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Dance With Me Under the Diamonds, See Me Like Breath in the Cold - Astarion x F!Reader

I've been waiting to write this for some time. I'm absolutely thrilled with it and I hope you think it's beautiful.

Reader and Astarion have come a long way since that meeting on the beach. They've made it all the way to their wedding.

“Where in the hells is Gale?” Astarion fusses while fidgeting with the brocade crimson overcoat he’s wearing. “That man is always late.”

“He’ll be here Love,” you give him a small kiss on his cheek and take his hand, trying your best to keep things calm. "He's not even actually late yet."

“Still haven’t found patience to be a virtue I see,” Shadowheart strolls over to the two of you where you wait under an arbor of night-blooming jasmine, her arm hooked in Lae’zel’s.

“Would you expect any different,” Lae’zel adds a wide smile to her words, an attempt to make it clear she’s joking. The Githyanki has certainly seen her share of change since you met her, really hadn’t you all though?

“While I’m glad you two have finally developed a sense of humor, I’d rather not be the subject of it.” You can feel his agitation rising and it’s your turn to silently plead with the universe for Gale to hurry up.

“Perhaps he’s nervous,” Lae’zel turns to her partner, pretending Astarion isn’t right there fuming.

“I am not!” Before he gets any more worked up, they both pull the pair of you into a sudden embrace, leaving Astarion stuttering and you trying not to giggle at his expense.

“Congratulations you two, we’ll go mingle and pray for Gale’s safety if he’s any later,” The two of them join arms again and make their way back over to the crowd greeting an enthusiastic Mol and her gang of children that’s expanded beyond just the original tieflings. They’re becoming quite the criminal enterprise. There are so many people here, lives you’ve both touched. Originally you’d planned to just stay at your little house for the event, but when more requests to attend kept coming, you had to choose somewhere else. Duke Ravenguard had graciously offered you private use of Bloomridge Park.

“You are nervous, aren’t you,” you whisper mischievously and watch him try to hide it.

“Of course not, I managed to convince you to come this far, now it’s all formality,” your heart skips a beat when he smiles, the tips of fangs peeking out from under his lip. Smiles like that were all too rare when you first met him.

“I don’t recall needing much convincing.” Truthfully, you don’t remember what had brought the subject up, but Astarion had reminded you that it wasn’t a point, legally speaking, as neither of you technically existed.

“It doesn’t have to be in an official record anywhere, it’s just a promise we would make to one another. And we do know the perfect Cleric for a nighttime ceremony.” The way he’d just stood there for a moment you thought you'd said something wrong. Perhaps it was bringing up a Cleric and making it a sworn oath, he didn’t exactly have any love for religion. But then he was dropping to his knees, taking your hands in his, and begging you to be his wife. It was appropriately dramatic for him. And now, here you were, gathered with friends and found family, waiting on a late wizard.

“Brother!” Beside you, Astarion braces and a pale figure collides with him, embracing him tightly

“Hello Dal,” he gingerly returns her hug, as you notice Aurelia remaining a respectful distance behind them. “It’s good to see the both of you too,” he nods in Aurelia’s direction. His relationship with his “siblings” is complicated, but the horror they shared bonds them, and some of them have tried to make a family out of what is left to them. Dalyria seems to be the most persistent, she even had the two of you come visit their home in the Underdark.

“I’m so happy for you Astarion,” she finally releases him but leaves a hand on his arm fondly. “You’ll have to come visit again. I’ll even make Petras promise to behave.”

There’s turmoil in him only you can see, he would love to forget about anything that reminds him of Cazador, but the sisterly love Dal tries to give him is something he’s missed in his life. “At least it will be safer for him that way.”

“Stop,” she smiles and gives him a peck on the cheek. “We’ll talk more later.” As she walks away, Aurelia gives a stiff wave.

“His time is up, he's de-” A flash of light interrupts and when it fades two figures are standing amongst the crowd, a wizard you know well and one you briefly met.

“Sorry for the wait,” Gale begins awkwardly, trying to ignore Astarion’s considerable glare, “we were occupied in a bit of an undertaking…”

“But I am sure you will find the reasons most acceptable,” Elminster takes over, giving your floundering friend a reprieve.

Another flash of light as two more figures appear and you can't believe your eyes. Your heart leaps and you shout inadvertently. "Karlach! Wyll!" Without a second thought, you launch yourself at both of them, Astarion following along more reservedly.

"Steady on there, Soldier," Karlach pulls you into a smothering hug.

"How," you ask, smoothing the cream lace of your dress as she lets you go, still stunned she's outside Avernus without exploding.

"Wizards," Wyll smiles, glancing at Gale and Elminster. "We had to find a way back, there's no way we'd miss this."

"It won't hold forever, but we think we've got a way I can come back for visits. Until we get something permanent. Good news is Zariel's seemed distracted by something lately."

"I suppose overall this is an appropriate excuse for being late," Astarion finally relents.

"Aww, come on Fangs, don't be sour, it's your wedding." Karlach has a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Do not," but it's too late, the tiefling picks him up in a crushing hug. "I missed you too Karlach."

Tears suddenly start to form in your eyes, seeing them all together again, it was something you feared might never be. Wyll gives Asatrion a less brutal greeting and you turn to Elminster. "Thank you. You will stay right," it's the least you can do.

"Gale has assured me there are to be many culinary delights after, and of course, I've never seen a vampire spawn get married. So I believe I shall."

