…” Soap says, breaking the kiss to gaze into your eyes. Price wraps his arms around your thighs as he sucks on your clit. You gasp and squirm as he prods at your entrance with his tongue, his mouth hot on your sex. Soap takes off his shirt and grins as you rake your eyes over his chest. “Like wit ye see, lass?” He then buries his face into your neck and gently bites as you arch your back to Price’s work.

“Doin’ so good for us, pretty girl… Gonna make sure ye can’t walk in the mornin’...” Price groans in agreement, sending vibrations into your heat. You shiver and whine as Price laps at you. You feel a knot begin to tighten in your lower belly. Price moves his efforts to your clit, and you feel one of his fingers prod at your entrance. You moan loudly as you feel his finger slip into you. You feel Soap grin against your neck.

You gasp as Price pumps in another finger, stretching you out. You clutch onto Soap like a lifeline as your thighs shiver, causing him to chuckle.

“Careful now, Captain, ye don’ wanna break her now do ye?” If you could, you’d glare at him, but the feeling of Price’s tongue and fingers has your mind practically melting. Price says nothing, he just doubles his efforts, pumping faster and sucking harshly on you. You moan loudly, the knot in your belly tightening significantly. You’re so close.

“Johnny… Price… ‘M so close, ah!” You slur out, your whole body trembling in pleasure.

“I know dear, I can feel ya. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry your pretty little head…” Price says, before returning his efforts to your bud. Soap recaptures your lips in a heated kiss, his hands brushing over your chest. He sucks on your tongue, and the knot gets tighter and tighter. And then it snaps.

You moan loudly into Soap’s mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Price slows his efforts and helps you down from your high, your whole body shaking from it. Soap breaks the kiss and you gasp for air, chest heaving. Price finally pulls away from you, and you glance up at him, his beard glistening from his work. He and Soap glanced at each other and began undressing in front of you. Once stripped to their boxers, Soap and Price switched. Soap knelt between your legs, and Price knelt behind you, gently sitting you up and leaning you against his chest. Soap gently rubbed your thighs and looked you in the eyes as he removed his boxers. His cock sprung out and your eyes widened as you took in its length. He grinned and grabbed your legs.

“Liking what yer seein’, doll?” You rolled your eyes at his comment, and flicked his shoulder with your hand. Price and Soap chuckled and he began positioning his shaft to your entrance. He looked in your eyes for any objection, but you just nodded and whispered it was okay to continue. Nodding, he gently pressed his tip to your entrance, the both of you letting out a soft groan. Slowly, he pushed into you, making him curse at your tightness and causing you to lean your head back on Price’s shoulder, who leaned down and kissed your cheek.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, dear.” He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver. Soap bottomed out and stayed there for a moment, huffing. Slowly, he pulled out, and then thrusted back in, making the two of you gasp. A delicious burn traveled through you as he gently thrusted in and out. The burn gave way to immeasurable pleasure as you let out moan after moan for each thrust.

“Johnny… Fast- Faster… Please…” You moaned, head laid back on Price’s shoulder.

Soap chuckled slightly, groaning. “Anythin’ ye want, pretty girl.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, sitting up. And then he began pounding into you, causing you to cry out. He huffed and moaned into your ear, holding you close. The knot in your belly formed again and tightened slowly, making you curl your toes.

“Aww, Price… Yer lookin’ awfully lonely over there…” Soap cooed, grinning. He stopped thrusting into you and you whined at the loss of friction. “Easy there, lass… Thought we should include our Captain… Whit’d ye think, love? Should we?” You dumbly nodded your head, wanting more than anything for Soap to continue pounding into you. You heard Price groan lowly, and the sound of clothes shuffling. Then you felt hands grabbing your ass, and a finger poke into your hole. You gasped at the feeling, and moaned as Price pumped in his finger, stretching out your entrance. You tucked your head into Soap’s neck, and whined as Price put in another finger, then a third.

“There’s a good girl… Doing so good…” Price whispered in your ear, making you whimper. Price removed his fingers, and you felt his cock tease the entrance of your ass. “This is gonna be a bit uncomfortable, darling. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow…” Price kissed your neck, and slowly began to push in. You winced slightly at the stretch, and Soap pressed a kiss on your head and rubbed your back soothingly. Price gripped your waist like a lifeline, and hissed as he bottomed out. The three of you sat there for a moment as you caught your breath, adjusting to the feeling of the two men inside you. You’d never felt so full before.

Finally, after a couple minutes, you spoke. “O-Okay… You can… You can move now…” You wrapped your arms around Soaps neck, face still buried in his neck. You felt Soap smile into your hair, and Price rubbed your waist affectionately. They both slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The air was filled with low groans and breathy moans as the two men slowly pumped into you. Your nails dug into Soap’s shoulders.

“Ah… Faster, please…” You moaned, feeling the knot tighten once more in your belly.

“Ye sure, babes? Don’t wanna… hah… hurt ye…” Soap groaned. You heard Price make a noise of agreement. You whined slightly.

“Please… You won’t hurt me, please… I need more…” Soap and Price groaned at the sound of your neediness.

“Whatever you want, love.” Price said, before the two of them began harshly thrusting into you. You practically screamed at the feeling. They both moaned loudly at the way you clenched around them.

“Thas’ it, thas’ a good girl. Takin’ us so well.” Soap groaned in your ear, lightly biting your earlobe. All you could do was moan in response, brain turned to mush by the two men. You were sandwiched between them, being used as their own personal fuck toy. And you love it. It was a dream come true. You felt their thrusts become sloppy, their moans stuttering slightly. You could feel your own release coming as well.

“Johnny, Price, So- So close! ‘M gonna, ah!” You moaned. You felt one of Price’s hands come up and grip the back of your neck. He pulled your neck back so you were looking at him.

“Go ahead, come on our cocks, love.” He pulled you into a heated kiss. You whined into his mouth as the knot got tighter and tighter. Soap threw his head back, his thrusts getting even sloppier, and he let out a slew of curses.

You let out high pitched moan after moan, the knot getting unbelievably tight. Any second now… You were almost there. Your head felt lighter and lighter, and a ringing started in your ears, washing out the moans of Soap and Price. You were so close. It was about to snap, you were so close you could taste it. And then it snapped and-

BDING!

You jolted.

Your eyes popped open and you squinted. Sunlight filtered into your room through your curtains, hinting it was early afternoon. You sat up, looking around, blinking quickly. Everything was in place from last night, your clothes laying on the floor. You looked down. You were still in your pajamas. You scratched your head, confused. You crawled out of bed and walked down the hall, hesitantly. You peeked into the living room. It was normal. The window was latched and closed. There wasn’t a pillow out of place.

“What the fuck…?” You mumbled. Was that all… a dream?

BDING!

You turned your head back to your bedroom. Was that your phone…? You walked back to your room and grabbed your phone.

You had a couple unread texts from Soap.

You opened your phone and read his shitty typing. He was asking if you wanted to come hangout with him, Ghost, and Gaz today. They were going to see a movie and then walk around town a bit.

“Ony if yer not so hammered from last nite lol.” He typed. You rolled your eyes and texted back that you’d meet up with them at the movie theater. A couple minutes later, he texted back with the time they’re meeting. You agreed and said you’d see them there. You then sat your phone on your bed and stared at the wall.

Memories of your dream drifted back into your mind and you blushed slightly. What was that all about…? You didn’t have any feelings for either of them… you thought you didn’t at least. You shook your head. You only had a couple hours before you had to meet up with the others. So you took a cold shower and changed into a casual outfit.

You walked down the hall and glanced at the living room, your dream drifting to the front of your mind. Your face flushed and you shook your head once again, trying to clear it.

With that, you grabbed your keys and headed out, making sure to lock your door behind you. Hopefully, you could forget about it today.

What a weird fucking dream.

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Thanks so much for reading !!!! This was my first time writing a threesome, so I hope you liked it !!! I was giggling and kicking my feet the entire time while writing LMAO !!! It was such a weird dream, I'd never had one like that before. And funny thing is, I was reading COD fics before bed that night but it had NOTHING to do with Soap and Price, so I have no clue why they showed up. Anyways, thanks for reading !! Ciao!! <3 <3

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On Friday, during Passover, a terrorist attack took place in Israel. The terrorist attacked an 18 years old girl on the streets of Ramla, stabbed her in the back, leaving her seriously wounded, as he ran away. The girl was in the city visiting a friend, whose father and brother heard the girl's screams and chased the terrorist. The dad, a civilian with a personal weapon, neutralized the attacker. The girl's state has since improved, but she's still hospitalized.

There is footage of the terrorist chasing the young girl down the street, stabbing her in the back without even stopping, causing her to collapse to the ground, as he continues, and flees the scene.

The anti-Israel protests on college campuses in the west are horrifying to watch. They were bad enough when they started on Oct 8, while Israel wasn't even counting its dead yet, because we were still fighting terrorists invading our country and endangering our civilians, so Israel's army was still not free to do anything in Gaza, but these protests have somehow gotten so much worse. They've become more openly antisemitic (we've seen more and more people doing the Nazi salute, and using signs calling for a "final solution," the whitewashed Nazi term for their intended annihilation of all Jews):

They are now more openly calling for blood (in the past week or so, we've seen no calls for a ceasefire, instead we've heard chants to kill Zionists, to burn Tel Aviv, for Iran to fire rockets at Israel, meaning at its civilian population, and to globalize the intifada, a wave of anti-Israel terrorist attacks. During the second intifada alone, over 1,200 people in Israel were murdered). They've also become more physically violent, with more and more Jewish and pro-Israel people being assaulted, and even requiring medical care:

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I've been seeing so much, and it's being talked about on the news here more than you can imagine. The presidents of Israeli universities even did something unprecedented, that they've never done during any of Israel's former conflicts, no matter how bad those got. After publishing repeated calls for foreign universities to fight antisemitism and protect their Jewish students, the presidents of Israeli universities have now published an open letter, lamenting that the problem might be beyond the capacity of university presidents abroad to solve, and addressing Jewish students, stating they have a safe space here, offering them any assistance with pursuing it.

