Fight Fight Fall In Love

There was something called Kiss Kiss Fall in Love, now prepare yourselves for Fight Fight Fall in Love! It's a cute angsty fanfic of Eren and Levi from Shingeki no Kyojin (aka Attack on Titan), which is my new favorite ship c:

So enjoy! <3 

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Title: Fight Fight fall in Love

Type: fanfic, slash, Eren x Levi, SNK 

Kind: angst/fluff

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  Corporal Levi wandered slowly in front of the table at which his comrades were sitting, pretending to be very busy reading the case report. He lifted his eyes, looked around, stopping his eyes on Eren for a little too long than it was necessary, and came back to lecture. After another few minutes he murmured something to himself, lifted his head and put the papers back on the table. 

   Eren knew he probably should listen, but he just couldn't focus. Now that almost all titans were gone what could the mission be about? Probably nothing really important. Instead of listening he started to look around sloppily, not even paying attention to Corporal's words. He's been in Survey Corps for three years by now, yet he realized that he had never paid closer attention to the looks of the meeting room.

  The walls were dark gray, one could say dusty, buy that couldn't possibly be true, because one of main Commanders was a total cleaning freak and he wouldn't even allow for it to happen. The table they were sitting by was huge, almost filling the whole room, leaving only some empty place by the right side of the room, and approximately 1,5 meter to every wall, for people to walk by without a problem. When he looked up at the ceiling, he saw an old, dangling chandelier, and wondered how much more time would have to pass for it to fall down, since it looked like nobody took care of it for years.

  After what seemed like hours Eren realized that it suddenly got pretty quiet. He lifted his head to see everyone: Erwin, Hanji, Jean, Mikasa, Armin and most importantly - Corporal Levi looking at him. He attempted to smile shyly, yet he knew that it was not going to end well for him. Eren knew that Heichou liked him, maybe even enough for Eren not to get in trouble for not paying attention. He knew also that even though Levi liked him, he was still going to get yelled at now, because everyone was looking at them and Levi couldn't just simply allow himself to show any soft spots for anyone.

  "Yeager" Corporal's words made everyone else in the room turn their heads away from Eren to him. Levi sighed loudly. "Pay attention."

  Eren rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, sure"

  "And after the meeting," Levi ran his hand through his silky black hair. "I want to see you in my office" Eren gulped. He did't expect it to end like this. He liked Levi, indeed, some might think that he felt even more, but the short man was still scary, and Eren had to admit that he was terrified what the Corporal wanted to do.

  "Of course, Corporal"

*****

  During the rest of the meeting Eren decided to play it cool. What could possibly Levi do? Beat him up? Even if so, he wasn't scared of that. What was the most scary for him was just the thought of being with Heichou alone in a closed space.

  Since he was just a kid, Eren admired Levi for his work and abilities, and looked up to him as a mentor. He wanted to enlist to Survey Corp in the future, and help people, alongside Levi and others. But recently his feeling for Levi grew to be something much more than just admiration. He was scared to admit it, even to himself, but since the last mission when they both got to fight titans alongside each other, and since Eren saw Levi's quick, majestic, and blameless fighting movements, he started having a massive crush on the Corporal.

  And now, he wanted to subtly check if this feeling flows both ways.

  He pulled himself together, took few deep breaths and entered Corporal's office.

  Ackerman was sitting comfortably on a sofa by his desk, reading some reports, but when he saw Eren, he laid them back on the desk. "Yeager," he greeted him softly.

  "Levi," he answered, and he saw his comrade's brows furrow.

  "Corporal Levi for you, Yeager." His voice sounded a little rough now, Eren knew he was slowly getting angry.

  "I have a name you know?" he snickered. "How would you feel if I kept calling you Ackerman?" He leaned on the bookshelf, opposite to Levi, who seemed to start blushing.

  "Know your place, Eren, you're talking to your corporal!"

  "See? You can remember it, it's not hard, huh?" Eren grinned, knowing that he's bringing Levi to madness.

  "What's your damn problem, kid?" He stood up from the couch and walked few steps closer to the green-eyed. Eren gulped. He didn't think it through and didn't think that he would lose all of his sarcasm and confidence once Levi's is standing so close.

  "You - you're the one who wanted to see me, remember?" He tried to play it as cool as he could, but he felt that with every step corporal took closer to him, he was becoming more and more distracted. Because how can you stay focused when you have such a handsome face right in front of you?

  Levi took few more steps, closing the distance between him and Eren to barely a meter. "What now, kid? Have you lost all of your courage?" He laughed shortly. Eren had never heard him laugh before, and oh, what a sweet and pure sound it was. He closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them, Levi was glaring right back. "Tell me - why are you doing this?" His voice suddenly got softer, like he was concerned about Eren.

  "Wha- what? Why am I doing what?"

  "This." He gestured at Eren. "Acting like you're so though and confident, ignoring everything and everyone at military meetings, and then being completely pensive and absent-minded at the missions outside the wall." He tilted his head slightly, which didn't help at all, it just made Eren even more distracted, because this way he looked like a cute confused puppy. His silvery steel eyes were sparkling with intere "Is something going on?"

  "I-" Eren ran his hands through his hair and sighed. Should he tell Levi what really is going on? He knew it would be hard for him to keep it hidden when they had to see and talk with each other on daily basis. "It's hard for me to talk about it" he lowered his head, looking at his toes, trying his best to avoid Levi's eyes.

  He never really felt very self-confident, and talking about emotions was never his thing, so why did he think that coming here and trying to take this as an opportunity to talk about his feelings with Levi was a good idea?  Especially when he knew what being near his crush did. For a while now, every time Levi stood less than 1 meter from Eren, or tried to talk with him about anything else than work, Eren was losing his mind. He was unable to think clearly, his vision was getting blurry, and any attempt of voicing his thoughts ended with stuttering like a child or not even being able to squeeze a word out. Everyone had probably noticed it by now, but he hadn't heard anyone talk about it, so either they were hiding it very well or they had no idea why Eren was acting this way. Personally he would've loved the second option to be true. He didn't even wanted to imagine what would others think about him if they'd learn that he, stupid brat Eren Yeager, has a crush on a famous Corporal Levi.

