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also someone asked what brush i use so im leaving it hereeee😁
idk im not active here like at all erm my insta is literally just the same username #shamelessplug
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[Transcript under the cut]
Cassandra: interesting…
Cassandra: kitty spirit box is that your only song?
Cassandra: you're just playing around.
WG: Bluma!! c'mon girl. you're seven years old that ghoul's gonna eat you up
WG: … damn that's a bunch of garlic.
WG: shit
WG: [wheeze] Jesus- stupid lungs
WG and Cass: OOF
Cass: watch it!
WG: SORRY- sorry, my flashlight is-- is that Metallica?
Cass: ugh. yes
WG: where'd you even come from?!
Cass: secret stairs behind that wall. this place is a maze
WG: there's more?!
Cass: shh-! did you hear that?
Door screech
Bluma: oh hey! what took you so long?
WG: …huh
Bluma: come on in, i want you to meet someone
Bluma: this is Jojo!
Cass: …that's a cat
WG: lord take me
Bluma: he's so polite and cuddly. Jojo was the one making all that noise, he just wanted out but couldn't get the door open.
Bluma: can we-
WG: there's no way we are keeping that thing
Cass: don't listen to your uncle, i let him adopt a trash panda years ago and he cuddled it like a baby
Bluma: really??
Cass: mhm. can i carry him?
WG: i can't with this
Cass: hi Jojo. is this your maze? you did quite an interesting job on it.
Jojo: mrow
Bluma: i think he wants down
Cass: only if he lets me investigate the place.
Jojo: meow!
WG: so you're not gonna ask how's that thing still alive?
Bluma: maybe he's been living off the mold in the walls
WG: word
Cass: Wolfgang, look at this
WG: what's that
Cass: these are notes on vampirism. I think whoever owned Jojo before was working on a cure or something similar.
WG: ( reading ) Even if i'm following your recipe exactly the way you lend it to me, i don't think i will ever have it done. I don't see it all like you do, i fear i will never do. i'm sorry.
Cass: something fell off. what is it?
WG: a coincidence. Hey Blooms, grab that guy. We are going back up
Bluma: Maggie, this is Jojo. Jojo, Maggie. Meet each other, talk.
Cass: Wolfgang.
WG: you are getting married.
Cass: well, i'm already married.
WG lits cigarrette
WG: …i'm sorry, Cass. I really suck at words but, yeah. i wish i could've been, i don't know, better.
Cass: don't you mean be?
WG: yeah, maybe.
WG: so. is Nervous married too? i'm up for more surprises
Cass: well i haven't seen Nervous in a while, but i keep in touch with Annie and as far as i know, everything's jolly. also you're a grandparent
WG: the hell
Cass: yeah congratulations. PB had four pups and Nervous named one of them after you
WG: …holy shit.
Cass: yeah, everyone's changing.
Cass: … i don't forgive you, by the way.
Cass: but, i don't regret going on that date with you either.
Bluma: is she's gone… gone?
WG: i don't know. but she said she never cared about me stealing her truck.
Bluma: why do all your friends come and go?
WG: all my friends?
Bluma: yeah, like the freckled one. Morgana?
WG: Morgan…?
Bluma: yeah! she was here some years ago asking about you, and gave me my glasses. she had beautiful orange hair… like a butterfly!
Bluma: are you okay?!
WG: yeah yeah- just-- why don't you show Jojo our curtains and- your dad's socks collection
Bluma: oh- yeah! you're right
#oh#ts4#ts4 story#munch#well thats a lot to digest so i will keep my mouth shut#wolfgang munch#cassandra goth#bluma vatore#maggie the cat#JOJO THE CAT
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The Ackerbond Chapter 6: The Ackerbond Divides
Pairing: Canon!Levi x F!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, honestly might just leave that as is but uh yeah SMUT, couples fighting™️, honestly I wrote so much of this so long ago I don't remember but like violence and stuff I'm pretty sure,
A/N: i have nothing but apologies to offer and maybe some updates like I graduated... yaaaaaaay....... that and I've been obsessed with a promiscuous pansexual vampire twink since august iykyk
oh also also, sorry for the millions of mistakes that this is likely riddled with <3
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Annie Leonhart. That was her name. One of the 104th cadets who chose the Military Police. That was the girl who ripped your family away from you. Just one girl. Fuck’s sake. You’d barely had time to recover after losing your family. But whilst the devil works hard, Erwin Smith works harder, already having an idea as to who the Titan was, and also a plan as to how to capture her.
And it had almost worked without consequence. Almost. But Annie was smarter than you all realised, and transformed before Armin could convince her underground. You’d been ordered to stay out of combat, by both Erwin and Levi. But so many were dying… so many were getting between the Scouts and their target that you didn’t have a choice. You didn’t do much, just scoop civilians out of the way, as many as you could. Though your body now screamed at you for it.
Worth it.
You stood before your enemy’s crystal. How could she look so peaceful after what she did? After the thousands she murdered. How could she look so damn content? You grit your teeth, molars grinding against molars. So much had happened as a result of the conflict.
Like a fucking Titan in the wall. You’d all seen it before Pastor Nick came running up. What the hell that sleazy holy man had been keeping from you, you were sure Hange could get it out of him. They were good at that sort of thing.
Light footsteps echoed in the cellar. Not that you needed footsteps to tell when he was nearing you. You knew from the feeling alone. There was a tangible moment of silence before either of you spoke.
“I know.”
Levi quirked a brow, stepping up beside you. Unlike you, he wasn’t in uniform. The damage to his leg was worse than any of you realised, and he’d too been ordered to recover. “I didn’t even say anything.”
A gentle scoff flew from your lips, your eyes sliding from Annie to Levi. “You didn’t need to. I could tell by your vibes.”
It was Levi’s turn to laugh slightly, his arm wrapping around your side, keeping you near him. He knew what you were thinking. Could hear your thoughts from the other side of the damn city. You had yet to test the range of the bond, but it was nice to know it was further than just the barracks or however far away you were on the 57th. Staying silent, he waited for you to continue.
“She took everything, and she just gets to sleep. How is that fair…?” You asked quietly, fighting tooth and nail to keep your brewing tears from sliding down your face. “And we’re left with more questions than answers even after capturing the bitch. We got nothing out of this. And Eld, he…” you trailed off, not quite able to voice the fact that his death was fruitless. All of theirs were. Petra, Gunther, Oluo… they all died for nothing.
“No. He didn’t,” Levi tilted your head to face him with a finger beneath your chin, “we give their deaths meaning. You know that’s why we fight.” It was a conversation you’d had many times before, and even before you two were together. When caught up in the seemingly endless parade of grief, he would pull you out and give you something to fight for.
“Yeah. I know…” was all you could say, looking back to the blonde. But Levi wasn’t having any of it, once again turning your head back to face him. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop a smile from pulling at your lips. Always so persistent. “I’ll try to stop thinking about it, okay?” You bargained, earning yourself a sweet kiss on your forehead.
“Good. I’ll know if you don’t.”
“How much time do you spend in my head?”
“Pretty much all of it.”
You couldn’t even be mad. You knew his own was just as haunted as yours. Maybe you would find equal solace in his mind as he did in yours. It was worth a shot. Not now, not yet, but sometime.
Having not even noticed he’d led you away and back up the stairs, you were snapped out of your dark reverie by Hange approaching and looking uncharacteristically grim.
“No luck?” you asked before they’d even spoken. Shaking their head, Hange sighed heavily. They looked more exhausted than you’d ever seen them, even after all-nighter Titan experiments they didn’t look this rough.
“Not a damn thing. We’ve sent various messengers to outposts within Wall Rose territory. ” You hoped that meant Nanaba would be prepared. You hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye before she rode off with the 104th. You guessed it made sense to keep them all separated just in case but you couldn’t help but curse the circumstances.
Fuck this week.
It had been mere hours since the messenger came through, screaming about how Titans had somehow breached another fucking wall, and you could all only assume the Colossal or Armoured would have been the ones to do it. This was too much of a coincidence. You capture the Female, and all of a sudden there’s another breach? They had to be related.
“Did Annie have any close friends within the 104th? Like, people she would often hang out with…?” you asked slowly, only now making the connection. And it seemed Hange was on the same wavelength.
“I’ve already asked for a background check on her, should be with me within the next few days.”
“Oh yeah, Erwin’s theory. If the Colossal and Armoured Titans are shifters too, it makes sense they would also be in the 104th.” Levi murmured, watching the exchange between you and Hange with something you knew was slight awe. Your brain had always been fast, but watching it paired with Hange’s was a spectacle to witness. It had him wondering just how many people you could silently communicate with.
–Just you. Don’t get jealous again.–
–The fact you can have a conversation out loud and also have one in your head simultaneously is fucking terrifying.–
He heard your snort in his mind, still watching you talk with Hange.
–It’s a gift.–
“So what can we do?” You asked Hange, trying not to send a smirk Levi’s way. It didn’t matter, he could feel your amusement anyway.
“We’re heading to Ehrmich District, Pastor Nick’s coming too and we’re taking Eren, Armin, and Mikasa with us.” They explained. You hadn’t really interacted with Armin or Mikasa all that much, but you knew the girl was an Ackerman. It could be a good opportunity to see if she had any insight into your situation with Levi, or if she feels something similar toward Eren. It was obvious enough she’d completely fallen in love with the boy, and since she shared a last name with Levi, maybe there was something there too?
Honestly, you were speculating.
–Don’t expect much from her. She wants me dead.–
–You beat the shit out of the man she loves, you’d be the same if someone kicked my tooth out.–
–...Understandable.–
“And you want us to come with you? Why?” you asked, once again refraining from looking at the man to your left. Which, you’d recently discovered, was almost impossible.
“Babysitting duty!” they informed you, way too cheerily. “I’ll be taking a group to look for the breach and since you're both off active duty for now, I thought it could be a cute couple’s activity to keep an eye on our Pastor.”
You have never wanted to die more in your life than in this very moment. Were they fucking serious? Babysitting?
“I hate you–”
“So fucking much.” Levi finished, and you both looked at each other, knowing you just made it one thousand times worse by finishing each other’s sentence.
“See? You’re like a married couple already! Plus it’s Erwin’s orders so you can’t back out.” They clapped their hands together excitedly, looking between you as if they were witnessing a proposal. You were surprised how they could be so ecstatic considering the last few days, but Hange was always good at masking grief with insanity. You were glad you knew them so well.
“When are we heading out?” you asked, your voice completely monotone. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you knew you weren’t capable of just sitting and waiting to hear news. You knew Hange had done this for you because though the two of you were completely different, you had your similarities.
Like being unable to stay out of battle, for example.
As for Levi, he was more sensible than the two of you combined. You knew he wasn’t being dragged along for your benefit alone, but you still appreciated it. Not that he would have stayed somewhere without you. Not yet anyway. The idea of being alone so soon just… he couldn’t.
“Sundown,” they confirmed, running a hand through their hair. “I have a few things to get done before then, but that should give me just enough time.”
You placed a hand on your hip, clearly about to be here talking for longer than you were expecting to. “Oh? Like what?”
“I have a few tests to run,” you narrowed your eyes at them. “No! No, not on Eren, he’s still exhausted. On something else actually. I have a theory about that Titan crystal that I want to confirm before we leave.”
You nodded thoughtfully. There had been way too many firsts recently. The discovery of a possible four shifters within the 104th cadet corps, Titans in the walls, and now another fucking breach. And you had a terrible feeling this was just the beginning.
–I know.–
As per usual, Levi’s voice brought you no small degree of comfort. This time, you didn’t refrain from looking at him, a soft, grateful smile pulling at your lips. How any single person could be so fucking perfect, you would never know.
–Stop.–
–Hmm. Make me.–
–You’re ridiculous.–
–You’re hot.–
The next look Levi sent you was nothing short of withering as if he’d already grown tired of your bullshit. Which seemed impossible. He loved your bullshit!
–No, I really don’t.–
–Wait… really?– You asked, with a hint of genuine concern.
Levi paused for a moment. Were you actually worried, or were you just trying to get him to admit that he actually did enjoy your bullshit?
–...maybe sometimes.–
–HA! Knew it!– you responded, far too smugly for his liking. He suppressed the urge to sweep your leg. If only his own wasn’t badly injured…
“So, how does all of this work?”
You both snapped back to look at Hange, who you’d completely forgotten was there. It wasn’t the first time you’d been so caught up in your little mental conversation that you forgot about the verbal ones, but this was on a whole other level. Hange was right there, and you’d both just ignored them in favour of having your own private little chat.
“What uh– like uh, how does uhm– like– what do you, like, mean?”
–That was possibly one of the greatest butt-fumbles of a question you’ve ever asked.–
–Did you just say butt-fumble?!–
–Concentrate. Hange’s answering.–
–Oh shi- –
“Well, everyone and their mother, dead or alive, can tell that there’s something deeper here. Deeper than your average cute lil’ relationship, I mean.”
“I will cut you and it will hurt.”
It took you a minute to figure out who’d said that between you and Levi, having had the exact same thought.
Or was that a thought of his? It was getting hard to tell now.
“Come on now Levi, ever since we caught your two cuddling on the floor–”
“I was bleeding out!” You protested with indignance. Honestly, Nanaba and Nifa had not stopped talking about that. You almost fucking died!
“An insignificant detail. But a few things have been running through my mind, the first being how could you,” they pointed to Levi, who looked ready to commit arson, “have possibly known she had blown her stitches?”
“I’m right fucking here…” you muttered, causing Levi to snort in your head.
“There was no way she could have told you, and nobody had entered her room since you had to kick the door in. Not only this but there was that day in the field too! We were mid-conversation and you just suddenly took off! Next thing I hear you’d managed to save her life,”
“I’m still right fucking here.”
“So, how does this all work? Because you can’t be human with the things you’re able to do–”
“What?”
“–and he always manages to save your ass even when he didn’t know it needed saving five seconds beforehand!”
The air around you fell completely silent. You didn’t even begin to question how Hange had managed to work this much out already, because of course they did. This shouldn’t have come as such a surprise if you were being honest, and yet here you were, stunned into silence.
Levi too found himself mentally floundering for a logical explanation. Because how the fuck would he explain how the bond between you worked when he himself barely knew. He could feel your pain, your pleasure, your emotions. He could see glimpses into a future where, had he failed, you died. Not to mention the fact you could both access a shared space within your combined souls where you couldn’t feel each other and that space could be morphed and crafted into anything. It could be a little cabin for just the two of you, or a giant open field with a lake like it was the first time. But no matter where you were, that glowing tree of pure light was always there. Always.
“What’s your theory?”
Levi turned to you, wide-eyed. Was this it? Were you about to tell them everything? How the bond worked, how it started, and how it’s going now?
Hange’s eyes glinted with newfound enthusiasm. You’d made it into a little game, and they’d picked up on it. It was obvious enough that something was going on between you and Levi, and they had so far guessed right, that this something wasn’t just surface level, and ran so much deeper than anybody could see.
–Are you out of your fucking mind?–
You almost laughed aloud at the panic in Levi’s voice.
–Just trust me, okay?–
–If Four-eyes ends up running experiments on me, I will never forgive you–
Mischief radiated from the part of his soul that was occupied by you, and he grit his teeth. Fuck’s sake.
“My theory? Well, I haven’t had the time to properly work anything out, but I think Shorty here can do more than he lets on, but of course, you already know that, don’t you?”
You held up your hands in innocence. “I’m not saying anything until I hear what you think is going on,” you countered, rather enjoying this new game you’d started, even if you knew it stressed the fuck out of your little soulbond. He would be totally fine… no real harm could come from Hange knowing a little more about your relationship.
You were almost certain.
“Okay so what if, we know Levi has more than human abilities when it comes to fighting, so what if he had more than human abilities when it comes to love? What if his fighting skill wasn’t the only thing he excelled at. What if communication was something he could do on an insane level too?”
“That's ridiculous–”
“I’m listening…”
These synchronised responses were a tad suspicious, you would admit. And yet it only seemed to further Hange’s excitement in the two of you.
“Okay so! What if, hear me out, he could communicate with you, on like, another level…?”
–How crazy would that be?– Well that made it borderline impossible not to snort in Hange’s face.
–Levi…?–
–Mm?–
–Not helpful.–
“Like, how do you mean?” You were more than happy to bite. More than happy to entertain this with the slightest hint of sarcasm, hoping that would throw them slightly. Conversational politics, something you’d learned from Erwin many years ago. And though you still stand by the fact you weren’t brave enough for politics, it was still nice to use all that he’d taught you when he was your captain.
“So, and bear with me here, what if he could somehow communicate with you without anyone else hearing. Like, in your head or something?”
Your eyes widened slightly. Oh fuck, they really did have a lot figured out, didn’t they? You stared at them for a moment, both hearing and feeling Levi freak the fuck out. This wasn’t exactly how you were expecting this conversation to go…
“Hange…?
They looked at you like a puppy faced with a bone. “Yeah?”
You paused.
“That’s fucking ridiculous.” You flatlined, before subtly kicking Levi’s foot and walking away without another word. It wasn’t that you enjoyed watching the misplaced hype fade from their eyes, but when it came to something so secret and special as the bond between you and your soulmate, you didn’t mind letting them down a few times.
Levi followed you, and if he didn’t love you so damn much, he probably would have killed you for pulling a stunt like that. But there was something about the confident way you walked, the slight swing in your hips like you knew he was watching you.
–Of course I know… and we have a few hours before Hange wants us on that cart…– he knew that tone in your voice. That slightly sultry cadence drove him batshit crazy and worst of all, you knew it drove him insane.
–...What did you have in mind?–
Levi’s back hit the door to his office with a solid thud, the sound of the sliding lock securing his arousal as you pinned his arms above his head with your threaded fingers. If his mouth was free, he would have whimpered along with the shot of heat running through his spine. But with your tongue thrust down his throat, he could only manage a choked squeak of approval. He fucking loved it when you were bold like this. When you took control. When you slammed him against the wall and made him forget his own damn name.
Combined moans danced with each other when you forced your leg between his thighs, applying delicious pressure to the borderline painful strain against the front of his slacks. You were rabid, vicious, desperate with your other hand, ripping his jacket from his shoulders. Your mouth travelled from his tongue to his jaw, setting his voice free from the confines of his throat, breathy gasps flying from parted lips. You nipped and bit with tongue and teeth, sharply pinching down the side of his neck, a particularly sensitive weakness.
“Sh-shit, someone’s ea-AH! Fuck! Eager,” you interrupted him with a bite to the spot just behind his ear. That paired with the bold grasp of his clothed cock after tearing his jacket off sent his brain short circuiting.
You didn’t know where this sudden craving for his body came from. Sure, you always wanted to fuck him, you didn’t think there was a minute in a day where you couldn’t happily discard your clothes for him if he asked, but where this specific craving came from, you weren’t entirely sure. You just had the sudden urge to shove his dick in your mouth.
“Fuck, you can’t think shit like that… n-not when-ngh, not when I can-n still hear it.” You stifled your heated chuckle by sucking a bruise into the side of his neck, groaning along with him when your cunt throbbed. You hadn’t even thought about the idea of pleasuring yourself purely by pleasuring him, but now that seed had been planted in your head, you were definitely going to abuse the power the moment the chance arose.
“Keep your hands up,” you instructed, threading your fingers out from his grasp. To your surprise, he actually obeyed for once, his palms now flat against the door behind him as you tore his shirt out from where he’d tucked it into his pants. You didn’t even bother to undo the buttons, just shoved it up his stomach until you had access to his peaked nipples, flicking and pinching until he cried out and your eyes rolled, once again latching onto his neck.
Levi knew you’d left a mark he wouldn’t be able to cover up easily, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care right now. Now when all he could do was rake his nails down the wood behind him as you started to travel down his chest, skipping his covered collarbones. A small mercy, but a mercy nonetheless.
Now you had the freedom to, you couldn’t count how many purple blossoms you’d suckled into pecs, crescent bite marks flushing pink against his pale skin, pebbled nipples now sensitive and raw. You popped one into your mouth, gripping his waist with one hand when you felt his crowing pleasure as your own. It was impossible to stem the constant thrumming of your clit when the tip of his cock kept rubbing against the front of his seam. Levi bucked his hips impatiently as you slowed down the pace of your actions, licking a hard line from his naval up to the centre of his chest. Having to hold his shirt up was getting frustrating, restricting the use of both your hands. You’d almost abandoned his chest completely, before a wicked idea sprouted in your mind.
Levi could feel it, the sudden spark of mischief in your heart, and before he could even truly decipher what it was you had planned, you stood back up and shoved the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, gagging his keening moans. You took a small step back, just to admire his appearance. Flushed all over, painted black and blue by your teeth, rosy pink dusting his cheeks and sweat dripping down the side of his pinched brows. A new painting, you thought to yourself.