The worst protests are in the US, at Ivy League universities of all places, but I've heard horrifying things about universities in Canada, France, Australia as well... I feel like I can't really do this subject justice in just one post, so if I only share with you one last thing about it, this following vid would be it, because it's bigger than just the protests, and at the same time, partly explains how so many people have been recruited into them. It's a typical example of how in this complex conflict, real facts (such as vids filmed on the ground) are often taken out of context and manipulated to present a simplistic narrative, in which Zionists (i.e the overwhelming majority of Jews) are presented as intrinsically violent and evil, while ignoring and even lying about the anti-Jewish violence at play:

Jews and Jewish allies abroad, please take care of yourselves! And don't let all the hate get to you... Just because there's a lot of them, doesn't mean they're right. Or even that they're the majority. They just give that impression by being more vocal than anyone else, and taking over public spaces, pushing everyone else out.

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Royal Pain Part 8

Hello! I don’t know if it’s that it’s summer or what, but I’ve seen a sharp decline on my stories, so I just wanted to check and make sure everyone was okay. Take care of yourselves.

The hunt for the new apprentices start, they make room, and Eddie and Steve talk the design for the tattoo.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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Steve got the biggest, most caffeinated drink on the menu and had downed half of it before he pulled up to Erica’s apartment complex. He put his in the cupholder and then grabbed the tray with Robin and Erica’s coffees plus breakfast.

He trotted up the stairs to Erica’s apartment and knocked on the door. Erica answered the door groggily. She spotted coffee first and grabbed it out his grasp.

Robin took her coffee gratefully from Erica as Steve pulled out their breakfast.

“Bacon, egg, and cheddar on an English muffin for Robin,” he said handing to her. “Fruit salad with whip cream for me and a sausage, egg, and Swiss on a croissant for Erica.”

Again Erica made grabby hands at Steve, who handed it to her.

Once they were fed and on their way, Erica asked, “So what’s all this about anyway?”

Steve looked at her through the rearview mirror. “I’m thinking of taking on a couple of apprentices at the shop so I can focus on doing a large back tattoo.”

“Suzie was telling the truth?” Erica gasped. “Holy shit. I thought she was making shit up. Because there was no way you are cool enough to do a back tattoo for Eddie Munson.”

Steve turned around and glared at her.

Robin smacked him. “Turn around and drive, dingus. I would rather not die today, thanks.”

Erica stuck her tongue at him and he tapped the breaks to get back at her.

“You should let me apprentice for you,” she said as they pulled up to Will’s apartment building. “I have the steadiest hands, from all those years painting tiny ass figures for D&D.”

Steve sighed. “I was hoping to find people who have already started working toward being a tattoo artist, but failing that, I guess I could teach you.”

He got out of the car and leaned back in. “I swear to god, if either of you touch my coffee, you’ll be walking home from here.”

He slammed the door.

“How serious do you think he was?” Erica asked, eyeing the caffeinated beverage with want.

“Don’t try it,” Robin warned her. “The last time someone messed with his coffee, he drove them to the complete other side of town and told them they could find their own way home.”

“Who was this?” Erica asked, rolling her eyes. “Mike?”

Robin twisted in her seat to look Erica in the eye. “Dustin.”

Erica looked at the coffee in the cup holder and then nodded. “Right. No touching the coffee.”

“Smart girl.”

Will and Steve came out moments later, so there wasn’t really time to mess with the coffee, anyway.

“Erica,” Steve said after opening the door again. “We’re going to divide and conquer. You’re going to go with Will to the colleges and shit. Robin and I are going to hit up the bars and clubs. We’ll meet at Nicki’s Diner for lunch in about three or so hours.”

Erica saluted and got out of the car to go with Will. “Roger, roger!”

Steve put his stack of fliers on the back seat and got into his car. He waved at Will and Erica and then drove off.

They had made a list Sunday night and started at one end of town and worked their way through asking if they could put up their flier. At some of the trendier bars and clubs they got turned down, but most of them let them put it up on their community boards.

They are both tired and hungry by the time they make it to Nicki’s to meet up with Will and Erica.

“We managed to put up every flier we had,” Erica said proudly.

“Yeah,” Will said, “I even had to print out ten more to hand out.”

Steve and Robin shared a glance.

“Wait, really?” Steve asked. “Robin and me barely got through our stack.”

Will nodded. “I’m so happy you’re doing this. I’ve been telling you for the last year to get more people in your shop.”

Steve sighed, pulling up the menu to look it over. “I know. I’m actually really excited about this. I probably won’t get more than a couple applicants but even if it’s just me training someone how to tattoo, they can at least do initial sessions of talking out ideas and shit for the clients that will take more than one session. Or even start offering henna that they could practice with in the mean time.”

“Me and my friends do henna all the time,” Erica said. “It’s fun trying to find colors that show up on darker skin tones.”

Steve straightened up. “Oh. Now that’s an idea. Jeff was telling me that it was hard to find a tattoo artist that could do dark skin, because a lot of artists forget that black on black doesn’t show up.” He looked at her and rubbed his lip thoughtfully.

“Would you be willing to do henna at my shop?” he asked. “I’d be able to pay you.”

Erica and Robin shared a glance.

“Does this mean you won’t teach me how to tattoo?” she asked, eyeing him sidelong.

Steve shook his head. “If you want to learn, I’ll teach you. I just don’t want this to be a fun summer thing for you and then when you go back to school in the fall, you never pick up a tattoo gun ever again.”

Erica paused. “Oh. I see what you mean.” She thought about it for a moment before she nodded. “For this summer at least, I’ll stick to the henna and if after this summer is over, I can pick whether to go back to school or stay with you and train to be tattoo artist.”

Steve stuck out his hand and she shook it.

He paid for all their lunch as thank you for helping him put up the fliers.

They spent the rest of the day clearing out the other rooms that would be used for the new artists. They got the chairs set up and them set up to take clients. Most of the stuff was already there, just waiting for Steve to make the decision to hire more people.

They took to cleaning and decorating the rooms to match the rest of the of shop.

They ended up ordering pizza and continued to work until late at night. Finally it was all done. This was the easy part. The hard part was waiting to see if anyone would answer the flier. Or their online messages.

Steve took the younger adults home and then practically crawled up the stairs to the apartment with Robin.

“You know this is entirely your fault,” she said, totally devoid of sympathy. “You didn’t have to spend all night talking to Eddie. You could have stopped at any time and actually got some sleep.”

Steve didn’t even bother rolling his eyes he was that tired. “Just let me die in peace, please.”

Robin pushed him in the direction of their bathroom. “Take a shower at least, dude. And then crash. You’ll thank me and yourself in the morning.”

Steve nodded, already swaying on his feet. He got into the shower and let the heat wash over of his tired, aching body and sighed in relief. He carefully washed his hair, but only did a perfunctory scrub down of his body.

He got out and smiled when he saw that Robin had placed his pajamas in there while he was showering. He pulled on the clothes she set out for him and padded back out to their apartment in bare feet.

“Feel better?” Robin asked from their sofa.

Steve sighed. “Yeah, yeah. It has long been established that you are smarter than me.”

“Hell, yeah,” she said with a grin. “Now go to bed before you pass out on the carpet.”

Steve nodded and went to do as he was told.

He slept deeply for the first time in a long time.

Steve tried not to let his anticipation get to him as he worked on other tattoos, waiting for Eddie to come in. He was pretty sure he failed judging from the smirk on Robin’s face when Eddie finally arrived.

“Hey, Eds!” he greeted cheerfully. “We’ll go over some ideas I had and I can start laying the ground work for those wings of yours.”

Eddie grinned. “I can’t wait to see what you have for me, big boy!”

Robin raised an eyebrow at the pet name, but wisely said nothing as Steve led Eddie back to Steve’s work station.

“I saw the other rooms were opened,” Eddie said as he took a seat. “You’re really serious about the getting more people in here to work for you, huh?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, I’m a little nervous, but mostly? I’m hella excited.”

Eddie smiled fondly at him. “Certainly sounds like it. Show me what you got.” He made grabby hands at the drawing book Steve had picked up.

“You have any ideas of your own that you’d want to do or thoughts on what you think it should look like?” Steve asked flipping to the start of his ideas for Eddie’s tattoo.

He shook his head. “Not really, other than size. I want them all the way down my back.”

Steve nodded again. “I wasn’t sure, so there are a couple of wings that are just on the shoulder blades. You can ignore those.”

Eddie was looking at the different styles of wings and inward facing verses outward facing when a small piece of paper fluttered out of the book on the floor. He bent over to pick it and was opening it when Steve snatched it out his hand.

“Um...” Steve said. “That’s not really anything, just a stupid idea I had after listening to you talking to Dustin on Sunday.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Come on, I want to see it. I promise not to laugh or poke fun.”

Steve held to his chest for a moment and then handed the paper back to Eddie, heart in hand.

Eddie opened the paper up and there was a close to accurate rendition of his back with a pair of leathery bat wings, just like a lot of the designs in the drawing book. But in the middle of the two wings along the spine was a sword. It was a one-handed sword with a wavy blade that started at the base of the spine with the hilt and went all the way up to the nape of the neck with the point. The cross guard was in the shape of a bat and it was black.

It was beautiful.

“Holy fuck, Stevie,” Eddie said, breathless. “What is this?”

Steve blushed. “It’s the sword of Kas.I was thinking on one side of the blade have it say bloody-handed crossed out and then other side have it say betrayer.”

“This.” Eddie tapped the paper. “I want this. All of this. Including what you just said about the words. I want it.”

Steve’s jaw dropped and then he gulped. “It’s going to cost an awful lot. Like more then you were probably planning on spending, though.”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “Sweetheart, I’ve been saving up for this tattoo for years. I have roughly four thousand saved up. I don’t think it’s going to be the problem you think it will.”