  Thinking about that, he felt ashamed, and felt warmth crawling up his cheeks. To make it worse it seemed that his eyes started getting watery, as if he was about to cry. Levi must've noticed that, because he lifted Eren's chin and made him look up.

  "Eren, is everything okay?" His low voice was soft, you could tell that he was concerned.

  "I'm fine," He jerked his chin out of Levi's grasp and wiped his eyes with a back of his hand. He was surprised by the fact that his voice didn't even tremble, even though he was on the verge of crying. Levi nodded softly. Then he paced to the door, shut it, and locked it. "Wha- what are you doing?" Having locked the door, he turned around and came back to Yeager. He took his hand without hesitation, dragged him over to the couch and sat him down. Eren was scared of what was about to happen next, but gray-eyed just sat next to him.

  "Talk to me." Levi demanded, but his usual husky voice was now calming and supporting. "Something IS going on, I can see it, and I won't let you out this office until you tell me what it is."

  "I- I don't know if I'm ready to talk about this yet." His voice came out wobbly, as if he was going to cry, and it did not escape Levi's notice. Shivers ran down Eren's spine when he felt that Levi's hand gripped his own. He looked up to see Heichou gazing back with a soft smile.

  "You can trust me, Eren. Believe me. It will be way easier for you if you talk about your problems with someone else instead of bottling it all inside"

  "Well... You see..." he hesitated for a second. Was he sure about it? He wasn't. But he decided to do it anyway. "The thing is that..." he laughed nervously. "You- you are going on... And it's driving me nuts." He smiled faintly, not knowing what to say anymore, waiting for Ackerman's reaction. No matter how many times he had imagined this conversation in his head, he had never thought it was going to look like this. Not even in the worst imagined scenarios he thought Levi would react like this.

  What he did was let go of Eren's hand, turned his soft smile into a grimace of offence, and stood up from the couch. "Excuse me?" he snorted. "I wanted to help you and you're saying stuff like this? You know, if you wanted to tell me that you dislike me that much as your Corporal, and that I'm "driving you nuts" than maybe you should've enlisted to the Military Police, huh?"

  "I never said I dislike you," he whispered. "I don't think you understood what I meant" Eren started to blush, and with every moment he felt his cheeks get warmer and probably more red.

  "Then what it is, you brat?" Levi's voice was back to normal, husky, low, and on the verge of screaming.

  "I - I like you... A lot" He looked down on his shaky hands. His voice was now barely audible, he was taking more to himself than to Levi. "Probably even more than it is acceptable for a kid like me"

  It took Levi more than few seconds to realize. Then he sat down slowly. "Oh..." He didn't even look at Eren, scratching his neck in a nervous gesture. For a couple of minutes neither of them spoke a single word. The silence was only occasionally interrupted by rhythmical ticking of the clock. "You know..." Levi was the first one to break the silence. "I- I have think about what you've just said. Preferably alone"

  "I- " Eren scoffed. "I just told you that I have a massive crush on you and you're telling me that  you're  the one that has to think about it?" He couldn't help but laugh. It was so fucked up. "Not only you make me reveal my secret when I'm not sure if I want you to know yet, but you also are making me feel like a stupid kid by saying that you have to think about it" Eren's voice stopped shaking. He was confident now. He was angry. At Levi, for making him tell this, and at himself for not resisting enough. He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly and looked at Levi. He was sitting there, not moving at all, not even looking at Eren. "You could at least say something"

  "What do you expect me to say? That it's so amazing you feel that way and I've been waiting for you to tell me this, so I could say that I love you too? And that we could be a sweet nice couple? It won't work like that, kid. And I'm not sure if you've noticed that, but you're way younger than me. Don't expect me to immediately jump into your arms just because you said that you like me. Besides, you're just a kid. You don't know what's good for you yet, and it's definitely not me. I'm a corporal, I have my own stuff to take care of, and I definitely don't need another kid to look after." Eren couldn't take that anymore.

  "And since when you're so good at knowing what's best for me!? You know nothing about me. And stop treating me like I'm 10, I'm not a kid anymore, and you're not my father, so don't act like you are!"

  "I'm almost twice your age, and it's basically like I could be your father, so don't act like you're so smart, brat!"

  "You're not twice my age! 10 years older is not twice my age, so don't act like you're better than me, only because you're older, alright? I'm fully aware of the fact that you're 28, and I'm 18, but that doesn't give you an advantage over me!"

  "Yes, I am the older one, and when I give you advices, you should be thankful that I even want to talk to you! I'm still your Corporal, in case your didn't remember!"

  "Oh four fucks sake, stop bringing up the same shit, 'I'm older', 'I'm your corporal', 'you should listen to me', I'm sick of it! For once you could listen to others opinion, then you'd known that you're not as amazing and skilled as you think you are! Invincible lance corporal Levi Ackerman - so praised by everyone, even though he couldn't protect his own friends and comrades from getting eaten by titans. You're pathetic, you know?" Eren stopped thinking about his words, and was saying everything that came to his mind, not minding if it could hurt or annoy Levi. At this point he didn't care, he just wanted to let all of his bottled up feelings outside.

  Levi moved quickly and grabbed Eren by the collar of his shirt. "You better stop it, you ungrateful brat! When I listen to what you're saying I'm certain that I should never have even consider stopping the Military Police from killing you!" Eren expression changed from angry to hurt, and Levi realized what he had just said. He let go of the collar and backed up. "Eren, I-"

  "I'm done with you" Eren stood up and paced to the door. Levi followed him and grabbed him by his wrist to stop him.

  "Wait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" he squeezed his hand harder and pulled him back a little.

  "Get off me!" Eren hissed and tried to get his hand out of Levi's grip. He unwillingly started to cry. He looked into Levi's eyes. "Choosing you as my mentor was probably the worst decision of my whole life." A single tear made its way down his cheek. "All you can do is hurt people, leaving them alone with their pain. Now let me go. I don't want to be here anymore." The grip on his hand loosened, so he jerked his hand back and went out the door, leaving Levi alone only with his thoughts and the annoying ticking clock.

