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Unshattered 1: Team AlphaCold darkness.Unshattered 1: Team Alpha by BlitzwingRox
That is all that lies in space. The empty blackness of the vaccum. The eternity of nothingness that threatens to envelope the mind.
Xero had withdrawn deep within herself before the darkness could claim her. Her systems were all but shut down, preserving energy. She did not know for how many stellar cycles she had floated there in space, her armor torn apart by battle wounds. She could vaguely sense her two remaining teammates nearby. She did not want to think about them at the moment. The three of them had committed an atrocious act together, for the sake of their survival. They had drained the last reserves of power from the remains Hotwire and Longshot in order to keep themselves alive. Desecration of their deceased comrades was the only way they had found to live. They had waited for a rescue to come, the solarcycles slipping by one at a time. However, no aid ever came. The Decepticons had done enough work to damage not only their ship, the Shadowrunner, but also to
Amatores | Levi x ReaderAmatores | Levi x Reader by unraveledtruth
No matter how much you do, the documents seem to continue piling on. It wasn’t until the commander caught you up in the late hours, a brow raised in question before he told you to go to bed. You didn’t want to-- the paperwork wouldn’t get done anytime soon, and it needed to be processed. Besides, Erwin could use the help, regardless of what he said.
However, protest wasn’t an option. Before you could say anything, he shook his head, offering a small smile before dismissing you, leaving you alone in the office once more.
You really could have disobeyed, but it was too difficult to stay awake. Promising yourself to finish the work tomorrow, you slip into your room, eyes widening slightly at the sight that greets you. Levi is already in bed-- something that rarely happens. He’s usually working much later than you are. The creak from the door wakes him up, eyes squinting before he can identify that it’s you. A disgruntled expression on sharp features, a
AtC: OverprotectiveThe familiar squeak of the hinge as you pushed open Rivaille's door made you smile as you entered, watching as your husband looked up from the window he was standing at. He glanced at you for a moment without greeting before turning back to whatever has captured his interest down in the courtyard below.AtC: Overprotective by Zephyros22
A playful smile danced on your lips as you strode over to where your husband stood, hands folded behind his back.
"I brought you lunch." You declared, setting a small basket of groceries down on the surface of his desk. Rivaille did not look up. You paused for a moment, observing him.
His brow was furrowed in an expression of frustration or mild anger, you weren't sure. His mouth was a taut line, his eyes half lidded as he stared down at the courtyard.
"What are you looking at?" You asked, though you already knew. You wandered over to the window, placing a small peck on Rivaille's cheek before gazing down into the courtyard.
A young lady, with dark feathery
AtS: The Bathtub"You're filthy."AtS: The Bathtub by Zephyros22
Rivaille looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with discontent at your current state. Mud caked your boots, your shirt and jacket clung to your skin like a second skin. Your hands were scraped, and there was a bruise beginning to bloom on your temple.
"What the hell happened to you?" Rivaille hissed, seizing your arm and bringing it up to his face to inspect the blood running down your wrists from the lacerations on the heel of your palms.
"I banged into a tree." You muttered, feeling a little ashamed of yourself now. Yet, despite the current situation, you found yourself smiling with amusement at Rivaille's annoyance. "We were training out in the forest and my gear malfunctioned and it was raining and-EEEEHH!!"
You squealed indignantly as you were roughly thrown over a bony shoulder, scrambling for balance as Rivaille began to walk forward, kicking open the office door and striding briskly down the corridor.
You knew exactly where you were hea