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Women of Abbott Elementary Having a Crush on You (Headcanons)

A/N: I hope I did these ladies some justice because I love them all very dearly. If you guys would like more Abbott content, please let me know! Headcanons are under the cut

Ava Coleman

✧･ﾟ The most obviously flirtatious out of everyone here

✧･ﾟThe moment she sees you, she knows you’re fine and she wants a piece of you

✧･ﾟ And whatever Ava Coleman wants, she gets

✧･ﾟShe’d come to the teacher’s lounge every morning just to say good morning and tease you

✧･ﾟGregory Eddie who?

✧･ﾟEver since you got to the school, any time he speaks when you’re in the room she completely ignores him or tells him to be quiet

✧･ﾟCalls you a whole bunch of nicknames like baby girl, princess, sugar boo, etc

✧･ﾟWhen you walk away, she’s always staring off after you and proceeds to tell the rest of the staff how gorgeous you are

✧･ﾟIt gets annoying and uncomfortable for them when she’s constantly like “I hate to see her leave but i love watching her walk away. That body was blessed by Beyonce herself, damn.”

✧･ﾟYou become the first person to know any of her shenanigans

✧･ﾟAlways calls you into her office and says it’s important, but really she just wants your opinions on her amazon orders

✧･ﾟLittle do you know she’s just keeping tabs on what you like so she can shower you in surprise gifts here and there

✧･ﾟYou catch little moments of her being really genuine, and while she’d usually brush them off with the others, she lets them linger when she’s with you

✧･ﾟThat’s how you know she’s got it bad for you, when she breaks that composure and shows you the vulnerability that she doesn’t let anyone else see

✧･ﾟWhen she catches on that you’re into her just as much, she definitely doesn’t see a point in waiting anymore

✧･ﾟNo one’s around when she asks and she definitely hovers over you when she asks you out

✧･ﾟMaybe leaning up against the door frame/wall with one arm up to make sure you don’t run off, or she circles you like a vulture- anything to make sure you stay right where she wants you

✧･ﾟ“Look, baby, you know we got this Kate/Leo Titanic thing going on. Let me take you out. We can see where this goes.”

✧･ﾟIn which she takes you on the date of a LIFETIME, the rest is history

Barbara Howard

✧･ﾟBarbara Howard is a lady of class. She takes her time with things, even if she wants something very badly

✧･ﾟBut with that, she wants to make sure that she does everything *right* and with precision

✧･ﾟWhen you started working, she didn’t seem to notice you much. She made sure to be polite and endearing when she needed to be, but nothing more than that

✧･ﾟThen, you started making light conversation. You’d even made her laugh a few times, and when you got her on a tangent about gardening or about her favorite music, she noticed something change

✧･ﾟShe certainly looked at you different and she was sure that she liked you much more now than most of the teachers, maybe as much as she liked Melissa

✧･ﾟSo much so that she started to invite you to sit at her lunch table, and she’d make sure to stop by your room every afternoon to check on you while her students were at recess

✧･ﾟPeople knew it was serious when she went out of her way to do so

✧･ﾟEveryone whispered and drew their theories, but Melissa would be the one to ask in which Barbara Howard would admit… Yes, she liked you more than a coworker.

✧･ﾟWhen she’d realized even more what she liked about you, her affection grew stronger and she started doing little things for you like giving advice on how to deal with difficult children, offering you a hug here and there whenever you needed one, offering to join her during her nail appointments between school hours if you were feeling particularly overwhelmed, and there were even a few times that she’d stood up to people for you that caught the others and yourself completely off guard

✧･ﾟAnd every time that happened, she’d turn right around and that hard exterior would melt. She’d immediately go soft for you and make sure you were okay and that you weren’t hurt

✧･ﾟBarbara would really wanna tell you at the absolute perfect time, but of course, life doesn’t really work out that way

✧･ﾟShe’d probably save it for something big, like at the Christmas party she and Melissa always have together and she’s even planning it so that it really really means something

✧･ﾟBut it definitely would just go completely wrong and there would be plenty of mishaps that would get her frustrated enough to retreat back into her room

✧･ﾟIn which you’d seek her out and knock on her door to ask her what was wrong

✧･ﾟShe’d close the door behind you and the lights would be dim since it was after school hours and she’d reach for your hand very delicately to say,

✧･ﾟ“Y/N… Sweetheart, I- I like you very much. And in more than a professional coworker way. You are everything I’ve been looking for, and I’d like to take you out to dinner sometime.” There would definitely be a moment of silence between the two of you before she’d start second guessing herself once again and say, “I’m very sorry if I’ve crossed any boundaries. I should’ve never said anything at all.”

✧･ﾟYou’d have to tell her that you liked her too almost immediately or else the whole thing would be called off. When you did admit your feelings, though, she’d smile very softly and hold you closer, maybe she’d even give you a very soft kiss to your cheek

✧･ﾟShe wouldn’t even ask you where you wanted to go or what to do because she has had the perfect date planned out for MONTHS, but you’d love it regardless. Barbara Howard knows exactly how to make things perfect always.

Janine Teagues

✧･ﾟSweet baby angel Janine is so obvious when she has a crush

✧･ﾟSeriously, the minute she first saw you she was like *heart eyes motherfucker*

✧･ﾟShe’d be really sweet and would be the first to welcome you to Abbott, and would probably ramble your ear off about the other teachers, advice to deal with the students, and then would have a whole bunch of questions about you

✧･ﾟShe’s like the personification of sunshine whenever she sees you and it’s adorable

✧･ﾟEvery morning, she’d make sure to say hello to you and would hype you up like

✧･ﾟ“We’re gonna have a great day today, Y/N!” and would try to high five you

✧･ﾟLots of unintentional innuendos when she’s trying to be wholesome, to which she’ll listen to herself and then immediately be like “I didn’t- Ya know what, I gotta go-”

✧･ﾟAlways sits next to you at lunch and tells you everything that’s going on with her day

✧･ﾟAnd vice versa, she’d listen to everything going on in your world and offer you support and validation because to her, you deserve every last bit of it

✧･ﾟWhen Melissa had her over for cooking lessons, she’d bring you leftovers from the next day because she’s always thinking about things she can do for you

✧･ﾟJacob would finally be the one to tell her she needed to go for it, and she’d be incredibly nervous to tell you (as if you don’t already know)

✧･ﾟShe’d probably find you walking out at the end of the day and would pull you aside right out of the school and say something like

✧･ﾟ“Okay- Okay, this is scary and weird, but I’m just gonna do it, okay?” She’d take a deep breath and very quickly admit, “I like you a lot, Y/N. And it’s okay if you don’t like me back- We can just stay friends! I don’t want to ruin everything we have, but I also can’t ignore that I really *really* like you a lot, I’m just really sorry if that’s weird or overbearing-”

✧･ﾟTo which you would cut her off and admit that you liked her too

✧･ﾟShe’d give you the BIGGEST, prettiest and goofiest smile you’d ever seen her wear in all the time you’d known her

✧･ﾟDefinitely would be kinda awkward because she wasn’t expecting to get this far, but she’d make sure to plan a very cute, personal date with you full of the fluffiest romance

Melissa Schemmenti

✧･ﾟWhere to begin with Melissa Schemmenti

✧･ﾟWhen she likes someone, she knows it and she has every intention of winning them over. Out of all the women (even Ava), Melissa has the absolute most game

✧･ﾟThe moment you arrive she knows that she thinks you're cute. It only gets better the longer she talks to you and the more she gets to know you

✧･ﾟDefinitely calls you little pet names like “hon”, “sweetheart”, “angel”, the works

✧･ﾟShe’d always be knocking on your door during her breaks and invade your classroom while you were teaching, just smiling ear to ear to see you in your element with the kids

✧･ﾟShe’d also wait for you in the halls before classes, before breaks, and before it was time for the end of the day. She always insists on walking you out to your car to make sure no one tries any funny business with you

✧･ﾟWhenever she got her fancy latte in the morning, she’d always bring you one just to cheer you up

✧･ﾟAnd any time you were having a hard day, she’d be the first to find you to offer you comfort. Sometimes that meant telling you a weird Schemmenti family story that sounded unreal, other times it was cute joke, and when it was dire, she’d make sure to offer you sweet words of affection and try to let you know how wonderful you are to build you right back up

✧･ﾟPeople would know it was getting real because Melissa would absolutely start getting territorial over you

✧･ﾟIf someone so much as breathed around you and it *seemed* like they were interested, she’d start that growling and pacing back and forth like a menacing linebacker

✧･ﾟIt would get to a point where she couldn’t take it anymore knowing that you weren’t officially hers that she’d find you after everyone was gone from school, maybe in your classroom once Mr. Johnson left for the day

✧･ﾟYou’d ask her what was wrong and she wouldn’t waste any time making her way right up to you and kissing you right on the lips, caressing over your hair sweetly just to drive it home even more

✧･ﾟShe’d say something like “I like you. I like you a lot, actually, and I think you should come to my place for dinner this week… If you’re interested.”

✧･ﾟAnd how could you say no to her after a kiss like that? FIND MORE GAY SHIT HERE

#melissa schemmenti x reader #barbara howard x reader #ava coleman x reader #janine teagues x reader #abbott elementary headcanons #wlw imagine #hope this turned out okay!

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psychovigilantewrites · 4 months

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Sunshine's Shadow

Pairing: Jason Todd/Reader, Dick Grayson/Reader Genre: Slow burn smut? Porn with plot? Like eventually??? Word Count: 7,600 Read on Ao3 Part 1 of 2. Summary: You had powers of darkness that made you feel unwanted your whole life. Jason Todd was the first person to convince you that your darkness was sunshine. After his death, you went to Dick for comfort and started a relationship with him. And then, Jason came back. A/N:

I'm practicing writing again to prepare myself for the last chapter of Red Who? I'm not too happy with how I wrote this, but I'm hoping to start improving again along the way as I write and learn all over again. Also, I am not familiar with Titans! I know Jason never really joined? I just winged it I'm so sorry. I also aged up Jason's death here. I think the timeline is a bit messy pls forgive me.

Jason knocked on your door.

“Come in,” he heard your soft, muffled voice.

You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone. You had soft instrumental music playing in your room. The table lamp was switched on on your bedside table, but the room was still dark.

“We’re getting ready for a spooky movie tonight,” Jason said, closing the door behind him and approaching you. “Care to join us this time?”

Your eyes darted from your phone to his, and you pursed your lips in hesitation.

“No thank you, I’m fine here,” you said and brought your attention back to your phone.

Jason sighed loudly and sat on the edge of your bed.

“Why don’t you ever join us?” he asked, “We’re the Teen Titans. We’re a team. You should join us for more team stuff besides official missions.”

You simply stared at Jason. He sensed that you had more to say but was hesitating opening up. So he got up and sat next to you. “You can tell me.”

“The room is dark, isn’t it?” you asked.

The question surprised Jason. “I mean, I guess? So what?”

“That’s me, Jason. You know how my powers work. This- this curse. The shadow I emit makes everything dark and gloomy, even if it’s a sunny day outside. And no one likes someone who brings darkness in a room,” you avoided his eyes and started picking at a hangnail on your finger.

“That’s why you won’t hang out with us?” he couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought you hated us or something.”

“What?” you looked at him incredulously, “How could I? I was afraid that you all hate me for being so depressing.”

“Has anyone told you that before?” Jason asked. He didn’t know much about where you came from, but he knew that you went to a lot of different schools and orphanages. An outsider, not unlike himself.

“The kids were always scared of me,” you confessed quietly, “They refused to play with me. That was fine, but then soon after they would bully me. Make fun of me, push me down, kick me. Reminded me again and again that I was a freak.”

For some reason, Jason always had the urge to protect you, even though you were slightly older than he was. Now that urge was stronger and he wanted to hurt anyone who hurt you, to shield you from all that negativity.

“Well,” he began, “I don’t know about those assholes, but whenever I see you, I never saw darkness.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Really!” he insisted, “I see a girl who likes to read, and who likes music. I see you smile whenever Roy and Jackson bicker. And when Wally does that thing where he starts vibrating when he eats? And on the field? The way you protect everyone, the way we can all trust that you have our backs.”

Jason held your eyes. “I don’t see any darkness. In fact, I see sunshine! Because whenever you’re around, it makes us all feel warm and safe.”

He saw the way you were trying hard to not let the tears brimming your eyes fall. “You’re not lying.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“Of course I’m not,” he confirmed. “Have I ever lied to you?”

“I guess not,” you sniffled, “I can tell when people lie. And you have never lied to me.”

“What do you mean you can tell when people lie?”

“I don’t know. It’s sort of always been a thing I could do,” you shrugged, “I don’t join in conversations, so I just observe people, and I can sort of tell what they’re thinking or when they’re lying.”

“Ah, I think I know a thing or two about that,” Jason smiled fondly.

“Thank you, Jason,” you expressed.

“No problem, Sunny,” he grinned, “I’ll call you that from now on. To remind you.”

Jason thought that he saw you blush in the dim light. “So what do you think? Wanna join us for spooky night? I mean, your shadow would even be helpful. It’ll create the spooky ambience we’re all looking for.”

“Is there popcorn?” you grinned.

***

You dumbass, you thought.

The rain had you soaked and shivering.

Jason Todd, you absolute asshole.

The smell of wet dirt was overpowering. Your team stood with you despite your shadow engulfing them in darkness. Roy had his hand on your shoulder.

The white petals stuck to the polished wooden casket as it was lowered into the ground. Your heart had already broke, and you had gone through the stages of breaking down, sobbing uncontrollably, not being able to sleep for a week after they told you the news. Right now, you felt nothing but emptiness.

The casket hit the ground with a dull thud, and you heard the wet footsteps of others leaving the grave. You looked up at the crowd. Dressed in black, you saw some familiar faces. Clark Kent and Diana Prince were with Bruce Wayne, standing in solidarity. A fiery red color caught your eyes, and you saw whom you knew as Starfire. Tall, confident, and radiating with a soft warm glow- everything that you wished you were. She was next to Dick Grayson, and your eyes made contact with blue ones, ones that reminded you of Jason.