Steve gently took back the paper. “You really want to do this?”

“Yeah, I really, really do,” Eddie said, smiling up at him.

A slow, sweet smile blossomed on Steve’s face. “All right. Let me scan this so I can print out the stencils and we’ll get started.”

“I can’t hardly wait.”

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Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Epilogue

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A wedding, good reason to celebrate.

Note : Yeah Im having fun giving a different boyfie to Jiwoong all the time. Also im not assuming his sexuality he does whatever he wants Im just having fun and I could not care less about what type of person he likes. First time im writing smut in my life lmfao I am currently writing this on the 15/06/2023 and i dont know if I will ever post it lmfao

Genre : Smut with a quick introducing ? Just brainrot Matthew smut

Synopsis : Matthew and f!reader celebrating in their own way the wedding of their friend Jiwoong

Warnings : unprotected sex, princess calling, making out, playing with tits, lots of foreplay

Minors please do not interact. I repeat minors do not read this.

You swear it was yesterday he was tutoring you in math and introducing to you one of his closest friend.

But now you were here, two years later, celebrating his union to the love of his life, Jongwoo. With heart eyes and tissues, you saw the two men dancing together. When you had met Jiwoong he had already been a in a relationship for four years and living with Jongwoo. And now finally seeing him at his happiest, with a smile plastered in his face. You could start to feel yourselves sobbing once again.

Your boyfriend, Matthew took your hand in his. Envelopping a kiss on it.

“Being sentimental baby ?”

Unable to answer you just sniffled, before leaving your table to fetch yourself something to drink.

With the love in his eyes, Matthew followed you make your way toward the bar, but most importantly he saw the eyes of men on you. As you came back at the table, Matthew rested his hand on your thigh and circling it.

Jiwoong and Jongwoo saw the both of you at your table and salutated you both, wishing for you to have a good and proper celebration.

Watching them leave, Matthew kept pulling his hand in your thigh, he was even starting to get under it and putting his hand close to your inmate part.

Lowering his head on the crook of your neck Matthew whispered “I want you”

Not wasting one more second, the both of you stand up from your chairs before going to the elevator to rejoin your hotel room

Matthew gave a quick look around him before suddenly putting his hands on your waist to join both of your lips together.

The elevator coming in the both of you engulfed yourself in it. The kiss kept getting more passionate, Matthew biting your lips and you feeling his erection against your thigh.

Passionely kissing in the elevator you could not even grasp for air anymore, your boyfriend Matthew was the one that played the game, hand rumaging your body, placing kisses behind your ear. As the elevator stopped both of you went out and sped to go to your room, each other lips not leaving one another.

Feverish, one hand up your thigh and the other unlocking your room, Matthew pushed you in.

"Now you are all mine"

Taking a few moments to look at each other before you started to pull each other even closer. You took him by his tie and joined your lips even more hurriedly than before. You needed him close and now.

Matthew’s hands were rummaging under your dress and quickly he passed it over your shoulder to take it off. Grasping for air you did the same for his shirt, helping you he took off his tie.

You started kissing again even more in the urgency of the moment, he pushed you foward the bed not leaving your side. You were grasping even more for air as he kept playing with your skin.

He made you sit on the bed as you traced your fingers all over his torso. Feeling his muscles under your hands. He was muscular and you loved it. Giving you back the feeling, he took you by your neck and joined your lips once again huriedly.

You wanted him more, your hands joined his belt and huriedly you started to take off his belt. With love he was looking at you, kissing your lips and malaxing your boobs.

Finally taking off his belt, you did not wait one more second before pulling down his pants putting it to his knees, smoothly he pushed it over, only staying in his boxers in front of you. The same as you were, only staying in your underwear in front of him.

You felt the wetness between your legs and saw the bugle that was proeminent under Matthew boxer. Withtout him having to ask you for anything you smiled at him « I want you to feel good ». Without even waisting another second your put your hands on his hips and took down his boxers.

Matthew looked at you and smiled in your direction, you smiled back and one last time your lips united before you started to work on him.

Now starting to work him with your hands you started to lick his tip timidly, slowly, liking the sound of despair he was producing for you. In your hands you started to hold his balls and massaging them.

Slowly you started to put his tip in your mouth, before pulling out. Feeling him let out a growl. You smiled upon hearing his reaction. That was only making you more needy for him.

You put his dick back in your mouth completely, licking it, pulling it up and down. Malaxing his balls. Feeling good Matthew grabbed you air pulling you closer to him. You started to feel him even more eager for you, you didnt wanted him to cum just yet, and before he could you took his dick off your mouth and by his neck you eagerly joined your lips together

"You are making me crazy princess"

Without wasting one more second Matthew threw you on the bed, leaving kisses all over your body, his hands going to rest on your boobs and finally on your back where he took off your bra.

He stared lovingly at your boobs before kissing them leaving wet marks all over you. You felt his erection against your lower body and the wetness between your legs, you couldnt just stand it anymore, you needed him.

Feeling you getting wetter under him, he went lowler on your body, leaving wet marks and kisses all over your it. The works he was putting on you was making you crazy, you couldn’t stop moaning and soon you started grinding against him.

“Not just yet princess"

Feeling that you were loosing your calm he finally went down closer to your sexual part, kissing over he slowly took your panties off. Giving you one last kiss.

Matthew was making you crazy.

He started by opening your legs violently before him and finally seeing you wet all over for him, he grinned, loving the view.

Slowly he started to give back the favor you gave him, licking your clit, making you feel good all over. Kissing your inner thight, and lipping it again, kissing the lips of your vagina. He truly was making you crazy, you were just full on moaning and saying his name.

"I beg you, I need more"

Hearing your reaction he put your hand back on his dick, you needed to get him ready again for you, you started putting it up and down while he kept on licking you.

Slowly you put his tip closer to your entrance, Matthew stopped his work down and joined his lips to yours. Before starting to put his dick to your entrance.

You started to groan even more loudly

" Matt now"

Grinning against your lips he went fully in, withtout teasing you anymore, you could feel his whole width inside you and his dick twitching inside your walls. Liking the sound you made he started by going slowly pulling his body close to yours, with his hands he kept massaging your boobs, kissing you and grinding inside you.

Needing. More, your hand rested on his back, putting your nails on his back, scratching his back.

You could feel that you were started to be close and his reaction told you that he too was getting close. His trust kept on coming in stronger, your walls were getting stronger on him.

"Now"

Finally Matthew gave in his last trust, fully giving in his liquids inside you and you giving your liquids to him.

Both grasping for air, Matthew pulled out of you and left kisses on your shoulders. Laying down next to you, your head going to rest on his torso, Matthew pulled the cover on both of you, tucking you in.

"We should go to weddings more often my love"

"We definitely should"

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azukiel · 1 month

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Nightfall Heir Chapter 13

🔞 MDNI 🔞 NSFW

Warnings (as a whole): Explicit sexual content, Graphic descriptions of violence, PTSD, Angst, Blood kink, Kidnapping, Pregnancy and Childbirth

⭐Here is the story on Archive of Our Own ⭐

Summary: Two years have passed since the events surrounding the destruction of the Absolute. Baldur's Gate is slowly rebuilding itself from the rubble, and you and your companions have established yourselves within the city to help in its restoration.

You and your vampiric lover, Astarion, had been nigh inseparable since coming back together. Yet a certain turn of events saw to your kidnapping and then... to your unexpected pregnancy.

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Astarion cantered to the barracks as the young officer had bid. As much as he despised having to be dragged away from your amorous embrace, the sooner he attended this matter, the sooner he would be home again to be folded into your embrace. He could already feel a stir in his loins at the thought of your lips wrapped around his cock again.

He trotted the horse into the main square in front of the barracks, where the giant oak and iron gates opened up to greet him, the officers and their subordinates saluting him. Astarion still struggled with receiving such respect, and as he dismounted, he tipped his head towards them. The officers saluted once more and made haste towards the enormous building where Lae‘zel and the Grand Duke waited.

Despite his aversion to formalities, Astarion felt compelled to display some decorum in the presence of Wyll. After all, the young human still held the position of his ‘supposed’ superior.

Lae‘zel emerged from an office and approached him in the main stone hall. “Ah, Astarion, just the fanged pointy-ears we wanted to see,” she greeted him with a smirk.

Astarion looked the female Gith up and down before replying, his expression somewhat perturbed. “Really, Lae’zel?”

Lae’zel snickered. She would never miss an opportunity to take a jab at Baldur’s Gate’s most revered vampiric magistrate. His usual reaction of irritation amused her, but today he seemed uninterested.

“No mood for amusement? Let’s cut to the chase then,” she said, unfazed.

They both walked in unison down the long corridor until they reached the doors of Ravengard’s office.

“Ah, Astarion!” Wyll greeted with his usual upbeat nature, his hand already extended towards the vampire. “Glad you could join us. How’s Tav?”

“I wouldn’t have left if she was not well,” Astarion stated plainly, shaking Wyll’s hand with a tight grip.

Wyll nodded as he cleared his throat. “No, of course not.”

“Besides, Halsin is taking care of her. Now, what is so dire that needs my attention?” Astarion began, his tone one of impatience. He already wanted to be at home with you. “I have a very horny wife that I’d much rather be servicing at the moment.”

Lae’zel smirked, and Wyll raised a brow. Wife?

Ravengard sighed heavily. “Your ‘dire’ situation has reared her ugly head again, my friend,” Wyll finally stated, leaning back against the oak table behind him.

The mood shifted from one of slight levity to one of strain as the weight of his words became clear.

Astarion could not help but exhale, and his face turned hard as the tension within him grew.

“Where?” His teeth gritted.

“The sewers. Fitting for the gutter rat she is.” Lae’zel answered. “A blood-trail has been left, one she intends for us to follow.”

“What was found?” Astarion continued his interrogation, his hands gripping the top of one of the chairs as he leant towards Lae’zel and the Grand Duke. His body tingled with an inner rage, but his face remained stoic and composed.

