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#post dump incoming once again#hannibal#nbc hannibal#willgrahamsbecoming#frederick chilton#raúl esparza#hannibal meme#hannibal shitpost
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Stickers AU
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Part 7
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Sitting on the hotel roof as he tried to calm down from the high-speed flight away from Batman, Danny looked over his ill-gotten gains.
Ooh, candy! Why did Batman have candy? Did he have a problem with his blood sugar? Shrugging, Danny popped a sucker into his mouth. What else did he get?
Fiddling with one piece of a thin stack of black metal, he managed to click a concealed switch that caused the sides to expand from an unobtrusive oval to razor-sharp, wing shaped edges. Ow!
Shaking the sting from his left hand, Danny inspected the thin, shallow slice on his finger before holding it to the edge of his hoodie to keep his blood off things until he got back to the room for a band-aid.
Getting the now obviously a batarang to collapse back down, Danny beamed. Score! He'd gotten four of the things, one each for himself, Ellie, Sam, and Tucker. He didn't think Jazz would mind not getting a vigilante throwing weapon as a souvenir. She usually used the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick or the Boo-Staff, having been mostly banned from long-range weaponry on account of her inheriting Dad's aim...
Shuddering, Danny banished the memories accompanied by that thought in favor of the last item. Looking it over, it seemed like an airpod? Did he grab one half of Batman's headpho-... Oh, Ancients that was a communicator! Could they track it? Who was he kidding, of *course* they could track it!
Freaking out juuuust a little, Danny stuffed everything else into his pockets, grabbed the comm unit, and high tailed it, phasing through walls and floors in his hurry to get back to the room.
Once there he dove for his luggage, pulling out the Thermos he'd brought along just in case, and dumped the ear piece in before locking it down.
There. Heaving a sigh of relief, Danny slumped down against the side of the bed he'd claimed when they first checked in. The ecto-shielding on the Thermos should block any incoming or outgoing signals until he could get Tucker to look at it and make sure no one could trace the comm back to him.
Wincing against the light as the bedside lamp on the other side of the room flared to life, he saw Jazz squinting at him fuzzily, one hand on the Anti-Creep Stick propped up on wall beside the bed. "Danny? Izzat you?"
"Yeah, Jazz, it's just me. I just got back, sorry for waking you. I'm gunna wash up and head to bed. You can go back to sleep." Danny felt bad that he'd woken Jazz up after she'd had a long day helping set up the Fenton convention booth and gently riding herd on their parents' over enthusiastic responses to the other 'ghost hunters'.
"Okay Danny, glad you're back safe. Night," Jazz mumbled as she turned out the light and laid back down. Danny smiled at her softly before turning to gather his things. It had been a good night, if more eventful than he had planned when he first went out exploring.
Batman had traced the comm unit's signal to one of the larger, more popular hotels in the area before the strangely fluctuating signal had cut out entirely.
Inspecting the roof, he caught sight of a dim glow. Kneeling down, he collected what looked to be a few drops of fresh blood with a swab kit. It appeared that whoever had taken his gear had rested here for a bit before leaving again, possibly to check what all they had taken, then finding and disabling the comm unit. He hoped they hadn't injured themselves too badly, probably on the batarangs, if it was indeed their blood he'd found.
The dimly glowing sticker, still on its backing paper with a drop of blood on the corner, caught half under an air conditioning unit, pointed to it being the same person. Picking it up, Batman inspected it for a moment before dropping it into a separate evidence bag. He'd put both samples through analysis back at the cave.
@mygood-bitch99 @stargazer-luna @easily-broken-by-emotion @dolfay @britcision @cyber-geist @is-this-even-relatable @alcorbearson @fisticuffsatapplebees @thegatorsgoose @my-mom-calls-me-rat @some-rotten-nest @crystalqueertea @meira-3919 @wandererofthestars @seraphinedemort @bjurnberg @blep-23 @stargirl1331 @bianca-hooks123 @addie-lover-of-stories @pickleking8 @iconicanemone @sarina-elais @mur-ururu @sailor-goddess @dragonfirefeather @nutcase8691 @ravenpainter
#dpxdc#theskit writes#Stickers AU#danny makes his own stickers :3#and now danny is running around gotham like a gremlin#with a pocket full of homemade stickers#whatever will he do with them? 😈
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Low Quality Godzilla sketch dump incoming
Yeah, so once again I don't have much to share, so I thought I'd try posting some sketchbook drawings. A lot of these are either random memes or very early and rough concepts for what some of the monster designs might look like (if I get around to the character depicted.)
Ended up trying to edit them on my computer to make things more readable (and to reduce file sizes in the upload, think I ran into issues on my phone). Doesn't look great, and I apologise for that. This type of post is probably gonna be kinda rare as a result.
#godzilla#godzilla memes#legendary godzilla#kaiju#toho#toho kaiju#monsterverse#kong#godzilla x kong spoilers#sketch#gojira#not everyone is here but there's a lot of 'em#godzilla au#I don't draw traditionally very often anymore
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TCE ocs incoming!!
TCE is a series made by @eldritch-spouse, and you should totally check it and her other works out!!
AHEM AHEM **Taps microphone (praying that tumblr didn't fry the quality- also might be better in dark mode.)
(MDNI)
This is Darius! He/Him, sleazy, creepy, weird, and an odd mix of wrath demon and remnants of bird monster (Hence the feathers). Weirdly long arms and he's an unhinged and frequent visitor/'client' of TCE. He's also into some pretty freaky stuff.
He enjoys watching Vinnel's torture shows, and has almost been killed once or twice by touching the 'poppet'. Bringing in humans he finds for Nebul to 'train', sitting at the bar drinking, and flirting with monsters he sees.
Probably thinks admin is extra-hot. Bad relationship with his twin sister. Brags about his more colorful feathers to Scylla.
This is Scylla! She/Her, and a bird-monster/wrath demon hybrid (But the bird monster is more apparent in her than in Darius) stalkerish, a show off, flirts but then plays hard to get, and she's also very obsessed with how she looks and she'll melt if you call her pretty. She's also the fraternal twin of Darius! Has claw-like hands, long featherd ears, and a fluffy tail which looks a bit odd when compared to regular demon tails. Her hair isn’t quite hair, but just a bunch of long feathers which she styles to look how humans wear their hair.
Frequent visitor of TCE, but will mostly stay clear if Darius is anywhere in the establishment. When she's there, she wanders around the aquarium floor (Standing far from the water), drinking at the bar floor, and occasionally attends Vinnel's shows if she's feeling vicious.
She can and will get into a fist fight with Darius if they happen to come across each other. Thinks Darius's feathers are weird, and hates him to the point she might cry if she doesn't attack him to release her anger. Will also loathe you forever if you dump water on her head. Her feathers will puff up uncontrollably and she’ll be a sobbing mess until she combs through it again (Insecure about her feathers? probably). Will also fight you if you do this.
Brags about her longer horns to Darius.
Darius inherited more wrath demon genes, while Scylla inherited more bird monster ones. Darius is more likely to give into wrathful urges, but Scylla's more violent because that's her personality.
Scylla lives on the surface (And more in tune to human customs), but has a more primal nature. Darius lives in the common rings of hell, and... I don't know, he's just a demon.
Thoughts about the clergy/Its people:
Syclla wants to bed any of clergymen's obsessions/matches.
Scylla wants to challenge the clergy members to a fight. But she won't because she'd thinks she'd be banned.
Darius wants to bring home any of the clergymen's obsessions/matches as a power play. But won't because he's not stupid. Will look at all of them weird, though.
Darius wants to see the clergy members jealous.
Nicknames/petnames they would probably call you:
Darius:
Jewel
Pet
Birdbrain (He doesn't like you. Uses this in reference to how he hates Scylla.)
Scylla:
Pretty (Congratulations! She likes you to the point she would die for you. This is a word she usually reserves for herself, so be grateful.)
Birdie/Birdy (Partner/Affectionate)
Featherless (Stranger/What she calls everyone who isn't a bird monster)
Sitting Duck (Or just duck) (You look weak to her and she's annoyed because her urges tell her to get a stronger partner/friend, but she still likes you.)
Prey/Scum (Enraged + If you're a human, probably won't use it if you're her partner.)
Ugly (The worst thing she could ever possibly call someone. Doesn't even dub her worst enemies this. because they're dead. Calls Darius this.)
Will probably be organized into a couple different posts after//
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Theories anon here :) I think Kelly's stories are a set up for her image after they break up. Her stories show that she's a supportive gf who goes to max's races and cheers him on. Most of her stories were of her that other people (her new influencer friends) had taken, showing her cheering him on throughout and after the race. Also the ones of the team, showing she's happy for everyone. The Martin and Daniel story, I think was to prove that max's friends do like her, so many insiders have said a big problem in their relationship is max's friends don't like her. But looking at Kelly's story would show otherwise. If she knows this is on of the last races she's attending, she won't just milk it for attention but also to set in place the 'poor me, I can't believe he dumped me. All I did was support him'. Much like the exposingtheverstappens account, she wants to be the victim in this. But she didn't stay in the garage, and while I think Julia could have gone to qualifying (although by the evening was in Kansas, so literally could of just picked up the signed hat) I don't think Kelly was. The birthday posts for her mum were posted on Saturday, probably so people would be like 'its her mum's birthday that why she's not there, and while piquet jr actually posted at the right time, he has a considerable lot less followers than Kelly. The weird hug, post race max gave her. All Kellys friends (influencers) congratulating Kelly and not max in their stories. Also, didn't seem like she hung out with Yasmin at the race, which I thought they would have. And now the daily mail article once again mentioning her name. I think she's putting things in place so when they do break up, she's the victim but has all these 'career' opportunities (probably of the back of being max verstappens ex-gf) for herself and income, hence the new Miami agency. As always this is all speculation and vibes :)
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BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: roselyn eloise anson clark
REASONING: anson is her mother's maiden name and that's a whole thing but otherwise no, not really
NICKNAME(S): ro or rose is fine if you know her well but rosie is off the table completely.
PREFERRED NAME(S): roselyn or miss clark.
BIRTH DATE: september 3
AGE: twenty eight
ZODIAC: virgo sun/rising/venus, scorpio moon. she has many feelings but she's going to organize them away.
GENDER: female
PRONOUNS: she/her
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight on thin ice
NATIONALITY: american
CURRENT LOCATION: new york
LIVING CONDITIONS: she moved from the family base on 83rd when her father remarried and this would sound like someone finally moving out on their own to their first apartment but her first apartment is a unit in the dakota she inherited from her great-aunt sabrina so. it's not exactly a studio apartment.
BACKGROUND
BIRTH PLACE: palm beach, fl. never remind roselyn that she isn't technically born and bred new york. she blames her mother deciding that the beach house was a much better place to give birth.
HOMETOWN: new york. she'll never leave.
SOCIAL CLASS: well there's old money and then there's old as balls money and that's roselyn.
EDUCATION LEVEL: yale for her undergraduate and an mba from nyu. she's much smarter and sharper than she's ever given credit for and it is finally starting to bother her.
FATHER: stephen clark, 57
MOTHER: gale anson, 55
SIBLING(S): not direct but she was recently presented with a step brother named sterling. sterling is eighteen months old and if you think she can't have a sibling rival with a baby, you're a fool.
RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMILY: up until three years ago, roselyn would have said that she was very close to both of her parents and closest to her father. and then he had a post heart attack crisis and filed for divorce to marry a former saks fifth avenue sales associate named sophie. roselyn sided with her mother who sided with her divorce attorney to get a crazy good settlement and now she feels like she barely has parents at all. her father has sophie and sterling (gag) and her mother moved to palm beach. she's finally talking to her father again but it's still through his assistant 50% of the time.
BIRTH ORDER: only as far as she's concerned.
CHILDREN: absolutely not.
PET(S): she'd kind of like to get a cat but she's not married to the idea yet.
OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: sophie clark, 32, step mother. yes she knows how close she and her stepmother are in age. she doesn't want to think about that.
PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: extended flirtations with any guy in her age range on the social register, a brief engagement with teddy york that she knew was a terrible idea but her pride being bruised pushes her to make some pretty awful decisions. she's been dumped once and that was by teddy and no, she did not take it well.
ARRESTS?: absolutely not.
PRISON TIME?: besides, people like her don't go to prison, come on.
OCCUPATION & INCOME
PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: the family trust
SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: she's very good at the stock market though.
CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB?: she doesn't have a job exactly but she keeps herself busy. she's on a few boards and recently joined the american ballet theater guild. she was shadowing her father at singer but ever since things iced over between them in the past three years, that's happening less and less. he's going to start grooming sterling for it when he gains object permanence, she just knows it.
PAST JOB(S): no.
SPENDING HABITS: reasonable but reasonable in a 1% way. she'll take regular ubers instead of uber black.
MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: she has a very large collection of Things, many of which cost a lot of fuckin money. her gown from the crillon ball and some of the jewelry she's inherited from her mother's side of the family are up there for monetary but she's also a soft bitch who still has her stuffed rabbit from childhood.
SKILLS & ABILITIES
PHYSICAL STRENGTH:
SPEED: a fast walker but not too speedy.
INTELLIGENCE: very - she went to some of the best schools in the world and would have considered a waste to not learn as much as she can. she has good instincts for business and it kills her that she's being replaced by a BABY WHO CAN'T EVEN COUNT.
ACCURACY: fine
AGILITY: fine
STAMINA: depends. she can smile and be nice at society events but she also has limits. when she's done, she's done and she's going home. luckily no one is hovering on her shoulder to tell her that's rude anymore.
TEAMWORK: it's best if she's in charge but she's very good at listening to others. smaller groups though.
TALENTS: poised and hard working - if she knows what she wants, she'll find or make a way to get it done.