Dick gave you a sad smile.

“I heard you’re not going to continue with the Titans anymore,” Dick broke the silence. The rain was still pouring, pounding on the glass window of the car. “Where do I drop you off?”

“East End, along Murphy Avenue,” you replied. You watched two droplets on the window fall down, racing against each other. “I have some boxes left in the Tower, but I don’t feel like seeing them today.”

“Are you going to be okay on your own? You’re not even 18 yet.”

“I’m turning 18 in three months,” you rolled your eyes. “And I already got a job.”

“Oh? That was quick. What job?”

“Private investigator,” you responded, “Lot’s of scandals in Gotham. It’s quite easy to get a job if you’re half decent.”

“Pay well?”

“Well enough.”

Silence again. Dick made a turn.

No word was said until he stopped in front of the apartment complex. Unknown to you, Dick made a mental note to check the apartment out.

“Thanks, Dick.” Something stopped you from leaving the car. Something warm. Ah, it was Dick’s hand on yours.

You looked over and stared into his bright blue eyes. “I’m here for you. Anytime of the day or night. Text me, call me, whatever. You’re not alone.”

It was his expression. The pain and grief and sincerity in his eyes. A hint of desperation, even. By now, your talent for reading people had developed, and you could tell more than just basic emotions. Dick didn’t want you to leave him alone.

Your pulse quickened.

“Would you… Like to come in?” you asked.

Dick was surprised. His eyes darted downwards in a look of… guilt? And then- “No, it’s alright. You said you wanted some alone time. Go settle down first, then maybe you can give me a house tour sometime.”

Then he gave you the grin. Dick Grayson’s charming, heart-stopping grin.

You left the car.

THREE MONTHS AFTER THE DEATH OF JASON TODD

You spent your birthday alone, ignoring the invitations from your ex team members. They all wished you happy birthday, and sent you voice notes of them singing. They said they wished you were there with them, and that they hoped you were well. You replied with a simple thank you.

The apartment you made yours was bare. The walls had no art, and the TV was unplugged. What was the point? Your darkness would have made the art on the walls difficult to see and it was not like you were planning to invite anyone over.

A couple of case files sat neatly on the dining room table, where you did your work. Your name had spread by word of mouth after your first client three months ago, and now you occasionally received texts from unknown numbers, asking for discretion and offering a few hundred dollars a day for a week of work.

Your phone buzzed. It wasn’t an unknown number this time.

Dick had sent you a text. Happy Birthday! Still waiting for that house tour.

You sent a quick thank you and ignored the rest of the message.

SIX MONTHS after the death of Jason Todd

You arrived late on purpose. “Sorry I’m late.”

You sat down in the booth seat opposite Dick and saw the way his eyes lit up when you announced your arrival.

“No worries,” he brushed it off. “Thanks for coming.”

“Yeah,” you grabbed the dirty menu from the table. Anything to fill up the awkwardness you were expecting. “What do you usually have here?”

“Waffles with ice cream.”

“For dinner?”

“Why not?”

Dick Grayson gave you his Dick Grayson Grin.

You told the aging waitress your order- “I’ll have what he’s having.��

“So how have you been doing? You seem quite busy now, since this dinner was postponed to two months later,” he teased.

“My work isn’t exactly nine to five, five days a week,” you replied curtly. You had avoided this dinner on purpose.

“No, no, I get it. Mine is the same,” he said. “It’s good that you have been getting lots of clients lately. You seem to be high in demand now.”

“Yeah, I am, actually,” you smiled softly to yourself, “I didn’t expect for business to move this fast. I’m mostly investigating cheating spouses and party daughters now, though. Hoping to move on to the more serious stuff.”

“Careful,” Dick warned you, frowning slightly, “Try not to get involved with the politics here. It’s messy, and dangerous.”

“I can take care of myself, Dick,” you assured him.

He paused. “Yeah, I noticed,” his expression quickly changed, “You’ve been controlling your shadow.”

Indeed, you have been working on pulling in your shadow while you were out in public, making it seem as normal as possible so you don’t engulf rooms with darkness, especially with your current state of mind.

Soon after Jason died, you found out that your shadow had grown larger and larger, directly linked to your moods. Then you noticed that it shrank when you were concentrating on your cases, leaving the room bright. So you meditated and practiced, day and night, to keep your shadow and your emotions in check. However, it was tiring to constantly shrink it for long periods of time.

“Practice makes perfect,” you replied bitterly.

“Jason used to talk about you all the time, you know?” he suddenly brought up.

This came as a surprise for you.

“Really?” you cocked your head to the side, “What about?”

“Lots of stuff,” Dick elaborated, “But mainly about how to make you feel more welcomed. How to get you to open up. What stuff to talk to you about. He considered you his best-friend.”

You had considered Jason the same. He was the first person you had truly bonded with, but you never knew that Jason had communicated with Dick about you. True enough, he always tried his best to make sure you never felt left out. You felt your throat tightened and gulped.

Your waffles arrived, and Dick immediately dug in.

“He said that he called you something,” he continued in between bites, “Sunny, right? Said it was short for Sunshine.”

You hadn’t heard that in six months.

Dick looked up at you and panic took over his face. “Shit- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your eyes this time. You quickly wiped them away and stabbed the waffle with your fork.

“No- no, it’s fine,” you insisted, “I just hadn’t heard that name in a while. And I didn’t know he talked to you about me.”

Dick looked at you with concern. “Pretty sure he had a crush on you, with the way he was always talking about you.”

You were pretty sure, too. You could read people well after all.

“What made you choose this diner?” you asked, changing the subject. “We used to come here all the time.”

“Yeah, I haven’t stepped in here since that day,” he avoided saying Jason’s name now.

For the first time since you sat down, you actually studied him, beyond the basic emotions that you instinctively saw in everyone. The slight frown, the dark circles under his eyes, the short chewed up nails, the five o’ clock shadow that was rare for Dick Grayson.

He was grieving alone.

“Whenever Jason faced a problem when he was with us, out in the field, or anything, he would always ask himself- ‘What would Dick Grayson do?’” you told him.

His eyes softened, and you could see tears start to well up too.

“He really looked up to you,” you went on, wanting to give Dick the same comfort he gave you. “His older brother. Though, he kept it quiet. He didn’t want people to notice how much he cared. You know, the whole tough guy act.”

Dick chuckled at that. “But you noticed, of course.”

“Of course,” you smiled fondly at the memory. When asked if his injuries hurt, Jason would always reply with Only when I laugh.

But he accepted the cold compresses and paracetamol you gave him.

12 MONTHS AFTER THE DEATH OF JASON TODD

The camera shutter clicked. You checked the quality of the photo on your digital SLR. Even from across the street and in the darkness of the night, your camera caught the couple entering the motel, hand-in-hand, perfectly. This would be sufficient evidence for your client. The classic case of Cheating Spouse was going to earn you a couple thousand dollars. Frankly, you had considered rejecting the case. You only went for high-profile scandals now. But the client was desperate, and offered a large sum of money for something so easy and simple. It was difficult to refuse.

You contemplated on whether you should go the extra mile to catch them in the act. Or maybe you should just stake out in your car and catch them coming out of the motel. You took pride in how detailed your reports always were, and that was how you managed to build your clientele.

You took a sip of the bad, black coffee, already gone cold.

Peering through the zoom lens, you angled the camera up to the rooms facing the street. The movement you caught, however, was not the lights of a room switching on. Instead, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow hanging about the fire-escape in the narrow alley next to the building. You zoomed in more, and saw a familiar blue and black spandex, white eyes, and a familiar grin.

“Fuck,” you swore to yourself. Of all the places to bump into him.

You had gotten close to him since that dinner. The both of you had been texting regularly, getting to know each other and sharing stories about Jason. It helped you with your grief, and you knew it helped him too. You found out that Dick Grayson was voluntarily very expressive with his emotions, unlike his late younger brother who always needed an extra nudge.

Despite all that, you had been trying your best to avoid Dick for the past few weeks and had been giving him the excuse that you were busy. The truth was, you were scared. You knew how close you were getting to him, and right now you were lonely. So lonely that you were afraid of doing something you would both regret.

Knock, knock, knock. The glass rapped three times.

You looked over at the passenger side and saw that grin. Sighing, you unlocked the door.

“What a nice surprise,” Dick greeted you as he shut the door. “Didn’t think I would see a beautiful lady when I left home tonight.”

You rolled your eyes at his usual flirting. “I’m on a job, Dick.”

“I can see that,” he shamelessly went through your case file that was sitting on the passenger seat before he entered. “I thought you don’t take these cases anymore?”

“The poor guy was desperate, and he offered a lot of money for a simple, menial task,” you explained. “I don’t get why he doesn’t ask someone cheaper. Literally anyone could do this.”

“But they can’t do it as well as you do,” Dick booped your nose with his gloved finger.

“What about you? What brings you to this side of town?”

“Tim needed help with some training. And patrol brings me everywhere, sweetheart,” he smirked.

You noticed that your body had subconsciously turned towards him. His eyes were not visible then, covered by the whites of his mask. He was slightly damp due to the drizzle outside.

You cleared your throat. “I’m going to stake out here until they come out. Note how long they were together.”

“That could be until the sun rises.”

“Yep.”

“Need company?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I thought you needed to patrol, and help Tim.”

“Ah, you’re right,” he sighed dramatically, “I’d much rather be in this steamy car with you, though.”

“Go and help your Robin, Dick,” you chuckled, unable to resist him. “Your mentee needs his mentor, Gotham needs its hero and you’re here cozying up with a PI.”

“How irresponsible of me,” he muttered. You hadn’t realized that both of you had moved closer.

You risked a quick glance to his slightly parted lips before tearing your eyes away. He was right, it had suddenly got steamy in the car.

“Text me when you’re back? It’s dangerous to be alone at this hour,” he said before stepping out and flying off in the most flamboyant, Dick Grayson way.

I can take care of myself.

You took deep breaths to calm down and slow your heartbeat.

Maybe you were scared that you were so lonely. But a part of you knew that starting something with Dick wouldn’t be too bad.

You were just scared of being judged by Dick’s dead, younger brother.

The next weekend, you found yourself on your balcony. It was 3 AM, and you were slightly tipsy from the cocktail you made yourself. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of the wind, the cars, the occasional police siren. You made your decision.

Need you. you texted Dick, knowing he was out on patrol.

15 minutes. he replied.

Jason was dead. There was no one else who understood and accepted you almost as well as Dick did.

You waited out there in the cold for his arrival. When he did land straight on your balcony, his hair was a mess and he was panting slightly. You grabbed his face and kissed him roughly.

It didn’t matter anymore because Jason was dead.

SIX MONTHS AFTER THE ARRIVAL OF RED HOOD.

It was more difficult to control your shadow, but you tried your best. Moving in with Dick helped a bit more as compared to when you were alone, but you were constantly on edge.

He was alive, and what would he think of this? You and Dick? Would he see it as a betrayal?

Dick was having sleepless nights and was gone most of the time to help Bruce with Jason’s tantrum. Six months since Jason had appeared alive, and God knows how long before he crawled out of his grave, but he had not contacted you even once.

And you knew, you knew he was angry at you. That this whole villain arc had at least something to do with you. Even though it didn’t make sense, that you were never together, that you were nothing more than just best friends.

Somehow you felt that the rage and destruction was directed towards you.

For as long as you got together with Dick two years ago, and a whole year of playing cat and mouse with him ever since that kiss, you never had radio silence from him for this long. Two or three days was the maximum, and he would reassure you that everything was fine while you continued on with your PI business. A week long was unheard of.

Then, your phone buzzed.

I’m fine. He’s fine. Everyone’s fine.

You let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding.

Is he back? you asked.

He’s gonna take some time off. Need to go. See you soon.

And so you didn’t sleep until Dick came back home the next morning.

“He’s so… broken,” Dick whispered above your head as he hugged you tightly.

You frowned. You didn’t like that word used to describe Jason. A person couldn’t be broken. People weren’t objects. You knew what Dick meant, that Jason was traumatized- but it didn’t mean that he was broken. Broken meant that you needed to be fixed before someone accepted you, that you needed to be functional or useful.

Broken meant that there was a state where people were whole, and you knew too well that there’s no such thing as a whole person. People just existed in different states, and each state was just as important as the other.

Jason told you all of that when you opened up to him about your past. One day many years ago, you fucked up during a mission. Your shadow had hurt someone a little too badly.

“I don’t even know how it works, Jay,” you had cried, “Sometimes it has a mind of its own and it just reacts outside of my control.”

“You saved me in the end,” Jason tried comforting you, putting his arm around your shoulder as you sat on the carpet of the empty living room.

“But I could have hurt you too,” you argued, “It could have attacked your shadow and killed you, the same way I killed my parents.”

You hadn’t told anyone about that. Only the Justice League knew.

“It was an accident,” Jason insisted.

“I’m just a broken person,” you choked. “No one should be near me.”

That was when he took his arm away and held your shoulders in both his hands, forcing you to face him, to stare into his piercing, fierce gaze.

“Don’t ever let me hear you say that about yourself ever again, got it?” he scolded you, “You are not broken. You’re like- like water. Or air. You exist in different states of matter, and each state you’re in is no less broken than the rest. You’re not broken, okay? You’re Sunny, you’re sunshine. You’re just sunshine…”

NINE MONTHS AFTER THE ARRIVAL OF RED HOOD

“Cheating spouse, undercover at Harvard, cheating spouse again…” you muttered to yourself as you browsed your cases in the living room, illuminated by a single warm light above your head. Dick would complain about the mess in the morning when he eats his cereal.

If he even comes back by tomorrow. you finished your own thought.

The blackmail material requests sounded interesting, but you always hesitated to accept the morally gray ones. You usually would go for missing or runaway children, the evidence of corruption, and the occasional journalist request for an inside scoop.