"Ah. I see Father made it," Wyll waves to Duke Ravengaurd who had been waiting a respectful distance away. "Best go see him, we'll catch up more after."

"You both better save a dance for me," Karlach calls over her shoulder, taking his arm, and kissing his temple.

"Tell me you have them," Astarion has fixed his attention back on Gale, and you rush to his side before he can begin another tirade.

"Worried I would eat them?" Gale has recovered himself from Astarion’s initial onslaught and is smiling brightly.

"Yes," your beloved is still in no mood for jokes.

"Honestly Astarion," you give him a look.

"Ugh, fine, I'll calm down. Once he hands them over." You're lost as to what Gale has that's so important considering the occasion.

"Never change my friend," he laughs and pulls a small box from a pocket on his robes and opens it gently. Inside there are two gold rings with small red stones set in them, you can feel the hum of magic in them.

“Sending Stones?” You glance at Astarion as he takes the box from Gale.

For a moment he seems almost shy about it. “I thought it would be nice if we were always able to speak to each other, no matter what. I know it’s not feasible to never be separated.” The two of you had spent almost every moment of the last couple of years in each other’s presence, but as Astarion continued to heal, he seemed more comfortable with time spent apart.

“You’re adorable, you know that,” your lips brush the tip of his nose, the gift is an incredibly sweet sentiment, and you’re so proud of how far he’s come.

Under the right circumstances, vampires actually can blush. “I..” he starts, sounding like he’s going to grouse about something, probably being called adorable in front of everyone, but stops. “I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why you think that my Love, after everything I’ve done.”

You reach up to brush his cheek and run a finger through his curls. “That wasn’t who you really are.”

“I take it, we're ready.” Isobel joins you under the arbor, eyes already fixed on the moon above, and you both nod in response. “Then let us begin,” her voice carries to the crowd and silence falls. “We come here, under Our Lady’s Light, to bless this couple and sanctify their bond.”

You honestly don’t remember many of Isobel’s words after that as Astarion takes your hand and you get lost in his soft, crimson eyes. Maybe it’s a bit terrible of you to ask Selune’s blessing and then not pay attention, but you think she can understand. “The rings,” Isobel prompts and Astarion retrieves them from his pocket, opening them so the Cleric can bless them. “May the Moonmaiden’s light ever guide your hearts toward each other.” A nearly imperceptible mote of silver light seems to land on them and lends the jewels in them an unearthly glow.

Astarion tenderly picks one up as you proffer your finger. Isobel had agreed to let you both speak your own vows, as long as they didn’t directly offend any of Selune’s teachings. You’d reassured Astarion every step of the way that you didn’t need it to be a sworn oath in front of clergy, but he’d oddly insisted, saying he wanted to swear himself to you to the fullest. “As long as it’s Isobel though, she’s the only trustworthy one.” Shadowheart was still figuring out how much religion she wanted in her life, though it seemed Selune was patient as she continued to have a Cleric's gifts.

The ring slips on your finger perfectly and your heart stutters, your vision getting watery again. You do the same for him in turn and you both entwine your hands, speaking in unison. “Unto thee, I vow, mine heart and home, mine life and love, for now, and all seasons. Let me never from thy side be parted, and unto thee, no evil do. Until, at last, my life shall leave me, this my beloved, is my pledge to you. So I do swear.”

“And so sworn before our Lady, I do pronounce thee wed.” The crowd behind you applauds, and you can barely see Astarion through the tears.

Lae’zel and Karlach are shouting raucously, “Kiss! Kiss!”

You start to lean forward and notice his eyes are just as wet as yours. “Hells, why did I agree to do this in public,” he laughs, dabbing his cheeks with the cuff of his sleeve.

“You couldn’t miss being the center of attention,” your laugh is lost in a happy sob. “Damn it, kiss me before I pass out or something.”

Softly, he pulls you in, lips finding yours. The chaste peck turns deeper, giving the crowd what they want judging by the noise. But then something unexpected happens, there’s the tinkle of mischievous laughter, as though a woman stands near to you. A voice that’s both honey-sweet but radiating power whispers in your ear, “congratulations my dear child,” and you feel a surge of fae-touched magic, reminding you of that day you took a different oath.

The kiss breaks and Astarion is staring at you, surprise clearing away his tears. “I know you.”

Everything goes numb in the rush of terror that follows, he’d learned some of who you were before the Nautiloid, but there was much still to tell. “Astarion I’m so-”

A slender finger is pressed to your lips. “Hush Love, tomorrow. And it changes nothing, I still love you with all my unbeating heart. Now let’s indulge everyone since they came all this way to celebrate us.”

The night is full of feasting, drinking, song, and dancing. The two of you mingle with old friends and those whom you met only briefly, the scents of a delectable feast wafting through the air. When the music starts, you share a waltz under the night sky, Astarion holding you close and whispering in your ear, “love you Sunlight.”

True to her word, Karlach insists on a dance with both of you, surprising you with her talent for it. “I’ve been teaching her,” Wyll looks over at her and Astarion lovingly from where he’s dancing with you. “Once you find a safe place to rest, Avernus can be a bit boring.”

You stumble across Lae’zel, angrily giving gold to Mol and her crew. “She lost a bet,” Mol says proudly.

“Oh really, and what sort of scam bet did you get her to agree to, my favorite tiny criminal” Astarion asks fondly. Mol comes to visit you sometimes and you’ve decided you’d rather not know what he’s been teaching her.