SHORTCOMINGS: poised and confident can very easily turn into being unapproachable and she definitely uses that as a shield.
LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, a little conversational french and mandarin.
DRIVE?: in theory. she's very rusty.
JUMP-STAR A CAR?: no. probably could figure it out with instructions.
CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: see above.
RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes but better acquainted with a spin bike.
SWIM?: yes
PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: nah
PLAY CHESS?: yes and well. a game where the idea is to think ahead in order to best your competition? perfect.
BRAID HAIR?: yes.
TIE A TIE?: nope.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS
FACE CLAIM: jessica alexander
EYE COLOR: blue
HAIR COLOR: light brown
HAIR TYPE/STYLE: long and swishy shiny. it's very good hair and she's vain about it.
GLASSES/CONTACTS?: nah
DOMINANT HAND: left
HEIGHT: 5'6
BUILD: lean and toned.
EXERCISE HABITS: she does work out because she likes the discipline of it. she danced as a kid but quit as a teenager and still enjoys a barre class now and then.
SKIN TONE: fair
TATTOOS: nope.
PIERCINGS: ears, two holes in one ear. she doesn't know why she did it either.
MARKS/SCARS: some moles and such, no real big scars.
USUAL EXPRESSION: resting bitch face.
CLOTHING STYLE: classic preppy, occasionally with a fun accessory or silhouette but she's a ralph lauren bitch.
JEWELRY: tasteful, always.
ALLERGIES: peanuts.
DIET: whatever. she's eating before an event every single time unless she knows the catering is good - absolutely not worth it half the time.
PHYSICAL AILMENTS: nah
PSYCHOLOGY
MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful neutral
TEMPERAMENT: melancholic
ELEMENT: air
MBTI TYPE: ISFJ
MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: bad bitches got bad anxiety.
SOCIABILITY: roselyn is very charming and excellent with people but she also really enjoys when it's time to go home.
EMOTIONAL STABILITY: steady as hell because ladies simply don't make scenes but she's cruising for a crash.
PHOBIA(S): she recently read empty mansions and frankly that. that's it.
DRUG USE: she keeps a nip of weed around because it's 2024 for god's sake but she doesn't partake often or with others.
ALCOHOL USE: socially, makes an excellent gin martini.
PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: not personally.
MANNERISMS
SPEECH STYLE: low and a little husky, definitely uses "summer" as a verb.
ACCENT: slightly mid-atlantic old money but not excessively so.
QUIRKS: she cleans her own apartment - it's her thinking time and she really doesn't care to have """"staff""". she can cook and clean for herself just fine. is this quirky? not really but in her little echelon it sure as hell is.
HOBBIES: she likes to go to a museum a week. she's been to all of them so far so she's on round two and three with most and the guggenheim is her favorite. she studied business and has a business brain but she likes pretty things.
HABITS: meetings and socializing. she takes it all seriously and never shows up to shit unprepared. does this mean she'll survey a friend's instagram if they haven't spoken for awhile and are getting a drink? sure does it's called research.
NERVOUS TICKS: sighing, fussing with her handbag. roselyn's sighs carry the weight of the entire world.
DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: controlling her own narrative and making herself happy.
POSITIVE TRAITS: clever, charming, hardworking, observant, passionate
NEGATIVE TRAITS: perfectionist, competitive, judgmental, blunt, intense
SENSE OF HUMOR: bone dry.
DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: seldom publicly, mouth like a sailor privately.
FAVORITES
ACTIVITY: her museum time and walks. she spent a lot of time growing up and in her twenties doing everything she was """supposed""" to be doing and now she just wants to do what she wants.
ANIMAL: cats
BEVERAGE: iced coffee for all seasons
BOOK:
COLOR: blue
DESIGNER: ralph lauren and oscar de la renta. she can't stand flashy shit.
FOOD: pizza. anything from a dollar slice to some shit that's got caviar on it. all pizza is good pizza.
FLOWER: white roses
GEM: emeralds
HOLIDAY: summer. newport. the hamptons are getting tacky.
MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: walk or uber.
MOVIE: you've got mail
SONG: "heart of glass" and "karma"
SCENERY: the view of the park from her balcony and the ocean
SCENT: amber, wood polish, oranges
SPORT: nah. not even going to pretend she cares.
SPORTS TEAM: nah.
TELEVISION SHOW: completely and unironically gossip girl. baby roselyn loved blair waldorf and yeah, you can tell.
WEATHER: either a brisk fall day or boiling sunny summer. no in-between.
VACATION DESTINATION: the amalfi coast
ATTITUDES
GREATEST DREAM: long term, she would like a family and all that but for the now, it's mostly just figuring out what makes her happy.
GREATEST FEAR: never being or doing anything more than right now. it's fine for right now but if she isn't building or growing, then what the hell is it for?
MOST AT EASE WHEN: in control of a situation
LEAST AT EASE WHEN: when things that she should be able to fix cannot be fixed by her alone. rude.
WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: welp. she's been pretty publicly embarrassed (in her social circle) twice which was pretty shit. her parents divorce was pretty shit. so she doesn't think it can get worse.
BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: she hasn't done much really which gets her. she was a debutante at the crillon ball which is a really big deal but that was also ten years ago and that's because of her last name. being proud of her education feels like something she's supposed to be past at this point so she doesn't know! accepting ideas!
BIGGEST REGRET: she's just trying to be philosophical and say that she has no regrets because regretting one thing means regretting everything but going along with her mother's batshit idea to marry her off to teddy york to take the heat off of her during the divorce? woof.
BIGGEST SECRET: she's much softer than she lets people think.
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So apparently there was a problem with the ficlet post (my guess is it has something to do with me copy-pasting from google docs?) so I'm gonna repost it.
I wanna preface this by saying I went a little ham while still trying to keep it short because this is an ask but here have this bASICALLY A FICLET???
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Shoyo clutched Hiwako against his chest, keeping as quiet as possible despite his pounding heart and rapid breaths. He was used to his parents and uncles getting involved in fights, though they would usually send someone away with the two of them. This time was different, though. This time he was told to take Hiwako and hide as best he could.
It hadn’t been good enough, because now they were sitting in a burlap sack, and Shoyo’s screams hadn’t been heard over the shouts and gunfire. The fight had faded away a long time ago. Shoyo tried to remember everything he could hear, everything he noticed, but god was he terrified. He’d never been separated from his family like this before.
He prayed to the gods, to his family, that they would find him and his sister quickly.
They were dumped out of the sack unceremoniously and into bright lights. Shoyo curled around his baby sister and hit the ground with a grunt, tail twitching in irritation. He sat up, and faced down the largest man he’d ever seen sitting behind a desk.
“What is this?” Hun asked his subordinate. “Rabbit freaks?”
“They were with the turtles,” The other man said. “And that rabbit guy.”
Hun considered this. He got up from his desk and picked up Shoyo by the scruff, shaking Hiwako loose from his arms. She was still small enough for Hun to hold her in the palm of his hand without trouble.
“How do you know the turtles?” Hun asked Shoyo.
Shoyo kicked out fiercely, the way Uncle Raph had shown him, claws extended, and the scar on Hun’s face had a matching set on the opposite cheek. Hun threw him down and Shoyo bounced with a yelp.
“Get me a dog kennel,” Hun snarled, looking down at Shoyo and Hiwako with a sneer. “Now.”
“Yes sir.”
“My dads are gonna come and defeat you,” Shoyo said, puffing his chest out as bravely as he could manage. “They’re gonna come and get us and stop you!”
Hun blinked slowly, hand lowering. He looked at Shoyo and then Hiwako.
“Dads?” He asked, paling.
“Yeah!” Shoyo got to his feet and reached towards Hiwako.
Hun, in his stunned state, merely lowered her for Shoyo to take into his arms again. “Uh… Who’s your dads?”
“Leonardo and Usagi Miyamoto!” Shoyo said proudly.
Hun scowled and turned to his desk, snatching up the phone and hitting the speed dial. “Lock down the building,” He said, voice an octave higher than usual. “We’re about to get hit by something big.”
The moment the turtles figured out that Shoyo and Hiwako were missing, the family became an unstoppable force. Raph and Mikey snatched up the leader of the group of Purple Dragons they’d come across and tied him down, making the perfect interrogation team with Raph’s brutality and Mikey’s nonchalance.
Donnie activated the little tracking chips in the bracelets he’d gifted both of the kids recently. They notified Splinter what was going on and he arrived on the surface not minutes later, along with Casey and April. Angel was babysitting Melany.
Once they figured out where the kids were, the same force that had defeated an alien warmonger and an ancient demon headed towards the Purple Dragon’s headquarters with the ferocity of an incoming hurricane.
Donnie didn’t bother with the doors; he crashed the battle shell straight through them, barrelling through the wall. Donnie set the battle shell to keep causing commotion while they made their way through Purple Dragons to the top floor of the building.
Hun paced anxiously in his office, scowling as he heard the sounds of fighting getting closer and closer, more of his people calling in to say monsters had arrived and the Dragons were dropping like flies.
He spun to look towards the couch, which Shoyo had scrambled under with Hiwako. The only sign they were there was the occasional sneeze from all the dust and Hiwako’s little voice asking where daddy and papa were, getting more distressed with each ‘they’re coming’.
Shoyo, to his credit, was doing his best to keep her quiet. He hummed the same lullaby Usagi sang them to sleep with.
Hun lifted up the couch and Shoyo hissed; a habit he’d picked up from the turtle side of his family. Hun ignored him, reaching out to grab him, but Shoyo kicked again, claws biting skin, and Hun cussed before snatching them both up in his fist.
“Keep still, brat,” Hun snarled. “Or I’ll squish you both.”
Shoyo begrudgingly fell still, clutching Hiwako to his chest. He could hear fighting, familiar sounds that he knew were his family coming for him. Hun didn’t stand a chance.
Leo busted down the door like a battering ram, breaking the door before the lock snapped. Though Hun did his best to appear calm and confident about the situation, he had never seen the turtle look so furious before.
Hun didn’t have time to get a word out before Usagi streaked past Leo and nearly cut Hun’s arm off. Hun dropped the kids just before the sword hit, and Usagi’s direction changed to catch them against his chest, rolling with them tucked close. Leo leapt over him, Raph at his side as they both attacked.
Hun found himself hanging from the window ledge by the tips of his fingers, eyes huge as he stared up at two white-eyed turtles with murderous intent on their faces.
“Daddy!” Shoyo called for Leo, and Leo’s expression softened. He turned away from the window, leaving only Raph glaring down at him.
Raph crouched down and stabbed a sai right between Hun’s fingers.
“You mess with those kids again,” Raph growled. “And I’ll hunt you down personally, Hun. You got that?”
“Yeah, sure,” Hun nodded rapidly, eyeing the sai less than a half inch from his lifeline.
“I suggest you stay there until we leave. I don’t know what I’ll do if I see your stupid face,” Raph stood, pulling his sai away and turning back to the family reunion.
Usagi passed Shoyo to Leo once he’d checked them both over for injuries, and Leo folded his son in his arms, pressing kisses to his head. Shoyo nuzzled close, tucking himself under Leo’s chin comfortably. The family surrounded Leo and Usagi, giving little back rubs and petting ears comfortingly, everyone relieved.
“Thank the gods you’re safe,” Usagi breathed, nosing the top of Hiwako’s head.
“Papa,” She giggled, hugging his head.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” Shoyo whimpered. “I didn’t hide good enough.”
“You did great, Shoyo,” Leo told him. “Wonderful.”
“I told him you’d come,” Shoyo said triumphantly despite the tears of relief in his eyes.
“You were so brave,” Leo praised, squeezing him gently. “You’re safe now.”
“I know,” Shoyo mumbled, nuzzling closer. “That was scary.”
“Yeah,” Mikey grinned. “But you handled it like a champ! You’ll take my Battle Nexus Championship from me in no time!”
“You’re safe now,” Usagi reassured Shoyo, leaning over to nuzzle their noses together.
“We should get out of here,” Donnie pointed out. “More Purple Dragons are bound to be on the way.”
“Yeah, we’re already leaving Hun hanging,” Mikey joked, jerking a thumb towards the window.
Casey groaned and April giggled, Raph giving Mikey an affectionate smack on the head. Shoyo relaxed as Usagi passed Hiwako to Leo, taking his sister up into his arms to snuggle her safely as Leo did the both of them.
The family formed a rank around Leo, Usagi remaining just in front of him while the others cleared a path for their exit. Leo kept Shoyo and Hiwako’s eyes turned inwards, towards his plastron. He hummed a lullaby as they fought their way out, back to the battle shell.
Hiwako was asleep by the time they got home. A turtle pile formed in the living room, with blankets and pillows to fill in the gaps. Hiwako and Shoyo rested on Leo’s chest, the others surrounding him, burying both kids in a mountain of family.
“This can never happen again,” Usagi whispered.
“It won’t,” Leo agreed, giving him a kiss.
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If I was going to do a whole fic on this, I'd probably use Jei, honestly. There's one issue in Usagi Yojimbo where Jei kidnaps Jotaro (Usagi's son) to lure Usagi to him. It'd be interesting to do it with '03 Usagi, since he's. Y'know. Too young to have a kid so this has never happened before. fhgdkjfg
Hopefully reposting this fixed it!
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Incoming Art dump because once again I need to remember to post my content
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In your swap AU, are the Mario brothers guys who wear princess dresses as their everyday outfits?