–Come. On–
You grinned. Even in your head he sounded as desperate as he looked. Though you could feel it too, the tightening coil of arousal. But toying with him has become one of your favourite pastimes. “I’m just admiring the view, you look fucking delicious ‘Vi.”
Despite his current situation, he still managed to roll his eyes. –I’m not above getting myself off if you don’t hurry up–
Oh. Oh that was a mistake. He knew the moment your eyes lit up and his cock throbbed as an echo of your own pussy.
You stepped back up to him, keeping searing eye contact as your fingers deftly unhooked his belt and slowly pulled down the front of his zipper. “Yeah? Show me then.”
There was nothing he could do against the dare in your voice, and especially not as you reached into his briefs, pulling out his desperately soaking cock. He watched you bite your cheek at the first brush of your hand, your lips parting as you couldn’t help but pump him slightly, too lost in your own growing pleasure.
Levi arched his back off the door behind him and into your loose fist, forgetting all about your little challenge when your thumb circled his head, your cheek falling against his shoulder. It was all he could do to remember to breathe through the now sodden shirt clamped between his teeth, ragged gasps fueling your movements.
His voice cracked as you squeezed the base of his shaft, eyes screwed closed and hands balling tight.
“Not yet…” you panted against his neck, before setting him free completely and walking backwards until your thighs hit the desk behind you. From here, you removed your own belt, pulling down your pants and underwear in one motion. Levi didn’t know what you had planned, but his eyes instantly honed in on your soaking cunt the moment you hopped up onto the desk and spread yourself for him.
“I want you to watch my pussy throb around nothing as you fuck yourself with your fist. And before you ask, no I won’t be touching myself.”
Levi almost came there and then. That had to have been the single hottest thing you’d ever said to him. Though the idea was cruel, the tip of his cock leaked at the idea.
–Fuck… you’re serious?–
“Completely.”
–Do I have to keep this fucking thing in my mouth?–
“You want me to find something else to gag you with?” The idea of stuffing your underwear in his mouth did spring to mind, but it was too much of a hassle to take your boots off. Plus, it was so much hotter this way, you got to see the extent of what your previous administrations did to his chest.
–Shit, okay… can I use both hands?–
“Nope. Just one.”
–Fuck you’re cruel today–
“You gonna keep me waiting?”
With a huff of indignance, Levi left one of his hands to claw at the wood behind him, the other coming down to clasp his aching cock. You both moaned in unison, every stroke down his shaft feeling like he was inside you, your walls fluttering against nothing.
You’d instructed him to watch your cunt, something he thought he could do with ease, but when he grasped his dripping head and swirled his thumb around his tip, he fought tooth and nail against the instinct to throw his head back.
You, on the other hand, did no such thing. “Fuck ‘Vi… like that. Oh shit, feels… fuck that feels good,” you breathed, feeling your clit pulse with a phantom touch. You still had every intention of sucking him off, but for now you just wanted to feel, content to keen and writhe as you relished every languid pump of his cock.
Every instinct was screaming at him to cross the room and bury himself deep inside your walls, seeing you so wet and ready for him. But he would be good today. This was something new that neither of you had thought of before, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it more than he thought he would. He watched you gush, your hips lifting off the desk as his hand applied pressure, sparking another cracked moan from his barred lips.
Before, the idea of getting himself off was never really appealing. It was only since this had started did he actively enjoy it, most likely because he knew you were feeling good too. So, with newfound courage, Levi ran his thumb down the vein on the underside of his shaft, crying out with the sharp spike of euphoria in his blood.
You obviously weren’t unaffected. “Yes! Fuh–ahaah! Fuck…! Ag-again!”
He was yours to command, and so complied with your wish, once again thumbing down the sensitive vein. A sob wracked from his chest, bringing your back to reality.
–Please! I… I can’t fucking- NGH! Please…!–
“Y-you want my f-ah! Want my fingers?” you asked, throwing your previous promise of not touching yourself out the window.
Levi’s hair bounced with a vigorous nod, only now craving that toe-curling sensation he felt when you hit that particularly sensitive spot inside you.
You made a show of sucking on your fingers, eyes still rolling as he continued to pleasure you both, before slowly pushing them through your folds. Levi’s gasp blended into a high pitched sob as you teased your own cunt. He’d actually been the one to help you find your g-spot, instructing you through heavy lashes until he too was keening. You could find it without much effort now, and when you finally pushed against it, Levi let his shirt fall.
“NGHA-HAAH! Shit! Oh fuck fuck FUCK!” You didn’t say anything when the back of his head hit the door, eyes screwed shut again as he desperately bucked his hips into his fist, picturing your pussy sucking him in. Neither of you had had the time to explore where in him you could tease until he went cross eyed, finding the same result this way. But he knew you wanted to, and deep down, he knew he wanted to too. Nothing had ever felt this good.
Goosebumps started to prickle your skin as you curled your fingers, his wanton cries an orchestra to your performance. Though this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you’d provoked him earlier, this was so much better. The room became a symphony of ecstasy, neither of you able to voice anything other than pure, unadulterated pleasure.
You stilled your fingers at the same moment Levi stilled his hand, looking at each other with nothing but burning desire, both of you heaving for oxygen.
“You let the shirt fall…” you rasped, voice slightly raw. Levi opened his mouth to reply, but just at that moment you curled your fingers inside yourself again, sending him back into a stuttering, moaning mess.
“I– ah-haah! W-wasn’t my fault!” It wasn’t the attitudinal retort he wanted to have, but that seemed impossible when you were still inadvertently fucking him.
Sliding your fingers from your cunt, you both sighed slightly at the loss, before you finally took the time to remove your boots, pulling your pants and underwear off completely.
Levi stood still against the door, catching his breath for a moment. Neither of you had come yet, likely making this the longest you have lasted in each other’s presence. Hopping off the desk, Levi watched as your hips swing with each step towards him, and when you held out your hand, he willingly took your wrist, lapping up your tacky slick from your fingers.
You removed them from his tongue’s reach, replacing them with your own mouth as you kissed him hard. You felt him shiver as you once again grasped his cock, your eyes fluttering as you finally sank to your knees before him. He could barely stand to look at you, all of a sudden so submissive before him, and the moment you wrapped your lips around his tip, vibrations caressing his head from your own moaning, his head once again hit the door.
“Fuuuuuck… like that… just l-like that, shit…!” your tongue caressed his frenulum, hand twisting and pumping around what couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your eyes closed as your highs approached, having kept them from another for far too long. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked against his tip hard, drawing a staggered whimper from his chest. “C-cum!! Gonna cum, fuck! G…gah-ah! Gonna fucking cum…!”
Your nails dug crescents into the milky skin of his waist, knowing the maintenance of your movements will bring you both crashing over the edge. And the moment Levi’s hands threaded through your hair and his hips bucked bruisingly into your mouth, you cried out around his cock as your high hit you, his spilling cum hitting the back of your throat.
Having lost control of his body, Levi’s back bowed in a steep arch, barely able to intake a gasp of breath before pure euphoria injected into his veins, balls tightening before releasing down your throat in sharp spikes of ecstasy. He vaguely registered you too hitting your high, the slight pain from your nails only heightening his pleasure. A long, pitched wail flew past his lips, thighs shaking as he fought to stay on his feet, his muscles having turned to liquid honey.
Caught up in the throes of your orgasm, your nose brushed the coarse hairs on his shuddering naval, having fallen forward without much care for his cock shoving further down your throat. Levi hissed as you whined around his overly-sensitive member, still twitching in the confines of your mouth, before gently moving your head back, setting you both free.
You chuckled softly, resting your forehead against his thigh as you both basked in the afterglow, taking a moment to catch your breaths, your thumb smoothing over the red marks you’d left around his waist, shivering slightly as you felt them burn into your own skin.
“Where… the hell… did that come from?” Levi breathed, his fingers curling through your hair, gently massaging against your scalp. Sex between you two was good. He was never going to deny that. The whole feeling each other thing was fucking incredible, but there was something about you ordering him to watch you cunt and get off to it that almost made him harden again.
“Not too sure to be honest… but I wanna experiment a bit with it…”
“Tch, you sound like Hange.”
The breath of your laughter huffed against his thigh, and it was only now did he realise that there really wasn’t a lot of mess to clean up, since he’d finished down your throat. The only real mess there was currently dripped from between your thighs, and it took all the power in his blood not to drop to the floor and clean you with his tongue.
“Wish we had the time…” you responded to the thought, shakily rising to your feet, your legs feeling weak both from kneeling and cumming your brains out. Levi thread his hands through his hair, sighing in blissful relief, only opening his eyes when he felt your thumb against the tender spot on the side of his neck, testing the bruise he knew you were looking at.
“Is it bad?”
“Uhm…” your voice was too pitched for his liking, eyes narrowing at your sheepish expression. “It’s… you have any scarfs…?”
Levi sighed heavily. He couldn’t be mad, not when every high you gave him was better than the previous one, but he did start to question your motives.
“I am not being possessive! I just get carried away sometimes, we both know that.” You pouted, pushing off him and crossing the room back towards your clothes. He wasn’t letting you get away with this though, not so easily. Stuffing himself back into his briefs and zipping up his slacks, Levi couldn’t be bothered to tuck his shirt back in before reaching you in two broad strides, wrapping his arms around your half naked waist and sucking a deep, biting bruise into the exact same spot on your own neck, making a twin to the now fading one on the other side.
You instantly melted into his touch, gasping lightly as you felt his teeth sink into your skin. A drunk smile pulled at your lips, your brain hazing for a moment, before he stopped suckling and pressed another, lighter kiss against your jaw.
“There. Now we’re even.”
“Not nearly, I still have this one.” you didn’t sound as put together as you would have liked, but the mere thought seemed impossible when you could feel him smiling against your neck.
It hit you like a punch from a Titan there and then. A singular thought that could ruin hundreds of moments. They wouldn’t get this. None of them would. They would never be able to experience something like this again. Why was it so right that you did? Grief constricted your breathing to the point where you pulled away from him, wordlessly tugging your clothes back on.
And of course, Levi knew what had happened. Knew exactly what you were thinking. He could hear it loud and clear in his own head. With everything that had happened lately, you hadn’t had the time to process your sorrow. Over the last two or three days, Levi had found himself awoken by your presence trying to make a home in his mind, terrified of your own. You didn’t want to be there, still tormented by guilt and hollowed sorrow.
“Sorry…” you mumbled, running an exhausted hand through your slightly sweaty hair. “Ruined it, right?” you couldn’t help offering him a melancholy and sheepish smile, now feeling guilty for ruining what was a really nice moment between the two of you. Though the mask dropped when you felt a phantom warmth descend around you. Levi knew you didn’t always like to be physically comforted, but he could still give you the feeling without touching you.
“Never.” he responded gently, reaching his hand out slightly apprehensively, waiting to see if you would shy away or accept the offer. And to his relief, you pressed your arm into his open hand, letting him guide you into his embrace. He knew this had been particularly tough on you. Though his squad was his family too, he still had Hange and Erwin. But you’d never bonded with them as much as you had with your departed friends. They were your family, he knew that. “You’re okay.”
You wanted to nod, but you couldn’t lie to him. You weren’t, but you had to be. You didn’t have a choice right now. These brief moments of weakness were all you were permitting yourself. Anything more and you would take it too far, losing control of your emotions and slipping back into that state Levi had to drag you out from. You wouldn’t put him through that again. It wasn’t fair.
“I just, I miss them so fucking much.” The tears you shed now weren’t ones of pleasure, but of pain. Of mourning the loss of time to mourn your family properly. He knew. Of course he knew. He would always know. But there was something so heartbreaking about hearing you admit it out loud.
“It’s bad today, isn’t it?” He asked, softly placing his head atop your own in a successful attempt to bring you comfort, if the way you buried your face into his bruised neck was anything to judge by.
–Yeah–
You were too afraid your voice would crack if you said anything out loud anymore, wanting more than anything to sink into his skin and disappear from the world, to let his half of your soul consume you and keep you. It hurt to breathe, knowing that they would never breathe again. It hurt to smile and laugh. It hurt to love as deeply as you do now.
–I know, I know–
Levi’s voice filled your head, fighting back those thoughts of your undeserved survival. You didn’t think you’d need to hear the reasons to fight again so soon after he uttered them not so long ago, but he was right. It was bad today. Maybe that was why you had him against the door like that, but the idea of using him as a distraction was even worse.
–You know that doesn’t matter to me–
Yes, you knew, but it didn’t help. Letting yourself feel would help, but you didn’t have the time. Neither of you did. And with the news of the recent breach… you didn’t know when you would have the time. And with your injuries, you couldn’t keep yourself busy. You couldn’t ride out with your comrades in this state. You were fucking useless. She was right, this whole time. You’d let your family die, you’re too weak to fight. You hadn’t thought about her in a while, but your grandmother was right.
“Enough.”
All thoughts in your head ceased.
Levi used a tone that he knew would get you to shut up, a tone he knew would grind your spiral to a complete halt. Because though it was soft, it was stony. It was a command from your Captain and an order from your bond.
“Shit… yeah, sorry.” you drew in a slow, deep breath, feeling Levi assist to calm your accelerating heartbeat. When the time would come, you weren’t sure, but you were sure that it wasn’t now. You would get to mourn them, just not yet.
Drawing you from his chest, Levi cupped your face with both hands, smoothing away the remains of tears beneath your eyes and down your cheeks with his thumbs. “Alright?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Thanks,” you reassured, though your lover didn’t look convinced.
“You have to let yourself be happy…”
“Damn, and that’s coming from you.”
Though it was a low blow, Levi was just relieved you were back to your old self somewhat. Under any other circumstance, he would have at least attempted to hide his soft smile, would have tried to feign irritation. But he couldn’t find it in himself. “Oi, I’m trying, okay?”
Maybe he could feign a little irritation. Just a little.
You huffed a light chuckle, placing one of your palms atop his scarred knuckles. “Guess we both have to try a little harder.” Pressing your lips to his, you sealed the promise, nothing but love now radiating from your mind. It settled his heart, a kiss of a different passion. No heat, just purity.
Fuck did he love you. And he would tell you one day, with his words, not just his thoughts.
“There’s no rush.” He felt you were unable to say that with complete honesty. There was always the constant pressure of time breathing down your necks. The unforeseeable future where one of you, or maybe even both of you, may be dead without ever getting to hear those words.
Like pulling a thread, Levi chased a memory he’d all but forgotten until now. “Do. Not. Lose. Her.”
“Who told you that?” You asked, quirking an intrigued brow.
“Honestly? Not sure. But it’s the second time I heard it when pulling you from your weird mind lake thing.”
“Hey!”
Levi smirked briefly at your offended façade, before resuming recounting what had happened from his perspective, now you could both talk about it without reopening any wounds. “The door between my head and the bond, it wouldn’t open. I couldn’t get to you. This voice told me to break it,” he turned to lean back against the desk just as you hopped atop it, crossing your ankles.
“What did they sound like?”
“Fucking patronising.”
You snorted. Only Levi would have said something like that about a disembodied voice he couldn’t identify. “Idiot, I meant like, how old? Where from? Did he have an accent like that Sasha girl?”
“Sasha has an accent?”
“Sometimes, though I haven’t really heard her speak much, there's a certain lilt to her voice.” It reminded you of the way Oluo used to speak, before he saw Levi as his new religion and changed his entire image. That first day was hilarious.
Fuck.
“No, she doesn’t have an accent.” He continued, knowing what you’d just thought about and wanting to squash another spiral before it even happened.
“It’s a woman?”
“I think so… the first time it was indistinguishable but… thinking back now…” his heart clenched. “It sounded like my mother.”
Your eyes widened slightly. Was that possible?
Levi swallowed thickly before continuing on. “Not in the way she spoke, but in the way her voice sounded. Pitch, cadence, tone… everything. I was too focused on you to really process but… it was her.”
You covered his hand braced on the edge of the desk. Despite his calm exterior, Levi was a constant maelstrom of emotions, and you did find yourself struggling at times to decipher what exactly he was feeling. Now was a good example, where you couldn’t tell if he was comforted or haunted by the idea of his mother talking to him.
“‘Vi…”
“At least, the voice was the same. Pretty sure my mother would never say ‘Now is not the time to doubt, blood of mine. Break the door. Do. Not. Lose her.’” He quoted exactly what he remembered being told that night. It was guidance, though brutal as it was.
You bit your lip in thought, watching as Levi’s tongue darted out to smooth the small phantom hurt. You really must remember to stop doing that so much. “‘Blood of mine’ ? Are all Ackerman’s connected to each other?” you asked, kind of wishing you had told Hange about the bond now. Maybe they could have helped decipher.
“Hard to say. I’ve never heard or felt anything before. Not even around Mikasa, and she’s an Ackerman.”
“You could just share the same last name and nothing more?” It was a weak suggestion, but a possibility nonetheless.
“I would have agreed had I not seen the reports of her strength and then seen it with my own eyes. You saw how she fought the Female Titan. That’s no regular strength.”
“You sayin’ I couldn’t have done something like that?” you asked, eyes flashing with cheeky mischief. Levi clicked his tongue, his own eyes rolling.
“She’s what, fifteen? Yes, I’m saying you couldn’t have done something like that at fifteen years old.”
“You didn’t even know me at fifteen years old!” you protested indignantly. “In fact, I–”
You were rudely cut off by Levi slapping his hand over your mouth, giving you a warning look. Returning his glare, you stuck your tongue out to lick the palm of his hand in petty defiance. Something which earned you nothing but a raise of his brow.
Point taken.
“It’s weird though,” you began after he removed his hand. “Why can’t you hear any of this when I’m like, not drowning in my mental health held together with a piece of fraying string?”
Levi sighed again, really wishing you wouldn’t talk about your own emotions like that, but now wasn’t the time to bring that up. “Not sure, I guess it only happens when I need it to?” he sounded as unsure as you did, which made sense considering neither of you knew what the fuck was really going on.
“Think it has something to do with the weird tree thing?”
He knew what you were talking about, and honestly, it was a sound theory. “I do find it weird that no matter where we’ve chosen, that tree will always be there somewhere,” He sighed, sliding a tired hand down the side of his face. “I’m sorry, I wish I knew more, but I’m as clueless as you are, despite this all coming from me.”
Your cheek against his shoulder was a welcome presence, strands of your hair tickling the underside of his jaw. “It would feel off-balanced if you knew more than I did anyway,” you reassured him. “Still, I would like to talk to Mikasa. It’s not me she hates, so maybe she’d open up a bit more.”
“I have a feeling it would be a little like trying to get me to open up without knowing me for as long as you have.”
“So I have no hope? Unless I get her to fall in love with me and then she forms a bond with me,” you joked, before the genuine question arose in your head. “Wait yeah, what if something like that did happen? Like, if there were more people with your blood, what if two people managed to bond to the same person?”
Levi shrugged, causing your head to tilt slightly. “It seems unlikely. If Ackermans are all connected, I don’t think whatever the bond is would let that happen. If it did…” he slid his eyes to where you were peering at him from his shoulder. “They’d probably duel or some shit.”
You barked a laugh, rising to stretch your arms above your head. “The sheer number of references you make to Frederik and Jules is absolutely appalling Levi Ackerman. Honestly, have you no shame?” Hopping off the desk, you crossed the room to unlock the door, thinking it would be a little suspicious if someone tried to enter whilst the bolt was across.
“Clearly not, I bonded with you, didn’t I?”
You swivelled, gaping at his audacity. It took you a moment to truly register what he had said, before taking a book from the shelf nearest you and throwing it in his general direction. “Rudeness! Rudeness of the highest insult!”
Whatever poor piece of literature you’d thrown at him was easily dodged, landing harmlessly behind the desk. “You can’t throw books at me, I’m injured.”
“You can’t throw insults at me, so am I!” you folded your arms, managing to keep his little devious smirk from cracking the defences in your expression. No, you will absolutely not let him get away with this!
“Yeah, you will.”
“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” you challenged, your expression still masked hard. Though as the moments lingered on and he kept looking at you like that, your resolve started to waver. “Fuck’s sake, I’m worse than Erwin and he let you get away with literal murder.”
“Speaking of which, how didn’t I know you two were old friends?” he asked, finally tucking his shirt back in and retrieving the black jacket you’d all but thrown to the floor, dusting it off with a barely veiled look of disdain.
“Likely because we barely talk as old friends anymore. He got caught up in being a Commander and I got caught up in wrangling you,” Levi raised a suggestive brow, pulling a laugh from your chest. “I didn’t mean it like that, but yes that as well. I meant in a ‘making sure you actually became a soldier and figuratively beating the shit out of anyone who called you a rat’ kind of way.”