“Corpses. All with their faces skinned right off their skulls.” Wyll answered solemnly.

Astarion’s nose twitched with disgust. “Fitting,” he thought.

“Have you identified any of these corpses?” Astarion asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

“By name? Not as yet. But they appear to be just normal folk. There is one thing that is bothersome, however…”

Astarion frowned. His brows furrowed with the intensity of his thoughts.

“... and that is that they all belong to one race.“

Now Astarion’s curiosity was piqued as he raised a brow.

“They’re all drow, Astarion.” Wyll finished the statement so Astarion could fully comprehend the true magnitude of their situation.

Astarion’s back straightened, and his whole body prickled with anger. Yes, it was very fitting. An apparent retaliation, an eye for an eye.

“Where are these bodies? Have they been brought to the morgue?”

“They are being transported there as we speak.” Lae’zel answered. “Karlach is escorting them there out of public view.”

The vampire nodded. “And of course I must investigate. I cannot give that faceless bitch any opportunity to lay harm upon Tavrin again.”

Wyll held his friend’s bicep as a show of solidarity. “It will be alright, Astarion. We will all keep Tav safe. Lae’zel and I will escort you to the sewers once the bodies are in the morgue.”

Astarion felt a lurch in his non-beating heart at Wyll’s assurance. This all seemed too surreal. After that vile wench eluded them, it appeared she would not abandon her chase after you and, thus, the child you were carrying.

Would she not give up? Was she so committed to destroying you? The Bhaalinist spawn and her followers must be extinguished forever.

The vampire shuddered. In a brief moment, his mind conjured up many scenarios where your life could have ended, each one burning his brain. As much as he would love to, he could not shield you entirely lest he kept you in proximity at every moment. Though that was not entirely a bad idea in his mind - you could spend your days in bed pleasuring and humping each other - he knew you would refuse to be caged like some bird.

“Very well.” Astarion closed his eyes as he returned the firm grip upon the younger male’s forearm. In that case, I’ll have to go home and let Tav know we won’t be having morning escapades anymore. However, I’m unsure if it’s wise to inform her of the reasons.

Wyll and Lae’zel exchanged glances. They were sceptical.

“Informing her is our best action, Astarion. She was in the thick of the dangers that surround us now, and she is as much a part of this investigation as the rest of us. She has a right to know.” Lae’zel spoke.

Wyll cleared his throat. “It is your call, Astarion. But I concur with Lae’zel. I believe keeping her fully informed would be a must.”

“And I, too, would normally agree. However, we have recently learned that Tav’s condition is a little more fragile than previously thought.”

The room fell silent once more.

“What do you mean?” Lae’zel demanded, her brows furrowing.

Astarion held his palm up to them, calming their eager ears. “She is with child.”

Wyll’s brows lifted to his hairline, and his jaw hung open as he tried to process his friend’s revelation.

“So I must balance the pressure of protecting Tavrin and ensuring she doesn’t crumble under the strain as well.” Astarion continued.

“Sh … she’s with child?” Wyll repeated, his disposition turning giddy, the corners of his lips curling into a boyish smile.

Astarion rolled his eyes and chuckled inwardly. Of course, Wyll would be elated for them.

“Who is with child?” Karlach burst through the doors with her usual buoyant demeanour. Her attire was dishevelled, her skin dusty, and she reeked of death, but she was as energetic as she always was. She looked at Astarion, her eyes widening as he watched her with a serious expression.

“What? No way! You can’t be serious! Is she really? Oh, by the gods!” She flung up her arms before clapping Astarion hard on the back with unrivalled enthusiasm.

He flinched from the pain and put his hands up to calm her down. “Now, now, Karlach. There’s no need to get so worked up.”

“How far long?”

Astarion sighed. “Just a few weeks.”

The fiery teifling grinned ear to ear.

Astarion firmly cautioned against widespread knowledge of Tavrin’s condition.

“Well, considering the circumstances now, I suppose you are right,” she pondered the matter.

“Can we tell Gale and Shadowheart and…?” Her excitement returned.

“Only those close to us,” Astarion warned.

“Of course, but... wait... how did you guys make a baby?”

Astarion raised a brow as Wyll chuckled, and Lae’zel rolled her eyes to the back of her skull in exasperation. “Don’t you know how babies are made?” She groaned.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, of course I do. But our fanged friend here is technically... well... dead!”

Astarion grimaced at the nickname he was often slapped with, but Wyll stepped in to his defence. Not like he needed it.

“Undead,” he corrected in a pragmatic tone. “But I am also curious, Astarion. I was not aware vampires could procreate.”

Astarion shrugged nonchalantly. “According to Halsin, we apparently can with other anthropoids, though it is a rare occurrence. A half-vampire is apparently called a Dhampir.”

“Well, congratulations soldier!” Karlach slapped him across the back cheerfully again, almost causing him to tumble. “I can’t wait to see Tav and congratulate her myself!”

“I’m sure she’ll look forward to it.” Astarion winced from the stinging in his back.

“Now that you’re here, I assume the bodies are in the morgue?”

“Ah, yeah, we used the tunnels to bring them in so that we wouldn’t have to cart the poor sods through the streets. I’ve stationed more guards around the area. Say the word and I’ll go back down there to flush the bitch out myself.”

Astarion crossed his arms tightly against his chest again, his expression solemn. “She’s probably gone from there by now. Consider the blood-trail as a forewarning of darker things ahead. Regardless, we shall scour every inch of the sewers and other underground tunnels for a trace. The scent of her blood is burned into my memory. I’ll locate her and rip her limb from limb. Even if it’s my last endeavor in this city.”

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winchesterszvonecek · 7 months

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Ok bare with me this idea is a little juvenile but it’s appealing to me for some reason 🤦🏻‍♀️.

Otis and Y/n just starting dating so they’re very much in that annoying honeymoon phase where they can’t keep their hands (and lips) to themselves, Cruz accompanies Otis & Y/n to a laser tag (or paint ball) outing but soon regrets it after he catches them making out instead of “properly” participating in (chosen) activity.

Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek x fem

Laser Tag - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek]

Summary: Cruz gets fed up when you and Otis keep making out during laser tag

Word Count: 2079

Warnings: female!reader, suggestive tones, sex references, flirting

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When it came to laser tag, it was safe to say that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing. Sure, you’d been once or twice when you were a kid but other than that you were practically useless at it, which is why when Cruz asked if you’d like to join him and Otis at their weekly game, something he’d later come to regret, you were rather surprised to hear yourself saying yes.

Honestly you didn’t care much for laser tag, nor did you ever think about it or going to play it, but the reason as to why you agreed to a game you were more than likely going to suck at was because of one person and one person only. Otis.

You and Otis had just recently started dating after months of flirting and driving the others crazy. And the two of you were very much still in the “honeymoon” phase of your relationship where you couldn’t seem to keep your hands or your lips off one another, so any chance you had to corner him in a dark room so you could have a steamy little make-out session, then you would absolutely be taking it.

You stood next to the bench, your back to Otis who was gladly helping strap you into your laser tag vest, something that was taking him longer than necessary as his hands kept roaming across your body any chance they got, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck as he eventually pulled the strap to fasten your vest on securly.

“Is that too tight?” Otis asked quietly into your ear, not wanting you to be uncomfortable or have anything sticking into you whilst you played the game, the one he knew neither of you would be so much as participating in. At least not properly.

“No… No, it’s perfect.” You whispered, spinning your body in his hold to face him, your hands trailing up the hardened biceps that hid beneath his shirt as your teeth hooked over your bottom lip, itching to pull him in for a kiss.

“The only thing that’s perfect here is you.” Otis said in a hushed tone as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours before a rather loud, seemingly annoyed, throat clear echoed throughout the room from behind you.

You rolled your eyes, Otis leaning his forehead against yours as he let out a soft groan before the two of you shifted to get a better look at Cruz, who was standing with his arms folded and looking as though he was about to scold the two of you like a mother who’d just caught her teenage daughter making out with a boy.

Cruz shook his head, muttering under his breath about this being a mistake before he grabbed his own vest and laser gun, strapping it to his chest before he focused his attention back onto the two of you, not surprised to see you both whispering sweet nothings into each other's ear.

“Can you two focus please?” Cruz sighed exasperatedly, your hushed whispers turning to quiet chuckles before you silenced, rolling your lips in a way that reminded you of being told off at school. “Okay, it’s us three and… those two.” He pointed, unamused, towards the two guys at the other side of the room, both of whom were stoned out of their minds. “Against the other team… Pretty much just us three, so if we want to win then I need you both to focus and please, for the love of God, keep your hands to yourselves.”

“Aye aye captain.” You saluted, standing tall as Otis chucked next to you, making Cruz mumble ‘we’re screwed’ under his breath before he spun on his heels and headed to the arena entrance. “What’s got his boxers in a bunch?”

“He takes laser tag very seriously.” Otis whispered into your ear as he threw his arm around your shoulder, leading you towards the entrance where as usual, the rules video was playing on a small screen off to the left, which was pretty much a waste of electricity at this point as no one ever paid attention to it.

Eventually though the game had started, meaning you were wandering aimlessly around a dark arena that was designed to look like a mediaeval castle for some reason. You had no idea why as it wasn’t like they used laser guns back in those days, if anything it should have been designed to look like some futuristic city but whatever, you didn’t care. All you cared about was finding Otis again as amidst the darkness the two of you had gotten separated and you’d very much like to find him again as truthfully, you didn’t really like the dark and you were finding yourself a little on edge about being alone.

Hearing footsteps coming towards, you ducked around a corner, your back pressed firmly to the wall as you held your gun out in front of you, which made you feel like you were pulled straight from one of those action movies Otis made you watch. Well, more like made you put on in the background whilst you occupied yourself with other, more exciting, things. You held your breath, listening as the footsteps got closer before you jumped out, ready to pull the trigger should it be the opposing team. But it wasn’t. Instead, and to your relief, the footsteps had belonged to Otis.

