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Becoming His Queen

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Pairing: True Form Sukuna x F!Reader

Summery: Sukuna's harem consists of two kinds of women. His 'toys' and his 'wives'. Being his most tenured concubine you prepare his new toys when one clawed their way under your skin. Sukuna saw his favorite well-mannered wife behave like one of his toys resulting in you spending the night in his chambers instead of her.

Warnings: NSFW, violence, harsh spanking, Choking, Oral female receiving, rough nipple play, anal play, DP, Unprotected Penetration, Cream pie.

Word Count: 5.9k

Sukuna is a twisted master. Over your five years in his harem you’ve watched girl after girl come and go as he played his games with them. Sukuna has an interesting taste. He loves fiery and defiant women who refuse to bend the knee. He loves dragging them into his bedchamber and breaking them. He loves when they spit on him in defiance, when they hit him or try to run away. He loves chaining them to his bed and playing with their bodies, watching as they become hopelessly hooked on the pleasure only he can provide. He loves watching their faces of disgust beg for the tongue of his belly to lap at their clit while he stuffs both their holes with his two cocks. He loves turning the most stubborn women into submissive sex dolls.

It is a game to him. The world’s most fun game that he can play over and over again. The only problem is that once he has worn the woman down, she loses her use. She is a broken toy and is soon discarded.

So how did you retain your tenure in his harem? On nights where Sukuna doesn’t feel like playing games, nights where he just wants a doting woman to do as she’s told and be happy about it, he turns to whom he affectionately dubs as ‘his wives.’ There are three of you in this group. Beautiful, kind, submissive, and willing to do anything Lord Sukuna asks.

It takes a brave woman to be both kind and willing to do anything the King requests. Some of his kinks can be rather distasteful and sometimes the thing he wants most is for his wife to ride him till he falls asleep which can take hours. If you stop too soon or become too tired, he will beat you and likely dismiss you. No, you’re not a toy, but the position is just as hard. No, he doesn’t work you as often, but when he does, it’s usually after a bad day. No, he won’t dispose of you as fast, but you have to navigate his darker side and do so with a smile on your face.

Of his three wives you are the one he calls on the most. Your chest might not be as perky, you may have stretch marks (some of which Sukuna left on your skin), and you might not be as young, but you are the most obedient, you try the hardest to please him, and you are the most successful at calming him after a rough day.

When he came back from battle, sometimes he wants to play some more, and gods bless the toy he has in the harem if that is the case. You do your best not to think of the things he does to them when he’s in that kind of mood. But other times he wants a pretty face to wipe away the blood, bathe him, and clean his clothes while he details exactly how he slaughtered masses with ease.

You believe he prefers you in this role because you are genuinely interested in his battles. You scrub his painted nails as he tells you how he used them to slice open a man’s neck.

“The filthy monkey thought it was okay to beat his foster children”

You coo and tell your Lord how proud you are of him. That he is a great and just man. And he will take the same finger that stole life hours prior and trace your jaw bone with it. That same hand that crushed another’s skull as he entered his estate, will tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and you can’t help but feel pride at knowing a man capable of such destruction would never harm you. Not like that at least.

Sukuna isn’t as nice to the other two wives of his harem. One of them he keeps solely because she is a pretty crier. She is too scared to say no to anything (not that she’s allowed) and will do whatever your Lord asks. As you know, sometimes Sukuna’s kinks are distasteful and he loves forcing his youngest wife to do them because of her obvious revulsion. He loves to hear her whine and cry, licking up her tears as they fall from her cheeks.

The other wife is newer to your elite tier in the harem. She is certainly the most beautiful. Though not having a particular personality trait that he prefers means she will not survive long. She will be replaced as soon as a prettier face comes along.

You, however, are the longest standing concubine to ever stay in his harem. Uraume tells you he has never kept a concubine, even one he deems a wife, for longer than two years. Around your third year at the estate you were filled with anxiety when it had been too long between calls. You would constantly fret about getting dismissed until one day Uraume had to calm you down in the gardens. They assured you that Sukuna had no plans of dismissing you. That was the day you learned you were his favorite. Thanks to Uraume’s words, you felt better and allowed yourself to resume your role as leader of the harem with more confidence.

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This particular afternoon Uraume drags in a new woman who is to be part of Sukuna's collection of toys. She is exceedingly beautiful with long dark hair. She has quite a mouth on her and clearly has had combat training. Just his type. You give an approving nod and tell the girl you’ll be back once she’s adjusted to her situation.

Later that night you go to visit her room with the usual oils and perfumes along with two chambermaids. You sit her at the vanity and comb her hair. You tell her the kinds of things Sukuna likes and the things he hates. What to avoid saying and doing so that she doesn’t get herself killed, and what the general order of things is. Naturally she cusses you out and tries to degrade you with her words, and like all the other girls, the things she says roll off your shoulders.

Sukuna, like any other man, has his flaws. He is not a perfect being. He has his temper and he does bad things, but he is also a man in need of love and affection. And when he returns that affection it is the most addicting drug on the face of this cursed planet. A drug so powerful that you have devoted your life and your freedom to it. The toys never see it at first, but in the end they do. They always do.

When the girl attempts to lay a hand on you, you simply duck and warn her that if she wishes to get physical then she will be locked in her room and denied free reign of the estate. She aims to strike you again so you gather your things and leave. The chambermaids lock her bedroom door from the outside after you exit and tuck the key away.

“The two of you should come together in the morning with Uraume in case she tries to attack you”

“Thank you for your concern my Lady.”

“Please, you know you don’t have to be so formal with me.”

“On the contrary. You are the third highest member of the estate.”

A soft smile dusts over your face as you reach out and hold a finger under each of their chins. “Nonsense. We all serve Lord Sukuna. We just do so in different ways.”

“Thank you my Lady, but if it is all the same, we would feel more comfortable addressing you as such.”

You giggle and roll your eyes. “If you insist. But just know you might give me a bit of an ego.”

The two girls giggle and the three of you part ways.

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The next day Uraume lets the new toy out of her chambers while Sukuna’s tending to business beyond his estate. You dally in the gardens and ask for a pair of shears to prune one of the bushes. The servants know better than to protest and let you do the pruning yourself as it frustrates you to instruct the groundskeepers exactly where to trim when they know you find the process therapeutic.

After five years of residence at the estate, everyone knows you. Your likes, your dislikes, your preferred activities, how to tell you’re in a good mood, how to tell you’re in a bad one, and every detail in between. Most of the staff has even seen you naked. So when you ask for garden shears, there is no debate. They simply hand you the blades.

You are happily trimming away with your lady in waiting when the new toy spots you.

“You bitch!”

“Good Afternoon!” you hum

“You locked me in my room!”

“I did not lock you in your room. I warned you what is the consequence when you become violent. It is not my fault you chose not to heed my warning.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t turn the key!”

“I didn’t”

“Lying whore!”

“If you’re going to insult me, you can surely think of something better. I am not a liar and I do not get paid to sleep with Lord Sukuna. I do it because it is my duty…and it’s rather fun.”

Your lady in waiting smirks at your calm retort as your eyes meet for just a second.

In his office, Sukuna recently arrived back from a visit with some upper level curses. He opens the window that overlooks the gardens only to hear the sound of your voice talking to an unknown woman. She must be his latest toy. He’s satisfied with Uraume’s choice in girl but can’t help the smile he wears at your words. Instead of sitting down at his desk, Sukuna continues to stand by the window and eavesdrop on your conversation.

“Fucking brainwashed slut. You’re such a stupid woman. I’ll never become like you-”

“That’s what they all say.” you interject before she’s done.

“What would some phony King want with someone like you anyways? You’re easily the ugliest woman here.”

“And yet I’ve been here five years.” you say with a shrug.

“He probably keeps you around because only an ugly woman would be happy fucking a hideous monster.”

“Careful now. You don’t want to get caught talking about our King that way.”

“Or what, he gonna kill me?”

“He could do far worse than that, my dear.”

The woman strikes you across the face “Don’t call me that.”

You cup your cheek as your maiden gasps. You take a deep breath and continue pruning.

“I relish the days when girls like you come crawling out of their rooms, knees weak, and eyes blown wide at the truth.”

She goes to hit you again but this time you dodge it. You take another deep breath and continue to scrutinize the bush before you.

“What? Too weak to fight back?”

“No” you say with a sigh

“Don’t act like you’re better than me! You’re a pathetic excuse for a human and an even worse excuse for a whore.”

You purse your lips and continue pruning

“I bet this King you care for so much isn’t even that special.”

“Watch it. Even if he doesn’t hear you, I won’t have you disrespect him in front of me any more.”

She snatches the shears from your hands and begins to hurl insults at you as she tries to hit you with them. “Stupid fucking cunt! Fuck you and your King!”

You grab her wrist before the blades can cut your face and give her a swift slap across the cheek. You lean into her ear as your fingers close harshly around her wrist, sure to leave a bruise under your angry grip. With a sharp tongue you whisper threateningly,

“I can’t wait to visit your chamber after your first night with him.”

You proceed to knee her in the stomach to make way for you to storm off the grounds and head back inside, seething with rage. You didn’t mean to let her get the better of you. You never would have before. The toys always come in feisty like that but something about this one got under your skin.

Meanwhile, up in Sukuna’s office, he was left feeling very different about you. He had never seen your moxy but watching you just now made his cock twitch. You were always so tender and submissive for him. He never knew you to have a temper. But now that he had a taste, he needed more.

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That night you unexpectedly get a knock on your door. You open it to find Uraume standing on your threshold.

“I know, I shouldn’t have hit the new girl.” you say with downcast eyes

“Actually I didn’t come here to reprimand you for your actions.”

You lift your head. Curiosity plain across your features.

“His lordship would like to lay with you tonight.”

“Oh..I, uh, I wasn’t expecting him to call for a few days. We have a new girl.”

“I am aware, however, he insisted on seeing you tonight.”

“I will get ready then.”

“Please act with haste. He seemed rather anxious.”

You nod and quickly turn to prep yourself for your duties. You comb your hair and pin it up loosely. Sukuna loves a hairstyle that he can easily grab and ruin. You lightly paint your face so that any pleasured tears you cry will be visible, and you freshly shave all the usual places before rubbing vanilla oil on your various pulse points. You don a silky kimono that is easy to discard and follow Uraume to Sukuna’s bedchambers.

You enter the impressive room and immediately fall to the floor in a bow before your eyes can rest on the face of his highness.

“Good evening My King.”

“Good evening Wife”

It’s been five years but the title still makes you blush, especially when he says it so tenderly. Tonight he was certainly in a different kind of mood. His black silk robe was already untied, his full manhood on mouthwatering display. You lift your head, sit on your knees and address him.

“My lord, why did you call on me? We have a new mistress in the harem.”

“Why? Did you not want to see me?”

A look of panic washes over your features, “No! I always wish to see you, I just…”

“Were too busy being the ugliest woman here.”

Your face reddens as you realize he witnessed your earlier outburst. “I’m sorry my Lord. I should’ve never carried myself in such a manner.”

“Now you’re talking like a brainwashed slut.”

You feel flustered as you wonder how much of the earlier conversation he heard. You feel a bit indignant at him using the same insults on you that the new girl did but your role is to be his submissive.

“Yes, my Lord” you bow your head, “I am your brainwashed slut.”

“What? Too weak to fight back my dear?”

You begin to chew the inside of your cheek. “A lady doesn’t fight my Lord.”

Sukuna is wearing a huge smirk across his face and you can tell he’s enjoying your discomfort. “Are you a lady or are you a lying whore?!”

“I don’t lie!” you shout before you can catch yourself.

“There she is!”

You slap your hand over your mouth. Sukuna lunges at you using one of his four arms to grab you by the bicep and fling you onto the bed.

“Wanna say that again whore?”

“My Lord, I-”

“You what?”

Sukuna’s upper two hands pin your arms above your head while his lower two hands hold up his body weight as he hovers over you.

“You’re just a dumb cunt who wants to fuck her King, right?”

You gulp as you gaze up into his crimson eyes. His lower arms already opening your robe and taking hold of your hips.

“What, lost your tongue?”

You chew on your bottom lip realizing he’s looking to play with you like one of his defiant toys. If that’s the case, you’ll fulfill your duty. Admittedly, you’re excited to find out what happens when you dare to defy the great and powerful Sukuna.

“I am no cunt. I have a cunt and I allow my King to have access to it. Have you seen him?”

“Don’t talk to me like you don’t know me woman.” he says with a harsh slap to your breast. You let out a moan on impact.

“You like that? Do whores like having their tits slapped?”

He slaps you again to which you moan. “Answer me.”

“Yes” you breathe

He beats you with his lower set of arms while you strain in the hold of his upper ones. You yelp and moan cause it feels so good for all the wrong reasons.

“Quiet! I’ve heard enough of your screams.”

He lunges in and kisses you feverishly. It was unusual for Sukuna to kiss a woman’s lips. It is an act he views as intimate and one he saved for certain moods. There have been several times where Sukuna has kissed you over your tenure, usually being the concubine involved in his more vulnerable moments, but you certainly never expected him to kiss you like this. Your mind spiraled as the sting of his beating sill seared your skin. You couldn’t help but arch your back, attempting to press your chest up against his, as you made humming noises in contentment.

His lower arms curled under your waist, pulling you close, though your wrists still remained captive in his clutches. Your heart leaps into your throat as you feel his muscular chest close around yours. Your mouth needy for his when he breaks the kiss and whispers in your ear,

“Tonight, I fuck you like a brat. Tomorrow, I make you my Queen.”

Your breath catches in your neck. Mind dizzy at his words and what they could mean but you don’t have time to contemplate them. Sukuna brings his heavy hand down on your sex, slapping between your legs and making you jump.

“I bet you like being beaten down here too, don’t you?”

He slaps between your legs again. You thrash following each blow from him. Arousal starts to stick to his skin prompting him to bring his hand to his nose. He takes a long drag as he wafts your scent into his nostrils before he shoves his fingers in your face.

“You smell that? That’s the smell of your cunt begging for attention. Does that pretty pussy need attention?”

“Yes my King”

“Too bad. I’m not done playing with you yet.”

He punctuates with another slap to your sex, groans sputtering out of you like the wench he craves. Sukuna’s hands run all over your body while you’re trapped beneath him. You were his to touch and grope however he chose. His mouth trailed hickies all over your skin with painstaking intensity. His fangs punctured your skin at times as he sucked the markings in both visible and tender places. A tapestry of bruises ran along your supple flesh and over to your mounds. Sukuna biting and teething on the perky nubs that lay at their center.

You throw your head back from the stimulation, rubbing your legs together, dying to have friction.

“Did I say you could close your legs?”

He breathes menacingly into your chest.

“I needed to-”

“There you go with that smart mouth of yours.”

He bites down on your chest as he uses his knees to open your legs. He unleashes the tongue on his stomach, allowing it to enjoy snacking on your folds as his mouth continues to play with your nipples. Alternating which one he flicks his tongue over and which one feels the cruel sting of his fingertips pinching it.

You whine and cry and he just loves feeling you squirming under him instead of taking it like a good little wife. His large lower tongue points its tip and bullies its way between your lips, slipping inside your hole. Your back snaps into an arch, your pupils blow wide, choked moans emanating from you. Sukuna happily hums at your possessed state, pride coursing through his veins everytime he whips his whores into this kind of frenzy. He especially loves it when he does it to you.

“You like that, my little whore?”

You’re unable to answer. His tongue shoves itself deeper and all you can do is whine and thrash.

“Use your words.”

“ngh! Yes! Yes! I love it! Yes!”

You’re shouting, panting, and whining, already consumed by overstimulation as his abdominal tongue toys with your folds. Your eyes scrunch shut, barely able to receive such treatment.

“No more my King! No more! It’s too much! gaaahhh!”

“I tell you when you’ve had enough!”

You scream and he loves every second of it. His calm, collected wife, reduced to thrashing and screaming. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get bored of the many sides of you.

You’re kicking and screaming till suddenly you go stiff as a board. Legs and arms shoot out straight, head snapped back, spine thrown into an arch. Your screams cease as you spray into the open mouth of your King’s stomach. His mouth grumbles happily as he laps up your juice straight from the source.

You fall limp. Sweat beading on your brow as you catch your breath. “S-sukena…more p-please.”

“What did you just call me? You dare call me by name?!”

Your brain feels fried and you can barely comprehend what you said. It takes a moment of buffering before blood flow returns to your mind for you to realize your error.

“M-m’sorry my King. I didn’t mean to!”

He grabs you at your waist as he sits up, throwing you over his lap. He folds your arms together behind your back, restraining you with his left set of arms while his right set moves your kimono aside to strike your bottom. He hits you with more force than he’s ever used and it immediately leaves behind a red mark.

“Filthy brat. You dare speak my name?!”

“M’sorry!” you cry as he continues his blows.

“I graciously tongue fuck you and this is the respect you show me?!”

“M’so sorry my Lord!”

You weep over his knee as he continues to bruise the flesh of your behind, berating you for being a disrespectful brat. You cry and beg, apologizing over and over again.

“Please my Lord! Show mercy!”

“You want mercy? Show me how sorry you are.”

“Yes my Lord”

He releases your hands as he lays down, waiting for you to mount him. You straddle his lap and move your hand to wipe away your tears when he stops you. His hand grabs your wrist and he lifts his head to lick your tears away. As his warm muscle wipes against your cheek, you lift his hands to your lips. You kiss his knuckles on every hand then stroke his left cheek with your thumb. Your hand dwarfs in comparison to his larger stature but you see his harsh facade break momentarily as you lift your teary face to kiss his jaw.

“I’m sorry my King. I will never misstep again.”

You know he forgives you but you can tell he’s not done having his fun. A mischievous smile splits his face as he lays back with his upper set of arms folded behind his head.

“Prove it.”

You nod and shift your body to hover over his manhood. You align yourself with his lower length when he tuts.

“Y/N” he warns, “You know better.”

“Yes, my Lord”

You shift again but this time you stick your finger in your mouth to lubricate it before you reach behind to prep your rear to take Sukuna’s massive girth. Sukuna’s hand yanks your wrist away.

“Brats don’t get to prep themselves. Brats take dick without complaint.”

Your bottom lip quivers. You know how injured you could get, especially with how Sukuna liked to fuck. Sukuna throws his head back in laughter at your response.

“Get to riding Brat.”

Your throat bobs as you swallow and nod. “Yes, my Lord”

You lift your hips and slip his front member into your heat before easing his back member against your puckered rear. You close your eyes to relax the muscle so that he will fit when he bucks up his hips and forces it in.

“My King!” you protest

“Quiet!”

You whine and begin to ride him. Soon you loosen and he glides into you in the most satisfying way. Normally you love how he can fill both holes at once and stuff you full all in the same stroke. Your face falls into one of pleasured bliss as you bounce up and down on him.

“Yes, my Lord, yes. Feels s’good.”

“Faster slut.”

You rest your hands on his stomach, using them to balance yourself as you pick up speed.

This is Sukuna’s favorite position so you are well versed in how he likes it and your muscles are well trained to withstand this position for hours. Sukuna can't help the look of affection that graces his features as he watches you work for him. He loves how you always serve him so well. Once he edged himself intentionally to see how long you would keep riding him before you gave up. After just over three hours he showed mercy to your exhausted body and allowed himself to release. He nearly dismissed his entire harem the next day. No one works harder to please him than you do. Your undying loyalty is on par with Uraume’s. How they found you, he will never know, but he is grateful to them for recruiting you to his staff.

As you slide up and down his lengths, he raises a hand to smack your backside. You grunt, still bruised from your earlier spanking. A playful smile tugs at his corner lip. You catch it and know he’s satisfied but keeping up his act. He reaches up to pinch at your buds to which your face twists in pain but the pain only makes you clench around his shafts tighter as your arousal builds.

Sukuna, being the greedy man that he is, can’t help and only tug at your chest. He needs to taste it again. He sits up, causing you to drop to your knees as you keep bouncing up and down. He lowers his head to suckle and bite at your breasts, the tissue already marked from moments prior. Your arms rest on his shoulders as your hands play in his hair. The pink strands soft between your fingers.

Between pleasured cries and choked moans you whisper in his ear, “I love you, my King.”

Though he isn't about to admit it, the feelings he has towards you, though maybe not the love you feel for him, could certainly be akin to what one might perceive as love. You are his prize jewel, the most valued of his treasures, and despite what that toy said, you are definitely the most beautiful in his collection.

Starting tomorrow he will wear you on his knee in the throne room, you will be present for all his business meetings, and you will share his bed unless told otherwise. You will be given the title of his queen. That much, you have earned.

Without thinking, Sukuna wraps his lower arms around you and rolls you onto your back. The transition so smooth that his cocks never slip from your holes. The warm emotions he’s feeling towards you kindle a desire to pleasure you. He begins to thrust as one set of arms tucks your knees into your chest. He went impossibly deep and both his dicks rubbed you just right, hitting all the sweet spots that make you mewl for him. Never would you wish to be a concubine for anyone else when there is a world with Sukuna in it. Your small hands grasp at his shoulders where his tattoos darken his skin. You cling to him as he prods against your cervix, pushing it aside to reach deeper in your cavern. Your eyes squeeze shut as his thrusts harshen and he continues to wind the coil in your belly. The need building till it cannot build any higher. With a snap, your nails dig into Sukuna’s skin as your legs shake, trapped under his belly.

In a cruel twist, his lower tongue slurps on your clit as you ride through your orgasm. Your eyes crossing, body convulsing, and nails digging, leaving behind�� scratch marks that Sukuna is proud of not too happy about.

“You dare leave your mark on a King?!”

“I c-couldn’t help it.” you plea, your fucked out mind trying to catch up to current events.

“Stop behaving like a brat and take ownership of your actions!”

Sukuna flips you over to your stomach and pulls your hips back so that you’re propped up on your knees. He rams both cocks inside your holes but luckily for you, they glide in with ease.

Immediately Sukuna reaches for your hair, grasping a large fist full and yanking your head back.

“Arch that back, whore. Make sure I reach all the way in.”

“Y-yes my Lord”

He yanks again and you let out a whine of discomfort as you sink your spine towards the mattress.

“That’s better”

Sukuna spanks your sore behind as he begins to thrust into you. Guttural groans expel from your lips as he reaches the depths of your core. Each stroke rearranging your insides, shoved out of the way to make room for his girthy manhood.

“Fu-u-u-uck!”

Your entire body is overwhelmed by him. One set of arms controlling your hips, the other lets go of your hair and plays with your breasts. You gasp for air but he rails into your diaphragm and displaces it, knocking the wind out of you with each snap of his hips.

It is the most blissful torture one could receive from your beloved King. You could never get your fill of him. Not even when your body passes out from exhaustion. If he allowed you to, you’d crawl back into his bed the moment you wake up to receive more.

His arms readjust so that he is more rough with you. He pulls your arms behind your back, using them as leverage to hold you against his hips as he pounds into you. His other set still plays with your chest, finding purchase on your nipples, tugging at them meanly, causing pain. But the pain feels so good. Cream collects around Sukuna’s base and he knows he has you. You fall apart around him, your walls and sphincter impossibly tight. You feel like a virgin every time but you handle him like a pro.

You gasp and moan; the bedroom walls echo with your sounds. The waves tickling Sukuna’s ears in a way that spurs him on. One of his massive hands reaches up and closes around your throat, cutting off your air supply. The other clamps down over your mouth. Your sounds die in your chest. Desperately, your hands grip at his wrists, trying to pry his hands off of you.

Your feeble attempts bring a chuckle to his tongue and he twists your sensitive and abused nubs just to check if you can scream. When he feels the vibrations of you trying he all out booms with laughter.

He withdraws one hand from your tit and plays with your clit. You gush around him as your walls suck him in more forcefully.

“Little slut likes being stuffed with her clit touched, doesn’t she?”

You try your best to nod but between the oxygen deprivation and the paralyzing pleasure, it is nearly impossible to control even a single muscle fiber. All of it was too much. Building uncontrollable tension in your lower abdomen, ready to snap any moment.

“Bet she likes it when I do this too.”

He takes the calloused fingers that were rubbing circles over your clit and pinched down on the swollen nerve bundle. Immediately you shower the bed in your squirt. Your body seizing under his grip. Drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth. He fucked you dumb and you fell lifeless before him as he picks up his pace. There was no time to recover as he strokes in and out of you. Watching you crumble before him, melt into a puddle of flesh at his touch, strain against his cocks, it all fed his ego and his pride. It validated him as King. He continued to take you from behind and pistoned into you, chasing his high.

With your hips held high and your chest shoved into the mattress, Sukuna pounds his cum into you. His hot white ropes fill your belly as your walls suck him dry. When he finally withdrew he yanks you by your hair to turn around and wipe off his cocks and hands with your tongue. You suck all twenty fingers and lick both cock till they are clean.