Levi’s eyes widened slightly. He didn’t know you’d done that for him. You rolled your eyes, now trying to play it off. “Don’t let it get to your head. I almost fought my best friend the day we all met Isabel because she called her a criminal or some shit,” you couldn’t escape the slight blush in your cheeks. Yes, you’d done it in Isabel’s memory somewhat, but you’d also done it because you’d taken a liking to him from quite early on.
“I remember that…” it was the first time he’d bore witness to your fight. To a fire he’d now sworn to never let dwindle, and to protect at all costs. “Still, in all the years I’ve known Erwin, he’s not once mentioned you.”
“Guess he’s just as rude as you are then.” You had seen the opportunity and seized it with both hands, smirking slightly at his resulting scoff. “I think I might know why, though.”
Levi perked up slightly. “Oh?”
“That same evening after I met you and fought with Nana, we had a conversation. Erwin and I. We both knew he would likely be made Commander soon, meaning his squad would be left captainless,” Levi listened silently. He’d never heard you speak about the day he first met you, having not even discussed the tea you shared that day. “He told me I should take the offer to be made captain. I told him that I couldn’t.”
He didn’t know for sure, but Levi could hazard a guess. You’d lost faith in your abilities after what happened to Ilse.
“I don’t think he took it very well. He seemed kinda disappointed. But after that he was made Commander pretty quickly and yeah, that was that.” You didn’t particularly want to go into any more detail than that. Dragging up old, suppressed memories now wasn’t exactly a good idea, considering your current unstable mental state. Levi could see for himself if he wanted to, you’d already given him permission to see any memories he may deem necessary to understand you more as a person.
“I see,” was all he could say in response. Pressing with further questions didn’t seem like a good idea, and the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel any more uncomfortable with the conversation.
“So yeah, that’s about it. He was Captain of my squad, asked me to take over, I refused, you took the position instead.”
…Well he didn’t know that.
“Sorta why I’ve been indebted to you from the beginning. If you hadn’t shown up with your crazy abilities and shitty attitude I probably wouldn’t be here now.” You smiled, though it didn’t take a detective to see the slight pain behind it. Whatever that meant, he didn’t want to know, but with the bond being what it was, it didn’t seem like him joining the Scouts was a decision he made at all. But rather something else blessed by fate. Not that he was much of a believer in that kind of thing.
“You owe me nothing.”
“Well I know that now, yeah.”
“You owed me nothing back then, too.”
The room was silent for a moment, before you shattered it with a soft sigh. “I wish this had happened sooner. Between us, I mean.”
Levi crossed over to where you were leaning on the very same bookshelf you’d chucked a book from, once again taking you effortlessly into his embrace. He had the same thoughts so often. He wished he could have told you years ago. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight between you two, but he savoured his memories of the rocky start. The biting insults soon turned playful. The cleaning punishment morphing into shared time together. Though he wished he’d had you sooner, he wouldn’t trade watching you flounder around Eld for all the romance novels in the world.
You drew back, clearly having heard what he was thinking. “Really?
“It was pretty damn funny watching the two of you.”
Your forehead fell against his shoulder as you let out a long groan of embarrassment. “Fuck’s sake, even Erwin saw that.”
“He spoke to you about it?”
“Yeah, on the expedition. He wanted to extend his congratulations to us, which I thought was kinda nice of him, though he had a few other things to say….”
Levi looked at you, his eyes hard. “I assume he warded you away from me?”
“Not exactly. It was nicer than that, actually. He just told me to be careful.” you recalled the conversation in your head, sending snippets of visuals down the bond. Levi nodded, entertaining the image of you and Erwin by the campfire, having a surprisingly deep conversation, considering the circumstances. Though you left out the part where he told you not to hurt him. You were already afraid of doing that, but Levi didn’t need to know.
It must have been fate listening in, that there was a knock on the door just at this moment. You both looked at each other, the rapping sound breaking you both out of the little domestic bubble you so often found yourselves in nowadays. In a moment, you’d lifted a spare chair from the corner up to the desk to avoid the noise of dragging it along the wooden floorboards, and Levi had sat himself down, hunching over so it looked as if you were both completely caught up in paperwork.
“Come in.” he’d managed to morph his voice so it sounded mundane, as if he’d been doing this for hours. You couldn’t help but admire the adaptability. You guess you really weren’t the only chameleon in the room.
Moments after, a brown haired messenger announced themselves, opening the door with surprising flamboyance. “Captain Levi, Sir! Commander Erwin has asked for you, Sir! He wants to meet with you immediately, Sir!”
If you had taken a shot for everytime this guy had said sir you’d be well on your way to a good night out. However, there wasn’t time for things like that right now.
“Alright, I hear you. Dismissed.”
You snorted at the overenthusiastic salute the cadet made, before marching off to the left. He couldn’t have been any older than seventeen, poor kid.
Levi stood with a sigh, clearly not thrilled about the idea of a meeting, but you both knew what it was likely going to be about. You guessed neither of you had confirmed you’d go along with Hange.
“Guess you’ve been summoned,” you raised a brow as he walked around the desk, watching his hard expression set. You stood, catching him before he walked off and pressing your thumb in the crease between his brows, smoothing the tension from his face. “You can’t get this grumpy every time you’re called away.”
Levi huffed, though appreciating the attempt you made to caress away his stress. “When we don’t have a lot of time together anyway, I think I'm perfectly entitled to get this grumpy when it’s cut short.”
You grinned, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Can’t argue with that. Make sure you let him know, hm?”
He rolled his eyes, though a smile still pulled at his lips. He masked it by moulding them into yours. “See you later.” He murmured, giving your arm a quick squeeze before he headed out the door. You hated how much you missed his presence when he was gone.
The pendulum clock on the wall ticked by for all of five minutes before a lead balloon of dread sank into the depths of your stomach. His voice was instantly in your head.
–What? What’s wrong? You alright?–
–Levi…?–
–What?!–
–Your neck.–
Silence. You didn’t hear anything for what felt like an eternity, before his single word response had you cackling.
–Fuck.–
When the blanket of night settled over the world and a slight chill blew in the wind, you hugged your jacket closer around your shoulders, trying to stave the cold from getting to your bones. Though you’d healed fairly well, your leg still sang a melancholy song of pain with each step you took, earning yourself a slight limp. Your other wounds had healed nicely, slices closing up from your brow to your stomach. It was only really your leg that posed a problem now, though you’d been left with some pretty heft scars. Nothing new.
Walking through the courtyard, soldiers were busying themselves with packing supplies, crates of metal canisters, spare blades, boxes of field rations all being loaded onto various carts. You’d hidden it from Levi, but you intended to go with the group to search the wall. Orders be damned, you weren’t about to sit back and let everyone else do the work for you. You were physically incapable of doing that, and you also knew Levi would overestimate your ability to put sensibility above recklessness. Besides, you weren’t exactly lying…
You just hadn’t admitted the entire truth to him yet. Though it still weighed on you as a betrayal of his trust. Plus it actively drained you to hide things in your mind from him, which you guess made sense. It went against everything the bond was about.
Being caught up in thought, you didn’t see a blonde boy crossing paths with you from the right, almost crashing straight into him. It was only because you heard Eren’s voice and looked up because of it did you manage to stop the collision.
“Shit, sorry kid, you alright?” you asked, looking back to see where he could have possibly come from.
“Ah, yeah, I-I’m okay! Sorry, wasn’t looking where I was going,” he explained sheepishly, and you couldn't help but notice a weird resemblance to Erwin. Though this kid’s hair was longer, they had the same star-seeing eyes.
“Nah, you’re good. Totally my fault, though you looked as deep in thought as I was. Something on your mind?” you don’t really know what prompted you to ask, but he just looked so troubled, you couldn’t help yourself.
“O-oh! No it’s nothing. Just… thinking about the Titan in the walls… and how he got there.”
You let your mind run for a bit, before finally, realising who the kid was. Were you getting slow in your old age?
Nah, that can’t be right. You weren’t that old for fuck’s sake.
“Ahh, you must be Armin, right? Eren’s friend?” you asked, earning yourself a look of surprise. “Vice Captain of the Levi Squad, looks like I’ll be riding with you guys.” In an instant, Armin’s fist thumped against his chest in a salute of respect.
“Ma’am! I wasn’t certain at first, but I thought it might have been you. It’s a pleasure to meet you,”
You waved off the salute, unable to help feeling as though you don’t deserve such a show of respect. Your squadmates were dead, afterall, you thought bitterly. “You’re fine, put that away, it’s not meant for me. You’re the one who had the theory about Annie, right?” You asked, now walking alongside the kid to where his friends were already in the cart.
“Uh, sort of. It was really Commander Erwin and Section Commander Hange, I just suggested who it could be, it wasn’t–”
“Thank you, Armin. I los–” you stopped yourself. This poor kid didn’t need to hear about who you lost to that monster. “A lot of good soldiers died because of her. You helped us take a huge step in this fight for humanity,” Keeping your voice steady despite wanting to scream inside was something you’d become very good at, likely since losing Ilse. “We owe a lot to you and your friends.”
“Haha, Mikasa and Eren did most of the heavy lifting, I just helped with figuring it out.”
He clearly wasn’t used to giving himself credit. If Levi were here, he’d say something stupid like–
–Doesn’t give himself enough credit huh? Sound familiar?–
You huffed, setting your jaw. How did he always know?
–I have no idea what you’re talking about– you bit back defensively. –No it does not sound familiar, thank you very much. And shouldn’t you be concentrating?–
Warm laughter filled your head, and you couldn’t help but let it consume you, thawing your frozen bones.
–Meeting’s finished. It was about what we thought. Coming up with Nick now. Just waiting on Hange.–
–You only talk in short sentences now? We’re not out in the field, we can talk in full sentences here–
You could hear him sigh almost in disappointment. A terrible dread obscured your thoughts. Did he know already? If he already knew, then this was about to be an awful conversation.
–You know, you’re not subtle. And I’m not stupid.–
–...Levi…–
–You know you can tell me these things, right?–
You muttered various curses, causing the poor young blond walking next to you to cast you a worried look. Shit. “Oh, no not you Armin. Just… remembering something. Don’t worry.”
“Oh… I see…” he responded awkwardly, clearly not knowing what else to say. It didn’t matter to you at the moment. Levi knew of your intentions to accompany the party to the walls, and also knew you’d kept it from him.
–I… yeah, I know. I just, I knew you would try to stop me. I know it’s not the smartest thing to do in my condition, and I know my orders, but I just… I can’t just sit and let everyone do everything around me. I can’t just stay out of it… you know that.– you confessed. Though you were surprised he was so accepting about it. Honestly you were kind of expecting him to go all protective Levi mode and start trying to talk you out of it.
–The fuck are you talking about? And what do you mean by ‘protective Levi mode’???–
Oh.
Shit.
–Wait. Was this not what you were talking about…?–
–...No.–
–Fuck.–
–Fuck indeed. We don’t have the time to talk about this now.–
–’Vi, I– –
–No. Later.–
Well fuck. That wasn’t exactly the best outcome. What the fuck could he possibly have been talking about if not that? Had he asked Erwin anything? Had he asked–
Then it hit you, a memory that didn’t belong to you.
“You spoke to her. Around the campfire that night. What did you say?” Levi asked, almost unable to look up from the floor. He was on his way out before Erwin called after him, just to wish him congratulations. It had been unexpected, but not unwelcome. But now he couldn’t even look at the man.
“Nothing of importance. Just congratulating her as well. And warning her from hurting you in any way,” he chuckled as if it were simply something trivial. “I know you’re strong, Levi, but I need you focused. Heartbreak doesn’t do much for a soldier’s motivation.”
“You know you can just say you were looking out for me, no need for this whole charade,” He rolled his eyes, finally recovering after getting slapped in the face yet again by the realisation that people cared for him. “What did she say in return?”
Erwin sighed, lacing his fingers in front of his nose in thought. “That it was one of her greatest fears, hurting you. And knowing you, you likely have the same thought, no?”
Levi tensed his jaw. He knew hurting each other was a fear within your relationship, considering recent events, but he didn’t know it was your greatest fear. Why hadn’t you told him? You’d told him everything else… right? He was snapped out of his thoughts by Erwin, clearing his throat.
“I see, I thought she would have told you. I apologise.”
That was all you saw, though it was enough. Not that you could register anything right now. You had so much going on. Too much going on, you couldn’t help but wonder how Eren coped with it all. The future of humanity used to lie on the shoulders of you, your squad and your Captain. Now you’d been unburdened with that demand, though it had been placed onto a child. How the fuck was that fair? And with the breach in Wall Rose, you were so sick of things going wrong it was starting to drive you up the fucking Walls. And now Levi knew you wanted to head out on the expedition later this evening. And from what you could tell, which was a lot, he didn’t seem too happy about it. Fuck this day.
You’d deal with it later. If Levi didn’t want to talk about it now, then you could certainly hold off. Nothing was about to change your mind, and you were content in your decision. You would go on the expedition and deal with the consequences when you came back. To hell with him.
“Great, what the hell does this mean?”
You were snapped out of your thoughts by Eren already in the wagon, loading up ODM gear and gas canisters. You felt for the kid. He’d only just discovered what he was and already so much had happened since. Barely having time to recover from the fight against Annie and now all his friends had to be sent away in case any more of them were fucking Titans?
“I don’t know… but they’re Titans, right? Would they seriously break through the Wall with Titans in it?” It was a good question, you had to admit. Armin’s mind was nearly as sharp as Hange’s, if only the kid had more self confidence, he could definitely gun for Commander in the next decade or so, providing he survived that long.
“Wouldn’t be the first time, right? They did it before.”
It took you a moment to leap onto Armin’s trail of thought, but once you were there, you understood perfectly. “No, they didn’t. That was a gate. They busted through the gate, not the wall.”
“Exactly, the Walls are different. They don’t have a single crack in them, no weak points other than the gates.” Walls this kid was smart. “There’s no signs of stress, and even stranger, there’s no way of knowing how they were built. They’re just solid walls of stone. No bricks, no nothing.”
“No nothing except Titans…” you knew where he was going with this.
“Armin, Lieutenant… what are you saying?” You couldn’t help but compare this situation to when you and Hange would be brainstorming and Levi would have no idea what you were talking about. Poor Mikasa.
“Suppose… suppose the Walls were made of the same stuff as Annie’s Titan crystal?” Armin posed.
You chewed on the suggestion for a moment. “She used that to cover her nape, right? And she trapped herself in it, so we know it’s versatile,”
“And it’s virtually indestructible, our blades breaking instantly upon impact…”
Stepping up into the wagon, you held your hand out to help Armin up, taking a seat opposite Eren, who looked utterly horrified.
“So… the Walls are made of Titans? Is that what you’re saying?” He asked, looking down at his own hands as if they were about to catch aflame.
“It’s just a theory at the moment, but–”
“It’s a solid one. We need to talk to Hange, and if there really is a breach in the Wall…”
The wagon jostled as you were moved into formation, but being so lost in thought you barely noticed. What the hell did this mean for humanity? Being protected by the very things that were trying to annihilate you all. And what would happen if the sun did hit them? What did Pastor Nick know that the rest of you were clueless about? And how was it that some preacher of the Walls knew? There were too many unknowns, it made you uneasy.
You vaguely registered Mikasa wrapping her cloak around Eren, muttering something about him getting cold. It was sweet, you thought, though it brought you back to the various things you didn’t know about your own bond, wondering if Mikasa knew that’s what had happened between her and Eren, given that it had actually happened, of course. But you’d heard about her uncanny sense whenever Eren was in danger, and thought back to how Levi had the same sense about you. You hoped, for her sake, Eren would realise one day.
“Sorry to keep you waiting! Didn’t think it would take so long to prepare.”
You stole your nerves to look their way, though you barely registered Hange’s cheerful wave over Levi’s glare of thunder. At least his heartbeat wasn’t out of sync with yours. So this could be fixed… right?
The wood creaked in protest as an additional three bodies crammed into the space, you shuffled up as much as you could, your body pressing against the side board as Levi took a seat next to you. You longed to press your face into his neck, but at the same time, you wanted to do anything but that. Joy, more conflicting feelings.
“But… but he’s a priest from the Order of the Walls… Why is he–”
“I know! Nick and I are inseparable now! It’s alright, makes sense he’s here, just like the rest of us. We’re all rather random.”
It was strange for Hange to make assumptions this way. Ths group was anything but random. “No. The opposite. Erwin’s thrown us together for a reason.” Though what those reasons were, Levi couldn’t hazard a guess. The man’s motives were always mysterious until the final moments, when all would be revealed. It was an irritating habit.
He needed to talk to you, finally realising what your intentions were, he couldn’t let you do this. You were still badly injured, and though you were recovering well, he knew your wounds were deeper than those surface level scratches. And if your stitches blew out in the field, you were dead. That was it. He couldn’t even believe you were considering this, let alone having made up your mind. It was stupid. Reckless. And downright selfish of you.
“The condition of Wall Rose is currently unknown, but everything up to Erhmich district is safe. That’s the path we’ll be taking. Move out!” Erwin’s voice boomed from the front of the formation, loud enough that you were certain the entirety of Trost would have heard the announcement of departure.
You stayed completely silent, debating more than ever what your next moves should be. How had things gone so damn badly? How had everything turned to shit so fucking quickly? It only felt like yesterday you were playing strip poker with your squad and now they were all fucking dead, two kids can turn into Titans and there was another fucking breach. You sighed, teeth gnawing at any loose bit of skin they could find on your lips. A habit you hadn’t indulged in a while.
“You heard him. Get going.” It was a weak hope that speaking up so suddenly would get you to stop tearing apart your lower lip, his own stinging with each pull. You bit down a little too hard as the wagon jostled to life, and Levi almost winced with the sharp hurt. You, on the other hand, didn’t look too bothered by it, taking the opportunity to suck on the blood like some little fucked up vampire. If he wasn’t furious with you right now, he would have taken your hand into his own, current company be damned.
He loosened a breath. Being angry with you was foreign and unknown and downright awful. He wanted to talk to you, to somehow ease the worries in your head, but he had no idea how to start a conversation with you at the moment. Not that he was ever very good with his words. Putting his opinions aside, Levi dropped his hand to brush against your arm.
Though when you flinched slightly, he wished lightning would strike him where he sat. You still refused to look at him, but he didn’t need to see your face to know you were radiating some kind of guilty resolve. You did nothing but continue to bite your lip, your fingers now tearing at your cuticles. He hadn’t seen you this stressed since you walked into his office and announced his squad would be helping Hange on their capture mission. Fuck that seemed like years ago now.
“Well I should probably explain what we know from our friend Nick here,” Hange began, clasping a firm, almost threatening arm around the man’s shoulders. “You see, it was Nick who told us to cover the Titan in the Wall, assuming it would move should sunlight hit it. Just how he knew this, we have yet to find out.” With a quick glance to the opposite three in the wagon, you could tell they were just as baffled as you all were.
“Wait wait wait, back up, this guy knew?! He knew and he said nothing!?” Eren exclaimed, leaning forward to almost throttle the man.
“Uh huh, ‘friad so. And unfortunately, that’s about all he’s said. But, we all know now, of course. He doesn’t wanna talk quite yet, but that’s likely to change with a harsh dose of reality. It’s his faith keeping him quiet, but first hand experience though, we–”
“To hell with that!”
You almost jumped at Eren’s shouting, standing and slamming his hands down on the table separating the two sides. Though if you were being honest, you missed the fighting talk from the kid. “If this son-of-a-bitch knows something, he needs to come out with it! We’re on the brink of extinction and he’s deciding to keep quiet about what he knows? Caring only about keeping some stupid oath?!” Eren’s tone only rose with each point he made, stopping only due to what you assumed was his exhaustion spiking a sudden headache. A hand braced against the side of his head, Mikasa guided him to sit back down.
“Take it easy Eren, you still haven’t fully recovered.” Oh she was so in love with him. It actually made you smile slightly, though it was short lived. Nothing lasts forever in the Scouts.
Your chest constricted at the thought, and you glanced down to see Levi’s balled fist.
And if you weren’t so busy wondering what the fuck you should do, you would have found him pulling a gun ridiculously attractive. What was wrong with you?
“There’s more than one way to get people to talk. Sure, I’m not exactly in top shape right now, but I know it doesn’t take much strength to pull a trigger. Having said that, I genuinely hope I won’t have to blow a hole in you to settle this. How ‘bout you?”
You once again cursed your current situation for not reacting after he’d just said maybe the single hottest thing you’d ever heard come from his mouth. If you weren’t in such emotional turmoil, you definitely would have started teasing him in front of everyone.
But you were drained, and any will you had to do so had drained also.
A brief silence settled in the wagon as everyone remembered that, sure he wasn’t on active duty right now, but they were still sitting in the presence of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, and it was still intimidating.
Well, everyone except for Hange.