In fact, your eyes caught one such request. An anonymous journalist from the Gotham Gazelle. You received a text from a disposable two days ago, detailing a locker combination and an address. The contents of the locker were documents within a crisp and new light brown folder- a typical case file, along with a thousand dollars in cash and a promise of another two thousand after completion.

Journalists were not usually this cautious, but if they were investigating someone high profile, it was better to remain anonymous. Especially in Gotham.

You took a sip of your dark roast Arabica coffee, engrossed by what your anonymous client wanted you to get. It was already 11 PM.

Then, you heard the bell ring.

You frowned. Dick wouldn’t ring the bell to his own apartment.

Concentrating on pulling your shadow back, you walked barefoot to the door and looked through the peephole.

Your heartbeat quickened at who you saw standing on the other side of the door.

Calm down, calm down, calm down. Deep breaths.

The door clicked when you unlocked it, and creaked when you pulled it open.

You couldn’t remember when you had stopped counting the amount of days since you saw those piercing blue eyes that were so similar, yet so different from Dicks’. Now they were even more different from what you remembered. They were like battleworn armor standing in an enclosed case.

“There’s my sunshine,” Jason smiled weakly at you.

There was no chance of stopping your tears from falling down your face, so you didn’t even try. You let them flow freely as you speechlessly embraced him and felt his warm arms snake around you. The warmth of an embrace you thought you were never going to feel ever again.

He grew much taller than you. He was 16 when he died, and you were just turning 18. You had stopped growing a year or two before that, but boys kept on growing, didn’t they? He was the same height as you were the last time you saw him, but now he was at least a couple of feet taller. Did that mean he was back long before he started going as Red Hood? What did he do for two and a half years? Who-

“Don’t mean to be rude, but can I come in? I’m freezing my tits off out here,” he said. Even his voice was much, much deeper.

You chuckled and nodded, taking a step away to let him in.

You closed the door behind Jason and watched as he walked in slowly, looking around at Dick’s apartment. You noticed he paused at the dining table where you were working, and then strided to the sofa in the living room before taking a seat. You followed suit and sat next to him, not yet trusting your voice to make a sound.

“So,” he began, “You and Grayson, huh?”

Looking so intently, taking him all in, you almost missed the question.

“You’re bigger than him,” you blurted, before widening your eyes in horror at what you were implying.

Jason raised a scarred eyebrow.

“I mean- you- your build,” you quickly explained, “Your frame. Shoulders. Length. Big.”

“Length?” he smirked.

“Height!” you almost yelled.

Jason leaned closer to you and frowned. “Am I making you nervous?”

You couldn’t bear his piercing eyes, so you looked down at your hands.

“I thought maybe you never wanted to see me again,” you confessed, “I thought maybe you were angry at me, and hated me.”

“I was,” he simply stated.

You looked at him in question.

“Angry at you. For a bit,” he sighed and leaned back against the couch, “But I was angry at everyone. You were no exception. I was just mad everyone had forgotten me. Especially those I cared about.”

“I never forgot you, Jason,” you vowed, “How could I ever?”

“Then why did you-” he cut himself off, “Nevermind. I just wanted to say that I’m not mad anymore. I get it. I was dead, and everyone moved on.”

He crossed his arms and again, you noticed how large his arms were. His face was more mature, jawline more defined and square, eyes now more deep set with extra dark circles underneath them. As if your body had a mind of its own, you reached out to his face and caressed the scar across his cheek.

Jason jumped slightly in surprise at the sudden contact, but then closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“You have more scars now,” you pointed out, “What happened?”

You felt his breath down your wrist.

“Another story for another day,” he smiled and opened his eyes. You took your hand away, blushing at how intimate that must have seemed to an onlooker. “Where’s Boy Wonder?”

“No idea,” you shrugged. “You want something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”

“Aw, come on, Sunny!” he got up and walked to the kitchen, “It’s a Welcome Back, Jason party. Where are the fun drinks?”

He started opening your cabinets.

“Wow, make yourself at home, why don’t you?” you shook your head and went to join him.

“Mi casa es su casa,” he sang, “At least, that’s what Grayson told me when he gave me the address. Aha!”

He found the cabinet of liquors. “Wow, I’m quite impressed by his collection.”

“That’s my collection,” you corrected him, “Dick couldn’t tell the difference between tequila and rum even if his life depended on it. I have a variety. What do you feel like?”

“You’re the bartender,” he teased, “Surprise me.”

You nodded and proceeded to make him a drink. Jason sat down at the dining table and nosily looked through your files. That was one thing he and Dick had in common, at least.

You set down a whisky sour for him and yourself before clearing your paperwork to the side, giving him the side eye as you snatched a folder from his hands.

Taking a seat across from him, the both of you dinked glasses together and took a sip.

“Strong,” he commented, “That’s good.”

You accepted the compliment silently.

“So, you don’t know where Grayson’s at?” he inquired.

“Nope,” you replied, “I know he has missions sometimes. Helps out here and there. He’s gone for two or three days before he comes back home with a new bruise or cut. I don’t ask for details unless he starts to tell me about it.”

Your chest made an involuntary squeeze that you tried to hide. There were times when you had asked Dick, and he lied to you. You had arguments over where he was, and who he was with before.

Jason studied your poker face intently, and for a second, you felt as though he was interrogating you.

He took another sip.

“How’s business going?” he changed the subject, “I heard you never went back to the team.”

“I couldn’t,” you answered simply.

“Why not?”

“Everything reminded me of you. It hurt too much.”

A deafening silence. A look of guilt. A looming darkness that grew.

“Business is great, actually,” you went on. “And I enjoy the slower-paced nature of the work.”

“Ugh, even stake outs?” he made a face, not commenting on how your shadow became slightly bigger.

“Stake outs can be nice sometimes,” you argued, “Crank down the window, put the radio on, snack on some fries. Sometimes I read, as well. I’m used to spending long hours by myself.”

“Sounds like you haven’t changed much,” he smiled endearingly at you.

“Not even physically?” you pouted, “I’ve been going to the gym.”

He laughed at that. “Yes, I’ve noticed. You look much more… Mature?”

“Are you saying I look old, Todd?” you huffed.

“So fucking old. A hag.”

You stuck out your tongue at him and laughed together, as if nothing ever changed. As if he never died, as if you never grieved for him and longed for him.

“I’m kidding,” he conceded, “You look good. Really good. Dick’s a lucky guy.”

You frowned at the last comment. “It doesn’t bother you, does it? Me and Dick?”

Another pause. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Jason knew you well, so he knew how to answer you. His statement wasn’t a lie.

You heard the jingle of keys in the distance.

“Speak of the fucking devil,” Jason whispered into his drink before taking a big gulp.

“Honey, I’m ho- oh. Jason, I didn’t expect to find you here,” Dick stood in the doorway, stunned.

“Welcome back, babe,” you walked over and greeted your boyfriend with a kiss. For the first time, Dick looked slightly uncomfortable with your display of affection.

“You guys have been hanging out without me!” Dick whined, his child-like persona immediately taking over.

That was how Dick was. You noticed it after a few times with him, how he would mask his emotions or awkwardness with his happy, warm personality. He was a people person, charming his way anywhere and everywhere regardless of any situation.

Yet, you could see through it all. The grief, the aching fatigue, and the countless battle scars.

“Was just leaving,” Jason announced curtly.

“Ngaw, don’t be like that,” Dick tried to persuade him, “Stay a little while. We can catch up.”

“There’s nothing to catch up on,” Jason insisted, “Bye.”

He glanced once at you, and then left without saying a word.

There was a stark difference between the way he was with you and the way he was with Dick. In the short future, you would come to realize that it wasn’t that he was different with everyone else. Jason treated everyone else with the cold, rough demeanor you witnessed- but never you. You were the only one who knew him as though that Jason never died.

You saw Dick’s shoulders slump in disappointment. “How long was he here for?”

“About an hour?” you answered nonchalantly, going back to your case files.

“He has never spoken to me for more than 15 minutes,” Dick informed you, “Even then he would give non-committal answers.”

“Really?” you asked, frowning to yourself. It took just a little while for the both of you to go back to how things used to be. “Maybe he’s more upset at you since you’re his brother.”

“Nah, don’t think that’s it,” Dick came up behind you and nuzzled his face in your neck. “You smell good. Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” you hummed, “How was… Your mission?”

“Tiring,” he complained, “You choose a case already?”

“Maybe,” you replied, “Who was there?”

You heard Dick gulp. “Donna. Kon. Wally.”

“And?”

“Kori.”

You felt your chest tighten again. “Okay. I’m tired too. I think I’ll go to bed now.”

“You just drank coffee,” he pointed out, “You’re going to sleep now?”

“Or just lie in bed,” you responded, “Seeing Jason was… emotional.”

“Yeah, I get it,” he ran a hand through his dark, wavy hair.

“You coming?”

“I have to patrol,” he looked at you guiltily.

“But you just got back,” you argued.

“They can cover more ground when I’m around,” he explained. “Sorry. I’ll spend time with you tomorrow, okay?”

You smiled at him and reached a hand to press on his chest. He was so committed, and that’s what you loved about him. He really, truly cared.

“Just stay safe,” you gave him a deep kiss, tasting the cola chapstick he stole from you months ago.

“I’ll see you in the morning, darling,” he breathed.

That night you lay awake in bed, staring at darkness. You let your shadow go at night, allowing it to take over the room. A buzz came from your phone all of a sudden. Another unknown number.

You tapped it open.

This is my number if you need me. J.

It had been a while since you smiled whenever you lay alone, unable to sleep.

And how did you get mine?

You didn’t actually care. You were just so happy to be texting your best friend again.

I’m just a genius, Sunny. You staying up late to work?

You contemplated your answer.

No. Just couldn’t sleep. What do you do now, anyway? Do you patrol with the rest?

Sometimes. I mostly do my own thing now.

What thing?

Another story for another time, sunshine.

I’m glad you’re back, Jay. Thank you for seeing me today. Can we hang out soon?

We can hang out whenever you want.

You were typing a reply, but was interrupted by another message from him.

I missed you lots.

I missed you too, Jason. We have to get caught up with all the slumber parties we missed.

Don’t think Grayson would be too happy with that though.

My best friend is back from the dead. He can suck it up.

I’ll see you soon then?

You contemplated again.

What are you doing tomorrow? I got an interesting case. Wanna tag along?

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Jason’s heart broke when he found out that you were with Dick. It was a large reason why he was so angry, and why he became so destructive. But he tried to stay angry at you, tried to hate you, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. The years without you were lonely, and he tried to fill up the emptiness with rage.

It took him so long after Bruce brought him back to his senses to finally see you because he was practicing. He knew he couldn’t bear to look at you and Dick while you were together, so he practiced controlling his emotions so he wouldn’t snap and scare you away.

But when you opened the door and he saw your face for the first time in years, everything dissipated. He didn’t need to control any anger because all he felt was longing. It didn’t matter if you were in love with Dick, all that mattered was that you were there next to him.

“Okay, so,” you began as you pulled the car to a stop in a street at Diamond District. “Rupert Thorne.”

“The guy who is running for mayor?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, browsing through the documents, “He allegedly backed Hill in the previous elections, but now he is running against Hill. My client wants me to find evidence of corruption and find out who his sponsors are.”

Jason saw the way your brows stitched together as you read through the file.

It was difficult to be in the same car as you. Even though he was in the passenger seat, he felt like it was a small closet, being suffocated by your demanding presence.

“Why doesn’t he sponsor himself? Isn’t he some sort of closeted crime lord too?” Jason asked.

“I guess that’s the mystery,” you hummed, “He must have been promised something, or he must have promised something- if he wins.”

You smelled like warm cinnamon and vanilla. All Jason wanted to do was to bury his face in your neck and breathe you in. The pull he felt towards you was almost physical. He needed to stop himself from touching you, from claiming you.

“So what’s the first step?” he tried to focus on the case.

“He works in that building there,” you looked outside across the street to the tall mirrored tower. “COO of Trident Shipping Company. He’s doing quite well in popularity lately… Articles say he is modest and humble, charming, thoughtful, charitable… The list goes on. Must have a great PR team.”

Jason smiled to himself. You were starting to think out loud, a habit of yours he noticed one night during a strategy meeting with the team. So many years ago.

“Anyway, we want to see where he goes, who he meets, what he does-”

“Oh no,” Jason groaned, “You scammed me into a stakeout!”

He really didn’t mind if it meant spending long hours with you in your cozy car.

“It’ll be fun!” you tried to convince him, “We can catch up in the meantime! Plus, I do also need to bug his phone. Might need your help with that. I also have some metka, so maybe we can pollinate some lead suspects once we narrow them down and-”

“Woah, woah, woah, hold up,” Jason started chuckling in disbelief, “First of all- one step at a time, please. Let’s make a structured flowchart first before you start rambling off fifty-seven steps ahead. Second of all- metka, are you fucking with me right now? How did you get your hands on Soviet Cold War tech?”

Metka or spy dust- chemically known as nitrophenyl pentadienal or NPPD- was an old and outdated, yet still effective, Russian method of marking or tagging suspected CIA agents during the Cold War by the KGB. It was a discreet powder that stuck to everything. They would tag the agents at the airport, and then anything the agent touched would have traces of the dust. Including Russian assets- spies or informants working for the CIA. They would be able to identify the traitors.

“I’m a PI,” you said smugly, “I’m resourceful.”

Yes, you were. Jason beamed proudly at you. But he said, “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, how about the bug?”

“I have this-” you rummaged through your messenger bag and took out a small silver card the size of a hotel matchbox. It had the Bat sigil.

“So I assume you have Batman’s NFC card because you’re resourceful?” Jason teased. He knew the gadget well. The near field communication device allowed hijacking into another electronic device with NFC just by near contact. It could allow for cloning the device, or installing spyware.

You stuck your tongue at him childishly.

“I wonder what Batman would think of you stealing his gadgets for personal use,” Jason jested.

“Okay, I borrowed it from DIck, and it’s not like I’m using it for personal reasons. This is a highly professional operation,” you huffed, “Anyway, if you could let me finish telling you my plan. It says that Thorne is into French girls and he usually comes out for a smoke break around this time.”