“She thought you might light on fire as soon as it got religious,” Mol laughs and scampers off.

Astarion pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’ve seen me in temples before.”

“Chk, but never swearing an oath.”

“She has a point,” you nudge him playfully.

“Oh you are going to pay for that later,” he leans in to nip at your neck, causing you to shiver.

Dawn nears much too soon and you can see some of his happiness evaporating. There still was no solution you’d found to let him live in the light. “We should go,” you whisper in his ear, “what’s a wedding without the wedding bed?” Ever so lightly, you let your tongue brush against his ear, a spot of divine torment for him you’ve found, and listen as he gasps softly.

“Indeed my Love,” his mood revives and the two of you make your good-byes, your friends having promised to clean up the aftermath of the night. A young woman you think you recognize passes you an open bottle of wine on the way out of the park, “a gift from summer’s best,” she says and it fills you with a strange sensation for a moment before Astarion’s mouth is on yours again.

Your house isn’t far from Bloomridge and the two of you stroll the streets in a blissful, dreamy state, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing drinks from the wine that tastes of sweet berries and summer rains. Lights dance in the morning mists and everything feels transcendtly perfect as you ascend the steps to your home. Astarion pins against your front door, kissing you hungrily and letting his hands wander your body. “My wife,” he breathes against your skin as his lips travel down your neck.

Heat sparks inside you, ravenous for him. “My husband,” you sigh, lost in your love for him.

#astarion x tav #Astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x f!reader #astarion x f!tav #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #my fanfic #my writing #x reader

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rocksibblingsau · 17 days

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If your various Brach adopted AUs was taken by Velvet and Venner instead of Floyd, how would his adopted family react?

Rock Branch: Thrash is unfortunately a bit too mentally unwell to process it, but Barb is pissed. Actually, pretty much anyone in Rock City feels that way. Billy, Val, Demo, Petra, Riff, Sid Fret. The entire city is willing to storm Mount Rageous to save their prince.

Classical Branch: Trollzart is terrified for his son's safety. World Tour showed he had a lot of bravery and confidence, but it was shattered a bit by their lack of success. I think he'd request aid from the other tribes.

Country Branch: Also a bit of a 'rally the troops' situation. Hell hath no fury like a mother whose son is in a diamond prison. She'd also give the twins the talking to of a life time.

Funk Branch: Essence and Quincy are scared of losing a son again, and D of losing a brother again. The sisters have probably begun working on a 'Diamond Prison Bottle Opener' device, while Lownote is sure he left his 'Diamond-cutting buzz saw' around here SOMEWHERE.

Techno Branch: Trollex and Synth are already leaving to go get him. The second they found out they were out the door. Trollex is worried a fair amount, meanwhile Synth sort of expects them to fix this the Techno way and befriend Velvet and Veneer. When he realizes the stakes however he freaks out. Sobbing in front of the diamond bottle while Branch is trying to comfort him.

#sibblings qna #sibblings au #trolls branch #classical branch au #country branch au #funk branch au #techno branch au #queen barb #trollzart #delta dawn #queen essence #king quincy #king trollex #trolls synth

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cassieoz · 2 months

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Tiara

Royal births are so intense! Women of royality scream louder than any other birthers. The torture of giving birth to gigantic royal heirs is unbearable.

Trembling uncontrollably, Petra bore down harder on the merging dome between her shaking thighs. The size was unimaginable. Torturous screams echoed through the castle as the strong baby fought to be born. The birther was feverish with her strenuous efforts. Her body ached as she laboured through the difficult labor. The narrowness of the birth canal slowly opened for the entrapped head.

"Oh please, make it come! I need this baby out RIGHT NOW!"

Petra growled wildly as her frantic pushing drove the dome forward through her burning vaginal opening. She bulged with each agonising strain to deliver.

"Oh I can feel it! Its huge! So huge! Need to push it again!"

The mother to be rose upwards as her ached frame pushed down with all her might. The massive baby moved but fought against her throbbing lips. She howled and pushed again. She needed to end her turmoil. Petra could only take so much agony.

"Come on, baby! Come out! Its time! Help me! Birth through me, NOW!"

Clutching the bed sheets, the princess forced more straining efforts through her laboring core. Her stretching entrance filled wider and wider as the birth contraction gripped her violently.

Madly working through her incredible surges, the need to push became unstoppable. Louder and louder cries circulated around the birthing chamber.

"One more hard push! One more and it will be finally out!"

The princess pushed and convulsed wildly as the head erupted with full force into the world, screaming out to announce its arrival.

The birth was announced to the court. The princess received a beautiful diamond and pearl tiara for her presentation of a heir.