“Threatening him doesn’t work, Levi. I went to throw him off the top of Wall Sina. So trust me on that. And whether you agree with him or not, Nick here is a man of principle. Which has gotta make you think, if he’s so unwilling to talk, what in heaven’s name is he putting above the fate of humanity?”
Now that placed a blanket of silence over the wagon. Because it was one hell of a good question. What was he holding above the fate of the human race? What did he deem more important than humanity’s future?
With the conversation coming to a halt, you tilted your head back to the moonlit canopy overhead, rogue embers floating within the leaves without a care in the world. You wonder if they knew their life was short. If you knew they had these last few seconds of freedom before they faded to nothing, returning to whatever elements they were composed of. But isn’t that all anything was? A brief interval from the void of non-existence? You suddenly envied those embers. They’d never experienced grief, or heartbreak, or loss in any way. They burned, and they burned beautifully until their inevitable end. Which is all anyone could strive to do, you thought. Burn beautifully.
Despite the morbid nature of your thought trail, you smiled. Because you knew everyone around you was doing just that. Burning beautifully.
Levi had taken a whistlestop tour into your mind for a split second, just to see how you were holding up. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to be having philosophical revelations over fire. At least you weren’t thinking about the mission he wasn’t about to let you go on. He’d take philosophy over that any day of the week.
Though his own tired head thought otherwise. Too much had happened to be entertaining your thoughts, so he returned to his own, only now noticing Hange staring unblinkingly at a rock. It was unusual for them to be doing unusual things, but at least it was a distraction from whatever the fuck was going on with you.
“Hey Four Eyes,” –He leaned forward slightly, looking past Nick to Hange still staring at the rock– “since when did you take an interest in geology? Or is your life so boring even rocks have become fascinating, looks like you’re about to drool.”
Hange looked up, as if they’d just been dragged from a good book. “Hm? Oh, this? It’s not a rock. At least, not an ordinary one. It’s a hardened piece of skin, left behind by the Female Titan.”
That caught your attention. Snapping out of your thoughts, you too turned to look at Hange, your expression mirroring Armin’s as he gasped slightly. “Wait, it didn’t vanish?” He asked, eyes wide with what you could only just discern as shocked intrigue.
“No! It broke off when she reverted back to her human form. It didn’t evaporate… didn’t simply go poof,” Their enthusiasm for the conversation only increased tenfold, and you could tell as soon as they started to use onomatopoeias. “Which got me thinking… and when I compared it with a piece from the Wall, its texture and molecular structure were, for all intents and purposes, virtually identical. So basically speaking–”
“We’re being protected by the very things that are trying to devour us, only ten times bigger than average.” You finished, glancing between Armin and Hange. You’d already had a conversation like this with the blond, but now at least you knew Hange had the same theory.
“Exactly, and if my hypothesis is correct, the Walls were constructed using consolidated Titan skin.” Hange confirmed, to the disgusted horror of the opposite three.
“You’re kidding… that’s what Armin and the Lieutenant were just talking about.” Mikasa observed, wide eyed. But she wasn’t wrong. That was exactly what you and Armin were discussing. Honestly, not to be condescending to the girl, but you were impressed she was following.
Armin once again gasped, shooting forward in his seat. “So then–” he began, only to be rudely cut off by Hange’s hand to his face.
Unfortunately for them, you’d just had exactly the same revelation. You borderline launched across Levi, slamming your hand down on the table. “You want to–”
However, you too received a Hange hand to the face.
“Easy there you two, it’s rude to steal somebody else’s thunder dontcha know. As it stands, we’d be hard pressed to find a rock large enough to seal Wall Rose again. It would have to be just the right shape and size, and we don’t have specifics yet,”
You fought to free yourself from Hange’s grip, desperate to contribute to the solution and listening to Armin frantically try and talk through their other palm.
“On the other hand, where there’s a will, there’s a way. Just picture it, Eren using his own hardening ability whilst in Titan form!” They revealed, finally releasing both you and the blond from their hands. You shook your head slightly, instantly wiping your face because heaven knows where Hange’s hands had been.
Frowning, you slouched back in your seat, folding your arms. You thought of that too.
“Then I could… patch the hole.” Eren came to the realisation much slower than you and Armin, though you guessed, since this actually concerned him and it was all incredibly new for him, he had other things to think about.
“The sealant should be composed of the same material, and, like with Annie’s crystal, it shouldn’t disappear once you revert to human. This might be less of a long shot than it sounds. Whaddya think?”
If Levi was given a coin for every time you and Hange got carried away in conversation to the point where he could no longer follow, he could retire within the next year. However with this boy genius now added to the mix, he realised where this was going only a few moments before Eren did. Though your pouting did almost make him laugh. He knew you would have wanted to jump in, because he knew you would have been right there with Hange’s theory. He knew you were smart enough. And he hoped that was good enough for you.
“The greater the risk, the greater the reward,” You leaned forward again, clearly having gotten over your petulance.
“And if we can patch up Wall Rose… then Wall Maria starts to look fairly promising. And vital though it is, the outposts infrastructure slows us down to a crawl,” Armin continued, and Levi couldn’t help but find it a little weird how he was now finishing your sentences.
“The time and resources needed to transport materials are immense,” and vice versa, he discovered as soon as you took off from where he left. This was getting ridiculous.
“But… if we can nullify the necessity for supply wagons, we could get to Shiganshina much faster… And what if we decided to carry out the plan at the dead of night?!” Armin posed, stony determination written on his face. You couldn’t help but smile slightly, having found yourself on the exact same wavelength.
“Night?” It was Hange now who was having trouble keeping up, and though you felt the urge to explain, they had a point earlier. Stealing somebody else’s thunder was rude, and you realised Armin needed all the confidence boosts he could get.
“Yes! When the Titans are more or less motionless!” He finished, clearly waiting with some kind of validation on his theoretical plan.
“Huh… that’s not bad. In fact, it’s genius, particularly if the group is small enough to slip on by undetected.” –Hange looked back down at the small crystal in their hand– “The straits we’re in are about as dire as they come, but this could turn the tides completely.”
“We have to bear in mind though, this entire plan hinges on whether or not Eren can seal the hole again.” You really did hate to be the one to throw a bucket of cold water on the atmosphere, especially when you saw Armin’s proud smile falter slightly, but he knew as well as you did it was a good point.
Hange looked across to Eren, who you could see was visibly sweating despite the slight chill of the night. “It’s probably unfair of me to even ask but… do you think you can?” They asked, brows pinching in slight sheepish guilt.
The wagon once again fell silent as all eyes fell to the teen who wasn’t looking at any of you. Once again, you could tell he was feeling the weight of the future on his shoulders, and your heart constricted for him. Ever since that night after you’d almost killed him, when he’d accidentally turned Titan and scared the ever loving shit out of you and your squad, you’d found a new respect for him. Having now understood the burdens of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, you could only imagine what Eren was going through.
“What he thinks really isn’t the problem here,” Levi finally found his voice, having been in complete awe of you and the way your mind worked. “You either will, or you won’t. That’s the reality of the situation. Our comrades are breaking their backs, but without you, it’s pointless. Failure here isn’t an option.”
You knew he was right. You knew he was just adding gravity where the rest of you had lost it, bringing the conversation back down to earth, but did he really have to be so stern? So pressuring?
–I think he knows how important this is. Stop adding unnecessary weight.– You couldn’t help yourself, a weird kind of protective nature coming over you. You saw out of your peripheral his hands balling into fists.
–So now you wanna talk?–
–You were the one who shut down the conversation, not me. I was just doing what you asked.–
Levi’s frustrated sigh blew about your head, before the tension was broken by Eren’s desperate enthusiasm to prove himself. “Sir! I know, and I’m prepared to do whatever it takes… that’s a promise.”
There and then, you could see just how heavy his memories were. You understood his guilt because you understood Levi’s guilt. You knew he felt every single life lost around him, because he was supposed to be strong enough to move forward. He was supposed to be strong enough to protect people, to take the hits when nobody else could.
“My father’s cellar…” You tilted your head to one side, willing to put your current feud away and glance at Levi, who glanced back at you, before you both looked back at Eren, awaiting an explanation. “That’s… that’s where the answers are. If there was even a grain of truth in what he told me, everything depends on us making it there.”
You didn’t have time to wonder what the hell that meant, before Hange announced your location; “Well, here’s Ermich.”
Nerves bubbled in your gut, this being the place where you knew you were about to have the biggest argument in your relationship. You felt Levi tense next to you, knowing he was thinking the same thing. But neither of you were backing out of this, that much was clear.
Hopping out of the wagon, you chose to ignore the slight bite in your thigh from your injuries, taking a moment to stretch out your back. You noticed Levi had already set off with Nick, and though you weren’t alone with Hange, you were still going to take this opportunity to talk with them. “Hey, Hans?”
Once again, like a breath of fresh air, Hange beamed at you, despite the previous conversation in the wagon. “What’s up? The atmosphere there was kinda frosty for a second huh? That Armin kid though… he’s pretty damn smart, and to come up with a plan for Shiganshina so quickly… I reckon he’d make a pretty great Commander one day.” They started off on their own conversation as the two of you made your way through Ermich district.
“Yeah, we’d had a brief conversation before the journey about the Walls and the Titans inside and such, we pretty much came to the same conclusion.” You defended stiffly, only to Hange’s delight.
“Awww, jealous I got there before you? Sorry sunshine, only a few have brains like these!” They skipped, and you genuinely couldn’t understand how their demeanour could shift so quickly and so dramatically. Though, you remembered a time where Levi said that about you, how you could shift your personality from casual to professional in the blink of an eye.
You grit your teeth. Thinking about him hurt.
“Yeah yeah, whatever. I just wanted to let ya know that I’ll likely be joining you on the mission.” You tried to mention it as nonchalantly as you possibly could, but no amount of casualness could have warned them of that.
Hange stopped in their tracks. “Aren’t you supposed to be off active duty for the time being?”
“I can stand, can I not? And I’m walking, am I not? I don’t have a good reason to be resting.” You defended adamantly. You knew this was exactly what Levi was going to say as well, so you’d already come up with arguments.
“Does Levi know?” They asked softly, and when you didn’t respond, Hange placed a hand on your shoulder. “I was wondering what had happened between you two, things seemed different in the wagon than they were this morning. Don’t solidify anything yet. Wait until you talk with him. I’d say we have roughly half an hour turnover. If you’re still set after talking to him, I’d be happy for the help.”
“You know, he doesn’t make my decisions for me.” You tried to keep the venom from your voice, but failed miserably. Hange knew, of course. They knew this wasn’t coming from a place of rage or anger with them.
“He’s your Captain. He technically does.”
“My Captain, huh? Of what squad, Hange?” It was a brutal blow, and had it been anyone else you were talking to, you know they would have walked away by now, either your glare or the toxicity in your tone causing them to leave. However, this was Hange. Hange who knew both yourself and Levi, sometimes better than you knew each other. Hange, who knew grief just as well as you did, and still managed to do everything they could. Hange, who also had friends out there in the field right now, and who hadn’t heard from them in hours, and didn’t know if they were still alive.
They squeezed their calming hand on your shoulder. “Speak to Levi first, as a favour to me.”
You sighed, feeling the tension sapping from your spine, knowing they were right. “Fine, but I’ve made up my mind.”
Hange smiled in understanding, continuing on their path with you by their side. “I know you have, but if you sneak out and Levi knows I knew, I won’t live to see the sunrise.”
Huffing a chuckle, you nodded in agreement. That was likely true, unfortunately for the both of you. Glancing back, you watched the three behind you for a brief moment. Watched as Mikasa tried to wrap Eren’s cloak back around his shoulders, to the teen’s dismay, whilst Armin tried to calm the two of them down and stop their bickering. It was a sickening reminder that, after everything, they were still just kids.
“It’s sad. Not only was their childhood cut short, but now they hold the weight of the future on their shoulders. Eren specifically, but you can see it on Armin and Mikasa too. The way they care so much for him, but he feels the need to do everything alone. It’s so lonely.” You thought aloud, cracking your neck to the side.
“You sound like you're speaking from experience.” Hange observed, glancing down to you with an eye raised.
“Not quite. But I know how it is for Levi. I know that, even given the chance to, he would rather die than pass his title on to somebody else. Not for any sort of pride reasons, but because he wouldn’t want that burden to befall another soul. He carries it because he knows it’s necessary to do so, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.” It was a losing battle, keeping your frustration from bubbling to the surface. On the outside, it just seemed like you were explaining something not many people would have an insight into. On the inside, however…
You wanted to scream.
Despite the morbid display in front of him, hundreds upon hundreds of people having lost their homes due to the recent breach, Levi couldn’t help but listen to your conversation with Hange. To be understood on such a fundamental level was still incredibly new for him, so to hear your voice exactly how he felt a majority of the time…
It solidified his need to stop you from going on this mission.
“You know him well, huh?” This was a side to Hange you didn’t see very often. The softer, more sentimental side to the ‘mad scientist’ everyone knew. It was part of the reason you liked them so much.
“And you know why, so you don’t need to act clueless.” Once again you came incredibly close to telling them everything, but you held off. Despite there being a small rift between the two of you at the moment, you knew that was something you needed to discuss with Levi.
You both climbed the steps into the barracks, hearing Eren, Mikasa and Armin still behind you.
“Hey Eren!” Hange gestured for the teen to join them, and so you took a step back, allowing them to have their conversation without interference. “Once we leave Ermich, we’ll be in Titan territory for sure.”
“Think you’re well enough to ride a horse yet?”
You’d almost completely forgotten Moblit was on this expedition, considering he didn’t ride with you in the wagon. It was only now did you see Hange relax slightly, having not even noticed they were slightly tense. You half smiled with the realisation.
And it was now you really missed being on good terms with your partner. Because you knew he would have had something to say about that.
“Yeah, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.” Eren responded, though he sounded exhausted.
“Saddle up then soldier, there’s one waiting for you on the left lift.” You thought a lot about the shift you and Hange could perform between professional and casual, though you’d never considered how different Moblit was behind closed doors. You guessed, when he didn’t have the pressure of being Hange’s right hand man, he could well and truly relax.
Though the only visual indication you had was Hange’s widening eyes, you’d already felt Levi’s growing presence behind you. You turned, seeing almost exactly what you predicted, only Nick looked more remorseful than he did in your mind’s eye. You couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Section Commander, we’re pressed for time!” Moblit called out as Hange jogged back past you.
“Gimme a second will ya?” They called back, before addressing Nick. “So, you seen the light yet by any chance?”
If you took a shot for every time silence had settled it’s blanket over your group today, you’d likely be in the medical wing. The air was charged as you all waited for Nick’s response, before realising he was going to hold his tongue. And finally, finally, Hange had enough. “Goddamnit! This isn’t some fucked up spiritual test, real human lives are on the line here so make up your mind!”
And for the first time since he sat his holy ass on that cart, Nick spoke; “Alas, I have no choice. None of us, not myself nor the others who believe are at liberty to divulge the truth.”
Ooo did you want to punch his teeth in. You knuckled itched to be thrust through his jaw.
“Well fat lot of you help you were! Thanks ever so much for keeping us company, it’s been a fucking joy!” It took all of your willpower to, despite your situation, stifle your laughter at their sarcastic rage as they abruptly turned on their heels and started to stomp away.
“I would offer my help if I could, but a duty as great as this one is beyond me. The Order of the Walls abides by the sacred will our faith commands us to obey.” He seemed so solemn you almost pitied the man. Almost.
“Who’s sacred will? You mean like God or something?” Hange questioned with no small degree of snark.
“I can’t answer that.” God fucking damnit! “But… what I can do is provide you with a name. An individual the sacred will and it’s divine wisdom instructed us to monitor.”
You couldn’t tell if he was using way too many words in sentences deliberately, or whether or not that was seriously the title they gave the head of their religion. “Monitor?” You asked aloud, glancing at Hange who nodded in approval. That was clearly their next question.
Nick sighed before continuing on. “It’s a person you know. Someone who enlisted in the Scout Regiment as of this year. A child by the name of–”
“Important message!” The pastor was drowned out by the arrival of a messenger loudly announcing her presence. She didn’t even stop to knock or read the room, just barged straight in with her agenda. But that didn’t stop you or your companions to hear the name he’d just uttered. Christa Lenz. “I’m with the 104th Cadet Corps. Oh and my name is Sasha Braus!”
You blinked in surprise, finally turning your head to look at the girl. You still didn’t really know the 104th that well, only really being well acquainted with Eren, for obvious reasons. But you knew of Sasha, and you’d heard her speak before. However the accent you’d previously noticed seemed to have vanished into thin air. Interesting.
“No way…”
“Wait, who?”
Sasha strode up to Hange, scroll in hand. “This is for you, Section Commander.” Though she was completely ignored, the room’s attention now being completely on the Pastor.
“You must find her with all haste. She is the key. She may know things we understand, but poorly.” You glanced to Hange, who mirrored your look. Who the fuck was this girl, and more importantly, who was she to Eren, Armin and Mikasa for them to be so floored by this? “And with that, we come to the end of what I am free to share with you. The rest I leave in your capable hands.”
“Wait, if she’s in the 104th… she’d be on the front lines by now.” You realised, wide eyes flicking between Hange and Nick.
“Then let’s go! We’re already pressed for time, we don’t have any to lo–” Though you admired Eren for his gung-ho attitude, you admired him less when he didn’t look where he was going and ran straight into poor Sasha who had been waiting incredibly patiently with her scroll, sending her crashing to the ground.
“Watch where you’re going!” Hange called out, the room’s attention shifting to the poor girl on the floor.
“Sasha?!”
“Just where did you come from all of a sudden?” Mikasa asked, and you couldn’t help but raise a brow. Had nobody else heard the girl enter? Seriously?
Once again you wished you could talk to Levi about this, but he’d been silent in your head since the wagon. You kept your sigh internal.
As if remembering she was here for a purpose and not just to lie on the floor, Sasha gasped, snatching up the parchment that had fallen from her hands and barrelling through her three friends toward Hange. “I was sent to deliver a message to the Commander, who then entrusted me to get this to you Section Commander!” The girl spoke without breathing, and you absently wondered if this was her first time delivering a message. Before realising that yeah, this was most likely her first time delivering a message.
Good for her.
The girl borderline folded in half at the waist as she bowed, holding the scroll out for Hange with both open palms. You stifled a snort, pretending to pick at your lips to hide your smile.
Levi had been borderline completely silent throughout this entire exchange, not having much to say. However, that didn’t mean his eyes didn’t work. He noticed every little thing you did, every little micro-expression you made, whether it be concern, confusion, determination, and now hidden amusement. It warmed him that you could still smile at things, despite everything.
“Uh, okay then… excellent work!” Hange seemed a little taken aback by the girl’s formal enthusiasm, but swiftly replaced the scroll with a baked potato from the supply crate, and you watched as Sasha all but melted on the spot, before taking one of the largest bites you’d ever seen a human being take out of anything, half wondering if she had Titan genes.
“So, who the hell was Nick talking about?” You turned your attention back to the conversation at hand, asking the three who already seemed to know her what was on everyone else’s minds.
“She was the smallest one in our class,” Eren answered, crouching to secure his boots.
“Golden hair, blue eyes. In fact… she was kinda cute.” You had to double take to make sure you actually heard that correctly.
“The girl who’s always hanging around Ymir.” Mikasa clarified, and you looked at Hange just as their eyes widened.
“Wh– Excuse me?” That had triggered something in their brain, but whatever that may have been, you guessed you would find out at a later date. Another quick glance around the room told you nobody else had quite had that same reaction. But that’s normal for Hange.
You watched them stare in contemplation for a moment, before brushing off whatever they were thinking, clearly filing it away for later. But with everyone standing around, it was starting to irritate you that nothing was being done. “Alright, no point in doing nothing, start loading up supplies onto the lifts.” It was better than nothing, right? And it was nice to know people still regarded you with some kind of authority, as footsteps instantly started echoing off the stone walls. Hange helpfully took a seat on one of those crates, pulling at the string from around the paper handed to them by Sasha. Glancing to a smaller box of food to your left, you carried it under your arm, handing it off to Moblit who nodded at you in thanks.
“That the background report?” You asked, leaning against their shoulder slightly, skim-reading the first few paragraphs.
“Yeah… yeah it is.”
“Background report?” Eren asked, his head almost comically popping up from behind one of the crates he was trying to lift.
“Ah, yeah. I asked for a background report on Annie Leonhart. It was a lot slower than I was hoping for, what with paper trails being a total catastrophe at the moment, but according to this, there were two other cadets in the 104th who came from the same area. One Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover.” Hange looked up from their paper, surveying the three before them. You, however, turned to Sasha, who’d looked as if she’d seen a ghost.