Sukuna then has you lay on your back so as not to waste his cum. He doesn't normally finish inside his concubines. The wives may be different, but even then, it was rare. Tonight however, marks a new chapter for you. You don't quiet understand it yet as your brain is still recovering from being fucked stupid, but you are to become his Queen. He had never had one before but he knows he wants you to be held above the rest. You lay on his bed, happily gazing up at him, fingers tracing the tattoo on his wrist.

“My King, shall I take my leave?”

“No, you are to stay here tonight.”

“Oh? You desire company while you sleep?”

“Yes. I desire you to sleep here every night.”

“Oh…I see.”

“I also desire you to call me by my name sometimes.”

“My Lord, I am only your concubine, not your peer. I-”

“You will call me Sukuna. Maybe one day even Ryomen.”

“My King, what did I do to deserve this?”

Your eyes are watery with wonder as you gaze up at him. You hold one of Sukuna’s large palms to your cheek, resting your soft flesh against it, nuzzling into his hand.

“You are everything I need. You showed me that today. You can fulfill all my desires. I have no need for other women.”

“May I make a request or two?”

Sukuna thinks hard before he obliged.

“Please keep your harem. If not for use then to keep me company…when you are away.”

“I see. Then the girls will stay.”

Sukuna sinks his large body down beside you, not caring about the wet spot you created with your earlier spray. His sole focus is on your delicate frame as you contemplate his words and your new role. You settle into his strong arms, feeling safe in his embrace as you continue to draw your fingers over the black ink of his skin.

“One last request my Lord?”

“Sukuna.”

You make a point to start over. “Sukuna... may I make one last request?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

Sukuna doesn’t miss the heat in your cheeks as he addresses you with such a high honor.

“Please my Lord, may I watch you tame your new toy before you dismiss her?”

The dangerous look in your eyes is one Sukuna has never seen before but he quickly comes to realize it is his favorite of your facial expressions.

“Yes my Queen. If you’d like…you can even help me break her in.”

More Sukuna Fics coming soon!

Kakashi/Obito Fics

Payment (Sukuna fic)

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theroseredreaper · 1 year

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Brushing Their Hair

Twisted Wonderland - Platonic Headcanons

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit, Malleus Draconia

Word Count: 640

Riddle Rosehearts

Would be confused by your request, not used to being touched by others, even if it’s platonic affection.

Might be apprehensive at first, but agrees after seeing that you’re sincere about your request to brush his hair.

Would sit awkwardly the first time you brush his hair, but would gradually relax over time.

Would thank you for doing something so nice for him just because you wanted to.

Depending on how comfortable he feels with vulnerability that day, he will offer to brush your hair in turn. It’s only natural to return such a kind gesture, after all. He will feel more comfortable offering to brush your hair after that.

If you give him a braid, he will be impressed by your skill and perhaps even flattered that you saw fit to give him a braid on top of brushing his hair.

Has baby-soft hair. It’s like touching a cloud.

Azul Ashengrotto

Would refuse to let you touch his hair at first. Your friendship level is too low.

If you somehow reach the friendship level where he trusts you enough to touch his hair, he will absolutely insist that you let him return the favor. At first it’s because he refuses to be indebted to anyone, then eventually it’s because he genuinely enjoys spending time with you doing something that’s proof of the closeness of your bond together.

If you give him a braid, he will be impressed by it and will gladly wear it about. Would not take kindly to anyone who would tease him about it and would boast that you did the braid if anyone compliments it.

Has slightly dry, textured hair. Feels just a tad course to the touch. It’s hard to maintain soft and moisturized hair when you live in a dorm that’s underwater and you’re an octomer.

Rook Hunt

Would be delighted to let you brush his hair!

Not a quiet bonding session, he is a chatterbox the whole while, talking about anything and everything.

Will gently guide you on how to care for hair according to Vil’s expectations in between conversation.

His hair is too pin-straight to hold a braid.

His hair would be silky and soft, the kind that just slips through your fingers.

Vil Schoenheit

No touching the hair. Period.

In that tsundere motherly way of his, he would offer to do your hair instead.

The bonding session turns into a combo of a well-meaning lecture on hair care and Vil spending time just relaxing with you.

He is not jealous of the others whom you’ve shared hair bonding sessions with.

You might find yourself invited to Pomefiore more often from then on for beauty sessions with Vil because it’s really quite a crime that Crowley doesn’t give you the means to take care of yourself with better beauty products. Worry not, Vil makes more than enough to share with you.

(Epel may or may not think you’re crazy if you accept Vil’s beauty session invites.)

Malleus Draconia

After being friends for a long time, he’d gladly accept your request to brush his hair.

Would be very happy during the whole process, eyes closed with a content little smile during your bonding session.

Would definitely tease you light-heartedly about touching his hair, especially if you happen to touch his horns while doing his hair.

If you braid his hair, he’ll happily wear it for days on end, subtly showing it off as he goes about his day. Will boast that you were the one who did his hair if asked.

Will look forward to any future requests you make about brushing his hair.

Would see it as an honor and sign of high trust if you let him touch your hair and brush it in turn.

Has naturally soft and smooth hair that feels like downy feathers when touched.

A/N: Just some headcanons that were bouncing around in my brain. I know some people view certain types of touch as romantic in nature, but I personally really love playing with my friends’ hair and them doing my hair in turn. It makes for fun, cozy bonding sessions that can really reflect how close you are with your friends. 🥰

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The Cure That Ales You

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Content: Leviathan x gn!MC (you/your), dub/noncon A/N: You know, sometimes I want to be transported into the games I play because they are escapist fantasy for me, but, as an asexual, I am sometimes glad that I am not in WHB. MC is sex-happy and loves their situation (mostly) but… I just think of how awful it would be if they weren’t into sex or didn’t want to have sex with a particular person but they didn’t really have a choice in the matter since they literally need it to survive in Hell and refusal may either kill them or make them so ill they cannot keep their deal with Satan, which would kill Minhyeok. It’s kind of a shitty situation to be trapped in if you aren’t 100% up for sex with, well, anyone and everyone at any given time. So, you know. That’s what this fic kind of is. Consider this your warning. Word Count: 1003

You closed your eyes as you cradled your face in your hands. The sensation of nausea flooded your head and left your legs uneasy beneath you. Your stomach twisted and turned and rolled over itself inside your body. The world spun and twirled in random patterns around you, shapes faded in and out of view, and colors blurred with smells and textures.

This was the sickness that came with having your energy depleted to the point of concern. It was like being a wet clay jar, left to dry under the harsh rays of the sun to crack and chip until it couldn’t hold anything inside of it. Hell itself was tearing you apart because it knew you didn't belong.

Once the sickness was too much to bear, you stumbled and collapsed. The ground did not catch you. Instead, you fell forward into something firm. Through your hazy vision, you could just barely make out Leviathan glaring at you from over his shoulder as you held yourself up using him as a cane.

“Who said you could touch me?” He asked rhetorically with murder in his tone.

Despite his obvious anger, you were grateful that he insisted on walking in front of you as he dragged you from place to place. It had unknowingly put him in the perfect position to catch you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you tried to pick yourself back up.

Your efforts were for naught though, as attempting to push yourself up only had you stumbling anew.

No one – citizen or noble – ran to help you, despite your clear distress. If you had to guess, no one in Hades would dare to upset their envious lord by moving to assist you when it was clear that he was guiding you. Although, what he was really doing was dragging you along with him while you were in his kingdom because he still didn't trust to leave you alone.

You couldn’t see it through your blurry vision, but the judgment radiating from his stare burned holes through the very soul that felt like it was being torn apart inside of you.

He huffed in annoyance. “If you're low on energy, say so.”

You shook your head, regretting the decision immediately as a new wave of nausea overcame you.

“I’m fine.”

It was an obvious lie, but you could make it true. All you needed was to get back to Gehenna or Tartaros and one of the devils there would take care of you. Gehenna was home to the friendliest devils you knew whereas Tartaros’ residents were so devoted that sex with them was filled with laughter and smiles as well as pleasure.

“Do you think that because humans can lie in a way devils can't it means you can lie so blatantly?”

“No. I just-”

You couldn't finish your statement as Leviathan grabbed you around your hip and pulled you closer. If it was anyone but him, the gesture would also feel romantic. The one grabbing you was Leviathan though, so you knew his actions were about pulling you around and controlling you.

“I'm sorry. I’ll see someone to get energy.”

You weakly pushed against him but it did nothing.

“You don't need to go to anyone else. I'm already here.” His other hand snaked up your neck, gripping it tightly. “Bring us to your room.”

“I don't want-”

“What you want is irrelevant.” His coffin appeared out of the ground behind him. “We can go here if you prefer.”

It wasn't a genuine offer. Even in your inebriated state, you could tell that his words were a threat. Either you brought him to your special place – the illusionary realm given to you out of kindness by Satan that also served to remind you of why you fought so hard in Hell – or he would drag you into the same coffin that he had nearly locked you away in forever when you first met him.

Through your hazy mind, you brought him to your illusionary room. If you had to be brought somewhere, you would rather it be somewhere you were comfortable. His coffin was only filled with bad memories.

The pillow was soft beneath your head, though it offered no solace in your current state. Even lying on your back, it felt like you were going to fall through the bed and crash to the ground.

Unlike when you invited others to this space, you were careful to keep your clothing on. This wasn’t a passionate love affair or even a fun tumble in the sheets. The only way you could think of Leviathan was as bitter medicine.

Everything that happened – the hand that clawed down your torso to tear open your shirt and expose your chest, the knee that nestled itself between your legs to force them apart, his grip that tightened around your wrists and guided your hand to his throat – blurred together. You tightened your grip around his throat, trying to push against him to push him away from you. Even in your sickened state – feeling like you were being torn apart – you didn’t want him.

The haze in your mind was only matched by that in his eyes as you began to choke him. That expression reminded you of what he had said only moments earlier.

What you want is irrelevant.

He was terrible to know that he was right. No matter how much you protested, you were currently in a state that could generously be described as dying. Leviathan was the only one with you – although you could assume that Foras had been nearby as always. Whether you liked him or not, whether you wanted him or someone else, Leviathan was the only option you had if you wanted to get better; if you wanted to have the strength to keep your promise and free the devils of Hell.

So you turned your head to try and stare at the wallpaper you knew all too well to remind yourself why you were here at all.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Since Always, 'Till Forever -P.G

I really, really hope you guys like this! What started as a One Shot ended up being kind of like a mini series, I'm truly happy for all the feedback these fics have gotten. Thank you so much for the support, it means a lot! Please, tell me what you guys think of this, I would love to see your comments! (Let's pretend I didn't took a month and something to pull this out, 'kay? cool) FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED

You can read the first part Since Forever, and the second part Until Forever

Warnings: Lots of angst, heartbreaks, fights, some fluff at a certain point, suggestive content, this is a roller coaster of emotions to be honest🥴, lots of swear words

Summary: You and Pablo know you've been for each other Since Forever and you also know, you'll be there Until Forever because no one has what you both have.

May, 2023

“Gavira!” You yelled turning around with a smile on “I have a knife in my hand and I’m not afraid to use it!”

“¡Joder! I’m so scared”

“As you should, señorito!” You said trying to sound intimidating “I’m dangerous”

“Oh yes, yeah” Gavi nodded “You so are” He went along with you

“I really am!” You exclaimed dropping the act, pouting a bit

Pablo felt his insides twist seeing your lower lip pulled out like that; he wanted to grab it in between with his lips and never let it go. He wanted to taste it, feel their warm and their delicate texture.

It has been six months since he realized his feelings for you and four since he lived one of his nightmares.

After your guys talk during the Supercopa, you’ve been trying to reconnect from the moment your guys distanced, minus the feelings part from your side of course. It had been five months since you started dating Samuel and they were one of the best five months ever in your life.

He knew how to treat you, he knew when to act and when to step aside, he knew when to listen and when to talk, he never pushed you or your feelings away, you were his first priority and everyone could see the fact that he was deeply into you.

You hadn’t said this to anybody but Pedri, Samuel had already said his “I love you” to you and you felt guilty because you still couldn’t say it back, even though you were slowly falling into Samuel’s arms. You liked to think you were getting there, there were times were the three words almost escaped your mouth but you retracted them every single time, saving them up for “a better moment”.

Samuel was really cooperative and understanding, you loved him for it. Everytime he said it he whispered a little “It’s okay, you don’t have to say it back now. I’ll make my way into your heart, bonita”. And that was enough for you to start trying for Samuel again.

Meanwhile Pablo had to stand at the sides and watch you be in another guy’s arms, that weren’t his.

He kicked himself everyday for not noticing it earlier; maybe, if he had, he would be the one to hold you close to him, kiss you, cuddle you and do everything else with you and mostly when approximately two months ago he saw a hickey on your neck while being at his.

“You’ve a…” He took a deep breath pushing all those thoughts and mostly jealousy away

“A…?” He pointed a place in his neck as you seconds later groaned “I told him not to! I don’t like hickeys in my neck!” You exclaimed a bit head thrown back giving Pablo a better view of it, he sighed deeply “I still have my foundation here, right? I’m gonna go and cover it up”

He felt everything explode inside of him when he saw that mark, a reminder that you weren’t his. He, on the other side, loved the fact you went to cover it up.

Pablo didn’t like to address his feelings though; the only ones who knew about his love towards you were his sister and Pedri who found out in the most ridiculous way a few weeks back.

The Canario and the Sevillano were out of training, Pedri riding as Pablo was on the passenger seat like always, the youngest one was on his phone watching his Instagram when you came across his screen and he couldn’t help but click it, you had published an story of Samuel with you at Uni and bringing you, a big bouquet of your favorite flowers ‘Estas si que son unas lindas motivaciones para querer estudiar’and there was another one that showed a card with what Pablo could imagine was the guy’s handwriting. Even Samuel’s handwriting was better.

It had your name written and you put a little caption ‘Smash it in your presentation, he said<;3’ Pablo groaned rolling his eyes inevitably making the oldest one look at him in curiosity

“Something’s wrong?”

“Samuel Carnevale is what’s wrong”

“You don’t like him? He’s a nice guy and he likes Y/N”

“That’s why I don’t like him” Pablo let out not fully remembering his feelings for his best friend weren’t public

“Why don’t you like him?” Pablo shook his head

“I just don’t like him”

Pedri was silent for a few minutes until they stopped at a red light “Do you like Y/N?” Pablo’s eyes didn’t met Pedri’s but instead looked down at his phone where he had a pic of you two as his background “You like her”

“Actually, I love her” Pablo corrected

“WHAT?! WHY-?!”

“It was during the World Cup, she wasn’t really talking to me and I didn’t wanted to tell her over text” Pablo said immediately

“…Eres un tonto”

“Well, thank you”

“She had waited for you to notice that for the longest time and now when she’s moving on you’re going to pull her that shitty move?”

“I won’t pull any kind of move on anybody. I’ll let her be happy with Samuel” Pablo shook his head “I know I’ve fucked up but I’ll wait for her” Pablo said “That’s the only thing I can do right now, no matter how much it hurts me”

“Well, felicitaciones por ser el último idiota que se dio cuenta que la amabas. Can I say I told you so?”

Pablo sighed shaking his head “You don’t need to. I’ve been telling myself those four words ever since I realized my feelings and didn’t acted on them straight away”

“She cried so much” Pablo nodded

“I know she did” Pablo’s eyebrows got in their usual place “That’s why I’ll let her be happy with him for how long they be together even if it kills me, if they break up and if she still wants me, shoot my shot”

“I can wish you good luck on that, we both know how Y/N is when she falls in love”

Pablo groaned knowing that if his best friend truly loved someone, it wasn’t that easy to make it go away and that’s what he held a little hope on to. For you to still love him. To give him a chance.

“You truly are; mi niña” Pablo said nodding smiling at you

“You better say that because I have pickles that I can easily put on your sandwich”

“You’re crossing a line over there, young lady” You laughed throwing a slice of onion at him “No! I don’t want to smell like onion!”

“You’d be a cute little and smelly angry onion!” You smiled at him and no matter how much he wanted to try and keep his serious face; he slowly erupted in a smile. He didn’t know how he couldn’t have realized his feelings sooner. He wanted to smash his head against every surface possible

“Es que no puedo contigo” Pablo said shaking his head as you threw another slice at him “¡Hostias, Y/N, parale!” Your laugh told him it was worth smell like onion just to hear that angelic sound and see the happiness on your face

He’ll do anything to keep that smile forever, but just when he thought nothing could ever make you guys separate, your phone started ringing as he saw the ID, he felt his heart fall to the floor.

You instantly reached out for your phone and shooting Pablo a small smile you left the kitchen to attend the call. He felt another tug of his chest and sighed.

Two weeks later

Pablo was deeply asleep when he felt his hand vibrate; he furrowed his eyebrows and opened his eyes to see what was happening. His phone was in his hands and he remembered falling asleep with it while talking to you. The brightness of it, blinded him for a few seconds

“Joder”

He cursed out taking his other hand to his eyes rubbing the sleep away for a bit but it was only needed to see your name across his phone to make him snap out of it

“Hello” He picked up

“Hey” He heard your voice “Can I come over?”

“Sure, something’s wrong?”

“No… I just- I had a fight with Samuel nothing too much but I don’t feel like being alone” You said “I… I’m sorry, I know you have early training tomorrow I shouldn’t have called but-”

“No” Pablo cut you off shaking his head “Don’t worry about it, Y/N/N. I’m here, always will be” A bit of silence overpowered the line for a few seconds “I’m waiting for you”

“I’m already on my way, Pablito” You said softly. When you came to Pablo’s house, you immediately grabbed him and hugged him

“Are you okay?” You nod

“I just… Feel weird” You spoke as Pablo carried you both towards his couch, you on top of him cuddling

“Did he touched you?” Pablo pulled away from you

“No! No! God no! He wouldn’t be talking nor walking if he had!” You shook your head and that eased Gavi for a bit

“What’s wrong then?”

“I just… This isn’t the first time we fight during this week and I don’t know everytime it ends I feel with this need of being anywhere but close to him, he makes me so angry and for the stupid little things ever”

“Why are you fighting?”

“He’s been stressed about his final project at Uni” You said shaking your head “And gosh, everything irritates him! I breathe and he’s off, my phone goes off and he goes off too, Aladdin barks and he goes off, Wifi doesn’t work and he goes off! Everything pisses him off and it’s making me so angry because whenever I’m stressed, I don’t yell at anyone! I just go to the gym to the punching bag and discharge my everything there” You put your hands on your face and yell into them “And I just can’t stand him right now, like… He told me I was absolutely mad! God, he’s gorgeous, so pretty, beautiful but so irritating” Pablo’s eyebrows went up when he heard the adjectives “And sorry for coming here to bother you with my problems. You shouldn’t even be awake in the middle of the night but still here you are” You put your head in the middle of his chest

“It seems like not everything is pink and roses” You punch him lightly making him laugh

“I know not everything it’s pink and roses” You sigh sitting up, making Gavi grab your waist and get comfortable with his head on the armrest “I just think that he’s overreacting, I saw his thesis and it’s too damn amazing, it’s normal that he stresses out, I do that as well but I don’t go around the world screaming at something or someone because I can’t find this correct word to describe something or something like that” You said “I didn’t feel like staying tonight with him” You shook your head “And that’s how I’m here” You looked down at Gavi and find him smiling lightly at you “What?” You asked softly eyebrows scrunched up

Gavi took one of his hands up to your forehead and gave it the same light touches you give his to make his frown go away, the action made you smile widely

“You’re not pretty with your forehead scrunched up, that’s my thing” You laughed lightly

“Sorry” You shook your head, Gavi’s hand coming back to your waist “I’m just irritated, annoyed, mad”

“And that’s okay” He said “I hope everything turns out okay for you, Y/N/N. And I also hope Samuel gets his job done in peace”

“That makes us two” You both laughed

“I can understand him” You hum

“And so can I” You say “It’s his thesis, it’s his final college project” You shrug your shoulders “I guess I’ll be that way when I’m doing mine”

“God bless the poor man who’s with you in those times” You laughed together

“I’m not that bad”

“Yes, keep telling yourself that honey” He said and you laughed “What about we watch your favorite movie to help you distress and everything else?”

“Wall-e?” You asked

“And ice cream, I bought your favorite one” You got off of Pablo and jogged towards the kitchen “Bring me one too, please!”

“NO, THEY’RE MINE!” He heard you yell

Your mood instantly changed. You weren’t grumpy anymore and all it took Gavi was less than ten minutes for you to rant about your fight with your boyfriend, hear you out, be there for you and buy you your favorite Ice cream. It was something magical.

Gavi often didn’t liked being woken up at midnight hours but for you he would stay awake the whole night if he needed to, just to help you and make sure you were okay. That night, you both fell asleep in each other’s arms laid out in his couch. He swears he had never slept better in his whole life.

Soon, it became a little routine; whenever you fight with Samuel, you call your best friend, go to Pablo’s to calm down as he comforted you and fall asleep with him either on his couch, his bed, the floor, everywhere

Today was no different, two months had passed and you were once more laid on his bed with Pablo next to you, legs up to the wall

“SHE WAS TOTALLY FLIRTING WITH HIM, RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FUCKING FACE!” You groaned covering your face with your hands “He had the audacity to say she’s just an ex, like what the fucking-?!”

“Tio, uno nunca debe decir eso” Pablo shook his head, showing disagreement with Samuel’s words

“I know, right? He told me I was overreacting, that I was being dramatic because he was dating me not her! That he loves me and not her… BUT YOU AREN’T FUCKING BESTIES WITH YOUR EX!” You yelled out angry, silence flowed the room as you took your hands off of your face “But you know what? I’m not going to just stand there, get hurt and watch; if he wants to spend his time with someone else, then I will do the same thing!”

“Yeah? Who are you gonna flirt with? Me?” You huff rolling your eyes

“Please, don’t flatter yourself that much”

“I’m gorgeous”

“And that’s why you have a bunch of thirteen years old girl fangirling over you in TikTok. If they met you, I’m pretty sure their crushes would vanish in a single second” You looked at him noticing a light pout on his lips and his eyebrows scrunched up, you laughed

“I’m lovely” You laughed agreeing

“You are. You are also pretty, Pabs; don’t worry about it” He smiled lightly

“Anyway… He knows all of your male friends are just that, friends”

“I don’t know I’m gonna go to a fucking pub and see if there’s anyone interested in me. Which would be a bit difficult but I can try”

“Why would that be difficult?”

“I’m not every guy’s type of girl, Pablo” He hums turning his face to watch you

“You’re right. Not every boy wants an amazing girl like you, just real man who knows what he wants” His words softened your face and heart.

For the first time since the starts of your relationship with Samuel you had buried and tried to get the rid off your feelings for Pablo but right now, you had started feeling the same funny feeling you had done for a whole four years. You had succeeded until now. You smiled at him, without showing your teeth

“Thank you” You said as he smiled back

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N/N”

You looked away from him, watching your socked-clothed feet; you put your feet on top of his, your body closer as he welcomed you in his arms. Your head on his shoulder as he softly pushed his on top of yours, staying in silence for the rest of the evening, no more words were needed to say.

You were saying everything and at the same time nothing.

…

“Will you be at my presentation?” You asked sitting in front of Pablo during his lunch break, both of you eating

“Yes” He said mid-chewing “Es mañana, ¿verdad?” You nod furrowing your eyebrows “¿Qué pasa?”

“Don’t talk while eating, it’s rude and you look gross”

“You’ve seen me worse” Pablo shrugged his shoulders “¿Me recuerdas la hora?” He asked as you took a sip of his cholocate milk

“9:30”

“I’ll be there at 9” You smiled

“You’re allowed to be a little late”

“I won’t” He reassured you with a smile “Need to always be there for my best and favorite girl”

“I’m your only, favorite and best girl” You push your eyebrows up

“That you are” He nodded high fiving you “Do I have to dress fancy?”