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2dfd-simp · 8 months

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Sissy Interests

You know the saying. You are what you eat. That doesn’t just apply to food. It applies to anything you intake. Surround yourself with certain influences and you WILL be influenced. So don’t you think it’s time to surround yourself by sissy influence? To alter your intake of media so that you find yourself liking it? That trashy girly stuff just feels normal? You’ll gradually find yourself getting addicted to reality TV’s drama or having an opinion on what’s going on with the latest celeb and sharing it before realising how it makes you look. Don’t worry sissy. Everybody thinks you’re a fairy anyway. You sing Tay-Tays latest song out as loud as you can…

So…here’s some suggestions of what to start filling your mind up with as it pushes belting big interests out…

Music

1. Ariana Grande

2. Taylor Swift

3. Britney Spears

4. Little Mix

5. Katy Perry

6. Beyoncé

7: Cardi B

8 Avril Lavigne

9. Girls Aloud

10. Kim Petras

1. The Kardashians & Keeping Up With The Kardashians

2. Love Island

3. Pretty Little Liars

4. Sam & Cat

5 My Super Sweet 16

6. Teen Mom

7 Real Housewives Of…

8. And Just Like That/Sex And The City

9. Emily In Paris

10. My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic

Film

1. Mean Girls

2. Bridesmaids

3. New York Minute

4. The Notebook

5. Sex And The City & SATC 2

6. The Devil Wears Prada

7. Clueless

8 Twilight (The Saga)

9. Bring It On

10. Step Up

Authors

1. Colleen Hoover

2. Jackie Collins

3. Sophie Kinsella

4. Rebecca Chance

5. Tasmina Perry

6. Jojo Moyes

7. Lauren Weisberger

8. Cecelia Ahern

9. Milly Johnson

10. Lucy Diamond

Magazines

1. Vogue

2. Cosmopolitan

3. Elle

4. Glamour

5. OK

6. Hello

7. Heat

8. Seventeen

9. Grazia

10. Look

Celebs & Role Models

1. The Kardashians

2. Jordyn Jones

3. Breckie Hill

4. Lauren Conrad

5. Vicky Pattison

6. Paris Hilton

7. Polly Marchant

8. Gigi Hadid

9. Amber Heard

10. Bella Thorne

Social Media Influencers

1. Beauty By Carli Bybel

2. Anyuta Rai

3. Chrisspy

4. Makeupshayla

5. NikkiFrenchmakeup

6. Still GlamourUs

7. Stxph.h

8. Alessya Farrugia

9. Jeffree Star

10. Sugarandspice

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theduckeminence · 5 months

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So since some of yall are curious about my Hero!Jesse AU, I’ll indulge yall on some doodles and basic idea of what the au.

So basically in this au, it takes place post-S2 in the case of Jesse going with Petra instead of staying in Beacontown.

During one of their adventures, they ended up exploring an even lower, dangerous part of the Nether in which they locate structure containing the diamonds of a legend that Petra has heard about in some old manuscripts, which was given to her by a mysterious merchant.

Jesse ends up touching and retrieving the diamonds, but in turn, unknowingly cracking something within the system of their world that was a long-forgotten myth — a cursed tale even.

After barely escaping the deadliest parts of Nether, Jesse begins to experience odd episodes of hallucinations — first auditory, then visual — and theur mind begins to wonder into places that they never thought nor asked to witness.

Gradually over time, Jesse begins to lose his mind — spiraling into an existential whirlpool and questioning if anything within his world, alongside themself and the very essence of their existence — is real.

If yall can guess already, it seems that Jesse may have lost the fight on this one.

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #minecraft #jesse #mcsm jesse #petra #mcsm petra #lukas #mcsm lukas #herobrine #hero!jesse au #blood cw

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amywritesthings · 1 year

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silver underground. / chapter nine.

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Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader (Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin)

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Day 162 - also known as the first day of the expedition

Warnings: titans, blood and violence mention, arguments, semi-gaslighting, …things get heated in a wink wink nudge nudge way

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CHAPTER NINE.

“Head’s up! Titan spotted on the northeast.”

It’s the first time the Captain of the Special Operations Squad has spoken to the group this morning, inching towards the early afternoon.

The team formation is simple: you’re dead center in a protective diamond while Levi’s black stallion charges in the lead. This was a non-negotiable decision, unanimously agreed upon by your Scout colleagues.

Your safety, as they claim, is their top priority.

(The mission, as you'd argue, should be their top priority instead.)

And after yesterday's argument, you still feel sour. Devastated. Low, like their efforts don't really mean much.

Lack of sleep can get your comrades killed.

Why would he say that? Did Levi do something wrong when you were still yourself?

Through supper and well into the evening hours, you're stuck on that very question. Every word, every syllable, is loaded.

Lack of sleep can get your comrades killed. Don’t repeat past mistakes.

Just thinking about it breaks your skin into a cold sweat.

(Was it not Levi who fucked up, but you?)

You can’t ask.

Levi managed to avoid group breakfast in the crawling dawn, out of sight and out of mind until the agreed upon expedition hour — 06:00 hours — came to a head.

"How big is it?" Eld asks, squinting against the sun.

"Three meters at most," Levi states.

“I got this,” Eld promises, breaking formation at Levi’s right hand as his horse gallops to the right side of the diamond.

The decorated steed veers into the east, before a burst of life ignites the wires of Eld's ODM gear.

He latches onto the nearby tree trunks, zipping through the field to eliminate the problem.

“Show off,” Oluo huffs.

You continue riding along with the rest of the group, watching as the three-meter titan goes down without much of a fight. Eld uses the fallen body to latch into its skin, zipping back towards the group with ease.

Killing titans is easy.

Predicting where they might come from is where it gets tricky.

It’s like this for hours — spotting rogue titans, mostly under five meters, mindlessly wandering the fields of what used to be. The squad takes turns destroying the humanoid creatures, giving everyone ample opportunity to get their blades wet.

Everyone but you.

After yesterday’s fight, you’re too scared to ask Levi why — so you keep your mouth shut.