Too many revelations in one night. Too much information revealed in such a short amount of time. Levi kept his eye on Eren, the boy already having suffered enough. And no, whilst his own comments didn’t help settle the teens nerves, he also knew what was necessary to get through to him. He didn’t want to have to keep jabbing at him, and if this mission wasn’t so crucial, he wouldn’t have to. But with this perhaps being the only shot at sealing the wall they would get, he didn’t regret being harsh on him. Even if it had earned him some dirty looks from you.
Hange continued; “Don’t have many records about them, and any records we do have are unreliable, thanks to the chaos five years ago. However…” Placing the paper down on a makeshift table, Hange pointed to the skeleton of the scouting formation, “We do know in the long range scouting formation, their unit was given false information, among those intentionally misled into thinking Eren was in the right wing.” You felt a migraine coming on, your head starting to pulse ever so slightly, which considering your situation and circumstances, you couldn’t be surprised.
Though, out of instinct, your eyes slid to Levi and his surroundings, just to make sure it wasn’t the bond telling you he was in some kind of danger. Which, taking note of what was next to and behind him, he wasn’t. Just a normal migraine. You didn’t know which was worse at this point. At least you could do something about him being in danger.
–What?– Walls, he still sounded irritated.
–Nothing. Just a headache.– You weren’t about to admit that you were staring at him to make sure he was okay. If you were anything, you were petty.
Levi already knew about the headache, he could feel it himself. He also knew why you suddenly looked over at him. He hated that his heart softened slightly. He was still livid with you for fuck’s sake. But the way you instantly looked to make sure he wasn’t in harm’s way…
How was he supposed to be okay with you riding to battle without him by your side?
“Wait just a second… that’s the section Annie attacked!” Armin realised, causing Sasha to almost break her neck by whipping her head to look at him.
“What? What does that mean?” She asked, barely able to keep her voice from shaking.
“Well… it’s entirely plausible that they told her where they thought Eren was…”
“Huh…? But why would they do that…?” The poor girl asked, her head tilted to one side. You thought she was kind of sweet, in her own way.
Glancing to Hange, who had already put the pieces together before you, they nodded in confirmation to where you’d just ended up with your thoughts. Reiner Braun and Bertholt Hoover were the most possible candidates for the Armoured and Colossal Titans.
“Where are you going with this Armin? You can’t just accuse–” Eren started what clearly was about to become a heated argument, before he was interrupted by the scientist at your side.
“I totally agree. There’s a difference between coincidence and correlation,” –but didn’t they just confirm your thoughts?– “However, I’m curious to know how the three interacted whilst training. So? What can you tell me?”
As per usual, it was Armin who spoke first. “I knew Reiner and Bertholdt were from the same region as Annie, but honestly? They never seemed that friendly toward each other.”
“Same here,” Eren continued. “You wouldn’t really catch them idly chatting away, and even when they did talk, it was usually curt. It wasn’t like Annie was very social to begin with.”
You tried to stop your bubbling hatred at the way they were talking about the Female Titan as if she were a normal human girl, and not some twisted psychopath who’d ripped your family to shreds. But it was proving difficult.
“Yeah… at meals, she seemed to prefer eating by herself. I don’t know…” Sasha thought for a moment, before her face lit up and she slapped her own fist, an idea popping into her head. “Oh! I think I've got something that struck me as weird at the time!”
Okay. Sweet? Yes. Any sense of urgency or necessary words in a sentence? No.
“I heard she liked sweets!”
Seriously? You sighed heavily.
“I’ve got nothing…” Mikasa began, before her eyes lit up slightly too. You guessed that was her own version of slapping her hand in realisation. “Except maybe that–”
“Guys, what are we doing? These are our friends we’re talking about. Our comrades. Sure, Bertholdt never has a lot to say, but Reiner’s like everyone’s big brother, ya know?”
No, actually, you wouldn’t know. You had a little brother, and you couldn’t remember a single thing about him. Not even his face. Not even his name.
“You really think he’s capable of lying to us?” Eren finished with a surprising amount of conviction for someone who’d seen first hand the devastation the Female left in her wake.
“Not only that,” you chimed in. “But how would Leonhart have known to change course? Hange said that unit was fed false intel, so how could she possibly have known where we actually were?” It was a question more to provoke thought than to disprove theories, to get further answers flowing, because how could she have known?
“You both have a point. Reiner fought Annie with everything he had. Almost got himself squeezed to a pulp in the process. And as for–” Armin stopped dead in his tracks, as if remembering something.
“Armin?” You prompted, causing the blond to raise his head again.
“He broke free at the last minute… but afterwards, Annie changed her course. In fact, she ran straight toward where you were. I briefly mentioned that you were most likely towards the centre rank but there was no way she could possibly have heard me. She wasn’t in earshot at the time, I’m sure of it.” For someone who’s words carried such conviction, Armin really had to work on his tone sounding unsure of himself. His mind truly was brilliant, as was his memory, it seemed.
“Do you remember if he seemed overly interested in Eren’s location?” You pressed, knowing you were almost to the bottom of how the fuck Leonhart found your squad. And with what looked like dawning realisation, you knew you had your answer.
“Oh no… the only reason I brought it up was because Reiner asked where Eren might be…” You had to fight the instinct to cross the room and envelope the kid in a hug. This wasn’t his fault, he had no way of knowing. You of all people could understand misplaced blame, and you knew he’d be blaming himself. “There’s… something else. Once he broke free, she stood there staring at her palm, possibly–”
“Looking at whatever Reiner had just carved into it with his blades, right?” You felt the familiar fire of battle rise in your gut, now more ready than ever to take on the fucker who lead your friends straight to their deaths.
Armin nodded in confirmation and with a hint of what you thought was gratitude that he didn’t have to say it out loud. “Maybe… maye Reiner is…”
The room fell stagnant, Levi briefly noticing that you could hear the whispers of the dead if you listened hard enough. He could feel your iron determination in his stomach and it only worsened his pool of dread. Convincing you not to do this might be harder than he initially thought.
“What is wrong with you all…?” Eren began, looking desperately between his friends. “This is Reiner we’re talking about. The man’s been with us from the beginning. You don’t just–”
“Enough!” Hange interrupted, commanding an impressive amount of the room’s attention with one order. You couldn’t help but admire them briefly. “All of you, listen up. If you cross paths with the pair in question, don’t give them any indication of what we’ve discussed, okay? And under no circumstances are you to bring up Annie Leonhart in their company. Before we can ascertain whether or not they were co-conspirators, we must find, lure and contain them underground. That’s the plan, are we clear?”
The room was a well orchestrated chorus of “Yes, clear.” before once again soldiers started busying themselves around you.
“Right, we have to go. Now!” The sheer, stony determination in Eren’s voice brought a flare of pride to your chest. He’d just found out the entire room was suspecting one of his greatest friends as an enemy of humanity and he was still as ready as ever to gallop off into action.
“Calm down, Eren.”
How many times had you heard those words in exactly that tone? You glanced back to see Levi looking between the three, a hand still clasped at the jacket around his shoulders. “I need you all to listen. This is where we separate. Erwin had his reasons for throwing this rag-tag squad together, but right now this is all riding on you.”
You wanted to slap him. As if the kid needed any more fucking pressure.
“Armin, you and Hange are the brains. Use your combined knowledge to cook us up some kind of solution,” He barely waited for a response from the blond before moving on. “Mikasa, I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you’re so attached to this guy in particular but put your skills to good use. Protect him at all costs.”
Your suspicions about her own bond only solidified with her answer. “Sir, I intend to.” You could see how her and Levi were related in some way.
“And you,” he turned to Eren and you saw him flinch slightly. You imagined not many people could make him flinch, having a fighting spirit like his, but you also weren’t too surprised that one of those few people just so happened to be your partner. “Don’t fuck this up.”
Great. Now you wanted to kick him as well.
“Check your emotions, Eren,” you clenched your jaw when Levi glanced at you with a look of purpose only you could see. “Learn the meaning of the word restraint. If you let yourself succumb to blind rage all hope is lost. We can’t afford another mistake.” You borderline snarled as you felt each one of his words against your gut. You fucking knew he wasn’t just talking to Eren. You knew he was sending those messages to you too. But you weren’t succumbing to blind rage. For the first time since that day, you were seeing clearly. You knew what you had to do. This wasn’t some passionate, miscalculated display of fury. This was what was necessary in order for yourself, and humanity, to move on.
“Alright everyone, we move out in five. Everyone, check your gear and any supplies you think you’ll need!” Moblit called out above the slight din. And so you left down the steps to do just that. To find a quiet room to check your gear and engage in possibly the hardest fight in your life so far.
Because there was only one thing more terrifying than a Titan, and he just so happened to be the other half of your soul.
You heard him before you saw him, uneven, thunderous footsteps echoing down the hallway before Levi’s hand slapped the door so hard you felt the tingles of pain in your own palms. Those extra few seconds gave you time to prepare for whatever was about to happen.
He slammed the door behind him, rending not the jumped response he was expecting from you. That did not bode well.
“You’re not going.”
“You physically cannot stop me.”
“It’s an order.”
You stopped fastening the belts to your thighs, savouring the sharp burn over your stitches. “Then I guess this is insubordination.” You responded firmly, before moving onto the next strap. You’d made up your mind. You were going, and that was final.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right? Were you not listening?”
“Nope. You can’t stop me doing this, ‘Vi. Nothing can stop me from doing this. If this is a step closer to understanding what’s going on, then I have to help them take it.”
“Even if that means risking your life?”
You scoff, not looking up from the straps on your legs. Though you weren’t doing a lot with them, just mindlessly checking them with faux importance. “Levi, every step outside those walls we risk our lives. Why is this any different?”
“Fuck, do I really have to spell it out for you?”
“You’re asking me to put this relationship above fighting for humanity?”
“Yes!” He answered before even thinking about it.
You both fell silent, staring at each other. Because in the end, that’s what this came down to. Choosing between him or humanity. You always thought you would choose him. Fuck the world, fuck the Titans, fuck everything. It could all burn if it meant you could stay with him.
But that was before Levi gave you a reason to keep fighting. If anything, he only had himself to blame. “You of all people should know that’s not possible.” It was a spiteful, venomous jab of a comment, but there was no room left for sympathy in you right now. “There has to be meaning…” you whispered, and you could feel him stop, the fight draining from his heart.
“There will–”
“No. There won’t. Not if I don’t make sure of it. You told me… you told me we keep fighting to give their deaths meaning. So let me fight. Please, Levi. I have to. Because I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to continue if everytime I get hurt I fucking hide. If I can walk, I can fight.
“And I’m walking pretty damn well.”
Levi ran a hand through his hair. He knew this would happen eventually. Knew there would be a time where you would have to run into a battle without him, it was inevitable in the Scouts, and he was only human.
But not yet.
Not now.
He thought you were fucking dead days ago. He thought he’d lost you. Having you close was the only way of knowing you weren’t dead. The bond hadn’t helped that day, what had helped was seeing you alive.
What if he never saw you alive again?
“I can’t let you do this… If something happened and I wasn’t there–”
“Then you’d be dead too, so it doesn’t matter anyway.”
Silence.
“How can you fucking say that…? How can you say that after what happened…? We don’t even know if that’s how it works and you’re still willing to risk it?” It was a kind of betrayal Levi didn’t think he’d ever felt before. Because this was you choosing to go away. You were choosing to leave him behind and risk the bond, risk him. Because no matter what happened, bond or no bond, if you died, he would die too.
You’d been too caught up in your grief to really think about it. Being the one to almost die, the one unconscious, you hadn’t thought about what it was like for him, hearing your voice fade from his head, feeling your presence disappear from within his chest. You hadn’t thought about it, and your constant companion of guilt thrived because of it.
“Levi…”
“Don’t. That doesn’t matter.”
You tried to reach for him, but he stepped back. “You know, Erwin told me what you said your biggest fear was. Was it a lie?”
Tears pricked your eyes, whether from the all too real wound burning on your thigh from how tight you’d pulled the strap, or the all too real wound burning in your heart, you couldn’t tell. “...No, ‘Vi. It wasn’t a lie.”
When he finally met your gaze, you had to look away. You’d never seen him look so vulnerable, so torn apart. “Then why are you doing this?”
Why were you hurting him so fucking badly?
“You know why.”
Because it would only get worse if you didn’t do this. And you would never be able to forgive yourself.
–I love you…–
“Then prove it…!” he begged, uncaring about the desperation breaking in his voice. “Stay…”
He knew the second he’d said it, you’d already made up your mind.
“...I can’t.”
His eyes widened slightly, taking a moment to comprehend what you’d just said and the meaning behind it.
“Then what are we still doing?”
Your entire world shattered with those words. You had no response, nothing to give him. You’d found yourself at a crossroads, two paths stretching either side.
“What do you mean…?” you asked, too afraid to raise your voice higher than a whisper.
Anger had fueled his words. Anger and hurt. He didn’t know how to get you to see, how to get you to back down from this. No amount of begging or pleading could get you to change your mind, so where was the point? His soul screamed at him to change his mind, but he ignored it. Wordlessly, Levi turned and left you there. For the first time in his life, he was walking away from you.
Gritting your teeth against your tears, it took you a second to push down your emotions. If you were really going to do this, you needed all your focus on the mission. Not on Levi. Wiping a stray tear from your cheek with the heel of your palm, you tried to pull on the bond between you, only to find no tension. He’d sealed his mind off from you, and you honestly couldn’t blame him.
You could fix this, right? You could… you could go on the mission, come back and talk about it, right? You had to. You didn’t have a choice.
With a tug of finality on the last buckle on your thigh, you stood. And with a resolve you didn’t know you could muster right now, you strode down a path, hoping to fuck it was the right one.
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Okay so the baby vamps is there anything that scared the boys at first while taking care of them?
I have baby vamps but right now I can’t remember their names. But I can remember the baby vamps I gave Star names
OK FIRST OFF... You gotta tell me/share more about your baby vamps to me some time!! I'd love to hear about them! And tell me those names too!🥺🥺
And to answer your question for yours truly, I'm gonna ramble a little if you don't mind~ 🤭
Now... Were the boys scared of anything in fatherhood?
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The thing that scared David when it came to taking care of both Anastasia and Chris was feeding... And not the feeding you think!
It was just eating in general- especially when they started to ween off of milk onto baby food and blood. Baby vampires tend to have quite an appetite when developing and he had such an anxiety of choking its not even funny. 😅
It was actually kind of hard to spot this little fear since David seemed the most collected and calm through the early months of parenthood... But Chrysta started to notice how he'd always stare very laser focused while she fed Annie or he'd lean or rock/shift uncomfortably a lot in his chair while never breaking eye contact when she would feed Chris.
And the second one of them would cough cause they got some milk or blood down the wrong pipe, or they gagged on the spoon- even if they made a face at a new texture or taste of baby food, all Chrysta had to do was blink and David was already up on his feet quickly pacing toward her and perching himself behind her to watch or aid.
"Is she choking?"
"No, David, she's just got a little food down the wrong tube."
"Her face looks red."
"It's her natural blush, baby."
"Make her eat slower. Kid's giving me a damn heart attack."
"I can't control that hun-"
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Literally anytime Tiffany cried Paul would start panicking. Was she hungry? Hurt? Fussy? Was it his fault?
As soon as he saw that bottom lip start quivering, and her eyes start to get glossy, he's already calling for Chrysta nervously.
He can't help but feel guilty afterward, sometimes he feels like he's leaving all the hard stuff for Chrysta to figure out cause he's too scared for the first time in his life of messing up. 🥺
But Chrysta was able to help him through it. Anytime he'd come to her for help, she'd simply walk him through what to do while letting him get experience till he felt a little more confident. He's much better now at it, even if he still goes into panic mode for a couple of minutes before the Daddy senses kick in.
"I don't think I'm cut out for this, Mamas..."
"You're doing just fine, Paul. See? She was just crying for her Dad."
"I guess..."
"Just wait, once those daddy senses kick in, you'll be able to handle it like a champ."
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Legit everything about being a girl-dad terrified this poor man. Sure, he's raised Laddie as one of his own, and even besides that he's pretty good with kids- but when Jennifer was born, boy was he a wreck- especially due to the fact Chrysta was gonna be recovering a lot for the first few months after some birth issues.
I mean, this little girl fit in both palms of his large hands, and she was so fragile and delicate he was afraid of even breathing on her in fear she'd just break like porcelain in his arms.
He was used to being more rough and playful with Laddie, and his other coven members too, but now that he had a "little lady" on his hands, he was so scared of even letting her getting a scratch on the knee.
He was so cautious and careful of his baby girl- even to this day! Just watch this tall, quiet, brooding, and intimidating vampire go into papa bear mode when his little girl comes running up to him with tears in her eyes saying he needs to kiss the ouchy on her finger better. 🥺😭
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I've mentioned or stated before that Kat is a climber- on other things other than using Marko as her personal jungle gym.
You should watch this weird-footed toddler climb the walls of the hotel, and crawl upside down from the rafters while running away from Marko, thinking it's the funnest game to play when daddy wakes up!
Marko has different thoughts on this 'game'... 😬 wanna see Marko freak out for the first time in his life? Watch him scramble around with his arms stretched out in fear of Katherine above slipping and falling all the way down. Thankfully, she never has.
If there's one thing he wishes she never got, it was his reckless nature and dumbass energy.😔
#cherry answers#ask#cherry rambles#🍒daily dose of cherry🍒#the lost boys#tlb#the lost boys 1987#tlb 1987#the lost boys oc#tob david#tlb marko#tlb paul#tlb dwayne#tlb x reader#tlg#tlg au#the lost girls#the lost girls au
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karmen: sup, max. you good?
max: yeah. didn’t think you was coming. you look weird.
picture two
karmen: mom forced me. she said it was a gift from dwight, the fuckin’ creep.
max: that man looks like uncooked chicken.
karmen: that man’s out here reflecting sunlight.
max: he’s got the brownest nose i ever seen. always in my dad’s ass.
karmen: [ laughs ] that’s a good one.
picture three
karmen: how’s stuff with your dad? he’s still bitch made?
max: always.
karmen: yeah, i felt that. how’s things with wolfgang?
max: ...
karmen: you good?
max: ...why do you always gotta bring him up around me? it’s not like he’s the only person i wanna talk about.
picture four
karmen: last time we talked, it sounded like things were going pretty good—
max: yeah, well, things changed.
karmen: that bad, huh?
max: it hasn’t been the same since i told him.
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max: i’m tired of all his jokes. at this point i wish he’d just call me a slur.
karmen: sounds like a cope to me. next time he’s on some shit, just be like, i’m not the one with a whole makeup routine, son.
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max: it’s not like i ever see him anyways. he’s always with his new girl.
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karmen: already? that was quick.
max: that’s what i said.
karmen: who’s his girl?
max: some preppy vampire bitch. i think her name’s anastasia.
karmen: what?! anastasia straud?
max: you know her?
karmen: she’s my friend. don’t call her a bitch! she’s super nice!
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max: whatever, i don’t even know her.
karmen: yeah, so why you callin’ her a bitch, incel?
max: die.
karmen: you first!
max: i don’t gotta take nothing from you. your mom’s fucking a white guy.
karmen: you think e-boys are hot! cope! seethe! be nice to my friend!
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max: i am nice. i’m a ball of fucking sunshine.
karmen: you know, that’s probably why he’s been off with you, ‘cause you’re rude to his lady.
max: he was off before she came around.
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karmen: yeah, maybe, but take that up with him, not annie. it’s not her fault you’re down bad for some cringey e-boy.
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karmen: so what are you gonna do now that your guy’s off the market?
max: nothing. i stole a pack from jacques—that drunk bastard won’t even notice it’s gone.
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max: you want one?
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karmen: i’m good. i don’t gotta get drunk outta my ass to have fun, unlike someone.
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Vamp Kid headcanons because I replayed from Dusk To Casa Bonita and I think they’re neat
Karen still hangs out with Mike and the vampire society sometimes but only in secret. Nobody wants a repeat of what happened at Mike’s birthday party if Kenny finds out.
Karen’s “vamp name” was going to be Magdalene.
The goths and the vampires are still enemies but they agreed to be neutral towards each other when Karen is involved.
Clyde’s sister joined the vamp kids after Betsy died. She’s the vamp girl with the white hair with black streaks and pink gloves. Her name is Stephanie Donovan but she calls herself “Black Dahlia.”
The vamp girl with the black bob and the cat on her shirt is named Becky. She’s also one of the Yaoi fangirls. Has drawn vampire creek art before. Will not stop drawing it.
Mike’s mother went out for milk and left him with his stepfather when he was only 3 years old. “Michael Makowski-Adams” is his full name but he never uses it.
Mr Adams checks in on the McCormicks every now and then and brings Mike with him. It’s how he met Karen.
In the future, Mike opens a bookstore in South Park and writes cheesy paranormal romance novels as a side business. That doesn’t change in either timeline but in the new timeline, he stays in touch with his friends and is happier and more successful.
