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Five times when Sebastian's overzealous protectiveness clouds his better judgement, and then the one time when it actually saves his master.
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Erwin has pined after his unapproachable Captain and most trusted right-hand man for years now, but never actually dared to make a move because Levi has always appeared closed-off to the topic of love and affection. But with the addition of titan-shifter Eren Jaeger to Levi’s special operation’s squad, things are about to change as Eren is determined to earn a place in Levi’s heart, no matter what it takes.
Jealously watching this progress from the sidelines, Erwin is beginning to wonder if Levi’s disinterest towards love is actually as genuine as he has always believed. And if not, does he still have chance to win his love or will Eren be the lucky one? -
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Orochimaru is someone who doesn't see the point of wasting his time on the concept of love and affection, especially when ambition, knowledge and power is much more interesting, and yet, the number of people who have tried to seek out his company and gain entrance to his cold unsentimental heart is surprisingly high.
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Lusting after Levi is easily done, but actually getting anywhere with him...is not.
So why do so many people still make the attempt to try it?Series
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Ciel, Sebastian and the servants are hiding in one of Lau’s establishments while trying to figure out their next move against Undertaker and Ciel’s twin brother.
To earn their keep they work for food and shelter, but as expected, Ciel isn’t very good at performing menial tasks.
Luckily Lau has a proposal to this dilemma, an idea that it is best to keep away from Sebastian''s knowledge. But the question is, does Lau have an interior motive behind his plan, does Ciel have what it takes to perform this new type of job and what will happen if Sebastian eventually finds out?
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the king's gambit by cxscas
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
06 Jul 2021
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After realizing the power he holds over the most dangerous man in Tokyo, Fushiguro Megumi uses it to his advantage. But this newfound power and confidence come with new obstacles.
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- Part 2 of a dangerous game
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"I can't do this anymore," Geto is saying as he grabs clothes from the closet and hurriedly stuffs a duffle bag. "This arrangement is over. I'm done!"
Gojo panics. Fear grips him and he feels like he can't breathe. This isn't how tonight was supposed to go.
"You're not leaving," he says. Calmly at first. He walks into the closet and snatches the duffle bag from Geto. He throws the half-full bag on the floor. "You're not leaving me so cut it out!"
Geto turns to leave, and Gojo grabs him by the arm to stop him.
During times like this, when emotions are high and his mind is rattled, Gojo forgets how strong he is. He forgets that animalistic side of himself that likes to dominate and overpower. He pulls Geto back, roughly. Naturally, Geto isn't going to just let himself be grabbed like that, though. Geto spins around and shoves Gojo off hard.
Then he runs out of the closet to put distance between them. In Gojo's mind, it's like his prey is trying to get away from him. It makes him want to give chase.
Gojo all but tackles Geto to the floor of the bedroom.
He's no longer calm.
How can he be calm when his very world is crumbling?
"I told you that you're not going anywhere," Gojo says as he struggles to pin Geto's arms above his head. "You're not allowed to leave me, Suguru!" he shouts; growls.
"Let me go, Satoru!" Geto screams as he tries to get up. "You're hurting me!" He manages to sit up enough to crawl away.
Gojo grabs Geto from behind, pressing his body into the carpet.
"Baby, please, don't leave," Gojo says, feeling beyond desperate. He squeezes his arms around Geto tightly. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for everything. Be mad at me, hate me - I don't care. I love you so much please don't leave me!"
No, this can't be happening. He can't let this happen.
"We can all live together," Gojo says quickly, trying to fix the problem so that he can keep Geto close. "I'll buy a family home someplace nice. Let's raise the twins together and-"
"I don't want them anywhere near this lifestyle. That's why I kept them from you." Geto shakes his head. "You don't know shit about raising anyone, either. Stop trying to keep me here. I've already made up my mind days ago, Satoru."
Gojo feels like his heart is being punched repeatedly. His throat is tight and his head feels light.
"So, that's it. This is it for us?"