“Not that much but you can’t exactly appear in hoodies and cargos”

“Joder” He cursed out a bit making you laugh “Now, you’ll make me go shopping”

“¡Mentiroso! You’ve nice going-out clothes” He lifted his eyebrows

“I’ll see what I can do then” You smiled at each other

“¡Chicos, estamos listos!” Both of them snapped their heads at Xavi’s voice

“See you tomorrow then, Páez” You smiled getting up leaning over him to kiss his cheek and hug him by the shoulders

“See you later” He corrected grabbing you by the hands and not letting you get away from him

“What’s up?” You asked he pouted his lips a bit letting you know he wanted to give you a kiss. You smiled and putted your cheek on the front of his face; soon you felt his lips collide with your skin repeatedly, you giggled pushing him away

“Your kisses are wet” You whipped his saliva of your cheek

“No, you kept moving around, I couldn’t kiss you properly”

“Tonto” You pushed his face away laughing “See you later then” You pronounced heavily the later making him smile

You left the training grounds as Pedri, Ansu and Balde joined Pablo

“You are a goner for her” Ansu said as Pablo sighed nodding

“Yes, I am” He soon felt Pedri’s hands on his shoulders

“Venga, Pablito. We need to keep training”

Your leg was going up and down quickly as you received the news, you instantly had grabbed your teammate point and read it, whilst trying to remember yours at the same time; you were freaking nervous, everything seemed just wrong for you at that time and you wanted to be curled up in your bed, relaxed, crying and watching any kind of series. Everything was better than feeling this way.

A voice distracted you from your doings “¡Pero mira que preciosa estás!” Pablo exclaimed after seeing you with your group, you looked for his voice and immediately smiled seeing him walk over to you, your nerves easing a little bit.

“¡Y tú estás muy lindo! Extremely handsome” You said hugging him tightly; he kissed your cheek several times “I told you, you had nice out-going clothes” You felt him laugh against you before separating himself from you lightly. His hands still on your waist as yours rested on his biceps

“All done to smash it?” Your smile fell and shook your head

“I have less than an hour to learn one of my teammate’s points, she couldn’t come and the professor’s want all the information” You started talking quickly, you started waving your hands a bit “I-I” You shook your head “I don’t think I can make it, like… I barely know mine” You laughed nervous “And Samuel is supposed to come with the empanaditas for the judges but I haven’t been able to reach out for him in the whole morning, the guys are getting impatient and I don’t have any more excuses as to why he isn’t here already” You took a deep breath feeling Pablo grab your hands “I’m not ready, I’ll not make it” You shook your head “I wanna leave, I wanna cry and throw up to be honest”

“Hey, hey” He said repeatedly “Where’s your mom?” He asked

“Already inside, so is dad and so are my brothers” You said

“And where are those empandas?”

“In my house”

“Ok, I have my key with me” He said nodding “I’ll go look for them, bring them back here and see you smash that thing, you meanwhile get pretty, don’t cry and read that fuckers teammate point”

“Pablo, no! Once you are in, you can’t come out!”

“You forgot I’m Barca’s golden boy, I’ll use everything I have and own but you’ll have me and those empanadas watching you and being proud of you, mi niña” He kissed your cheek quickly “I’ll go!”

He left you with your mouth full of words, after you didn’t see him, smiled widely.

He is the golden boy and when he wants something, he gets it, you couldn’t help but looked at your watch 9.05am; you sighed mentally hoping for him to get back in 25minutes, but as time went by, there was no signal of Pablo.

Your teammates were already in line to enter, you were last seeing as you were the one who closed the presentation and answered the questions, you sighed 9.30 and Pablo hadn’t make it. You were shaking, tears pooling in your eyes the words on the paper weren’t clear as they were before.

“¡Mi niña!” You heard his voice and turned around, Pablo was there jogging up to you. You sighed once more, this time in relief and ran not caring of your heels up to him

“You made it” You whispered feeling some tears roll down on your face

“Of course I did” He whispered “Had Pedri to drive me around, probably made him break a few laws, have to pay him those too” You laughed letting go of him “Hey, no. Don’t cry”

“It’s just too much” Pablo carefully, not wanting to ruin your makeup, wiped your tears away “Thank you” He smiled kissing your cheek

“No problem at all”

“No, really. Thank you. You have saved my ass once more” You grabbed the plastic bag full of the empanaditas “But, you have to get inside there, right now or you won’t be able to get in during the next forty seconds”

“Forty seconds leaves me time to do something…” He grabbed your hands “Smash it like you always have done, Y/N. Whatever happens I’m proud of you and I know you’ve worked so hard for this. You got it” You nod “Stop crying, that doesn’t make you look as pretty as you truly are” You laughed lightly “You can even give me the paper so if you forget about something, you can rely on me, I will pay attention to the words” You laugh once more giving him the paper

“And don’t fucking care about him. You’ve got your family in there… And you’ve got me, since always and ‘till forever”You smiled nodding, his arms wrapped around you “Te quiero y sé que esto no es nada comparado con lo que tú puedes hacer, guarda esos nervios para el platillo de verdad” You laughed feeling him tighten his arms around you, joining your foreheads

“I will do”

“You’re the fucking boss, mi niña. Smash it” One of your teammates called you signaling you it was time, you felt Pablo kiss your cheek

“Go” You said separating from him; he smiled jogging to the forum “Martín!” He turned around “¡Te quiero!” He smiled blowing you a kiss before entering.

Your eyes never left his while waiting your turn; both of you smiling at each other and when it was your time, your eyes searched his whenever you thought you’d forget something but you didn’t.

You managed your way, walking slowly from a place to the other showing confidence, supporting yourself onto your guys material and even cracked a few jokes along the way that made the judges and the entire audience laugh, you spoke with a smile on your face and a radiant light on your aura. You answered all the team questions with ease, as if someone had asked you, what’s your favorite food, Pablo’s heart swelled with proud watching you smash your presentation even though, you were crying a few minutes before that.

“Congratulations!” You hugged your family with a big smile on after you were out, your brothers had a little card with your name in it and cheering you on, you laughed at their silliness

“Where’s Pablo?” You asked curious after hugging your family when you felt an arm wrap around your waist and lift you up in the air turning you around

“Pablo’s here!” He said after putting you down, you laughed turning to face him

“You’re crazy!”

“You love me like that!”

“Why did you left?” He smiled pulling out from his back his other arm; a bouquet of your favorite flowers were in front of you. You laughed feeling tears come up to your eyes “You didn’t have to” You whispered shaking your head with a smile on and accepting the flowers

“I know I didn’t. But I wanted to” He said with a loving smile “You deserve this and more though” Pablo smiled pulling both of his arms around you to keep you close to him “If it was for me, I would gifted you something more extravagant” You laughed “…But I know you like simple things”

“Simple things are the best” You replied

“They are” He agrees “But you deserve to be spoiled too” You shake your head “Stop crying” He shaked you a bit

“They’re happy tears, I swear” He with the pad of his thumbs, wiped your tears “Thank you”

“Don’t” He shook his head lightly “Don’t thank me. I will do anything for you in a heartbeat, Y/N/N” You smiled “Don’t let anyone ruin this big day for you, especially him” Pablo whispered as your smile slowly fell

“He’s good” You said “He loves me and he must have a good reason for not showing up today”

“If he doesn’t prioritizes you then he’s not good”

You looked down at the flowers, sighing. “He has to have a really good reason, he has never forgot something when it comes to me and much less something big as this is” You shrugged your shoulders. You truly hoped he had a good reason.

Even though, Pablo and your family had taken you out to eat, tried to lift your mood and got you to laugh sometimes, you were constantly checking on your phone to see if there were any messages of him. Nothing.

You thought you did a good job at hiding it but Pablo had read you completely. He sighed sadly. He was serious and he meant it when he said you deserved everything and better.

Your mood that day was halfway ruined. You wished you had all of your loved ones with you but Samuel was missing and the worst of everything it was that he never texted you that night to come up with some excuse, it broke your heart and for the first time in your entire relationship with him, you cried yourself to sleep.

You never liked the feeling of being forgotten ever since your parents confused their picking you up time you felt so bad, you started crying and crying, that much you had to sleep with them that night, you only had felt that way twice times in your whole life. And you never liked it. Three, now. Counting Samuel’s.

You woke up next day with a strong headache, ten messages of Pablo and the five messages of Samuel, you didn’t wanted to keep on reading on your phone.

Pablo Páez Buenos días. How are you feeling? I’m sorry Samuel is an ass Please don’t let him ruin your mood ever again I saw you yesterday and I wouldn’t like to see you like that again. Much less for a boy. Te quiero mucho Would you like to spend the day with me? Aurora and my family will come later; they are hoping to see you. Text me whenever you can, please

Samu✨💖 Preciosa I’m sorry I completely forgot about it And I feel so mad at myself Have dinner with me tonight to make up for it?

You sighed, head throbbing with a headache for crying so much. It was too early to be debating yourself from this kind of things, so you just picked Pablo’s message and replied a single yes, you’ll face Samuel later.

…

“So… Are you coming for dinner with Rora with my parents or what?” Pablo asked calling you while having lunch, he was training today.

Your eyebrows furrowed hearing him ask that

“I told you yes, that I wanted to go” You say confused “It’s been a while since I’ve seen them, so yes”

“You didn’t told me anything”

“Yes I did” You say nodding

“No, you didn’t”

“Páez, I messaged you this morning”

“Y/L/N, you did not messaged me this morning. I haven’t heard of you since last night until right now that I’m talking to you”

You laughed in disbelief “The joke’s not funny” You said

“It isn’t a joke, mi niña”

But it truly wasn’t a joke because as if on cue, a message of Samuel appeared on your screen

Samu✨💖 Dinner is reserved Meet me there at 7?

Fucki-

You groaned sighing

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked while drinking a bit of his water

“I was so sleepy in the morning, I did texted” You nodded “But instead of texting you, I texted Samuel” You sighed, Pablo looked at you before laughing

“Cancel on him”

“I can’t just cancel on him, Pabs”

“Yes, you can. He didn’t showed up!”

“But I’m not him, Pablito” You shook your head “He’s sorry and he’s already done reservations” You sighed “I really wanted to see Belén tho”

“I’ll let her know that” He smiled lightly “What hour’s the date?”

“7”

“It’s 2.36” You nod

“I know how to read the hour, thanks” He laughed lightly

“What you gonna do?”

“Obviously go, he’s my boyfriend”

“Doesn’t act like one” You roll your eyes ignoring his statement

“…See why he didn’t showed up and…”

“And?”

“…And hopefully get laid” You replied laughing watching Pablo’s eyebrows lift up impressed with the honesty “I don’t know, I’m stressing out so much these days”

“Wow” That’s all he said. You kept on laughing “Don’t tell me the details if that happens, please”

“I wasn’t going to anyway” You shook your head sighing, both of you stayed in silence for a few seconds “But he’s just that good-”

“Xavi’s calling!”

“I’m joking, I’m joking” You said smiling

“I don’t like you sometimes”

“You love me everytime”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night” Pablo shook his head, staying in silence for a few seconds.

You furrowed your eyebrows seeing him a bit sad so suddenly “Something’s wrong?” He shook his head, smiling a bit

“Everything’s fine. I gotta go, Lewy’s calling me”

“But he’s not-”

The words died in your mouth as Pablo hung up the call; you kept on staring and the black screen of your phone for a few seconds before letting it fall a bit roughly against the surface of your eating table. You sighed feeling a bit mad for not knowing what had happened to Pablo and why did he left you so suddenly, you were also tired even if you had slept until two hours ago, you weren’t feeling the best.

You picked your phone again, looking at Samuel’s text and another wave of indescribable and many feelings came rushing into you, mixed feelings.

Suddenly you didn’t wanted to go at the restaurant, the dressing up thing seemed a lot to you right now, you preferred to be at home or have a nice car ride with him, you wanted Samuel to come and look out for you, take care of you and mend everything these past few weeks have been with him, in the simplest way possible.

But you also wanted to put Samuel to the side and have the greatest of times with your best friend, to take care of Pablo and him of you. He seemed down so suddenly and you wanted to know what had happened to him that made him act like that.

You were conflicted and you hated it.

Opening your camera roll, you scrolled through pictures trying to clear a bit your mind but it was as if fate decided you to choose right now, after a picture of you and Samuel, last week at one of your friend’s house, you remembered you had three days without fighting and you were over the moon, you never liked fighting with your loved or close ones.

It was the both of you sat in the grass with the Christmas light hanging in the tree behind you both, she had decorated for the get-together and you always had loved decorated trees. Samuel had said something making you laugh hysterically as he smiled against your cheek. And that’s how the picture was taken by one of his friends.

You cuddled up to him, head thrown back a bit laughing as he looked at you with a big smile on, his dimples appearing and his eyes scrunching up a bit in a cute way. You smiled looking at the picture, you really liked Samuel and you knew you could fall for him and mostly if you could stop all of these fights that have been happening, for you both, constantly.

Swiping to the next picture, you found one of you and Pablo in his apartment doing a movie night, taken by Pablo himself. You loved this picture because Pablo almost never truly smiles in pics, he’s just tight smiling, side smiling, smirking or simply not smiling at all, in this one he had fully smiled showing his teeth and something that you loved of Pablo was his toothy smile.

The pic itself was beautiful even if it was taken while the two of you were looking a bit bad and fooling around, you were doing a peace sign with one hand with duck lips and closed eyes, the other around Pablo’s shoulders bringing him into you as he was simply smiling.

Your thumb moved around watching both pictures, until you decided and made up your mind.

Pablo had made himself known he didn’t wanted you like you wanted him unlike Samuel who wanted you and fought for you and you were going to do the same for him back, they were stupid and simple fights and you could get out of them. He was your boyfriend whilst Pablo was, is and will always be your best friend.

You left your phone on the table Samuel pic shown and you smiled on your way to doll yourself up for him, for your boyfriend and hoping that you could solve everything going on between the two of you for good.

You figured if Pablo had something, he would tell you straight away. And if he didn’t, you could always get it out of him for yourself and help him, like the best friend you were and will always be. You couldn’t let some simple fights and his comforts, get in the way to your relationship and mess with your head and heart.

Time was nearly 7pm when you finished and hailed a cab to get you towards the restaurant, when you arrived the restaurant, you texted him letting him know you were already there

“Can I get you something, ma’am?” You smiled shaking your head politely at the waiter

“I’m waiting for someone, thank you” He smiled

“If you need anything, you can call me” You nodded your head lightly

“Will do, thank you” And with that the waiter left

Truth to be told, you lost count of the amount of times the waiter had asked you if you wanted something to eat or where ready to order, you always answered with the same phrase “I’m waiting for someone, thank you”. You stopped watching the hour, when you realized you saw that three hours have passed, you were tired of sending him messages, you wanted to cry

“Miss” The same waiter said giving you a little white container

“I didn’t order anything”

“I know you didn’t but I’m sorry for your date. You deserve someone better” He sadly smiled at you “We’re closing already” You nodded fighting the tears, stood up and left a few bills on the table

“Thank you so much” You said and left the restaurant.

You asked once more for a taxi and fought all the way back to your house the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. You had no energy to fight him; you didn’t had energy to cry anymore. You were on autopilot mode taking off your heels, undid your hair, cleaned your face and took off your dress pulling a random but comfy shirt.

Your phone never rang with an apology text or with a call. And you went to sleep with a heavy heart that night, tears falling and falling from your eyes. Once more being forgotten

Next day rolled in and your phone had rang multiple times but you weren’t in the mood to face an ‘I’m sorry I forgot’ kind of thing from Samuel so when the door of your room was opened you pretended to be asleep.

“¡Joder, Y/N!” You heard Pablo’s voice and instantly relaxed a bit “Why aren’t you answering my calls or texts? I was going mad thinking something had happened to you! It’s almost 5 in the evening, loca!” You heard his footsteps for seconds before you felt the bed dip in “Y/N?” His hand shook your shoulder a bit “Y/N” He shook harder “You’ve always been a heavy sleeper, mi niña” He chuckled and that made you smile a bit

But then you sniffed

“Y/N? You’re awake?”

You cursed yourself out and held in your breath

“Y/N, you’re awake. I know you” You sighed knowing what was coming.

He pulled down the blanket that was covering your whole frame

“Hi” Your voice cracked but still tried to make a smile for him

“Maldición, what happened?” You sighed closing your eyes; you shook your head and tried to pull the blanket back up again “No, Y/N. What happened? Why are you crying?

You stayed silent before letting yourself cry again, you felt Pablo’s arms around you.

“Y/N, baby” You felt Pablo get underneath the covers and pulled you into his embrace “No, no, no. Don’t cry, mi niña”

“He forgot” You said into Pablo’s neck “I was there.” You shook your head “I was there the whole night, looking like a stupid little girl… He never answered his phone, people giving me pity looks and I hated it” You sniffed grabbing him tighter “I did my hair just the way he likes it, I dressed up with his favorite color, I did myself for him yesterday” You cried “And he never showed up. He never answered my calls nor my texts. He forgot about me, about us, I-” You stopped your ranting, crying

“I’m gonna kill that guy” Pablo said moving around but you clinged onto him

“Don’t leave please” You whispered making Pablo’s heart break.

He had saw you pass several heartbreaks, he had seen you cry for men who in the first place never deserved you, he had always been there for you for each and every single one of them but this was the first time he had seen you suffer for a guy while he was in love with you.

This was a whole reset. Pablo didn’t know what to do, say or treat you like, to make you feel safe and forget about Samuel; Pablo hated the fact you were hurting over a stupid guy who didn’t deserved you meanwhile he was there dying to reach out for you, fill your heart, body and life with the happiness and love you truly deserve.

He really wanted to go towards Samuel’s house and make him regret every single little thing, he had been doing to you these past few months, the constant fights at the beginning were because of stupid little things but they keep going on and on and it was more often you spending your night at Pablo’s, even though he never complained, he loved spending time with you but he never liked you crying and sad.

He felt rage and all he could see was beating Samuel up but at the second you clinged into him, he softened and his rage turned into care, his arms tightened around you, his lips let a kiss on your hairline and he pulled you into him

“He’s a tremendo gilipollas” You chuckled a bit and sniffed

“I should’ve listened to you and cancel on him” You whispered after a little while “I’m sure I could have spent the most amazing time with my Páez Gavira family”

“Mom misses you too, by the way” You smiled “She asked you to call her” You nod sniffing

“I will do, later” You got your face out from his chest and smiled at him softly “I’m sorry about wetting your shirt” He looked down at his shirt

“You left a bit of snot there” He joked as you scoffed

“I’m gonna look for another shirt for you” He pulled your wrist, getting you on top of him again

“I don’t care about some moco or lágrimas on my shirt. I care for you to be happy” He smiled back at you and leaned down to kiss your cheek “What do you say if we bake something? Your favorite? We can’t let you keep going this way the whole day”

“I love you so much, you know? I’m so glad I’ve you as my best friend, Pabs” You said smiling as his heart softly broke hearing you be-friend him

Guess it’s my turn to feel it. Pablo thought

“I love you too, mi niña. And I’m always going to be here for you, whenever and wherever you need me”

“I kinda feel bad though, you shouldn’t be here looking after me and my romantic fails”

“I can and I will” Pablo smiled kissing your cheek and lifting himself from your body “Now, c’mon. Let’s make some good treats for us and have a skin care night, my cutis needs one of those olive face masks of yours”

…

“Are we ready to party?!” Pedri and Gavi yelled out coming to your house as you lifted your eyes from your paper work

“Am I getting a thing for this exam?!”

“YES?” Pedri asked as you huffed

“No” You whine

“C’mon, let’s distress tonight” Gavi said putting his head in your shoulder, his hands going around your waist and Pedri lifted his eyebrows as you tried not to blush or smile

“I can’t, I have this big exam on Wednesday and I don’t understand a thing from it”

“But today’s Friday” Gavi said

“I know”

“You still have five days for it”

“I know”

“Then take a break” You whined

“I can’t, Pablo”

“Don’t call me that”

“It’s your name”

“Not for you!” You smiled lightly

“I would love to, guys. But I can’t”

“Yes, you can” Pedri said “I bet you have like five hours going on with this”

“Five hours?” Gavi scoffed “Better said whole day” You roll your eyes “Have you even ate something?” You nod

“I did. Was feeling too hungry for my own good” Pablo smiled opting to sit down besides you

It has been four days since your failed date with Samuel, he has been texting you but you were giving him the cold shoulder ever since, only replying one message saying: ‘Not in the mood to talk to you, right now. We’ll chat later’ and archived his messages.

“That’s good though” He smiled showing off his teeth “But seriously, get your pretty ass up from this chair and get ready to relax for a while”

“Pablo, no!” You whine softly as he shook his head grabbing your hand and getting you out of the chair

“Pablo, yes! You’ll thank me later for this”

“WAIT-NO! PABLO!” You yelled out as he lifted you on his back as if nothing and walked with you towards your room

“Get pretty and get ready. Pedri and I will wait for you downstairs”

You knew best than try to fight him so you did what he had asked you to, get pretty and get ready for a night out with your favorite boys since it’s been a while since you got one.

“Where are we going?” You asked after a little while

“A que Ansu” Pedri said smiling

“Will there be a lot of people there?”

“Hopefully not” Gavi turned to look at you “, but we already know how Ansu is” You laugh lightly “Don’t worry. I will not let you alone”

“What about the chicks?” Pedri asked jokingly winning a deadly glare from Pablo

“I don’t care about the chicks”

“You can get someone though” You said softly “You don’t have to stop yourself from getting fun because of me”

“I’m not stopping myself from anything, Y/N. I simply don’t want to leave you” He shrugged a bit “I’m more than okay being with you, I don’t need a random girl who just wants me because I’m Pablo Gavi, I just need you” He said looking at you in the eye as you smiled softly

“Ah, Y/N… You got the golden boy whipped” Pedri joked as Pablo glared at him and you laughed brushing his comment off and not paying too much attention to it.

“He’s just being a good friend”

“No. I’m just being normal… I’m being Pablo” He looked at you “Your Pablo”

“You’re getting too sappy”

“You like that”

“Sure” You spoke with sarcasm and Pedri laughed turning the car to the left, Ansu’s house being visible

“C’mon” Pedri said after parking “Let’s go and have a good time” He smiled as Pablo opened the door for you and helped you get out

You greeted Ansu, Alejandro, Ronald, Frenkie, Christensen, Raphinha, almost everyone of the squad, their girlfriends and wives with a warm smile and a warm hug. Immediately, the guys chatted with you for a bit, when Gavi came up to you with a drink

“Know you don’t like Tequila and that you have to focus tomorrow for your exam. So don’t worry, this is just Coca-Cola” You smiled at him and leaned a bit to kiss his cheek

“Thanks” You murmured feeling him wrap his arm around you and pull you into him

“Let’s sit” Pablo offered with a light smile on as you nod

The night was going on great, you laughed, danced for a bit with Pedri and then Gavi who claimed Pedri was stealing you way too much and had a great time in general, until Ansu decided to post a picture of you, Gavi, Pedri, Alejandro, himself and their respective girls, flings or friends and post it on his Best-Friends Instagram story.

You don’t know how, not when, not anything like that but somehow Samuel had seen the story and soon when you were laughing at something Gavi was telling you, Samuel came in cutting your whole night short and threw your mood away.

You didn’t wanted to see him, still not ready to talk to him and forgive him for what he had done in the day of your presentation and the day after with the restaurant thing. Gavi clearly saw the whole thing and was a bit upset

“What are you doing here, bonita? Why didn’t you invited me? This is nice!”

“Pedri and Gavi brought me here. The invited doesn’t invite” You said serious before giving him your back

“But Ansu is my friend! I’m sure he would’ve loved me here”

“You already are here, hermano” Gavi said “You can stop the ranting and just enjoy the night”

“Nah! Mind your business, Gavira”

Pablo opened his mouth but you put a hand on top of his, slightly shaking your head

“Please don’t” You begged “I just want to enjoy tonight” Pablo nodded at you

“If you want him out-” You cut Pablo off

“I do” You nod “I’m not ready to face him but he’s already here. This isn’t your house for you to kick him out nor either is your party” You sighed “We’re just invited”

“I’m best friends with the owner of the house”

“Still, Samu is friends with the guys, they don’t know our problems and they will like him being here. Let’s just forget about everything, okay? Let’s enjoy ourselves” You patted his thigh sending him a little smile

“Just for you” He said after a few seconds, your smile widening “But still, if he does something to you, just tell me” You nod rolling your eyes

“Will do”

“Promise?” He showed his pinky, making you shake your head lightly

“Promise, mi lindo” You linked your pinky with his and you bottled out of your bubble

The night was good, both you and Pablo were almost ignoring all the way Samuel, who was each time more and more insistent on having your attention

Tarot was playing and you were once more dancing with Gavi, you probably looked like a hypocrite, your boyfriend asked you a few minutes ago to dance but you declined saying you were tired but when Gavi asked if you wanted to dance you extended your hand and let him lead you to the dance floor

You were dancing and singing to the song with Pablo goofing around with him when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned around and saw Samuel

“Dance with me?” You softly shook your head

“I don’t want to”

“Please, just one dance. I miss my girlfriend” He said and you raised your eyebrows

“I’m still mad for what you did” You shook your head in disbelief “Please, I really don’t want to be near you right now”

“Y/N-” Pablo cut him off

“She said she doesn’t want to and that she wants you to leave her alone, please. Can you understand that?”

