His original design is so perfectly ugly, and I tried to keep that here… Though I accidentally made him look a lot cooler, IMO…
Also, my sister has a pet peeve about characters who have animal forms or whatever, and the fur not matching the character(s) original hair color… So I made his Titan blonde.. You’re welcome Ody…
Since I've not been here in a hot moment, I'm gonna 'bulk post' my latest works so they're out!
Since the last time I've posted, I've added a couple more x Oc works to my 'Portfolio', as well as a few commissions and gifts! I've also opened comissions finally! And even made a Carrd that I'll add in a post after this one!
I have either reached the 1st draft (or less) and now just don't really know where to take the story anymore.
Or as with my Zeke fic- I keep overthinking, I "need" it to be perfect, and it never is.
I am starting to very highly doubt my skill.
I can see i have gotten better again, after I started writing FF. (had taken a long writing break + never thought writing in English would be sm different from Norwegian XD. point being, I feel I took some steps back, and started climbing the skill ladder again, and now I feel I am stuck)
“You're a terrible shot.” The man whose voice reached her ears was slowly making his way up the hill towards her. In his hand, he carried with him a basket, unevenly weighted, harboring something heavy.
“Who said I wanted to kill you?”
“You had murder in your eyes, ‘Kasa.”
“You made yourself a target, Floch.” Laughter erupted as the man tossed himself down by the woman, his hazel eyes quickly taking in how her black hair seemed almost brown in the strong sun.
“So you admit it? You're a terrible shot, and you did want to kill me.”
“Obviously.” she replied, lifting her hand to push some of her hair back behind her ear. Wild hair that had escaped the restraints of the hair tie she kept it in. “One out of two things is true.” she offered him a mischievous smile. “I was happy to just decommission you, too, which I managed.” A groan met her laughter.
“You couldn't have made it temporary?” His eyes now travelled to his shoulder, the aching pain never once leaving him. Not even in his sleep, for in his dreams he replayed the moment that nearly became his death; over and over again.
“No.” the woman's voice was as sweet as honey. “Fuck you.”
“Fair enough.”
The pair shared a meal under the scolding sun. Attempting to forget their past, only the gods above had the right to judge them. Between them, somewhere beneath the ground, laid the man that had formed these informal meetings between two former enemies. They had met here, many months ago. One of them here to curse, scream, and cry, while the other stood idly by to silently mourn what could have been. Now these picnics were a weekly occurrence, but besides the occasional banter, the two never brought up the crimes of their past. They knew that neither of them were capable or willing to forget, but good company was scarce nowadays. For now, watching over an old friends grave, listening to the birds sing, together, would keep them sane.
Notes:
This fic was abandoned for a while, and it was supposed to be so much more than it is.
I hope to write them again, but i believe this is a pairing (romantic and platonic) i can mainly see in a modern setting.
Person A letting Person B warm their cold hands under their shirt.
(634 words)
Work Text:
Seeing the flame take life, Farlan felt a cheer bubble up in the bottom of his chest. it had been a while now, since something so small had offered him such joy. Though of course, the smallness of this task was debatable. The winter was rough, and every opening from to the underground city was gushing in air so cold it felt like ones very breath would turn to ice.
The house the man shared with his vertically challenged friend seemed to have stood abandoned for years. it was nothing more than a room with enough space to lay down in, and enough room to pull in a table, some chairs, and a spot to cook on. chairs, which by the way, no longer had any back rests on behalf of the two young men having decided to sacrifice them to the mouth of the fire that refused to have itself made. An abandoned house with a leaky roof and a hole in the wall big enough for a child- or Levi, to crawl through. A house which had been abandoned for a reason, but when running away from the trouble they had caused the day they met, this rotten place had looked like the garden of Eden laid plain before them.
¨Here.¨ Levi who had sat outside with a bag and a knife, finally stepped inside, crossing the creaking floor to place the same bag, now lighter by a bit, down upon their table. ¨You finally did it, huh-¨
¨The chairs were the answer to our prayer.¨ Farlan put a pot of water above the fire before he stepped over the floor to inspect Levi's work.
The potatoes were peeled, and the mold had been cut away. When they had picked this bag off of the street, they had wondered why it was laid down so plain for the steal, it wasn't like the people down here to perform good deeds. The smell had offered them the answer to their question, but there was no space for complaint, times are hard, and food is food, no matter how many full potatoes turn into halves.
Once done inspecting what remained of their rations, Farlan turned towards his companion, ready to offer him some snarky remark. Instead he wound up simply watching the other man. Levi held his hands up to his face, his breath sounding heavy as it crashed with the now blueish trembling hands of the short man. This had bought Farlan's silence, instead of whatever teasing remark he had wished to come with, a scoff was all that escaped him. It was much alike Levi to put his work before his health, that much Farlan had learned early on.
Without a word, Farlan pulled the other man closer to the fire, holding his own hands above it, but Levi did not move, instead he had given his friend a look, one that immediately caused Farlan to feel like he had crossed the edge to stupidity. Of course the extreme heat wouldn't be desirable right now. He had another idea, but he was certain Levi would be quick to put it down if he voiced it. ¨Come here.¨ The taller man said as he gripped the others hands in his own before slowly guiding them underneath the fabric of his shirt. As expected, Levi had tried to resist, but far from as strongly as Farlan had expected him to. The way Farlan flinched when Levi allowed his hands to lay upon his skin, had even caused the short man to let out a small amused breath of air. ¨Thank you.¨ Levi whispered as he allowed himself to relax against the other man, closing his eyes as he allowed his head to rest upon Farlan's chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.
Notes:
A very short fic for our discords bi-weekly challenge.
i have never written Farlan before, not like this at least, and no i didn't go back to fact check his behaviors. i hope he isn't too OOC