#mitra answers

[mitraavrs]

your lestat GQ cover art is aaaaaamaze

haha thank you ! im really on a roll with all this rockstar lestat art im so glad everyone is liking the art as much as i've been enjoying making it :D

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Varuna: I'm gonna ask you a question.

Mitra: Okay.

Varuna: Don't freak out.

Mitra: Fine.

Varuna: Do you like me?

Mitra: ......What do you mean do I like you?

Varuna: Like... Do you have a crush on me?

Mitra:

Mitra: Varun we've been dating for like 5 years now-

[yaksha-garden]

HELPED perhaps? 👀

The rain was really coming down now. The forest paths started to look like rivers, and Eden would be swept up in it. Their fault really, for not leaving this dream sooner. All they had to do was pluck the feelings out like berries from a bush and be on their way, and yet-

-they were caught staring at a multi-coloured sky, and even now the rain clouds looked more like an aurora in palette than rain clouds. Eden had never actually seen an aurora before, and they never expected to see a real one, those didn't really happen in Kubera's Prism. This was as close as they'd get, staring up the clouds, nearly drowning in monsoon rain. Maybe they'd even get swept away by the dissolving dreamscape.

Then, the edge of an umbrella eclipsed the clouds.

Eden looked over their shoulder. At the other end of the umbrella's handle stood the man holding it over their head - the dreamer, no doubt. Eden froze up, wide-eyed. He gazed back with similarly wide, dark eyes, behind a pair of cracked glasses, stray raindrops gliding down them.

"Can I walk with you?" he finally asked, with a nervous smile. "It's raining hard enough to drown."

[Glimpses Of The Past meme: still open x]

[frogmascquerade]

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[lara4eclipze]

“teach me”

sypnosis; you weren't exactly dumb but we're lazy yet when she started teaching you your grades went up—what did she do to make that happen

cw; age gap! y/n is 19 Lara is 23 , mean , teasing , smut , face sitting , dirty talk ,spoiled and rich y/n, inspired by this

original idea;@ivemiese / thankss

ALSOO happy birthday my love Lara!! , I'm so happy she's turning 19!! , gosh heres a birthday fic for the rajberries!

to say you were failing was an understatement your grades were plunging down the toilet yet you didn't do anything to change it

your parents were rich anyways you'll get the company by 5 more years , there's no point in studying

well your parents cared about your grades , tutor after tutor yet nothing worked , either you were mean to them or they quit out of pity for you

"mom I told you already these tutors are just not helping" you pout to your mom knowing she'll always fall for it

"well I still got you one — my friend Mitra recommended her to me" your mom sighs

you grunt in frustration, running up to your room muttering some profanity under your breath

—ʚɞ

school was as boring as everyday , you hated this place I mean you went to a very expensive university yet you can't seem to find people you would like to interact with

"disgusting" you scoff as an student accidentally bumps into you

after school was as worse, well atleast now you can rot in bed or go in a shopping spree

"darling your tutor came early today , shes in you room" your mother says to you before going out the door

your mom associates herself with other housewives of rich men , you told her countless times she'll just get influenced by those big head women but she never listened

you enter your room after you change into some oversized tee and short shorts

"hi there" the girl waves at you , oh. my. god. she was hot , gorgeous , smart based on how she's supposed to tutor you and god she looked so fine

"hi..y/n's the name" you said sitting next to her , shamefully (or not so) you check her out , her waist was beautiful her finger were long you wonder how it will feel inside of you

"Lara — raj , anyways I'll tutor you math and science for about 4 hours today" she said , she noticed how you didn't respond so she tsks

well that's until she realizes what you were doing...

"hey didn't your mother teach you checking out people is extremely perverted... especially when they're older than you?" she said her voice lowering

"what? I didn't — pfft what?" you try to play it off but judged by the smirk on her face you knew it wouldn't work

—✧˖*°࿐

after the day she quizzed you on the topic to make sure you understood it

"2/10? are you serious?" she questions

"what?" you ask as if it's normal

"you answered me flawlessly earlier" she reasons

"well maybe I need motivation" you snap back

her gears were turning but an idea struck her

"alright then"

obviously the time was done so she had to go, what a great start you thought, Great thing your tutor now was not boring

admittedly she is hot , a hot nerd you thought to yourself

—✧˖*°࿐

you try to find her social media online and see that she was older than you

"23?, not bad" you sigh

she posted loads of pictures, videos she looked well off why is she wasting her time tutoring spoiled rich kids then?