“Mind your business”

“Her business are mine too, so please step aside. Let her be”

“Our relationship doesn’t involve you, kid” Samuel pushed Pablo by the shoulders

“What did you just called me?” Pablo asked rage going all around his body; he marched towards Samuel but you quickly intervened putting yourself in front of the Sevillano

“He isn’t worth it, Pabs; don’t let him get to you. You’re not a kid; you’re more man than anyone in this room, please. Don’t put yourself into his level” You whispered but your words got in one of Pablo’s ears and went out of the other, hell, he wasn’t even looking at you even if you joined both of your foreheads whilst talking

Pablo softly pulled you out of his front and stepped up to Samuel

“I called you what you are, a fucking kid”

“Hijo de tú put-” You pulled Pablo back by his shoulder but he got himself out of your grasp

“Stop” You somehow got in the middle of them “I said stop” You looked both guys before your gaze stayed on Pablo “Please” Each one of your hands were placed in the guys chest, preventing their movement

“Step aside bonita” Samuel said taking off your hand softly and moving closer

“Yes, Y/N. Step aside” Pablo agreeded

“The fucking I will move from here. Stop” Your voice started shaking “I will dance with you; I will do anything, Samuel. Just fucking stop. Stop” You pleaded “This is a party, to have a good time not to fight”

“It was” Samuel said “But this fucker wants to get my girl and insert his nose in places he shouldn’t and I’m not gonna allow it”

“Your girl doesn’t want to be with you because you’re an asshole and a shitty boyfriend; I’m just being a good best friend, a human and a reasonable man to treat her how she deserves to be treated, not forgetting her at restaurants and pulling stupid stunts. Shame on you to treat such a wonderful girl like she’s nothing” Samuel smirked and pulled you out of the middle

“Well… My girl, my treatments”

“Pablo” You warned grabbing his arm trying to pull him back but it was a failure, he was angry and he was stronger than you, Pablo squared up once more to Samuel. Both of their faces separated by millimeters

“Eres un tremendo gilipollas” Pablo said

Your eyes devised Pedri who was already coming over with Fernando, his older brother behind him. You silently thanked him for noticing, the loudness of the music wouldn’t have done anything if you called for any of the guys.

“Yeah? This gilipollas is breaking your legs, golden boy” He mocked Gavi’s title “Calling yourself a man when all you can do is run around the field, acting like a little kid, stomping your feet, doing rabietas and run into the other players because you don’t know how to play for shit”

Pablo smiled angrily before launching himself at Samuel, when Pedri grabbed him in the perfect moment and Fer grabbed Samuel, the other lads noticed this and they instantly went up to help.

You were surprised by Pablo, he had undone himself from Pedri’s, Lewandowski’s, Raphinha’s, Araujo’s, Alejandro’s, Diego’s (One of his childhood friends) and Sergio’s hold, meanwhile Samuel was controlled by Ansu, Ferran, Eric and Fer.

You decided to step in for Pablo “Please, stop. This isn’t funny anymore, Pabs” You begged feeling tears up in your eyes, your hands went to touch his face but he refused pushing your hands away

“I’m gonna kill him” He growled

“No, you won’t” You said grabbing his arms but he let himself go rudely which startled you and made you lose your footing.

You would have fallen to the floor if it wasn’t for Alejandro who quickly saw it and helped you, still your ankle suffered a bit. You whimpered out in pain, Pablo’s eyes quickly softening as seeing you in pain

“¡Dios mío, joder!” He kneeled down besides you, worry written on his face “I’m so sorry, mi niña” He said going to touch your hands but now it was you who didn’t wanted his touch

“Well done, football star” Samuel said also kneeled down besides you, he wrapped his arm around your waist

“Look, cabrón-” You cut Pablo off

“Shut up!” You exclaimed, you were angry with him, angry with Samuel and angry to the fact that you had to end up with a bruised ankle to make them both stop “I don’t want to talk to both of you right now, I came here to relax, to forget about everything” You looked at Samuel first who looked down in shame and then to Pablo who sniffed not being able to meet your gaze “and here I am with a bruised ankle. I told you both to stop and both of you acted like fucking children!” You sniffed not being able to hold the tears anymore “I wanna get out of here”

“I’ll take you” Samuel said quickly

“She came with me, she can leave with me”

“I’m not leaving with any of you!” You exclaimed angry once more “If I have to take a fucking Uber, I’ll take it. If I have to walk all the way to my house or any place I want to, I will do it. But I don’t want to see both of your faces for a long while” Alejandro helped you stand up but you whimpered once more not being able to

Pedri got close and helped you get out of your heels, you hissed when his hand came in contact with the injured part

“Sorry, cariño” He said “Gotta take it off” You whimpered a bit when he was almost done, you heard Pedri hiss a bit “We gotta go to the hospital, this is turning blue” You groaned

This wasn’t how you expected to spend your night.

You felt Pedri helping you get up on your feet “Want my shoes?” He asked but you declined

“Just want this night to end as soon as possible” You murmured

“Y/N-” Pablo said stopping in front of you but you shook your head

“Just shut up” You pleaded and watched how Pablo’s mood shifted to a sad one

“I’m sorry”

It’s all he said before letting you go but before that he heard you murmur a little

“I shouldn’t even have gotten out of the house today” And he knew in that moment he had fucked it up once more but he couldn’t do anything else besides stand there and watch you leave doing little jumps with Pedri

“See what you have done?” He heard Samuel’s voice

“I’m not gonna talk to you, cabrón” Pablo replied “Y/N just got hurt because of you”

“Me? You were the one who pushed her”

“I didn’t pushed her”

“Guys” Ansu called “I think you should leave it. We don’t want another accident to happen” Pablo sighed nodding at his friend’s words “Samuel, thanks for coming man but I think you should leave” Samuel without saying anything else nodded and left “You too, Pablito”

“What?!”

“Don’t play yourself the innocent” Ferran said “You should’ve done what Y/N told you”

“He kept on calling me names, saying things”

“And she told you to not pay attention to those things” Ferran nodded “And now, she’s hurt. You brought her here to have a good time, to take her worries away but instead you created new ones” Pablo sighed knowing his friends were right.

Without fighting, Pablo waved goodbye and left the house. He texted Pedri on his way home

-Where’s she?

Pedrito González: *Sent ubication* Pedrito González: But she doesn’t want to see you, hermano

Pablo sighed feeling his heart heavy

-Is she good?

Pedrito González: Y/N is fine, can’t say the same thing about her ankle. She has to have a cast for the next five days

Pablo wanted to break his ankle himself too. Much better, give himself some good punches for ruining what it was supposed to be you relaxing night.

“She’s gonna be so mad at me. Hell, I’m mad at me as well” Pablo said before blocking his phone and walking towards his house already thinking on ways to make you forgive him

Next day he came up to your house and you raised an eyebrow, not expecting him there but knowing he was going to make an appearance sooner or later

“How are you?”

“My ankle is in a cast, I can’t walk properly, I can’t shower properly, I have to rely on Pedri to do my shopping that I always do on Saturdays whilst I’m grateful for him offering to do it, I’m not exactly a fan of him knowing what kind of pads I use, I have to do this assignment and later on study for Monday’s exam, Samuel hasn’t stopped bothering me, that much I had to turn the airplane mode on, my wifi isn’t working as quick as I would love it to, I also didn’t wanted to see the owner of my ankles disgrace today but he’s here anyway and I have to take medication for the amount of pain this injury gives me. How do you think I am?”

Pablo stood there looking at you in silence; guilty was not a correct word to express how bad he was feeling

“Like you need more medication to work your pain away?”

“I wouldn’t even need medication if it wasn’t for yours and Samuel’s little show yesterday!” You exclaimed throwing a cushion in his way which he easily grabbed in his hold

“And I’m completely sorry because of that” Pablo said coming over to sit next to you “I’m truly, truly sorry for it. He was just being an asshole, calling me names, you know I hate when people calls me kid and-” You cut him off

“If you behave like that you are surely giving them a good reason to think you are a kid” You said “Which you aren’t by the way” You added quickly “Tienes que tener la cabeza fría, not pay attention to everyone’s words. You know you are an amazing football player and you’re also an amazing human being. We could just have ignored him and spend the rest of the night as we had done it until that moment”

“He wasn’t going to let you go”

“If he wasn’t, then we would have. We could’ve gone anywhere else, whenever we wanted to. But no!” You closed your laptop frustrated “Mister-I-get-worked-up-too-quickly couldn’t ignore a single sentence and leave with me, no! He had to act like a macho and demonstrate how he couldn’t handle his emotions, ignore my words and hurt his best friend without meaning to in the process” Pablo’s head was looking down at his lap in shame

“I’m sorry”

“I know you are” You said and he looked up at you “But you’re an idiot”

“I know I am” His reply made you smile lightly

“…My idiot”

“I am” This time he smiled “Forgive me, please?” You look at him

“With one condition” He nodded listening to you “If next time, I tell you to stop and you don’t stop, I’m breaking your legs for you to stop playing for a very, very, very long time and don’t even think about coming over to talk to me because I will act as if I don’t know you” He nods “And I have to be your passenger princess too for whole three months straight”

“Done” He smiled “But you can be my passenger princess any time you want to” You smiled

“Also you have to massage my ankle” He gave you a look “You did it, you treat me”

“Fine” He sighed “How about I even make your shopping instead of Pedri? I already know you prefer pads instead of tampons” You smile at him “With wings”

“That’s very important” You pointed out as he laughed nodding

“Then its done” You nod

“It’s done” He hugged you tightly as you leaned into him

“For how long do you need that?”

“Four days now” He hissed

“I’m really sorry”

“Yeah, I’m about to kick your crotch too and just tell you I’m sorry”

“Please, don’t. It has already suffered a lot from those fucking players” You laugh out and soon he joined you

And that’s how you come back to ‘normal’ with Pablo, four days pass on as he was checking in on you, like a personal nurse, he even had slept those four days in your house to, in his words “check on everything you need” but when Pablo came in with a bouncy step on his walk you knew he had something planned

“What do you want?” You asked him as soon as he appeared in your house from his training

“¿Qué? ¿Ya aquí no reciben a uno con un hola, buenas tardes, ¿Cómo estás? ¿Cómo te fue? ¿Nada??” You laughed

“Hola, buenas tardes. ¿Qué tal te fue en el training?” You asked watching a small smile appear on his face nodding

“That’s better” He said going over to kiss your cheek “Me he caído durante el entrenamiento, the guys have laughed their asses off” You smiled

“Damn. Why whenever I go to training nothing happens to you?”

“Because I try to impress you”

“Ush!” You roll your eyes “As if it would’ve worked… My eyes are always on Lewanpapi”

“Lewanwho?” You laughed out loud

“The things that man does to me… Without even trying”

“Y/N!”

“I’m joking” You giggle “Or am I?” Pablo gives you a look “I’m joking, I’m joking” Pablo smiled “I care about for Pepi, have you seen him?” You put your best shocked face as Pablo gives you another look once more “He came back hotter from that injury and I just-” You did a weird motion with your hands, face and shoulder “HE’S GORGEOUS!”

“To be honest, I don’t see Pedri as gorgeous, yes, he’s good looking but-”

“THAT’S ALL WE NEED TO HEAR!”

“Don’t yell!” He exclaimed “And don’t lie! We both know you care for me”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that” He pushes your face away lightly as you giggle “We know deep down, like really deep and really down inside me, I care about you” He hums with a smile on

“That’s all we need to hear” You laugh

“What were you going to say?”

“Pedri” You raised your eyebrows

“My man”

“Stop it” You giggled watching his furrowed eyebrows “He’s not your man” He never liked when you joked around with Pedri, much less he’ll like it now that he knows he’s in love with you

“Sadly, we just don’t see each other in that way”

“Y/N!”

“OKAY! Serious voice, serious face, serious persona” Gavi gave you a look fighting a smile

“He invited us to a party at his house”

“Yeah” You said slowly “Don’t count me in”

“Why not?” You pointed your non-casted ankle but still it was wrapped in some bandages

“I still can’t walk properly” Gavi rolled his eyes

“I will carry you”

“I’m on my period”

“You can spend the whole night sat if you like”

“I’m with a headache”

“Thank god, Pedri won’t put any kind of music on” You sighed

“Pabs” You shook your head “I don’t really want to go” Now, it was his turn to sigh

“I know last time wasn’t that good” You hum looking at your ankle “But you can’t be afraid of each party we get”

“I just don’t want Samuel to be there”

Samuel. Oh dear, Samuel.

You haven’t talked to him since that night, you were mad at him for him to say such things to your best friend, to treat you like that, how dare he? My girl, my treatment? What the fuck?

“Still haven’t mend things with him?” You shake your head

“And I don’t really know if we can mend things this time” You said looking at him “I mean I would love to, I love being with him, he takes care of me, he loves me, he understands me” You sigh looking down at your hands “I don’t really know what’s happening to him lately, but I am willing to give it a try”

“I think you have been the one who gives different tries to it” Pablo said as you avoided looking at him in the eyes. Pablo took a deep breath thinking if he wanted to know the answer to the question his mind had been running on lately “Y/N, do you love him?”

You looked at Pablo, sighing.

Truth was, with Samuel’s actions lately you’ve been more and more distanced of him, you stopped seeing him with other eyes, you stopped seeing him like you used to and honestly you could go on not talking to him for a whole three days, you don’t do that to somebody you love. That’s when it hit you.

You have never loved him and you weren’t even close to it. You made yourself believe you were able to love him when in fact; you just loved the attention he gave you and wrapped yourself into a bubble believing you could escape your true feelings.

Your feelings for Pablo.

When you opened your mouth to answer your apartment phone started ringing, you looked at the number and recognized it to be your mom’s. A huge wind of relief came to you knowing it wasn’t Samuel. You weren’t in the mood to also mute your local phone by throwing it against the wall.

“It’s my mom”

“Y/N, please, answer me”

“You need to go to the party”

“Y/N”

“Go” You said before sighing “Please” You begged a little “Just go, I wanna be alone” Pablo sighed knowing you weren’t going to answer the question

“We’ll talk later” He warned

“We will” You smiled lightly.

The hug and kiss on the forehead that Pablo gave you was one of the most pure and longest ones, you’ve shared in your whole life together.

“I love you, okay? You can always talk to me about anything” He whispered as you nod

“Love you too, Pabs” You said smiling “But you gotta go and get some chick tonight” You faked excitement

“I have told you several times I don’t need some chick when I have you!”

“Yes, yes, yes. Whatever you say, loverboy. You seriously need to get laid”

“I don’t need to get laid. I’m not desperate for it!” He said in disbelief “I have my hand too!”

“ Gross!”

“It’s completely normal!”

“Just shut up, go get some; mom’s calling me” You pushed him a little, smiling and watching a smile appear on his face too, you saw him take some steps towards the corridor when you picked up the phone “Hi mom”

Samuel, Samuel… Pablo wanted to kill him.

What are the odds of finding him in the party anyway?

…

“What the fuck is Samuel doing here?” Pablo whisper yelled at Pedri when he saw that blonde hair, he grow to hate so much these past few weeks

“I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him in days. I didn’t invited him”

“If you didn’t. How is it possible he’s here?”

“¡Qué no lo sé, tonto! Why would I invite him knowing Y/N is feeling bad because of him?”

“How do you-?”

“She’s also my best friend”

“I came first”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m also her best friend” Pablo’s eyebrows furrowed even more if it was possible

“She-”

“Stop being so jealous, fucks sake!” Pedri complained “Yes, she was your best friend first, joder!” Pablo nodded but still decided to ignore him

“You know what? Thank god, Y/N didn’t wanted to come here tonight. I wouldn’t know what to do if I told her he’s not coming and then” Pablo smashed his palms together “Boom! He’s here”

“Yes” Pedri nodded “Also adding to the fact she can’t walk” He rubbed the fact again at Pablo

“I told her I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt her” Pedri shakes his head

“It’s already done. You” He pushed a finger into Gavi’s chest “Don’t do anything crazy tonight, just relax and forget he’s here, okay? I don’t want to explain to Y/N why her best friend ended up with a black eye and her boyfriend with a busted lip”

“Why do I have to be the one with the black eye?”

“¡Es un decir tonto!” Pedri exclaimed “Either way that won’t look good for you at matches, interviews and anything, people will start whispering and creating stories and el Mister wouldn’t like that”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right” Pablo nodded “He’s not here. He’s not here. I’m not coming close to him, he’s not coming close to me. Each one in separate ways knowing deep down I wanna kill him”

“But you won’t”

“Pero no lo hare” Pablo repeated Pedri’s words. “Everything will be good. I promise, hermano” Pablo smiled at Pedri who nodded

Pablo spent his evening laughing with his friends, eating and drinking a cerveza but he wasn’t entirely happy knowing you weren’t there with him. He understood your reasons but still he missed you like crazy. That’s what he thought about the whole evening, you.

And, enhorabuena, he really did almost forget Samuel was there. He would have done it all the way if he hadn’t seen what he saw. He also didn’t mean to break his promise but his blood was boiling. The vase he was holding broke under his strong hold, his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened, his nose sharpened and his whole appearance changed.

Samuel, who was sat outside in the backyard had a girl on his lap, he was touching her thighs and leaving kisses on the girls neck. It got worse when he saw the girl giggle and her grabbing Samuel’s chin to kiss his lips

“¡CABRÓN!” Pablo yelled marching over to where he was, alerting Samuel of his presence, who quickly stood up, color leaving his face

“Hermano, look-” Pablo cut him off with a punch on his face

“How dare you do that to her?!” Pablo roared, serving him another punch “She loves you, estúpido! And here you are, wasting her love meanwhile others are dying for it! You never deserved her, man!”

“Others like you, right?” Samuel threw a punch at Pablo, the lads coming over to separate them but Pablo didn’t wanted to stop hitting him. He wanted to make him feel pain, he wanted to make him pay for all those things he did to you, for the stood ups, for the forgetting, the pains, the cries, the fights, everything.

And he did, he undid himself from one of his mate’s hold and punched him straight in the nose

“PARTY’S OVER!” Pedri yelled “Everyone out, now!”

As everyone left only being left Ansu, Alejandro, Diego, Ferran, Fer and Pedri

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Pedri yells once they are alone

“The motherfucker was cheating on Y/N! I couldn’t stand there and watch him kiss and touch another girl like he only should do with his girlfriend, who by the way, I may remind you is the girl I’m in love with, my best friend and whilst he’s wasting her love, I’m dying for it! I know I took a lot of time to realize that and I still can’t forgive me for that but I absolutely hate and despise cheaters, knowing my girl just got cheated on makes me sick. I couldn’t stand there, watch and not do anything”

“I get it, Pablo. I’m mad as well but still”

“Nothing, Pedri. Nothing! I don’t regret anything!” Pedri sighed shaking his head

“Let’s get you cleaned up”

“I wanna see Y/N, I wanna be with her, I want her to treat me, please”

…

When you open the door, you always expect seeing scout girls selling her cookies to you, some friend or a relative and maybe the delivery guy who was taking too long in come in with your food but those are the things you may expect and are normal to… What is not normal is watching your best friend with an ice pack on his cheekbone with a bloody lip.

“Joder, ¿Qué hiciste, cariño?” You asked as he lightly smiled at you

“Surprise?” You roll your eyes

"Come in, come in" You said opening the door for Pablo to step in "Won't you come inside, Pepi?" You asked watching how the Canarian shook his head with a light smile on

"He's all yours, Y/N" You rolled your eyes smiling at him "Text me how it goes" You nodded murmuring a little 'Will do'

You closed the door turning to face Pablo who was already waiting for you at the couch

You sighed slowly walking towards your bathroom where you had a first aid kit, you made a note to yourself to thank your mom for buying you one.

"Care to share how did this happened?" You asked lightly sitting in front of him grabbing his hand and taking off the ice pack

"You wouldn't like to know"

"Oh, but I'm asking you, aren't I?" He watched how you putted alcohol into a cotton wipe and pulled your hair away from your face, before turning your gaze to his

"Can I start by saying you were right?" Your eyebrows furrowed working on Pablo's lip

"What?"

"Thank god, you weren't there either. Samuel was there" You hum lightly "And he was with another girl"

"Come again?"

"¡Ay! That hurts!" You quickly push your hand away not realizing you left the cotton in his skin and rather harshly, you murmured a few sorry's over and over again. "Don't worry"

"He was with another girl then?" You asked as Pablo gulped nodding "What were they…?"

"She was all over his lap as he was touching her and kissing her" Pablo pushed his head away "I'm really sorry. I found out like half an hour ago"

"Can I guess?" He hums letting you continue "That's why you got in a fight?"

"Had to protect you somehow" You smiled a bit

"Thanks for that then"

"How are you feeling?" He asked looking at you

"Like anyone who's been told they were being cheated on" You shrugged your shoulders "Like... I kind of predicted it, all this time fighting for something so stupid... But still fighting, not entirely making up... and even though I'm not in love with him, it still hurts me, I can cry and at the same time I can throw a party and... I just don't know" You look at him “Mixed feelings”

"You don't love him?" You slowly shake your head

"I don't" You whispered moving to clean his cheekbone "But I hope he's happy" You say watching his doe eyes look at you with intensity.

"I feel sorry for him" Pablo said as you gave him a confused look

“You should be sorry for me, I got cheated on. Not him” Pablo shook his head

"He’s a bastard for cheating on you, you will never deserve that. You’re a queen and need to be treated as one”

“Not at those extremes but still” You shook your head "I'm not taking it to heart, Pabs. I, either way, would have ended it with him. You can stop that" You giggled lightly

"I'm not trying anything" Pablo shook his head lightly “I don’t think you’re getting my point, Y/N”

“I’m not honestly”

“I feel sorry for him because he let go such a beautiful and gorgeous woman not only on the outside but also in the inside. Any man who gets to be with you should consider himself as the luckiest man ever in the world. You just are so wonderful, so precious. You’re kind, lovely, incredibly smart, sassy, sarcastic, fucking positive, always seeing the good side of everything and everyone, selfless, understanding, you’re one of a kind. You love and care for those who you love with everything you have, you’d fight for them, you’d die for them. You need to be loved and cared with the same, if not more, intensity”

“I know you’re independent and that’s so fucking fine, it’s a really turn on” He chuckled in disbelief “But you need a man that can fulfill all of your needs, he was lacking everything and it hurt me like hell because…” He suddenly stopped his ranting

“Because what?” You whispered

“Because I was dying! Wishing to be the one to be by your side, I wished to be in Samuel’s spot, because I’m in love with you!” Pablo exclaimed standing up “I know I messed up back ago when you told me your feelings and I didn’t reciprocated them and it’s because I didn’t realized them at the moment but ever since you left that night my apartment I have been dying on the inside. I wanted to call you, hear your voice, see you, text you and I wanted you to reply, to call me, I wanted you to keep wanting me!” Pablo ran his hands through his hair biting his bottom lip as you could only sit there and follow his moves with your eyes

“I realized my feelings too late, during the WC, you didn’t come and you didn’t talked to me that time so I couldn’t say it back and then in the beginnings of this year, when I finally see you, you threw me off with Samuel being your boyfriend, I saw you be so happy, you were moving on and I was stuck with you” He started pacing around “¡Joder!” He cursed when he passed one of his hands in his injuries.

You gave him the cotton wipe and he grabbed it putting it against his eyebrow

“We were recovering our friendship, you were in a relationship and I couldn’t just sweep in and say: Hey! I realized I’m in love with you” He put on a different voice managing to get a small smile out of you “I couldn’t when you were so happy with him by your side, so I stayed quiet, I loved you in silence during all these past months, seeing him kiss you, touch you, love you were hell for me because I wanted to be the one to do that” He sighed “But seeing him tonight doing that to you whilst I wanted to be in his boyfriend position with you, I saw every color of the rainbow and wanted to throw them at his face” You laughed lightly “I just kept thinking I would never do that to you if you were my girlfriend, hell I wouldn’t even fight you! You say the sky is green? Yes, it is. That cats can drive? They can. That the milk comes first before the cereal? It does. I would care, love and cherish you until the day I die. Not like he did."

He looked at you and you looked at him “Please, say something” He begged

“I say you need another cotton wipe, the one you’re holding has too much blood in it already”

“This isn’t time to act like a nurse, mi niña” Pablo whispered but still decided to give you the cotton

“What do you want me to say, Pabs?” You sighed standing up to be face to face with him, he was still a bit taller than you but nothing too much to make a deal for it, you went to put the clean wipe on his cut but he softly pushed your hand away

“I love you” He said looking straight into your eyes “I’m in love with you”

You were left in silence just looking at him.

You couldn’t process what he was saying. It couldn’t be possible for him to be in love with you. He was just your best friend, even he had said that!