“And?”

“I will be bumping into him. The NFC needs about 30 seconds of contact. I’ll slip the card in the pocket where he keeps his phone. But in case I can’t stick around to take it out, you will have to come walking behind me to pickpocket it from him.”

“Sounds good. What if he’s using his phone?”

“I’ll bump it out of his hand and apologize profusely,” you grinned. “Okay I need to get ready.”

You unbuttoned your weathered leather jacket to reveal a white top with a low neckline, giving Jason a good view of your cleavage.

“Uhhh,” he started awkwardly.

You ignored him and looked in the mirror, smearing lipstick on your lips and smacking them. Then, you ruffled your hair to give it more volume before turning to face him with a “How do I look?”

The red you chose for your lipstick matched your skin tone perfectly. And he never noticed you had a tiny cute mole on the top of your left breast. The way your hair was effortlessly messy made Jason imagine that was how you would look like in the mornings, or when he takes a handful of it while kissing you rough-

“G-great,” he complimented weakly.

If he hadn’t already died, then you were going to be the death of him.

“Oh shit, there he is,” you opened the car. “Quick, hang around a few feet behind me.”

Jason saw you strut as you approached Thorne. He was tall and handsome, and looked good for a man his age. Jason could tell that his suit was expensive. His coat was probably cashmere. He could see why Thorne was so popular. He definitely looked the part. He was talking on his phone, and he was now curious as to what you had in mind.

From down the block and in the crowd, Jason saw you pretend to talk on your phone in perfect French, rushing somewhere unknown. He didn’t notice the cup you were carrying before.

“Ah, putain! I am zo zorr’y, Monsieur!” you bumped hard into Thorne, spilling liquid all over his coat and yourself.

Thorne looked surprised, and then pocketed his phone in his coat. “It’s quite alright.”

“No, no, pleez. Let me ‘elp you,” you made a fuss. You took out a handkerchief from your bag and simultaneously shrugged off your jacket. Jason smirked to himself. No hot-blooded male would be able to resist the sight of you in a wet white low neckline t-shirt.

“Let me pay for your dry cleaning,” you worried, “Oh, putain it speeled down here too.”

You got on your knees and started dabbing the hem of his coat.

“You really don’t have to do that,” Thorne smiled and held your shoulder in a gesture to help you up.

“I am really zo zorr’y,” you looked up at him.

A flash of lust sparked Thornes’ eyes, and Jason knew you were batting your eyelashes at him from that angle. It made him want to punch Thorne square in the jaw.

“It’s really alright, madam,” he insisted, “It was my fault for standing in the middle of a busy pedestrian walkway.”

“I should ‘ave watched where I was walking,” you bit your lip and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Well, let’s just both move on from this. Please don’t worry, I can get my assistants to get me another coat,” he rested his hand on your lower back as he walked you towards the street. “Here is my business card. Feel free to contact me if you need any help navigating the city. I would love to show you all the fine restaurants in Gotham.”

“Monsieur, you are too kind,” you pouted.

“I should thank you for bumping into me,” he winked, “It’s not everyday I get to see a beautiful lady.”

You pretended to blush.

“I have to go now,” he announced, “Please give me a call.”

And with that, he entered the building.

You walked towards Jason with the look of a kid who scored his first goal.

But then, facing him now, Jason swore under his breath. No wonder you managed to bewitch Thorne so easily.

Your shirt was practically see through, and everyone was turning their heads at you. He could see your black lacy bra, and how your tits bounced as you jogged towards him.

“Hells to the yes!” you celebrated, “That was more than thirty seconds. I got the card back and- what are you doing?”

Jason had grabbed your jacket and forcefully put it over your shoulders. “Let’s hurry back to the car.”

Yeah, you were going to be the death of him.

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captainsophiestark · 1 month

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Flickering Firelight

Luke Castellan x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: Three snapshots of a relationship with Luke Castellan, before during and after the things he does for Kronos.

Word Count: 1,258

Category: Angst, Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I sighed, leaning my head against my boyfriend's shoulder, both of us illuminated by the flickering light of the campfire we'd made on the beach. Everything had been so busy over the last week, and it was nice to finally have a moment just for us.

"Lotta new campers this summer," mused Luke, my best-friend-turned-boyfriend as of a few months ago. "We're gonna have a hell of a time with them in the Hermes cabin."

"Yeah. Hopefully it won't take too long for them to get claimed. Some of them have been pretty good about it, lately."

Luke just grunted, not really giving me a full response. I knew exactly how he felt about the Olympians and the things they did, so I let it drop.

"I have to say, it's nice to have everybody back, though," I said, gently changing the subject. I took Luke's hand in mine, gently tracing lines with my thumb. "The whole place just feels more alive with the summer campers here."

"True. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to getting them all back into shape in the sword arena, since I just know almost none of them practiced while they were gone."

"Now that is a show that I'd like to watch."

Luke huffed a laugh, and I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk that I absolutely adored, and which made my heart race.

"I've got a good feeling about this summer," I said, moving a little closer to Luke as I spoke. The smirk faded from his lips, replaced with a more thoughtful expression I couldn't totally read.

"Yeah. So do I."

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I hadn't seen the love of my life in a long time, and now we stood on opposite sides of a battlefield. And he wasn't really my Luke.

The flickering firelight of the burning city around me reflected off of gold armor, in the gold eyes I didn't recognize.

"Luke..." My voice broke on his name, turning into a hoarse whisper I hardly recognized. "Please..."

The only indication the man I loved was still in there was the slightest twitch of his eye. Time slowed as the monster that had brought him into this mess smiled at me, nothing like the mischievous grin I knew and loved.

"Nice try, little hero. But he's gone. And so are you."

I tried to raise my sword as Kronos advanced on me, but my arms were like lead. I was among the last defenders of Olympus, further out from the final ring my friends had made. I wanted to make a meaningful stand to try to stop this here and now, but as the seconds inched by, it became more and more clear that wouldn't be possible.

The last thing I saw was Luke's stupid sword Backbiter, with its bronze and steel blade, flashing through the air towards me, held by a monster using someone I loved as a mask.

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I sighed as I put my feet up on the stone ring of the firepit before me, leaning back in an extra-comfy lounge chair. The sun shone down on me, warming my skin despite being Olympus knew how far underground. Here, it didn't matter. I'd found paradise.

Based on the fact that Elysium still existed at all, I knew my friends had managed to succeed. It hadn't been too long after I'd first arrived here that someone brought news that confirmed it: Kronos and his Titans had been defeated. Olympus had won the day.

Sadly, I wasn't down here by myself. Too many friends were here with me, all of us dying in the fight and at least making it here together, as a small silver lining. We'd taken over a whole section of the place as our own secondary Camp Half-Blood, enjoying the peace here together while we could.

Some of us had even tried for rebirth, and more were headed that way. But I couldn't bring myself to leave. At least, not yet.

I kept waiting for what I was almost confident wouldn't happen, but I refused to move on all the same. Silena had made it down here, after all, despite being a spy for the Titans. She'd realized her error and made a change, helping our cause and redeeming herself enough for Elysium. Based on other accounts from above, Luke had done something similar. He'd also done much worse than Silena, but I still couldn't make myself give up hope of seeing him here too.

"Hey."

I looked up to find Ethan Nakamura, one of Luke's lieutenants who'd defected at the very, very end, looking at me from a few feet away. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he blew out a breath.

"Somebody's here to see you."

I frowned, then shot up straight in my seat as a familiar face stepped out from behind one of the residences of Elysium. Luke, looking more sheepish and unsure than I'd ever seen him in either of our lives, struggled to meet my eyes. I froze, hardly believing what I was seeing. It was him. Like he'd been before all this shit with the Titans.

He finally looked up, and his eyes were his own, all trace of that horrible gold gone.

Tears flooded down my face as I rushed forward, wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. I sobbed into his chest as I held him, my Luke, somehow here with me after death when I never thought I'd see him again.

He breathed my name like he didn't believe I was real, his arms finally coming around me and holding me tight. We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other, hearts pressed against each other. Finally, it started to sink in that he was really here with me, after everything we'd been through. I pulled back just a bit, so I could look him in the eyes again. Those beautiful eyes that I loved met mine.

"Luke..." I breathed, a smile lighting up my face. Slowly, a beaming smile spread on his own, mirroring mine.

"I- I didn't think you'd be happy to see me."

My heart ached at his words, and I leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek before meeting his eyes again.

"I wasn't happy with the choice you made, Luke, and a lot of bad things came from it. But you came back to me in the end. If what I've been hearing is right, you helped save the world, at the cost of your own life. And even at the worst moments, I never stopped loving you."

"I never stopped loving you, either. If I could go back, if I could do things differently-"

I put one finger to his lips, gently cutting him off before he could get too far down that path.

"I know, Luke. But you can't. None of us can do anything to change the past. So we might as well enjoy where we are now."

He nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips. I leaned up to press mine gently against his own, the kiss soft and sweet and everything I'd been missing since that last summer we'd had together. I let myself enjoy the moment, Luke's hands tightening on my waist, then pulled away.

"Come on," I said, trailing my hand down from his shoulder to take his hand. "Let me show you around, and then we can get some marshmallows and hang out by the fire."

Luke beamed. "I can't think of anything in the world that I'd rather do."

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clouduru-chan · 1 year

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Well I decided to write something about some yanderes, well I'm kind of new to this, so sorry for any mistakes, well in the Brazilian yandere community, we usually write headcanons of some characters, as well as realizing that there were no headcanons for some characters here on Tumblr, I decided to write a little about them.

Yandere reacting to reader who cosplays

Monika

- Well, you have only been dating a short time, and she knew that you loved to watch anime, series and Doramas, read some manga and light novels or play some video games, and since you know her well, you call her to watch something that involves romance;

- But something caught you off guard, when you simply showed up at the meeting with the cosplay of a romance anime you like to watch with your girlfriend;

- You did it because it might please your beautiful girlfriend;

- you cosplayed Kaguya Shinomiya from Kaguya Sama wa kokurasetai;

- Well you just wanted to surprise her, and Monika rather liked that, and with that she pours sweet kisses all over your face, and you turn into a blushing mess;

- You get a little clumsy around your girlfriend, so you don't get into the role of Kaguya too much;

- Monika loves how Kaguya Sama's school uniform dress looks perfect on you;

- Well you have been doing character cosplays for quite a while now, so it would be nice if your girlfriend knew about it;

- Well Monika realized at first that this was not the first cosplay, as it was very well done;

- When you stopped being embarrassed by the situation, you decided to act like the character you had cosplayed;

- Monika laughed a lot at your performances, because you were able to get perfectly into the role of the character;

- She loved the work you did just for her, you had so much love and dedication to it, she feels sweet, she will one day repay that;

Ayano Aishi

- She was waiting for you outside your room, but out of nowhere she feels caught, she feels your hands on her thighs and back, you had picked her up;

- This yandere turned extremely red when you did this, and when she looked at you, you were in costume;

- You were cosplaying Yuji Itadori from Jujutsu kaisen;

- The two of you kind of decided to hang out together at the comic con, to tell you the truth, you were the one who urged her to go to the event;

- At the event, you were holding hands the whole time;

- Ayano wasn't in cosplay, since she didn't see much point in it, but so that people wouldn't look down on her for not wearing something from pop culture, you lent her your Attack on Titan freedom wings sweatshirt;

- Ayano was extremely happy and flushed with this gesture, it will be a little difficult for her to return the sweatshirt to you, as she will place it on her altar with other of her belongings;

- At the event, many people came up to you to compliment the cosplay, but until one person came up, making a reference to the anime:

" What is your type of woman"

Ayano grimaced at that, why ask such a personal and stupid question?

She hadn't understood the reference, so you got into character.

"My kind of woman? My kind of woman is tall and big-butt, just like my girlfriend Ayano Aishi! He then points to the dark-haired girl.

Congratulations you have made this yandere extremely clueless.

Alan Orion

- Alan had arranged for you to go out into the forest, since he had a surprise for you;

- But you had an appointment, so you told him you were going to be a little late, of course he was annoyed by this, what was more important than him?!;

- Well you had to go to an anime event that was going to be held at the gym, a lot of people who like pop culture went there, so obviously to show your work, so you went in cosplay;

- The cosplayer you did was Rem from Re: Zero kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu;

- After the event, you were in a hurry to go see your boyfriend, because you knew he had been upset with you for changing the appointment time;

- By this time you hadn't even taken off the accessories you were wearing to make the cosplay, so you go straight into the forest to see that man;

- When you arrived, Alan was sitting with his back to you, and as soon as you approached him, your boyfriend's heterochromatic eyes sparkled with admiration; he thought you were late just to get ready like that just for him;

- Well, his intention when he called you was to fuck you hard in the forest, to get you addicted to his cock, but seeing you dressed like that made him hard right away;

- You kind of won't feel your legs for a week anymore;

Sunny day Jack

- Jack was wondering why you were taking so long in the room;

- He was intrigued in what you were doing, as this ghost was curious of what your Sunshine was doing, so he opened the door to your room;

- When he was going to ask how you were, he looked at you, you were wearing strange clothes, wearing a pink wig and contact lenses of the same color, as well as a well-made makeup over your face, making you look very effeminate;

- You jumped when he saw you cosplaying Astolfo from Fate: Apocrypha;

- Well, you decided to step into the role of the character, just to tease Jack for breaking into your room;

"Oh! So you are my master?! Then I will introduce myself! For it is very important to speak my real name! So, my name is Astolfo! One of the twelve paladins of Charles Magno! It's a pleasure" you played the role of getting all excited, quickly approaching the blue-haired man.

" What about yours?" You had a huge smile on your face, you had really gotten into character, Jack was impressed, even though he didn't understand the reference he quite liked it, especially the master part.