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Partially! My swap AU switches the Mario Bros., and their counterparts, with the princesses! [Peach, Daisy, Shokora, and Rosalina] Specifically, Luigi takes Peach's role of the Mushroom Kingdom's ruler, Mario takes Daisy's role as Princess of Sarasaland, while Peach takes Mario's role as main character and Daisy as a secondary hero. I do mix the story up a bit, since here Peach and Daisy are matched with Mario and Luigi respectively, they just don't typically rescue their partner X]
Wario swaps with Shokora, specifically True-Form Shokora cause she's the best /lh, and is cursed into a cat form+shadowy blob for a couple thousand years. Since Shokora technically dies, or at least goes to heaven, at the end of her game, I'm still deciding on whether Wario's kingdom is completely forgotten by the time he regains his true form or if he revives it due to still being alive and well.
And Waluigi swaps with Rosalina! Depending on where I take Wario [tbh he probably IS already the most different seeing as I keep Wario around hehee], Waluigi def gets the most changes as a Princess. I change the story of Galaxy a bit for him because i'll admit I'm biased. [still hammering it, but to summarize Peach fights him as like. a midboss with two stages before fighting a main boss on the Observatory, and 'post-game' she requests for a Warp Pipe to be connected from the castle to the Observatory so Waluigi can visit whenever, instead of just every 1000 years.]
To directly answer the question, the Bros. do wear dresses as everyday outfits, but not just for fun or anything X]
once again i am incredibly biased, so right now the stuff I'm fleshing out heavily includes Super Paper Mario, Daisy's brainwashed alter ego is the first post here and my pfp as of rn! I called her Miss D cause duh, Mr. L variant, and it sounds like Misdeed >:]
This is one of the earlier [and unfinished oops] designs for Mario, specifically his coronation dress. I decided against the long gloves since 1. he swaps with Daisy 2. he's in Sarasaland and 3. I just think short gloves fit his character better X]
This is Luigi's coronation dress! Designed after a 1-Up Mushroom cause he's green and rules the Mushroom Kingdom lol. I drew it on a draft of a timeline I made for my AU, since I did map out some events. Mostly cause I dumped angst on Waluigi sorry pal :[ BUT!! Anyway Luigi is the last one to officially be a princess chronologically, maybe a bit ironic seeing as he's the fella who started my whole AU!
I have a couple different ideas for how Mario and Peach meet, and how Daisy and Luigi meet, etc etc, and this is one of them! Finding out your bestie in distress has a cute brother that you have to beat in a tennis match wasn't what Peach was expecting for that day probably X]
#ty for my first ask and sorry for instantly infodumping#feels like i unleashed the bowser coin beam from mario party i got rlly excited HEHEE#aside from SPM im using Wario Land 4 (maybe a bit obvious since that's where shokora's from X]) and Super Mario Galaxy#plus at LEAST the first tennis game [as seen] cause that's Waluigi's debut and in my AU it's where Rosalina first shows up#and then i do have a sketch based in Tennis Aces with Wario mentioning he used to visit Bask and offers to pair with Shokora for da tourney#AND THEN i do have at least like three daydreams where my AU interacts with canon. i have a fic draft following one of them actually#i should get back to that eventually#anyway if it wasnt obvious i love talking please enable my talking#asks
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Way too much info about me!! (Warning, word vomit)
My stats:
Height: 5’7
Sw: 184 lbs
Cw: 156 lbs
Lw: 151 lbs
Gw: 96 lbs
I’ve been bulimic since March but last night i binged and could barely purge, scared me right back into ana. I was ana for about a year before that though.
It’s currently 8 AM and i haven’t slept, but i don’t wanna sleep through christmas eve so i’m too scared to go to sleep now, oh well I’ll pull another all nighter
Kind of? addicted to getting high on benadryl which is really stupid but yknow. Trying to stop because last time i dosed i had 35 (875mg) and barely hallucinated at all and if i dose again i’ll probably want at least a gram which scares me, don’t want seizures. Was alcoholic when i was 14 but passed out behind a closed down bush’s chicken (blood alcohol level was 0.27) and had to go to the hospital, haven’t really drank since. Been hospitalized once for benadryl as well, took 35 before my tolerance was very high (like it is now) and was speaking gibberish and my mom found me :/ went to the psych ward after that one.
Been to 3 psych wards in the span of 2 months for various reasons, was diagnosed w a lot but i don’t trust them because they diagnosed me w BPD even though i’m only 15? Off all my meds too because fuck em.
Dad recently shot up my house then killed himself so that’s fun. Happened 8? days ago i think. He had a little psychotic break. He had pretty bad bipolar disorder so honestly he wasn’t really acting out of character.
Obsessed w butterflies and ready to make it my whole personality. The color purple too.
This is mostly for my own well being because i really need somewhere to vent/blog and why not make it public?
I love piercings sm, and will be getting more hopefully in the near future. I currently have 4 lobes, both daiths, 2 helixes, 1 nostril, smiley, frowny, tongue web, and a vertical labret. I really want snake bites, medusa, other nostril, and dimples, as well as a shit ton more on my ears. Have to wait until after my dad’s funeral though, his family is very conservative and my mom doesn’t want to be judged.
I really like working out and have a bit of muscle, but i wanna be way more toned.
Still unhealthily obsessed w my ex who dumped me right after i got out of the psych ward the first time (and ditched me to drink alone, which is when i almost died) he was good to me before the end, I think he’s in jail now though, not positive. He just kinda disappeared.
Mom keeps trying to send me to a ed clinic, rehab, or RTC so if i disappear i probably didn’t die.
Came from twitter but it’s shit now so i’m here, i like it so far.
I used to self harm a lot, like a lot. Used to have a shtwt account but we don’t do that anymore, it made me feel special because i could cut to beans 😬. I won’t post any gore on here. If i ever post my body (unlikely for a long while) be warned there will be scars.
edit: I’m also depressed asf if u couldn’t tell 😭 barely hanging on by a thread. I need to clean so bad i’m considering overdosing on sudafed to give me the energy.
I live w just my mom, my brothers in college, and my dads dead (obvi) probs gonna have to move now that we only have one income.
I doubt anyone read this but that’s my whole life basically. I’m really sweet but get so scared ppl r judging me when they interact so i may not answer 😭
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Billionaire investor Warren Buffett has made an unexpected move by investing in Treasury bills instead of stocks. With uncertainty in the Market, Buffett is waiting for bad stuff to happen before diving back into stocks. In the meantime, he believes that "cash is king" with T-bills offering a solid return of over 5%. This strategic shift reflects Buffett's cautious approach in turbulent times.
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| Headcanon Dump - Son of a Web Walker(Fantasy AU) |
These are just some basics to help get the ball rolling, and absolutely does not mean I won't make more posts about it later.
So here we go!
Peter has many of the abilities he would as "Spider-Man" but with some alterations. The webbing he makes is organic, being the largest difference, and he's still able to stick to anything and everything. Spider sense is also still present, and it can sense through a glamour of any strength if there is a threat being hidden by it. This can be traps or another individual. However, if it's harmless like another race projecting an appearace that is less likely to cause a stir, but they themselves aren't a threat, Peter won't pick up on it. Increased strength, durability, reflexes, balance, and flexibility are more traits that he has than actual powers.
Peter is constantly sticking to things. Especially once he's comfortable around a person. He's frequently sticking to walls or ceilings and moving across them with ease, and making webs. Not just trails, actual webs he builds and uses. Sometimes for lounging, sometimes for sleeping, sometimes just because he's bored.
Because he's naturally completely silent, or nearly so, walking around, Peter has a bad habit of accidentally sneaking up on and surprising people. Unintentionaly, but it does happen. A lot.
Traveling as a street performer has given Peter the freedom to come and go from home to explore around, and also gives him a chance to interact with people who don't immediately regard him with caution and unease. That is his source of income and while his Aunt May insists he keep his own money, he gives her portions to help maintain the apothecary
From living with May so long and seeing her work, Peter has picked up slightly more than basic, working knowledge for healing and medicine. To the point that he's helped people he comes across with it and now keeps basic remedies on him at all times.
Whenever he comes home from traveling out, he brings things back with him for his loved ones. May especially, as some herbs and resources are harder to come by in their area. If she's running low on something, Peter is probably just so happening to plan to travel out for a while again. However when he does come home, he usually stays for some time before leaving again, street performing and doing odd jobs around town to earn a wage instead.
In town, Peter is frequently referred to as "Web Walker", usually used in malice by those who dislike that he lives there among him. While it does sting to hear as a reminder that he's unwelcome by some, it's not entirely untrue and he brushes it off more often than not.
Peter jokes/teases more with people he knows, and is quick to throw a quip or sarcastic comment to those causing trouble. It often leads those who don't know him to assume he doesn't take things seriously when he's actually paying close attention.
It was actually Peter's mother who was the spider, a creature similar to the myth of the Jorogumo, that could fully take on a human form. This is why his webs are so strong and yes, he has a way of understanding other spiders(he frequently shoos them from his Aunt's shop).
Peter still has a vast hunger for knowledge and learning, gathering scrolls is one of the main things he does when traveling, especially ones about stories and magic. He has a collection of ones he was able to keep at home, along side his father's own scrolls from when the man was alive. Peter has also taught himself a few other languages to help him understand more, currently he can speak four.
Peter is venomous. The fangs retract unless he either actively intends to show them or in high stress moments where he feels threatened.
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Arcade Paradise Review
Arcade Paradise (Multiplatform, played on Series X via Game Pass)
TL;DR: This is a great game that brings on some heavy nostalgia for arcades, especially in the '90s. I quite enjoyed my time working through the story, and intend to keep it on my console till it leaves Game Pass so I can go in and get a fresh hit now and then.
Lit by glowing neon tubes and the many CRT screens on the game cabinets, luring in players to dump their quarters into the Insert Coin slots, arcades conjure up different types of nostalgia for different generations. Arcade Paradise is set in the late 90s, just as home game consoles and PCs came into their own and started their inevitable march to domination of the gaming market.
You assume the role of Ashley, a recent college dropout whose father owns a laundromat he tasks you with running in order to "teach you good business sense", or something. In the back of the building there's a small arcade. In this semi-Life/Work sim, you start out by doing laundry loads left by people, thus earning the money that keeps the business rolling. The arcade games are a small side income, mostly neglected. Ashley gets the bright idea to expand the offerings in the "arcade", and slowly (with the help of your sister who works for the city) you also begin to expand the space the arcade takes up in the building. You're doing this under your father's nose, which leads to predictable issues.
The story in Arcade Paradise is fairly decent, albeit mostly told through answering machine messages, emails, and online chats. The meat of this game though, once you get the arcade expanded a bit, is the plethora of "mini" games the arcade provides. As someone old enough to recall the original game boom in the 80s (foggily anyway, as I was born in '76), it's pretty cool to see games like Shuttlecocks (Pong clone) or Communists From Mars (Missile Command clone). But I really remember The Return of the Arcade in the 90s. Which is well represented here with games like Cyber Dance (DDR clone) or Knuckles and Knees (Streets of Rage clone). These aren't just single level knock offs, either. There are some pretty deep experiences in these games. Knuckles and Knees even goes super meta, featuring an arcade in the first level that you can enter.. and play the games in!
I also really enjoyed how they game-ified the chores. Getting "high scores" for cleaning the toilet or tossing the garbage into the dumpster (in the form of higher cash rewards) was amusing and a fun mechanic. The upgrades purchased with the money earned completing the "To-Do" list goals were nice quality of life bonuses. Speaking of QoL, I also appreciated the accessibility options such as changing "hold <button> to perform <action>" to "toggle <button> to perform <action>".
The soundtrack provided mostly by the jukebox (once you buy it) is also excellent, featuring some really good newer music that definitely would have fit in perfectly had it been released in the 90s. I was also struck by the ambient sound while standing in the arcade, as the various bleeps and bloops are obviously from actual arcade games I would hear while standing in actual arcades .. let's just say back then so I don't have to count how many years ago that was again.
I absolutely recommend this game to anyone with a Game Pass sub. At $20 dollars on most platforms (ProTip, at the time this posted it's currently on sale for $13 on GoG) it's certainly worth the price of admission. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with it, and I'm going to leave it installed on my console till it exits Game Pass so I can keep going back in and getting a fresh hit of nostalgia from time to time.
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I didn't realize how much I missed The Creature until your most recent post lol. How would an awkward family dinner go with Terry, Silver!daughter, The Creature, and perhaps beloved having to be the mediator between Terry and the boyfriend?
-"So, from which parts did you say your family was from?"-
-"Brentwood Park, sir."-
-"Brentwood Park."- Terry repeats in silence as he contemplates those words, placing the fork inside of his mouth, measuring the taste of his own meal, feeling his nose crinkle like he just sniffed something distasteful. Truth was, he was well aware he was going to nitpick this kid to death. That was his game plan from the get-go. Suburbanite? Median income of $13.9M per revenue? Brentwood Park? Well, that wasn’t good enough, turns out. In fact, it was ridiculous! He didn’t intend to allow his daughter settle down in a neighbourhood known for its retirement homes and demented gerontological cases suffering from Alzheimer’s being carted around in wheelchairs. -"A bit middle class, but it can be worked on. Nobody's perfect."- He cannot resist being sarcastic and deliberately snide, grabbing his wine glass and taking a tentative sip while briefly twirling the blood red liquid in the carved crystal, maintaining direct eye contact with the Creature. Yes, this was war. He’d have to do much better to impress him. Be worthy of someone his. His daughter happened to have a fondness for Creature and Creature would have to strive to earn that privilege back. -"Terry..."- He feels a familiar hand squeeze his under the table with a soft admonishment. Beloved wasn’t going to stir him away from being hard on the Creature. It did the Creature good. True steel was never forged without significant pressure applied. He intended to apply pressure. Pressure forces change and transformation. -"Your father is in the tech industry, you said? Moderate profit in that nowadays."-
Terry shakes his head, his lips pursed, the burn is there, in his words.
Contained in the syllables that comprise the utterance of ‘moderate profit’.