“Please, tell me you’re joking” You finally whispered as you watched his face fall

“I’m not”

“You have to be” You said shaking your head “You absolutely don’t mean that, you are drunk and even mad at what Samuel did and you’re trying to comfort me with that, nice but I won’t fall for it”

“I’m not drunk, I only took dos cervezas during the whole night” He exclaimed

“You’re lightweight then”

“I’M NOT!” Pablo yelled a bit “I do am in love with you. Yes, I’m also so freaking mad at Samuel but I’m not drunk, I know what I’m saying is truth, Y/N”

“I’ll stay single, it’s okay” You ignored his words

“I don’t want you to be single” Pablo whined lightly “I want you to be in a relationship with me!”

“But you don’t want that! You’re saying it just because! You don’t mean any of this!”

“Fucking hell, I’m the one who knows how I’m feeling! And what I’m feeling is love for you and to you!”

“Don’t lie!” You exclaimed

“I’M-!” He cut himself off, taking a deep breath before letting it out “I’m not lying, Y/N, joder! ¡Te quiero, te amo!”

This was too much for you. He can’t just come back after months and pour his love for you as if nothing. You just got cheated on, you realized earlier that same night you were still head over heels for your best friend, he came to your house all beaten up, you treating him up… You couldn’t. You needed to process this.

“I’m… No… I gotta go” You said turning around and walking quickly even if you shouldn’t do it, you needed to get out of there now.

You heard Pablo’s repeated calls of your name as you got out of your house, whimpering a little as the weight on your body fell on your ankle

“I’m not letting you go”

“Please, I need time to think about this. I promise I will talk to you”

“Just like you promised some time ago? You left me waiting five months, Y/N”

“I told you I needed time to myself, to think” You sighed “This won’t be like the last time”

“I feel it can be worse” You whined

“I swear I won’t disappear, I just need to process all of this. I just got cheated on, the guy I told I was in love with him is declaring his love for me right now after he said he could only see me as his best friend, I’m not walking, I’m stressing for Uni and I just need time to think a few hours” You looked up at him “Please, I swear I’ll talk to you. Just let me think”

“Come back to me, please” He whispered as you nodded entering your car. You smiled at him and pulled your window down

“Martín?” He nodded “Te quiero” He smiled

“Y yo a ti” He said as you started driving out of your porch. You grabbed your phone and dialed the one person who could help you with this

“¿Sí?”

“Are you at home?”

“Sí”

“Did you know Pablo’s in love with me?”

“For a very long time”

“Can I come over? I need somebody to talk to, Pepi”

“I’m waiting for you, bonita”

…

“So… Everything he said, it’s true” You murmured. It was halfway past midnight and you’ve been with Pedri for the past three hours

“You didn’t believed him” You took a deep breath

“I didn’t wanted him to just talk because of pity, because I got cheated on, I didn’t wanted him to create that world for to make me or make himself feel better for the fact I’m still in love with him”

“He has never told you this, but he cried when he learned the fact you weren’t going to go to the WC, he cried in his room when he didn’t saw you in the stands after he scored and he cried once more in Arabia Saudi at Supercopa when he saw you being there, whilst changing in the locker room, that day, was the happiest I’ve seen him after your failed confession night”

“Thanks for reminding me it was failed” You both shared a laugh

“He was a wreck at trainings, Xavi even gave him three days off but it seemed worse because all he could do was stare at the pics of the two of you. We already knew he loved you but it was a surprise for all of us when he finally admitted it and it seemed too late. These months he has been at the edge with Samuel, simply watching how you gave yourself to other man meanwhile he knew he had that chance in the past, when you started fighting with him it was worse; Pablo wanted to strangulate him” You giggled nodding

“He told me that several times”

“And tonight was his finish line. He was crying in rage, he felt offended for the fact someone could cheat on you, he didn’t cared the fact he could get a call from Xavi tomorrow, he was repeating I wouldn’t do that to her every once in a while in the car ride to yours. He really does love you, Y/N. It’s up to you if you wanna give him a chance or not”

“I want to” You sighed “It’s all I’ve ever wanted since I was fourteen” You admitted

“Then go and do it”

“I need to do something first though” You smiled at Pedri eating more popcorn

“Yeah? ¿Le darás Mariachis?” You fake laughed

“He wishes I would” You smile shaking your head “It’s something better”

“Bueno, se lo darás mañana. It’s too late for us to be awake”

“Yes, oldman”

“¡HEY!” You smiled

…

“Are you sure he’s in his house?” You ask getting into your car

“Yes, I just left him there” Your phone dinged with another message notification it was from Pablo checking in up on you “…Did you really broke up with Samuel whilst throwing his clothes dentro del charco de agua?”

“I did. I completely ruined his leather jacket” You swiped the notification away

“Eso hurts” You shrugged your shoulders

“He deserved it tho”

“Yes, he did” You could feel Pedri’s smile “Now, go and get your angry bird” You shook your head smiling

“Will do”

…

You have been to his house million times before, but this time could change everything. You even had a key to it but you didn’t dare to use it today. It was really cold in Barcelona; it was raining half an hour ago but you were sweating your ass off. You knocked the door three times, you were even shaking and you looked at the sides over and over

The door opened and you saw Pablo with his lip and cheekbone bruised, his hair wet, some basketball shorts and a simple grey t-shirt

“What are you doing here?” His question surprised you

“Came to talk to you” You stuttered “But… If you don’t want me to, I can leave and-”

“No!” Pablo shook his head “I mean… Don’t leave” He whispered opening the door for you to come in and you did “Want something to-”

“Did you really meant it?”

“Meant what?”

“Everything you said yesterday” You spoke

“I do. Every single little word” Pablo nodded “I really am in love with you and I want you, Y/N. And I’m deeply sorry for everything I put you through”

Instead of answering him, you grabbed him by the face and smashing your lips against his, Pablo quickly kissed you back grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him

“I love you too” You whispered once you pulled away from him “I want you too and I’m in love with you, Pablito” You looked at him in the eye “I’m sorry I-” This time he cut you off and kissed you and only separated from you when you without meaning to, graced your injury with your teeth

“Joder”

“Sorry” You apologized once more

“It’s okay, kiss me again” You smiled pulling away from him as he chased you “Mi niña” He whined as you giggled

“We need to talk a bit” He hummed leaning to kiss you as you fully separated from him “I’m serious”

“Okay, okay. Got it. Serious voice, serious face, serious persona” You smiled seeing him repeat your words

“You’re an idiot. If you had realized your feelings sooner we could’ve been into this thing months ago, maybe even years”

“Don’t remind me that, please. I can keep imagining it” You smiled softly “You as my very, very-long-term-girlfriend, it sounds amazing, like art. Me as your very, very-long-term-boyfriend, it’s perfect” You nodded agreeing

“I want to thank you for telling me the Samuel thing; I just broke up with him like an hour and something ago… I don’t want you to think I didn’t trusted your feelings for me, well… Kind of. I just didn’t wanted to believe you were making that world and those feelings just to satisfy the fact you didn’t reciprocated my feelings back then but I had the help of someone and I have been deeply thinking of it and I don’t wanna stay single” He smiled “I wanna be in a friendship and a relationship with you too, you’ll always be my best friend, my partner in crime and my everything, Pablo”

“You really don’t know how happy those words make me feel right now” You laughed feeling his arms wrap around you, he leaned down to kiss you when he groaned

“I won’t kiss you again if it’s hurting you too much”

“A simple cut won’t make me stop kissing you, tía. I gotta make up for the lost time” He smiled “This feels nice”

“The what?”

“Having you in my arms, as my girlfriend and best friend. I can’t believe I took so long in realizing I am in love with you” You smiled

“Good news is that you finally did” You kissed his nose “How’s your cheek?”

“I’ve definitely looked prettier than this” You smiled

“You still manage to look pretty, Pabs” He leaned down to kiss you “But we need to disinfect it once more just in case and put on some ice. Doesn’t look that nice” You push your lips out lightly when you feel Pablo peck your lips again “Is it going to date you be like this?” He nods

“Better get used to it” You smile

“I think I can do that”

At the end, you and Pablo always got each other’s back and stayed by each other’s sides ‘cus it has always been you and him, him and you. Since Always and ‘Till Forever.

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @ariagonzalezsstuff @gaviswh0re @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

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archiveikemen · 6 months

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『 Dark If 』 Story Event: Prologue

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

London, the capital of England, prospered and thrived under the reign of Her Majesty Queen Victoria.

I was an ordinary person working as a postwoman in this city.

And I was having a little difficulty saving enough money to buy tickets to a play I wanted to watch.

(Nice, I’m done with all my deliveries for the day.)

(If I could do a little more work, I’d be able to afford tickets for that play…)

…

Kate: I’m back.

Chief: Kate! Perfect timing… wait no, the streets can be dangerous at night…

Kate: What’s the matter?

Co-Worker: You see, we’re a little short staffed at the moment, so there's no one to do the night deliveries.

(That’s IT!)

Kate: Please let me handle them.

…

Taking the additional deliveries with me, I walked through a district of townhouses lit by gas lamps along the street.

(The last letter is for the shop manager of a bookstore.)

(“Kingsley Books”... oh, here it is!)

…

Kate: Excuse me, I’m from the post office. Is the manager in…?

(There’s no one here. Looks like I’ll just have to come back again tomorrow— hm? What’s this?)

I bent down and picked up a book that was laying at my feet.

As if drawn to it by some mysterious force, I opened the book that had no title on it.

Kate: …!

A gust of wind swirled around me, and I was blinded by a bright beam of light that enveloped me—

Long-Haired Man: Welcome to the twisted fairytale world…

Long-Haired Man: We have a guest~ yay~

When my vision cleared up, I saw a beautiful man with long hair standing in wait for me.

Kate: W-Where is this… I… I was in a bookstore just a moment ago, and then…

I didn't know where I was, nor did I know the person standing before me.

All I knew was that it wasn't the bookstore, and that I still had work to do.

Kate: Um, I’m in the midst of making a delivery, so I’d like to return to Kingsley Books.

Long-Haired Man: That'll be very difficult, I’m afraid.

Kate: Huh?

Long-Haired Man: Truth is, I don't know how to send you back to where you came from.

Amidst my confusion, the man who introduced himself as Victor calmly explained the situation with a reassuring smile.

The place I was currently in was— somewhere in between the fairytale world and the world I lived in.

Kate: … The fairytale world.

Victor: Do you remember being brought here by a book without a title?

Kate: I do. Does this mean that I’m now inside the world in that book?

Victor: Correct. Very quick and clever of you.

(My level of adaptability as a result of making mail deliveries is useful in this kind of situation.)

Kate: But, Victor… you mentioned a ‘twisted fairytale world’ earlier.

Victor: Alice in Wonderland, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty.

Victor: Most fairytales follow a more or less similar kind of plotline that generally leads to a happy ending.

Victor: However, in this world, the stories deviate from their “original” plots, resulting in chaos. Their endings are far from happy.

Kate: … Why is this so?

Victor: That’s because… there’s something missing from each fairytale.

Kate: … Something missing? And what may that be?

Victor: I don't know what that is myself.

Victor: I believe that is your purpose here; you were brought into this world to look for that missing piece.

(In other words…)

Kate: If I find the missing piece, it will fix the twist in this fairytale world and give the stories a happy ending.

Kate: Then my job here will be done and—

Victor: You’ll be able to return to your world, perhaps.

(That seems to be the only way now. I don't have any other options.)

(I’ll find what’s missing, fix the twist in the plotline, and guide the stories to a happy ending.)

And then I’ll return to my world and continue making deliveries.

Once I made my decision, I heard a bell in the distance.

Victor: Oh, looks like it’s about time to wake up.

Victor: May you have a happy ending, Miss Kate.

Victor: — Into the twisted fairytale world you go.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #ikevil story event

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crookedfandomquill · 10 months

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I am about to lose my mind with y'all, for real. To recap, we got: tons of new backstory content on Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship; tons of cute new content including them dancing together a la Jane Austen; two other queer relationships meant to parallel and contrast their own; a FUCKING KISS; confirmation from Neil that he has an entire third season planned out and, regardless of whether it gets made in a TV format, will definitely give it to us in some form or fashion... and there are still fans jumping online and acting the fool.

Look. I totally understand if relationship angst isn't your thing. I'm not always in the mood for it, and it has to make sense for the story and the characters. However, feeling a lot of feelings about how the season ended, or wishing it had gone differently as a personal preference, is not the same as getting on this platform and saying, with your whole chest, that it was HOMOPHOBIC for Aziraphale and Crowley to hit a major relationship snag. Was it goddamn sad? Absolutely. Did it hurt my soul? 100%. But there are people claiming that it's part of some new "queer people have to suffer" trend (an emotional bury-your-gays, if you will), and that Neil (noted storytelling genius and LBGTQ ally) wrote this ending as an elaborate form of queerbaiting.

My girls. My gays. My theys. My sweet, silly geese. This is preposterous. First of all, this is not how the story ends. It is a clear and masterful setup for a third season (or whatever form it takes, hopefully TV but we shall see). It's pretty typical for the second act of a story to end in some kind of tragedy or twist that needs to be resolved in the third act, and it's typical because it works great for narrative flow and character development.

Second of all, and I'm begging you to listen to me: it is not homophobic to have your queer couple experience relationship problems. It is not homophobic for there to be pain and difficulty before they get a happily ever after. It is not homophobic to let your queer characters deal with commitment issues, unresolved trauma, or other baggage that temporarily prevents them from being together. This is literally a staple of the romance story, regardless of the sexualities involved, and is something that almost anyone who's been in sexual or romantic relationships has experienced in real life to some degree.

Now, if there were truly a phenomenon in fiction where every single queer couple had to go through astronomical levels of difficulty to get a happy ending, proportional to fictional straight couples, and the sweet, uncomplicated stuff just wasn't there to indulge in, I'd concede a little. But that's just... not true. If you think it is, you may not be reading or watching broadly enough. Queer folk deserve to see queer characters overcome relationship conflict just as much as they deserve to have sweeter, escapist options.

If you're mad about Good Omens 2 because you prefer drama-free escapism in you queer relationships, or were expecting that and felt let down, that's fine, you have a right to your feelings. And it's always hard when you've waited for a story for four years and built it up in your head (which is why I generally try not to do that, but you do you). But, you do not have to justify your feelings by accusing the story of queerbaiting or homophobia. In fact, I beg you not to. Just say that it hurt and you wish it had been happier; it's okay for you to feel that way, and people shouldn't put you down for it.

But propping up your emotions by accusing a piece of media of implicitly contributing to a system of oppression that it actively works to undermine is just not where it's at, folks. There is media that genuinely does that, but this isn't it. Again, have all the emotions about the ending that you want, but stop crying wolf. It's getting old.

#good omens season 2 #good omens #good omens spoilers #discourse #feel free to yell at me in the comments but I probably won't respond #I've got a lot going on this weekend

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dudeitiskarev · 2 years

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SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC — FULL FIC (18+)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Summary: Eddie made it out the upside down with a few cool scars and he’s been hiding since. In the middle of one of his many daily break downs, he goes out for a walk and halfway through, he comes across someone who’s been hiding, too: You.

Tags/content/warnings: canon-typical violence; t Eddie’s POV; Season 4 spoilers; Eddie lives! touch starved and needy Eddie; murder; Eddie’s mom (mentioned); dreams and nightmares; smut: oral sex (fem receiving), coming untouched, P in V protected sex, shower sex, virgin Eddie. Happy ending. Not beta read.

Word count: 11.6k.

Author’s note: for those who like long reads, here’s the full story. It's originally split into four parts because I think it reads best in four different acts, but maybe that’s just me and my short attention span 😊 If you’re like me, you can read the four different parts here or on AO3. Anyways, I’d love to know what you think! happy reading mwahh

These days at the old cabin have been suffocating.

The empty beer bottles scattered on the floor stopped being good company a long time ago, and his self-grown marijuana wasn’t enough comfort for him anymore.

Edward Munson was a dead criminal. Except that he wasn’t, and it was all getting dangerously lonely and too damn hot.

“Shit.” Eddie wiped the mist of sweat above his lip and rolled up his sleeves.

The summer heat was consuming his patience and the clothes stuck to his skin have always put him in a cranky mood — yet he refused to take off some layers. No matter how many degrees there were, his shirt and thick ripped jeans stayed.

Unless it was to go swimming in the lake, which may have happened… three times in his life? And that was all he’s been thinking about.

It wouldn’t hurt going out for a few minutes for a quick swim, right?

He peeked out the open window, searching for the lake, and got blinded by the sun in the process.

“God fucking dammit!” He harshly rubbed his eyes as he squatted against the wall.

It was a daily thing being so close to losing his mind, and he always managed to gather himself in one way or another – most being getting high with a joint.

Today, though, he really needed to breathe more than just the musty air of the cabin; let the wind brush against his face, and talk to any living being that wasn’t his damn self or to a walkie that barely caught radio frequency.

Dustin.

Eddie army crawled with his tongue sticking out and reached for the walkie.

“Hey, Dustin. This is Eddie.” Whether Dustin was on the other line or not, he always talked to him. “I think I’m going out into the world, man. I’m going a little bit insane here.”

And as expected, there was no answer.

No one to talk him out of it.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Eddie stood up and threw his head back in deep thought.

It’d been three weeks since he made it out the upside down. The bat bites were still healing and he kind of liked how they looked next to his tattoos, but he still had nightmares about the whole thing. He was alive after all, and he was grateful.

Most of the time.

On days like these, not so much. Not when he got haunted by the intrusive thought of this being worse than an actual prison.

He paced in front of the door a few times, biting his nails and snapping the other hand in and out from the knob.

No.

Yes.

No!

Yes!

“Fuck it.” He twisted the doorknob and the fresh air bathed his skin as soon as he opened it. His eyes closed on their own as he took the deepest breath and stood there on the threshold for a moment. “God, this is nice.”

The whispers of the soft breeze called his name and drew him out of the cabin. He gently put one foot in front of the other, just like a newborn deer learning how to walk would, and soon, there was nothing but trees surrounding him.

It felt weird. The farthest he’d gotten from the cabin was when he went to pick some raspberries from the bush that lived just a few feet next to him. Even doing that felt like he was risking being caught, so this had his heart banging hard against his chest.

“You’re gonna be just fine,” he said to himself between clenched teeth.

He kept on crushing leaves with his sneakers with all his five senses activated. Maybe a sixth one, too.

He was being watched from somewhere.

His neck almost snapped from how fast he looked in every direction. There was a bright-eyed bird above him with a thin branch on his beak, paying special attention to him.

“Fucking bird.” Eddie gave the bird a death stare and then kept on walking.

More branches cracked and snapped. Close, closer and closer.

Crack.

Probably another animal. Yeah, it was definitely that.

Snap.

Maybe it was a taller creature this time.

“Hey.” A sweet voice came from behind him.

This was a bad idea.

His heart dropped to his stomach. He closed his eyes as a prayer and slowly turned around, accepting his fate of being caught at last.

Although, nothing about you told him it was his last day as a free man.

“Hey.” His voice came out almost as a relieved sigh.

“I think I killed someone.” You stared at your blood-stained hands, then looked up at him with a confused frown and glassy eyes. “I– I’m pretty sure I killed someone?”

Bad, oh-so-stupid idea.

There was blood splashed on your shirt, neck, and face, too. It seemed dry, and even though you were a complete stranger, you looked like you’d been awake for days.

“You okay?” He took a couple of steps closer to you. He wasn’t scared. If anything, being this close to another human being after all this time made him feel more alive than ever.

Plus, you didn’t look like someone capable of even killing a fly.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you huffed out a small laugh. “I think I’m-” Your words faded as your eyes rolled back and your body thudded to the floor.

“Not okay,” Eddie muttered.

He rushed next to you and looked around before looking back at you.

The blood was definitely not yours, so there was someone else out there besides you two and the fucking bird. Which wasn’t good. At all. His heart was pounding in his ears and the panic started to crawl his skin.

And under panic, he always functioned with a single brain cell.

He placed two fingers under your jaw to check for a pulse. The faintest beat brushed his fingertips, and the next thing he knew, you were lying on his couch.

He’d carried you all the way there.

“Oh, this is so stupid.” He rubbed the back of his neck and stared at you in regret. “So, so stupid.”

There was no way this was happening. He was just supposed to go out for some air but of course, he couldn’t have that without a bit of a twist.

“Eddie, do you copy?” The voice of his favorite kid lit up his day.

“Dustin!” he said between a laugh on his way to pick up the walkie. “Hey, hi, hello!”

“Holy shit, Eddie, you scared the shit out of us.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie sighed in annoyance. “Um, I’ve talked to you nonstop for the past week, and you copy just when I go out to breathe some air.”

“You what?!” Dustin almost blew up Eddie’s ear.

“It’s not a big deal, man. I was out for maybe ten minutes. And managed to foster someone.” He glanced at you. “Somehow…”

“You think? What do you mean you think.” Steve spoke this time. Eddie could perfectly picture him standing with both hands on his hips.

“Like a puppy?” Robin chimed in.

“Yeah… a very cute puppy.” Eddie lowered his voice. Your chest was rising and falling unconscious – most likely – but he still kept a soft voice just in case and continued, “so I’m gonna need a food delivery sooner than we expected. And the double.”

“Well, have you named her yet?” A feminine voice he hadn’t heard in a while asked.

“Mayfield? Was that Max?!” He smiled.

“Yeah. It’s me,” she confirmed.

The last thing he heard about her was that she was still in the hospital.

“It’s good to hear you, kid.” Eddie paused for a second to cherish the moment. It was healing to know that everyone was okay after everything that happened. “And she doesn’t have a name,” he kept going. “Don’t want to get attached. I’m just keeping her here safe just for now while she gathers more strength and is ready to leave.”

The latter was the truest of all. You seemed weak, and if you gave him the chance to help you with whatever you were struggling with, he would.

“Okay. We just wanted to check on you.” Dustin took the walkie back. “And don’t go out again, you hear me. It’s dangerous out there.”

“‘Kay,” Eddie said with a grin.

“Be safe. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye.” He lowered the antenna and glanced at you again.

Who the hell were you? Had you actually killed someone as you said you did? And what were you doing in the woods, anyway?

He had so many questions and he was… excited to have a guest over. Against your will, but a guest nonetheless.

He made it next to you with light steps, hesitating whether to wake you up or not.

“Hey,” he whispered and all you did was make a little noise and shift to your side, curling up on the couch as if it were the most comfortable bed.

Very cute puppy, indeed.

“Psst,” he tried again.

Nothing.

He pretended to cough, paced around, made sudden noises, and cleared his throat loudly. One after the other in the attempt to wake you up, but the only response he got from you was soft snores.

“Okay.” He sighed defeated. “I’ll let you rest, then.”

Every time he shut his eyes, red flickering shadows chased him.

It was always the same recurring dream that took him back to that night. He’d get paralyzed by it and struggle to wake up as if he was being pinned by his wrists, ankles, and neck to the couch.

Most nights, he refused to fall asleep to dodge the nightmare and would wait until the first-morning bursts of sunshine hit the cabin to finally let himself rest.

Eddie had become afraid of the dark at the age of 20, and the sleep deprivation it led him to was no joke.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep.” He slapped his own face.

You were still curled up on the couch, and he’d been fighting the urge to fall asleep since he sat by your feet to guard you in case you woke up. And despite the heat, his consciousness began to fade with each slow blink.

His jaw unclenched, his frown softened, his muscles relaxed, and after three blinks, he was nothing but a free cloud floating in a clear blue sky.

He’d fallen asleep, and there were no red shadows chasing after him.

It’d been so long since he last slept this good with no drugs in his bloodstream and it felt so damn good he could cry. The last time was when he was still a kid; when his head was resting over his mom’s chest and the last thing he heard was her sweet singing voice instead of her heart-wrenching crying caused by his father.

He missed her, and part of him wished he’d actually died that night so he could hear her voice again…

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money, but, boy, if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live

The couch under him started to feel like a couch and his body lightly shivered to the familiar melody coming from… somewhere.

If I was a sculptor, heh, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show

I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song, and this one's for you

His eyes fluttered open. It wasn’t as dark as most nights, the music came from the rusty radio he hadn't been able to fix, and the weight of your feet over his thighs had disappeared. His eyes adjusted to the dark the more he searched for you, but you were nowhere in sight.

Shit.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

He stood up and followed the music with lazy steps while still half-asleep.

The cabin was the size of a box of matches, so it didn’t take him long to find you. There you were by the kitchenette, standing on your tip-toes and reaching for a candle stick with the very tip of your fingers while humming the ever-so-familiar song.

Everything about it felt like he was in a dream, and couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He just approached you and did you the favor, reaching for the candlestick and placing it over the counter.