Joining the vampire society requires you to memorize every song made by HIM and The Birthday Massacre. Annie Bartlett has a YouTube channel where she makes edgy amvs for both bands.
Vladimir’s real name is Jeffrey Wilcox. He owns a pet tarantula and has a big crush on Millie Larsen.
Katie —- Sorry, Bloodrayne eventually goes goth in high school but stays close to Mike, Ryan, Larry, Annie and Vladimir.
Ryan and Mike are each other’s oldest friends. They’ve known each other since Kindergarten.
Kyle keeps Ike as far away from the vamps as possible as one of the kinder vamps tried to convince him to join them. His little brother must be spared the horrors of Hot Topic.
The vampire in the red hood and the dyed red hair we see in the background sometimes calls themself “Crimson” but their real name is Spencer. They’re just some theater kid who joined the society because their friends did. They also thought it would be fun to play as a cool vampire character.
They have game nights where they meet up to play Vampire the Masquerade and watch vampire movies.
#south park#south park vampire society#mike makowski#karen mccormick#sp vamp kids#headcanons#minors DNI
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ur not escaping my asks tonight I just need to go digging on ur blog for more about the rando cinematic universe (u or i need to make a shorter way to type that cus my attention span was screaming by the end of rando) brb
im gonna use this ask as an excuse to finally explain the main characters :D
these two are basically the overall "main characters" and appear in all eras (not every story tho):
Gilly (fae): the faerie queen of the forest. she assigned herself to be the immortal protector of a noble family of monster hunters/scholars, the Hawthornes. to her, they're her beloved family... until she's brutally betrayed in the 1890s. usually a helpful/nice character, kinda feral and trickster-y
Eyeball Guy (fae): moon faerie, goes by cool names like The Eternal Night Incarnate and Cosmic Sky Eyeball. accidental creator of vampires, later a vampire hunter. usually appears as an antagonist/villain - he doesn't WANT to be though, and is slowly going insane from guilt and self hatred
most stories indirectly revolve around one of their plot lines - Gilly stories are like tee hee fuck capitalism! :3 and Eyeball Guy stories are TRAGEDY AND MADNESS
the rest are named in chronological order of appearance w a very quick description for each below the cut:
fantasy era (the dawn of time until like early 1900s):
The Vampire Hunter™ (vampire): a 300 year old vampire hunter-turned-vampire. kills or turns any vampire hunters who find her for advice.
Cyn (human): silly goofy vampire hunter sidekick! later, a magic-creature serial killer after finding out their beloved mysterious vampire hunting buddy was secretly a primordial cosmic horror (eyeball guy!)
Luisa (vampire): Cyn's lesbian older sister. became a vampire hunter to protect them from their fucked up tyrannical family, was later turned into one when seeking advice from the Vampire Hunter™.
Montague Hawthorne (human): aka "the gilded age capitalist witch." betrays Gilly, to free his family from being forced to face magical dangers. technically the "BIG BAD" of the fantasy era, bc he turns the Hawthornes into capitalists like the Rockefellers
Caelia Hawthorne (human): ^bros younger sister, victorian mad scientist experimenting on magic and magical creatures >:)
Moira (fae): giant sea serpent. hates humans bc she got captured and imprisoned in a tank. possessive sidekick of evil pirate jesus, unsuccessfully trying to use her to get revenge on humanity
Evil Pirate Jesus (aka Jamie!! she has a name now!!): unwanted child of Cyn and Eyeball Guy, also the first human/fae to exist. has powers to generate & control light, also heal herself. she doesn't care that she has powers or is magically significant and just wants some parental figure to adopt her (cough aka Montague Hawthorne)
modern era (1970s onward):
Nelly (mostly human): 2013-era descendant of jamie. she can see the giant sky eyeball bc she is distantly related to it -- she doesn't know this and thinks she's imagining it, and tries many psychiatric interventions to get rid of it with 0% success
Annie (human): time loop girl! trapped living through the year 2013, 37 times in a row.
The Moth King (fae): sometimes the RCU is so fairytale, bc the moon faerie has a little moth knight :3 controls shadows & exclusively lives in the Fae Realm. maya's monster husband
Maya (human): a renaissance faire blacksmith who gets kidnapped to the Fae Realm and survives off sheer caution and common sense
Irina: massive dumbass who gets kidnapped by the fae **on purpose** bc she wants a hot faerie wife. a very fatal plan indeed
i'm pretty sure that's literally any character i've talked about in any sort of detail. and so I bestow: context :P (thx for reading if u got this far aha)
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❝ i feel a sin comin' on. i feel a right that's about to go wrong. i got a shiver down to the bone. i feel a sin comin' on. i got a buzz in my brain, drunk on a love goin' down like champagne. i got a feelin' it's gonna leave a lipstick stain, and i'll be the only one to blame. and you can see it all over my face. sweet temptation, all over the place. ❞
( seol inah + cis female + she / her ) 🠒 i feel a sin comin’ on by pistol annies is something that resonates with eden choi. the cop at glen ellen’s police department is glen ellen's very own bad good girl, who has been in town for twenty-seven years. while they are only twenty-seven, they can be very insecure but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more resilient. in a town where every one knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret, but i think the killer knows that [REDACTED], and it's bound to get out sometime soon.
𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔 *
FULL NAME: eden haneul choi.
NICKNAME: e, the sheriff’s daughter (in hs), nepo baby.
OCCUPATION: cop.
EYE COLOR: brown.
HAIR COLOR: brown.
HEIGHT: 5ft 6in.
TROPES: bad good girl, badass adorable, danger prone, generation xerox, the unfavorite. ( sidenote: didn’t realize the meaning behind bad good girl on tvtropes, but that works too. but jsyk my original intention was: she is bad at being a good girl )
INSPO: buffy summers ( buffy the vampire slayer ), shawn spencer ( psych ), susan mayer ( desperate housewives ), seth cohen ( the oc ), dean winchester ( supernatural ).
TRAITS: resilient, insecure, unpredictable, clumsy, energetic, self-deprecating, empathetic, stubborn.
PERSONALITY TYPE: SLUAI, 7w6, sanguine-choleric.
AESTHETICS: lips chapped and red from gnawing at the surface whenever they’re lost in thought, a small yet cozy apartment lit up with fairy lights, falling just before the finish line, & randomly finding bruises in the shower and not knowing where they got them.
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 *
from birth eden was a disappointment. her parents wanted just the one child, so she was a surprise baby. as she grew, she could never measure up to her sister. never had the chance, really. her father, the former and now retired sheriff of glen ellen, put all his eggs in one basket: her older sister. still, eden tried to garner his attention and affection by pursuing his interests. she just turned out to be really bad at them. he loves soccer? well, she was only good at the running part so she was put in track. he loves math? eden couldn’t multiply to save her life. no matter what she did, she always fell short. luckily her mom was there and helped to ease the rejection. she might not have stopped her husband, but she showered her daughters in the affection her husband could not. sincere and unconditional.
eden went through school between striving to be the good girl or being the rebellious girl. somehow falling in the middle there as well. her dad finally gave her his focus when her sister left town the second she turned eighteen ( so when eden was around 16/17 ). eden knew she was the second choice, but she was happy to just be a choice. so, she worked very hard to get into the academy and become a cop. her father did try to have his good friend the mayor to appoint her as detective right away, but eden put a stop to that. however, rumors spread in a small town and she earned the unfortunate nickname of ‘nepo baby’ on her first day.
𝒏𝒐𝒘 *
eden is still working as a cop. being promoted naturally is not so easy when there are few cases that warrant promotion, but she still prefers to earn her way. she is still trying to do her dad proud, but to a lesser degree. she realizes now that his attention and respect is not as fulfilling as she hoped it would be. but she is still rather optimistic and is just here attempting life the best she can. she’s quite accident and danger prone. it’s almost comical how much bad luck she has sometimes. but she’s great at taking things on the chin and keep on keeping on. around six months ago her sister overdosed and is now in a coma. they hadn’t been close in recent years, but eden has come to understand her more and the difficulty of living up to near impossible expectations. she hopes to reconnect when she awakes... whether or not her sister will want to and the reason behind why she might not want to is a whole other story.
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 *
best friend: they know everything about each other. this person will be the one person who knows the extent of her insecurities and whether people like her for her or what she can do/be for them. they might even know about her secret relationship.
friends: self explanatory.
exes: she has lived in glen ellen all her life ( minus the time she was at the police academy ), so pretty open.
co-workers: basically anyone who works at the police department. they could be friends or maybe y/m hates her & her nepotism. up for anything.
frenemies / fake friends: presently or in the past. perhaps they are using her, or truly just not like her. for in the past, when they were in school they could’ve tried to befriend her for being the sheriff’s daughter & thinking they’d get of scot free if caught.
coffee / drinking / food buddies: people who indulge in these activities with her.
people she has arrested: or have been called to settle disputes for without arresting. just anyone who have met eden in an official capacity.
sparring buddy: she enjoys some boxing as exercise so could be someone who does it with her? or even sparring teacher ?
#bludsintro#there are questionable maths going on here#but just squint until the numbers look right#also last intro yay !
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All the multiples of 3 😁
Thanks, babe!! 🥰
3: A song that reminds you of summertime
Chattahoochee - Alan Jackson
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I will not be judged. Also. Hey, Brandi Carlile! I've been very patiently waiting for you to cover this song in your belt-y Raise Hell style. I can hear it clear as day in my mind. Just a suggestion!
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6: A song that makes you want to dance
He Lives In You - Lebo M
This song makes me LOSE CONTROL. What a bop! And I've long joked that this and Michael Crawford's O Holy Night/Bach's Ricercar are the only things that can kinda reel me back into believing in God/Aslan/Mufasa...if only for the track's duration :)
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9: A song that makes you happy
Hodja - Todd Rudgren
Always has me grinning ear-to-ear and trying out different harmonies on each refrain. :)
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12: A song from your preteen years
Whisper - Evanescence
Amy Lee, my beloved ❤️ Who else got into this band because your parents mistook it for Christian music? And who else still remembers all the words to the Latin chorus?
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15: A song that is a cover by another artist
For No One - The Beatles - Liz Gillies
LIZ DROP A ROCK ALBUM I BEG YOU PLEASE SINGLE-HANDEDLY SAVE THE MUSIC INDUSTRY LIZ PLEASE (also divorce your nasty fucking husband and marry me)
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18: A song from the year that you were born
Hope Of Deliverance - Paul McCartney (and kd Lang!)
1993 was an excellent year for music, but this is the song from that year that I still listen to on a regular basis.
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21: A favorite song with a person’s name in the title
Hannah Hunt - Vampire Weekend - I'm With Her
"If I can't trust you, then damn it, Hannah! There's no future! There's no answer!" Listen to this back-to-back with First Aid Kit's cover of America.
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24: A song by a band you wish were still together
I don't have an answer for this one, really. I think break-ups happen for a reason and half the bands I miss fell apart because somebody died. How about a desperately wanted collaboration? Get kd, Indigo Girls, Melissa Etheridge, Phranc, Tracy Chapman, and Brandi Carlile all up on stage together for a raucous cover of Callin' Baton Rouge or something. Restart Lilith Fair/MichFest. Put The Last Shadow Puppets in charge of the music for The Beatles biopics. Have me play Take Good Care Of My Baby on Colbert, with Lera Lynn as a surprise guest who segues us into You Should Know I'm Still Your Baby (a la Melissa and kd kissing after Sleep While I Drive). Annie Clark, Esperanza Spalding, and Andrew Bird should form a supergroup. Lianne La Havas should be blaring on every grocery store speaker. Taylor Swift should take a break. Liz Gillies should release a 70s rock/folk ballad album. Lady Gaga should do electroswing. I don't know!
27: A song that breaks your heart
You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go - Bob Dylan - Madeleine Peyroux
Idk, there are sadder songs. I just starting thinking of my ex. "You could make me cry, if you don't know!"
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30: A song that reminds you of yourself
I'm a looooooooooser! Actually.
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SOME THINGS ABOUT ME: GET TO KNOW ME
First things first my name is Mary. I prefer you call me that but if you have any cool nicknames or anything like that, you would like to call me please ask. Do not call me anything without my permission first
I go by She/Her/Hers and I am bisexual. I have a preference for girls and I like redheads…random I know but it’s true
I’m 16 years old and I’m a junior in high school
My favorite color is purple and I like black as well
My Hogwarts House is Slytherin
My favorite movie genres are horror, comedy, thriller, and musicals
I’m a theatre kid. My favorite musicals are Hamilton, Annie, Into The Woods, and Heathers
I like different types of music genres. But I mostly listen to Pop, 80s, Rock, & Old Time music (like 50s-60s and even 90s)
I have two cats. A Russian blue named Sophia and an American short hair named Savannah
My top 5 favorite shows are Stranger Things, American Horror Story, Riverdale, The Vampire Diaries, and The Umbrella Academy
My top 5 favorite movies are Beauty and the Beast, Harry Potter, Descendants, Carrie, and IT
I have like a million celebrity crushes…here’s some of them: Evan Peters, Cody Fern, Dove Cameron, Taissa Farmiga, Billie Lourd, Noah Schnapp, Sadie Sink, Florence Pugh, Scarlett Johansson, Sarah Paulson, Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Tobey Maguire, Finn Wittrock, and such much more. (Like literally it’s at least a whole fucking twelve pages)
I have an older brother who is 20 years old, and has autism
I’m huge nerd!! (I’m a huge ass nerd when it comes to the shows and movies I like…lol)
I like to read all different types of books. My favorite ones I have read are Carrie, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Dork Diaries, Whatever After, IT, and anything Stephen King
I have an obsession with anything chocolate and anything with cookies
My favorite cookies are snickerdoodles and sugar cookies
I don’t like dark chocolate or white chocolate that much (I’m more of a milk chocolate gal)
I like to write about different things so send in something. (I write fluff, angst, happy things, cute friend stories, and….sometimes smut. The last one I wrote was two years ago and it was so fucking bad….but yeah…)
And that’s all…..I think….there’s probably more about me but….that’s all I can think of. If you want to suggest anything or ask me something, feel free to message me.
Love you all!! Have a good night/day!! 💕
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Okay. I’m not done ranting yet. Something that particularly irks me is when people… “waifu” the female characters? Like, the fanart gives them all the same face, the same curious/innocent blush? And I don’t know. It’s weird.
*switching sides...* (im joking i just like having the name i gave myself when i was 15, cringe and not shameless)
Absolutely marbelous rant indeed and this is highly tied up to the hypersexualization that goes over the internet and a lot of social situations that happen to internet users along the years of using social media and being exposed to pornography.
I will try not to rant too much and overextend but fair warning: It will most probably happen. Sadly, this happens all the time. Its no secret that League Of Legends is one of the most searched and most profitable sources to produce porn off. Im not sure if you're referring to this or just making slightly suggestive art of random characters like Diana and giving her this innocent girl-esque type of personality that is literally not hers...? Either way both are tied to hypersexualization and the roles given to women that still prevail nowdays.
Being completely honest, this is partially Riot's fault. No secret they always sexualize their characters (Both male and female but, you know, in comparasion the women sexualization is heavier) and they dont even try to stop this. Small design opinion/concept: I think they should have done Briar very very skinny, to the point of bones marking, instead of making her a feast for people with thigh and feet fixations. Its not bad that she has this body type and it somewhat makes sense why her thighs are like that but... You know, they could have given her this very famelic and ''creepy'' (not because anorexia is creepy, but because her vampire in starve condition everyone dismisses) look, make everytime she moves around that her bones crack or rattle... more thristy, more hungry. At this point she just looks like a girl that craves for chicken nuggets. She's would be creepy not because of her body type but because of this failed experiment 'russian sleep experiment'-esque type of character.
Yet they gave her a normal look. I dont want to think that the feet were intentional, i honestly dont want to think it that way... I just prefer to think that people fixated on this because of fetish and not because Riot thought it was a marketable strategy to sell a barefoot champion...
Ever noticed that League Of Legends porn featuring male champions (In heterosexual intercourses) are often the dominant, degradating and disrespectful? Ever noticed that the least manly characters of the same gender are often ridiculized or only used in meme porn? Ever noticed how female champions no matter her personality or sexuality (Portrayed in heterosexual intercourses) are 99% of the time the submissive part, being degradated and humilliated to the point of abuse of sexual, physical and mental type? And that it apparently turns on people? Ever noticed how the POC characters both male and female are either ridiculized or extremely fetishized in racist ways? Ever noticed that characters who are confirmed lesbians are portrayed in a fetishized way for heterosexual men even having them with male sexual interaction because 'oh we are lesbians but we'd love to have ur dick in our mouth'? Ever noticed there's porn of Annie and nobody gives a flying fuck and excuses it as jokes? The Zoe never ending discussion of 'she's 10000 years old she's allowed to be pornifyed'? Ever noticed there is bestiality in this community and nobody gives a flying fuck either?
When you form yourself a community of heterosexual men that will degradate women for even enjoying the same game they do, and you extend your hand as a company to give them sexualized by base characters, and you also give this to creepy artists, wich always have demand of new artwork portraying characters this way. League fanbase doesnt respect shit. Im not saying everything has to be vanilla but how damn high is the percentage of porn can be considered abuse and non-con? Why the fuck is this so normalized.
Look, to summarize, and using Diana's example for before. Its okay if you want to (for example) headcanon Diana or make a canon divergence where she is a lolita-dressed girl that is stubborn but sweet in the end. That is completely fine. It is not okay to portray Diana in a childish, exploitative and lolicon type brat just so you can jack off.
my honest opinion: do not expose yourself to league of legends porn. I've done it, and its traumatizing to watch sometimes, at least for a person like me who is both very sensitive to a lot of topics but also very radical with own opinions. Do not watch porn in general. Its the best advice you can get out there. Im being completely honest.
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ok so i haven't posted art at all TuT I forgor
anyways so i made a font of the alphabet/language that all my OCs speak, because I felt like it and it's easier then having to draw the letters every time.
and i made a lil comic thing as soon as I was done with it cus I was excited at my silly little language that I made up during a free english language lesson circa yr10 becoming a font!! that I made obv and I can't distribute it I think but whatever. I'm fluent in it by the way I taught myself it I use it as code. I'm actually writing a smut scene in my physical notebook rn and it's all in eureyic cus I don't want ppl looking over and reading depraved skeleton fucker behaviour. is that TMI.
So i should probably say what they're saying? who they are? yea probably...
i'm only giving u direct translations for the first panel so... I'm so mysterious....
for context the merch on the left is called Luna Claw Fowler-Fields. she has like 4 last names so she just uses whatever one she's feeling,her sister does the same who is the lil one on the left in the background btw. She is the eldest (adopted) daughter of one Eryl Fields and Loretta Fowler, a ghost and a vampire, Loretta is also the one she is talking too btw. i think thats all the context.
so the first panel goes as follows :
'MAM!! HEY MAM!!!!'
'Whatever is it?'
yeah. mundane huh. anyway i like to add Welsh into the Eureyic too so some words are just welsh words in eureyic and its so normal and important and special to me. speaking of actually i have a sketch page of a
Character. that is sooo welsh he's very welsh and in the context of my OCs universe Eureyic and the country it originates (Eureya ik such a creative name) are basically just Wales. bcus i'm so cool.
I love him he's so cool his name is Annwyll Ambrose and he has a younger sister called Elwynn (the merch he's with on the bottom left) and his dad is called Ffion (guy he's hugging in the middle) and he's aroace and the kids are his lil science alchemy magic babies. A keen eye will notice that Annwyll and Ffion are (apart from being welsh asf) feminine names and Elwynn is a masculine name. there is no big reason for this. i'll be honest he's a redesign of a character i overhauled basically everything about except key traits and when i renamed him i was going all symbolic and chose Annwyll under the assumption it was gender neutral like Morgan is or something. it is not lol.
when i realised i was already attached to the name and was in the process of giving his sister a name so i was like ' y'know what? gimmick. in the Ambrose family girls are given boys names and boys are given girls names. its so silly and cool ' and thats how that is now.
Don't ask about the girl kissing Annys forehead at the bottom. i fear that if i speak anymore i'll just give u a plot synopsis.
so her name is Pho- OK i'll stop. she's actually rlly interesting. not that you'd care. her sister too. almost everyone has a sister i just realised..