—✧˖*°࿐

the next day you didn't go to school since you were just lazy, plus what were you gonna do there anyways?

sit down and learn where and when Picasso farted?

although excitingly your pretty tutor was still coming today , you decided to go the extra mile and get ready for her wearing some of your skimpiest outfits

"you look great honey" your mom pipes up as she leaves the house

now we wait , you slouch in your room waiting for her , until..

"hey" she enters your room escorted by your maid

"oh hi.." you said back , deciding to pull your top down a bit

her eyes trailed down , you smirk at her reaction, ahh the hard work paid off i guess

"can we do math first" you plead to her giving her your best weapon ,doe eyes

she reluctantly agreed , chuckling at your actions

god she looked amazing with her glasses , her pierced nose, you can't even focus on what she's teaching you

"do you get it?" she asks

"yes" you replied

"okay then let's quiz you..— you know since yesterday I saw how you looked at me , so let's play a game"

"for every score over 5 you get a special prize , if you get anything lower well it sucks to be you cause you won't get anything" the older says , your eyes lit up at the mentions of prize

"alright then" you said

—✧˖*°࿐

"9/10?.. pretty good" she purrs , god her voice was like heroin so addicting but so bad for you

"tell me when you don't feel comfortable okay?" she asks , fuck being confused you needed her in you NOW

"mhm" you hum out , your heart thumping in synch with her movements her hands in your inner thighs her other one flipping up your skirt

soaked , wet , whatever it was you just needed her so bad

she ties up her hair , some strands falling to frame her face , her breathing gets heavy , the view was amazing, shes quite literally face to face with your cunt ,

"fucking slut" she tsks as she pulls away your undergarments a string of your nectar connecting it to your cunt

"'m not" you were but it felt humiliating , in a good way cause as much as you hate to admit it her degrading you with that voice is just perfect

a beat passes by and her tongue , it felt perfect, gosh her tongue passed by your tight entrance every now and then

"fuck please!" you whine , you felt like you were gonna orgasm just by this yet you needed more

"greedy girl" she says in a condescending tone , mocking the way you whined for her

finally she enters your slick entrance , her tongue reaching places you never thought of

your head lolled back as you moan her name like a mantra , your hands entangled in her hair as you push her head

"right nghm there!" you moan as she hits a particularly gummy spot in you

she chuckles , the vibration sending shockwaves through you , your eyes seeing stars your mouth open drooling due to the fact you can't go a second without moaning or even whining for her

"you close? — your greedy cunny is sucking me in" the older says as she redoubled her efforts her nose bumping your clit every now and then

"shit please! let me cum!" yes it was pathetic, but it felt oh so right ,

"hold it in for me princess" she replied

"please"

"do it or you won't get to finish at all" she threatens , her voice lowering

tears start to fall on your face due to the pleasure, sniffling while moaning, that's new

—✧˖*°࿐

"oh darling are you guys done already?" Lara bumps into your mom as she was going out the door

"yes ma'am , glad to see her improve" the red head replied

"I'm so thankful for you , I haven't seen y/n get along with any of her tutor before" the older woman excitedly said

"must be special then" Lara teased

—✧˖*°࿐

"6/10? what happened honey?" The older asks looking at your paper

your frown at her , what are you gonna get now :((

"don't worry lets make a compromise" she stands up locking your door slowly she removes her top

her abs were on display begging you to ride them , her boobs were perfect to be gagged on

next down was her skirt , along with her socks , shit her thighs were beautiful you itched to touch her

as your hands tried to make its way to her waist she slaps it

"ouch" you pout at her

"study next time , stupid girls don't get to have the privilege of getting fucked mkay?" she pouts back , teasing you as you practically were about to cry

"i hate you" you mumble

"we both know you don't" she replied, wearing her clothing

—✧˖*°࿐

"surprisingly miss her grades had been better , see it was D last semester now it's a B" your professor explains to your mother

you couldn't help but grin , I mean is this who she calls lazy?

maybe you were lazy but never ever were you dumb

"okay spill it what do you want for that grade" your mother says whilst in the car

"oh come on do you think of me so lowly mom?" you rhetorically ask

"but since you insist , can you schedule more of my tutoring with Lara?" you said trying to fight off smiling at the thought

"oh—i expected worse" your mother chuckles

"is that a yes?"