“Jeez…” Otis breathed out, his hand landing on his fast beating chest as you’d scared the crap out of him by jumping out at him. “God, baby… What are you doing jumping out like that? You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“I was preparing myself for an enemy attack.” You said jokingly, chuckling a little at the startled look on his face which quickly shifted, his jaw now tensing a little as his eyes began to drink you in.

“Enemy attack, huh?” He whispered, licking his bottom lip, his gun dropping to his side where it hung loosely by the strap attached to his vest. “Well how about for now…” He grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you closer to him at the same time as moving you both back, pinning you to the wall which had the blue LED lights on your vests clatter together. “You pretend I’m the enemy and we fraternise a little?”

“Mhmm, forbidden love…” You said playfully, biting down on your bottom lip as you trailed your hands up his arms, one heading straight to his hair where your fingers curled tightly around his shortened strands. “Risky… I like it.”

The second the flirtatious words left your lips, Otis’s were on them, kissing you with such passion and such heat that you were surprised there weren’t sparks shooting out from between you. His hand roamed up your waist, delving under your vest and t-shirt, making you twitch involuntarily from the sharpness of his cold hands against your skin. He’d almost gotten fully up your chest, the vest making it a little harder to move, before a bang on the wall next to you made you both jump and pull apart.

“Nice to see you two working so hard.” Cruz said, unamused as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching as you fixed your hair and wiped at your smudged lipstick before subtly fixing your askew t-shirt. “Come on… Oh, and less kissing, more shooting please. We’re already losing and there’s not long left to go.”

“Yes sir.” You mumbled, once again saluting which had Cruz simply roll his eyes before he turned on his heels, motioning with his gun for you both to follow behind him.

You and Otis managed to behave for a little while and actually scored some points for your team before you inevitably got separated from Cruz once again. And totally not on purpose so you could find a quiet spot to make out in before he caught you, something you knew would happen but still didn’t stop you from doing so anyway.

“Have I ever told you how hot you are?” Otis groaned softly against your lips, feeling your hips push up against him and sparking a fire deep with his chest.

“Only all the time.” You whispered, gasping quietly as his mouth worked its way along your jaw and down your neck, which you arched to allow him the best access so he could sink his teeth into your skin and mark you as his own. “Fuck… Baby… I can’t wait to go back to your place.”

“Why wait when we could do it right here?” Otis exhaled, trailing his tongue over the red mark he’d caused on your neck, making your legs wobble beneath you as your grip on his hair tightened.

“I’d have never taken you for the public sex type.” You said with curiosity, arching your eyebrow as you tried to get a read as to whether he was serious or not. As regardless of whether you were that type either, something about him right now had you wanting him to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.

“I’ve never usually thought about it…” Otis confessed, pulling your t-shirt aside and gently running his teeth over your collar bones which had you hum softly beneath him. “But when it comes to you… I just can’t seem to wait until we’re in private.”

Otis straightened, his lips attaching firmly back onto yours as your leg lifted, hooking around the back of his as you not so subtly began to grind your hips up against him, causing a low groan to rattle up his chest as the movements of his lips on yours slowed before an irritated voice caused you both to jump apart.

“Are you two for real?” Cruz exclaimed around a scoff, having you blush with embarrassment over being caught in an almost compromising position. Even if it was only Cruz. “Can you seriously not control your urges long enough to play a game?”

“Cruz, relax… It's just a silly game.” Otis chuckled, unsure why he was getting so annoyed. “Who cares if we lose? It’s not a big deal.”

“Otis, the last time we lost you sulked for an hour afterwards.” Cruz pointed out, his lips a little pursed as he stared accusingly towards Otis, who glanced quickly over to you just in time to see you smile before you rolled it. “Look, there’s only like a minute left and we’re only one hit away from winning, so can we please focus?”

Just as you were about to groan from annoyance at actually having to play the game you’d agreed to, a brief flash of red from behind Cruz caught your eye, making you squint a little to see further into the darkness. You could see a figure, lurking in the shadows, using the walls and wagons as cover to hide their flashing vest. Your hand tightened around your gun, lifting it slowly so as to not raise suspicion as you could tell whoever was creeping up on you from the other team had no idea you saw them.

Otis and Cruz were still bickering, something about Otis lacking attention skills now that he had a girlfriend, to which Otis responded with something along the lines of ‘at least I have a girlfriend’. But you weren’t listening, you’d learning to block the two of them out when they got like this and it was just as well that you did as just ten seconds before the game ended, the opposing team member jumped from behind a wagon, only before he could shoot Cruz in the back, you pulled the trigger.

The red LED lights covering the enemy’s chest flashed purple, an almost robotic sound emanating from it which had Cruz and Otis jump, the former spinning on his heels just in time to see the guy who’d given you the win groan in defeat. You couldn’t help but grin, a little smugly too and you turned towards your fellow teammates.

“Oh what’s that? Did I just give us the win?” You playfully blew at the end of your gun, flashing a wink towards a rather impressed Otis before you continued. “See Cruz, one thing you might not know about women is that we’re great at multitasking… Which means I’m pretty capable of both satisfying my urges and reigning myself the Queen of laser tag.”

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badaziraphaletakes · 2 months

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Comrades I salute you fr. Not only are you defending Our Little Guy (gender neutral), which I'm sure has got to be migraine inducing to read and engage with all these horrifying & honestly sometimes triggering takes, but now getting harassed about it too? I hope you're taking care of yourselves & making space to step away when you need to. You're fighting the good fight, and someone's got to - like it reminds me of the journalists who have to watch fox news in order to defang & strategize against it - but like you deserve peace of mind too.

I'd say I don't know what has these people so up in arms, but. well.

Anyway the struggle is a marathon etc etc. Thanks for what you do and be safe

Thank you so much!

❤️

We love you!

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damonjuicyscock · 1 month

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Playlist- Chapter 14: Shattered dreams (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy, a sad word starting with M and ending with age, language, a few spelling mistakes, maybe.

Words: 2805

Summary: Y/N is pregnant with Noel's baby. We follow her through her pregnancy journey that has its up and downs.

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 14, I hope you'll like it, as per usual. It's a chapter I found important (but very emotional), and the next one will be as well. You know I like to include societal subjects in my story, at first to sensibilize and also give a bit of action in the story. Some of you may even have gone through it and I hope it won't trigger you, that's not my goal. My goal is to provide visibility to subjects like this one, because it isn't taken seriously (at least not enough) and to entertain you.

Next part next weekend !

Love y'all, take care of yourselves !

Enjoy !

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“And now you've given me, given me Nothing but shattered dreams, shattered dreams Feel like I could run away, run away From this empty heart”

August 11th 1996- Knebworth:

I’m pregnant Noel.

I saw his face light up, and the biggest smile I’ve ever seen appear on his face.

Ye’re not joking right? Please, tell me ye’re not joking. He said, taking my hands in his

No I’m not. Should I understand you’re happy about these news? I answered, stunned

I’m the happiest man in the world! I’m so mad fer it, I’m going to be a dad!

He took me in his arms, holding me tight, and everything around us disappeared. I smiled, now relieved.

Before going on stage, Noel kissed me passionately and nailed it even more than usual. I hoped he wouldn’t say anything to anyone yet. But there’s someone to whom I couldn’t hide my condition. Because deep down, she already knew.

Seeing him sile so much and him being so happy, I bet you told him? Patsy asked

Told him what? I answered

About the baby growing in your stomach.

I smiled to myself.

Yeah, I told him. And he’s so goddamn happy about it. And so am I.

And I’m happy for you two! She said, taking me in her arms

I held her back, emotion starting to take over.

You’re going to be an auntie Patsy! I said, on the verge of tears, not believing my own words

August 12th 1996- Knebworth:

It was time for the afterparty, and I felt fit enough to attend, with Noel and a lot of people.

Please Noely, don’t tell anyone yet. I want to keep it for ourselves just a bit, okay? Except Liam. I’m going to tell him. I said

Why tell Liam and not the others?

Firstly, because he’s your brother, secondly because he’s my future brother-in-law and he’s also like my little brother and thirdly, Patsy already knows.

Wot? How does Patsy know?

Who do you think convinced me to take a pregnancy test?

Patsy.

Well done Columbo. Because she knows what it is to be pregnant. So, according to my symptoms, she knew why I was sick.

Noel nodded. I hadn’t smoked for an entire day, and I really needed a cigarette He saw me take my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and took it from me.

Hey! I exclaimed

No smoking. He said, sternly

I just can’t quit like that; it’s going to play on my nerves. Let me have a cigarette per day for a week, so I can get used to it. Please Noel, and I’ll stop.

He hesitated for a second and sighed.

Deal. One per day, not more. And I keep yer pack with me in case ye’d decide to smoke more. I’ll give ye yer cigarette of the day.

Okay chief. I said doing a military salute

Oh no, not ye too calling me that!

Later in the night, when everyone went to bed, I finally had my moment alone with my fiancé, in his arms.

Did you suspect I could be pregnant? I asked

Not a minute. I really thought you had the flu.

And so… how long has it been that you wanted to have a baby with me?

Since November 22nd 1983.

Ew, gross.

Why ew? He said, chuckling

We were literally 16 years old Noely!

I know! I mean… when we were 16, I was like not now but one day yes, I wanted to wait fer this because having a kid at 16 was out of the question, but I knew on this day that I wanted ye to be the mother to me children.

That’s cute. I’m soz I can’t say the same thing because I never really asked myself if I wanted to have children in general before yesterday.

And that’s okay. But if ye thought ‘bout it…

Yes Noely. I would want it to be you. And you’re going to be such a good dad.

At least I’ll do me best. I know what’s running in this little head of yers.

Oh yeah? What then?

Ye’re hesitating to ask me if I’m scared to be like me old man because I had a shitty father. And I’ll answer that I’m scared to become a father, like every parent would be, but I’m also mad fer it. And I’m not scared to be like him, because I’m not him and I’m not like him. And I’ll never be.