Gojo drops his head to Geto's shoulder and cries. "I took too long to get my shit together." He fists his hands in Geto's shirt and cries like a child. "I should've told you I loved you from the moment I felt it." -
KINGSLAYER//GODMAKER by SkantySkylar
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
08 Jun 2023
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Long ago, when the land was whole and the people all spoke the common tongue, there was a boy, who was more wolf than man, and a king, born to become a god.
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As a Rite of Passage for the Zenin Clan, Megumi is chosen to slay the Beast of the West, the King of Curses, Sukuna. Already an impossible task, it becomes a thousand times more difficult when the King decides that Megumi's worthy of his favor.- Language:
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There are eyes on him already. Sukuna grips his cup tight, keeping it by his lips, but his gaze remains intent on Megumi.
And the king seems upset with him. There's no warmth in his gaze, just that cold, shuttered indifference.
"You're not going to perform for me, little dancer?" His tone is light. Deceptively so.
Megumi can see the white-knuckled grip he has on his cup as Uraume pours him more wine. He is angry. But at what?
He finds Yuuji in a sea of unfamiliar faces. The man's looking right at him, eyes flickering with what could be concern. Megumi wonders what he sees, if there's a danger he doesn't know about that Yuuji can see hovering over his shoulder-.
"What is he to you?"
Sukuna's looking at him, eyes sharp and flinty, lit up red by the light of the flames. Demon eyes. Megumi wonders how long the king has been staring at him. The hand at his inner thigh tightens its grip and he remembers that a question was asked.
"A friend," he says simply, because there is nothing complex about the truth. Still, Sukuna studies him, as if he could read lies on Megumi's face. It’s a long stretch of time, filled to the brim with a certain tension that makes his throat tighten and skin grow hot.
Then, suddenly, he shifts his eyes to a better sight. To Yuuji. To stare him down with that same intense scrutiny. Something wicked contorts his face. It tightens his jaw and brings a snarl to those pretty lush lips.
And Megumi sees glimpses of the sun in him again: bright and furious, hell's fires burning in his gaze and red in his cheeks. Despite all this, his tone is cool.
"It would please me to see him dead." Composed. Light as air and just as indifferent. "I should have him killed. Thrown into the fire as a sacrifice to the sun."
"Yuuji," he breathes, and he turns as if to warn him, but Sukuna grabs him by the jaw. The king forces him to settle. Megumi fights. He batters his fists against what must be a wall of rock, and tries to shuffle his hips to no avail. He'll cause a scene. He'll tear this place to the ground with this sudden desperation. He opens his mouth, whether to bite or to scream,
"Don't look at him. Please. "
Sukuna is a proud man. He lives by his pleasures and his pleasures alone. Megumi knows this to be true. The king orders. He demands and threatens. He does not ask. He does not plead.
Megumi has never heard Sukuna say please."You ran into the streets. No guards. None of your rowdy drinking comrades. You ran out there alone."
He has the feeling that he's being scolded. He can't remember the last time someone raised their voice against him like this
"He sent 40 men after you, and when they didn't immediately return, he stopped a meeting with a Western dignitary to chase after you himself. They had to reschedule and now he's losing sleep because you decided that you wanted to throw a tantrum."But then he feels a rough hand at his inner thigh. The fabric is thin, so the warmth of it bleeds through. He stills at the curious touch, waiting with bated breath for those fingers to wander higher...and higher still...till they definitely brush something they shouldn't.
Then, calmly, Megumi turns and punches Sukuna in the face.
There's an audible crack when the blow lands. He relishes the burn of his knuckles meeting a strong jaw almost as much as the look the king wears, eyes gone wide, nostrils flared and mouth screwed up under the pressure of it.
The whole court quiets. The hand between his legs goes still.