- Jack picks you up and puts you on the bed, he would give you lots of love, because as you said, he was your master;

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lilacliquors · 2 months

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pairing: kuai liang x reader

sweet or spicy: sweet

word count: 713

prompt: [ WEDDING ]: as they prepare to exchange wedding vows, sender gazes at the receiver and says “i love you” for the last time as an unmarried couple.

notes: here's day thirteen! it's our last fluffy prompt and let me tell you i was looking so forward to this one bc i love kuai liang so much <3

he truly never thought this day would come. kuai liang had always been so consumed by duty, his desire to work hard to protect earthrealm and represent his clan, that he never even considered that one day he would be married. but there he was, in his golden ma gua adorned with an ornate dragon pattern, standing across from you.

you were breathtaking in your fiery red and gold cheongsam, the golden thread weaving an intricate phoenix pattern along the fabric. there were white flowers in your hair, and everything about you looked soft. kuai liang could hardly believe his eyes as he gazed at you, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. as he gazed into your eyes, all of the happy memories he’d made with you came flooding back, nearly overwhelming him.

he thought back to when you first met, how you had him tackled and pinned after he and his brothers ‘attacked’ madam bo’s restaurant. of course, you now knew it was nothing but an act, but in the moment, he was convinced that he was too dazed by your beauty to move a muscle.

his thoughts wandered to your first date, a walk through the wu shi gardens as the new champions trained to try and best the others. you had no interest in the tournament, all you wanted was to get to know this handsome stranger.

he thought back to his proposal, how it came mere hours after the attack on titan shang tsung’s forces. with every step climbed, he thought he might never see you again, and he had vowed to ask for your hand in marriage the moment he returned. he couldn’t bear to imagine a world where he didn’t have you in his arms. the very thought made him feel ill, and he knew what he had to do to change that.

now, there you were, as vibrant as ever, holding his hands as you prepared to exchange vows, and then your rings. the way the sun cast a glow on you was ethereal, and it was like he was gazing at an angel. you were going to be his, for the rest of your lives, and it was exciting. he knew he was the luckiest man alive, and he would shout his love for you from the rooftops if he had to. the whole world, and all of outworld, had to know how much he loved you. how much he cared, how far he was willing to go to keep you safe. that if any harm were to come to you, he would not rest until cities were leveled, and the culprit’s life had been the price paid. and he knew that if he said this out loud, you would laugh and shake your head, telling him he was being far too dramatic, but it was the truth. you were his everything, and you deserved the world. nothing less would be good enough.

he met your gaze again, and he knew that it was almost time. your lives were about to be forever linked together, and he couldn’t help himself.

“i love you,” he whispered. it would be his last time saying it as your fiancé, and while it might not have meant anything to anyone else, it was a big step for him. you were about to become husband and wife, life partners, one in the same. any future ‘i love yous’ would have a much deeper meaning in his eyes, but this … this one was special.

“i love you, too,” you whispered back, and you felt him squeeze your hands. you squeezed back, a mix of emotions coursing through your veins.

“are you ready for this?” he asked.

“as ready as i’ll ever be,” you replied.

“i … i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. to create a future worth fighting for, a world of peace that our children will inherit,” he murmured, and you smiled.

“it’s going to be amazing. and there’s no one else i’d rather do it with than you,” you whispered, and again, he squeezed your hands.

it was almost time for your first step into forever, and there was no one else he’d rather take the plunge with.

#kuai liang mk1 #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang fluff #kuai liang scorpion #kuai liang sweet and spicy special #lilacliquors

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mmm random pillow talk drabble with eruri being fucking adorable.

//no warnings | ~1k

“Why does your pillow talk always turn into morbid commentary about humanity?” Levi teases.

Erwin pauses talking, his lips still parted mid-sentence, and huffs lightly. He resumes stroking Levi’s back, from out to under the thin sheet covering them both.

After all the sex they just had, Levi had been appreciating the beat of Erwin’s heart while they chatted. He can never remember how, but sometimes Erwin gets a little too philosophical considering the setting—not always—and Levi feels good, he feels like teasing and picking at Erwin and getting it on again in a bit.

Erwin blinks at him, definitely fond, but turning playful, too. “Don’t tell me you want to engage in small talk.”

Levi raises himself up, half-laying on top of him, and cocks his head as if in deep thought. “Don’t know. Maybe you’ve earned it after making me come that hard. Who knows.”

Erwin had blushed when he was interrupted. It darkens a little. “You’re flattering me.”

Levi nibbles his bottom lip, swollen from all their kissing. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

“It may be too late.”

“Then quickly: Come up with something stupid to talk about. You don’t need any more shit in your head right now. It’s big as-is.”

Erwin smirks, showing his dimple, and then brings Levi down by his messy hair and pecks him on the lips. Then his nose. “I have a question.”

Levi raises a brow expectantly.

“I wonder what your first impressions of me were, when we met. Would you care to enlighten me?”

“‘Enlighten’ you? With your cum in my ass? Sure.”

Erwin is properly blushing now, eyes widened a little. Levi fucking loves it when he gets to him like this, which encourages him to take the question seriously.

So Levi thinks. Pressing his lips isn’t enough to hide his smirk. He lays his head back on Erwin’s chest, huffs as blond hairs scrape his cheek. “You still want morbid?”

Erwin chuckles. One of Levi’s favorite ones, all secretive and low in his chest, secretive because only Levi gets the pleasure of hearing it.

“I think I do.”

“I thought… What’s this big, blond Titan doing in the Underground?”

He chuckles again. “Big and blond?”

“Yeah.” Levi raises his head. “And blue eyes. You don’t get tall, blond, blue-eyed bastards with a mind like yours down there.”

Although their eyes are heavier now, grief somehow woven into their very features, and even though Erwin’s hair is sticking up every which way, too—Levi can still remember how he looked then. Just Erwin’s presence could command a whole street, let alone a room. Still can.

Erwin smiles crookedly, the way Levi can tell he’s pushing down a total grin. “Hm. That’s not too morbid, if I’m speaking honestly.”

“Oh…”

Levi leans over him more, his gaze something sinister but just as charming. Erwin’s lower half flutters.

Levi nibbles on his plump bottom lip. “Obviously I wanted to kill you. You said that yourself. Wasn’t planning on escaping, though. I just wanted to do it ‘cause you made a fool of me.”

Erwin laughs, all coy and breathy. “You let yourself get caught. I thought of that later. Levi?”

“Hm.”

As Erwin speaks, he begins stroking his waist, down and down. He takes Levi’s round ass in his palms as he answers, “I’d touch myself at the thought, while I fantasized about this right here.”

A smothered whine escapes Levi as Erwin works his soft cheeks with his palms, squeezing and spreading them apart. Warm lust swims down below.

Levi recovers, groaning. “Me wanting to kill you not enough?”

“Oh… You weren’t going to kill me.”

“Tch… ‘Cause I liked your big mouth too much?”

“Not at the time, although you would,” he whispers back. His silky sweet voice is right next to his ear. “No. Because I liked you.”

“Don’t take all the credit. All your big words never work on me.”

“And I love that about you.”

Levi tilts his head and raises a brow, watching him once again. He rests his arms around his neck. “You liked that I don’t care.”

“I loved that you were different from all the rest. You had your own mind, but you had the biggest heart. I was lucky to get to know you. I admit, I might've been infatuated from the—”

Levi shuts him up with a firm, deep kiss, as brief as a slap. “Just say you liked a challenge.”

“I liked you.”

“Sap.” Blushing bright red, Levi kisses him again. “Shut it. It’s your turn. Tell me what you thought of me.”

Erwin hums, his eyes blinking up and away while he thinks. “I thought, ‘look how small he is’.”

Levi glares.

“Wait, I’m not finished! I thought, ‘How can the most dangerous criminal in the Underground be that strong, while so small and unassuming? It’s truly impressive. Perhaps I should enlist him in my ranks. He can’t be that dangerous’,” he laughs.

“You’re such an embarrassing little shit,” Levi says, doing all he can to make himself sound threatening while smirking like this.

Erwin is actually giggling. It’s so infectious Levi wants to slap him. He buries his face in Erwin’s neck, shaking his head violently as if to shake away the urge to laugh.

“‘So disobedient… what a cocky little brat’,” Erwin goes on. Levi groans. “‘Oh, I like his accent’.”

“You’re a cocky asshole,” Levi replies, muffled. “Ya know what I thought later? When I’d touch my cock to the thought of you?”

Erwin inhales, suddenly at attention. “…Oh? What did you think?”

Levi raises his head, and speaks in a silk tone. “Thought… Huh. Maybe I’ve found a man that could pin me down.”

Levi sees Erwin biting the inside of his cheek, his eyes sweeping over his lips. In one firm movement, Erwin takes him and rolls them over. Levi’s legs were spread before he even leaned down to kiss him again. And again, and again.

#eruri fanfiction #eruri fanfic #eruri fluff #erwin x levi #levi x erwin #levi ackerman x erwin smith #erwin smith x levi ackerman #captain levi x erwin smith

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hc-werner · 1 year

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The Dialectical Humanism of Big-Ass Robots: An Intro

“There’s a deep, earnest seriousness to most mecha shows (especially within the “real robot” subgenre) that implores the audience to grapple with intricate ideas and themes drawn from philosophers like Aristotle, Nietzche, and Rousseau, oftentimes complete with allegorical mouthpieces for competing ideologies.”

My high school students always lose their shit when I tell them that I, Coach Werner, also watch anime. I kinda feel bad about it. By now, I know I’ll see the excitement die from their eyes little by little as they pepper me with questions, searching for a connection with show after show after show.

“Coach, have you seen Jojo?”

“Nope.”

“What about DBZ or Naruto?”

“Not since before you were born.”

“Attack on Titan? Utena? Tokyo Ghoul?”

“Not yet, though they’re on my list.”

“The fuck Coach? I thought you said you watch anime!”

When I tell them I mostly watch mecha, they get confused. After I explain that mecha are the ones with jumbo-sized robots, they groan. I’ve even had one kid say that didn’t count. As a general rule, I try to not let the opinions of 15 year olds hurt my feelings; I only docked his grade a couple points.

Whatever my students may think, oversized anthropomorphized robots have fascinated me since I was a kid. Over the years, as I’ve revisited shows from my youth and found new mechanized, cel shaded rabbit holes to tumble down, I’ve tried to figure out what exactly was so appealing about the genre. There’s definitely a bit of wish fulfillment, a sorta kaiju-sized power fantasy, sure, but that’s not all of it. Same with intricate sci-fi world building, and of course the thrill of pew-pew dogfights and beam saber duels. But none of those alone seemed to account for the whole thing. They’re all fun set dressing, definitely worth a watch on their own but not enough, I don’t think, to capture my imagination for nearly a quarter of a century.

This series, The Dialectical Humanism of Big-Ass Robots, started off as a rambling, borderline incoherent and definitely substance enhanced diatribe that tried to explain how excited I was for the first episodes of Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury. It feels right, though, both the name and the bigger through line.

There’s a deep, earnest seriousness to most mecha shows (especially within the “real robot” subgenre) that implores the audience to grapple with intricate ideas and themes drawn from philosophers like Aristotle, Nietzche, and Rousseau, oftentimes complete with allegorical mouthpieces for competing ideologies. There’s also the slightly goofy and always physics-defying “rule of cool” concepts of the robots themselves–I mean, who doesn’t want to see a boom cannon with angel wings, or a crucified rage monster, or transforming karaoke jets?–that can easily be laughed off as a kid’s cartoon. Any foolhardy (read: hubristic and dumbasstic) attempt to try to find unifying threads within such a wide and varied genre has to address both of those tendencies. Here, friend, you will find one such foolhardy attempt.

Mecha anime, more than any other subgenre, has a fundamental tension summarized by two infuriatingly simultaneous, contradictory truths:

Anthropomorphized mechs bring out the best in humanity, allowing us to overcome our flaws and leap forward into a better future.

Anthropomorphized mechs feed into the worst traits of humanity, allowing us to destroy ourselves in new and technologically advanced ways.

Those two overwhelmingly common truths, when taken together, can be summarized in fancy philosophy jargon with just two words: dialectical humanism.

Dialectics is a concept pioneered (in the West, at least) by Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel during the late 18th and early 19th century. There’s literally a whole field of study called “Hegelian Dialectics” that we’ll touch on from time to time, but the main thing to know is that two mutually exclusive and contradictory ideas are often both true at the same time.

Humanism has a long, fraught history, but the most common Western interpretations stem from Enlightenment-era ideals. Essentially, humanism boils down to the belief that humankind can progress beyond its animalistic nature through a combination of empathy and rational thinking. Again, we’ll be touching on a whole slew of humanist thinkers throughout this series.

So that’s The Dialectical Humanism of Big-Ass Robots. I feel like mecha shows–from Astro Boy to Zeta Gundam, and almost everything in between–play with this dialectic, where the mechs themselves represent humanity’s ultimate destruction and ultimate salvation simultaneously. Sometimes we struggle to survive, sometimes we overcome and thrive, and sometimes we find ourselves transformed into an ocean of pink goo.

In this series, we’ll look at:

Magical Newtype Bullshit and radical empathy

Depression, memory, and trauma, and why Shinji can’t just get in the fucking robot

The power of music (and love, hope, and propaganda) in a transforming space city

And much, much more.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go watch a Tanuki pilot a Gundam.

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Humanity's strongest, loveliest, and tiniest (Levi Ackerman x Reader) » Part I

Word count: 4 215

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: Everybody needs love. And Levi Ackerman is no exception. After the loss of his dearest friends, he slowly gained something he never experienced before. He very carefully let his walls down and allowed somebody to show him the true power and meaning of love. Fast forward to the year 846, just one year after the fall of Shiganshina. Levi and his now wife – Hange’s lifetime best friend, Moblit’s older sister, and one of the favorite people of the whole Survey corps – are faced with a big surprise that is going to change their life forever.

Humanity's strongest, loveliest, and tiniest (Part I)

One minute you were following in your squad leader’s path, the next you found yourself on the hard ground, staring up at the cloudy sky. It started as another expedition beyond the Walls. Commander Erwin gave out the instructions and all of you followed, falling into your designed places in his trusty formation. Avoiding Titans and not engaging in combat was the key to success.