The tension is palpable despite your best efforts; Petra gives a look every few kilometers, curious as to why you have yet to speak up or participate in sporadic conversation. In your peripheral vision you see the way her round eyes scrutinize your face, nose scrunched in interest.

You only stare ahead at the tail of Levi’s horse.

“How much further until we set up camp, Captain?” Gunther calls from the back of the diamond.

“A few kilometers,” Levi supplies. “We’ll tend to the horses and set up a watch rotation for the night.”

“Calling dibs on second!” Oluo shouts to your left.

Petra’s head whips to the side, her arm raising to signal the rest of the group. “Another three-meter on my side! Want James to take it, Captain?”

She must see it. She must notice how you’re itching to get into the action, to prove your worth on the team.

You stare ahead, blinking up to the undercut disappearing and reappearing from the whip of raven-black hair.

Mentally, you try to form a psychic link.

Let me, you beg. Let me show everyone that I’m not a waste of space. Let me show you that I’m still me, whoever she is.

Levi takes a moment to think about it before speaking.

“Gunther, take it down.”

You deflate, your fists loosening on the reigns of your horse.

You could do it — break formation and ignite your ODM gear — but that runs the risk of slamming into Petra if she doesn’t duck.

The diamond has, quite literally, trapped you in.

Gunther doesn’t hesitate to act. With the sharp whiz of his ODM wires, the man abandons his horse at the back of the formation. His blades extend from their rectangular sheaths.

Within minutes, the titan goes down with a wail.

To not run into any abnormal titans so far is only a blessing — but the nearing forest, dense with tree trunks and overgrown bushels of leaves, is anything but.

You don’t need to remember how this goes to know the forest is a death trap.

Still, the tall trunks will provide ample vantage point for the nearing evening.

Levi holds a fist up at the mouth of the clearing, causing all horses to cease. Their puffs of exhaustion mix with the serene ambience of chirping birds and singing crickets.

It’s hard to forget how easily a titan can sneak in for a meal here.

“Set up a shelter and start a fire,” Levi orders, hopping off of his black stallion to turn towards the group. His eyes connect with every squad member — everyone but you. “We’ll stay here for the night and push on in the morning.”

“Captain,” you blurt, the intrusive thought hitting your tongue well before you can stop it.

Levi continues his air of boredom, but his eyes belatedly glance towards you. “What is it, Lieutenant?”

Your eyes connect.

Your stomach churns with transparent butterflies.

“Since everyone else spent the day taking down titans, I volunteer first watch,” you state.

“Denied,” Levi answers.

Your eyes widen a fraction of an inch. “What?”

“I always take the first watch.”

Like you’re supposed to know that already. Your body flushes with embarrassment.

“But I—”

“Actually, Captain, the time that’s spent with the rest of us resting could benefit James’ understanding of the mission,” Petra chirps as she dismounts her horse, rubbing at her stiff wrists. “I think James has been eager to help. And if she’s taking first watch with you, then we know she’s in good hands.”

You whip your attention towards her, shocked she spoke up at all.

The men grunt with approval of the redhead’s offer, stretching their limbs to relieve some of the long ride’s aches.

Captain Levi’s expression darkens, but he doesn’t say anything.

Petra doesn’t look your way, not when she’s already turned six shades paler with worry that she overstepped with Levi. Instead she pretends to look around at the nature surrounding the group.

She disappears into the middle of the group, decidedly fussing over the makeshift fire Oluo has started with dry twigs and other nearby supplies.

Had she meant to do that? Question Levi's comfort? It doesn’t seem like it.

Either way, you’re now trapped with two very real facts:

One, you’re taking the first watch of your first real expedition.

And two, you’re doing so with Levi, who cannot back out without arousing suspicion.

A wire whizzes above your head.

With that, Levi Ackerman disappears from view into the tall, tall trees.

You rearrange your cloak, mindful of how heavy the blade sheaths are at your hips, before igniting your ODM gear to follow. Wind whips against your face, cool and crisp.

From up here, you can see everything: the vast field leading back to Wall Rose, the dilapidated buildings of a civilization that once was, the life that found a way where titans cannot reach.

It would be peaceful if you were up here alone, but you’re not.

Levi is already crouched by the time you reach the highest branch. Beneath your feet is a massive expanse of flat wood, likely hundreds of years old.

The heels of your boot click when you float down onto its surface.

The captain says nothing.

For a few agonizing minutes, it stays that way. Birds chirp. Fireflies float. Cloaks billow.

This is going to be the longest watch of your life.

Sitting down on the flat trunk-like branch, you run your tongue against the seam of your lips.

You shouldn’t—

You can’t—

But you do.

“Y'know, we have to talk eventually.”

Your voice, echoing gently at this high altitude, surprises even yourself. A part of you wishes you could take it back, to keep your mouth shut, but another part?

Another part knows the entire expedition can’t last like this.

Captain Levi stands from his casual kneel. “No, we don’t.”

You sigh with exhaustion, but it isn’t from the grueling ride out to the forest. “I didn’t act out my memory maliciously, Levi.”

“At the moment, you will address me as Captain.”

Your eyes connect with the gray of his. His voice is hollow.

“Seriously?” you mumble.

His brow quirks. “Am I laughing?”

This? This is fucking ridiculous.

Rising to stand, you brush off rogue specs of leaf from your uniform.

“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten you so freaked out, but I thought you would enjoy the surprise, Captain.” You dislike how angry you sound, but you are — angry. Mad, that he won’t speak to you clearly about the situation. “As far as I could tell, it was a happy memory for me.”