Of course, he did a background check on the Creature.
He knew all there was to know; Terry was being prudent and he came prepared.
He just wanted to hear the facts stated out of the Creature’s own mouth.
His daughter sighs and he gives her a deliberately tender smile.
I love you, snakey, but this is for your own good.
-"Yes, sir, he owns a small company in Silicon Valley and..."- Creature trails off with a stutter, aimlessly pushing his food around on the plate and Terry cuts him off yet again. All Terry needed to hear was the words ‘small’ and ‘company’ right next to each other and it immediately reminded him how disgusted he was the first time his research on the Creature yielded results he wasn’t pleased with. Small company. Compared to the global conglomerates Terry owned? What did Creature’s creature father peddle? Copper cables? Like some manner of nomadic merchant from the great city of Ur in ancient Mesopotamia, before the flood? -"Can that afford revenue upstate?"- Terry feels his tongue click in his mouth once his entree is replaced for the second aperitif comprised of import Swiss cheeses. Translated, that meant, if I pointed at a mansion on The Hills. Any Mansion. Could you buy it, kid? -"My family owns a house in Burbank."- Creature answers, daring to defiantly hold his gaze. The balls. -"Burbank."- Again, Terry finds himself repeating the Creature’s words back and feeling his own blood grow cold even as he says it. There weren’t even any Cobra Kai dojos opened in Burbank as of yet nor where they in any semblance of planning development, so for all intents and purposes, in his eyes, it was a dump that might’ve been somewhere in Timbuktu or some Third World dump Dynatox would drop toxic gas residue on back in the 80′s. It is the Media Capital of the World, a voice in his mind whispers and he shoots it down. Practically a village, he responds.
-"I'm certain it is very beautiful, sweetheart."-
Beloved’s voice warmly interjects. Of course she shows mercy.
Terry isn’t certain if she’s pacifying him, or the Creature.
If it is the Creature, Terry wants it subdued even more.
Out of spite, this time around.
-"A 34 Mile ride to Malibu."- He adds clipped, like it is something scandalizing, and in a sense, it was. What was the point in climbing down the ladder. His daughter was already born in the very hub of it all, so to move away from it was a stepping stone down from everything he’s ever meticulously provided. Also, truth was, he wanted to muscle the Creature a bit. Amp up his own snobbery. Make the Creature work harder. Realize its inadequacies. Go and rob and bank. Do something. -”Dad.”- Sweet little snakey’s warning voice alerts him from the other end of the table. Terry meets her gaze. I’m trying to polish your thing into something more worthy of you, Terry wants to say. Someone who can give you even more than I have. -"It is manageable."- Beloved awkwardly giggles from beside him and Terry can recognize blind diplomacy when he hears it. -"I was born ten thousand miles away from you and you never minded."- Terry feels beloved rub his forearm this time, in front of everyone, outing him --- he smiles, openly, both at the Creature and his daughter. Truth is, rules were different for Terry. Beloved’s postal code didn’t matter because Terry sheltered beloved far better than they were before they knew him. He was devoted in that regard. He did his due diligence a million times over and he was proud of that. He was proud he could provide. Creature wasn’t measuring up. Burbank and a small firm in Silicon Valley just wouldn’t cut it. Not for someone born into his daughter’s wealth.
It was a matter of principle.
-”Manageable, huh? Yeah, maybe. Depending of how you travel.”-
Terry relents, if only for beloved.
He talks about Burbank like it is a foreign country.
He finds that bit particularly funny, yet he holds back laughter.
Also, it was tactically a prudent way to humiliate Creature further and further.
Now, on the subject of his car. His little --- what was it? A Mercedes?
-”How do you travel, incidentally?”- Terry asks, prodding further, acting clueless. Just an innocent old man talking about cars. Nothing to see here. Like he didn’t already know everything. -”Isn’t public transport, is it?”- He jokes, beaming up and snorting wickedly. Creature’s family didn’t own a private jet. An airline. No helicopters. Nothing. Few cars and that was it. One of them was the purgatorial Mercedes. Specifically, his Mercedes-Benz GLA-class starting at $37,280, rated as the number fourteenth cheapest moderately expensive vehicle on The Car and Driver’s online annual listing. Terry taps the slick-back of his grey tresses into place and he smiles down into his plate, victoriously. -”I drive a Mercedes-Benz GLA, Mr. Silver.”- Creature answers, sheepishly. I know, Terry yearns to shoot back yet he resists, opting for small-talk, twisting his pinkie ring finger, yearning to tear into this kid verbally, as gently as he could without being accused of outright insulting. He’d rather have the Creature drive off of a cliff in his toy car than allow his own daughter be seen riding in that tin can. -”I’m a car connoisseur too.”- He chuckles, with feigned politeness beloved and his daughter catch. -”Well, I’ll show you after we all dine, but currently I’m fondest of my silver Shelby Cobra. It is a statement piece.”- He catches Creature fidgeting uneasily in his seat at those words. Mission accomplished. His daughter rolls her eyes, irked. You’re a princess. My princess. You deserve to ride in a carriage made out of gold.
If Terry could communicate those thoughts to her telepathically, he would.
But, Terry is certain she already knows that.
I do this for you, for you, for you, for you.
-”You might want to invest in a car over the price bracket of 100k.”-
Terry lifts his glass towards Creature in a makeshift toast with a triumphant grin.
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Chapter 5
Pairings: Canon!Levi x F!Reader
Content Warnings: Violence, open wound (minor), smut, oral (m and f receiving), thigh riding, fingering, unprotected sex, masturbation (m), virgin!Levi, virgin!reader, mutual virginity loss, tooth rotting fluff, gets a little angtsy towards the end.
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Summary: You were the most notorious criminal in The Underground City. With your organisation of highly skilled professionals, only one man could take you down. He also happened to be Humanity’s Strongest... and your ex.
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A/N: oh my god picking out those words and selecting them individually to bolden them cuz tumblr doesn’t know how to copy and paste correctly was TEDIOUS. it gives the effect i wanted but jfc tumblr learn how to copy and paste bold and italics jeez. this was definitely the most fun chapter, as you shall see. this was supposed to contain more than just smut but i got super carried away and it would have been like, 22K if i paired it with the next one, so the next chapter will take a little longer, but i’ll make a post about that separately after this one. hope you all enjoy!
18+ MINORS DNI
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“Levi?! You fucking idiot, you could have died!” it was the last thing you’d expected to come back to after a few days away. After spending some time with the strange man who took you in three years ago, Viper, he called himself, you were excited to come back to the small house you had with your best, and possibly only, friend outside The Nest.
What you weren’t expecting was to find him, propped up against the small wooden table in the centre of the room, shirtless, slowly bleeding out through his shoulder. You didn’t know where the other two were, and in fact, that was your first question.
“Where the hell are Isobel and Farlan, and why the fuck haven’t they sorted you out?” you stormed across the room, setting your bag down on one of the kitchen chairs before assessing his injury.
“First of all… I didn’t die. Second of all… shit… they’re out buying ODM parts after Isa’s shitty landing the other day, and th-fuck-thirdly, this only happened today. They’d just left when I got back,” Levi grit his teeth as you gently prodded the wound. Shit this fucking hurt. It was a stab wound from a shitty bartender in a shitty part of town who decided he didn’t like Levi’s shitty attitude. Honestly, looking back…
He couldn’t blame him.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair.
“You’re a fucking idiot,”
“You’ve said that already,”
“This isn’t funny, Levi,” you huffed, turning to rifle through the bag you’d haphazardly dumped on the chair. You’d never been so thankful for Viper’s weird yet wonderful survival lessons. Over the last three days, he’d taught you basic medical training. You had no idea how the fuck he knew how to apply a tourniquet or sew wounds, but you never questioned the man. He reminded you of your father in some ways.
Just a little more violent.
“Stay still, it needs to be cleaned,” you brought out a small bottle of whiskey, a gift from one of Viper’s associates. His “Shadows”, or something.
Levi narrowed his eyes as you began taking out various pieces of equipment, and couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at the expensive looking bottle.
“Where the fuck did you get these things, (Y/N)?” he breathed, glancing between the medical supplies and your face. Levi hated how he didn’t know what you did. He didn’t know where you went for days, and it worried him when you didn’t return when you said you would. He was always worried about you. Instantly missing the warmth of your smile as soon as you left.
“That’s not important right now. I need you to hold still, this is going to hurt,” his face heated slightly as you searched him, that apologetic guilt in your expression made him want to hold you and tell you everything was okay.
But he wouldn’t.
Because you two were friends.
And had been for years.
Despite his budding feelings, he would never cross that line with you.
Unless you wanted to, of course…
“It’s fine. Do what you gotta do,” he responded flatly, choosing instead to find the wooden skirting board incredibly interesting to look at. Much more interesting than your face.
He couldn’t stop the pained hiss that escaped his mouth as the piercing sting of alcohol in a fresh wound clouded his mind for a moment, fist clenching as his eyes screwed shut.
“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry,” you muttered under your breath, hating every second of pain you were putting him through. But you had to clean the wound, and you had nothing else to use. You silently thanked the man called Wolf for the burning liquor, not expecting to use it in quite a way. Screwing the lid back on the amber bottle, you set it to one side, gently dabbing the torn flesh with a cotton bud.
“Levi, this is going to need stitches. Shit, what were you stabbed with, a fucking sword?” This was one of the things he loved most about you. No matter how dire or stressful the situation, you could always crack a joke, even whilst keeping a straight face.
“Kitchen knife. Pretty standard for the tavern–”
“THAT MOTHERFUCKER AGAIN?” yeah, this wasn’t the first time Levi had been met with problems from that place.
“Yeah, him. Got me good this time,” Levi almost laughed at your look of subdued rage. He knew how much you hated that owner. But that amusement was quelled when your rage was replaced with something he couldn’t quite decipher.
He let the silence drag on as you retrieved a small needle and thread, not even questioning where you learnt how to do this.
“Sorry, this will hurt again, but not as much,” you warned him, your tone having dropped several notches to something almost melancholic. Angling the needle next to the tender flesh, you waited for his nod until you continued, trying to concentrate throughout the whirling guilt.
He’d gotten himself hurt. Again.
And you weren’t there for him.
Again.
“I’m sorry, Levi,” you whispered, pulling the thread through the wound, slowly closing the gaping tear.
“‘S’fine, I didn’t even feel it,”
“N-no, not that. I’m sorry I wasn’t here. Again,” this was the thing he hated most about you. You had a habit of blaming yourself for things you couldn’t control. You always felt like you had to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, and you always felt like you had to do it alone. It always took Levi some time and a long, long conversation to convince you that you weren’t alone.
“(Y/N), stop,” you immediately pulled back, scared you may have hurt him.
“Sorry! I didn’t realise it was hurting, i’ll try–”
“No. Stop,” he took both your hands in his own, making you raise your eyes to him. “You know thinking like that is pointless because I always manage to get it through your thick skull that I am in fact, not your responsibility, okay? It’s my job to get stabbed, to get shot and have random glass bottles thrown at me. It’s what happens when you steal a bunch of shit and sell it on. So quit thinking like you have to look after me. It should be the other way around,”
“Why? Because you’re a man?” your small, mischievous grin told him he managed to get his message across.
“No, brat. Not because I’m a man,” he stopped that sentence there, for he feared if he’d continued, he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from confessing how hard he’d fallen for you over the last eight years.
You took his continued silence as a sign that the conversation was over. He had slightly lessened the guilt constricting your heart as you returned to stitching up the gash. It would definitely leave a scar, since you weren’t exactly adept at using a needle and thread yet, but at least he wouldn't bleed out now.
Finishing the final stitch, you cut the thread with a small pocket knife, tossing the blade on the table whilst you reached for the small roll of bandages. You think Viper would be proud of your work.
“This is about as sterile as we’ll find down here,” you comment absentmindedly, stretching out the bandage and applying it over his shoulder and across chest to secure it. You tried to ignore the subtle blush dusting your cheeks as his hard muscle flexed beneath your touch. You tried to ignore the almost mouth watering sight of his shirtless body when you first entered the room. Fuck, you’d tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he took your hands. Tried to ignore how honest he looked.
You tried to ignore how much you’d fallen in love with him.
But Levi was nothing if not observant. He saw the gentle rose petals blooming across your face, smirking slightly to himself at your reaction. Maybe…
Just maybe…
You two could cross that line.
He found himself missing your presence so close to him when you pulled back to admire your work.
“There. All done. Don’t move it too much because if you pull those stitches, I will hold a knife to your throat and you will apologise,” Levi rolled his eyes at your empty threats, internally chuckling at how over dramatic you could be sometimes. “Oh, and rub this salve into it if it starts to hurt. It’s a herbal recipe, supposed to help numb pain,” you left the small tin tub on the table whilst you continued to repack your bag of the supplies Viper had gifted you.
Levi’s eyes followed your movements as you effortlessly reached for the second roll of untouched bandages on the table. It was such a simple movement, but the way your loose shirt untucked from your leather pants, showing just a teasing amount of skin, had him readjusting how he was sitting. Shit you were beautiful. Since you’d both been managing to gain somewhat of an income, you’d been able to afford more food. He marvelled in the way you’d filled out a bit, your own lithe frame rippling with muscle. Granted, you were still dangerously skinny, but that was to be expected down here.
Packing away the final set of stitches, you collapsed onto a chair, once again running a hand through your hair before cringing at the repeated action. You really needed to stop doing that, or your hair would go greasy.
Looking at the small fireplace kettle, you returned your gaze to Levi, who you noticed was still shirtless, and didn’t seem to have any interest in covering up anytime soon. You felt your face heat up for a second, before distracting yourself with something else.
“Tea? I feel like you could do with one,” you grinned playfully, already knowing he would say yes and rising from your seat.