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  It's already been two weeks since the unfortunate fight between Eren and Levi, and since that time, they've been successfully avoiding each other, and talking only when it was really necessary. What Eren thought would bring them closer together, had only made them separate and made them talk even less than before.

  Their behavior was definitely the topic of many conversations between cadets, and the rumors were probably spreading like a plague.

   'Is something going on between these two?'

   'I don't know, I've heard some shady rumors that Eren has told Levi that he's in love with him, and that's why Levi is so pissed'

     'Are you dumb or are you just pretending? Why would Eren tell him such things? And even if he would, it's like having a death wish, I don't think Eren would be that stupid. I'm sure it has to do something with military issues, maybe they've just got in a fight on a mission or something like this.'

  Everyone was making up their theories, yet no one really knew what was going on, because both Levi and Eren refused to talk about this. Which made them both walk around all sulky and rancorous, refusing to talk to anyone, not even only themselves.

  The one person who has been silently looking at all this masquerade and wishing for it to end as quick as it's possible was Hanji. She realized something was going on even before the unfortunate fight. She noticed how Eren's attitude towards Levi changed, and by studying his behavior she easily deduced that he must've developed some kind of feelings towards Levi. And seeing that now, after their meeting they're both acting like they don't even know each other, she put two and two together, assuming that something had to happen. And that 'something' could either be Eren telling Levi about his feelings and Levi totally dumping him, or Levi saying that he needs time to think about it, when Eren expected a specific answer. Regardless of what happened, it resulted with boys sulking at each other and Hanji knew she was the one that had to take care of it.

  She stood up from her table and walked over to Levi's. Eren and Levi were sitting by the same table, reluctantly eating breakfast that consisted of burned eggs and rubbery bacon. She found it kinda cute that even though they both were angry and sulky, they refused to change tables and still were sitting next to each other at every meal.

  "You two." Her sudden voice made them lift their heads and look at the unwanted interrupter. "You're going with me."

  "Umm, can't you see I'm eating?" Levi sassed. He purposely said 'I' instead of 'we', pretending that Eren wasn't there. It did not escape Eren's notice, but he decided to ignore it and remain silent. Nothing good would come out of another fight, especially that now they weren't alone, and the whole garrison would hear them.

  "Do I look like I give a fuck about this?" Hanji did look solemn. Solemn, angry and annoyed. "I don't. Now get your asses up, don't make a scene, cause everybody is looking at you anyway, and come with me."

  "What for?" Eren blurted.

  "Shut up, brat." Levi hissed. "It doesn't matter what for, get your sorry ass up and follow Hanji wherever the fuck she wants to go." Eren muttered some curse words under his breath, but he did what Levi said and stood up.

  Hanji left them behind, and scurried towards the hallway, without turning back. She knew that Levi would follow, he's not stupid, he knows that when Hanji is mad, defying her is like having a death wish. And if Levi would follow, so would Eren.

  She lead them through winding underground hallways, and after a while stopped in front of the meeting room. "We're going in, I need to talk to you both."

  "Couldn't we do it back there?" Eren yawned. He didn't feel like walking around just to talk with Hanji, especially when it also included Levi.

  "NO, we could not." Hanji snapped, and opened the door with a key. She stopped in the door jamb, waiting for boys to walk in. They entered the room grudgingly. Hanji smiled broadly. "Well, now... Boys, I'm going to leave and you're going to stay here." She said and quickly shut the door. "I won't let you out unless you two are talking again without death glares and sulking!" She shouted trough the door, and pranced away, leaving them closed in the room. It happened so fast that none of them even had a chance to react.

  "What now?" Eren asked himself. He couldn't be with Levi in a closed space. They weren't even standing close to each other, yet Eren could feel Levi's presence, and felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable with it.

  "Nothing. We wait until she gets back."

  "Or I could just-" Eren lifted his hand to his mouth, ready to shift into a titan. Levi noticed that, quickly approached Eren, and caught him by his wrist, stopping him from what he meant to do.

  "Take it easy, brat," Levi scolded him. "You don't want to destroy the whole underground level, do you?"

  Eren took his hand away from his mouth. "No. I don't"

  "She surely did it on purpose" he mumbled, staring blankly at the wall. "When we last talked, in my office, you said..." He hesitated for a while, but he shook it off almost immediately. "You said that you liked me for a while now. She must've noticed that, she's a superb observant. And now, after that conversation, she should've noticed that things got a little bitter between us and that we were avoiding each other for this couple days. She just probably wanted us to sort things out."

  "By closing us alone in an empty room?"

  Levi turned his head around and looked at Eren. Then he shrugged. "I don't know. But it seems to be working."

  "What!?"

  "We're talking again, aren't we?"

  "Theoretically," he grunted.

  Levi might've been the one that spoke first and tried to initiate some apologies but Eren didn't plan on getting along with him. Not yet. Levi's words from last fight still hurt him and he kept hearing them in his head, like ghosts. 'you're just a kid', 'i shouldn't even have considered stopping them from killing you'. Having your mentor tell you that he would rather want you dead than having to put up with you is like getting a shot in your chest. And that's how Eren felt. Wounded and hurt. He didn't want to make the same mistake again and talk about his problems, because this time he could end up with not only his feelings shattered, but maybe even his heart broken to pieces.

  He walked across the room, leaned on the wall, and then slid down to the floor. Levi hesitated for a moment, but he followed Eren and sat down a little farther.

  "Eren, I-" Levi's voice sounded weird, like he was hurt too. This caught Eren's attention, but he still didn't bother to look at the grey-eyed. "I wanted to say I'm sorry. Truly. Back then we were fighting and I stopped thinking what I was saying, I didn't mean it. I don't regret saving you from the Military Police, you should know this." He sighed. "You know... If I had to relive that day once again, I wouldn't even hesitate, I'd do the same thing I did before." Eren felt his shattered feelings being slowly put together. However he decided to keep on sulking to see how far could the corporal go in his apologies.