#rambling#art#ocs#oc art#oc lore#kind of?#i mean you get bits and pieces...#sketches#digital art#wait this was supposed to be about the fonts#fonts???#typeface#?? is that it? i should probably link how i did that uh.#i used Calligraphr. its pretty simple.#Calligraphr
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(—) ★ spotted!! ANASTASIA CASSIDY on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 39 year old looks like EMMY ROSSUM, but i don’t really see it. while the MODEL/ACTRESS is known for being INDEPENDENT my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be BLUNT i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song ONE OF THE GUYS by ELLA LANGLEY {she/her / female} - penned by SUSHI, 27, FEMALE, SHE/HER (Jackson Blackwell Wife #2 Wanted Connection)
BASICS
Name: Anastasia Nova Cassidy
Nicknames/Alias: Ana, Annie, Stasia, Nova, SuperNova
Face Claim: Emmy Rossum
Age: 39
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Date/Place of Birth: December 22 (Capricorn) in Los Angeles, CA
Currently: Los Angeles, CA
Nationality: American
Occupation: Model/Actor
PERSONALITY
Positives/Virtues/Skills:
Independent: free from outside control; not depending on another’s authority.
Confidence: feeling or showing confidence in oneself; self-assured.
Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.
Endearing: inspiring love or affection.
Self-Aware: having conscious knowledge of one’s own character and feelings.
Flaws/Weaknesses:
Stubborn: having or showing dogged determination not to change one’s attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good arguments or reasons to do so.
Blunt: uncompromisingly forthright.
Opinionated: conceitedly assertive and dogmatic in one’s opinions.
Personality Type: ESFJ-A: Extraversion (E), Sensing (S), Feeling (F), Judgment(J)
Archetype: Caretaker: Cares for others.
Guardian: Protects the weak.
Leader: Always knows the best thing to do—and people follow.
Rebel/Revelutionary: Stands opposed to the status quo and fights for his cause.
Survivor: Pulls through no matter what happens, doesn’t give up.
Likes Favourite colour? Green
Favourite foods? Medium Rare Steak, Barbecue, Honeycrisp Apples, White Corn, Chicken Caesar Salads, Chocolate
Favourite music? Pretty versatile but really likes any type of rock music
Favorite books? Crime, True Crime, Mysteries
Fears: Not being enough; As much as Anastasia’s loves her independence one of her biggest fears is ending up alone
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents:
Tanner Cassidy (Father, Movie Director)
Melinda Cassidy (Mother, High Profile Photographer)
Siblings:
Unnamed Cassidy (Older Brother, UTP, Wanted Connection)
Unnamed Cassidy (Older Sister, UTP, Wanted Connection)
Unnamed Cassidy (Twin Brother, UTP, Wanted Connection)
Children: N/A
Other family: TBD
Spouse: N/A
Current Partner: N/A
Ex-Partners: Jackson Blackwell (Ex-Husband), TBD
Co-Workers: Julian Calvary (Before We Go Producer & Director)
Co-Stars: Athena Sinclair (MCU movies, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals), Julian Calvary (MCU movies, Before We Go), Knoxville Oakley (MCU Movies, The Vampire Diaries, Legacies)
Friends: Millie Cromwell, Athena Sinclair, Valentine Laurent
Enemies: TBD
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Build: 5'8", 128 lbs, Curvy muscular build
Hair Colour: Dark brown
Eye Colour: Green
Distinguishing Marks: She has a scar or two from when she was a child, there’s one on her knee from where she fell of the jungle gym and busted it open on the playground and one on her chin from volleyball when she busted that open
Accomplishments: 3 Emmy’s, a golden globe, an oscar, 4 teen choice awards
Regrets: Break up a marriage no matter how much she loved Jackson, she never thought she’d be that girl until she was; More TBD
Secrets: She’s been using alcohol as a coping mechanism to help her drown the stress and pressure of her career and trying to balance a personal life
HISTORY
One half of a set of twins and youngest of 4, Anastasia’s career started from birth. Her mother being one of the more popular photographers in Hollywood it was no surprise that she used her kids for models to add to her portfolio.
Being raised by a movie director and Hollywood photographer meant growing up in the limelight and surrounded by celebrities 95% of the time, something that Anastasia grew to both love and hate. While she loved it more than she hated it, growing up there were times where she wished her life was somewhat normal.
She started acting at the age of 5, mostly in commercials and a movie or show here and there.
High school brought with it a lapse in her acting career wanting to focus more on school and her teenage years with her friends than being in the spotlight, opting for theater and drama club to fill her acting needs. She continued to model through these years and also joined her high schools volleyball team.
Upon graduating high school, her modelling career really took off and now that she was of age she was able to do more photoshoots of the adult kind.
Her acting career really shot off at age 19 when she joined the One Tree Hill cast as Brooke Davis. Ever since then Anastasia has filled her time with various projects both in modeling and acting.
Her divorce isn’t something she talks about, having signed a contract and really not wanting to swell on it for longer than she needed to.
At 38, the questions of when she planned on settling down again and potentially starting a family began to rise and with it that sense of loneliness and pressure, comments on how her biological clock was running out and she wasn’t getting any older fueling a spiral that she wasn’t sure could control on top of her full fledged acting and modeling career.
Alcohol has been her biggest coping mechanism, most of her days finishing with a bottle of whiskey or a party with a free bar or even a night at the club with friends. Anything to push the stress and pressure away and find even a semblance of happiness even if for just a night.
More to come as I plot
RESUME
Movie Career:
2005- The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, Susan Pevensie age: 21
2008- The Chronicle of Narnia; Prince Caspian, role: Susan Pevensie, age: 24
2010- The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of The Dawn Treader, role: Susan Pevensie, age: 26
2012-Spring Breakers role: Candy, age: 28
2014- before we go, role: brooke, age: 30
2015- movie: Avengers: Age of Ultron, role: Wanda Maximoff age: 31
2016 - movie: Captain America: Civil War role: Wanda Maximoff, age: 32
2018- movie: Avengers: Infinity War, role: Wanda Maximoff, age: 34
2019-movie: Avengers: Endgame, role: Wanda Maximoff, age: 35
2019- movie: A Sweet Christmas Romance, role: Holly, age: 35
2022- movie: Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, role: Wanda Maximoff, age: 38
2022- movie: The 355, role: Maze, age: 38
Television Career:
1989-1991; various commercials, age: 5-7
1992-1997; various children’s shows (including a short time on barney)
2003-2012; one tree hill, role: brooke davis age: 19-28
2011-2014; the vampire diaries, role: rebekah mikaelson age: 27-29
2013-2018; the originals, role: role: rebekah mikaelson age: 29-34
2019-2020; seal team, role: rebecca bowen, age: 35-36
2021; wandavision, role: wanda maximoff, age: 37
2021-2022; legacies role: rebekah mikaelson age: 37-38
2022; grey’s anatomy, role: dr. jules millin, age: 38
Modeling Career:
Wanted Connections
acquaintances
co-workers: Obvious connection; people she’s modeled with on several occasions or even acted with, could also be producers and directors that she’s worked with Julian Calvary (Before We Go Producer & Director) Athena Sinclair (MCU movies, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals), Julian Calvary (MCU movies, Before We Go), Knoxville Oakley (MCU Movies, The Vampire Diaries, Legacies)
childhood : this could be anybody that may have known her parents or people she attended school with.
friends
ride or die / bromance / best friend : this would be someone that’s been there through just about everything including her divorce from Jackson Blackwell
squad : Just a group of friends that get along and enjoy each other’s company more than anyone else’s. They don’t have to work in the same industry either. Millie Cromwell, Athena Sinclair, Valentine Laurent (Blackwell Ex-wives Club)
childhood friends : this would be one or two muses that grew up alongside Ana and her twin brother. Their father was a movie director and their mother a high profile photographer so could’ve been the kid of a celebrity that their parents worked with on more than one occasion and jsut hit it off with Ana
friends that drifted apart : these muses were really close but after her divorce she kind of pulled away from everybody
romance
exes : her divorce has created some major commitment issues so whenever things start to feel like they’re starting to get to serious she breaks it off
right person, wrong time : self-explanatory; we can plot the details out but it’s someone she truly loved but the timing was never really right
one night stand (s) : this is pretty self-explanatory
friends with benefits : someone she gets along with really well and has that attraction to; it’s really, honestly just sex for them. A way to bide time and relieve stress and frustrations.
fling : self-explanatory
ex-husband : Jackson Blackwell
enemies
frenemies : someone she is friends with but also sometimes hates
straight out enemies : they never got along. from pretty much the second they met there was clashing
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so i kinda disappeared for 5 months lol anyways i’m back!!
This Ain’t Red Wine by LetTheMusicMoveYou / 9054 words
Human Louis accidentally finds himself at a Vampire only party which actually turns out to maybe not be the worst thing.
Shut Up and Wink at Me by @flamboyantommo / 14163 words
Louis wants to go away to college to get away from everything having to do with his hometown. So when he finds out his roommate will be Harry Styles, perfect school athlete and the exact opposite of what Louis wants in a roommate, he's not happy about it.
save me, call me baby by @eeveelou / 14318 words
Louis didn't plan for him and his husband to be pregnant at the same time. Somehow, it works out.
Ready to Love (I've Been Guarded Long Enough) by juliedreamer / 15251 words
Louis Tomlinson might not hate his childhood nemesis as much as he convinced himself he did.
the way the storms blow by rbbsbb / 21649 words
Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.
That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.
Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.
Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.
might we be stardust stories by ryanreynolds / 25212 words
In which werewolves and vampires have been fighting each other for a century, and Harry and Louis' marriage is what's gonna bring peace to the realm. Hopefully.
robbers and cowards by @adoredontour / 32337 words
A modern day robin hood au where louis and harry (don’t really) hate each other but they hate greedy billionaires more
the sound of shooting stars by @hazaesthetic / 33262 words
Sleepless in Seattle AU where Harry is Sam, Louis is Annie, and the universe has a twisted sense of humor. Guest starring: fate, magic, destiny, and one little girl who unknowingly changes everything.
Love will tear us apart by @wifeylouis / 33632 words
Soulmates au. Except they're not eachother's soulmates.
eyes off you by @soldouthaz / 39396 words
Charlie’s angels inspired fic where louis is the brains, harry is the charm, liam is the muscle, and niall drives the getaway car - and zayn is there, too. sometimes.
my heart, in deadly rhythm / 42000 words
Spies!AU in which Liam is the Wade to Louis' Kim Possible, Zayn seduces people for intel, Niall is an expert at blowing things up, and Harry is more than a bit famous in his particular field... or infamous, actually. And Louis? Well, Louis just wishes people would quit trying so bloody hard to kill him all the time.
give my love a four letter name by @levelofcharm / 46627 words
Louis hates Harry because he's a demon. Harry hates Louis because Louis hates him. Things change.
teenage dreams in a teenage circus / 50630 words
The three of them have always been a unit, seamlessly pulling pranks to get revenge and keep life interesting. The last few months of sixth form bring about a lot of changes, however. Gemma refuses to let anything stop her from getting into her top-pick uni, Perrie second-guesses what makes her special, and Louis breaks the most common of friend codes: he falls for his best mate's little brother. A coming-of-age tale rife with sneaking around, late-night vandalism, first times, successes, and jealousy.
And down the long and silent street by whimsicule / 86090 words
Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.
Pledge to the Wretched by @afterglowslouis / 95946 words
In the process of solving a murder, Louis falls in love with the man responsible.
fearless by @suspendrs / 97325 words
Harry left home without a word after high school, and a lot can change in ten years.
september
#fic rec#fic recs#fic rec list#larry fic rec#january fic recs#january recs#january 2022#larry#larry stylinson#28th appreciation
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Gather around, friends, because we are BLESSED this month! We are experiencing BOUNTY.
In fact, there are so many new things to tell y’all about this month that I actually can’t fit all the covers in Tumblr’s 10-only grid, so be prepared for some inline fun, too. After much consideration, I’m splitting everything roughly into groups of similar works. Here we go with the novels!
The Angel’s Kiss by Germaine Mooney is a retelling of the original story by an author who has published multiple Phantom tales, heavy on the sex scenes and apparently influenced by the Lloyd Webber show (or so Christine working at the opera but as a ballerina instead of a singer would suggest). It also has by far the best cover in this post.
Entr’acte by Cheryl Mahoney is borderline nonfiction; instead of being a stand-alone volume, it’s a collection of essays, deleted scenes, and trivia related to Mahoney’s Guardian of the Opera series.
A Ghostly Sonata by Annie James starts with a devastating fire at the Gaston LeRoux Theater that caused the death of “Erika”, a young musical prodigy and continues through the attempts of new owners to use the place in spite of a haunting a decade later and the gender-flipped fun of lead actor Christian being kidnapped by a masked figure in the middle of his performance...
Halloween Knights: The Ending of Your World by Matthew Le Star is an ensemble story that calls itself “an urban fantasy epic about a spectacular rock band, the magic they make, and the miracles they perform,” and appears to be some sort of superhero team-up between different classic monsters, with the Phantom, who has recently become disfigured through being mugged while busking, as one of the lead characters.
Love & Music by Patricia Ryan is a contemporary romance with a budding opera singer who falls in love with another singer, but is torn between him and her brooding, demanding vocal teacher, who does not approve of anything that might prevent her from becoming the next international superstar.
The Magnum Opera by M. Kienan Briscoe is a weird one; the main character joins a small artist’s commune dedicated to creating horrifying, brain-breaking art in an attempt to “evolve” humanity forward, and includes references to tons of classic literature in addition to Phantom. (The lead’s last name, for example, is Moriarty, although only a reading will tell us if this is relevant.)
The Phantom by Tamara Zeegers is a direct continuation of Zeegers’ first Phantom book, and it’s still maintaining all the absolute bananaballs of that novel: a Phantom who is a vampire and like seven millennia old, Babylonian gods who may or may not actually be divine, the Phantom going to the ALW musical in-text to angst about its portrayal of his life, and of course a Christine who keeps getting reincarnated so he can be weird about her.
Pierrot & Colombina by Ana Claudia Antunes isn’t her first Phantom-related work, or the first one to also use elements from the traditional Harlequin & Colombine archetypes, but it IS the first one in which the lead is being haunted by a Phantom but it’s a cranky little girl who used to be a ballerina, and also the first one with a serial killer boyfriend, so... evolution, I guess.
When Hushed Voices Die by Lisa R. Cheng is a modern-day take on the story featuring a young pianist who when she plays a certain instrument hears the ghostly voice that coaches her on to greatness and who she begins to love and trust in spite of never having seen him in person. It looks like this might be a Phantom who is also actually a phantom.
Now, you might be thinking, “Wow! That’s so many new novels!” But that thought is premature, because HERE COME SOME MORE:
(Yes, those ARE the same stock photo ballerina legs on two different covers this week. Publishing is hilarious.)
The Cursed Ballet by Megan Atwood is the story of a ballerina at conservatory who, when cast in the supposedly “cursed” show, is suddenly visited by a mysterious boy who mentors her to reach greater artistic heights... but who also struggles with mysterious near-death experiences as soon as he does.
Eternal Obsession by Ann Lory is another return to one of our collective favorite subgenres: the Sexy Vampire Phantom. In this case, the ballerina main character has been abandoned by the vampire who trained her, but fate is drawing them back together, or something. There’s mentorship.
Love in the Spotlight by Cait Wrexham is ALSO about a ballerina performing the same “cursed” show (sorry, Giselle, you’re as doomed as Macbeth) in a haunted theater that also happens to be coincidentally called the Majestic. Also a hot dude is there!
The Music & the Mirror by Lola Keeley is a rare WLW romance take on the story with a fresh-faced young rising star ballerina, her stern but irresistibly sexy mentor and former prima ballerina herself, and of course lots of smoldering. Bets now on whether this is actually a Christine/Phantom situation or more of a Meg/Phantom or Christine/Giry one!
Pier Lights by Ella M. Kaye is a contemporary romance starring a ballerina who has given up her dream after an injury and a facially scarred bouncer who runs into her on a beach, as you can plainly see from the cover.
Waiting for Silverbird by Conny Manero is an interesting approach to the story in which the Christine character appears to have accidentally caused the accident that disfigured the Phantom when she was a child. Twice. Somehow she still needs other characters to tell her “uh, maybe don’t put that guy in charge of your entire life?”
But wait, there’s more! It’s also the season of short stories, apparently:
The Ballet of Dr. Caligari and Madder Mysteries by Reggie Oliver is a thirteen-story anthology with a title story that I’m sure those familiar with some classic horror film will recognize. The Caligari here is a choreographer obsessed with his former love, a prima ballerina who has been catastrophically injured, and an innocent composer is caught in the middle.
The Guardian of the Opera: Collected Pieces by Cheryl Mahoney is an omnibus edition of previously-released works by Mahoney (Entr’acte, Overture, and The Confessions of Christine Daae), so if you’re a person who likes to have all their series fiction in the same place, this is the option for you!
Infamous Monsters by Don Solosan is a collection of short stories, each featuring a different classic movie monster. Bafflingly, no preview or description anywhere on the internet will give me story titles, but I know the Phantom is the monster du jour in at least one of them from the author’s Lulu tags, so... Chaney’s probably in there, somewhere. Brooding.
The Macabre Collection by David Haynes is a collection of a bunch of horror shorts, several of which have Phantom themes regarding haunted performances, ballet dancers, and general skeletal nonsense.
Night Terrors Vol. 11 from Scare Street is one of a long series of horror anthologies; each has its own theme and this one’s is “the music of the night”, so you can see where that’s going...
Plot Twists is a multi-author anthology where every piece is inspired by a piece of classical literature... so of course, we’ve got a Phantom entry! “Ghosts on the Page” is by Cheryl Mahoney (yes, the same one who appears twice on this list already) and is explicitly based on Phantom.
And if that’s not enough juiciness for you, may I present the foreign language acquisitions for this month as well?:
Bloody Shoes by Ana Claudia Antunes is Antunes’ attempt at a movie screenplay (based on her previous novel, The Pierrot’s Love) and is presented in both English and Spanish. No preview on this one, y’all, but you can always look at the novel it’s based on!
Le Foyer de Thémis by Cassandre Cain is doing a lot of zany things, a tasting menu of which includes squatting in the Opera Garnier that is NOT performed by the traditional Phantom, mysterious wasting illnesses, and a woman who is the “genetic heir of the Freemasons”. Also choreography? I don’t know but whatever’s happening, we should probably find out.
Oper der Phantome by V.K. Ludewig is here to prevent you from thinking that the Babylonian gods and Freemasonry afoot are the weirdest things on offer here. Instead, try a woman married to a shapeshifter and contacted by a secret organization to go investigate the Berlin opera house, which is apparently a portal to another dimension, which is why certain shenaniganators are so hard to catch...
Das Phantom im Opernhaus by Jan Beinssen is a murder mystery set at an opera house, in which our hapless protagonist is TRYING to propose to his girlfriend but instead is forced to navigate crewmembers being murdered, weird things going missing or breaking all over the opera house, and of course the rampant rumors of a resident ghost.
Reflet Dansant by Justine Luton is a weird and creepy story in which a performer awakens in a theater balcony with no idea how she got there and only a very frightening, otherworldly performance to watch and give her clues.
Serghey by Matthieu Biasotto is a modern-day take on the story featuring a scarred virtuoso pianist who hates everyone, except, of course, the sincere and beautiful young woman who runs into him and decides to Heal His Inner Wounds.
WHEW. I need to go lie down before I start loading all of this into the Library!
#phantom of the opera#the phantom library#new phantom releases#there are too many authors to tag y'all but i'll get the serial offenders#ana claudia antunes#cheryl mahoney#germaine mooney#tamara zeegers
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Annie || Part One
masterlist | PART TWO
pairing - stefan salvatore x fem!reader
type - angst, fluff
note / request - “could you write a stefan salvatore angst where vamp!stefan has a baby girl with the human!reader, and one day she finds him kissing elena even tho elena forcefully tried to kiss him, but the reader doesn't know that and so she leaves with their daughter. 5 to 6 yrs later Stefan finds her again in nyc and tries to make things right? so it could be like super angsty in the beginning and the middle and then fluff in the end” alright so obviously vampires can procreate lol, ik you have to go to like 5000 yrs for med school but in this imagine you dont, ALSO if you’re born a vampire you won't stop growing until you’re 18, and you are aged up to 25. enjoy!
summary - stefan searches for his wife and daughter, trying to reconcile their relationship
warnings / includes - language, fighting, crying
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*gif isn’t mine* (HIS BICEP BYE)
Your life was perfect. You had the perfect husband, perfect friends, perfect house, perfect job, and a perfect, little 2 year old girl.
Your husband was the infamous Salvatore vampire, Stefan. Your best friends were Caroline Forbes and Bonnie Bennet. Your house was cozy and cute, a perfect fit for you and you little family. You worked as a surgeon for Mystic Falls Hospital, and your little 2 year old was named Annie Salvatore. She was the light of your life, other than your husband, of course.
You went around the kitchen table, wiping it down. Today was cleaning day for you and the family. You were in charge of the kitchen, Annie was in charge of her play room, and Stefan was in charge of the living room. You two decided to tackle the upstairs together when you were finished with the downstairs.
“Mommy, mommy!” Annie exclaimed, running into the kitchen.
“What, baby?” You asked, putting the wet towel in the sink.