Well well… You know me by heart Noely.

Yea, I do.

At around 8 am, I woke up and felt really nauseous. I told myself I should get up and get some fresh air. So, I went outside.

I tried to breath to prevent me from vomiting but ended up throwing up anyway. I felt someone grab my hair and hold them for me. I thought it was Noel. But it wasn’t.

Still sick I see. A male voice said

Yeah, unfortunately. And it might last a bit.

What d’ye mean?

I finished throwing up first.

Sit down, we’re going to have a chat. And thank you for holding my hair by the way Li’.

Anytime.

We walked a bit and sat down under a tree, in the grass. I could see in Liam’s look that he was impatient to know.

So… what I mean is that something that wasn’t planned, at least not yet, happened. You’re going to be an uncle, Li’.

He smiled.

Really?

Yeah.

That’s so fucking cool! Oh, thank ye Y/N, I’m so happy ye’re the one our kid decided to fuck with!

I laughed.

Then thank him too!

Oh, I will, me. How long has it been?

I don’t know yet, I’ll be seeing a doctor once we’ll be back in London.

Good. I can’t wait fer this little one to show up so I can teach…

No Li’, not so soon. I laughed

Oh, ye’re not funny! He answered, rolling his eyes

August 23rd 1996- London:

We were back in London for a few days and for a gig that would take place on this night. And the only appointment I had was on this day. Noel wanted to come with me, but couldn’t miss soundcheck, and this for three reasons. Firstly, because he wanted this gig to be perfect. He always wanted to, and he could have missed an hour of it for other gigs, which leads us to reason number two: This gig would be the MTV unplugged one, meaning it would be recorded and the band worked really hard for this. Reason number three…. Liam let them down on this most important day. I had to separate the brothers who almost fought (again). Liam said he was “sick” and Noel didn’t believe it, and thought he was just hangovered, and though he didn’t mind it, he would have to do the job himself, meaning he couldn’t come with me to the appointment, and hated the fact Liam was lying and unpredictable. He wasn’t doing his job properly.

So here I was… but not alone, because Patsy didn’t want me to be alone during this important moment.

Not too stressed I hope? She asked, while we were in the waiting room

Just a bit. Not because I don’t like going to the doctor’s, I got used to it with years, but because I hope I’m not too far along, knowing I kept smoking and drinking.

You couldn’t have known. You were having your period and all that stuff…

Yes, but nausea and other symptoms should have alerted me. And yet, since I know it, my stomach just grew up and man, I look really fucking pregnant now.

She put her hand on mine.

It’s gonna be okay, I understand how you feel. I didn’t go through the same thing, but I’ve been pregnant, and I know how it feels. You’re still in shock and that’s perfectly normal. But don’t be scared. Everything will be fine.

A silence settled in. I had to get rid of a heavy load.

I’ve already been pregnant before Patsy.

She was shocked.

Really?

Yeah, a few years ago. It’s when Noel and I were separated. I was with a guy called Kenneth. He was beating me and a lot of other stuff.

Like…

Yeah, the sadly famous R word.

Oh, I’m sorry…

Don’t be. I’m fine now. I’m more than that. I’m the happiest bird in the world. I was a lot younger when it happened and not ready. Noel came back and not so long after, I was pregnant, and this baby was conceived during hard moments. Kenneth didn’t like Noel at all, he thought we were a bit too close for his taste. He was paranoid, thinking I was cheating on him, and he was taking advantage of it to take advantage of me and my body. When I told him I was expecting and that I wanted to keep the baby, he pushed me in the stairs and there was no baby anymore.

Oh my God…

And what I’m going to say is absolutely horrible to hear, but I felt sad and at the same time… relief. This child wasn’t meant to be. What could have had happened to his future with a father like Kenneth? Would he have beaten this child too? No, he was killed first. But… it was better this way. It’s as if for once… he’d protected someone from himself and especially with what happened afterwards… I know what I’m saying is absolutely horrifying but…

No. No, it isn’t. What is horrifying is what happened to you. Did you even, have time to mourn this baby?

Not at first. I had to be miss perfect, so I was like high functioning. But when Noel rescued me and the aftermath… I think that’s when I did it. A part of the depression mourned this baby. This is the biggest secret I’ve kept to myself and myself only. No one knows. Not even Noel.

And it’ll follow me to the grave. I’m so sorry and horrified you had to go through this. Noel is right when he calls you his warrior. Because this is what you are.

So yes, I lied to Noel. To protect him. I knew if I told him that he’ll run to the airport and take the first plane to Manchester to kill Kenneth. I thought about having kids before. But I stopped thinking about it since that particular day. And now, the baby I was bearing was all I wanted.

Hearing your baby’s heartbeat for the first time… What a fucking moving moment. I was in tears.

How… How far along am I? I asked

By the size of your baby, I’d say between 4 and 5 months. Let’s say something like 4 months and 3 weeks. And it seems like you’re having a healthy baby boy, I can already see it. Congratulations!

I was happy. All I needed to hear was said. The word healthy was ringing in my head.

I-Is it possible to print a screen shot? For me and the dad? Please?

Of course. The doctor answered, smiling

And once I had it between my hands, I couldn’t let go of it. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Examining and re-examining the little silhouette of the being that was growing in my stomach. To the point, Patsy was forced to tell me we arrived at the Royal Festival Hall. In the car, everything I was thinking about was “And now? how will he look? What name will we choose for this little one?”

I entered the building alone, as the cab left with Patsy who would be coming back to Liam. The guys were in the middle of rehearsals. The minute Noel saw me, he stopped playing and put his acoustic guitar aside before jumping off the stage and running towards me.

Tell me everything. He said, taking my hands in his

I handed him the ultrasound’s screenshot, and he took it.

I’m 4 months and 3 weeks pregnant. And…

And?

And we’re having a baby boy.

Noel jumped in joy and held me in his arms.

Guys, I’m going to be a dad and it’s a boy! He shouted

The boys cheered, happy for us. I looked at Noel, surprised.

Noel…

Soz, I couldn’t help it. And anyway, everyone can see you’re pregnant now!

Jacob!

No.

Romeo!

Out of question.

Milton?

Oh come on, don’t grandpa him yet!

Martin.

Ye can do better.

Owen.

Too American fer me.

Oh come on Noel, we have to decide! I said

Ye’re only 5 months pregnant! We’ve got time fer this!

Actually it’s 4 months and 3 weeks and the baby will be born tomorrow if we let time go by.

Nevermind.

Hey no! My baby’s name won’t go with a simple and jaded nevermind!

Alright, alright. Can I propose one?

I’m all ears.

Frederick. Like imagine, we could call him Freddie Gallagher. A rockstar’s name fer a rockstar’s son.

Noely, I love you and I love Freddie Mercury but no.

Or Simon, what d’ye think about Simon?

Cute but it sounds a bit too much like Simon Lebon. But as a second name, why not? What about Andrew?

Andrew Simon Gallagher… Andy Gallagher… Yea. Yea, actually I like it. It sounds good. Deal.

See? A nevermind can quickly become an Andy.

Oh, shut yer cake ole.

Sometimes, it feels like happiness comes with a price. And everything you were happy about and everything you had planned ends up in a shattered dream. I knew something was wrong when it was going too well.

October 12th 1996- London:

Terrible cramps woke me up. It hurt. I hadn’t felt the baby move for a few hours now. I thought he fell asleep after giving a long series of kicks. I sat on the edge of the bed. I put my hand on my belly. I knew. I felt something was wrong deep inside. Then I felt something humid between my legs. I turned the light on. I was bleeding. It wasn’t a pool, but enough to make me panic.

Noel! Noel fucking wake up I’m bleeding! I yelled

Noel woke up, startling and saw. The man never had his driver license, so he was forced to call 999, and an ambulance took us to the hospital.

I was panicking. But not for my life. And I was right to do so. The doctors made some exams, including ultrasound. This is when the biggest heartbreak of my entire life happened. I previously told you that hearing your baby’s heartbeat is really moving. Then Heartbeat turns to heartbreak. But before turning to heartbreak, it turns to fucking heartache. My baby had been suffering. He had been kicking non-stop to alert me something was wrong. And I didn’t get it. His little heart had stopped beating and It was my entire fault.

But one of the hardest things was that I had to wait. I had to wait for my fucking cervix to dilate, not to give birth but to literally expel my own son from my womb.

Noel was by my side. I didn’t want him to see this, but he didn’t want me to be alone during this hard ordeal. And then we saw why after the “delivery”. One fucking reason. But an evident one. A knot. A knot in the umbilical cord. My son died of hypoxia. This is very rare event, as not all knots are dangerous. But this one…

And it was as if my body detected our little one’s death and started to try to expel him, but he was already too big to pass.

Apart from that tragical event, he was perfect. He had no deformities. And even if he had, I would still have loved him the same.

I was devastated, and so was Noel.

I insisted to hold Andy in my arms for a few minutes, to say goodbye. Noel and I cried, for a long time. We both kissed his little head. A shattered dream and two broken hearts.

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weilongfu · 4 months

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PalmDiao - Continuation of “A Resort by the Sea With a Fishing Fleet for Me,” maybe with Diao visiting Palm’s fishing fleet and all of his men teasing him about his pretty boyfriend?

Teasing was to be expected on a fishing boat and Palm knew that. The men who worked under him were all coarse, sun and salt doing plenty to their outer appearance and manners, and older than him, but good people at heart. So naturally, some manner of ribbing and jabs were going to be had and Palm gave as good as he got. Usually.

Today was initially no exception until Palm's boat approached the pier to offload the day's catch.

"Oh ho ho!" Palm looked over at the fisherman who'd cried out. "I spot a beauty on the horizon!"

"If this is another mermaid joke," Palm groused, "I'm going to be very disappointed."

"Nay! A true beauty! Pale as seafoam and softer than summer breeze." Flex pointed at a figure waiting on the pier. "Tis boss's young master!" Palm would have made a face, but he was too busy running up to the front of the boat to wave at Nueng. "Look how quickly boss forgets us for the young master. It truly hurts."