  Levi peeked at his companion, but he wouldn't look back, staring intensively at his shoes. Levi did not lie about the apologies. He wouldn't lie. He couldn't lie. Not to Eren. He knew very well that he had hurt this kid and that he should apologize, and he really meant it when he said he's sorry. And he found it hard to admit, but he felt somewhat empty when Eren refused to talk to him, and didn't even bother to take a quick glance at his interlocutor. Could it be that he started developing some feelings towards this boy?

  "Could you say something? Anything? At least look at me, please, I want you to understand that I'm truly sorry." Eren raised his head slowly and locked his eyes on Levi. He pretended to still be angry, but deep inside he didn't want to fight with him. "All right then." Levi nodded slowly. "I get it."

  Eren might've been mistaken, but he thought that he just saw a tear run down Levi's cheek. When he looked more closely, it indeed seemed like he was crying. "Levi-" he heard quiet, barely audible sobbing coming from his right. He never saw Levi cry. He never even thought Levi was capable of crying. He seemed like he was invincible, emotionless, that nothing was able to stop him. Yet it turned out that he still was human too.

  A random thought came to Eren's mind. What he wanted to do was like having a death wish, but he still wanted to try. What he did was get closer to Heichou and carefully lean his head on his shoulder, hugging him gently. Surprisingly Levi didn't object, he only shivered a little at the unexpected gesture. After a while he even returned the hug, pulling Eren closer.

  "I'm also sorry," Eren muttered, his face buried in Heichou's hair. "I shouldn't have said these awful things about you. You're not pathetic, you're amazing, you're my mentor, after all, right?" A little short laugh issued from Levi's mouth, right into the material of Eren's shirt.

  "I probably look like a little ball of misery right now" Levi laughed and pulled away from Eren a little to wipe his eyes from tears. "I can't believe I got so emotional over you not accepting my apologies"

  "Hey, I can hear you, you know?" Eren smiled. He glanced down at Levi. His eyes were a little puffy from crying, but he was smiling. And when he smiled, it seemed like everything would be fine. And that's how Eren felt. That everything was fine. "You look perfectly fine, corporal"

  "Suck-up," Levi laughed. "What would you say if I... If I suggested us to go somewhere nice when we're out of here?" 

  "You know..." Eren grinned. "I have to think about this."

Reaper

     I think this might be the most shitty fabric I've put in here, but I kinda like it? So enjoy it, if it ain't to weird to read 👌

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Title: Reaper

Type:fanfic, slash, Mark x Jack

Kind:AU

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     When Mark woke up he was in a middle of nowhere, covering his whole view, was just corn. He was in the middle of cornfield. A huge cornfield, apparently. When he turned around again, he saw a hooded figure, which surely wasn't there when he last looked. 
     "Hello?" He called out. "Hello, excuse me, do you happen to know where am I?"
     The figure turned around to face Mark and it turned out to be a man. Slim, pale skinned man, you could even find him handsome, if given enough time to contemplate. Mark saw green strands of hair, sticking from under his black hood. He found it kinda funny, to see someone else with colorful dyed hair, even when he dyed his hair for weird colors for almost a year already.
     "Hey? Can-can you talk?" It was weird asking that, but as the man didn't answer, Mark wanted to make sure, he was able answer him.
     "Of course I can, you idiot!" He took his hood off, and grimaced, crossing his arms. What hit Mark was his accent. Which was surely not American. It sounded... British? So the guy wasn't from America. Was Mark even still in USA? So many thoughts crossed his mind, and he couldn't focus. "Name's Jack. Hi." Few seconds passed before Mark realised that the man was talking to him, and he just introduced. 
     "Pardon, what?" He heard green-haired man sigh.
     "You really are that stupid or do you just pretend? Please, tell me you're pretending. I don't want to deal with another smartass." 
     "What?" Mark never have been so distracted in his life before. Was it because he was in a place he had completely no memory of? Or maybe because of oddly handsome yet mysterious stranger he was stuck with? He couldn't tell. 
     "Oh boy. You're not pretending." The man seemed disappointed. "My name's Jack." He repeated, but this time Mark caught his name and forced himself to remember it. "I'm a reaper."
     After a long moment of silence Mark spitted out a stuttered "A- a what?"
     "Man, what is wrong with you, are you half-deaf? Am I supposed to speak louder?"
     "N-no... Wait... You're Jack... As Jack The Ripper?" Green-haired man sighed loudly. It seemed like he dealt with these kind of questions alot times. 
     "No. A reaper. As 'Imma take your soul and drag you down to hell' reaper. But yes, I really am named Jack." This seemed to scare Mark a little, because his eyes widened slightly and he tried to back a few inches slowly, increasing the distance between the two of them. 
     "Oh... Alright then." He scratched the back of his neck and looked up at the man to see him looking right back. "Emm... Am I going to hell?" He felt stupid asking that, but he wanted to know. He wasn't a bad person. But he couldn't say he was such a good person either. Jack sighed again. He seemed to do that pretty often.
     "No. You're not." 
     "Oh. Am I going to heaven, then?" Sigh again.
     "Probably."
     "How does it look?"
     "What?" Reaper laughed softly. "Heaven?"
     "No. I mean... Dying?"
     "You're already dead, Mark." Reaper's calm voice sounded a little bit scary, but on the other hand it was oddly reassuring. He rested his elbow on a high rock, which seemed to materialise from air, because it wasn't there few seconds before.
     "Oh... And how about going to heaven? How does it all look? Am I... Do I have... Like a last wish?"
     "Darling, do I look like a genie to you? I don't grant wishes. Besides I don't really care what do you want to do. See your family? Eat your favourite pizza? Kiss your girlfriend for the last time?" Mark frowned.
     "Um, I'm gay." He exclaimed, frowning, but the very second he said that, he regretted that decision. Why did he felt an urge to say this? Jack probably doesn't give a fuck about him, and the lesser he knows, the better it would make Mark feel. 
     "Um, okay? Do you want a medal for this?" 
     "No... I'm just... You were talking about girlfriends, and I just felt an odd urge to say that."
     Jack shrugged. "I don't care." Looking at his face, Mark could tell that he really didn't care. His face was resting in a grimace, and he seemed to hate every second he had to spend with Mark. 
     "That sounds like homophobia." 
     "No, darling, that sounds like apathy. When I say I don't care, I mean it. I barely feel anything beside apathy. Maybe disgust. Sometimes disappointment. But yeah, mainly apathy." Mark sighed.
     "Well... Okay then."
     "You sound disappointed. Did you think that when you tell me about you being gay, I'll immediately love you and run into your arms, maybe even forgetting about your soul? Nah-ah. I ain't that kind of guy."
     "What?! Why would I think something like that?" Well, Mark did find Jack quite handsome. But he never thought that speaking about his sexuality would make anyone else change theirs. "I didn't." He felt an urge to assure him that.
     "Yeah, yeah. Sure you didn't." Jack seemed to tease him, and he seemed to really enjoy it, because the grimace on his face was replaced by a smirk. Which made him even more attractive, according to Mark. "You look cute when you're angry" Tips of Mark's ears went red, and he felt a warm blush crawl up his cheeks. His face was now probably almost as red as his hair. Reaper laughed. "You're blushing." His accent and soft laugh made Mark blush even harder. He looked at Jack and his eyes locked for a while. 
      It was Jack that broke the eye contact, by turning his head left, and probably rolling his eyes. Mark couldn't tell that from where he was standing. Yet he kept looking at Jack. He was indeed handsome, his face was covered in stubble, forming a slight beard, his eyes were blue. Not light blue, not dark. Simply blue, just like a sky. When he noticed that Mark is still looking at him, he tilted his head slightly.
     "What?"
     "Nothing." Mark coughed. "I was just wondering... Your accent is weird, definitely not American... Are you... Are you british?" Jack sighed. Loudly.
     "No. I'm Irish, you ass" Mark squinted.
     "Wait, reapers can be Irish?" Green-haired laughed.
     "See, darling, that's... That's what you call racism." 
     "Oh. Did I offend you?" Mark sneered. He didn't knew why, but suddenly he felt more self conscious. He was no longer scared.
     Jack crossed his arms. "I might be. And you don't want to mess with a reaper, believe me." Mark snorted.
     "Boo-hoo, I'm so scared." 
     "You should be."
     Mark lowered his voice. "Scare me." The last thing he saw was reaper's mischievous smile, and he found himself in an unbelievably hot place. He looked around only to realize that he was in a middle of active volcano. "Ow, fuck"
     Jack smiled broadly. "Boo"

