Commander

-Leave a “Befriend Me” in my ask and I’ll write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.

-Leave a “Humor Me” in my ask and I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.

-Leave a “Love Me” in my ask and I’ll write a fluffy drabble with our characters.

-Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask and I’ll write a dirty drabble with our characters.

-Leave a “Break Me” in my ask and I’ll write an angsty drabble with our characters.

-Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask and I’ll write a drabble about our characters fighting together [with or against, feel free to specify].

-Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask and I’ll write a drabble about my/your character killing the other. [Specify]

-Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

-Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours. [As a ghost or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

-Leave me a “I ship you with ___” in my ask and I’ll will write our characters kissing.

Includes

Battle intro:

Victory:

Defeat:

The sight of Irvin like this, it was depressing. This was it… the reason why all despair should fall onto him. He was already lost, but no one should be dragged down with him. It was unfair to people who held so much promise and hope within them. Clenching his fists, he was about to leave immediately, not wanting to ruin anyone else’s image of him… but…

“… You didn’t regenerate with your arm, huh?” It was a stupid comment… obvious and seemingly insincere. But he didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to address any of the problems that he wanted to so badly. He wasn’t asked to sit beside the resurrected man, but, Irvin had done so for Nate once before and it seemed like the right thing to do. Granted, what he viewed as the right thing was usually wrong but Nate knew more than anyone how it felt to lose so much after death.

He tried to ignore him, but with the other sitting down next to him, he didn't have a choice. He could have told the lad to fuck off, but what difference would it make.

"Armin said he didn't cut off my arm, so this must have happened before I came back." He didn't know what else to say. He couldn't so much really tell the boy who did it, after all, seeing as he didn't know who the one who took his arm was in the first place. It was a mystery to him and the rest of those who cared for him. Clenching the fist of his left hand as he dropped his monomessenger, he looked up, blue eyes meeting earthy brown.

Holding out the other arm, he cocked his head, the scarring on his neck stretching. Two thick ones circling around, and one thin one along the side, over his major vessels. "I worked out both arms equally. The only issue I'm seeing thus far is writing. I can't make new plans like this."

He pulled the blankets over him up a little further. He had forgone a shirt in favor of the bandages wrapping around his stomach. What was the point of a shirt on him when his wounds would just need to be changed again and again. Out of everything that had happened thus far, the loss of his arm was horrid. Even worse than when he lost his leg. Even then, he was helped by Sophie. Now, he doesn't even know if she loved him like she did anymore.

Pursing his lips, he couldn't help but release a sharp laugh at the other's words. "I take it you didn't pay attention. I'm a sham. All plans, tossed out like yesterday's trash." Running his hand through his hair, he gripped on the back of it, yanking on the length as he lowered his hand. Yep, this was real all right. Not just a twisted, cruel dream.

It felt like one, being comforted by Nate, of all fucking people.

"Y'wanna know what happened to the people who looked up to me last time? One of them went fucking apeshit, the other quit, and the other died. OK? My men are scattered. Not even the one who I ordered to kill me is still under my ranks. What does it matter if I'm a hero or not. Humanity has survived on the brink, and I couldn't even make a dent in the numbers piled against us." He dug his nails into the sheet under him, teeth clenching down. A sharp metal taste burst as he bit down into his cheek, an attempt to calm himself. Someone had to be the one to sacrifice his humanity for the rest of the world to survive, but what happened when humanity turned its back on the monster it created?