"P'Flex," said another fisherman at the wheel, "You should be thankful he can't hear you or he'd shove you off the boat for getting in the way."

"Oi, N'Harrow, you better watch yourself! If I get shoved off the boat, I'll drag you with me!"

Harrow laughed as Palm walked back towards the center of the boat and made a motion. Harrow jerked the wheel to the side and Flex lost his footing and nearly tumbled off the boat. All the other fishermen roared with laughter.

Palm extended a hand to help Flex up and Flex accepted. As Palm helped dust Flex off, he casually said, "It's true, my young master is a true beauty. But if you try anything funny when we hit the pier, I'll use your eyes for bait tomorrow."

Flex took in Palm's casual tone and dangerous eyes. "Understood, boss."

"Hands to yourself too."

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By the time Palm's boat reached the pier, Nueng was sipping on a bottle of coconut water while his head driver, P'Ling, held an umbrella over his head to keep off the sun. Nueng had insisted on a large enough umbrella that P'Ling could also comfortably stand in the shade of it. Nueng slipped a pair of sunglasses on as Palm approached before offering him a cool towel.

"Khun Nueng, we're honored you've joined us today," Palm said as he scrubbed at his face before pressing a kiss to Nueng's cheek. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

Nueng looked over to Palm's giggling gaggle of fishermen. "I wanted to pick something for dinner tonight personally. So I figured I should go to the best fisherman I know." The fishermen behind Palm all catcalled for a second before Palm made a gesture behind his back and they all fell silent.

"Of course, Khun Nueng. I'd be happy to assist you in working something out."

"No need, the best fisherman is right here." Nueng hooked a finger into Palm's shirt collar. "And I've gotten the best catch of the day in my hands right now." Nueng gave Palm's shirt a tug and Palm stepped forward willingly. "I trust there are no objections?"

Palm covered Nueng's hand with his own. "Never, Khun Nueng."

"Are you both eye fucking in front of us right now?" Flex yelled out before laughing.

Palm whipped around to glare at the older man but Nueng pulled Palm behind him and smiled. "P'Harrow, it looks like P'Flex is too excited. Can you and the crew help him cool down please?"

Before Flex could react, the crew shoved him into the ocean with glee and laughed as Flex sputtered and cursed.

"It's as you wished it, young master," Harrow said with a salute. "I'll take care of today's catch and send up something special to the hotel. Please feel free to take boss with you as you return, young master."

"Excellent." Nueng gave Palm a look. "Give yourselves tomorrow off for such hard work. Except P'Flex." Another round of laughter and cursing erupted as Nueng lead Palm away.

"Khun Nueng-"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not offended," Nueng said before Palm could get any further. "I'm just being selfish." Nueng rested his head on Palm's still sun-warmed shoulder. "I've decided you're taking tomorrow off and we're going out so you can tease all your men more the day after."

"Going out? Or staying in?"

"Depends on your performance at dinner tonight."

"As always, I aim for the best of evaluations. Please guide me, Khun Nueng."

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spyrogif · 5 months

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Chloroform Jestfulness Syndicate

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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Levi x Reader: You can have mine

Hi everyone! This was a lovely request about Levi asking the reader to be more careful 🥺. I hope you like it! I'll make a post about the requests that are following, so you'll have an idea of what I'll be posting :). Hope you're having a great day 🤍

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‘I’m fine’, you grunted while sitting up straight. ‘You can’t keep this up Y/N, you really can’t’, Hange shook her head while cleaning up the wound on your arm. ‘Hange, it’s just a scratch’, ‘Ai, but what about that?’, Hange nodded towards your other arm.

You let out a deep sigh. You could still feel the bullet dig deeper into your skin with every breath you took.

‘If I didn’t push Jean aside, he’d be dead’, you looked at her, ‘What do you expect me to do? I won’t let one of my cadets die’. Hange shook her head while moving to the other arm, ‘I never said you need to let them die, but look at your body Y/N.. It’s covered in bruises, scars… Every time we go on a mission, you’re badly wounded. We’ve all lost cadets.. Levi, me, Erwin… I know you’re new to this, that you’ve only been doing this for a few months, but it’s inevitable Y/N’.

You thought about your cadets, and how you cared about them. There was no way you would let one of them get killed.

‘I disagree’, you looked at her with a firm gaze, ‘I won’t let anyone die Hange, I just won’t’. Hange took a deep breath while closing her eyes, ‘Want something to bite down on? It’s going to hurt when I take that bullet out of your arm’. You slowly nodded your head in response, ‘Please’.

---

‘Tch, you’, Levi grabbed Jean’s arm, ‘What happened out there? Why’s Hange patching her up again?’. ‘S-she saved me’, Jean looked at the door of the room you were in. He could hear you crying out in pain, it caused a nauseous feeling to wash over him. ‘Why does she always need to save you brats? Last time it was Armin, the time before that it was Eren, before that it was Sasha, ..’, Levi looked coldly at Jean, ‘When are you brats going to learn to watch out for yourselves?’. ‘I’m sorry Captain I.. It was my fault, I couldn’t..’, ‘You couldn’t what?’, Levi tilted his head at Jean. ‘I couldn’t kill her.. Even when she was going to kill me’, Jean’s voice started to shake. ‘One of Kenny’s squad members?’, Levi looked at the ceiling, ‘A-ai Captain’.

Levi and Jean could hear the door opening, both quickly turning their heads, hoping you were fine.

‘Y/N!’, Jean immediately ran towards you, ‘Tch’, Levi shook his head, ‘Calm down Jean, she’s fine’, Levi slowly walked towards you. ‘Ai, I’m fine’, you replied with a smiled while trying to ignore the throbbing sensation in your arm. ‘I’m sorry Y/N, it’s my fault your hu-‘, ‘Don’t do that’, you smiled at your cadet, ‘I’m fine, look? Nothing’s wrong. Now go on, get some rest’. ‘A-ai’, Jean saluted you before walking away.

‘You’re not fine’, Levi’s fingertips grazed over the bandages on your arm, causing you to shiver. ‘I am Levi’, you looked into his crescent-shaped eyes, ‘Tch, don’t lie to me’, he pulled his hand away from your arm, ‘Please Levi’, you sighed, ‘Hange already gave me a lecture, I can’t handle another one.

You felt exhausted. The last thing you needed right now was another lecture. You brushed your shoulder against Levi’s before walking towards your room.

‘Y/N?’, you could hear his voice filling up the empty hallway, ‘Ai?’, you replied softly without looking back. ‘Get some rest, you need it’, his voice sounded rough. You let out another sigh, ‘You too Levi’.

---

‘Oi, everyone’, you raised your hand in the air, signaling your cadets to ride towards you. ‘We’re going to make one last stop before retaking Wall Maria. Hange’s squad will be to our left, Levi’s to our right. We need to kill the Titan’s inside Wall Maria as fast as we can without casualties, understood?’. You waited for your cadets to reply and salute you before getting off your horse.

You saw the determined look on the faces of your cadets, but you wondered how long it would last. You had no idea what was behind that wall, all you knew was that Eren needed to get into that basement no matter what.

‘Oi brat’, you turned around to see Levi sitting on his horse next to you. ‘Don’t you need to be with your cadets right now?’, you looked him up and down with a smirk, you were trying to annoy him. ‘Don’t forget what you promised’, Levi’s gaze met yours, ‘I have a bad feeling’, he turned his gaze towards the wall.

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You could remember how Levi knocked on your door in the middle of the night after Erwin told everyone about the mission during one of his meetings. How you opened the door confused, still tired from waking up.

‘What’s wrong Levi?’, you whispered while looking at his exhausted appearance. ‘I need you to promise me something’, his eyes were fixed on the ground, causing you to worry. ‘Levi, are you alright? Did something happen?’, you tried to look into his eyes, but he wouldn’t let you. ‘Nothing happened, at least, not yet’, you could see his breathing accelerating, his hands were shaking. ‘You’re making me nervous, i-is something going to happen? Are you in danger?’, you carefully placed your hand on his arm. You could see him closing his eyes before clenching his jaw together, ‘I need you to promise me you’ll be careful during that mission, that you won’t do some stupid shit. I’ll look out for your cadets, you just.. You just need to make sure you’re safe’. You frowned at his words, ‘Levi, I’m going to be fine you know me’, ‘That’s why I’m asking you to promise you’ll be more careful’, his gaze finally met yours.

You could see the bags underneath his eyes, the pain in them. It seemed like he hadn’t slept in days, and you know he probably hadn’t. You often wished you could get rid of his demons, to get rid of all his painful memories, the screams, the hurt, the suffering… Levi was a close friend, you cared about him, and to be honest, you cared about him maybe a little too much.

‘I promise Levi’, you looked at the ground, ‘Thank you’, his reply was short, but you could see some form of relief in his eyes. ‘Don’t worry about me, really’, you smiled at him. ‘I always do Y/N’, he lowered his eyes again, ‘Maybe it’s selfish of me but… I wouldn’t be able to take the pain of losing you’, he turned around, ‘Sorry for waking you up, I couldn’t find any rest until I heard you promise me’. ‘Wait!’, you quickly grabbed his arm before he started walking again. ‘H-huh?’, he looked surprised. ‘I-I care about you too, so you also have to promise me you’ll be careful’, you whispered awkwardly while looking at your feet. ‘Tch’, a kind smile appeared on Levi’s face, ‘I’ll promise’.

The two of you just stood there for a moment, just smiling at each other. ‘I-I’m going back to bed’, you quickly looked back at the ground before pulling your hand away from his arm. ‘Goodnight Y/N’, you could feel him placing a soft kiss on your cheek. It was the kind of kiss that you normally wouldn’t even notice. You often greeted Hange or Erwin like that, but this felt different. It caused you to blush, to make you flustered. ‘Night Levi’, you whispered while quickly walking towards your room, hoping he didn’t notice your red cheeks.