Everything was going smoothly, you dodged a few Titans, took down at least five of them, and outrun a couple of abnormal ones. Nothing unusual. You felt great, with the wind in your hair and the sun lovingly kissing you on the cheeks. Being outside the Walls was one of your favorite things. Despite the danger that was always lurking nearby.

„I’m fine, stop making such a big deal,“ you murmured as your younger brother Moblit Berner fired another purple flare into the air, signaling an emergency of some kind to the others, but mostly to Commander Erwin at the front.

„Your pulse is a little too fast,“ said squad leader Hange while she was holding your wrist, kneeling beside you.

„I just got dizzy, nothing to worry about.“

„You almost fell from your horse!“

„Moblit, please...“ you breathed and closed your eyes. He was always like this, overprotective even though you were the older sibling.

The world was still tilting to the sides and spinning all around you. It hit you out of nowhere. Nothing was out of place, you were concentrated on your mission, following orders and keeping an eye out for any kind of danger. Then suddenly everything went black before your eyes. Your heart started to race and the rest of your body went scarily numb. The next thing you knew was your horse slowing down and you falling from the saddle. But you caught yourself just in time, clumsily got off and went straight on your knees, almost throwing up the breakfast your husband made for you earlier in the day.

Hange was right ahead of you, Moblit beside you as always – he saw everything and immediately stopped his horse to check on you. The first purple flare made Hange turn around and return to you, inspecting the situation. Finding you on the ground startled her, but she quickly regained her cool and rushed to help you.

„I can stand up now, we can continue. No need to waste time.“

„No, stay put!“ ordered Hange in a calm voice, looking all around. The purple flare made everyone stop almost immediately. Members of the Survey corps were surrounding you, some of them looking your way, others guarding everyone’s backs against surprise Titan attacks. „He’ll be here any second.“

„That’s why I need to at least stand up. He’s gonna have a heart attack if he finds me lying on the ground.“ Hange laughed at your words, but you were dead serious. Everyone knew your husband’s temper but only you knew the true Levi Ackerman. Seeing you like this, even though you weren’t hurt in any way, would cause him great distress and cloud his mind with worries about your safety. „Promise I’m okay.“

„Oi, Four-eyes! What’s all this about?“

„Like I said... here any second,“ she winked at you and stood up to confront your husband. His light grey eyes scanned the perimeter, landing on you quicker than you had a chance to even sit up. „She’s fine, don’t worry. I think...“

Levi didn’t even let her finish. He got off his horse, pushed Hange aside, and knelt down next to you. His expression was stern, almost unreadable. But you knew that internally he was freaking out.

„I’m okay, darling. Nothing groundbreaking happened, I just got a little dizzy and had to stop. But I’m feeling better now,“ you assured him and finally pushed yourself to a sitting position. The world around you was still spinning a little, but you did feel a lot better. Even more when Levi was close.

„Did you get off the horse or fell down?“ The worried tone of his voice broke your heart. The poor man had so many responsibilities, you never wanted to cause him even more stress.

„I got off, don’t worry. We can continue the expedition. Tell Erwin I’m sorry for interrupting his plans. It won’t happen again.“

„No, it won’t,“ he repeated after you, carefully putting one of his hands on your knee. Levi rarely showed any type of affection in public. You knew it and accepted it. It was just the way he was. But behind closed doors, he couldn’t keep his hands off you for most of the time. „We’re still not that far from the Walls, you’re going back.“

„What? No, you can’t...“

„Hange and Moblit will go with you.“

„Erwin should have the last word,“ you reminded your husband harshly but felt bad about that tone almost immediately. His eyes were filled with horror as he was looking at you. „Levi...“ you said his name in a lot calmer voice and stretched out your hand to stroke his cheek lovingly.

„We’re not arguing here, you’re going back home and we’ll talk later.“

You wanted to protest again, but the look in his eyes shut you up immediately. They were full of terror, just like a couple of hours ago. In the dead of night when Levi woke up from another nightmare, that almost brought tears to his beautiful eyes. He had a bad feeling about today’s expedition and went to bed on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He hated those feelings of fear and insecurity. Not because he was worried about himself. His biggest fear was something happening to you.

Humanity's strongest soldier was scared to death about the possibility of losing his wife. The only person that truly knew the real him. The only person that knew his biggest insecurities, deepest fears, and darkest secrets.

„Okay, fine,“ you said finally, looking over at your brother and then at your squad leader standing nearby. As your best friend of many years, Hange knew you can handle your husband alone, even when he was almost spitting fire around himself. But in moments like these, she preferred to be near in case you needed some help. „But I can return by myself, Hange and Moblit should continue with the rest of you.“

„Are you crazy? What if you faint again?“

You rolled your eyes at Moblit. Both of you looked similar, with light brown eyes and brown hair, taking after your late mother. „I didn’t faint,“ you hissed and with the help of your husband got to your feet once more. Levi took hold of your left hand, steadying you for a while. His thumb brushed over your wedding band – identical to the one he wore on his left ring finger for almost a year.

„You were a bit pale this morning,“ he said as he was carefully examining your face.

„I’m almost always feeling a bit nauseous before expeditions, you know that.“

„But it seemed different this time. I just didn’t wanna argue right before setting off.“

And this was not the time, either. Not when too many eyes were on both of you. You were pretty popular among your comrades, even before dating Captain Levi. Your naturally friendly personality was a big help when it came to socializing. Even the usually grumpy, cold, and distant Corporal warmed up to you pretty quickly. It only took a few expeditions and time spent with Hange, who loved to bother him with almost everything.

„You three get ready, I’ll inform Erwin. If you see a green flare, turn around and head back to Trost, the rest of us will continue according to the plan.“

„What about the rest of my squad?“ asked Hange.

„I’ll take care of them,“ said Levi firmly and squeezed your hand two times. It was his way of saying love you without using words. A secret gesture only the two of you knew about and used daily when amongst others. „And you take the best care of my wife.“

„She’s my dearest friend, of course, I’ll take the best care of her,“ she assured him and hugged you around the shoulders, practically ripping you away from Levi.

„We’ll return safely, Captain. You don’t need to worry,“ added Moblit and kissed you on the top of your head. You were born three years before him, but that did nothing to the fact, that he was the one to inherit your father’s tall figure. That left you looking like his little sister when the opposite was the truth.

„Be careful, darling,“ you said quietly and grabbed your husband’s hand one last time to squeeze it two times. He quickly returned the gesture, brushed his thump alongside your knuckles, and turned to leave.

His behavior towards his wife seemed quite strange and even cold to others. But you knew the true meaning behind his every gesture, even the tiniest ones. You knew he loved you more than anyone and anything. And you were proud to be his wife. Overjoyed over the fact that you shared his last name and were known as Humanity's strongest’s wife.

You, Moblit, and Hange returned home without any complications. Members of the Garrison at the gates were surprised, but you didn't owe them any explanation. Especially not when they saw your once again pale face and bloodshot eyes.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were glad Levi made you turn around. Staying in Titan territory in this condition could have cost you your life.

After arriving at the HQ you went straight to bed. Nasty feelings of nausea hit you even harder than this morning. And yesterday. And the day before. And almost every day for the last week. It was probably something more severe than nerves, but you hated doctors and hospitals too much to go and find out what was causing you such troubles.

So you did your best to hide everything from Levi which was much more difficult than you had originally thought. Despite him being swallowed up by work, he kept a close eye on you at all times, quickly noticing that you were acting a bit strange. He asked you a few questions and tried to cheer you up, but all you could give were fake smiles and lame excuses.

„Hey, you feeling okay?“ asked your brother quietly some hours later, just a few minutes after Hange left your room. You missed dinner and he came to check on you because it was unusual for you. „I saved you some leftovers from dinner if you wanted to eat them later.“

„Maybe, but thank you, Moblit,“ you mumbled from under the covers, burying your face into Levi’s pillow that still smelled like him. The expedition was supposed to take three days, so you knew he won't be coming home tonight, not even tomorrow. And that made you sad, nights without him by your side were too long and cold. „I’m sorry about today. You and Hange should have stayed with the rest of the Scouts. I would’ve made it back by myself.“

„No need for that when I’m around.“

„It should be me who looks after you. Not the other way around.“

„You did that our entire childhood, it’s my turn now,“ he teased and closed the door behind him, making his way to the bed.

You loved your younger brother to bits, he was always by your side and never let you down. After your mother’s sudden death, it was Moblit who pulled you out from the darkest corners of your mind. And it was he, who took care of you when your father lost his battle with his long-term terminal illness just a year later. You were twenty at the time, he was just seventeen. Not even an adult. But you could always lean on him because he always had your back.

At first, he wasn’t sure about you dating Captain Levi. Moblit admired the man and had much respect for his skills, but when it came to personal things... well, he thought that the two of you were polar opposites. And he was right. But your happiness came first for him, so he never interfered and let you live your life. He was the happiest when you told him Levi and you were getting married.

„Shouldn't you get checked out by a doctor? You were looking a bit off for the last couple of days.“

„I hate doctors you know that.“ His loving smile was the first thing you saw when you looked out from underneath the covers.

„Yes, you do. But you can’t keep on going like this. What about the next expeditions?“

„I need a few days off, that’s all. Maybe I ate something bad, or it’s just the nerves. I had a lot of work lately, especially with the new cadets.“

You’ve been helping Hange with the newest recruits, teaching them the manners of the Survey Corps and such. It was fun, you loved working with people and never wanted to pass up an opportunity like that. But it could become pretty tiring after some time, especially when you became partly responsible for the survival of those people.

The one thing you never had to worry about was gaining their respect. Nobody dared to disobey Mrs. Ackerman. Nobody dared to even try, to be precise.

„Levi won’t be happy when he returns. He worries about you a lot, even though he never shows it.“

„He knows I can take care of myself.“

„Can you?“ he teased and patted you on the head like a little kid. „You need to be careful, anything can happen in a blink of an eye, especially outside the Walls.“

„I’m grateful for your concern, little brother. But I’m fine, no need to worry.“ You lovingly grabbed his hand and brushed your thumb alongside his fingers.

The world was a better place because of your brother. He could lighten up your days without even trying. Sometimes when you looked at him, you still saw the little boy who kept you company your whole childhood. You loved looking after him, he was an easy kid. Almost always obeying your commands so the two of you didn’t get into unnecessary arguments.

„And how are things between you and the Captain?“

„What do you mean?“ you asked a little confused, propping up the pillow beneath your head.

„Nothing specific, just in general. Being Humanity's strongest’s wife isn’t easy, I suppose.“

„Levi’s just like every other man and husband. Nothing unusual about our marriage.“

You hated how most people saw Levi. He wasn’t just a soldier or a weapon made from flesh and bones. He was a real person, a human being with a beating heart who needed love and understanding. Some reassurance and kind words which kept him going when his mind wandered to the worst possible places.

Your husband may come off as rude and cold to most people, but his heart was made of pure gold. He was loving, gentle, and caring toward you. Levi always made you feel loved and safe in every situation. He admired you, cherished you, and was extremely proud of everything you did for the Survey Corps. Your husband always treated you with respect and listened to everything you had to say – good or bad, he did his best every time to hear you out and help you sort everything out.

It was Levi, who wiped away your tears and kissed your wet cheeks. And it was Levi, who lovingly took you into his arms when you woke up from another nightmare. He always had the words to calm you down and lure you back to sleep as he rubbed your back and pressed small kisses on top of your head.

The man, who was so afraid of getting close to anyone became a different person when he was in your presence. He was able to let his guard down and show his most vulnerable side. In your presence, he wasn't afraid or ashamed to shed a couple of tears when everything got to him and the world knocked him down on his knees.

„I just want you to be happy, sister. That’s all, you know I promised our parents I’ll look after you.“

„We both should look after each other.“

„I think we’re pretty good at that. We’ve always been. You never let your guard down around me and always make sure I don’t get in trouble.“

You became pretty emotional over the last couple of weeks, almost everyone noticed that. Mostly your husband and brother. That’s why Moblit didn’t bat an eye when tears started to collect in your eyes. He rather helped you sit up and pulled you into a tight hug.

„I love you,“ he said quietly, gently caressing your back. „Get some rest, I’ll go help Hange with her work in the lab. She started some new experiments before we left this morning and I’m sure she already got back to work.“

„Yeah, you should go after her. We both know she gets lost in all those papers and everything way too easily.“

Hange was your childhood friend. Her family lived close by, so the three of you used to play together a lot, even though she was a few years older. She was the one who inspired you and Moblit to join the military. And now she was the one in charge, your trustworthy and always reliable squad leader.

„Love you, good night,“ you said and kissed his cheek before he got up, and after wishing you good night left your and Levi’s joined room.

You slowly got up, went over to the bathroom, and took a long warm shower. Those always made you feel a whole lot better. But not today. Nausea hit you again pretty hard, you ended up vomiting again. Several times in a row. That’s why you didn’t even think about eating the leftovers from dinner Moblit told you about earlier.

You just went straight to bed, curled up under the covers, and tried to fall asleep. But it was hard when Levi wasn’t next to you. The bed was too cold and empty, there was no one to hold. With Levi, you used to talk before falling asleep – sometimes just laying next to each other, not touching even the slightest. Other times you held onto each other like the world was about to end. You loved both options, the most important thing was his mere presence. The fact that he was alive and with you.

It was early morning when you heard somebody opening and closing the door. Sleep mercilessly avoided you for long hours. You just kept tossing and turning, looking at the ceiling and waiting for daylight to come.

„Don’t mind me, I’m gonna take a shower,“ said Levi in a firm voice when you turned your head in his direction. You had to be dreaming. He wasn’t supposed to be back, not yet. Not for another two days. Not in the middle of the night.

„Levi... what happened? How are you back already?“

You immediately got out of bed and went to him. Silver moonlight illuminated the whole room, so you saw the blood very clearly. His uniform was soaked in the crimson liquid in multiple places, the hem of his cloak torn. The only visible injury you saw right away was a long cut under his left eye. It didn’t look too deep, but seeing him hurt in any way made your heart cry out in pain.