You jumped and let out a barely audible gasp. “Oh, thanks.”

The kitchen was already lit up with a few candles, and it somehow felt like home.

Or was it you?

“I didn’t know there were candles,” he managed to say after a moment.

You cracked your fingers and took a step back, avoiding eye contact. “Sorry I rifled through your things.”

He didn’t mind at all.

“You fixed the radio, too.” Eddie gestured at you with a soft grin and only then he noticed the devil on your shirt. You'd changed your blood-stained shirt to one of his many hellfire club shirts.

“Yeah,” you breathed out a small laugh, glancing at the radio. It was already playing another song by Elton John — mom’s favorite. “I had some time I guess.” You shrugged.

You took your attention off him, used a tiny flame of a candle to light up another, and let some wax drip to the base, placing it on the stick.

“How long was I asleep?” He followed every movement you made.

“Fourteen hours. Since I woke up, so, probably more.”

“Fou— what?!”

You flinched at his sudden high-pitched tone. “Mhm.”

It couldn’t be.

He glanced at his watch — a dear gift from Dustin. It was 2:47 AM. From what day, though?

“Are you sure they were fourteen hours, and not—” Eddie held one hand up. “—Minutes?”

You nodded again.

“Shit.” He looked around in disbelief. “Well.” What kind of host would he be if he didn’t ask, “have you eaten?”

You pressed your lips together while nodding, but your stomach rumbled — loud enough for him to hear — telling him the complete opposite.

“That was a big no.” He raised his brows and crouched down beside you to open a lower cabinet. “I don’t have much but, there are peanuts, um, some old banana chips, some… whatever the fuck this is.” He put the bags on display over the counter for you and stood back up.

“I already ate one of those.” You pointed at the peanuts.

“Oh.” Eddie stayed quiet for a second. “I bet you didn’t go through this one.” He walked to the other side of the kitchenette and stuck his tongue out as he stretched up to open the vent just below the ceiling.

That was his secret cabinet with his last meal: Pizza flavored chips and a can of 7 Up.

“Why do you hide it if you live here alone?” You gave him a confused lopsided smile.

“Um, to stop myself from eating it, basically.” He grinned and walked up to you with one snack in each hand.

“But you still know where it’s been this whole time.”

“Yeah but if I don’t see it, I forget it exists.”

He handed you the chips and opened the can of soda. That refreshing pssst made his mouth water. He brought it up to his lips and let out a satisfied ahh after the first sip, and naturally, he burped.

“Excuse my manners,” he said with a tight voice then burped again.

You smiled at him and barely put a chip on your mouth. “Thanks. For sharing your super secret snacks with me.”

It just felt right to share it, so he didn’t say anything and just handed you the soda.

“Is this place yours?” You leaned on the kitchenette.

“Kind of.” He mirrored you. “Been living here for the past month or so?”

“Doesn’t seem like anyone has lived here for a while.”

“I’m trying to keep it that way.”

“Why?”

He stayed quiet for a moment. He hadn’t forgotten how you basically introduced yourself as a murderer, so he probably shouldn’t give away too much information about himself.

“Uh, no particular reason.”

You just pursed your lips and let the topic go.

“This is such a cool shirt, by the way.” You stretched it out by the hem. “I’ve never heard of this band.”

“It’s not a band.” His serious tone matched his sudden frown. You’d stained his shirt with chip powder.

You lifted your eyes from the shirt and trained your eyes on a candle flame. Your mind had gone somewhere.

“You okay?” He asked.

You barely even blinked as you answered, “I’ve been trying to remember why you look so familiar.”

“Well, I am in a band so you’re probably–”

“You’ve been on the news.” You looked up at him and gulped.

Shit. Of course, he has.

“I… have?” Eddie anxiously ate a handful of chips.

“They've been saying ugly things about you.”

Shit shit shit.

“Wha- what have they said?” He hardly chewed.

“That you’ve been killing people? And that you’re dead. So they’r— wait. Is that… is that why you brought me here?” You kind of laughed.

It was a nervous laugh.

“What?! No, no, no!” He held his palms in the air in self-defense. “The news lies all the time, you should know this.”

You didn’t seem so convinced.

“I-” Eddie huffed out an annoyed sigh. “If I was a killer I would've killed you already, don’t you think?”

You sipped on the soda. “I guess.”

“They’re lying.” He let his guard down again. “I promise. I may be a freak but I’m no killer.”

“Is that why you’ve been hiding here?” You looked around.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you have a family? Friends?”

“I do.”

“Do they know you’re alive?”

“Most of them.”

His uncle Wayne was the only family he had left, and the only one of his people that couldn’t know. It still hurt knowing Wayne thought he’d died so tragically.

“Don’t you miss them?”

“I do.” Eddie sighed. “But there’s not much I can do. I’m still a murderer in Hawkins's eyes.” He paced in front of you with his arms folded over his chest.

“Does it ever get… lonely?” Your eyes turned gloomy all of a sudden.

“You have no idea.” He chuckled. The fact that he willingly brought in a stray told him how lonely he truly was. “Anyways.” Eddie dusted off his fingers on his shirt. “You should keep sleeping. You still seem tired.”

“What about you?” You tilted your head.

“I, uh, I don’t sleep much.”

“Yeah, right.” You raised your brows.

Eddie smirked. “I still don’t believe I slept fourteen hours.”

“Why would I lie?”

“I dunno. What if you’re actually the killer you said you were?” He challenged you in a teasing tone. There was no way you killed anybody. “Maybe you want to kill me.”

“Not gonna lie—” you smiled “—this shirt would look really good with your blood.”

Since you… moved in, you’ve been sleeping in the open. Eddie shared his couch for the first night — he’d offered to sleep sitting down so you took most of it — but the neck pain both of you woke up with, made the decision.

You made a hammock out of two blankets Eddie so kindly gave you and hung it between two trees, making the woods your bedroom.

It was fun. Until the leaves started changing colors and loosened from the trees with the faintest of breezes.

“There is no way you’re sleeping out there anymore.” Eddie looked out the window.

You coughed a bit and said a congested, “It’s fine,” while blowing your nose. “I like sleeping in the open.” You approached him and looked out the window too. “I like falling asleep while counting the stars.”

“There won’t be any stars tonight.” The sky was getting covered by a big wave of gray clouds. “The fall is just around the corner. I’m pretty sure there’s a storm coming.”

“Okay, weatherman.” You nudged his arm. “Gonna go for my daily walk anyways.” You put your jacket on and shouted, “Say hi to Steve for me if they call!” before slamming the door shut.

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie clenched his jaw.

By they, you meant all of his friends. Eddie couldn’t hide you from them for long and you met them eventually. You’d met Steve and Dustin first when they brought Eddie his monthly food delivery, and though Eddie hadn’t mentioned it to you, he could tell you had an instant connection with Steve. Dustin too, but who didn’t?

“How old is Steve?” Was the first thing you’d asked as soon as they left.

Your tone made his blood boil, for some reason, so all he answered was, “No idea.”

The truth was that he didn’t want to share you with someone who had no idea what being a fugitive of justice was. You were his friend, and basically knew every silly habit you had by now.

Like how long your walks were.

It was normal for him to do nothing but wait for you to get home. If he was sitting down, his leg would bounce on its own. If he paced around the house — like he usually did — he’d bite his nails every so often until you made it back.

But this time, when the sun started to go down and the first drops of rain hit the roof and you still hadn’t made it back, his chest tightened.

“C’mon, what’s taking you so long.” He stared at the door.

The hands of the clock seemed to have lost control and forty minutes went by at the speed of four seconds.

What if something happened to you?

“Nope. I’m not going out.” Eddie kept pacing around, fighting his thoughts. “Never, ever again.”

Still, he found himself out in the cold night with the heavy rain cascading over his face.

“Shit.” He brushed the front pieces of his hair back.

He didn’t know it could rain this much at this time of the year – or maybe it was just the universe telling him to go back while he still could. But you were still out there, and the least he could do for you — for basically coming into his life at the perfect time — was to be loyal and get you back home safely.

A flash of lightning blinded him for half a second and the thunder it followed roared loud. He flinched a bit and looked around watching his back, as he was already so used to.

Another lightning flashed long enough to let him get a glimpse of you hurrying fast towards him in the distance.

What the hell?

You couldn’t stop your steps on time and bumped into him with all your strength. “They’ve been watching us!” You placed your hands over his chest and looked behind.

“Who?” He turned your face to him by cupping it tightly and scanned your features. But you didn’t speak. Your eyes were glassy, your brows were pinched together and your chin was shaking – either from the cold or the terror. “Hey, hey. Who are they?”

“The— the police!” you finally said. “We have to run, Eddie, I don’t want them to find us.” You shook your head over and over. “I don’t want them to tear us apart I–”

Strange voices came closer, making you both look in every direction.

“That’s them.” You clutched his arm. Tight.

It was hard to tell where they were coming from, but Eddie had to protect you no matter what. And he knew just the right spot to disappear.

“Come on.” He grabbed your hand.

You didn’t question him and followed his lead while never letting go of his hand.

Eddie’s sense of direction has always been good, so it didn’t take him long to find his hollow tree. “Get in there,” he ordered in a loud whisper.

“What?” you shuddered. “No! What about you?”

“We’ll have to squeeze in.” There was no other choice and you weren’t reacting. “Come on! We don’t have much time.”

“You go first.”

“It’s not exactly the time to argue right now.”

“I’m not arguing! You’re bigger. It’s better if I squeeze in.”

Eddie thought about it for half a second and said, “You’re right.”

The tree could fit him in perfectly. He’d hidden there before, so this time he pressed himself against the walls the best he could so there would be enough room for you, too.

“Come on, now.” He gestured for you to get in.

You put one foot in first — too slow for him. He pulled you in by your wrist and placed his other hand on your lower back, pulling you even closer. You were chest to chest, nose to nose.

“This is awkward.” Your agitated breath fanned his lips. There was a faint smile taking over your pretty lips.

“You’re making it awkward.” He matched your tone and dragged his palm to your upper back.

You’ve never been this close to each other before and it… confused him in a way that brought an odd tingle everywhere.

You stared down at his lips, licked your own, and opened your mouth as if you were going to say something, but the voices had gotten closer. You gasped with panic, and Eddie placed his palm over your mouth before a sob could even dare to come out of your mouth. He stared into your eyes and made a silence gesture with his finger.

“shh.” He raised his brows at you. As a threat, almost.

His heart was racing. From the danger being a few steps away, but mostly because of your nearness.

“There’s a cabin not far,” a man said. They were somewhere near the tree, a thing that brought you even closer to Eddie’s chest searching for shelter. “They have to be there.”

“How the hell do the two most wanted people of Hawkins get together.” Another manly voice joined.

“They probably knew each other already.”

It was just two different voices that kept bouncing stupid ideas about you two. They began to fade in the distance, and when there were only crickets singing, Eddie uncovered your mouth.

“We gotta run,” he murmured. “Or else, they’ll hunt us.”

Tears started to prick at your eyes while you nodded, and all Eddie could think was how pretty you looked when you cried.

Eddie had been behind the wheel for what seemed to have been hours and he had no intention of stopping. The farthest, the better chance of surviving, he kept telling himself.

The car was stolen, of course, and thankfully had enough gas to leave the cops behind.

He glanced at you on the passenger seat and half-smiled. You were curled up facing him, sleeping with a soft frown and slightly pursed lips.

“Stop staring,” you muttered with your eyes still closed.

Not sleeping.

“We’re running out of, um, gas.” He played it cool and focused back on the road. “We’ll have to dump the car somewhere and walk the rest.”

“The rest?” You adjusted on your seat and lazily fluttered your eyes open, coughing a few times before adding, “where’s that?”

You’d gotten sicker; his main reason to find a shelter.

“I have no idea.” He just hoped it was close.

Eddie had been looking for an abandoned house of some sort since he started the car, but every single one of them had at least their porch light on.

Which meant people.

You cracked your fingers — something you did when you were feeling uneasy — and let out a shaky sigh. Eddie would’ve normally asked, but this time he placed his hand over your thigh in an attempt to calm you down; to tell you everything was going to be alright, as long as you stayed together.

Your body stiffened at his touch which made him want to snap it away, but you placed your hand over his and tightened your grip.

No other word was spoken — not even when you two dumped the car and wandered in no direction. You’d agreed to stay quiet with just a glance and kept walking, bumping shoulders to make sure the other was still there.

You knew each other’s instincts by heart at this point, and with the help of the moon that lit up your path, you two eventually came across a house.

Another shared glance and an in-sync nod.

This house was the one. It seemed to be just as lonely as the old cabin.

You reached the front door like walking on eggshells, terrified of what might be on the other side.

“You think we can make this our new home?” You asked in a whisper as he picked the lock with his pocket knife.

He’d missed your voice.

“Uh-huh.” Eddie nodded. “Until the owners decide to come here on vacation.”

The door opened smoothly — he’s had enough practice — and gestured for you to go in first. “My lady.”

“Such a gentleman,” you played along.

Eddie took one last look outside making sure the coast was clear and closed the door. “We’ll have to keep the lights off.” He opened the blinds and let the moonlight in.

“That’s enough for me.” You smiled.

You explored the house in your separate ways to optimize the time. There still was the possibility of the house not being actually empty, so Eddie handed you his knife just in case.

Every room he entered — which were too many — had a different personality. The last one looked a lot like his own back in his trailer — but richer. There even was an electric guitar hanging on the wall. He was drawn to it and swept his fingers over the strings. The nostalgia hit him hard. He missed his guitar and being creative, and it’d been too long since he last played.

He picked it up like it was his own and sat on the edge of the bed. Eddie always carried a guitar pick in his back pocket and reached for it without a doubt. Random cords took over his fingertips and all he could think about the more the melody took shape, was you.

“What song is that?” Your voice came soft.

Eddie stopped all the way and lifted his head, finding you standing by the door with bright eyes.

His stomach fluttered.

“Uh,” Eddie chuckled. “Doesn’t have a name.”

Just like you.

“I want to hear more.” You approached him and sat next to him.

“Oh, it sounds like shit.” He mocked himself. “I haven’t played in a while.”

“The house is empty. You can sound as shitty as you want.” You nudged his arm

“Maybe another time.” He stood up and put the guitar where it belonged. “Don’t want to embarrass myself just yet.”

Your mouth twisted in a pout. “Promise?”

“I promise.” Eddie sat back next to you, closer.

“Now what?”

“I dunno.”

“I’m scared to even breathe.” You looked at him.

There were your glassy eyes again and he couldn’t hold the urge to bring you into a hug.

“Let’s get through this night.” He held you tight, tight, tight, cradling the back of your head with one hand and kissing your temple. “Let’s find some dry clothes, make you some tea with honey for your disgusting cough, and we’ll worry about tomorrow when it comes ‘kay?”

You nodded, sobbing into his neck ever so slightly.

He didn’t want to break the hug until you decided it was time. So he stayed there, stroking your hair and rubbing your back up and down.

There’d been hugs between you two, but none like this one. None of them where you could practically melt into his body if you wanted to.

None where Eddie wished he could do more than just hold you.

“Okay.” You pulled back and sniffed back your tears, cleaning your nose with your shirtsleeve. “Thank you for always being there for me.”

“I don’t have much choice, so I?” He teased, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your eyes dropped to his lips then went back to his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Gonna make you that tea.” Eddie stood up. “You, get changed.”

“Yes, sir.”

Eddie left you there and went downstairs to prepare you the tea he’d promised. The kitchen didn’t get much of the moonlight, so Eddie took a risk and lit up the dim light over the stove.

The place had clearly been all alone for a while. There was a thin layer of dust on every surface, and there still were many things in every cabinet he opened — including a box full of flavored tea bags. He put the fancy teapot on the stove and opened the walk-in pantry.

It was like finding gold.

“Our family is super rich, huh,” you commented as you walked inside.

“I know,” Eddie smirked, eyeing you up and down. The clothes you’d chosen were two sizes bigger and clearly belonged to a man. He couldn’t help but feel jealous that you weren’t wearing his clothes. “There are so many flavored teas—” he shook away his thoughts and continued “—so I, uh, hope you like the one I picked for you.” He walked out to the stove and placed a big mug on the counter, pouring the steaming water into it.

You gave him an excited smile, blew on it a few times, and sipped on the tea, squinting your eyes at the aftertaste.

“So?” Eddie leaned on the counter and rested his hand on his cheek.

“Lemon tea, with ginger? Perhaps?”

“You’re good.” He grinned, raising his brows.

Tomorrow came; so did the next day, and within two days, your cold disappeared thanks to Eddie’s magic potions.

A week went by just as fast, and all you two did was take nine hours shifts to guard the house; while one slept, the other stayed wide awake. Though Eddie never slept much when it was your turn to look after the house. Not because he didn’t trust you — it was the complete opposite, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to you while he slept.

The coast was clear after two weeks; not many people lived around since it was a vacation spot.

Still, Eddie could never sleep a wink.

It was your time of the day to play guard, and he’d been in bed moving from one side to the other for over two hours. He was clearly not going to sleep so he might as well give you some company.

He put his shirt back on and slipped his sneakers on to go downstairs to find you. You were nowhere inside the house, and the only place you could be was on the big bear — a bear-shaped rock right by the lake.

You’d lie there on sunny days to get your vitamin D, and even when the sun was long gone, too.

Eddie spotted you in the distance and took his time to reach your side.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be sleeping,” was the first thing you said when he sat cross-legged next to you.

“Thought I’d join you and watch the sunset.”

“There’s not much left.” You scooted closer to him.

The sun was long gone behind the hills, but the orange clouds were still bright.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if the apocalypse started right now?” you said after a moment.

“right now?” Eddie looked at you.

“At this exact moment.” your knee brushed his thigh.

“We kind of already are.” He scanned your face. Your eyes were lost in the bit of sunset. “If you think about it, we’re living our own apocalypse. Running away to keep ourselves alive, eating shitty canned food, watching every move we make.”

“Hey, last night’s beans were good.”

“You were just hungry, love,” he teased you.

Love. It came out naturally every so often since he didn’t know your name — the one and only rule you stated on your first night at the cabin — and you never seemed to mind the enchanting nickname so it slipped like a habit.

“The evening is perfect to go on a swim, don’t you think?” You asked as you stood up.

“Now?” Eddie squinted one eye shut, looking up at you, then you started to undress like it was nothing. Shirt, first. There was nothing else under that shirt. “O-Okay, yes now, wow, you’re, um, you’re getting naked,” Eddie said with a nervous laugh, turning his face away.

It caught him so off guard heat took over his cheeks at the speed of an erupting volcano.

“Oh, come on. They’re just breasts.” You laughed at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a pair of boobs before.”

“I- yeah I have,” he said matter-of-factly. “Of course I have.”

Yet couldn’t bring himself to look at you because, of course, he has not.

“Then you know they’re just like yours, just a bit more… swollen.” Eddie finally looked up and got disappointed that your hands were over your… breasts. “But I can put on my shirt if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Not uncomfortable.” His words came out rather quickly and high-pitched.

“You can join me, then.” You then took off your pants and shoes and stepped on the edge of the rock to dive headfirst into the lake.

“Oh my god.” Eddie stood up just in time to get a glimpse of you emerging from the water.

“Come on!” Your bubbly voice echoed around.

“Shhh! don’t– scream!” he whispered loudly, yet began to strip off his pants, socks, and shirt, being left only with his boxers.

The last few days had been too calm, so he kind of needed this adrenaline.

He walked a few steps away from the edge and ran, jumping off the edge.

It was way higher than he thought it would be. And deeper, too. It took him a while to swim back to the surface and took him even longer to find you through the water in his eyes.

He shook his wet hair away from his face, scooped off the water from his eyes, and looked around, following the sound of your laugh.

“Holy shit didn’t that hurt?!” You asked as he swam next to you with wide strokes.

“My ribs are absolutely gonna be bruised tomorrow.”

“You, flying through the air, will be engraved in my memory forever.”

The daylight was gone now but it wasn’t hard to see the bliss on your face.

“I’m honored, as long as it’s a happy memory,” Eddie shrugged.

“It is, I miss it already.” You smiled then said, “Been thinking a lot about your friends.”

“They’re your friends too, you know. They really, really like you.”

“They do?” your eyes were glimmering.

“Yeah,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing. Because it was. “They probably like you more than they like me.”

“Not possible. They… adore you,” you told him.

“I’ve been thinking about them too.” Eddie sighed. “They probably think we’re goners by now.”

“We need to find a way to let them know we’re okay.”

“We will,” Eddie assured you.

Something in your eyes shifted and it brought a flutter to his stomach he still wasn’t used to.

“You look very tempting right now.” You stared into his lips.

Where did that come from?

He huffed out a laugh to disguise the heat that traveled to his cheeks. “No idea what that means.”

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” You swam closer to him.

“Don’t… mess with me.” Eddie looked away.

“I’m not,” you chuckled, brushing a piece of wet hair out of his face.

There’d been intentional soft touches and stolen glances from your side since you moved out of the cabin, though Eddie didn’t think much about it — didn’t want to get his hopes high, so now, when you asked, “Would you kiss me?” while biting your lip, his heart almost leaped out of his chest and the butterflies those words gave him were overwhelming.

Were you actually asking him that?

“What? I— wow, I mean, right now?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I really want to kiss you.”

Eddie gulped. He really, really liked you. Everything about you, even the things that irritated him, he loved the most. From the very first moment.

“Eddie?” You kind of begged.

“When I kiss you,” he began, leaning close to the point where the tip of his nose was touching yours. “I will fall in love with you.”

If he wasn’t already.

“Is that a bad thing?” You murmured, circling your nose against his with your eyes closed.

It’ll be painful in the end, he was aware of that, but it wasn’t a bad thing.

“No.” He brushed his lips against yours. “Not bad at all.”

You tilted your chin up with a soft smile, ready to receive the most tender light-feather kiss.

He was so ready to fall in love.

His hands cupped your ribs and traveled down your sides as his lips barely brushed yours. Your bodies were glued together now, and your hearts could almost kiss each other with every strong and wild and in sync beat.

It was a soft peck at first, then your lips gradually gained confidence and the kiss became more and more fierce; with tongue, clacking teeth, and heavy breathing.

He’d never been kissed like this before. He’d never felt this wanted — ever. At this moment, he truly couldn’t believe how lucky he was, despite everything that’s happened. Part of him knew it was because he was the only contact you’d had with humans for the past two months. That you had no other choice. That you could have anyone you wanted.

But still, so damn lucky.

Your arms wrapped tight around his neck while the kiss never stopped, and your breasts rubbed against his chest the more your breathing increased. It was erotic, and as much as he tried to hold it back, he couldn’t hide the excitement inside his boxers.

And you couldn’t ignore it either. You brought one hand underwater to palm his erection and moaned into his mouth.

Fucking hell.

You broke the kiss to breathe and gain some air, and something seemed to have taken you out of the moment.

“Someone’s here,” you said through an exhale.

“What?” Eddie was confused, then paid attention to what was bothering you.

Children's voices were near, and car doors slammed shut.

“I think our rich family just got home.” The day you showed up, Eddie either died and went to heaven or became stardust and leaped into another dimension.

There, everything was still the exact same, but you were in it — which made it a perfect world to live in. He’d come to that conclusion after the kiss — the one that made him fall in love.

“Let’s swim to the shore, get our things and pretend we are some tourists or something if they see us.” Your chest heaving in and out made small waves around you. The danger you radiated through them was palpable.

“They have bikes.” Eddie swept his wet hair out of his face and scooped some of the water out of his eyes. “I say, we take those and hope for the best.”

You looked up at him. Your brows were already pinched together. “I’m not sure, Eddie. There’s a chance they might call the police since their house has evidently been, you know, used?”

“Right, shit.” He sighed. “Dumb tourists it is, then.”

There wasn’t much else to do, so the two of you stayed still with just your eyes and nose above the water — like two crocodiles patiently waiting for their prey.

The family got far enough at some point and you wasted no time swimming out of the lake as quietly as you could, walking hunched over to get your clothes back.

You sprinted to hide between some bushes and finally dared to breathe just a bit louder.

“That was fun.” You let out a sigh. You were covering your breasts by hugging yourself and holding a single piece of clothing close to your chest. Eddie handed you his shirt without a word as you said, “I must’ve dropped mine in the rush.”

You didn’t turn around to put it on, and Eddie couldn’t help but stare at you while you then squeezed into your very short shorts.

“What?” You smiled at him when you caught him staring.

That single glance heated up Eddie’s cheeks more than they already were.

“Nothing,” he merely said.

He struggled to put his jeans back on over his still-wet skin and took his eyes off you just to look for where the family was. The two kids, a toddler, and their mom were standing over the bear rock all smiley while the dad stayed behind with a camera in his hands. Your eyes instantly snapped to where he gestured with his brows.