Little Hunter & His Angel

There's a little Destiel story which I'm pretty proud of ^.^ 

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Title: Little Hunter & His Angel

Type: fanfic, slash, SPN, Dean x Castiel

Kind: fluff (idk?)

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    I am tied to a pillar. Again. I lift my head and look around. It's dark, cold, and smells like shit. Yeah, I'm pretty certain that I'm in sewers. Awesome. I sigh, and then I see Cas on the opposite side of the room. He's tied to another pillar. He's alive, that's good. This means that the creature who abducted him is still here. And that's bad.

     "Cas." I hiss. "Cas!" he groans silently and opens his eyes, just like he's been waken from a nap. When he realises he's been abducted (it took him a while to be honest) he starts to panic and look around hysterically. Then he notices me across the room and his eyes widen slightly.

     "Dean. You're here." Small head tilt. I swallow nervously. "But you are tied too. Did they abduct you too?"

     "Um... No, they didn't." I laugh shortly. "I was trying to find you, and get you out of here. I guess the plan didn't go as it supposed to. "I smile at him sadly, his face's still concerned, frowning. Then I remember we have to free ourselves and run away. "Cas" I whisper. He lifts his head and look me in the eyes. "That thing... The thing that kidnapped you. Is it still here? Did you see what it was?"

      "Yes. But it was strange, Dean." Head tilt again. This time on the left. "It was me. Well, not exactly me." A little smile crawls up his lips. I can't help smiling too, but I make a straight face again before he could notice my smile. "You know, I'm here, so it couldn't be me, right? But he looked like me. It was like looking at a mirror. And he was rude, Dean. Very rude. He wanted to hurt me, and he took my angel blade."

      "Don't worry. He won't hurt you if I kill him first." Now I'm mad. Duh, pissed. "Cas, why couldn't you escape? I mean, your powers, and... You know."

     "Enochian symbols. I'm almost powerless. They weaken me, as if I wasn't weak already." I look at his shirt and now I notice change in its color. White shirt became almost black from dry blood stains. Cas also looks very weak, it hurts me inside to look at him when he's in this condition.

     "Well well well" I hear Cas' voice but when I look at him, his lips aren't moving. He's looking around nervously. A moment later an exact replica of Cas stands between me and the real angel. "Watch your mouth, little Hunter. I'm glad you're angry. It makes you stronger, and I want you to have at least a slight hope that you can escape from here. And when you'll think you're so close to escaping, I'll kill you both. I'll watch your last hope trickle down with your blood on dirty floor." If a look could kill, he'd be dead from a second he entered this room. I keep a straight angry face and try to reach a knife hidden behind my belt. He must've been smarter than me, because it's not there. "Oh, your little knife?" He laughs. "It's not there. See, you're not as smart and strong as you think you are." Little smirk dances on his face, which makes me incredibly uncomfortable, considering the fact that he still looks like Cas.

     "I'm strong enough to kill you with my bare hands without a blink of an eye!" I growl loudly and violently try to get rid of ropes on my wrists.

     "Alright. Maybe you are, I believe you, you don't have to prove it. But you're still not strong enough to free yourself, right? Not strong enough to stop me from killing him." He points at Cas, without even turning in his direction. I feel my heart jumping in my chest and blood pumping in my veins. I hate him more than any monster I've ever hunted. But he continues. And I hate him even more. "Probably not strong enough to watch him bleed out right in front of your eyes. He'll be asking for your help, Dean. Begging you to help, or finish him. And you won't be able to do any of this. You'll have to live knowing that you couldn't help him. That he died, because of   y o u.