„What happened?“ you repeated your question and extended your hand towards him. Levi hesitated for a bit, but when he saw your worried expression, he gave in. Slid his hand into yours, stepped closer, and rested his forehead against yours. „Are you hurt? Should I get Hange or somebody from the infirmary?“

He shook his head, kissing your cheek gently. Shiver ran down your back as his free hand wrapped around your waist, just moments before his legs gave out and he collapsed right in front of you.

„Levi!“ you cried out and got down to the floor next to him. You gently rubbed his back and planted a long kiss on the top of his head. His whole body was shaking as he leaned against you and rested his head on your shoulder. „What is it, darling? Are you sure you’re not injured? Maybe you should see a doctor, just in case.“

„No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me... please.“

„But...“

„I am fine,“ he repeated himself calmly, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You saw him in his worst moments, but this was something different. Something more serious and heartbreaking. You didn’t even want to think about what happened during the expedition. Suddenly you felt relieved about having to come back early.

„Do you want to tell me what happened?“ you asked in a calm loving tone, stroking his messy dark hair. A few strands at the bottom of his head were stuck together with dried blood. „Did you hit your head?“

„That’s not my blood.“

„Okay, good.“

Nothing was good, not even close to that. But you had to calm him down. Calm yourself down. You wrapped his body in a tight hug and pulled him as close to you as possible. A quiet sigh escaped his mouth when you finally felt him relax a bit. You could feel his heartbeat slowing down to a more steady pace as his eyes closed and he made himself more comfortable in your arms.

„We should go to bed, you need to rest,“ you said kissing his temple.

He didn't care to move, but you got him to his feet and led him to the bathroom. You sat him down on the edge of the bathtub and slowly started taking off his gear and uniform. The exhausted captain was watching you with bloodshot eyes but ended up helping you clean him up before going to bed.

The sun was slowly starting to rise.

You still contemplated calling Hange to take a look at him, but you eventually gave up. He seemed fine... physically. Even more, after you gently cleaned the cut under his eye and put a healing ointment on it.

„Thank you, my love,“ he whispered when you finally laid down next to him.

„Try to sleep now, it was a long day.“

You let him cuddle up to you, taking him in your arms as he laid his head on your chest. Tonight it was he, who desperately needed to be comforted. But soon enough your eyes filled with tears again.

What happened out there?

What made him this... this...

Was he the only one who made it back?

What about Erwin?

Miche, Nanaba, Petra, Eld, and all your other friends?

What about the rest of Hange’s squad?

„How are you feeling?“ asked Levi after you thought he had already fallen asleep. „Did you see a doctor about the dizziness and nausea?“

You didn’t answer for a bit, thinking about the best response. Was it worth telling the truth when he was in a state like this? Or would a merciful white lie be a better option? You hated lying to him because arguing was the worst. Your parents used to argue quite often when you and Moblit were little. And you couldn’t forget about it even after many years.

All that shouting, swearing, your dad throwing things around, and even directly at your mother... At first, it was you, who tried to protect her and Moblit as well. You were the older sibling and the firstborn child, it was your duty. At least you felt like it.

But when your brother got older and understood what was going on, he wasn’t afraid to confront your father. With harsh words and even physically a couple of times. Those events stuck with you and gave you goosebumps even years later. Since then you were afraid of open confrontations. You got easily scared when someone raised their voice at you even a little bit angrily.

And Levi knew that, you told him pretty early in your relationship. So when he got angry with you about anything, he tried to communicate reasonably and assertively. He never raised his voice, never shouted, and tried not to swear in your presence.

„Everything is fine, darling. I’m just a little tired after helping Hange with the new cadets. I’ll rest for a day or two and it will be fine.“

You weren't sure. Not after throwing up so many times just a few hours ago. Not after feeling weak and tired even more than usual. Something was going on, but you didn’t want to worry Levi. Not even a slightest.

„You can count on me on the next expedition,“ you assured him, rubbing his back in slow motion to help him fall asleep.

„Better not,“ he murmured and kissed your neck.

It only took a few more minutes until he finally fell asleep, holding onto you for dear life. You cried silent tears for almost an hour, waited for the blood-colored sunrise, and finally fell asleep with puffy eyes and a heavy feeling in your chest.

To be continued...

Part II

#levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #hange zoe #moblit berner #aot x you #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk

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yourlocaltrashcan657 · 2 months

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Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader. Prologue.

“Cmon Y/N! We’re going to be late for our first day at this shitty job!” Ymir said fixing her uniform.

”Ymir! That’s 50 cents in the jar.” Krista exclaimed quickly turning back to fix her makeup.

”Fine.” Ymir said only to quickly shout. “Oi! Sasha stop eating all of the food!”

”Lets go now. I’m all ready.” Y/N said grabbing her bag and slipping on her shoes.

The four girls have been friends since they were young so it was no surprise when they all moved in together at an apartment and got the same job.

Whilst walking to your new workplace Krista talked about how we should be careful about this workplace due to the accidents and how we should carry around pepper spray just in case.

That soon led to Ymir laughing and saying how Sasha would just drink it all. The four of them giggled before finally reaching the workplace.

It had a faint smell of cherry which was different from the last time you came which was to give your resume and to do an interview in which you all succeeded.

Y/N led them to a room in which they signed in and got their land yards to open locked doors around the hospital.

“We have 10 minutes to spare.. let’s just stay here like everyone else.” Krista said as she sat down on a chair.

“Which ward did you guys get?” Ymir asked as she plopped down onto the couch in the lounge room. “I got ward 6 and it’s all the way on the other side of this crappy building!”

”I think there’s a reason you got an easy ward, Ymir..” Y/N said, earning a scoff from the freckled woman.

”Yeah Ward 6 is for slightly unstable people.. I got ward 4 and I think that’s for children who need help..” Krista said before sulking at the thought of children being in a mental hospital.

”I got Ward 3! I’ll be able to see Krista every now and then so it won’t be that bad.” Sasha said making Ymir groan in annoyance.

”I got Ward 1.” Y/N said bluntly making the whole room go quiet. “What?”

”Y/N, Ward 1 is where all the crazy shi- I mean uh stuff happens.” Ymir said. “Before we applied for this crazy job, so many doctors have died just by taking care of one patient in Ward 1”

”Ymir! Stop scaring us like that!” Krista said.

”It’s true! I’ve heard that one of the guys in there is so crazy that he just stares at you and you’ll want to die!” Sasha exclaimed scared.

”Sasha! S-stop it!” Krista exclaimed. “Y/N if you ever need to swap Wards I think you can ask the boss or some higher up.”

”I’ll be alright.. I think I got placed there due to my grades and experience.” Y/N explained with a smile.

”I heard only experts work in Ward 1 so good luck with those people.” Ymir said.

*RING* *RING*

“That must be the bell for us to start working.. see you later Y/N.” Sasha said before waving goodbye and walking off with Ymir and Krista who also did the same.

I made my go Ward 1 only to be greeted by a tall, blue eyed man and a and goggled, brunette woman.

”You must be Y/N?” The tall man asked reaching out to shake her hand. “We are in charge of Ward 1.”

”Yes. I’m working in Ward 1, it’s a pleasure to meet you” Y/N said shaking his hand.

”I’m Erwin Smith and this Hange Zoe. I’ll be accompanying you for today to see how it goes.” Erwin said smiling.

”If you ever need me I’ll be in my office, pretty gal.” Hange said before smirking and walking off.

”Let’s begin, shall we?” Erwin said.

#aot x y/n #yandere erwin smith #yandere aot x reader #yandere jean kirstein #yandere aot #yandere levi ackerman #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere reiner #yandere levi #yandere jean #yandere erwin #yandere #yandere eren yeager #yandere armin #yandere Connie springer #Yandere Bertolt #ymir #christa lenz #sasha braus

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jean-vi · 1 year

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Lie To Me | Levi x Reader

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader Inspiration: “Chizu ni nai basho e yume wo hasete / Shiharau no wa Risiko der Freiheit” - Jiyuu No Daishou by Linked Horizon Summary: Facing the female titan, you find yourself in a sticky position. Genre: Angst, Fluff (?) Warnings: Major Character Injury, Spoilers for Season 1 of SNK, Most events that occur in this work do not actually occur in the season, but the context is a spoiler. WC: 4.3K A/N: I have been writing fanfic on here for a while under @tae-cup but this is my first AOT Fic. I hope it reads well :) Other: Masterlist

Part 2

You didn’t think you’d ever get used to riding horses for hours at a time. You understood, fundamentally, that they kept you alive when you were outside the walls, but at the same time, you really did not enjoy the constant jolting. It was truly a beautiful day to be outside, no doubt about it, but maybe this was…a little too outside for comfort. The walls had been your home for many years until you joined the Scout regiment. To be completely honest, it had been a bit of a rash choice, a sort of rebellion against the Military Police that terrorized your family.

Your hands gripped the reins with uncertainty. The first time you’d left the walls, all those years ago, you’d been excited. The world felt fresh and new. Now the sky felt like a rotten apple and the people were all the same: excited or nervous recruits and down-trodden experienced soldiers alike. One person caught your eye though.

You looked up from the reins to view the people in front of you. Squad Levi. You were a relatively new addition. You were the newest member until the nuisance known as Eren Jaeger joined. It wasn’t that he was particularly annoying, although sometimes his shouting and monologues about freedom did grate on your ears, it was more that he injured himself a lot. You understood the basic fundamentals of his abilities, like being able to heal considerably quicker than a normal human, and regrowing whole limbs wasn’t out of the question either. Being the designated medic, not by choice, you had made a name for yourself by chasing after any squad members who had the slightest ailment. Eren Jaeger? Well, he had lots of them, and it was considerably more draining.

The others had laughed and thanked Eren for keeping you off their backs. That was only a few weeks ago. Now, here you were. There was always a grimness to the air on these missions. The usually lively squad was dead silent. The beating hooves of the horses pierced the air. It was too quiet, too calm.

Your eyes roved from person to person. You were taking the rear with Eren in front of you. He was just a kid, but he had the stare of someone much older. Next was Petra. She was always a good friend to you. Her smiles and determination brought light into this serious squad. You finally rested your eyes on Captain Levi.

At this moment in time, you were having trouble remembering why you were chosen for this team. Still, he had trust in you and so you would have faith in him in return. It was a mutual sort of arrangement. Going into the Scout regiment, you had known some basic first aid. It was a skill taught by your mother. After hearing about your unwavering interest in the Scout Regiment, she had insisted on teaching you the basics.

“You can’t stop me.” You hissed.

“I know.” Your mother sagged in defeat. “I know you have this–this anger deep inside. I just don’t want you to go into this mess unprepared.” She took your hand and held it firmly. “Let me teach you what I know. I may only be a midwife and I may not be of use to you, but I want you to be of use to others.”

You sat down at the dining table and waited as she fetched her bag of tools.

“And another thing, sweetie,” she whispered as she drew out the needle and thread, “make yourself important, irreplaceable.”

A red flare went off, somewhere to your right. A return green flare to your left.

“Captain.” Eld called out and the Captain glanced at the flares.

“Petra, fire the flare.” He said simply.

“Yes, Captain!” The woman responded quickly and sent off the green flare.

Well, things were getting interesting. There was already a titan so close. It was a little unnerving. You’d seen scouting missions fall apart before and you really did want this to be the exception. Defeat after defeat. The wounds dragged on. Another set of hoofs joined the marching beat.

“Captain Levi, a message!” The new girl shouted as she sidled up to the right of your squad. You observed her carefully. She seemed shaken, but not harmed. The girl was sweating and her hands were gripping the reins too hard to be considered relaxed.

“Report.” The Captain commanded.

“The right side scouting squads have been decimated! There are huge casualties!” The girl cried.

Levi seemed to think for a moment before nodding in the direction of Petra.

“Petra, pass on the message.” He commanded. “And thank you for the report.” He addressed the girl who nodded and fell back, racing towards the right. You saw it now; flares screeching into the sky, puffing black smoke.

“An abnormal this far in?” You wondered aloud and you had been with the team long enough to see the tell-tale signs of distress. Still, Levi remained a statue-like figure. His head barely turned in the direction of the flares.

“The formation has fallen apart. We have no choice but to divert to a more advantageous position.” Levi responded after a short pause. You then sense the shake of the new recruit ahead.

You considered yourself pretty straight-laced and a person who was rather blunt. However, you didn’t exactly lack human compassion, which you speculated that the Captain in front did. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for human life, it was evident that he did based on his role in the regiment, but he didn’t react much to anything. This stone cold expression of his definitely paid off when you asked for his help in the medical ward.

“Hey.” You pulled up next to Eren. His face was downcast and his eyebrows were sinched together. “We’ll find your friends.”

It was a promise that was more than likely false. You had wanted to say that they would be alright, but that was certainly a lie. Eren’s expression was that of a boy who was already imagining his friends dead. You didn’t want to see those thoughts come to fruition, they were children after all, but this world was cruel in the worst ways.

“I told you to stop saying things like that.” Levi spoke and there was something in his vocal fry that made your heart quicken.

“I know, but remember what I said?”

The man thought for a moment and then dipped his head. “Continue.”

A few weeks earlier

Levi had always been a good steady hand and a calming presence. It was probably what first drew you to asking him to assist you after missions. You felt a little guilty asking an already exhausted man to continue to work, but he had agreed. He was rather apathetic but he worked diligently.

“You told that man that he would be okay.” Levi seemed perplexed, truly, as he looked towards the corpse on the ground. “You shouldn’t lie to the dying, so why?”

“I don’t know.” Was your first response. It was something you seemed to say often with the man, but this time you took a moment to ponder his question fully. “I guess when a person is forced to deal with death and the inevitable pain, they need to be told lies to keep themselves sane.” Then you took a deep breath. “In less metaphorical terms, in order to keep them on our side until the end, they need to feel secure.”