“A happy memory or not, it wasn’t appropriate,” Levi snaps. “Sneak-attacking what you remember and what you don’t doesn’t—”

“It wasn’t a sneak attack!” you protest in a yelp.

“It is.” He argues. “It was. Because I need to know how to act accordingly around you—”

“Captain—”

“—and being launched into what used to be doesn’t help.”

Into what used to be.

How to act accordingly around you.

A larger bird than the blue jays in the area coos overhead — possibly an owl, hooting as the night takes over the sky.

The tension can be cut with a knife as Levi stares at you, and you stare back. You try fitting the puzzle pieces together without saying a word.

Why does he have to act a certain way around you?

Does this have to do with what happened on the supply building roof at headquarters?

“Captain,” you slowly start, choosing to remain civil. Respectful. “I apologize — for catching you off guard, for not fully understanding the gravity of the situation. I recognize that you and I have history, whatever that might really be.”

There.

History — recognition flickers in his gaze.

Commander Erwin’s words come flooding back to the forefront of your memory:

I had anticipated this… situation to be a bit of a shock to him.

The spars. The special treatment. The way he sat with you on that roof.

You remember looking up at Commander Erwin with surprise when he asked if Levi had visited you during your recovery within Trost Headquarters; the way he appeared surprised when you told him that Levi never once showed; the moment he made you question everything.

We returned two weeks ago from the expedition. I assumed he would have at least attempted once.

You were surveying the cadet training, sir, you told him.

I was, Commander Erwin confirmed, but he wasn’t.

Then where the hell was Levi, if not with Erwin?

“You’re taking the second watch,” Levi decides with an abruptness that catches you completely off guard. “Ask Eld to cover you.”

His words are a cold splash of water to the face. “Wait, are you serious?” Levi is expressionless. “No. No, Captain, I am not leaving.”

There is a hint of anger in his clipped question.

“Are you disobeying direct orders?”

“That wasn’t a direct order, sir,” you reply. “You never ordered me. You only told me. There’s a distinct difference.”

His eyes narrow. “Don’t be a smartass.”

Except the murmur is a thinly-veiled threat and nothing more.

Somehow you’re confident enough about it that you take a few steps into the wide gap between you.

“You said you wouldn’t shut me out,” you urge softly, hoping to spark his own memory in your panic. “I made a mistake and I am sorry for it, but—”

“No, shithead, what I said is that you need to leave.”

You frown. “But why? Why can’t we talk?”

“Disobeying orders and questioning your superior. Are you trying to rack up all possible offenses in one night?”

“You are not my superior, Levi. Not technically. Captain, Lieutenant, it’s all arbitrary bullshit Erwin made up.” Your eyes squint to narrow slits as your frustration climbs. He doesn’t correct you when you sneer at his first name. “I am trying to understand why you became so freaked out over a silly move I pulled when we were teenagers—”

“Enough.”

“—and why saying some silly phrase like dirty trick is such a big deal to you so I don’t make the same mistake again in the future!” you continue. “Because if I missed something? Because if that moment of us in the Underground is linked to something bad that I’m not remembering, since it feels pretty good to me when I say it—”

“I said enough,” Levi barks.

Something ignites in you to step forward, teeth bared.

“Don’t talk down to me like a fucking cadet, Levi.”

A flinch of muscle is all you need to see to know that Levi is as surprised as you to hear the acidic swear on the tip of your tongue — both brows move north from their neutral position, and suddenly the air feels thick.

“Is that not what you are?” he challenges, low and dangerous as he mirrors your step forward. “Because last I checked, you were barely a Scout anymore. You were just some dumbass with a fucked up memory.”

The insult stings its intended target.

You wince, but hold your ground.

“Now you’re saying shit to hurt me because you’re scared.”

“I’m not.”

“Levi, you’re being mean,” you murmur. “You hate not having control. I get that. I hate not having control over my own head, but you don’t get to be an asshole so you can feel better about a fucked-up situation.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do, and I’m tired of you pretending I don’t. Hiding away from me doesn’t protect me.”

You trudge closer towards your captain, but he bridges the gap for you: one step of his boot and he’s eye-to-eye with you, here, in the middle of this clearing.

The green flecks in the gray of his eyes bring some sickening softness to your belly, quelling a fraction of the fire within. It reminds you of summertime and darkness. A dichotomy of things you once loved — and things that once scared you.

Levi stares head on, seemingly disinterested in your psychological assessment.

Yet when your eyes drop to his arms, you see the most obvious tell of all: his fists are pale, fingers gripped in white-knuckled balls of restraint.

So you ask the first question that comes to mind, throwing caution to the wind:

“Are you afraid I’m gonna actually die this time?”

By the sound of his breath hitching in his throat, it’s safe to assume your question has caught Humanity’s Strongest off guard.

Painfully earnest, your words are woven in a confusion threatening to choke the life out of you.

And Levi — Levi is four shades of enraged, glaring straight through you.

“I don’t give a shit if you live,” Levi corrects with a snarl.

“You don’t?”

“No.”

“Then allow me to keep the first watch,” you reason. “And second. And third, because if you don’t give a shit, then who cares, right? I'll be tired. Maybe a titan will take me out so you can stop having to deal with my insufferable ass.”

“No.”

Your chin tilts. “But you said you don’t—”

“Why do you want to die so fucking bad?” he shouts, his spit hitting your cheek. “Why bother coming back to me if all you wanted to do was throw away your second chance?”