     "And why would you do that? I'm not asking about being a complete son of a bitch, I know that. Do you have any relevant reason?" I force myself to stick confidence and seriousness in my voice although internally I'm screaming with rage.

      "I do have a reason. Wanna know what it is?" He takes few steps in my direction and squats few inches in front of me. "He's an angel, did you know?" He's whispering now. His face is so close to mine, that I feel his breath on my cheeks and see darker spots on his bright irises. "I want his soul. His pure, divine soul. You know how precious are souls nowadays? You wouldn't even imagine. I'll take it from him and shatter it into pieces. He will never be the same. Oh, right." He laughs. "He'll be dead." He stands up. Suddenly a knife appears in his hand. Unfortunately I notice it isn't just a normal knife. It's Cas's angel blade. He took it from him, and now he's going to kill him with his own weapon. What an irony.

      "Stop." I say harshly. He stops and turns around to see me, interest on his face. "Let him go."

     "You think it's that easy? You think..."

     "Take me instead." I interrupt him.

     "Dean..." real Cas groans. "Don't do it."

     "Let's make a deal. You let him go, then you get to have me. I'm the most wanted hunter in a whole world. I think that's a fair deal.

     "No, it's not, Dean." Cas says, hardly audible, I see he's having problems with breathing, not to mention talking. "I won't let you die for me."

     "You died for me more than once. I think I can die to save you this one time." I turn to look at him and have a quick glance at his deep sapphire eyes.

     "Oh, that's so sweet." Fake Cas looks at both of us. "That's so sweet how love can change people." I feel a shiver running down my spine and a blush slowly crawling up my cheeks. I stare angrily at a demon, avoiding Cas's look, because i have no idea what I'd tell him. "Yes, Dean, I know some things about you." He walks towards me and again squats in front of me. "Things you don't want to admit. Maybe you're afraid of your feelings. But don't you worry about it, Dean. Love is beautiful, you know?"

     "Shut up." I mumble.

     "What are you saying?" He laughs.

     "Shut up." I repeat, louder, with confidence in my voice.

     "Little hunter can kill demons, ghosts and other scary things but is afraid of admitting his feelings? That's cute, you know? You're kinda cute." He says, putting his hand on my chin and forcing me to look him in the eyes. I feel goosebumps all over my arms and I don't know whether is it from Cas (well, at least Cas's body) touching me, or just from pure rage. With a little shame I'd say it's the first one. I jerk my head left and Fake Cas takes his hand back. "If you hadn't had a boyfriend, I'd definitely flirt with you." He winks at me, which causes another wave of goosebumps, covering my back this time.

      I take a quick glance at Castiel. He looks so confused. As he notices I'm looking in his direction, he tilts his head slightly, what makes him look like a cute puppy concerned about what's happening. I bet he keeps asking himself "What is going on". He'd probably ask it out loud, but he's not stupid, it's already awkward, he wouldn't make it even weirder. Very probably he's even scared, the monster that made him bleed and suffer, now is having a casual chat with his friend. It's weird, because he's an angel. God's son, one of the most powerful creatures to ever exist, scared of love, and being loved.

      "He's not my boyfriend." I mumble loud enough only for shapeshifter to hear me. He leans towards me. His head is again so close to mine, that I can't think clearly.

      "But you wish he was, am I right?" He whispers hardly audible with sparkles in his eyes. He eyes me slowly, from my lips to eyes and winks at me, licking his lips seductively. I cannot hold back trembling in my hands, I swallow nervously. I take a quick look at his lips, hoping he won't realise it. A smirk crawls up his lips. Hope is stupid. "Well well well... Looks like someone here has a really dirty mind" he laughs softly and touches my ear with his lips. "Want to see how these taste?" I flinch. From excitement. He's a monster, and he almost managed to turn me on. I hate myself for this. "I bet you taste as sweet as you look like" he leans to give me a kiss, our faces so close I can feel his warm breath on my lips. I look into his eyes, he winks at me, and then, suddenly our lips encounter. Warm touch of his lips on my lips shocks me so much, that I can't even make a move. Cas's lips are so soft, and so sweet. It feels like a ray of sunshine blessing you with its love, kissing slowly and enjoying every little part of your skin.

     I'd probably close my eyes involuntarily and enjoy it, but the door slams open, somebody enters the room, and Fake Cas lets go of my lips to look at the uninvited guest. Before I can even realise it's Sam, I hear a shot and shapeshifter is laying on the ground with a puddle of blood under him, getting bigger every moment. I think I hate my brother.

     Sam comes to me, tucking his gun back behind his belt. He unties the rope in few seconds and leaves me, heading to Cas, to do the same thing. I keep sitting on the floor, rubbing my bruised wrists, and can't stop thinking about Cas. Even though it was shapeshifter Castiel, it still felt so real. His lips... felt so real. I'll never be able to look at him the same way. Only when Sam pats me on my shoulder I realise he's reaching a hand in my direction. I take it and stand up.

       "Shapeshifter, huh?" I nod slightly, staring at the ground. Suddenly tips of my shoes are so fucking interesting.

      "Let's go from here. This stench makes me sick." I say, my voice is horribly emotionless, though it's hard to keep it that way after what happened a while ago. I wonder if Cas saw it. Probably not, shapeshifter covered me with himself, but he's smart, he had to think why we're taking so long to talk. I'm not saying he knows that I just kinda kissed him, he just probably will suspect something. And that's bad. No matter what he'll suspect, I guess our friendship will never be the same. Not from my side. Believe, after you taste lips of your best friend, you'll never be able to look at him the same, not to mention talking. It's extremely uncomfortable.

     I start walking towards the exit. Sam catches me after a moment and walks by my side, but he keeps looking back at Castiel. I take a quick glance too. He's walking slowly, almost limping, his trench coat is creased and dirty, from mud and blood. His shirt that used to be white, now is almost black from blood. I'm not completely heartless, I slow down slightly, so he doesn't have to hurry.

     "Dean..." Sam starts, but I think I know what he wants to say.