Your hands were shaky after long missions or stressful days with lots of patients. The day was just winding down now and it was another heartbreaking loss. Less and less soldiers seemed to come back alive and intact lately. It was mentally and physically draining to care for the wounded, but for some reason, Levi kept coming back. He would hand you the needle and thread and when your eyelids began to droop, he’d finish the job for you. It wasn’t in any gentle or particularly caring way. He’d take the needle and thread, as if commanding you to sleep. But you never could sleep. You’d drift in and out of consciousness sitting on the ground nearby. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Get some sleep.” He said quietly as he finished and fixed your rough stitching job. It had been hurried because the soldier was bleeding quickly. Now, the table was covered in blood and you couldn’t stand looking at his disfigured body any longer. You’d saved his life, but he’d never walk again.

“I can’t sleep on nights like these.” You responded gruffly. You were stubborn and Levi shared this trait.

“I know that, but you need to be able to properly treat people tomorrow. They need your best mind.”

You paused and then frowned, shutting your eyes in thought. “So you save the lives of humanity by getting four hours of sleep, right?”

“I am here to save myself and only myself. I can get by on four hours. You, on the other hand, are stupidly trying to save the lives of all these dying soldiers. It is a pursuit that will lead you nowhere.” He snipped the thread and set his hands down on the table with a heavy sigh. You ignored his scorn for your current occupation and decided to rest your head against the cold stone.

“You say you’re only here to save yourself, and yet you have so little regard for your own life?” You said softly, on your way to dreamland. You heard the soft fabric of his clothes rustle and you felt his gaze slip to your face. The glance was fleeting and warm, but he remained focused on the task at hand.

“There are some people I can not bring back. I should have died with them years ago, and although they want me to lay them to rest, I will continue to cruelly live on in their name. It is purely selfish.” He responded.

You thought on his words for a moment. Levi seemed the opposite of selfish to you.

“Some would call that selfless.” You shrugged before the night took you away.

“My friends.” He was muttering to himself.

“Eren.” You tilted your head down to look him in the eyes. “Don’t worry. We will find them.” You’d probably be finding their bodies and even that would be a miracle. With how close the titan had reached, you doubted a bunch of recruits would be able to stand a chance. “And if they’re injured, you know I’ll fix them right up.” You assured further.

The boy looked away and you took that as your cue to fall back. Still, even if he didn’t fully believe your lie either, it was something to convince himself of. Captain Levi spared you a glance. You went back to dreaming. You day dreamed about what your life could have been like. You imagined a world where titans no longer terrorized humanity. Would you have still chosen the path of medicine if it weren’t needed for your survival? Would you have…fallen in love? Maybe a doctor or a nurse you worked with? Maybe a stranger you’d met at the market? What did all this daydreaming do you anyway. It wasn’t going to change the situation.

“Captain, I hear something.” Oluo shouted.

Levi looked behind him and, of course, everyone else followed suit. There was a thud, but it was faint and seemed so far away. In the distance, behind, was a tiny dot. It was moving at an alarming rate, though.

“Is that–” You started.

“ –the abnormal?” Petra finished as you both stared in horror.

The Captain gave away nothing.

“We continue riding forward.” He insisted and you usually trusted the man but this was absurd. The forest was out of the way and more of a barrier than anything else. It just made no sense. Then it hit you. The useless ODM gear currently strapped to you would become a lethal weapon in the forest.

“Understood.” You replied, but you truly did understand this time.

“Captain! We could have saved them!” Eren screamed as the soldiers zipping through the trees were swatted out of the sky. This titan really was terrifying. You’d never seen one that looked like it before. Despite being at the back of the formation, you remained vigilant in looking straight ahead. You probably trusted a self-appointed “selfish” man far too much.

Eren’s exclamations were becoming more desperate.

“There’s another dead.” The boy cried and it did tug at the heart strings.

“Eren,” You began, “I work with the dead all day, every day.” You felt the listening ears of your teammates, even Levi, especially Levi. “I know their deaths were violent, but they were quick.” You continued and you heard another crunch. God, you were really sick of people dying. You could feel your eyes wetting as the slaughter continued behind you, but you refused to let tears fall. With a steely determination, you stared straight ahead. “It is much better than suffering a slow, painful, death later on a table in a strange room.”

“I agree.” Levi added and your eyes fell on the back of his head. He was so calm and reserved in a time where even Eld was nervous. “Cover your ears.”

You had just enough time to register his words and mindlessly react.

Bang!

For some reason, you saw him watching you as the world exploded in light.

“Did we really capture it?” You asked, waiting for anyone to answer.

“It would appear that way.” Petra murmured.

“You guys leave, switch to ODM gear.” Levi instructed. “Get Eren to HQ as fast as possible.”

“Yes, Sir!” You all replied in unison. You unstrapped the small medical bag from your horse and wrapped it around your shoulders.

The Captain disappeared from sight. You switched to your ODM gear, flying from tree to tree. Everything was moving so quickly and the green of the forest hid most of the sunlight. However, a movement caught your eye.

“The traitor.” You heard Eren hiss. That’s when you saw them. The Scout Regiment logo felt wrong to be displayed on a traitor to humanity.

“Move! Move! They’re closing in!” Eld shouted and you began to weave through the trees.

“Gunther!” Petra screamed and you knew. You knew what happened. Fuck. You didn’t want to see the body of a person you just saw yesterday, but you needed to. You looked back and you acknowledged him. He hung lifelessly, swinging like a pendulum.

“Go! Go! Go!” Eld continued and you followed. It wasn’t your business for heroics.

Then, a flash of yellow light, like lightning striking. You couldn’t hold back a surprised scream now. Shielding your eyes, you felt your hair sizzle and the air pop. Then, like something out of your worst nightmares, the titan was there. She was fast and agile. Her movements were unlike any other titan you’d seen or killed, but you supposed this was unlike any other mission you’d been on.

“I’ll kill her, once and for all.” Eren screamed to Eld as he raised his hand to his mouth.

“Stop!” Your eyes widened and you felt breathless. “Please, just let us handle it. We’re the best, after all.” You tried to reason with him.

“Trust us.” Petra nodded.

Eren looked from you to your squad to the titan. The titan was closing in and you didn’t have much time left.

“Trust us.” You pleaded. If Eren transformed, it put so much at risk. You couldn’t risk him getting taken.

“Okay.” He finally said and you all breathed a collective sigh of relief. He turned and zipped ahead. “I trust you.”

You watched his figure fading into the distance as you and the others began your assault. Eld moved in to distract. The wind was rushing in your ears as you positioned yourself on a tree. You didn’t have quite the kill count as the others, but you understood the basics. Petra and Oluo sliced into the titan’s eyes, causing the monster to stumble back into the tree.

“It’s protecting its nape!” You shouted and you flew in to join the fray. You hooked onto its ligaments and began slicing. The tendons in the arms were gone and the shield on her nape dropped. You hesitated to celebrate as the others looked on in victory. They wanted the killing blow.

After seeing and hearing the cries of all those soldiers she’d killed, you wanted to slaughter her too. You could feel their pain fueling you to push on, even as your gut began to sink. It was just too easy.

“Strike the neck, now!” Eld yelled his war cry and you hooked onto her nape to join him. The female titan lunged. You pulled back with a scream, but Eld was already bit in two. Blood began to stain the grass. No.

“Eld!” You screeched. You watched as his body fell. No medical miracle could bring that back to life. You frantically turned to the others. “We need to regroup!”

“It’s–It’s impossible.” Petra was muttering as she flew away from the titan. “It’s only been 30 seconds or so. That’s just not–”

“Petra!” Oluo warned, but it was too late. Blood splattered on a tree.

“No, no, no.” You whispered as you retreated.

“I’ll kill you.” Oluo went in for the exposed nape. Your eyes widened.

“Wait! Stop!” You shouted, but it didn’t matter. You’d never seen a human kicked that hard or that far, but Oluo was gone on impact, you knew that from the sickening crunch. There was no way. All of squad Levi? Gone?

You landed on the grass. You felt numb as you stared into the face of the titan. Falling to your knees, you looked up to the sky, past where her form blocked the sun. Maybe, in this giant forest, it wouldn’t be such a bad place to die. You’d be with your comrades. You dropped your medical bag and accepted this fate. The female titan stared down at you and then her hand was wrapped around your body. Her grip was so tight, you felt your bones cracking like sticks and now you screamed in agony.

“You killed them!” You were a mess. Tears were running down your face and now you couldn’t breathe. You came face to face with the female titan. Her hair covered her blind eye.

A blinding light and Eren had abandoned the plan. You felt the pressure on your body ease up and then suddenly, you were falling. You had no time to grapple to any trees. You just plummeted to the ground.

The air left your lungs and every breath, every movement, every shake of the ground, hurt. On a scale of 1 to 10? This was a 10. The two titans were fighting and their rumbling moved farther away. You almost wanted to thank Eren. Now, you’d be able to die in peace.

Captain Levi.

The whole squad was wiped out in one go. You didn’t have it in you to sit up, so you lay with your back tucked between the grasses. It wasn’t long after the explosion of light that you noticed a familiar figure flying through the trees.

Levi had come to a stop above Petra’s body. You were in blinding pain, but you needed to get his attention before he left.

“Captain.” You choked out, but for some reason, he heard you. He turned to you and jumped down from the tree. His feet landed softly next to you and he didn’t hesitate to kneel beside your body. His rough, but nimble, hands circled yours. The Captain could have said any number of things, but chose these:

“Do you want to be saved?” It was simple. He was giving you the option to die peacefully with your comrades or be saved. You usually couldn’t read Captain Levi very well, but when you looked at his face, finally, you were taken aback.

Anger. His mouth, set in an ever-present line, was now tilted into a frown. His eyebrows were pushed together ever so slightly and his eyelids dropped into a killer gaze. You had wondered at his emotional capacity for years now, but with this single gaze, you understood him. You understood how he needed to protect himself from the death that surrounded him. You refused to be another comrade that he’d be haunted by at night. Looking at the sky, you realized you had a long life ahead of you. Now was not your time to die.

You had your answer, and it was for, just as he said, purely selfish reasons. You couldn’t muster the energy to move or speak, but your eyes slid over to your fallen medical bag. And now Levi had his answer too. You wanted to say you saw him breathe a sigh of relief, but it was probably an illusion.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be okay.” He parroted your blissful lie as he grabbed the bandages from the bag.

You found the nerve to speak with that comment. “Maybe you were right. Lies don’t help the dying much. We know it’s over.”

“You are not ‘the dying.’” He bit back with a deadly tone. You didn’t flinch. Instead, you wanted to laugh. He finished the wrapping and sat back. “I don’t know what else to do.” He finally admitted.

Your gaze moved to the treetops. Everything was fading and going in and out of darkness.

“Nothing else you can do.” You mustered. “I’m probably bleeding internally. I’ll die before leaving this forest.”

“You will not.” The man said quietly and when he stood, he stared down at you with an incredulous expression. “Why do you accept your death so easily? You will survive and you will live until you are old. Do you hear me, idiot?”

You smiled as your eyes slid closed. “I hear you, Captain.”

A Few Days Later

The last remaining member of Squad Levi. You lifted your hand gingerly and stared at the wrappings. They were clean, fresh. That must be good. You watched the dust particles filtering through the sunlight streaming in. A roof. That was a good sign. You were in a bed. Also a good sign.

“Don’t move.” A harsh voice commanded, but your lips pulled into an easy smile.

“Captain, I wasn’t aware you cared so much.”

“Do you know how hard it is to deal with all those injured scouts when you get yourself injured?” Levi was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room. His legs were stretched out lazily as he reclined, one hand nursing a steaming teacup. “Don’t do it again.” He took a sip.

“Yes, sir.” You grumbled and dropped your hand. The man got up and moved to the side of the bed, where you could see him better.

“We are now the only members of the Special Operations team.”

You tilted your head back and stared at the wooden beams. What were their last thoughts? Last sight? Probably the forest floor and trees the size of castles. That forest was littered with bodies now. It felt like a terrible nightmare.

“I am hardly special enough for any ‘Special Operations.’” You countered. “Why do you even want me on the team?”

He gave you a blank stare, which was a common occurrence. “Because you were on it before and you’re alive and breathing.” Levi reasoned.

“I think I should switch to being a medical helper instead, full time.”

“Why are you arguing with me, idiot?” He frowned. “You are a part of Squad Levi still and you always will be. That’s how it works here.”

“I could just get myself thrown out.” You chuckled.

“And I’d just argue that you stay, like last time.”

The conversation fell silent. Then you shifted to look out the window. “I care for this team, a lot, but there is no team left.” You sighed. “I guess that only leaves me to care for you, Captain.”

You heard his footsteps and he was now in front of the window, just staring at you. His usually intimidating gaze was gone.

“I wouldn’t have saved you if I didn’t care either.” He stated simply and leaned against the window sill. The light fell so perfectly on his face, highlighting the curve of his mouth, the sharpness of his eyes.

“I would have saved you, too.” You added.

“You would save everyone if you could.”

“And you wouldn’t?”

“I save people I think I can save.” He shrugged. His grip tightened on the edge of the window. “I don’t know why I saved you. I was sure you were going to die, and maybe I should have let you.”

You pressed your lips together. “I’m still glad you lied to me. I will be truthful in saying that I asked you to save me for purely selfish reasons.”

“I guess we have that in common.” The Captain crossed his arms. Your eyes widened and he tilted his head. “Did I say something amiss?”

“No I–” You stopped yourself. “I just didn’t realize you cared.”

“If I didn’t care, why would I spend all those nights with you, fixing up the worst injuries I’ve seen?”

“Because you care about…human life?”

“Because I care about you, idiot.” He said roughly and moved to your bedside. The man took your hand in his and it was eerily reminiscent of the forest. You could almost smell the dirt.

“Maybe I care about you too.” You finally said and he dropped your hand. His face fell back into its usual stone-cold expression. His only acknowledgement was a dip in his head.

“Get some rest.” He said bluntly and headed for the door.

“You as well, Captain.”

He let his hand brush against the door frame for a moment and then left. A fleeting ghost. A vision. You wished you could hold onto his hand for a just a bit longer. It was nice to be in good company.

To be continued...?

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