“I think they are the dumb tourists.” He grinned.

“Oh, thank god.” You dropped to the ground with your knees up and rested your elbows over them, covering your face with both hands.

They were shaking.

Eddie crouched next to you, enveloping your palm with both of his hands in the attempt to stop them from trembling. “Hey,” he softened his voice and brought your knuckles to his lips. He pursed them out, though it was barely a kiss.

Your eyes met his, and right then he wondered, would you kiss him again?

“So we stay here until they drive off?” Your voice broke in the middle of it.

“We stay right here, sweetheart.”

Whatever had you that scared, Eddie wasn’t gonna let it get to you. He didn’t let go of your hand once as you two stayed there, peeking every so often at the family behind the bush.

It didn’t take them more than five more pictures and a short rock-throwing contest to leave. So as soon as the coast was clear, you made it inside the house — oddly quiet.

You toed off your shoes by the door and said dryly, “I’m gonna shower,” while never looking back.

“Okay?” was all Eddie managed to respond.

He was already feeling self-conscious about everything he did and didn’t do the past forty minutes. Were you pretending the kiss didn’t happen? He didn’t want to forget about it — ever – but if you regretted it… there wasn’t much he could do than just accept it was just the heat of the moment.

“Yeah, sure, it’s not a big deal.” He rambled to himself while he went upstairs to put a shirt on.

He’ll shower later.

“It was just a kiss. Just a kiss,” he said in a whisper.

He threw on a flannel and reached for the guitar that felt already like his own.

“It’s not like I’m in love with you or anything.” He placed a pick between his teeth and started to play the song he’s been making since you two first got there. The one that sounded like you. It was one minute and thirty-two seconds long without any lyrics so far, although he only got to play half of it.

“Eddie?!” Your voice came from the end of the hallway.

Loud.

“Shit.” He stopped all the way and didn’t hesitate to come running to you. “What, what, what is it?” He softly knocked and stayed behind the half-open door. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you huffed out a nervous laugh. The water was running, but your voice was close. Just at the other side of the door. “Come in.”

Oh.

“O-okay.” Eddie opened slowly and found you standing there, naked and beautiful as ever with the hot steam soaring around you.

“Do you want to join me and continue where we left off?” you approached him.

Oh.

His entire body froze. His tongue included.

You gave him a tender frown and wrapped yourself with your arms all of a sudden. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Eddie was quick to assure you and walked in, shutting the door behind him. “I just,” he kind of laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you were gonna pretend the kiss didn’t happen.”

You let your arms fall at your sides and reached for his hand to bring it up to your cheek. “How could I?” You kissed his palm with your eyes closed.

The kiss was hot and soft enough to refuel the heat inside his underwear. He wanted to continue without a fucking doubt, but he still had to ask, “Are you sure?” while caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You tugged your bottom lip with your teeth between a pure smile. “Yeah.” You nodded, clutching him close with one hand by his waist. The other landed on the nape of his neck to bring him close to your lips. “So sure.”

Eddie followed your body and leaned down. He’d forgotten how soft your lips felt.

It was like kissing you for the first time all over again.

This time was different, though. Eddie was confident enough to add some tongue, brushing it against your cradling your face with both hands. You let out an instant moan while your knees bent a bit and welcomed him in, intensifying the kiss.

He didn’t think it was possible for someone to visibly melt, though he was more than flattered. He smiled between the kisses and let his hands do their thing. One stayed appropriately on the curve of your waist as the other made its way between your legs.

Another delightful moan.

You pulled back a bit and stared down at his fingers that’d already spread your lips apart.

You were so fucking wet. Silky smooth. He’d never felt such pleasure from a simple touch, and if you felt that good, he could only imagine what you’d taste like, but he kept his cool and used his fingers for a few more moments.

The kiss turned breathy, desperate. Every part of you was keeping him close so the insecurity about you not wanting him back dissolved into thin air.

Eddie licked his lips and ghosted your mouth with his agitated breath. “I wanna taste you, yeah? Is it okay if I taste you?”

You barely smiled at him as you melted once again. “Mhm,” you nodded, “yes, please.”

Something in your eyes told him you thought he was just going to lick his fingers clean. He did, while never breaking eye contact. But Eddie also kneeled, not without trailing soft kisses from your jaw down your breasts, stomach, and all around your navel first.

The moment he reached your cunt, he used his skilled tongue to open your folds, and that gentle, wet sound almost made him come right then and there. Eddie looked up at you and opened his mouth to savor you whole.

“Gosh, Eddie.” You gripped the back of his head.

He was getting addicted to how your body reacted to anything he did and didn’t do.

“Mmh.” Eddie shut his eyes to really take you in and slid his hands up and down the back of your thighs the more he ate you out, and each time he got bolder to touch you everywhere.

He had a mouthful of your cunt and was getting harder and growing tight inside his underwear as you moaned his name every so often. You made the sweetest sounds, and your shallow breaths and soft whines could only mean he was doing it right, so he continued doing exactly what he was doing. Licking and sucking and stretching your clit out with lips and gentle teeth. He was ecstatic.

This thing — hooking up with a stranger, though you were hardly a stranger — was new. He’d never eaten a girl's cunt before either, and he sure liked the taste of you so he wouldn’t mind learning how to become an expert at it and pleasure you day and night.

“Right there,” you managed to say.

Eddie grinned against your cunt and grunted deeply to let you know he was enjoying it, too.

“That feels so good,” you praised him again and again and over and over.

Eddie was one lick away from coming untouched and had to palm himself over his pants to relieve some of the ache. He kept using his entire mouth at a steady pace until his jaw started to get numb, but the high was so damn close he didn’t want to stop. So he didn’t. Eddie flicked his tongue over that sensitive spot that made your body twitch, slurped your wet lips and moaned, keeping you close with both hands gripping your ass until his cock pulsed and cum spilled inside his underwear.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie breathed out while lazily making out with your cunt.

It happened too damn fast.

“Gosh, Eddie?” You asked. He rubbed his cheek and tip of his nose against your lower stomach, like a kitten wanting to be petted before slowly looking up at you with a soft frown and red, fleshy lips. His confidence was gone. “Did you just come?”

He gulped, licking his lips. He was too embarrassed to say anything.

“Come here.” You brushed your thumb over the corner of his mouth. Eddie obeyed and stood up towering over you. You grabbed him by the back of his head and brought him close to messily mold your lips with his into a wet kiss. “That was incredibly hot.”

“Was it really?”

Really?

“So fucking hot.” You nibbled his bottom lip. “Do you think our rich family keeps condoms in here?”

“I, uh, yeah, I mean, I- I can look for some?”

“Go.” You gave him a soft peck. “I’ll be right here.”

Eddie returned the kiss, stared at you with anticipation, and left you there. He knew exactly where the condoms had been this entire time — he’d found a brand new box of twenty four on the second day and kept them in his room, hopeful — so he was quick to be back.

You’d moved to the shower, and looked stunning with the water cascading down your godly body, waiting for him.

He took his flannel off and clumsily dragged his pants off and underwear down in one fell swoop, kicking them aside. Your eyes dropped up and down his body, and he could’ve sworn your soft nipples hardened at the sight.

Eddie approached you and stood in front of you. “How do these work?” He waved the condom in the air between two fingers. He said it as if it was a joke, but he was sure he’d skipped the sex-ed class.

“I’ll show you,” you laughed a bit and stepped away from the shower stream to invite him in. “Hi. I missed you,” you teased him, staring at his lips while licking yours.

“Missed you, too.” Eddie grinned and leaned to kiss the underside of your chin.

“First–” you took the condom and ran your palm over his tummy down the base of his cock while he kept peppering kisses all over your cheek “— mmm, you can prep yourself,” you murmured close to his ear, fisting his cock and stroking it a few times. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “To make yourself hard — harder.”

Your confidence was hot and it was even hotter how you seemed to know his body better than himself. He showed no weakness, though, and increased the intensity of his lips over your skin, placing small, loving bites down your neck and shoulder.

“Then, you open the wrapper gently, and take the condom out.” You did as you said then didn’t speak after that. You simply rolled the condom down his length — so, so slowly — until the very base of his erection. “There.” You pulled back a bit and kissed him under his ear.

Eddie stared down at his latex-wrapped cock then back at your eyes. It was happening. He was going to have sex.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now, you fuck me.”

Eddie wasted no time capturing your mouth and pressing his body onto yours, making you walk backwards until your back was pressed against the tile wall. Your hands flew to the back of his head and gripped his hair tightly.

His cock had made it between your thighs and right under your cunt on its own. Being there felt so good already so he instinctively bucked his hips while never letting go of your lips. You moaned as a response and sneaked one hand between your bodies to guide the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed it inside just a bit to squeeze the tip in.

Eddie lifted one of your legs up by your thigh and thrusted, making it all the way inside you.

So.

Fucking.

Slowly.

“Oh, god. Oh, shit, oh, fuck.” Eddie dropped his forehead to your. shoulder. You were so warm, so soft, and so perfectly wet.

“Eddie?” you panted. “Move.”

“Hold on, hold on.” He withdrew his hips just a bit, and it only felt better. “Fuck.”

He was about to come already. He couldn’t. But god, he’d never been this close to heaven before.

“Give me a moment, princess.” Eddie gathered all his strength and scooped you by your thighs, pressing you against the wall — harsh.

You made a delightful sound; like a moan, like a laugh, like the most beautiful melody. “Gosh, Eddie.” You clung to him and tightened your cunt around his cock.

The way you whined his name boosted his stamina, enough to fuck you against the wall effortlessly. You dug your fingers into his back and your teeth into his shoulder with that first deliberate thrust.

Eddie’s near-silent grunts blended with your not-so-quiet moans and they echoed against the walls as though they belonged to the same song.

“So damn good,” he praised you out of breath. “Jesus fucking christ.”

You received each of his sloppy thrusts with a blissful gasp. It was a lot of work keeping you both safe while still standing up, so after a moment Eddie opted to unglue you from the wall, walked two steps to the bench right in front of the shower stream, and plopped there with you on top.

His cock slipped out in the process and you laughed a little at the sudden change of positions, guiding his erection right back to your entrance without hesitation and lowering yourself on it again.

“Holy hell.” Eddie gripped your waist with both hands and threw his head back in pleasure.

You slowly sank on it until he was balls deep then began to bounce up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Having you on top was a whole new experience. The view was like a dream; jiggling motion of your breasts and your sweet smile while enjoying yourself riding him like a real goddess was hypnotizing.

“You’re so loud,” he said through a moan, so he wasn’t complaining at all.

“Yeah? you like it?”

“Yeah.” He kissed your shoulder and bit you gently. “Love your voice. I could hear you moan like this forever.”

You shifted the motions of your hips, grinding back and forth, side to side, squeezing your walls tight around his erection. “Your cock feels so nice,” you murmured against his temple. “Shit. Eds.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as your harsh breathings and sweet, sweet moans increased.

Your cunt began to pulse, fisting his cock tight and your entire body tensed. You'd come so fucking hard and loud that the pleasure brewing in his lower stomach skyrocketed.

He stared down at his cock being completely gone inside you one last time before letting himself go for the second time. His cock twitched with each spurt he spilled inside the condom and a dark, long, and shaky ‘fuck’ got caged in his chest. He laughed a bit while he came, and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Everything had turned blurry. The only thing that was clear was that this — sex with you — was better than any drug, and he wouldn’t mind becoming addicted to you. He’d gladly consume you for the rest of his life.

You were still a panting mess as you dotted lazy kisses all over his face and ran your fingertips up and down his shoulder blades.

The sound of the running water was so soothing you both agreed to stay there, heart to heart, just a little longer without saying a word.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you spoke first. “Thank you.”

Eddie’s brain was still shut down by the mind-blowing experience, and his mouth had gone dry. The only thing he managed to answer was, “You’re welcome, love.”

You cackled at his words and shifted on top of him to get a good look at his face. “Cocky.”

Something had changed in your eyes — in a good way, but he didn’t want to get his hopes high or take credit for that special shimmer your eyes had.

“Can I wash your hair?” you asked against his lips, going for a kiss.

He smiled and blindly reached for the shampoo. “Only if I can wash yours, too.”

The shower got extended just a bit longer and in no time you were two brand-new people, cuddled up in the same bed.

Your head rested on his chest and you’ve been outlining every tattoo and scar of his in silence until you decided to speak. “Eddie?” you whispered, looking up at him. “Are you ever gonna play a song for me?”

“I mean, yeah.” He cleared his throat as it’d come out raspy. “What’s your favorite song?”

“You don’t have to play my favorite song.” You adjusted so half of your body was laying on top of his. “I just want to hear you play. Any.”

“Any?” Eddie’s grin widened.

“Okay, except for The Final Countdown.” You rolled your eyes and slid up to be at his level.

“What makes you think I even know how to play that one?” He turned to his side to face you.

“You don’t?”

“Uh—”

“You do?”

“I mean, yeah? It’s Europe. What’s wrong with that song?”

“Everything.” You laughed. “Are you serious?”

“Okay, okay, I won’t play that one, then.”

“Thank you.” You bopped your nose with his.

It was in moments like these, when words weren’t needed that he wondered who really were you. He’s always been too scared to ask, what if it scared you away?

You trailed kisses from his jaw to his lips and sighed deeply. “Mmm. You wouldn’t like me if you met me.”

Had he said it out loud?

“uh, I like you a lot, actually,” he confessed. “Sometimes I think I made you up, you know?”

“What?” your face twisted with confusion. “Like, I’m part of your imagination?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m very much real.” You kissed him. “I promise.”

“I’m glad you are. I, um, was in a dark, dark hole when you showed up…” Eddie began, stroking your hair.

It felt right to tell you how he’d ended up being a fugitive of justice.

He told you everything. From the traumatic night at his trailer with Chrissy until the night he was dragged out the upside down by Dustin and Steve barely alive — without getting into much detail about what really was the upside down. That was a story for another time.

And you listened, carefully, bright eyed, and didn’t interrupt him once.

“... so you could imagine, there was no point in anything. But then you appeared and…” Eddie sighed. “I could breathe again.”

You stroked his cheek and sighed deeply, too. “I’m glad you kidnapped me, then.”

“Oh, please don’t say that.”

Kidnapping jokes between you two never got old.

“I’m kidding,” you laughed and nuzzled your face in his bare chest. “But you kind of did.”

“Okay, I kind of did.”

It smelled like breakfast.

Like a real and greasy breakfast. With bacon and eggs and buttered toast and even a side of fresh chopped fruit.

Eddie smiled still half-asleep and stretched his arm, blindly searching for you next to him, but your side of the bed was empty. He blinked his eyes open and smiled even more at the memories from the night before.

It was more than the multiple rounds of sex. It was the soft kisses and longing stares and sleepy conversations about a future where neither of you had to hide anymore.

Eddie was loud to get up, yawning and stretching his body to its fullest before putting some clothes on. He followed the smell barefoot in hopes to find you in the kitchen. Though his smile faded and his heart broke as it wasn’t you who was there cooking.

He knew this moment was going to come eventually, he just wished it wouldn’t have happened this soon.

“Eddie Munson! So glad you woke up.” A bald, suited man gestured around with a sharp big knife. His tie was loose around his neck and the holster around his waist was empty. “We were waiting for you.”

A gun cocked at the back of his head before Eddie could take a step forward and tackle the man. “Don’t say anything,” a younger guy’s voice said from behind. “Just walk over there as the boss said and sit. Quietly.”

Eddie’s ear started ringing. Where the hell were you?

“I said move!” The guy pushed Eddie by his back and forced him to sit at the nicely set up table.

“Khoa, stop it with the gun, would ya’?” The bald man warned the violent guy.

Eddie’s body moved in command. These weren’t cops. They had no badge or plaque of any sort in sight.

“… okay but where’s Eddie?” That was your voice. Eddie’s head instantly snapped to where it came from. “Eds?!” Your voice got closer.

His soul came to his body as soon as you walked into the room.

You were in one piece and with no signs of any struggle on your body or clothes.

You were okay.

“Eddie.” You rushed to him as he stood up and crushed him with a strong hug.

Eddie held you tight and inhaled you whole with his eyes closed to imprint you in his memory in case this was the last hug he ever got to give you.

“We’ve been looking for Miss Thirteen here for a while.” The older man spoke.

Thirteen? Why were they calling you by a number?

You broke the hug and avoided looking up at Eddie. There was fear and just a bit of guilt written all over you.

“We had no idea about you,” the man continued, gesturing at Eddie, “so you’re very lucky we’re here.”

“Lucky?” Eddie’s eyes widened. “I’m not understanding shit.”

“I know them.” You shut your eyes in annoyance. “They’re… here to… I don’t even know why you guys are here.”

“We thought you were dead.” The asian guy said mad. “I mean, you are. Legally.”

“I am?”

“Yeah.” Khoa folded his arms over his chest. It was impossible for Eddie not to think he was just trying to show up his biceps. “So is Brenner.”

“What?” Your face dropped with relief.

“He’s dead.” Khoa smirked.

“Wh-what? When?”

“A while ago, but that’s not why we’re here. The government is still looking for your dead body, and they won’t stop until they find you.”

“What does that mean?” Eddie asked, even when he was still not getting shit.

“In order to keep you safe,” the old man began. “We have to send you away for a while.”

“Away? Where?” you and Eddie said at the same time.

“Anywhere but here.”

“I’m not going anywhere without Eddie.” You reached for his hand and arm.

Khoa’s jaw tightened. Eddie grinned.

“Give us a day or two to come up with a name for you and new documents — ID, passports, credit cards, yada, yada.”

“What was the gun for, then?” he was perplexed.

“To make it more fun.” Khoa shrugged.

“I almost shit myself, dude.”

You hid a laugh agains his arm.

“I’m still not getting shit,” Eddie continued.

“All you have to know for now is that this—” The man gestured at his clothes “—is just a show.”

“Oh yeah, no one questions you when you’re wearing a suit.” Khoa agreed.

“Can we have a moment, please?” You asked them.

“What’s going on,” Eddie asked you.

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath.

Just as he told you how he ended up in this situation, you told your story. He didn’t understand much. All he got was that you had a traumatic childhood and managed to get out thanks to these people — Khoa and Chester, the older man. They were part of this Doctor Brenner team in the past, but were never on his side.

And the tattoo on your wrist you always tried to hide made the most sense now.

“So you have… superpowers?” was the first thing Eddie asked.

“Had.” You chuckled.

“What was your superpower?”

“Erase memories. And sometimes I could hear people’s thoughts.”

“So, you could erase yourself from my memory?”

“Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I never used that to the people I loved.”

“Time’s up.” Khoa walked in with the globe that was in one of the kids’ rooms and placed it on the table. “Wherever your finger lands, it’s your home for the next couple of months.”

You two shared a glance.

“Ready to start a new life?” You asked.

Eddie smiled. “Fuck yeah I am.”

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Hey Jay! i just read this and i was wondering if you could make a version where fem!reader-chan survives please? (with a lot of angst, but fluff and a happy ending, because Levi deserves it)

Onwards Past to Eternity

"Levi settles on gingerly reaching for you instead, his fingers brushing sweat-slicked strands of hair out of your face. Perhaps settle is the wrong word - he is more than content just kneeling by your side. To talk to you, to touch you gently, is more than he should be allowed to ask for, and he is grateful he can do either of these things at all. Your skin is warm underneath his fingertips as his hands, his marred, dirty hands, trace your features. His thumb rubs over your cheekbone as he cups your face. You are a force of nature, and most find it easy to forget that you too are tragically, irrevocably human - but Levi has never forgotten. His inhuman strength refuses to let him forget."

(An alternate happy ending to an older one-shot of mine, All Too Familiar. (It is possible to read this without having read ATF, but I do recommend reading it first for context.) This can also be found on AO3 here.)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader

Genre and warnings: SFW, angst and sadness (so much sadness) with a happy ending, manga (and now s4 part 3) spoilers at the end, some fluffiness towards the end too.

Word count: 6.4k words

A/N: Thank you for the request anon! This was fun to write (but awful to proofread for some reason). I didn't rewrite the beginning because that stays largely the same. It picks up shortly after Hange was made available to attend to the matter. I don't think I specified in the original, but they were unable to get on the scene when Reader was shot because they had to oversee other things. In this version, the medics kept Reader alive long enough to get Reader on a stretcher and for Hange to be able to join the medics... and that's all the context you'll need! I kind of hate it now that I've reread it so many times for proofreading (though knowing me I've definitely missed a ton of errors) but anyway! hope you enjoy.

He clenches his fists in a futile attempt to stop them from trembling, and hides his hands in the swaths of his forest green cloak. He trails closely behind the medics like a ghost. In a twisted way, he feels like one; present, but not fully all there. His ears ring, the shrill noise echoing inside his skull and seeping into every crevice of his being. His mind is simultaneously detached and numb, shutting down when there is no other option, and full of noise and clamour and raw emotion that he cannot even begin to compartmentalise. Levi’s chest feels uncomfortably tight all of a sudden, the air in his lungs too thick with tension and too thin as if there is no oxygen all at the same time. His bitter tears do nothing to wash away the blood on his cheeks.

He’s not sure nothing ever will wash away the memory of your bloodied hand cupping his cheek with all the care in the world.

What he is sure of is that nothing will ever truly wash away the blood staining his hands.

The medical team—now joined by Hange, dusting off their medical training from an age ago—carry you on a stretcher into a smaller chamber that acts as an emergency med-bay. He almost snarls when one of the medics turns around and says, “I’m sorry Captain, but you can’t come in. We are about to commence surgery on her, so only medical personnel and Commander Zoë may enter.”

The words are right on the tip of his tongue. She is my wife, he wants to shout though his tongue is leaden, I need to be by her side. Over the medic’s shoulder, he catches a glimpse of you. Your eyes are fluttering weakly as the morphine is beginning to take hold, and you look frail, so, so frail.

He wants to scream.

Hange looks over their shoulder, face taut with stress. “Levi,” they say, “I promise you we’re going to save her, and you can hold me to that. But you can’t come any further than here. I-I’m sorry.”

Fuck. He knows he’ll be nothing more than a hindrance to the medical team once you enter surgery. He knows, and he knows that you’re in good hands, but he isn’t sure his ribcage is strong enough to withstand the force at which his heart beats with pure and utter fear.

Sighing, Levi does not make a move to follow them into the medical chamber. The wooden door swings shut in his face with a startling finality, and he can’t help but equate it to the sound of a coffin door closing for the last time. There is a bitter taste on his tongue.

He’s not religious. Far from it, actually. But in that moment, Levi finds himself praying that maybe you’ll hang on.

Maybe you’ll stay.

Maybe.

———

When Levi returns to the main chamber of the airship, he is greeted with a sea of pale, solemn faces. Well, a sea that seems hesitant to spill onto a particular stretch of shore, and Levi knows why before he sees it.

A perfect circle has formed around where you had lain. The floorboards are stained dark, and in some places, blood glints under the light, the blood spilled still all too fresh.

Your blood.

Crimson spills past the gaping hole in your chest, spills past your chapped, parted lips—lips Levi’s own is all too familiar with.

He’s not sure how he made it from the door to your side, but the wooden floor is hard against his knees, your warm blood seeping through his uniform.

Your name leaves his lips in a shaky whisper so quiet none could hear—other than you.

Your eyelids flutter. “Hey.” You rasp, blood dribbling down your chin at the motion. Your body jerks limply, and a fountain of ruby red splashes onto Levi’s lap. He takes your hand, squeezes it tightly. You squeeze back with only a fraction of the force he knows you’re capable of.

Levi’s stomach churns violently at the sight. The sight of blood has been a staple to his life ever since Kenny had taken him in, but your blood? He can hardly stand the sight of it, he realises bitterly. He turns away and blinks furiously to banish the memory out of his vision.

He breaks the silence. “Are there any cleaning supplies on board?”

“Yes, sir,” Sasha supplies meekly when no one else steps up to reply. She wipes away her lingering tears with her hands. Her fingers are still stained with your blood when she’d stepped in to help the medics look after you until the stretcher was fetched. The blood streaks across her face eerily. A twisted thought enters Levi’s mind; it looks like the girl has donned warpaint. “There’s some in the third cupboard to the left down the first corridor, I think.”

Levi nods. “When I come back into this chamber,” he says quietly, “I want everybody to have relocated elsewhere within the ship.”

He’s met with frantic nods.

As he reaches the cupboard, he notes that he is almost breathless. The ringing in his ears grows deafeningly loud, and the weight of his emotions force Levi to his knees right outside the door.

I need to see her.

I need to see if she’s alright.