Sukuna blinks at him, rubbing the spot where a bright violet bruise appears, as if stunned it could appear at all. Megumi stares back. -
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“I can’t wait to watch you die,” Levi spits. It’s childish, asinine in a way that Levi’s cruelty is usually not. “One day you’ll be chewed to a scrap, and I won’t even flinch. You’ll be bones in a pyre and I’ll never think about you again, not once, not ever.”
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(One night, Levi informs Erwin that he has stolen something from him. Perplexed—but intrigued—Erwin decides to steal something back. And so it goes.)
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“Leave it,” Mike grumbles.
“Leave what?” he retorts, confrontational. Across the room Levi lifts a spoon to his mouth and it shines silver.
"The boy,” Mike presses. He squirms. There is a drop of stew in his beard, brownish and wet. “You’re staring at him.” He shifts again, cagey. “You’re always on his ass.”
“Is that so?” Erwin has been watching him. Mike is no fool. He watches Levi all the time. “You know,” Erwin continues, aimless, “our record-keep indicates he’s twenty-six. More than a boy, wouldn’t you agree?”
Mike harrumphs into his ale. “Y’think they keep timetables in the Underground? Just look at his face.” When he says ‘look’, Mike’s mouth shapes into a sneer. It creases the strew off his lip. “Can’t be more than twenty-one, twenty-two. Thugs live and die fast in that place. Twenty-six is probably ancient to gutter rats.”
“Is he not fascinating, Mike? As a specimen, that is.” He will allow this, once. Erwin is compelled.
When Erwin looks back, Mike’s features are less pinched. “You’re overstepping, Smith,” he mutters, softer this time. “Don’t like that look in your eye, much.”
“What look?” Erwin challenges. It is both irritating and interesting to be perceived with any sort of accuracy.
Mike sucks his teeth. Then: “Sometimes you looked at Marie that way,” he admits gruffly. Erwin can feel the tight rhythm of his heart. Mike nods, but it is a gesture. “Your boy is headed out.” Sure enough, when Erwin looks back, Levi is on the move.
He doesn’t know why he follows. It is without intention.
“Soldier,” Erwin calls. “Levi.” Levi stops; turns. His face is delicate, nearly girlish. Twenty-one, twenty-two, Mike had said. Not much older than their youngest crop of recruits. In Levi’s fist, the bruised apple is a red spot against the brownstone hall.
“Section Commander.” His voice is void of respect. “What is it?”
What is it? What is it? Erwin ought to shake the man. He wants to–touch Levi. Or: discombobulate him. You have stolen something from me and I don’t know what to do, Erwin wants to yell. How would Levi’s shoulders fit beneath his hands, if he shook him? He’s seen Levi undress in the showers. The Survey Corps’ tailor ought to be hung for these damn uniform jackets, the way they conceal and obfuscate the strength of Levi’s shoulders.“Levi,” Erwin demands, straightaway, “did you pilfer my timepiece?”
Levi fixes Erwin with a blank look. In one hand he’s got a sponge suspended mid-scrub. He’s without gloves so the water runs right into the sleeve, rolled at the elbow. “What the hell is ‘pilfer,’ Commander?” When Erwin blinks at him, Levi continues, with malice, “I’m an Underground rat, y’see, I don’t know anything about all your fancy, shitty Above-ground words—”
“Steal, Levi,” Erwin drawls. He hopes he sounds patient but doubts it. “Did you. Steal my timepiece?”
“Oh, that,” Levi says, carelessly. “Yeah. I did. It was me.”
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The more Erwin learns of the supposed Ackerman bond the more he fears that Levi never truly had any choice at all. And he struggles with what to do about that.
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15 Mar 2026
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Erwin knows, knows, that he has absolutely no right to feel put out by Levi reciting poetry, especially poems about past loves. But knowing a thing and believing it, in this case at least, are really not the same thing. Erwin knows that he’s always found Levi attractive, a great many people clearly do, and that… that… something about the chain of command; not that that makes much of a difference to anything.