He realizes a second too late what he’s said —

— what he’s done.

For a man who’s spent the better half of the hour telling you he isn’t scared, that he doesn’t care, Levi Ackerman looks absolutely terrified as he stands speechless in the aftermath of his own wrongdoing.

For minutes neither of you move. Neither of you look away.

Something dark brews behind Levi’s stormy eyes as you watch with unshakeable shock.

What can you say to go back twenty seconds?

The damage has already been done.

You both know it.

Your stomach sinks in sickening foresight.

“Forget it,” he dismisses.

No.

“Levi.”

He’s turning.

“Levi.”

You don’t know why you reach out, but your hands claw at his sleeve to stop him. He continues to turn.

Desperation takes your hand from his shoulder to his face, and quickly your palm paws at his cheek to pull him back.

He presses hard against your palm, fighting its hold, but you manage to bring his face close to yours in a rushed exhale.

Levi breathes heavily through his nose, nostrils flared and eyes downcast.

"James." It's hardly a murmur.

“Don’t,” you beg under your breath. “Don’t shut me out.”

What are you doing?

He remains locked in place, all his limbs taut. He doesn’t, however, fling you from his body.

You keep his face caged between your hands.

“You said you wouldn’t shut me out.”

“James—”

His voice is different. Huskier.

Is that a plea?

You shake your head wildly, overcome with fright.

“Don’t shut me out,” you croak once more. “Please don’t leave and shut me out.”

The angle of Levi’s face serpentines from where he was running to come back to you.

Your faces collide, nose to nose.

His hot breath spans across your face in shaken puffs.

"Don't leave and shut me out," you repeat, voice cracking.

His head shakes, causing his nose to nuzzle yours.

“Won’t—”

“Please don’t leave me,” you repeat on the verge of crying.

His voice drops to a whisper, a prayer.

“Never—”

“Don’t leav—”

Your lips close, pressed together by something soft and warm. The sound dies muffled.

As if held hostage by your own body, you tense when a pair of warm hands encircle your head, pulling you closer to a softness in contrast of your desperation.

You blink once and see it.

Levi’s eyes are screwed shut, brows painfully knit together, as his lips move against yours. A boot shuffles, angling the scent of his sweat to engulf you.

Instinctively your fingertips curl around his head, digging into his cheeks when you kiss back with profound starvation.

Spurred by your actions, a ragged exhale causes his lips press harder. The thumbs against your face run absently along your skin, as if to quell the anxiety plaguing your mind.

You pull him impossibly closer, matching the intensity of the kisses.

As if you're drowning.

As if it's been forever.

The tip of his tongue flicks against your lower lip. Wordlessly it requests consent, and your lips part eagerly to comply. He takes the opportunity and runs with it as his tongue seeks yours for salvation, gliding with practiced ease.

Inadvertently you whimper from the contact.

The sound is enough to yank him clear from your ironclad grip, dragging your nails across his face.

Gray eyes meet yours with a swirl of emotion — awe, uncertainty, dread — with lips pinker than before.

Your hands remain in the air from where you had him.

Red streaks line the sides of his face like hastily-drawn whiskers.

All you can do is stare.

Levi Ackerman has never looked so vulnerable.

“I order you,” he finally says, voice wrecked, “to tell Eld to accompany me for the first watch.”

You finally breathe, hands dropping unceremoniously to your sides.

"Yes, sir," you obey on autopilot.

He doesn’t need to say it twice.

You spin on a heel.

Your ODM gear ignites back to life.

author note: ...remember when i said i had a scene written for forever? tehee.

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How the Brothers react to you riding them, Lucifer

Pretty much All Porn/No Plot, so minors be warned (and stay out)

Content: cowgirl and switches to missionary, praise, sub! reader, bondage, use of "good girl," slightly condescending Lucifer, slightly mean Lucifer, creampie, mild cum play

These are all my own head canons. Don't be mean about it.

Asmo Levi Mammon Beel Belphie Satan

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

Headcanons:

I know for a fact this man is packing. You can't tell me he doesn't have a dick that matches his pride. The literal incarnation of Vanity and Pride is not going to be small. You will need some prep first

Lucifer only lets you on top if you've been a really good girl

He can and WILL turn the tables on you if you're too slow or not working for it and put you on your back

On a slightly sillier note, Lucifer will put on some music to warn his brothers not to enter. It's usually classical music or jazz (don't ask me why, I just have a feeling). Blasting "Unholy" by Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras is also on the table (again, don't ask)

Oh? You wanted to ride him so badly, well, you're going to have work for it. Lucifer is going to lay back and watch you ride him, struggling to keep a fast pace like he demands. No, no, don't stop. You wanted this remember? There just no end in sight. He's a demon, what did you expect his stamina to be?

He likes watching your face twist up and your hips move up and down him, the sweat beading down your face and neck.

If he's in a particularly sadistic mood, Lucifer with tie your hands behind your back or hold your wrists

All that being said, Lucifer isn't a complete monster. He sees you working really hard on chasing that orgasm. You're doing so well, you're such a good girl for him. You're riding his cock perfectly. Yes, just like that.

Seeing as he probably has the most discipline out of all the brothers, I bet he can come for days. I'm not even joking. When I say that he could come for five minutes straight, I'm not exaggerating. Plus, he's a demon.