Until you were forcefully shoved back down.
“I’ll get it. You’ve done more than enough,” Levi felt bad expecting you to make him tea as well, but you just didn’t know when to quit. Removing his hand from your shoulder, you stood up, now close enough to either kill him;
Or kiss him.
“Not happening. You almost bled out a few moments ago. I’m not letting you do anything, shortstuff,” you raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to challenge you. Which of course, he did. But not without smirking at the ironic nickname.
“I damaged my shoulder, brat. I’m not crippled. I can make tea for fuck sakes,” there was never really any malice when the two of you argued like this. It was a more playful back and forth.
It was only when the breath of your laugh reached his face did he realise how close you were and the two of you fell into a strangely comfortable silence, subconsciously admiring one another. Only, his view of your face was slightly obstructed.
Levi hesitantly brushed a strand of hair back behind your ear, his hand hovering by the side of your neck. You could see nothing but admiration in his steely, maelstrom hues. Admiration, and something else you were sure you were reciprocating in your own gaze.
It was only then it occured to you.
And you didn’t know how’d you’d been so stupid to miss it.
Levi loved you.
Just as much as you loved him.
“I was worried about you today,” Levi murmured, prying apart the silence as his hand now rested comfortably on the side of your neck. He hadn’t missed what he’d seen in your eyes. A glassy reflection of his own feelings.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to come back late. I just got caught up in some things,” your whisper carried so much tension he was tempted to grab the knife from the table and attempt to slice the air.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he opted to rest his other hand on your waist, gently pulling you closer to his body.
“Will you ever tell me where you disappear off to?” The question held no weight. He knew that if you wanted to tell him, you would. He also knew that you needed your privacy sometimes, and this was just one of those things you didn’t talk about. He just hated how his mind would race when you didn’t come back.
Your heart was almost beating out of your chest, pulse quickening to something you didn’t think possible as the hand on your waist caused goosebumps to prickle your skin. You learnt into his touch as his palm came up to cup your face, thumb tracing the apple of your cheek.
“One day, maybe,” you replied, your hand mimicking his own as you reached up slightly to smooth over his eyebrow, he in return mirrored your response, leaning into your touch. You stayed like this for what felt like years, until he spoke up again with a question that let loose all the caged butterflies in your stomach.
“(Y/N)... can I kiss you?”
Your lips parted as you let out a breath, unable to contain your smile of pure adoration as you nodded a little shyly.
“Yes,” Levi wasted no time. As soon as you managed to form a response, his lips were on yours. You gasped slightly against his mouth, arms moving on their own to wrap around the back of his neck and hold him close.
The hand on your waist extended to embrace your lower back as your lips moulded against one another.
Fuck, he’d dreamt of this moment for so long. And it was so much better than he ever imagined. Levi elicited a breathy moan as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip, silently asking for permission to explore his mouth. Something he was all too eager to accept, eyes rolling as he felt your slick muscle brush against his.
Your hands travelled to thread through his hair as you subtly pushed him back to the chair he’d stood from. He seemed to get the hint, bringing you down with him as he sat, pulling you to straddle his lap.
You drew circles with your nails in his undercut, once again drawing another delightful, gravelly groan from his throat, lips still hungrily devouring his.
It was only until you felt his hardening manhood grind against your slickening folds did a thought occur to you, and you had no choice but to pull back.
“Shit, what about Isobel and Farlan?” it wasn’t a question he put much thought into answering, especially when you were scratching his undercut like that.
“Won’t be back for a few hours,” he mumbled, before reclaiming your mouth in an ever deepening kiss. You whimpered softly as he began to roam your body with his hands, grasping at your waist as you started to rock gently against his tented crotch, relishing the noises he made.
“Ah– (Y/N), sh-shit,” you peppered featherlight kisses along his jawline, stopping briefly to suck his earlobe into your mouth, his soft gasp only fueling your arousal.
His pants grew to whines as you moved down his neck, suckling and biting where you saw fit, leaving purple blemishes across his soft skin. His lengthy moan set your skin ablaze when you found his pulse point, licking a stripe up his neck before sucking on the sensitive spot.
By now, Levi was painfully hard. Wanting nothing more than to free his aching cock from it’s cloth prison. But you were the one in charge here, and he was more than happy to continue at your pace.
As long as you didn’t take too long.
He started thumbing the buttons on your shirt free, dragging it off your shoulders as you continued to leave marks along his collarbones. The clothing was quickly discarded, along with the bralet one of Viper’s escorts gifted you. Levi didn’t have time to admire your breasts within the delicate lace before it was thrown to the floor along with your shirt.
Pride swelled in Levi’s chest as you mewled against his skin, his hands gently kneading your now exposed mounds. He loved how your nipples instantly pebbled beneath his touch, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, smirking at your hisses.
“Fuck, Levi– shit that feels good,” your praise only made him harder as you sat up, wanting to feel his mouth against yours again. But Levi had other plans.
As soon as you raised your head from the crook of his neck, Levi ducked down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. You cried out, back arching into his touch, hips bucking involuntarily. Levi groaned against your breast, the vibrations only adding to the sensation.
Your hands once again found his hair, gently encouraging him to keep going, his own hand rolling your other bud.
Levi switched sides, showing your neglected mound the same kind of treatment, and you couldn’t stop the stream of breathy gasps and desperate whimpers as he showered your breasts in physical praise, making a mental note of every reaction you made to his touch.
Finally you grew impatient, wanting to show him as much love as he was showing you. Your hands withdrew from his hair and you almost laughed at his disappointed huff around your pebbled nipple.
“Don’t worry, I think you’ll like this more,” your voice wasn’t one you recognised. It was lower, breathier. You’d never heard yourself sound like this before.
But what almost broke your resolve was the sound of his voice, showing you just how much your actions had affected him.
“Oh? But I was rather enjoying myself. I think i’ll just continue doing– oh fuck,” Levi threw his head back, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you palmed his length through his pants. Shit, your mouth watered at the feel of him. Harder than steel and girthy. You briefly wondered how he tasted, that particular spark fueling your next movements.
Slowly sliding from his lap, you left a wet trail of kisses down his chest, careful to avoid the wound in his shoulder. Your lips nipped at each of his abs individually before continuing down to the prominent V in his naval, tongue caressing the small dips directing you down to your goal, Levi encouraging you every step of the way with his sharp breaths and small groans.
Pushing apart his knees, you settled in between his thighs, grinning slyly as he looked down at you, wide eyed. His expression settled for a moment, hand coming to rest against the side of your face.
“(Y/N), you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’m more than happy with how far we’ve gone today. I don’t want to force you into doing anything with me if you’re not ready,” your heart almost fell to pieces at the sound of his concerned, yet still gravelly voice. Your coy smile softened to something so genuine and loving, Levi thought he had died.
“Trust me, I want to do this. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Levi,” you gently caressed his thighs, reassuring him that what you were doing, and what you were about to do, was something you’d longed for.
Levi’s smile was nothing short of angelic. He gently stroked your hair, and despite the heat of the moment, he still managed to make you feel so loved.
“Alright, but if you want to stop at any point, please tell me. I don’t want to make you feel obligated to carry on just because of me, okay?” you nodded happily at his words, giving his leg a small squeeze.
“I promise. Now shut up and let me suck your dick,” Levi laughed breathlessly, tilting up your chin as he leant down to capture your lips in a swift, affectionate kiss.
“You’re filthy,”
“Your fault,” you grinned, subtly fiddling with his belt.
“How is any of this my-ah fuck,” Levi cut himself off as he felt your hand gently grind on his length over his pants, the friction causing him to elicit the most gorgeous whimpers. You could definitely get addicted to the sounds he made.
“Nngh– shit, shitshitshit (Y/N) I– a-ah,” Levi stopped trying to form words as you slowly pulled down the offending clothing, leaving him in just his shorts, cock tenting painfully. You helped him kick his pants from his legs, joining the pile of clothes you’d made as you kept palming his dick. Neither of you had done anything like this before, both being too busy to engage in any sexual activity, but you felt like you already knew what to do. Acting off instinct, you adored his little shiver as you finally freed his length, your own folds slickening at the sight of his leaking manhood.
“Shit Levi, you’re gorgeous,” the compliment slipped out before you could rein it in, Levi’s cheeks heating slightly as your words reached his ears.
“Th-thank you,”
Your eyes took immediate interest in a rather prominent vein pulsing along the underside of his cock, and once again you couldn’t help but wonder how he tasted.
Levi couldn’t think straight. He’d touched himself before, jerking himself off when his hormones deemed it necessary, but he’d never felt anything like this. And when you took a hold of his length, he felt as if every nerve in his body had set alight. His eyes screwed shut instinctively, unable to suppress the breathy moan of ecstasy.
You started to slowly stroke up and down tentatively, watching the different expressions he made. You never thought he could look so needy, and yet here he was, mouth hanging open, brows knitted, eyes closed, a gentle flush dusting his cheeks. You smiled slightly at his breathless pants, taking note of how his breath hitched when you circled his leaking tip with your thumb, smearing his precum across his over his pulsing cock.
His hips bucked unapologetically, back arching into your touch as you squeezed him experimentally.
“Fuck…! Fucking— HAH, a-aah, oh my god… (Y/N), what’re you— FUCK… fuck, ‘feels so— nngh, feelssogood,” Levi’s words slurred as his head lolled back, sweat starting to bead on his brow. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, switching between gripping the table next to him and hovering around your head.
You hadn’t even taken him in your mouth yet, and he was already reacting so well to your touch. You watched him physically relax as you let him go, giving him some time to recover before you’d take it further.
“'M’gonna take you in my mouth, okay? Tell me if it’s too much or if you want me to slow down,” you rested your head against his inner thigh, admiring his fucked out expression as he nodded, his bangs sticking to the slick of his forehead. You could stare at him like this for hours, committing every part of his face to memory. But the temptation to show him how good you could make him feel was far too great.
Leaning forward, you gripped around the length of his cock, delivering a few kitten licks to the tip, relishing in the responsive jolt of his sensitive body. Shit you were wet, it was taking all of your willpower not to reach down and pleasure yourself. You knew your matching underwear was likely ruined, quickly lamenting the loss of such an expensive gift, but that thought was quickly extinguished as you ran your tongue along that delicious looking vein you’d clocked earlier.
“SHIT, oh fuck, ohfuckohfuckohfuck, (Y/N)... shit, (Y/NNNNN),” just as you thought your own arousal couldn’t grow any further, he whined your name and you almost came there and then. Smirking against his dick, you leant forward just a little more, and engulfed his tip in your mouth, slowly taking more of him.
Levi’s hips bucked into your warmth, unable to stop himself as his brain was completely consumed by the sheer, mind-shattering pleasure. He’d decided this was nothing like getting himself off. This was something completely different. This was on a whole other level.
When you had taken as much as you could of his length in your mouth, you started to bob up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you pulled back to suck on his tip, before engulfing him again.
You could have sworn he almost screamed.
“Aaa-ah, you’re… you’re so– nngh, so good at this, HAH-aah, w-wait, fuck, s-slow down. ‘M gonna’– AH, ‘m gonna’ cum,” you did as he asked, taking your mouth of his raging length, gently caressing the base with your thumb as you waited for his laboured breaths to calm.
“Take your time, baby. Let me know when you’re ready,” even in his foggy, aroused state, he was still able to squint down at you with a brow raised at the new pet name. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it though, looking at your swollen, shining lips slick with your saliva and his pearly essence.
“Fuck (Y/N), you’re fucking stunning, look at you,” Levi tenderly held the side of your face, thumb smoothing over your eyebrow as he regarded you with such fondness. He hissed as you jerked his length in retaliation.
“Don’t be so cute, it’s not allowed whilst I’m sucking you off,”
“Technically you weren’t, you were waiting for me,”
“Oh is that how you want to do this?” you eyed him mischievously, and before Levi could even respond, you took his entire, swollen length down your throat, gagging a little at the intrusion before slowly getting used to him.
Whatever Levi was about to say died on his tongue as the tip of his cock brushed the back of your throat. He had no choice but to surrender to the pleasure threatening to shatter his mind, his mouth falling open as you swallowed around his sensitive tip.
“Shit…! Oh fuck, oh fuck, (Y/N)– nngh, haaah, ah, fuck, don’t stop. Don’t… don’t stop,” Levi panted, only just able to form cohesive words as you continue to take him down your tight, warm throat. He sandwiched his bottom lip between his teeth, biting almost hard enough to draw blood.
Tears started to line your lashes as you suppress your gag reflex, swirling your tongue along the underside of his length. Your eyes rolled back as his hands found your hair, not to push you onto him, but just so he didn’t completely lose himself in the pleasure.
The vibrations in the back of your throat as you moaned only heightened the sensation, and Levi wasn’t able to take much more.
“Hhhh, (Y-Y/N), m-move away, i’m -shit- i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna fucking cum!” but you didn’t move, instead opting to moan more wantanly, lapping at his cock and swallowing him down your throat, your hands coming up to rub and cup his rapidly tightening balls. His thighs began to shake as he came undone, back arching completely off the chair. His head was thrown back as you watched his Adam's apple bob through wet lashes.
“Ah, hnng– a-AH, FUCK (Y/NNN)!!” Levi came with a broken, desperate cry of your name on his lips, his salty seed shooting down your throat. His hands tightened in your hair, clinging on for dear life as you milked him through his orgasm, sucking him dry.
It wasn’t until he’d completely emptied himself into your mouth did he collapse back on the chair, breathing as if he’d just run a marathon.
You released him from your mouth with a pop, tenderly kissing his tip clean before rising to check the state of your partner.
“Levi?” you giggled, moving to carefully straddle his lap so you could take his face in your hands. He looked completely spent, head heavy as he lazily grasped your waist. “You alright?” you thought your question fell on deaf ears, until he cracked an eye open.