     "How long have you been in that room? What did you hear?" I ask quietly, not even turning to look at him.

     "I... Not much. But I saw more. I think it speaks for itself." I sigh. I don't want to talk about it. I really don't want to. But I know I wont be able to avoid it, so I'd rather have this behind me.

      "And what did you see?"

      "I.... Um.... He kissed you. Kissed. Just like that. You were talking quietly, so I don't know what was it about, but I saw him kissing you, and it was weird. Very weird. You were quiet, so I didn't hear anything, but I saw it. You looked like you didn't want him to stop. I... I just don't get it."

      "I don't get it either."

      "What do you mean? And why would Shapeshifter want to kiss you? Please, help me understand it."

      "Sam you're not blind, please... Aw... C'mon man, you see how I act around Cas." I hesitate. "This son of a bitch just had to take memories from Cas and put two and two together. Judging from Cas's face he didn't discover it yet." I sigh.

      "Wait... Let me get this straight... What did Shapeshifter put together?" 

      "Listen to me you little shit. You've finished college, almost became a lawyer, hunted more demons than you can count and you still don't know how is it to like someone you have absolutely no chance with?" I almost heighten my voice but then I remember that Cas is just behind us and I calm myself.

      "So you admit it?" I hear laughter in his voice.

      "Admit what?"

      "You..." he leans closer to me and lowers his voice, whispering. "You do love him?" for the first time from the beginning of this conversation I turn to look at him with the best bitchface I can afford. 

      "Don't make me say that." I point at him, bitchy smirk crawling up his face. "You do not make me say that."

      "You do. You really do." 

      "I hate you so much right now." I say, hiding a smile.

      We finally reach the end of the sewers and see a ladder on a wall, leading to the surface. I put my hand on a cold wet metal of the ladder and then I think about Cas. I turn around to see him standing next to Sam, looking sadly at his shoes. I think I've never seen a more helpless person than Cas right now. He looks like a wreck of a man. His clothes are dirty from mud and blood. His hair is messy and his eyes are gray, although a while ago they were light blue, just like someone drained him of all color. My heart shatters inside to see him in that condition, but I know I can't afford breaking down right now. 

      "I'm going first, then you, Cas, Sam, you go last. Help Cas here, I'll help him on the surface." 

      "I climb up the ladder, carefully, trying not to slip on wet rungs. Then I open the hatch and crawl outside to the evening air. As i already stand on the ground I squat next to the entrance, waiting for Cas to show up. When he is halfway up, he reaches a hand in my direction, smiling weakly. I take his hand and help him, pulling him up. He groans quietly when I clench my hand on his bruised wrist, so I loose my grip slightly. He stands up and lets go of my hand. He shakes invisible leaves off of his shoulder and looks at me. Little smile dances on his face.

      "Thank you, Dean."

Ugh, Not Again

    Here I have a story, which i finally managed to rewrite from my notebook (it took me about 1,5 month, bc I had no time :c)  

It's my first non-fafnfiction story in here, so enjoy c:

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Title: Ugh, Not Again

Type: fantasy, 

Kind: dark

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 The woman standing in front of me looks angry. Really angry. If only she weren't pointing a gun on my head I could say she's quite pretty. Her pale hands shake as she clenches them tighter on the gun. Cold metal pressed to my forehead causes shivers I can't hold back.

     I'm scared. I know this will be my seventh death, but I still have this weird feeling, like it was the first time. Yes I died six times before. No, I am not completely crazy. I don't actually know what is going on, but this is the seventh day in a row I'm getting killed and to be honest I don't like it.

     The woman finally pulls the trigger and I feel my skull shatter into pieces. Warm blood travels down my forehead and cheeks. Everything I see is reddish. I feel tweaking as I blink several times and I faint, seeing nothing but darkness.

     Correction: I die. Yeah, it kinda feels like fainting, but it surely isn't the same. "Next beautiful day. How lovely." I whisper to myself sarcastically. I look around. The same place as yesterday and last six days. Hell.

     Currently I'm standing on a dark stone bridge above something that looks like a lake. Huge lake. Except the water looks more like a blood than like an actual water. The lake seems to be deep, at least that deep you're not able to see its bottom, but shallow enough to have the weird feeling something is swimming in there and looking at you with its huge eyes. I put a hand on railing of the bridge. It looks like it was made from bones. Real bones. Maybe human bones. I can't deny that it scares me. Although I clench my fists, take a deep breath and manage to cross it.

     My steps on a rock path echo through a barren realm, blending with overwhelming screams and groans. They seem to come from everywhere: behind the walls, under the water, even above the ceiling. It's weird that all these tainted entities are suffering. I mean... I'm one of them now, right? And I don't feel any different.

     I reach the outward gate of infernal limbo. It is huge, at least 5 meters tall and 4 meters wide. It is black and reddish and seem to be constructed from bones, just like the bridge. I feel like they have a plenty of bones in here and they didn't know what to do with them so they just decided to start building with it. The one who got this idea was surely rewarded for it.

     "You again?" I hear a hoarse voice on my right and I turn back to see my interlocutor. It's a demon. He's a watchman of the gate. He's at least 2,5 meters tall and skinny. Like... really skinny. It seems like he has no flesh, just skin and bones. Well, skin isn't a suitable word actually. His deformed body is all black and looks like a bark, it even have branches growing out of his spine. I could tell he's an unsuccessful experiment hybrid of human and a tree. Hideous experiment. His eyes aren't even eyes, instead of them he has snow-white orbs that seem to invade deeply into the no longer human soul. He lifts his head and looks at me. At least that's what I think since he has no pupils and I cant exactly tell where is he looking.

     "I'm happy to see you too, Andras." I say sarcastically.

     "How the hell you keep coming in here? Once I see you, than you're gone and the next day you're here again. How is it even possible?"