Erwin is attracted to Levi, he probably has been from the start, and there really is nothing to stop him propositioning the other man. But he hasn’t. And because he hasn’t done anything of the sort he’s now stewing in his own misery because Levi has developed a fondness for doggerel about past loves. Erwin doesn’t actually know anything about Levi’s past relationships, or at least, he knows only a smattering of details. He knows of a man named ‘Kenny’ but trying to get a straight answer about said man has proven difficult. And Erwin knows that he honestly isn’t ready to face the consequences to his heart if he were to ask outright and have Levi confirm that yes, indeed, Kenny had been a past love, perhaps even a first one. But that might be the most likely reality of it. If only Erwin can steel himself to ask, and hear, Levi’s answer then that might settle at least some of his wild speculation.
Erwin has several things immediately on the tip of his tongue as a retort. The door was unlocked, Levi had called him in… but it wasn’t him Levi had been expecting. There was someone else. Someone who Levi didn’t mind undressing in front of, who he’d happily quote his newfound book of cheap poetry to… someone who distinctly isn’t Erwin. In fact, Erwin should probably make himself scarce before Levi’s expected company does arrive. He should leave, he isn’t wanted here but he can feel Levi’s eyes on him and somehow it all feels bitterly unfair. He should go. He can at least keep what little dignity he has left and go sulk about it in private. Resting his hand against the door Erwin takes another steadying deep breath; since he’s here now and he has nothing to lose anymore, he may as well ask. He’s not fool enough to ask who Levi is expecting to spend the night with; if he can help it at all Erwin never ever wants to know. But, while he is feeling self-pitying and raw, from something that even he can’t justify to himself is a betrayal on Levi’s part, he may as well ask that other question that has been preying on his mind on and off for goodness knows how long.“You mentioned, a few times… Kenny. What was he to you?”
But the expected smartarse answer doesn’t come and instead Levi makes a noise that sounds more like a cat hacking up a hairball than anything else. Erwin turns around to look, frowning. Levi has an arm resting on his raised knee now and, with a sigh, rests his forehead against his arm for a moment. Then Levi raises his head and meets Erwin’s gaze. His expression is a strange mixture of bitterness and sadness. So that’s the answer then.
“I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Then why did you?”
Levi turns his head away.
Erwin lets go of Levi’s shoulder and lets his hands hang down between his knees. He directs his explanation towards the wooden floor.
“I… was jealous.” -
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“It’s the way they look at you.” Erwin’s voice broke the silence once more a few moments later, this time his tone was reserved somehow, softer.
Even with his back toward the Commander, the way that Levi's eyes rolled was palpable in the charged air settling between them.
“And how do they ‘look at me’, Commander?”
When he turned he found the Commander was halted in the middle of the corridor, jaw clicking the way it always did when he was thinking - that sharp mind of his clearly mulling something over.
“They look at you like they want to fuck you.” He answered plainly.We’ve all seen “Erwin charming noblewomen to get more donations” but what about Captain Levi who does the same, resulting in a very jealous Commander.
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01 May 2026
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“That Lord Byron has some deep pockets.” Levi noted casually as he leaned against the closed door, boot tapping a slow rhythm against the dark grain.
Erwin gave nothing but a gruff hum in response, head still down turned as he studied the contents of a yellowed page.
“He donated nearly three thousand after just a quick chat.” Levi considered aloud, humming a little. “How much do you think he’d pay for a little more, hm?” He wondered aloud, studying the fine layer of dust coating the pad of his finger.
A sudden force stopped Levi in his tracks, and he peered down to find that Erwin’s hand was wrapped around his other wrist in a tight grip, a fleshy handcuff biting into his skin.
Levi didn’t turn to face him, just tilted his head to peek at the Commander from over his shoulder.
“Something you want to say, Sir?” Levi drawled, eyes dropped to watch the Commanders jaw twitch. “Spit it out.”
“Stop that, Levi.” Erwin demanded, blue eyes sharp, cold as a lake frozen over.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“You know exactly what I mean.”