Hot. You felt so hot. Like, impossibly hot. You were naked as the day you were born, not a thing on you except Lucifer's tie wrapped around your wrists and binding your hands behind your back. Sweat beaded down the side of your face and neck like fat diamonds. Lucifer, beneath you, was equally undressed but looking cool as a cucumber. You straddled his hips. His cock buried inside you to the hilt.

Lucifer smirked up at you, laughing as you struggling to take him. He shifted his hips ever so slightly and made you whimper.

"What's the matter, MC?" Asked Lucifer. "You said you can take it?"

"I-I can." You whined.

"So do it, then. Ride me like you mean it," said Lucifer.

You bounced up and down his cock with renewed fervor. Your nails dug into your forearms, biting into your skin. You chewed on your bottom lip. Lucifer filled you up so nicely, so completely. The fit was snug even after having Lucifer eat you out and edge you for what felt like eternity. You shivered each time you slammed your hips down and took him all the way into your body. With that smug look on his face, Lucifer was of no help to you. After all, you wanted this, as he reminded you.

"L-Lucifer..."

"Yes, love?"

"Please...I need more. I want to come so bad."

"Oh? You want to come, do you?" Said Lucifer. He bucked his hips upwards.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as Lucifer rocked up into you. You panted and moaned for him. The music hiding your cries were a godsend, if the phrase could be pardoned at such a time and place. You'd be mortified if Lucifer's brothers heard you screaming out his name. Lucifer had classical music playing in the background as you fucked yourself on his cock. Nothing with lyrics to distract you from Lucifer's voice.

"Come on, MC. I know you can take it. I know you can take so much more than this. All you have to do is say the words."

You moved your hips up and down and to the rhythm Lucifer set. White-hot, scorching heat enveloped your brain. Gods, you needed to come so bad.

"L-Lucifer, please...please fuck me. Please, sir. I need it." You pleaded.

A broad, wicked smile crossed his face. "Good girl," said Lucifer.

In a flash, you were on your back and looking up at the ceiling. Lucifer came into your vision to tower over you when you're most vulnerable. Without ever pulling out, he started fucking you with wild abandon. Lucifer draped your legs over his shoulders. This position allowed him more access and reach deeper than before. He lifted your hips and lower back off the mattress, a small mercy on your hands tied behind you at the based of your spine. At least this way your body wasn't squishing your bound hands.

"May this be a lesson you remember, MC, about trying to biting off more than you can chew." Lucifer grunted as he slammed into you over and over.

Your toes curled as he pounded you into the mattress. You couldn't help but squeeze your eyes shut while Lucifer instilled in you inhuman pleasure. Nobody else could have you the way he did. Lucifer ruined all others, and perhaps that was his goal all along. He didn't demand you look at him like he usually did when he had you in the throws of orgasmic bliss. The fact that you didn't have to see him to acknowledge who you belonged to. Your body spoke for itself as you clenched down on his thick cock. You drenched Lucifer's cock and his sheets. You finished with the loudest, most lewd scream.

Lucifer still fucked you while you turned into a limp rag doll for him. You watched him chase his own high. His cock spread you open, your juices already making a mess of him. He gripped your hips. His nails bit into your skin. A surge of power summoned his true form. Lucifer sprouted horns and four ink-black wings. A diamond formed between his brows. He opened his mouth to grunt and moan, revealing small fangs where blunt teeth used to be.

Like this, he was worse than an animal inside you. A demon's stamina went unmatched and they had little sense for the weaknesses of their mortal partners. Like this, Lucifer lost himself. He was driven by this innate desire to possess you in totality. The perfect diamond in the middle of his forehead was unwrinkled though his brows formed a sharp V-shape. Lucifer's looked almost bestial.

You clenched your knees around his head. A challenge. Lucifer reached underneath you and grabbed your shoulders from behind. Your bodies collided with little space between. Lucifer plastered you to his bed as he rocked his cock deep and fast inside your body. That smug look of his was replaced by a snarling mouth uttering things you wouldn't repeat to anyone.

"Don't think for a second..." Lucifer grunted. "That you're in control here. You're my human. I control everything. I'm the master here, and don't you dare forget that!"

There was nowhere for you to go even if you wanted to. Lucifer rutted into you while his wings shielded you from the lights in his room. The music seemed to grow louder and more dramatic. Lucifer leaned down and sunk his teeth into your neck. Your back arched off the bed, leaving just your shoulders pressed into the mattress. Pleasure surged through your body again. A tightly wound-up spring snapped again. If you were able, you would have scraped Lucifer's back between his wings with your nails. Your toes curled so much that your feet cramped up and the pain shot up your leg to your ankle.

"LUCIFER!" You screamed as the orchestral music reached its crescendo.

Lucifer licked up the bit of blood he drew out from your flesh. Satisfied with his mark, he pumped more gently. The demon was tamed, for now.

"Good girl, good girl," Lucifer chanted.

His hips faltered, his eyes screwed tight, and his body went rigid. Lucifer grunted as he finished inside you. He marked you from the inside with his come spreading like a warm blanket in your lower belly. Lucifer took his sweet time pulling out after releasing rope after rope of come deep inside. His eyes widened a bit as he watched your cunt spill some of it out. Lucifer pushed back inside what tried to escape while kissing you deep. You writhed beneath him and moaned. You rocked your hips against his fingers, almost taking them inside your cunt.

"That's my girl," he cooed in your ear. "Always hungry for me. Shall we go again?"

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