     "Oh, I'm so sorry that I'm stuck in a time loop and someone keeps killing me everyday!" I growl loudly and cross my arms. "It's your master that keeps playing with me. I didn't want that. You hear me? I didn't ask for that!" The demon remains silent, as if knowing I'm not done yet. "Yesterday that woman hung me in my room and today she shot me right in the head! What about tomorrow? Hm? What will happen? Maybe she'll cut me in half and make a necklace from my intestines? That's sick, Andras! Sick! How long will it last? I'm done. I am so done with it. Just kill me officially and don't force me to suffer these things any longer!"

     "I'm sorry to bother you, but you are dead already." he sneers as I imagine killing him on every possible way. "Oh, don't try to scare me with that look. I'm here longer than you think, I've seen things you wouldn't even imagine. And oh, right. I am a demon I you didn't notice. I am scary myself, and you can't scare me." I snort, crossing my arms and wandering around in circles. "And it's not my thing to kill you, however I'd be really glad if I got to have a chance to do it. Unfortunately it's the thing only our master can do."

     "Your master, Andras" I correct him and turn around to see his face.

     "I'm afraid you're wrong. You're here now, you belong to him, and he is your master now too. And personally, I think that he just enjoys killing you. That's why you keep coming here. That's why you keep dying. You're his toy, his experiment."

     "I didn't want to take part in this experiment, you know?" I huff. After a moment of hesitation an idea comes to my mind. "Why don't you let me inside? I'll meet him and talk about it. Maybe he'll let me go or decide to keep me here for longer without killing me anymore." Andras' eyes widen in surprise. It seems like I'm the first one ever confident enough to ask for such things. He puts a hand on a deformed chin and pretends he has to think about it.

     "Okay" he says after a while. "You'll get a meeting with our master. You're special, I think he won't get mad" I feel a shiver of excitement, although I'm going to meet the master of death, Devil himself. The demon turns back, facing the dark, unknown corridor, I didn't notice before. He shouts something. A name? Bullseye, I think. That's what he said.

     "Bullseye?" I ask, frowning.

     "He always hits the best spot" He says with a grin.

     From behind a corner walks out a creature that seems to be said Bullseye. It is a huge, black dog-like thing and as it is standing on all feet it reaches my arms. Quite impressive, I can't deny. I've seen many scary things and I certainly can tell that this doggy is not the thing I should be afraid of here. He is scary, yes, he looks like it could kill you in one snap of teeth, but probably somewhere in the inside he is a small cinnamon roll. His fur seems little bit curly. Some parts of his body are deprived of skin and muscles, showing bare bones and intestines. His back looks like someone torn off straps of skin, leaving uncovered red muscles and shiny white ribs. His head is also just a skull, what scares me the most, because of sharp, uncovered tusks, filling his whole mouth. If I looked close enough I could see my quite scared reflection in his yellow eyes.

     "What the fuck is that?" I ask, as I keep looking in his eyes, which he is unable to take off me.

     "That, my dear... Is our hell hound. Well, one of many, but still. He will lead you to our master" I hear laughter in his voice. He probably thinks I'm scared as shit now.

     Well, I have this strange need to prove him wrong. I nod my head and slowly reach a hand in hound's direction. I don't stop even when he starts to growl quietly. He won't hurt me, I know this. I don't know where I got this confidence, I just feel this strange urge to pat him on a head, and a quiet voice in my head says "Go on, nothing will happen". I put my hand slowly on his head, he doesn't protest. I think I even see his bony tail wagging a little. His black pupils widen under the touch of my fingers. It feels weird to pet a dog directly on his skull, but it's nice and smooth. It's definitely an unforgettable thing.

     "I can certainly tell that you're the first person ever to pet a hellhound" demon says with a surprise in his voice. "That's cool. Bullseye?" The dog turns head in Andras' direction. "Enough cuddles. Get him to the master." Bullseye barks and stands up. He looks in my direction, as if asking to follow him. "Just follow him, he'll lead you directly to the master."

     I nod and follow the hound. He leads me to the corridor he came from. It's quite narrow and really, really high. I don't know how long is it though, because it's completely dark and I can't even see Bullseye in front of me. I rely on my ears and his steps on a wet floor.

     I don't know how long are we walking yet, it feels like hours and nothing changed. Still narrow, still dark, still humid. My shirt is clammy from sweat and humidity from the air. Suddenly the hound stops, so rapidly I almost trip over him. He barks once, this sound echoes all over the corridor, causing whistling in my ears. I guess this is some kind of password, because after a while the gate opens and blinds me with a bright light. Dog walks out to the big, black room, that is even more humid than the corridor. However here I can see where I'm going, because of lighting, that weren't in the corridor.

     The cracked rocks under my feet hiss with hoy air as I step on them. Bullseye walks slowly trough the room, lifting his head proudly, leading me to another corridor. This one is way shorter, and ends with another room, that looks like a hybrid f an office with a living room.

     The walls are black and red, which probably are every room's in here colors. On the ceiling I can see a big, bright red chandelier, that looks like it was made of real, fist-size rubies. Woah. Just... Woah. I can't do nothing but gasp and stare. It has to be Devil's room, because it's the best and most comfortable place I've sen in here. Only when the dog barks to announce our presence I notice the big black desk in the corner of the room. Someone's sitting behind, and as he senses our presence, he turns back.

     I see a throne and a creature sitting on it. I can't call it human, cause it certainly isn't. I can't see no humanity in him. He stands up and walks few steps, reducing the gap between us. Now I can tell that he is huge and tall, at least 2,5 meters. I couldn't say that when he was sitting. He looks like an unsuccessful experiment, a hybrid between human, ram and a raven. His skin is dark grey, ragged and tearing off, his long, black tail followed by red scraps of material. Behind his back are two giant raven-like wings, at least 2 meters each. But what is most shocking in his appearance is his head. Well, at least what's left of his head, which is his skull. Certainly inhuman skull, considering two horns growing out on both sides of his head. Big, sharp, winding horns.

     "Aiden!" He shouts, causing shivers on whole surface of my skin. He has this kind of voice that could be heard on many many miles. I can't hide the fact, that it scares me. "I was waiting for you." He says with sadness in his voice. Wait... Sadness? "Yeah, waiting.... So long, Aiden. So long, my son..."