“Honestly? I don’t know. I think you broke me,” you laughed at his tired, satisfied smile, brushing his sweat slickened locks from his forehead to lean against him.
“Was that okay?” you asked, searching his face for an answer. The grin he gave sent butterflies to your stomach and heat to your already throbbing core.
“Are you serious? Yes, that was okay. That was more than okay. It was incredible,” he gently wiped away any salty tears from below your lash line. “You’re incredible,” Levi leant up to capture your lips in a tender, loving kiss. It didn’t quite have the same heat as earlier, it felt more fueled with adoring gratitude. You pulled back a fraction.
“Who knew you could be so vocal?” you teased with a lopsided smirk, earning yourself a small, playful nip on your lower lip followed by a low, breathy laugh rumbling from his chest.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up brat. Not like I won’t get you back,” you hadn’t noticed his hand had trailed down to the crease in your thighs until a bolt of pleasure shocked your system as he slowly pressed his thumb to your swollen clit. “Speaking of which…” –he whispered, dark eyes searching your own– “Would you mind if I repay the favour?” Levi didn’t give you time to respond before his head ducked down below your chin, licking a long, deliberate stripe up the column of your throat. He smiled against your skin as you began to rock your hips against his hand, moaning and gasping with each movement.
“Mmn, Levi,” you breathed his name like a secret, shivering as he decorated your neck and collarbones with red and purple blossoms, leaving his mark on you.
“I liked the sounds you made when I did this,” Levi’s hand left a trail of goosebumps as he travelled from your waist, up you naval to your breasts, the pads of his fingers rolling the pebbled buds. Your needy cry caused his fingers to grind harder on your clothed clit, increasing the speed as you threw your head back, the pleasure consuming you.
“Fuck…! Levi… ‘need more… ple-HAAH, please,” you whined, lamenting the loss of friction as he guided you to stand. Your confusion was short lived when he pulled you back down to straddle one of his thighs, hands gripping your waist and encouraging you to drag your hips against him in a steady rhythm. Levi snickered against your neck as you gripped his shoulders, grinding wantanly against his muscular leg.
“Feel good?” he asked, brushing your hair back behind your ears as you nodded eagerly, too busy whimpering to form words. He could feel your slick soak through the leather of your pants before making the executive decision that you were wearing far too many clothes for his liking.
Levi deftly unclasped the front of your belt, chuckling as you refused to stop chasing your high long enough for him to pull them down.
“(Y/N), you’re gonna need to move,” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine, heightening the blissful sensation of your knot rubbing against his thigh.
“Nngh– can’t… a-aah! Feels… feels too g-good,” you were so close. That coil in your lower stomach tightening and you knew any moment, with just the right movement, it would snap and you would release all over his thigh.
Or at least, it would have done, had his strong hands not stilled your hips.
“L-Levi?! What the fuck? I was right there,” you pouted as he gently lifted you from his lap, tugging down your pants.
You felt a flair of pride as his jaw dropped at your choice of underwear, the deep red, intricately laced material covering only the bare minimum, accentuating the curve of your hips and the lean muscle of your legs.
If only you’d kept the bralet on. You’d give anything to see his expression when you rocked the set together.
“Fuck…” he breathed, standing from the chair and reaching for you as you kicked the pants from your legs. You smirked, seeing his length hardening once again.
“Hmm, like what you see?” you stepped back like a sly vixen, motioning him to come closer with a provocative finger. You saw his dick twitch in response.
“I’m going to fucking devour you,” your breath hitched in your throat as he caged you against the wall with his arms, his mouth hovering by your ear, soft whisper tickling your neck before it was replaced with his tongue sucking against your pulse point. You arched into his touch, smiling as he tried unsuccessfully to repress the small groan when your hips ground against his cock, your own clothed sex throbbing at the touch.
You’d completely forgotten about his hands until they travelled round to cup your ass, squeezing and moulding the cheeks in his palms. Your gasp spurred him on, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around his waist, both moaning as you came ever closer to each other.
Levi held you against the wall, still nipping and biting at the flesh on your neck, sucking sweet bruises into the skin. Hoisting you up with one forearm, he let the other skirt between you, the pads of his fingers finding a home against your damp folds.
“Shit you’re soaked. You’ve completely ruined these, (Y/N),” he teased, gently rubbing your clit not nearly enough for you to find your high, but enough to coerce the most delicious moans from your throat.
“Mmn, worth it,” you grinned, head tilted upwards as he attacked the hollow of your throat with his mouth. His laugh fluttered against your neck, your hands finding purchase in his inky locks.
“C’mere you,” Levi’s playful tone went straight to your heart as he held you against him, carrying you from the wall. His arms braced under your ass as you leaned down to capture his mouth, lips moving in sync against each other.
You hadn’t noticed he’d carried you into his room until you both fell amongst the bed covers, his body covering yours.
You lay there, panting, looking up into those eyes you’d come to adore. The smile so rare you sometimes didn’t think he even could. You certainly didn’t think it would be so beautiful. Your hand came up to cup his face, chest warming as he nuzzled into the touch.
“Hey,” he breathed, kissing the heel of your palm.
“Hey,” you replied with a soft laugh.
“Bye,” you looked at him, your expression puzzled at the response.
“Wha– FUCK!” your hips arched as his fingers once again dipped between your thighs, sandwiching and rubbing your clit between his thumb and forefinger, his head trailing kisses down your front, pausing briefly to pay attention to your breasts before continuing south.
His fingers hooked over your waistband and Levi looked up at you for permission as he settled between your thighs. You smiled at his continued show of chivalry, nodded in confirmation before the cool air caressed your swollen pussy.
Levi must have forgotten how to breathe. That must be why he felt so lightheaded. Why his heart was beating so hard. Why his mind was reeling.
“God, look at you (Y/N), you’re perfect,” if you weren’t so goddamn aroused, you might have shed a tear at the compliment. You’d never had anyone say anything like that to you before. You’d never had anyone call you stunning, or pretty, or perfect. He made you feel so special.
And so fucking good.
Smirking slightly to himself, Levi turned to your inner thigh, biting gently at the supple, soft muscle and relishing how you squirmed eagerly beneath his touch. He was teasing you, and you were growing rather impatient.
But he couldn’t help it. He’d dreamt of this for so long he wanted to savour the moment. Wanted to remind himself that this wasn't a dream. He’d loved you for so long, and he couldn’t even fathom the elation now he knows that you love him back. The sweet scent of your dripping folds pulled him back to reality, like a siren beckoning him to a watery death, he let your essence pull him in, before the tip of his nose rested on the pearl of your clit.
His hands dragged up your thighs, gently kneading the sensitive flesh. He stayed like that for what felt like far too long, until everything happened at once. Throwing your legs over his shoulder, Levi’s tongue lapped a strong, solid line through your centre, sending your mind reeling.
“Aaaah…! Yes, Levi, Levi…!” Levi’s mind could have been a crime investigation blackboard. Making a mental note of every single reaction you were making. The buck of your hips when he kisses your folds. The arch of your back when he suckles on your clit. The hitch in your breath as his fingers came up to slowly tease your soaking entrance. Levi pulled back slightly, peering up at you and honestly, you almost lost control at the sight of him.
His mouth and chin dripping with your juices, pupils blown with pure, hungry desire. You parted your lips to comment on the delightful sight, but were cut off by the rogue moan he dragged from your throat, his fingers gently rubbing your clit, slowly travelling further south until you felt them circling your aching hole. Nerves gently bubbled through your stomach. You’d heard what the prostitutes and escorts said about a woman’s first time. You knew it was going to hurt, if the two of you went that far tonight. You knew it wasn’t going to be amazing the first time.
Levi also seemed to know.
“Hey, I’m not expecting anything after this, okay? I just want to pay you back for earlier, and make you feel… well, good. We can stop if you want,” you whined slightly at the loss of friction against your sensitive bud, but you couldn’t deny the reassurance calming your suddenly beating heart.
“Stop now and I’ll never give you head again,” you grinned, but he could see the sincerity and gratitude behind your mischievous eyes. You wanted this, and he was more than happy to provide.
“Order received,” he chuckled, before returning his mouth to your waiting pussy.
“Fuck, yes…! Yesyesyesyes HAA-AH, L-Levi…! Right there, fuck, fuck! Yes, right there,” Levi smirked as you whined his name, realising he’d never heard a sweeter sound.
Maybe the bubble of your laughter at a close second.
That same scandalous finger still rubbing patterns into your now throbbing clit, bringing you closer to your high. His other hand once again returning to your wanton hole, gently massaging your folds as his tongue darted into your entrance, dragging a long needy moan from your mouth.
Levi gently eased his finger into your waiting heat, his eyes rolling at how tight you were. He loosened a groan as he ground his now seeping length into the sheets below, the vibrations from his mouth almost enough to send you over the edge if you weren’t clenching at the strange intrusion.
As if sensing your slight discomfort, Levi latched onto the hood of your clit and sucked, relishing in the desperate cry of his name as the pad of his fingertip started rubbing against your walls.
The clench of discomfort soon turned to a flutter of pleasure as you adapted to having someone touch you so intimately. You started to understand why some women enjoy this, and more so when Levi twisted his wrist, hooking his fingers up and brushing against that spongy spot hidden deep within your folds almost by accident. He was worried he’d hurt you, your reaction was so sudden, but your loose string of breathless moans put him at ease.
“SHIT, there, stay… Nngh, AAH, stay there… that feels, yes…! That feels so good Levi,” you threw your head back against the pillow in utter ecstasy as he continued to massage that spot, easing anothing finger in to add to the now heightened pleasure. Whilst you felt both fingers inside of you, there was no discomfort as his tongue continued to swirl around your pearl.
This was his favourite part. Whilst having you kneeling between his thighs and shattering his control was indescribable, nothing could compare to the pleasure he felt whilst eating you out like a starved man. Fuck it felt good to make you feel good. Levi couldn’t stop his constant stream of whispered groans as his cock contiued to weep precum at the mere realisation he was wedged between your legs, feasting on your sex. He continued to grind against the mattress, feeling his own release start to tighten.
Quickening the pace of his working fingers, you couldn’t decipher the pattern Levi was lapping with his tongue, moving in what you thought was random zig-zags against your almost overstimulated clit.
You felt your thighs start to shake, moans escalating into high pitched, breathy pants as the coil in your stomach tightened to the point of snapping, quivering with tension.
“I’m gonna– fuuuuck…! Levi, Lev-Levi, I'm gonna cum… Yes, oh fuck yes, YES FUCK oh– LEVIIII!” with the continued ‘come here’ motion and mind numbing pace of his fingers against your g-spot and a final, long suck of your clit, you completely came undone with a desperate, lengthy scream of his name. Knuckles draining white with your iron grip on the sheets, your thighs locked around his head as your back arched completely off the bed.
It was all Levi needed to find his own release, hearing you chant his name like a prayer and feeling you convulse around his fingers and gush around his face was enough for him to spill all over the bedsheets, a small needy whine fluttering from his muffled mouth, devoured by your leaking cunt.
You two stayed like that for a moment as you both came down, Levi allowing you to catch your breath before being forced to tap on your thighs to release him, the clamp around his head easing.
“As happy as I would be suffocated between your legs, I don’t think I want to die quite yet,” Levi’s gravelly, gently teasing voice brought your back down from whatever elysium your mind had wandered off to, feeling his breath against your face. Your eyes peeled open, too fucked out to widen completely at the state of his face. Pearly white translucent essence lathered his lips and chin, bathing him in a glossy coat until he wiped it away with his other hand.
“What the fuck was that pattern? The one with your tongue?”
“Something I thought of on the spur of the moment. L-E-V-I, A-C-K-E-R–” your giddy giggle cut him off, hand pushing his face to the side playfully.
“Okay okay I get it, you’re utterly filthy and possessive.”
“Well, I had to leave my mark on you somehow.”
“As if the marks on my neck don’t exist.”
“Oh, they do. I’ll be spelling my name like that next time,” you gaped at his cocky smirk, unable to believe this was the same man you’d spent years living with.
As if inspecting your release on the tips of his fingers, he went to suck them clean in his mouth, but you were suddenly much faster. Grabbing his wrist, you brought his hand to your face, engulfing his fingers and swirling your tongue around the soft pads.
Levi’s eyes widened, a brow raised in incredulous disbelief.
“You brat, that was mine,” he huffed against your neck, looking at his hand with a pout as you took his fingers out your mouth with a small suck.
“Hmm, I don’t taste too bad,” you mused with a smirk, hoping to get some sort of rise out of him.
What you weren’t expecting was for him to roll to the side, pulling you into his chest so you had to angle your head up to peer into his now soft, grey eyes.
“You taste divine, firefly,” your heart skipped a beat at the nickname he’d only called you twice before.
“Why do you call me that? Don’t get me wrong, I love it but– why?” you murmured, snuggling into his warmth as much as you could whilst still being able to look into his loving gaze.
Levi stayed quiet for a moment, almost as if he were contemplating something, before gently tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.
“Because you’re a light, (Y/N). I was in a shit place, and you were a light. From the day I met your scrawny ass. You shone like some weird, feisty little beacon. You’re my firefly in the dark,” Levi was never good with words. Shit, he didn’t know how many times he’d rehearsed that little explanation, ready for the day when you would inevitably ask, and even then he still got it wrong. There was so much more he wanted to say. How you guided him forward. How you bathed him in your glow. You were so much more than his beacon.
You were his whole heart and soul.
You had been for a while.
Tears lined your eyes. You certainly weren’t expecting that. You weren’t expecting something so tender, even after your lovemaking. You weren’t expecting to see the raw, unwavering devotion in his eyes as he spoke such soft, soulmending words. His arms tightened around your waist as you nestled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his fresh, sweat musked scent.