---

‘I won’t if you won’t forget what you promised me’, you smiled reassuringly at him, ‘I’ll see you during dinner tonight Levi’, you looked at him once more before riding towards your cadets.

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You never thought it would turn out like this. You could see most of your cadets laying on the ground, crushed underneath the rocks that were thrown over the wall, or completely torn apart by a titan. You could feel your heart racing, all your rational thoughts were leaving your body. You already started to hear the screams in your head, the cadets that called out for you when they were dying, when they were crushed. You could feel you were losing it. Tears streamed down your cheek, a cry of pain left your mouth.

‘I’ll kill you for this’, you whispered underneath your breath, ‘I’ll make you suffer as they did, I’ll make you cry out in pain. I’m going to break every single bone when I pull you out of that filthy titan form of yours’, you looked at the wall behind you, quickly launching yourself on top of it.

‘Y/N?’, you could hear Erwin’s voice next to you. Erwin widened his eyes when he could see the blood on your hands, on your clothes. He knew all too well what you were feeling. He knew how it felt when a person cried out for you, begging you for help. How it felt when you knew you couldn’t help, when it was already too late. ‘Y/N’, Erwin placed a step in your direction, ‘You can’t let it get to you, if you let the pain take over, you’ll lose yourself’. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, hands tightly wrapped around your blades. They were shaking, causing you to hold onto your blades even tighter. ‘I’ll kill it Erwin. I’m going to make sure that coward suffers’. Before Erwin could answer, you were already swinging towards the beast titan.

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‘Erwin’, Levi landed next to his commander, ‘There’s almost nothing left of the Co-‘, Levi stopped talking when he could see you moving towards the beast titan. ‘Y/N.. .What’s she thinking?’, Levi immediately drew his blades. ‘Why didn’t you stop her?’, Levi raised his voice while looking at Erwin. ‘I couldn’t Levi’, Erwin looked at his friend, ‘The pain had taken over’, his voice sounded stern as usual. ‘Tch’, Levi closed his eyes before launching himself after you.

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‘H-huh?’, you looked down at your waist, you could feel his hairy hand squeezing you.

You couldn’t understand how it happened; he couldn’t be that fast. You noticed earlier that his movements weren’t fast at all, but you also noticed you weren’t yourself, you were distracted by the pain that fogged your mind.

‘What’s this?’, you could hear it talk, moving his hand in front of his face while the other was scratching his head, ‘You’re not that dangerous captain Reiner and Bertholdt warned me about’. ‘Levi’, you widened your eyes, ‘Ai, Levi was the name’, you could see its yellow eyes looking at the sky, ‘It’s sad... You’re so pretty and determined', his grip tightened, causing you to hear several of your bones break. ‘Y-you’re a coward’, you looked at him. Suddenly his laugh filled up the surrounding air, ‘Well, it was fun to meet you’. You could feel his hand disappearing around you. You tried to use your gear, but he’d crushed it, leaving you unable to break your fall.

You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst. There only was a small chance of survival, but you still placed your arms in front of you, trying to break the fall.

‘Y/N!’, you could hear Levi’s voice, causing you to open your eyes again, ‘I’m sorry Levi’, you whispered to yourself before hitting the ground.

For a moment, Levi forgot that there were Titans standing all around you. He quickly looked around to see if one was trying to come closer, but they were all just standing there, staring into nothing.

Levi immediately sat down next to you, he noticed you were barely breathing before carefully picking you up, ‘Y/N?’, his voice was shaking. He could see blood coming out of your mouth and nose, ‘Kid?’. Levi carefully held you closer, ‘You can’t do this, you promised me, remember?’, he could feel your breathing slow down, ‘No Y/N, you promised’, Levi whispered to you, carefully placing a hand on your stomach, ‘Please, I can’t lose you, I told you I can’t’, tears started streaming down his cheek.

Levi looked at the Beast titan who kept throwing rocks over the wall. It wasn’t even paying attention to the two of you. He wanted nothing more than to make it pay, to make it suffer, but he needed you to be fine, to wake up.

‘You’re going to be alright Y/N, I won’t let you die on me’, Levi stood up with you in his arms and started making his way back to the wall.

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‘She’s not going to make it’, you could hear Jean’s voice coming from next to you, ‘H-her body, it’s completely broken’. ‘She’ll make it’, Levi’s voice came from closer next to you, ‘She has to’. ‘Armin, stay with her. I’m going to end this’, Erwin’s voice now reached your eardrums, ‘A-ai Commander’.

---

You couldn’t remember what happened, or how you got here, but you never felt any pain like this. It felt as if every bone in your body was shattered into a million pieces, making even the simplest of things, like breathing, unbearable.

‘L-levi’, you tried to raise your hand, slowly opening your eyes.

Levi widened his eyes when he could hear your voice. He never left your side since they retreated from Wall Maria a week ago.

‘I’m here’, Levi replied quickly, carefully placing his hand on yours, ‘I’m here Y/N’, you could hear his voice breaking. You grunted out in pain while turning your head towards him. You noticed his eyes seemed even more tired and cold than usual. Levi looked like he was empty, like he hadn’t any life left inside him.

You remembered what happened, you could already hear the screams of your cadets again, the smell of their blood.

‘Oh no’, you immediately started crying, ‘Th-they’re all dead, aren’t they?’. Every sob hurt you more than you could take, but you couldn’t stop crying. You were their squad leader, you needed to protect them.

Levi didn’t answer for a minute. He still had to tell you that only a handful of the entire Survey Corps survived, but also that Erwin hadn’t made it, that he decided to give the syringe to Armin.

‘Erwin’, you tried to sit up straight, ‘I-I need to talk to him, where is he?’.

You noticed Levi’s hand had started to shake. His other hand that was resting on yours carefully intertwined it with yours. His eyes were fixed on the white sheets that were resting on your legs, while his lips were sealed.

‘N-no’, you slowly shook your head, ‘D-don’t tell me-‘, you placed your arm in front of your mouth. You knew it would normally hurt like hell to hold your arm like that, but the sorrow overtook your senses, you couldn’t feel anything anymore. ‘I’m sorry Y/N’, Levi closed his eyes, ‘Erwin… He was badly wounded when he got hit by a rock.. He was leading a suicide squad so that I could capture that piece of shit’, Levi clenched his jaw, ‘But I wasn’t able to’. ‘Hange?’, you tried to pull yourself together, ‘Is she…?’, ‘No’, Levi’s gaze met yours, ‘She’s fine’.

You started to think about the last time you saw Erwin, how you ignored his orders. You wanted to go back in time, to tell him how sorry you were for not listening, for not being able to kill the Beast titan, for not being able to save him. You let yourself fall back down into your pillow, placing both of your arms over your face before crying. Levi just sat next to you. The sound of you crying broke his heart.

Without saying anything, Levi carefully sat down next to you on bed, placing his hand on top of your head, slowly caressing your forehead with his thumb while his other fingers dug deeper into your hair. He didn’t know what else he could do. He knew words would fall short; no words could make it less painful.

‘I-I’m sorry’, you whispered while trying to stop yourself from crying, ‘Don’t be’, Levi looked at you, ‘You can let it out, I’ll be here for you, even if you cry all night, I won’t leave your side Y/N’.

You remembered that Levi was sitting next to you when you woke up, you wondered how long he’d been sitting there.

‘You haven’t left my side until I woke up, have you?’, you quietly asked him. ‘I haven’t’, Levi looked coldly at the ceiling, ‘I needed to hear you breathe, to know you weren’t dead’. ‘How have you been holding up?’, you carefully placed your head onto his lap, looking at the end of the bed. You could feel him tense up.

Levi wasn’t used to someone touching him like that, to someone being so close to him. He didn’t know what to do.

‘It’s okay Levi’, you whispered, ‘I’m nervous too when I touch you like this’. You could hear him letting out a soft ‘Hmpf’, before he carefully placed his hand on your shoulder, ‘Aren’t you hurting?’, ‘I am’, you replied, ‘But I need to feel you against me. I can’t-‘, you paused before sitting up straight again while letting out grunts of pain. ‘Stay still, you need to rest’, Levi looked concerned at you.

‘You were there, weren’t you? When I fell to the ground? I could hear you calling out for me’, you looked into his eyes. ‘You begged me to stay with you, to keep my promise’, you looked down at his hands, ‘I’m alive because of you Levi’. ‘Huh?’, Levi looked confused at you. ‘When I hit the ground, I woke up on soft grass. I was surrounded by all beautiful kinds of flowers. I felt at peace’, you looked back into his eyes, ‘B-but then, I heard your voice, I remembered what I promised you. I knew I had to come back, that I had to leave that place… I started running into the darkness, and I kept running until I found the light again, and that’s when I woke up…’, tears filled your eyes again, ‘I kept running all this time because I could hear you talking to me. I heard everything you said to me Levi’.

Levi widened his eyes. He never expected you to actually hear him. Levi had said all kinds of things to you.

‘I remember… I remember you telling me that you loved me, that I had to come back so that you could tell me yourself’, you desperately looked into his eyes, trying to find any form of emotion in them, but he quickly looked away. ‘I never told you that’, his voice sounded cold, more distant. ‘Why do you have to do this?’, you whispered, ‘Why do you have to distance yourself from me? I promised you I would be careful, that I won’t leave you, and I’m not planning to Levi. You don’t have to be afraid, I’ll never leave you’, you carefully placed your hand on his cheek, forcing him to look into your eyes.

You could see he was still avoiding your gaze by looking down at the sheets.

‘Look at me’, you whispered with a sweet smile. His eyes slowly met yours, you could see the fear in them, ‘I’m not going anywhere Levi, I promise’. Levi carefully placed his hand on your chest, looking at it, ‘Promise me you’ll be careful with my heart, there’s not much left of it’, his eyes were hanging low again. His voice sounded so sad, so broken… It hurt you. Levi didn’t deserve all this pain, all these hardships. ‘Don’t worry, you can have mine’, you whispered before kissing him.

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