Clamping down on his traitorous thoughts (she has to be alright, she has to be, let Hange and the medics succeed, please, please—), he scrambles to his feet. Only to fail, as his feet immediately give out from under him - or the ship’s floor lurches from turbulence all of a sudden, he can’t tell. (He can.)

Levi closes his eyes. Perhaps if he tries hard enough, he can convince himself it is the latter, instead of his own weak mind, instead of his own folly.

For it is his folly that has landed you in this position, isn’t it? Eren grew out of control and ran away to ally with his mangy animal of an older brother, forcing the Scout’s hand. Eren knew Paradis couldn’t afford losing him to Marley, knew that the Survey Corps would be sent out in accordance to his plan. Knew that Marley would retaliate in the cruellest ways possible. Levi should’ve seen this coming, should’ve kept the young boy in check like he was ordered to, like he swore to the Martial Court.

Taking in a few deep breaths that sound as forced as they feel, he throws open the cupboard door and fetches his supplies quickly as if nothing had happened at all.

When Levi returns, he finds that Sasha (who has yet to clean the blood off her face and hands) and Connie are the only ones that have not listened to his order. He knows where the rest of his squad is, or at least should be: Armin and Mikasa are watching over Eren and Zeke, and Jean is watching over the two young stowaways. The normally energetic duo are eerily quiet, even as Sasha timidly approaches with the small bin in her hands. It feels wrong, but he supposes if they’d been unaffected by it all he’d be angered beyond a doubt. At least most of his kids (since when they had gone from ‘the brats’ to ‘his kids’, he’s not sure) are still on the right track, instead of falling into the same trap that Eren, the rat-haired redhead and his posse have hurtled headfirst into.

“I told everyone to leave,” he grumbles at them without any bite as he blots away the blood that has not yet seeped into the floorboards. Such procedures used to be daily routine for him, back in the Underground. He’s wiped up bloodstains from rotting floorboards more times than he can count. Sometimes, it was his own. Other times, the blood had belonged to Isabel or Furlan. That rotting dump of a city he’d once called home bred violence like rabbits. Now, one could ask him how to do it, and the response would be so practiced it is as if he could recite the steps from beyond the grave.

Sasha sets down the bin next to him. He disposes of the first rag, the white stained crimson. The girl shifts on her feet, her breathing picking up.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she blurts out, voice wavering. “I heard them. I knew something was wrong.”

Levi picks up the bottle of peroxide and reaches for a fresh new rag. “Don’t you dare apologise.”

“Sir—”

“No.” It comes out all ugly and twisted and warbling. He hates how fucking pathetic he sounds, hates the way Sasha seems to recoil. He’s not mad at her, how could he be? She had nothing to do with it - the damn girl even helped the medics stem the bleeding and load you onto the stretcher.

He swallows, his throat feels far too dry. “Go clean up, Braus. You have blood on your face. Get some rest before we land,” he says defeatedly. Fuck. You’re not dead yet, he shouldn’t—there shouldn’t be a reason to panic. Right? He strains his ears, and hears nothing but faint murmurs from behind the door to the emergency medical chamber. But your life still hangs in the balance and there is nothing he can do about it.

She’s in safe hands with Hange, he thinks to himself, but it doesn’t stem the constant churning, roiling feeling of anxiety and guilt that simmers just underneath his skin.

In the periphery of his vision, he sees Connie whisper something in Sasha’s ear. He catches a few fragments of it: ‘c’mon, Sasha, it’s okay. It’ll be okay,’ and ‘let’s just give him a moment to himself, yeah?’, before the duo close the door behind themselves.

And so Levi does the only thing he can do right now whilst you and the medical team fight for your life on the other side of the wall.

He cleans.

There’s a simplistic methodical beauty to it. He falls into a familiar rhythm of applying peroxide and rubbing at the stain with the rag. His hands itch from the peroxide, but he can hardly feel it, refuses to feel it until your blood is completely gone.

Like you were never shot.

Perhaps the wood will be as good as new by the time he is finished with it, but it will forever be tainted with the memory.

Every time he blinks, he sees the fresh bloodstain behind closed eyelids. Every time he looks up from his work, he swears he sees a droplet of blood spattered on the wall.

He scrubs harder, even when there is nothing left to scrub. His eyelids twitch. His trigger fingers, shoulders and back ache, and by now his head is pounding, and everything just feels so goddamn heavy, but his fucked-up mind refuses to switch off, buzzing with nerves.

He can’t rest, he needs to stay awake, alert, on guard.

He can’t rest. He can’t.

———

Long after he’s cleaned the chamber top to bottom, Levi paces up and down the room, and he wonders what will come first: the end of the surgery, or the collapse of the floorboards from his pacing. It’s been… what, how long, ten minutes? Twelve hours? Two-thousand years since you disappeared behind those doors?

He’s going to fucking lose it.

Some calm and collected commanding officer he is.

Just as Levi’s resolve fractures, like a rubber band stretched to thin it finally snaps, Hange pulls open the door before he can raise his hand to hammer on the wood. Hange’s face is pale with exhaustion, but they smile at him faintly.

Levi’s eyes burn.

“She’s stable.” Their voice wobbles. Hange, still wearing surgical gloves, wipes their tears of relief away with their forearm awkwardly. “She’s going to be okay. She’s going to live, Levi.”

It is all he needs to hear.

He doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever thanked Hange out loud, or if he’s ever done so, but he has no reservations in quickly squeezing their shoulder in gratitude as he moves past them and the other medics into the room; he’s not entirely sure he can even speak right now.

He sits in the chair next to the bed and takes your limp hand into his. The number of bandages and tubes and annoying blinking machines makes him queasy and irritable all at once. Undeservedly so, because they are the only thing that drowns out the insurmountable pain such injuries would be making you feel.

Behind the closed doors to the medical chamber, finally away from the prying eyes of the other soldiers, a small sob escapes him. Carefully, as not to jostle you too much, Levi lifts your hand—still covered in your blood—to his quivering lips, and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. A small, fleeting action familiar to you both.

He waits.

Time passes, he’s not sure how long before your eyes open. This entire time, he’s kept your wrist under his thumb; your pulse is strong and steady. You smile up at him faintly. Though the medics have tried their best to wipe you clean, your face is still slightly smeared with blood and sweat.

“Levi?” You murmur, your thumb gently rubbing the back of his hand. Your eyes are glazed over - not because you are on the precipice any longer, but because of the morphine pumping through your veins. “Levi, sweetheart, you’re crying.”

Levi raises his hand numbly, and wipes at his cheek. His fingertips are damp when he looks at his hand. “Oh.”

You shift, wincing a little. Panic flares in his chest, which you instantly clock onto. You squeeze his hand - it is still far too weak for a soldier of your prowess, but your hold has much more strength than it did when blood was spilling from your mouth and gut.

“You scared me. D-don’t do that.” The teary confession weighs heavy on his heart. He gently puts your hand back down by your side. “You have to stay.”

You shake your head sleepily. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Cold seeps in. “That’s not what you said twenty minutes ago.”

“We’re… we were going to make it. We were going to fucking grow old together, I… you’re not giving up right now, you can’t.”

A bloodied hand settles upon his cheek for a moment, streaking his skin with ruby red. “I wish I could’ve had it all with you, too.”

Though you’re stable, your face still looks gaunt and ashen, the skin under your eyes dark. The sight of you, his wife, in such a state… he’s still on the verge of spiralling. Shit. “I thought there was no going back,” you confess. “I didn’t… I’m sorry.”

Levi shakes his head. He can still hardly speak. Hands trembling at his sides, Levi wonders. Fragile is not a word he would describe you with, but in this very moment, nothing seems more fitting. He desperately wants to reach out, cradle you against him, feel your chest rise and fall against his. But in this state, you could crumple faster than a sheet of damp paper.

Levi settles on gingerly reaching for you instead, his fingers brushing sweat-slicked strands of hair out of your face. Perhaps settle is the wrong word - he is more than content just kneeling by your side. To talk to you, to touch you gently, is more than he should be allowed to ask for, and he is grateful he can do either of these things at all. Your skin is warm underneath his fingertips as his hands, his marred, dirty hands, trace your features. His thumb rubs over your cheekbone as he cups your face. You are a force of nature, and most find it easy to forget that you too are tragically, irrevocably human - but Levi has never forgotten. His inhuman strength refuses to let him forget.

Sighing softly, your brow furrows. You turn your head, leaning into his gentle touch. Many times have you told him in the middle of the night just how comforting it feels to be held by him.

“Stay here,” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t wanna sleep alone.”

He does without hesitation, silently praying you’ll do the same, that you’ll still have a pulse when the airship lands on Paradis. As you slip back into a deep sleep, Levi stays curled up on the chair, unable to keep his eyes off you. At some point, he kicks off his boots and draws his knees to his chest; the position he adopts when he feels he is drowning. It’s humiliating, it’s childish, but he can’t bring himself to care about that. There’s no-one around to see the type of sorry, overwhelmed state he is in, after all.

The sound of a knock and the door opening pulls him out of his haze shortly afterwards. He uncurls himself and straightens up in chair, his back screaming in protest, but schools his features into neutrality, betraying no pain. No physical pain, at least.

“Hey. We’re landing soon. Descent begins in seven minutes.” Hange says as they enter the room and close the door behind them. Their one visible eye is bloodshot and heavily shadowed, their shoulders slumped with the weight of their responsibilities.

For a moment, Hange glances at you, sleeping deeply, before reaching forward and sympathetically squeezing his shoulder. He doesn’t have the heart to shrug it off like he usually does.

“I’m going to send the other medics in here to do one last check-up, since I’m needed in the cockpit to help Onya with the landing.” Hange murmurs. “A carriage should be waiting for any injured personnel, so she’ll go straight to a proper hospital and get treated. She won’t be discharged for a while.”

Levi exhales shakily. “Okay,” he says. “Okay.”

Steeling himself, he gets to his feet, and straightens his uniform and cape out. He knows he must look a sight - red eyes, damp cheeks, blood staining his clothes and his face from when you’d caressed his cheek earlier; he’d told Sasha to clean up, but he’d been too consumed with worry to remember to clean himself. His skin crawls, and his stomach once again churns with revulsion and panic.

The ship will be landing soon, he tries to assure himself. He can scrub himself raw later. He can completely unravel later. Right now, though, he has one very simple task to do, and that is to march the eldest Jaeger brother out of the airship into the carriage. Surely, just surely, this is the one thing that he won’t completely and utterly fuck up.

Hange takes a step back as the medics enter the room with their stretcher, and proceed to shift you onto it. Levi’s jaw clenches as he watches. Like him, Hange pulls themself together quickly, wiping their eye, drawing their shoulders back. “To your stations, everybody,” they order.

“Affirmative, Commander.”

———

My dearest Levi,

Today marks exactly a month since I’ve been shot. A month since you’ve left to watch over Zeke in the Forest of Giant Trees.

What a long, boring month it has been.

The days crawl by without you; this hospital room is awfully dull. It feels too sterile, with all its white walls and a tiny little window. I feel restless. I hate to say that my recovery is slow. Well, nobody was expecting me to be right as rain two days after getting shot in the chest, but the doctors reckon I’ll be able to return to active duty in no less than 3 months, and that’s being optimistic. What a bummer.

Don’t worry about me, though. My squad, your squad and Hange have all come around to visit me every once in a while, so it’s not all bad. Hange even bought me some new books to read, bless their heart. The one I am reading right now is consuming my mind, I swear! It depicts a civil war, and is filled with all sorts of plot twists. The political intrigue is very gripping; you don’t know which character to trust. It sounds like something Erwin would’ve liked, actually - but I won’t bore you with the details.

I do hope that watching over the Beast Titan around the clock isn’t driving you completely insane. Please, remember to get some sleep. And to eat, for Wall’s sake. Zeke isn’t going anywhere with thirty other soldiers watching over him when you’re not able to. I know I must sound like an old nag - but being cooped up and on bedrest, unable to talk to you, just makes me all the more worried for your wellbeing. Get out of your head for a bit and take care of yourself, okay? I hope you’ll be able to come home soon.

Missing you dearly,

Your beloved.

———

My love,

You are right in thinking that having to watch over that fucking monkey is its own special brand of torture. He’s fucking infuriating to talk to, which is especially bad when he claims there is nothing to do but talk. I’m getting headaches just thinking about it. But other than that, he’s been compliant so far. Everything is too quiet, too isolated from what’s going on back in the Capital. I think that’s been wearing away at me; the squadron convinced me to let them drink the expensive Marleyan wine last night, and I suppose it is because this entire situation is fraying my nerves that I allowed it. A moment of weakness.

I am glad the books Four-Eyes gifted you with are both entertaining and informative. You and Hange always did have the same taste in fiction. You better be listening to your doctor, too. If they say three months minimum, then it’s three months minimum. No playing around. And quit worrying about me. To put it in your words, I must sound like an ‘old nag’, but fucking hell, they have medical degrees. Listen to them and just focus on recovering.

I’m doing fine. Granted, I could be sleeping more, but there’s never really been much of a solution to that other than having you lying next to me. But I’m fine. And I will come home to you. I’ll make it a promise, and you can hold me to it until this is all over. I don’t know how much of that night on the airship you remember. But I said that we were going to grow old together. You have no idea how much I want that as a reality. Okay? Until then, just… get well soon. Please.

Yours,

Levi

———

He’s fast asleep, turned on his side, facing you. The sight of him deeply in slumber is rare, and the chances of him sleeping without graphic nightmares is even more so. Levi is not the type to scream and thrash, but he does have a tendency to mumble in his sleep, and by now, you are intimately familiar with who it is he dreams of, who he sees dying.

Right now, though, he is silent save for his soft snores. Sunlight trickles in through the small gap in the curtains, illuminating this surreal, serene scene. Your fingers hover over his right eyelid, which is split in half by a jagged scar that runs down the length of his handsome face. You want to brush the stray strand of hair out of his face, but your traitorous brain insists that this is nothing but a mirage, a dream that you’ll be ripped away from when you wake up. So, your hand falls limply back to your side, too scared to disrupt the illusion.

Not an illusion, you remind yourself. This is real. You aren’t bleeding out on the cold, hard floor or the airship. Levi isn’t feverish and fighting for his life in a shitty hospital bed in the Rumbling’s direct aftermath, after days spent without proper rest or medical care. No. The two of you are fine. Just fine.

“We’re okay,” you whisper out loud to yourself, forcing yourself to take in a deeper breath. Air rushes in. Your lungs are intact, not pooling with blood. You can breathe, you are breathing, and so is he; that is all that matters.

In his sleep, Levi mumbles your name quietly and snuggles closer, a sight that makes you grin. He sounds so peaceful, so content; a stark contrast to what you often wake up to every night when the sun has yet to rear its weary head.

A quiet murmur of your name next to you pulls you out of sleep. You yawn, half awake, and reach for Levi. Sometimes, he accidentally rolls out of your arms in the middle of the night, like now. He’s on his side, facing away from you, curled in on himself. It is only after you sleepily sling your arm around his waist that you realise he is trembling, skin clammy to the touch. The realisation banishes all remnants of sleepiness as you prop yourself up on your elbow and lean over him.

“Hey,” you whisper, but receive a choked noise in response. “Honey, I’m okay, wake up.”

Levi’s breath hitches, and his hands fist the sheets. A light sheen of sweat coats his pale skin. Most of what he’s mumbling is unintelligible, but you catch a distinct ‘keep your eyes open’. Your blood chills.

You shake his shoulder. “Wake up, love, please. It… it’s just a dream. I’m alright. Levi, please.” But it isn’t just a dream, though, is it? Your mind supplies. It’s what did happen, what could have happened. You feel your throat close, your husband’s distress inciting your own, and you are reminded of the sensation of a sharp pain in your chest, the sensation of choking on your own blood, unable to speak or even breathe without the invasive taste of copper. Unwillingly, your chest tightens and your stomach churns at the memory. Truthfully, you remember very little after the moment Gabi shot you, but the sensations your body had been forced to feel as you dangled in the maws of Death itself would never leave your memory.

Levi finally jerks awake after a few more torturous moments; moments that feel like they span years. You barely have time to ask him what he needs when he swiftly rolls over to face you, pressing a hand to your chest. Underneath his trembling fingertips, your heart beats with defiance. Defiance of your fate, defiance of the odds.

“You’re alive.” He whispers. It’s not so much a statement as it is a reassurance to himself.

“Yeah.” You nod, eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Yeah, I’m alive. I’m okay.”

Levi’s eyes are wild, still frantically searching your face for a sign that this is real, that he won’t wake up in a cold bed the moment he looks away from you. It is a feeling all too familiar to you; that all-consuming panic when you’re caught in limbo between nightmare and reality. Even enveloped in your arms, he still trembles. Levi takes in a shuddering breath.

“You’re alive,” he repeats to himself. His hands move from your heart to the scar, and the mist in his one good eye condenses and spills onto his cheek in the form of a lone tear.

The sight gives way to a dull ache in your chest. Reaching up, you wipe away the tear gently with the pad of your thumb. “I’m not going anywhere,” you echo yourself from that very same night.

“You almost did.” Levi shakes his head. “I saw…”

Prompting him with silence, you stroke his hair with one hand, twirling the silky soft strands between your fingers.

“I saw the version of that night where you don’t make it.”

Your other hand moves to interlock your fingers with his, joining your hands right over the scar, the brand of survival, on your chest.

“But I did make it,” you breathe.

Levi shakes his head, trapped in the prison that is his own thoughts. He’s not usually so verbal, but every single regret and ugly thought he’s ever had cannot be held back forever. It seems as though this one nightmare was the one fateful drop of water that finally caused the dam to break. “I should’ve at least checked in with you; that monkey bastard was already secure… I could’ve safely disarmed her before she shot, or at least gotten you out of the way, maybe if I’d kept a closer eye on Eren like I swore I would back in 850, the raid would have never have happened at all, none of what followed would’ve—”

“Levi, listen to me. I and the other soldiers in the airship brought this upon ourselves the moment we started talking in favour of focusing and actually closing the door,” you rebut, holding him close. “You had a job to do, of course you weren’t present… you’ve always told me that I shouldn’t have to carry the blame for every life I’ve failed to save. And in my case, my life was saved - so there is nothing you did that is at fault.”

You squeeze his hand comfortingly, and he, clutching onto your hand like a lifeline, squeezes back.

“And as for Eren… not even his friends could’ve seen this coming. Everyone trusted him. He was shaping up to be Humanity’s Hope, the key to everything. Genocide was the last thing we thought he’d turn to.”

“What was all my strength for if I couldn’t…”

“Don’t go down that path. You’re more than Paradis’ weapon.” More than just Humanity’s Strongest. He’s only seen himself as a tool to be wielded by the people for so long, and it breaks your heart every time Levi talks of himself like this. “Look. It’ll take time, I know… but I hope one day you will see why I would never, ever hold this against you.”

Levi still looks doubtful, but after a pause, he nods. It’s a small movement, barely perceptible, but it is there.

And right now, that is enough.

Like that night, and so many others that came before and after it, Levi’s right hand currently rests in yours. You’d fallen asleep on your side facing him, clutching your joined hands to your chest, right over the scar from Gabi’s bullet. How odd, that the girl that had almost killed you would work alongside your husband to end the Rumbling and become dear to him in the way only a daughter could. Well, you suppose you shouldn’t be surprised at that. Levi had understood Gabi’s situation immediately, and knew her apology to the both of you was sincere as sincere could be.

Your thumb absentmindedly rubs over the two stumps on his hand. I hope one day you will see why I would never, ever hold this against you. That one particular night where you had reassured Levi that he was not to blame for your injury stands out to you. You’re not exactly the epitome of practising what you preach, though. Needing to recover and therefore being sidelined for the entirety of the post-Liberio fallout did nothing but riddle you with guilt and worry. The most you could do for the entirety of the civil war was to send letters with poorly coded messages updating Levi on the limited information on the Jaegerists you had. In the end, you were still not in full shape to fight by the time the Jaegerists rose to full power and the Jaegers started the Rumbling. You’d had been forced to sit, wait and worry in a dingy little cell until the entire thing blew over, knowing that one wrong move could lead to being pumped full with lead.

A living nightmare, that was what it was.

After you’d been officially signed off by the doctor as fully recovered, and after you had persuaded the one MP you could somewhat trust, Hitch Dreyse, to sneak you off the island, you’d identified Levi’s whereabouts rather quickly. It was hard not to find him, when the ‘Alliance’ was in the harsh spotlight in the immediate aftermath of the Rumbling. A shudder runs through you upon remembering how small and frail he had looked in that make-shift hospital camp, remembering the one thought that drowned out all others: ‘if I’d been there, I could’ve at least taken the brunt of the hits.’

Your brain has always been rather imaginative. It hardly came as a shock that amongst your nightmares of choking on your own blood…

“I–” you wheeze, frantically scrabbling for purchase, fingers twisting the fabric of his sleep shirt, “Levi, I can’t breathe, I’m…”

“You’re okay. You’re not shot, your lungs are working fine, alright? There’s no blood, only air. Breathe with me, alright? Put your hand on my chest, breathe with me… that’s it…”

…images of Levi lying bloodied and torn apart by shrapnel, or the visions of his leg being feverishly gnawed upon by a titan, are conjured up in disturbingly vivid detail.

Your tears blur your sight, so you have to rely on touch. Consumed by panic, your hands quickly pat down his face, checking for shards of shrapnel still stuck in his skin, before moving quickly down to his leg. It isn’t until the tenth examination that Levi’s hoarse voice finally cuts through your fog of despair, his arms holding you tightly against him as he strokes your hair and whispers, “I’m okay, I’m okay. And so are you.”

You aren’t sure if either of you are ever going to be ‘fully healed’, not after being wounded both physically and metaphorically over and over and over until the two of you, bloodied and beaten, are no longer able to get back up again. It feels dirty, almost, to live the life that your comrades should have been able to live. Gunther, Eld, Petra, Oluo, Nanaba, Miche, Moblit, Erwin, Hange. Your heart aches especially thinking about the 14th Commander. They’d saved both your life and Levi’s, brought the two of you back from the very blink and worked tirelessly to pave the way for a peaceful future, only for their own life to be torn away from them as as the finish line was in sight.

You both owe it to them.

Levi deserved to survive to the very end, and back in the day, there was never any doubts he was going to. Everybody else that wasn’t blessed with inhuman strength like his was fair game - and you’d made peace with the fact that for all your own achievements, you could very well be one of thousands to die on the battlefield. And yet; here you are, alive and beating, whilst Hange’s burnt remains lie on foreign soil.

There are days, so many days where you feel as though the universe has made a mistake. Many days that you wish you could trade your life in for Hange’s, or for anybody else more deserving than you. Many days where you remember what it is like to drown slowly and helplessly in your own bodily fluids, many days where either you or Levi get lost in your minds, haunted by your ghosts.

But, there are some good days, serene moments just like this that make you think that maybe, just maybe, you can have the peaceful life you’ve always dreamed of. Moments that make you realise just how fucking lucky you are that you get to live in an era of no titans, no war, that you get to live out the rest of your days with the love of your life at your side. There are moments like these that make you not just want to live for those that couldn’t, but for you.

Moments like these that make you think that maybe, just maybe, all of it was worth it.

Content to stay in bed and let Levi get the rest he deserves and so rarely gets, you remain still and close your eyes.

The sheets rustle beside you almost an hour later, gently pulling you out of the gentle doze you’d fallen into. You faintly register Levi’s arms wrapped around you, and his fingers innocently tracing patterns into the small of your back, pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head. Warmth washes over you, and you just can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the small things. The world could crash down on you today, and you would be content with what you have; just waking up to Levi’s gentle yet affectionate touches is more than enough.

Burying your face out of sight, you whisper, “good morning.”

“Morning,” he mumbles sleepily into your hair; he’s just waking up. You could swear he’s smiling ever so slightly; you can feel it. Levi’s fingers continue to wander innocently around your smaller back, and the pattern, seemingly repeating, begins to feel familiar.

I love you.

You smile. You’ve never doubted it for a goddamned second.

Shuffling upwards so that your face is no longer buried in his chest, you reach up and brush his hair out of his face so that his eyes are unobscured.

You press a kiss to your husband’s forehead where the largest of his scars begins, and gently lay down a line of kisses, following the scar down his face, until you settle upon his lips. He deepens the kiss, one hand flat against your chest, over the scar, the other slipping around your middle. It’s a little messy, raw with pure emotion; relief that both of your hearts are still beating, grief for what a lifetime of war has taken from you, and love, the love for him that can barely be held by just one heart in your chest, the love for you that he works tirelessly to show you every single day.

As you come up for air, you utter the final line of your wedding vows, the words you thought would’ve been your last that day on the airship.

“I love you, Levi. In this life, and the next, until I find you and onwards past to eternity.”

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