You were both tired, content from you finding your highs in each other. Administrating pleasure for one another.
You were both happy with how far things had gone.
Then why were you both still awake?
Levi felt you lashes flutter intermittently against his collarbones, his only indication that you joined him in consciousness.
Neither of you said anything. You didn’t have to. Raising your head from his neck, the unspoken want reflected in his own eyes. Your lips joined his, gently moulding against one another in a gentle, passionate kiss. Wordlessly, he rolled on top of you, caging you against the bed with his arms either side of your head as his mouth moved against yours.
“Do you want this?” Levi pulled back just far enough to murmur, his lips still ghosting your own. Your hands found his hair, gently massaging his scalp as you nodded, looking deeply into those stormy eyes, blue and silver swirling seamlessly within his irises.
“I want you, Levi. Always you,” you responded, leaning back up to close the miniscule gap between you. One of your hands travelled down his back, skirting round his hips to his half hard length. You giggled cheekily at his muffled groan when you took him in your hand again, slowly pumping as he continued to harden. You wanted this. More than anything, you wanted him to claim you, and you wanted to claim him. You belonged to each other.
Levi lined himself up with your folds, shivering as his tip grazed your wetness.
“Last chance to say no before I take your virginity,” there was nothing but sweet sincerity in his hushed voice, his thumb caressing your cheekbone.
You masked your nervousness by raising a cocky brow, a lopsided smirk pulling at your lips.
“Right back at you, handsome,” you replied, but Levi could see right through you. Though your tone put him at ease slightly, he could still tell you were anticipating what was to come.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise. I’d never deliberately hurt you, (Y/N),” Levi lowered himself to recapture your lips, hoping to take some of your mind off the pain as he began to ease himself into your slick folds. You were thankful he’d stretched you somewhat with his fingers, but it wasn’t quite enough to quell the pained hiss you elicited as he slowly filled you. He would pause his movements at every sharp inhale, patiently waiting for you to accommodate his girth. It actually helped him as well, the overwhelming pleasure of your walls tightening around his cock almost enough to send him over the edge for the third time. He felt guilty for enjoying it, knowing you were in a lot of discomfort.
“I’ve got you firefly. I’ve got you. You’re doing so well, we’re almost there, I promise, take as long as you need, I’ve got you,” he cooed reassuring encouragement in your ear, letting you know there was no pressure on you. You relaxed a little, feeling the pain ease a tad as you did.
Levi felt your muscles loosen a fraction, and relief washed over him at the mere thought of you feeling a little more comfortable. Still, he refused to move until he’d heard you give him the go-ahead. You were dictating this, and he was once again more than happy to go at your own pace.
“Okay… okay. You okay?” you opened an eye to look up at his strained expression, slightly concerned he wasn’t enjoying it. You knew it would get better for you, but there was no point in continuing if he wasn’t feeling good either. But that thought was quickly extinguished when he nodded slightly erratically.
“Yeah, more than okay. I should be asking you that,” your small, huffed amusement was music to his ears.
“Go on then,” you smiled mischievously, almost forgetting about the tearing pain between your thighs. Your calmed, comfortable demeanor soothed his guilt ridden heart as he smiled fondly.
“You okay?” he gave you an eskimo kiss, gently nuzzling his nose against yours.
“More than okay,” you replied, copying his own response with an earnest grin. “You can keep going, by the way. Sorry, I should have said that sooner,” you smiled, looking away a little sheepishly. He hated how you thought that way. Hated how, even now, you weren’t thinking about yourself. He swept away your expression with a quick peck to your lips.
“No, you shouldn’t have. I want to move with you. This is all about you, don’t worry about me,” you could have cried at his words, feeling his lips against your neck. “You feel amazing,” he whispered, grasping the sheets as he continued to fill you to the hilt. You hissed again, but the pain was lessening to a dull throb now, his entire length sitting snug within your walls.
You both paused again, allowing you to get used to the sensation of being so full.
“Everything alright?” you could have chuckled at the obvious restraint in his voice, heart warming knowing he was doing everything he could to make you feel as comfortable as possible. You loved how he continued to need reassurance.
“Yeah, all good. You can move now baby,” Levi looked back at you, wide eyed and stunned.
“Are you sure? You don’t need more time? I can wait, I don’t want you to think–” he couldn’t finish his sentence before your lips crashed against his, your hips bucking as you feasted on his mouth. His eyes rolled at the friction and you swallowed the groan escaping his lips as he began to pull out, only to slowly thrust back in, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of your gummy walls gripping and massaging his length.
“Fuck… god you feel so good,” he moaned, having to remove his mouth from yours in favour of breathing. You gasped quietly, raising your legs to wrap around his waist, encouraging his hips to roll deeper. The pain had been completely replaced by a unique pleasure you’d never felt before.
“Yes… Levi, shit, yes…!” Your breathy moans fueled his gentle thrusts, keeping the pace steady and rhythmic. It worked perfectly for both of you, especially when the tip of his cock grazed the same spot you were sure his fingers were grinding against earlier.
“There! L-Levi, right there, yes oh fuck!” you whined, rolling your hips to meet his. Levi stilled, allowing you to grind yourself on his length, your mouth falling open as he continued to rub against your g-spot, the spongy texture enveloping his leaking tip.
“(Y/N), a-aah,” Levi gave up on forming words for the second time that night, loosening a lengthy, gravelly groan into your ear. You whimpered as he started to thrust again, picking up the tempo as the two of you lost yourselves in the pleasure of each other’s bodies.
He kept the angle the same, heatedly relishing in the high pitched moans with each well placed thrust.
“M-more, Le-vi, Levi, ‘need more,” your heels dug into the small of his back as if he would pull away. Snaking his hand between you, your hips bucked wildly as he started to circle your clit with his first two fingers.
“Yes, yes, FUCK, yes, shit (Y/N),” he couldn’t stop the stream of breathy grunts as your walls contracted around him, sucking him deeper than he ever imagined. “Does it– nngh– does it feel g-good?” he asked, as if you could find a voice with which to reply. Miraculously, you managed to nod frantically, uttering a guttural “yes” as his thrusts swiftened to something a little rougher, encouraged by your continued string of curses, his hips now pounding into you. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the continued squelching of his cock entering you repeatedly only heightened the sensation as you walls began to clench, you high fast approaching with the repeated rubbing of your clit and g-spot. Your nails began to claw against his back, scratching lines of fire against his skin.
“Levi... LEVI! Fuck… fuck... I’m gon-na cum. D-don’t stop, feelssogood…!”
“Yeah? C-cum then. Cu– fuck, cum for me,”
“A-ah, Levi, yes… YES…! LEVIIII…!” Levi’s breath hitched as you held him in a vice grip, his eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy as you came around his dick, back bowed in an arch, eyes closed as your orgasm washed over you in waves Your thighs shuddered and tightened around his hips as he fucked you through you high, fingers still blurring against your pearled bud until overstimulation shattered through your nerves, muscles twitching and clamping as he continued to find his own high.
“Shit…! Shit, oh fuck… Fuck, i’m so close, (Y/N) I’m s-so– so close, ha-ah…! Nngh, i’m gonna– oh fuck, yes… yes fuck…! Imgonnacum, (Y/N)... aa-aah, fuck (Y/N)!” Levi only just managed to pull out before he came across your abs, groaning desperately as his hips bucked into your lower stomach. You reached down through your own fucked out haze to grasp his cock, milking him through his orgasm much like you did early on in the night. Thumb grazing circles across his overly sensitive tip.
“Fuck, (Y/N) stop, ‘s too much… p-please,” you grinned against his neck as he collapsed on top of you, his face turning to the side as he fell between your shoulder and the pillow, panting against your skin.
You both refused to move, limbs too heavy to even think about cleaning up right now.
“Fuck… that was good,” you breathed, arms coming to drape across his marked back. It was only then you realised how painful it looked. “Levi! Oh my god I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” you asked, gently caressing the now raised lines across the muscles on his shoulders and back, hoping to soothe what you had done. He huffed a chuckle at the concern in your tone. If only you knew how much he’d loved feeling you draw white hot lines into his skin.
“Don’t be. I’m fine, I kinda liked it,” he confessed, tilting his head up to look into your shimmering, concerned eyes. (E/C) irises that quickly swirled with cheeky intent. You poked his forehead fondly, raising a brow.
“You little masochist,” your teasing tone made him lift his heavy body off yours, holding his weight a little shakily on his elbows as he leaned down to kiss you gently, his tongue brushing effortlessly against yours.
“Mmm, it was rather good wasn’t it?” he smirked against your lips as you scoffed.
“Rather? Says the man who the neighbours will be complaining about for the next god-knows-how-long. I think even those shit eating nobles above ground heard you,” you teased, smoothing over his eyebrow, his eyes rolling dramatically as he bunched up the sheet to gently wipe his seed from your abdomen.
“Okay fine, it was really good. But you know, you weren’t exactly silent yourself, right?” you’d never get bored of this banter between you. Never get tired of the amused spark in his dark irises, the slight quirked pull of his lips.
“Shut up,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him against your neck when you couldn’t keep up the feigned annoyance on your face. He chuckled into the dip between your neck and shoulder before the two of you fell silent, content to bask in each other’s comforting warmth.
“You need to go pee,” and maybe it was his flat delivery breaking the serene silence, but that one sentence broke you. You exploded into fits of laughter, head thrown back in hilarity. Levi looked up in bewilderment, puzzled by your sudden reaction. But you had a certain contagious spark to your laughter, and he found himself joining you in your amusement. You couldn’t tell whether it was the release of all the sexual tension between you, or whether it was the elating realisation that you belonged to each other. Whether it was the relief of finally physically admitting your mutual attraction, or something completely different, but you found yourself unable to stop the bubbles of happiness from escaping your chest, even when you’d calmed down a little.
Levi too managed to control his hiccups of mirth, at least enough to ask you a one word question.
“What?”
You adored the way he looked at you and you were sure only one other person had ever seen him look like that before.
“Nothing, you’ve always got my wellbeing at the front of that beautiful mind of yours, haven’t you?” your hands carded through his hair as he rolled his eyes again. You could tell he was trying to school his smile back to neutral, but found himself unable when faced with your grinning visage.
“Shut up and go pee brat, I’ll clean up here,” Levi reluctantly rolled off you, pulling you up with him because he knew you wouldn’t have moved otherwise. You were shaky on your legs and he held your arms until you’d regained your strength before sending you off with a quick peck on your lips, something you tried to deepen but he caught on to your antics disappointingly quickly. “Go, you insatiable minx,” you laughed again as he gently pushed you, not before glancing at your gorgeous physique.
“Oi, stop checking me out,” you grinned over your shoulder as you left the room to do as he said.
It didn’t take him very long to strip the bed and change the sheets, finding some spare cloth and cases to drape over the bare mattress and pillows, bundling up the dirty bed clothes and dumping them in a small basket to be washed All before you wandered back in. Levi could see how tired you looked as you made a beeline for him, not quite with the same savvy confidence as you had five minutes ago, the night’s activities finally catching up with you. He couldn’t say he felt any different.
“C’mere beautiful,” he sighed as you collapsed into his chest. Levi tightened his arms around your body, pulling you to the bed with him.
Lying down on the fresh sheets, he tucked you closer into his chest, a smile pulling at his lips as you wrapped your tired arms around him.
As if he would ever leave you.
Tilting his head down, he pressed a delicate kiss to your hair, smiling against the faint scent of his soap you usually used.
“I love you, Levi,” Levi’s breath hitched at the three words he’d longed to hear you say. Never in his entire Underground existence did he think he could ever be this happy. The thought provoked a rogue tear to slide down his cheek.
When he’d regained some of his composure, realising he hadn’t moved or even breathed for a little too long, his legs shifted to tangle with yours, simply wanting to feel you against him.
“I love you too, firefly,” he felt your soft, relieved smile against his neck as you both settled into each other, drifting off into one of the longest sleep either of you had managed in a very, very long time. At some point he’d rolled the two of you over, facing his back to the door, caging you in and instinctively protecting you against the horrors that lay outside those four walls.
Neither of you woke when Isobel and Farlan returned to the house in complete disarray.
Isobel immediately suspected what had happened judging by the plethora of discarded clothing and bundled white sheets in the wash basket.
“Oh my god, Farlan look! Is bro okay? Wait, are they both okay?! Look at (Y/N)’s neck!” Isobel gawked in slightly scared awe at her brother and his childhood friend. Well, lover now, they supposed, if the scratches on his back and the hickeys on your neck were anything to go by.
“How long do you think they’ve been knocked out like this?” the taller, sandy haired man asked, raising a brow to the girl as they leant on the doorframe, both looking at your sleeping, barely covered forms.
“Honestly? Beats me. Took them long enough though. If they didn’t fuck soon I would have thrown myself out the window. You could smell the sexual tension between those two,”
“That’s gross, Issy,” Isobel giggled at Farlan’s disapproving look, the dirty blonde clipping the back of her head as he leaned forward to shut the door, giving the two of you privacy.
Levi had been semi-coherent. Too tired and comfortable to throw either of them one of his glares, the sleeping bundle in his arms had softened him to the point of gooeyness. He smiled contently against your head.
Honestly, he couldn’t blame Isobel.
If you two hadn’t done something soon…
He would have thrown himself out the window alongside her.
꧁ꨄ꧂
“So, you did know her?” Levi tried to trace the steps he took that led up to this exact situation. He was always about no regrets, but shit, if he wasn’t starting to have a few. Sitting opposite his Commander, an ankle crossed over his knee, arms folded defensively, occasionally leaning forwards to take sips from his small cup of tea he’d managed to bring with him before being almost dragged into the blonde’s office.