“Daddy is kissing Elena!” Annie said.
You furrowed your brows, smiling a little. “What? Honey, I think you’re hallucinating. Daddy is cleaning the living room.”
Annie shook her head, frowning. “No, they’re in the living room kissing like you and Daddy do.”
“I…” you trailed off, speechless. You decided to see what Annie meant, sure that she was just making things up.
You took her hand, going in to the living room. Your jaw went slack as you saw your husband indeed kissing Elena Gilbert.
“Annie, go to your room, okay?” You ordered.
Annie nodded and ran off, leaving you confused and angry.
“What the fuck!” You exclaimed.
Stefan pushed Elena away, his eyes wide and full of guilt. “Y/n, i-it’s not what you think!”
“Wh… Why?” You asked, feeling your eyes water and the bridge of you nose burn.
Elena smirked. “Guess he got bored of you.”
You looked to her, scoffing as hot tears began to run down your face. “Why are you here? H-How did you even get in here?”
“I came in through the window that was open in your guys’s bedroom. You guys should really close it,” Elena smiled.
“I…. Why are you here?” You asked.
“Well, I just missed Stefan, especially since after you stole him away from me 4 years ago,” Elena glared at you.
“What the hell? You chose Damon. You left Stefan and chose Damon. Who by the way, I’m sure will be so happy to hear his wife cheating on him with his brother!”
Elena rolled her eyes. “Please, we’re both cheating on each other left and right. It won’t matter.”
You shook your head, not believing your ears. You turned to Stefan, seeing him looking at you with tears of his own in his eyes.
“You. Why are you crying?” You asked.
“Because, this wasn’t what it looked like. I-”
You shook your head, cutting him off. “I-Is this why you are getting more d-distant from me? From Annie? Making up excuses to go and “h-hang out” with Jeremy and Damon?”
Maybe life wasn’t as perfect as you made it seem.
Stefan shook his head. “No, no. I really do hang out with them. I’m telling you, I didn’t do this.”
“Oh, yeah?” You laughed sourly. “Then what did happen? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I saw you kissing Elena, your hands all over her.”
“She-”
“No,” you said. “I… I change my mind. I don’t want to know.”
Stefan moved close to you, but you walked back, not wanting to be near him.
“Y/n, please. Let me explain,” Stefan pleaded.
You shook your head. “No. I don’t need it.”
You then left to go upstairs to your bedroom, finding two suitcases. You put them on the bed, starting to stuff clothes and your toiletries. You took a few cherished picture of you and your friends and Annie when she was a baby, leaving the ones with Stefan.
“Y/n, wait. Wha-What are you doing?” Stefan asked, seeing you pack in the doorway.
“Going,” you answered shortly. You zipped up the suitcase, getting another small one out for Annie and putting it on her bed in her room.
“Where? Why? We can work this out, Y/n. Please, let me explain,” Stefan said, coming over to you. He put his hand on the small of you back lightly, but you swatted his arm away.
“Don’t touch me,” you sneered through a clenched jaw and tears.
Stefan moved back from you, tears burning in his eyes. “Then at least tell me where you’re going?”
“I don’t know. Maybe my sister’s,” you said.
“B-But that’s all the way in New York,” Stefan said.
“I know,” you said, going out of the bedroom to find Annie. You found her playing with her Barbie dolls.
“Hey, Annie, Mommy and you are taking a trip,” you said, crouching down.
“Where!” Annie exclaimed.
“To Auntie Penny’s house,” you answered.
“Mommy, why are you and Daddy crying?” Annie asked. pointing to Stefan who was standing in the doorway.
“Um… we’re going to take a break from being together,” you said.
“Why?” Annie asked.
You looked into her eyes, smiling sadly. “Because, it’s what we need. Daddy and I have been in a little trouble, not anything super bad, but it can affect you in a bad way when you're older, so you and me are leaving.”
Annie looked to Stefan, running over and hugging his legs. “I love you, Daddy.”
Stefan picked her up, hugging his daughter tightly. “I love you, baby.” While he said this, he looked to you, hoping you would change your mind, but you didn’t.
Stefan sighed, setting Annie down. “Go and get packed, alright? I have to speak with mommy.”
Annie nodded, running to her room. Stefan then walked up to you, anger in his eyes.
“You can’t just take her,” Stefan protested.
“Yes, I can. You are the one who decided to cheat. We made vows when we got married, and you broke them,” you argued.
“If you’d just let me explain, then you would understand!” Stefan exclaimed.
“No, I wouldn’t! I saw what I saw and whatever reasoning you have, won’t fix it,” you said, shoving past him.
Stefan grabbed your arm, pulling you back to face him. “Y/n, why won’t you listen to me? You know that I would never hurt you intentionally.”
“I’m just done competing with Elena,” you said, looking into his green eyes. “We’ve been at this for 5 years, and she won today. I’m done.”
“You’re just gonna give up then?” Stefan asked. You saw his eyes turning red and small veins start to circulate under his eyes.
“Yeah. I am,” you spat and move out of his grip, going over to Annie’s bedroom.
You put a smile on your face. “Hey, honey, you ready?”
“Yeah!” Annie said, zipping up her suitcase. In her hand, she held the stuffed elephant Stefan had picked out when you found out you were pregnant with her.
You smiled, “Great. Let’s go, okay?”
Annie nodded, turning to Stefan. “I’ll see you soon, Daddy!”
Stefan smiled sadly. “Yeah. See you soon.”
You went to load up your suitcases in your car, strapping Annie into her carseat. You didn’t bother saying goodbye to Stefan, knowing that if you did, you’d probably end up kissing him and sleeping with him.
You left the house, making your way to your sister’s apartment to start a new life.
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6 years later and you and Annie were living in an apartment in New York. Annie was an 8 year old vampire (secretly), and in elementary school, and you were a single-mother surgeon who happened to be very successful.
Life was quiet and nice. It was just the two of you most times. You weren’t dating anyone. You actually hadn’t been dating at all since you moved. Sure, you went on a few dates, but no one really stuck. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed Stefan. And the fact that your ring was in your dresser and the fact that you two were still legally married didn’t help. But you knew that leaving was the right thing. You had been competing with Elena since you had met Stefan. Even though she chose Damon, she still wanted him, and when you saw them kissing, something in you broke. A little part of you, deep down inside where you suppressed most things, wished you would have stayed. You wished you would have listened to what he had to say. You knew Annie wished that, too. As she got older, she was able to put the pieces together on why you actually left. She resented you a little bit for not listening to Stefan, but you two never talked about it.
Back in Virginia, Stefan was miserable. He basically went on a ripper binge after you left. Tore through every little town, going all the way from Virginia to Florida. His best friend Lexi got him through the hard times, though. Reminding him that someday, you two would cross paths again and be together. She truly believed you were soulmates, and she never let Stefan forget that.
So one day while working out to battle the blood cravings, Stefan had decided to drive up to New York to try and find you. He knew that if he wanted to work it out with you, he would have to go up himself and try, not let fate decide and take forever. Plus, you were human, you didn’t have forever like he did. So, he told Lexi his plan and of course, she thought it was great, and invited herself to the little road trip Stefan was going on.
They arrived in New York six hours after driving.
“God, my legs are so stiff,” Lexi groaned as she she stepped out of the car.
“I told you we couldn’t just used our vamp speed to get here,” Stefan chuckled.
“Well, then my legs would get tired. Just ‘cause I’m a vampire, doesn’t mean I don’t experience fatigue,” Lexi said, stretching out on the parking lot ground.
“Ah, true,” Stefan chuckled.
He looked around the city, thinking of you.
“You thinking’ about her?” Lexi asked.
Stefan nodded wordlessly. Lexi smiled and came up to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.
“She will take you back. Y/n is a smart girl. She was just hurt after seeing you and Elena and when people are hurt, they can get impulsive,” Lexi said.
“I know. I just hope she’ll want to talk to me now,” he sighed.
“He will. I have no doubt,” Lexi smiled.
Stefan looked to her and smiled. “Thanks, Lex.”
“No problem! Alright, do you want to go now or tomorrow morning?” Lexi asked.
“We can go tomorrow. We need to find where she lives first,” Stefan said.
“Alright,” Lexi nodded. “Does she still work as a surgeon?”
Stefan nodded. “Probably. Let's go and sneak into the hospital.”
Lexi jumped up excitedly. “This is gonna be so fun! We haven't broken into a place since 1995!”
Stefan chuckled, “We aren’t breaking in. We’re just gonna see if Y/n is in the system.”
“Right, right. Well, let’s go and break in!” Lexi exclaimed, running to the nearest hospital.
“Not gonna break in!” Stefan stated, following her.
They went to the hospital, sneaking into one of the open windows.
“So happy it’s nighttime,” Lexi smiled.
“Me, too,” Stefan said.
Lexi and him snuck around the halls, spotting a nurse at her computer. Lexi came up to her and compelled her to come back in 15 minutes. Stefan went to sit down in the chair, looking you up in the databases.
“She lives 15 minutes away from here,” Stefan said.
“Perfect! Writes her address down, we’ll go in the morning,” Lexi said.
Stefan nodded, grabbing a sticky note and jotting your dress down. They then left to go back to their hotel, waiting until the morning. Stefan and Lexi woke up at 5, knowing that you probably had to be at work at 6. They drove to your apartment, Stefan looked at your front door anxiously. Lexi sensed his nervousness and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“You’ll do great, Stef,” Lexi said.
“What if she shuts the door in my face?” Stefan frowned.
“If she does, then I’ll bust down her door and hold her hostage until she agrees to talk to you,” Lexi smirked.
Stefan chuckled, “No, please. Don’t do that.”
Lexi grinned, “No promises! Now, go up there and show her what you’re made of!”
Stefan sighed and rubbed his hands on his jeans, nodding. “Alright.” He then got out of the car. He picked up the flowers that he had stole on the way there and made his way up to the door. He knocked on it quickly, running a hand through his hair.
“One moment!” He heard you call out from inside.
The sound of your voice made his heart flutter. He hadn’t heard it in 6 years.
The door opened shortly after, revealing you to be eating a banana in your scrubs. Stefan stared at you in amazement. You hadn’t aged a day since he last saw you. He looked immediately to your left hand and his mood dampened as didn’t see your wedding ring. He didn’t let that get his hopes down too much, though.
“Hi, sorry I-” You stopped speaking as you realised it was Stefan.
“Oh, hi,” you said, shifting your weight onto your left side. You eyes roamed his face, seeing a warm, friendly smile on his face.
“Hey,” Stefan smiled softly. He held out the bouquet. “These are for you.”
You couldn’t help but smile, taking the flowers. “Thank you. Um, what are you doing here?”
“I.. I wanted to find you and now that I have, I wanted to talk to you. Maybe take you out to lunch or dinner?” Stefan asked.
You sighed and shook your head. “I… I’m busy. I have work and-”
“Mom! Have you seen my science textbook? I can’t find it- woah. Dad?”
You and Stefan looked to see Annie standing behind you, eyes wide and mouth agape.
“Annie?” Stefan asked, also in disbelief.
Annie’s lips upturned into a smile. She ran past you and to her father.
“Dad! You’re here!” She exclaimed, hugging his waist tightly.
Stefan hugged her back. “Hey, sweetie. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too, Dad.” Annie then looked up to you. “Why didn’t you tell me Dad was coming?”
“Cause I didn’t know,” you answered.
“Oh. Well, what’re you doing here?” Annie asked Stefan.
“I’ve come to see if your mother wants to talk and work things out. Maybe take her out to lunch. Or dinner,” Stefan said, looking at you.
Annie jumped up excitedly. “Did you say yes, Mom?”
“No,” you said.
Annie glared at you. “Please?”
“Annie, no. I’m busy,” you argued.
Annie turned her whole body towards you. “Why can’t you just forgive him? He never liked Elena! ARGH!” She then stormed off and went back to her room.
You sighed, putting your hand on your forehead. “God, Stef, see what you did?”
“Y/n, please. I promise you won’t regret it. Do it for Annie,” Stefan begged.
You looked into his forrest green eyes, letting yourself getting lost in them. “I… fine,” you said helplessly.
Stefan grinned, “Great! Dinner or lunch?”
“Um, dinner,” you said, looking away.
“Cool. I’ll pick you up at 7. You won’t regret it. I promise,” Stefan said.
You nodded. “Alright. It was um… it was nice seeing you again.”
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“I am so glad you said yes, Mom. You won’t regret it,” Annie grinned. She tied the back of your dress up.
“I hope so,” you muttered. You got up from your chair, going over to your full-body mirror to see how you looked.
You had decided to wear a velvet, maroon-coloured dress. It had a plunging neckline and long-sleeves. You had black, closed-toed heels on and a black purse to match. Your had worn a light, smokey-eye and a red lip to match. You had silver dangling earrings and a silver necklace on.
“You look so beautiful, Mom,” Annie complimented genuinely.
“You think so?” You smiled at your daughter.
“Yep,” she nodded.
“Thank you,” you breathed out. You walked to your dresser to grab a few bracelets and spotted your wedding ring in the drawer. Annie noticed what her mother was staring and walked up to it.
“Wear it,” Annie said.
“Nah,” you shook your head, beginning to close to drawer, but Annie stopped you.
“Please? You can just wear it on your middle finger or something,” Annie pleaded.
You looked into her green eyes, the same ones her father had. You sighed in defeat, knowing that it would disappoint Annie if you said no.
“Alright,” you said, taking out the ring and putting it on your ring finger on your right hand.
“Yay! Wow, it’s so pretty,” Annie took her mother’s hand and admired the ring.
“Yep. Your dad knew how to pick jewellery,” you chuckled, reminiscing memories between you and Stefan.
Your doorbell rang suddenly, making you jump.
“C’mon, he’s here!” Annie exclaimed.
You nodded and walked to the front door, opening it to reveal Stefan. You were taken aback as you saw him wearing a simple tuxedo, looking like the most handsome man on earth. Stefan’s breath was taken away as well once he saw you.
“Wow you look… wow,” Stefan breathed out, his eyes roaming all over your body. He noticed the ring on your finger. Even though it wasn’t on the correct hand, it gave him hope.
You blushed at his gaze, looking down. “Thank you. You look really good, too.”
Stefan smiled and noticed Annie standing behind you.
“Hey, Annie,” he said.
“Hey, Dad!” Annie smiled.
Stefan turned back to you. “Ready to go?”
Y/n nodded and turned to Annie. “Penny will be here in 5 minutes. Do not cause any trouble. Call me if you need anything.”
Annie nodded, rolling her eyes. You stepped out of your apartment, closing and locking the door. Stefan walked you to his car, opening your door.
“Thank you,” you said.
“You’re welcome,” Stefan shot you a dazzling smile.
Stefan drove you two to an Italian restaurant that looked vacant.
“Did you take me here to kill me,” you joked.
“No, actually, I took you here to make you dinner,” Stefan explained.
“Wow, cooking for me on the first date? Seems familiar,” you teased, referencing to your first date. Stefan had taken you to his home and cooked you the most delicious dinner you ever had.
Stefan grinned. “You loved my cooking, don’t deny.”
“You’re right. I did,” you chuckled.
You two made eye contact as you got out of the car. You found yourself remembering how easy it was to talk to him. How well you two clicked, even after not talking to each other for 6 years. But your relationship had always been that way. You always had that spark with each other.
Stefan walked you into the restaurant, turning on the lights. The whole place lit up, revealing chandeliers and fancy booths.
“Wow, nice choice,” you said, looking around. “How did you get it empty?”
“I had to compel people to leave,” Stefan answered.
You frowned, “Stefan! You didn’t have to do that. You could’ve just taken me to the place you were staying at.”
“Lexi and I are staying at a dingy hotel. This is so much better,” Stefan said.
“Lexi’s here?” You asked.
“Yeah, she wanted to come,” Stefan explained. “Hm. Maybe we can all hang out later,” you suggested.
“Yeah. maybe,” Stefan smiled.
He walked you to the kitchen, grabbing you a stool to sit on.
“Hm, so romantic,” you joked.
Stefan smiled, “It’ll get better. I promise.”
You hummed and set your purse down on the counter, making yourself comfortable on the stool. Stefan came over with a bottle of wine, pouring you a glass. You took the glass, taking a big sip.
“Long day?” Stefan asked, getting out food from the fridge.
“Yep. Sometimes I wish I didn’t become a surgeon,” you sighed.
“Well, you’re really good at your job. You get to save lives,” Stefan said.
“Hm, true. So, what are you doing these days?” You asked.
“Nothing really,” Stefan said honestly.
“I bet being a vampire is nice. You don’t have to work,” you said.
“It gets boring,” Stefan shrugged.
“Are you um.. seeing anyone?” You asked. You would be lying if you said the idea of him seeing another women hadn’t crossed your mind a few times during the day. It made you a little jealous, honestly.
“No, you?” Stefan answered. “Nope. I am a single pringle,” you laughed.
“A gorgeous girl like you is single? I high doubt that,” Stefan complimented.
You looked down shyly. “Well, no one has really been right for me, you know?”
“It’s like you’re searching for your missing piece, right?” Stefan said, basically speaking your thoughts.
“Yeah, basically,” you nodded. “Well, how are you single? You’re a chick magnet?”
“Excuse me if I'm being forward, but there’s only one chick I want,” Stefan smirked a little, looking you right in the eyes.
You felt your whole face heat up, goosebumps rising on your skin. “Well, I’m sure she wants you, too. In some capacity,” you muttered, hinting at your true feelings that were deep down inside of you.
Stefan smiled widely. “Good to know.”
A comfortable silence fell over you two as you watched Stefan make your dinner. You sighed contently, enjoying the view of Stefan’s biceps flexing as he chopped up carrots. You couldn’t deny, a big part of you was still in love with him, but you didn’t know if you could let that side of you out again only to maybe get hurt again.
“How is Annie?” Stefan asked.
“She’s good. She’s in elementary school, lots of friends,” you said.
“Good. That’s good,” Stefan smiled.
“Yeah. I um, one of the things I regret the most is not reaching out to you, for Annie’s sake of course. I’m sorry. She misses you and I know you miss her,” you apologised, looking down at your wine glass.
Stefan smiled softly. “Well, if all goes well tonight, maybe I can see her and you more often.”
You looked up and smiled. “Yeah, we’d like that. So, what are you making?”
“Chicken and mushroom ravioli with tomato sauce, rolls, and salad. I also pre-made cannolis for desert,” Stefan answered.
“Oh, my favourites!” You grinned. “You know me so well.”
“That I do,” Stefan smiled.
You two talked about each other’s life in the past few years for the rest of the time. An hour later, dinner was finally ready. Stefan had seated you in a low-lit, comfortable booth in the corner as he brought out your food. He refilled your wine glass, sitting down next to you.
“This smells delicious,” you said.
“Dig in,” Stefan smiled.
You took a bite of the ravioli, moaning at how good it tastes. “Ugh, I have missed this. I don’t know how I’ve survived these past 6 years without your cooking.”
Stefan chuckled. “I’ll send you monthly food packages. How about that?”
Your eyes widened in excitement. “That would be awesome! You could also just come and visit.”
“Really?” Stefan asked, hoping you meant what you said.
“Yeah, why not,” you shrugged.
“Cool,” Stefan smiled.
You two ate and talked for a while, finishing your meal in two hours. You looked at your phone, seeing that it was already 10. You knew you needed to go home and get to bed since you worked again tomorrow.
“I should go,” you said.
Stefan nodded. “Alright. Let’s go.”
He walked you back to the car, driving you home. Stefan walked you up to your door.
“I had a great time. Thank you for making me dinner,” you said.
“It was my pleasure.”
You looked at him, noticing him looking like he wanted to say something. You waited a few moments before realising he wasn’t going to speak up.
“Ask Lexi if she wants to hang out and give me a call, okay?” You asked.
Stefan smiled and nodded. You put your hand on the door, turning the knob, but Stefan stopped you.
“Wait um, Y/n.”
You turned around. “Yeah?”
“I… I know we haven’t seen or talked to each other in 6 years besides today, but I was wondering if we could try again. I want to try again,” Stefan said, slipping his hand in yours. “I know we left things on bad terms, but I promise that I don’t love Elena or even like her. I cut her out of my life. I only love you. Try again with me and let me show you that.”
Butterflies swamped in your stomach from his words and touch. You looked into his eyes, seeing the desperation in them. You knew that you couldn’t push away your feelings for him. You knew in your heart that he didn’t like Elena and that it was wrong for you not to let him explain all those years ago. So, you decided to agree to work things out. You were still so in love with him after all.
“I’d love to try again,” you smiled.
Stefan smiled with you. “Great. You won’t regret it.”
“I know I won’t. Hey, do you want to come inside and spend time with Annie?” You suggested.
“Yeah, I’d love to,” Stefan smiled.
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