He rolled his eyes, setting down his teacup once again, his arms returning to their positions against his chest.
“No. I already told you,” he’d insisted on keeping up this charade of ignorance, not knowing what it would do to either of you if anyone found out. Although he knew it was useless lying to him, Erwin would inevitably find out sooner or later.
The man across his face rubbed his palm against the side of his face in slight frustration, eyes closing as he took a calming breath. Levi almost felt sorry for him. He knew Erwin was under a lot of constant stress, and he knew he was contributing to that stress right now. If it was about anyone else, he would have caved in sooner. But this was you, and he would go to the ends of the earth to protect you.
“Levi… this is serious. If you know her, I need to know. It could help us protect her–”
“Protect her? Against what? I thought the MPs were done with her now,” Levi’s façade slipped slightly as worry invaded his normally rational mind. Erwin raised a thick eyebrow, clearly noting Levi’s change of tone.
“Just because they’re done with her doesn’t mean they won’t fight to get their way. She killed a lot of their soldiers, Levi. It’s only natural they would want to harm her, and we can only offer so much protection to the criminals we seem to be accumulating,” Erwin explained cautiously, as if realising Levi was a ticking time bomb, and any wrong move could set him off. But the shorter man decided against exploding at that comment, too fixated on the idea you could be harmed further.
“But you struck a deal with Niles, right? Aren’t you commanders supposed to honour deals like that?” the ravenette asked with no small degree of irritation in his tone. Erwin seemed to be slowly understanding what was going on. It was becoming more obvious that Humanity’s Strongest Soldier was perhaps more than familiar with The Raven.
“Levi, please. Who was she to you? An associate? Business partner? A friend? A lover?” Levi’s jaw flickered at the last suggestion, telling the Commander all he needed to know. “Really?” there was no judgement in his voice, only genuine, surprised curiosity. He didn’t think Levi even had it in him to love another, especially since he’s lost so many.
“Tch, so what?” might as well admit to it now he’d already guessed. Levi’s heart clenched with guilt, already trying to formulate some sort of plan. He didn’t know why there would be any repercussions to the two of you having a relationship years ago, but he didn’t doubt there would be. There always seemed to be.
“No, nothing, I’m just… surprised if I’m honest. You’ve never mentioned her before,” Erwin seemed genuinely, innocently interested, rather than that usual tone he took when he was fishing for information. Levi relaxed a tad, reaching for his teacup and taking a good, long sip, providing himself time to think.
“It was a very long time ago now… We haven’t seen each other in a decade or so,” he admitted quietly over the rim of his teacup, attempting to hide his face behind his hand.
“Do you still love her?” Levi almost choked on his tea at the sudden, incredibly personal question. The obvious answer was yes. Yes, he still loved you. He never stopped loving you. He only realised how much he really did still love you when he saw you again.
“No,” his response wasn’t as strong as he wanted it to be, and true to his perceptive nature, Erwin noted his hesitancy.
“I think we’re well past lying now, don’t you think?” Erwin smiled gently, now knowing why this was always such a sensitive subject for Levi. Why he stormed into his office the other day demanding to talk to him. Why he was so beside himself about your treatment.
That was his past lover.
Levi sighed, placing the teacup back on the desk before running a frustrated hand through his hair.
“It’s more complicated than that,”
“It’s a yes or no question Levi,”
“What’s it to you, Eyebrows? Pretty sure my answer doesn’t dictate whether she’s safe or not just because The Raven is an ex to one of your captains,” the venom in his voice was tamed by his obvious fatigue. Erwin could only imagine how much of a toll this had taken on the ravenette.
“No. It doesn’t. But I don’t want you to think you can’t come to your friends about something like this, Levi. She’s–” Erwin cut himself off, internally debating the best way to go about this. “She’s somebody important to you. Incredibly important, if your little display the other demonstrated anything,” Levi rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue at the remark.
“I just don’t want her to get hurt. More than she already has,” it was strange seeing Levi, a man Erwin had known to be incredibly stoic and in control seem so vulnerable. It was strange to think Levi had any weaknesses. But the blonde supposed every man had a weakness. Even him.
However if Levi didn’t want her to get hurt, then he should have spoken up before Erwin struck a deal with the MPs to let her join the Scouts.
“Levi… She's a Scout now. It’s highly likely she’s going to get hurt on expeditions,”
“I KNOW THAT,” Erwin raised his brows at the sudden, raised tone, not expecting something quite that desperate to come from Levi, the smaller man now refusing to make eye-contact. “I know that,” he repeated quietly. It was obvious he was in a difficult situation.
“Then I'll ask you again. Do you still love her?” Erwin’s tone was ever patient, something Levi appreciated as he sat in silence before answering, once again unable to meet Erwin’s piercing gaze.
“Yes. Yes I do. I didn’t stop. I never stopped loving her,” Erwin’s expression softened at Levi’s words, leaning his chin against his intertwined fingers, his elbows resting on the desk.
“Does she know that?”
“Fuck sakes Erwin, are you seriously giving me dating advice?” Levi raised what could have been an amused brow, if only the seriousness of the conversation didn’t convert it into something of irritation. He couldn’t deny this conversation had gone better than he could have expected. He didn’t expect his Commander to be so supportive of a relationship between his Strongest Soldier and The Raven. But, he supposed, as much as he hated to admit it, Erwin was one of his closest friends. And his hearty chuckle only exaggerated that fact.
Annoyingly.
“No. No I’m not. I’m not one to give such advice,” another silence settled between the two men, before Erwin spoke up again. “What would you like to do about this?” he asked, willing to let Levi have some say in how his ex lover was treated within the Scouts.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, how would you like to oversee her training? From what I’ve seen, she doesn’t respond well to… authority,” god, talking about this it was akin walking on a sleeping titan, not knowing what would suddenly jolt it awake enough to lunge and bite. This was more Hange’s field than anything, knowing Levi had a strange soft spot for the scientist. Not that he would ever admit it.
“No. I don’t think that’s a good idea. She’s… well… Yes, she’s difficult. And yes, she doesn’t like authority. And yes, she’s perfectly capable of kicking the shit out of any of us whilst eating a salad as she did it but she’s not impossible. You just have to know how to… work her,”
“Sounds like you do,”
“Watch it.”
“Apologies. That was inappropriate,” Levi could tell there was nothing apologetic about Erwin’s tone. And he couldn’t deny that it was rather funny, conveying his thoughts with a less spiteful eye roll.
Eyebrows’ eyebrows furrowed in thought, wondering who should survey your training, and who’s squad you should join after.
“I can have Miche take her through ODM maintenance, he should–”
“No point. She knows how those things work better than you or I. She was the one who sold to us,”
“Without your knowledge?” Levi stayed awkwardly quiet for a moment.
“She was wearing a mask…”
“Seriously?”
“It’s dark down there, okay? We couldn’t fucking see her face,” Levi spat, only adding to Erwin’s humerous disbelief. “Anyway, she doesn’t need to be taught that shit. She already knows it. She just needs to be taught how to use it. But she’s a fast learner. If she doesn’t surpass Miche’s kill count in her first two weeks I'll be extremely surprised,” Erwin smiled subtly as Levi kept singing your praises, seemingly unable to stop himself from aggressively gushing about how fantastic you were.
“You seem confident,”
“I am.”
“Why?” The question caught him off guard. Why? Because it was you. He was always confident when it came to you. He could always trust you with anything because he knew you.
Or… at least…
He did.
“Look, I know you’re usually the one asking me to trust you, but just this once, trust me,” Erwin had already made the decision to trust Levi on this one. He seemed to know you better than anyone, even if he had just avoided the question.
“I was going to anyway, but alright. Miche for ODM, Hange for titan theory–”
“Terrible idea, but continue,”
“And she can join the rest of the soldiers for hand to hand. Does that suit you?” Levi couldn’t quite understand why Erwin was being so lenient with this.
“I don’t give you orders. If that’s how it is, that’s how it’ll be,” the raven haired man folded his arms once again, leaning back in his chair.
“Levi, I’m trying to be accommodating about this,” Erwin huffed, growing ever more tired with the Captain’s attitude.
“Why? Just treat her like any other cadet,”
“Honestly? Because I don’t want you to be in a constant foul mood if something goes wrong with her training,” Levi scoffed, averting his eyes from Erwin.
“Fine. Yes, that suits me. Whether it’ll suit her or not… that’s a different question altogether,” Levi’s subtle, fond smile didn’t escape Erwin’s ever-searching gaze, the man picking up on all of Levi’s tells.
“Very well. She can join Captain Francis’ squad as a temporary fix until we see where she would fit in–”
“That man’s a waste of air and you know it,” Levi really was behaving like a petulant child, huffing and folding his arms with every idea he disagreed with.
“Whilst yes, I agree with you, he’s also another Captain. You should probably treat him like one,”
“I don’t see him here with us, do you?”
“Levi…” Erwin warned lowly. Though he did sometimes enjoy the smaller man’s sarcastic quips, now wasn’t the time for such things. Before Levi could respond to the warning however, Erwin continued swiftly. “So, you’ll oversee her training?”
“Didn’t I just say that was a bad idea?”
“I find myself disagreeing with you.”
“Tch, fine. ``We done here?” he asked, tapping his foot impatiently as if he’d been waiting to ask that question throughout their entire meeting. Erwin sighed, trying so hard not to roll his own eyes before nodding and waving a hand. But before Levi could even open the door, he was stopped.
“Levi… What's her name?” Erwin asked, peering at him as if he could see right through him. Levi’s expression softened, thinking back to when she asked him to refer to her with her name rather than her alias.
“(Y/N),” he spoke your name as if saying it any louder would shatter it, the delicacy in his tone so unlike the Levi Erwin had come to know. “But call her Raven until she tells you. Hate to say it, but you wouldn’t stand a chance if she decides you have a target on your back,” that alien fondness returned to Levi’s expression, as if he wasn’t talking about his ex lover possibly murdering his commander.
“I’ll take your word for it. Thank you Levi, for being honest with me. I know there’s more to say, but I'm sure you’d rather rest than talk to me about it,” the offer was there, Levi knew it was. He knew Erwin was offering to help sort through his thoughts with him, but he needed time to…
Adjust to this new normal.
So instead he hummed non-comitally and bid the Commander goodnight.
“Night Erwin, don’t strain yourself too hard thinking about this,” it was his way of saying he was grateful for Erwin’s support. Levi always had his own special way of saying things like this.
Erwin couldn’t respond before Levi was already closing the door behind him.
꧁ꨄ꧂
Warm shower. No, hot shower. Fuck it, scalding shower. Levi kept turning up the temperature, the showerhead gurgling with each twist. He usually found, when nothing else could calm his nerves or soothe his head, a scalding shower and a hot tea worked the trick. But every part of him was alight tonight. His body, his mind.
His heart and soul.
His entire being crackled with some sort of energy he hadn’t felt in a while. He recognised it. Of course he did. It was the same energy he’d feel whenever you’d return home from your strange trips away, which he now knew was Viper teaching you how to survive. Was that how you knew how to stitch his wound that night? Was that how you knew how to effectively apply a bandage, how to suture and sew? That night when he’d stumbled through the door to find the house empty. When he’d sat at the table, silently begging you to come back just so he could see you again. Just so he would stop worrying.
That night when he’d first kissed you.
There were a lot of firsts that night, he remembered fondly. The first kiss, the first touch. The first time he’d heard you moan his name. The first time he moaned yours.
The first time he’d felt such utter pleasure, when your tongue swirled around his tip and your lips lapped at his vein. When your throat massaged his length and he spilled into your mouth.
The first time he’d tasted you, delicately kissing your swollen folds and listening to you unravel above him. Your breathy whines playing on repeat in his head.
The first time you two were joined, closer than you’d ever been before.
Gradually, the shower became far, far too hot. Looking down, Levi could both see and feel the result of his little nostalgia trip. The small whimper of his name in the cell had unlocked a torrent of repressed urges that now sprang to light.
In more ways than one.
It was wrong. It was so, so wrong. You were a mere husk of who you were. You were damaged, fractured. Spiderwebbed cracks lined your mind, threatening to shatter and yet, no matter how far down he turned the shower temperature, no matter how much cold water splashed against his toned back, images of your ecstasy creased face still flashed in his mind, his length only hardening further the longer he left it.
“Damnit…” he muttered with a heavy sigh, before wrapping his hand around his cock and slowly fucking into his fist. His hips bucked involuntarily, having not done this in quite a while now. Levi ran his thumb over that prominent vein, remembering how your hot mouth would suckle kisses along the underside. A low moan escaped his throat, lost down the drain along with the filthy cold water.
He lathered his precum over his sensitive tip, hissing at the friction as he began to pump faster, boney knuckles gripping tighter as he neared his high. His hand didn’t feel like his own. There were no rough callouses on his palms, but rather they were softer. Daintier. Smaller. He couldn’t stop his imagination running wild as he thought of you jerking him off, that playful, fox-like smile pulling at your lips whenever his back arched or his hips bucked.
“Fuck…” he groaned, fucking into his fist with renewed vigor, his balls tightening as he felt his release wash through his body, mouth falling open. Throwing his head back, Levi thrusted his hips into his grip as ropes of white seed spilled from his tip, seeping through his fingers.
He braced his arm against the white tiled wall, watching the water wash away his ivory sins as his cock softened in his hand. Guilt punctured his afterglow, self hatred a constant accomplice as he turned the temperature back up to boiling, hissing as the lava scalded his back, staining his skin an angry red. He wouldn’t have tea after this. He wouldn’t carefully dry himself off, or sit at his desk and stave away sleep.
He would collapse amongst the unused duvet and pillows of his bed, and hope his nightmares carry him to retribution.
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