"obviously!" your mother replied happily

—✧˖*°࿐

"stupid slut" she whispers as her fingers hit all the right spots her lips on your neck

getting a score of 8 meant that she'll finger you, a win is a win yet it intrigued you what will you get for 10

"head filled with me fuckin her she can't even respond" she harshly said as she pinches your clit , and then going deeper

"please mo-mommy!" you didn't even realized it slipped out of your mouth till it did

"my whore" she spits as she fingers throb in pain , not a minute passed and you were gushing around them , she chuckles as her fingers dripped in your cum

"suck" she said as she forces her fingers in your mouth , she maintained eye contact as you gag around her digits

"perfect" she said afterwards, she carries you to bed making sure you were alright

"I'm okay" you reassure her

—✧˖*°࿐

school wasn't any better today , but good enough you got to recite here and there

going home was another story , everything was loud due to the party your dad hosted for his business partners or what ever they were

"god!" you scoff , as you open the door you were pulled in by Lara who giggles

"heard you had a good day?" she teases

"now your stalking me? , how interesting miss raj " you hum back

"Oh please " she laughs

she settles your bag in the chair near your desk , sitting down

"ready for your quiz" she asks smirking , she knew what she was doing and it's driving you crazy

"yes I studied hard for this one" you replied

"ooh you might just get what you deserve..." she trails off , you spot her grinning as you take the quiz

—✧˖*°࿐

you don't know if it was a miracle or just a dream but you were buried in between Laras thighs right now having the meal you much deserve after a long ass day

her low moans and wet noises make you go crazy

"fuck baby , go faster" she moans

you chuckle going even faster , like an animal who was starved for weeks , her cunt was perfect sweet and savory soft and so inviting it sucked you in practically

maybe hours passed and you were still down there , she was overstimulated but who cares fuck everything

"baby too much-"

"but" you give her the doe eyes and here she goes losing again

"fine" she said breathlessly as she lays back accepting your tongue again , your face dripped with her cum which was too perfect for her to see

—✧˖*°࿐

"Mom! Lara's staying for the night!" you scream

"fine" your mother replied

"eek she said yes! , now which one first" you said laying out a plethora of straps

"are you joking?" she asks

"no , now which one this one's cute pink and white"

[abiatackerman]

A stupid promise

⚔️Levi Ackerman x Female Scout Reader⚔️

Canon universe! Fully Romance! Age gap! Sweet!Fluff and comfort! 1.4k words!

Summary: Falling for a captain who's 10 years older than you was stupid. Making a promise with him in the middle of the night was stupider!

Tags: @laevieee @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @anti-cupid @meowmewow7 @mikabella7 @ellazenin

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Falling in love with someone who's almost 10 years older than you is crazy. But it feels more like stupidity than craziness when the man is not just "some men" but technically your superior and the leader of your squad.

You can't blame yourself. His handsome face always makes people think that he's in his 20's. You thought the same too. But when you heard from Petra that he's actually in his thirties, you were heartbroken.

This is actually maddening how his behaviour gives you hope too! Why can't he just act rude and stoic just like he behaves with other soldiers? Why does he have to nod whenever you would smile and wave at him instead of ignoring you? Why does he have to act more gently when he's teaching you how to fight? Can't he understand he's making this too hard for you?

You rub your temple as you close the book you were reading with frustration. You know it's your fault, you always act gentle and sweet around him even though his expressions are scary. But that's how you actually act around everyone! Can't he just ignore you and be more rude? That'll make things easier.

"You look frustrated."

You look up at the sound of Petra's voice and remove your hand from your forehead.

"Hey sorry.... I didn't notice you."

You say softly with a tired smile as she smiles back too. She's currently your roommate, also your squadmate. You both were selected by Levi.

Petra's selection makes sense. She's a fiery soldier with amazing fighting skills. But you? Even after being taught directly by Levi the best you can do is protect yourself and escape. You tried to ask Levi why he picked you up and he just answered casually.

"You'll be able to stitch us up if we get hurt."

That's what he's answer was....

"Captain called you...."

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Petra's voice. You smile worriedly.

"At this hour? The last thing I want now is to spread rumors about us."

You say bitterly making Petra chuckle as she sits beside you.

"You're more worried about losing your self control and doing something inappropriate, aren't you?"

You bite your lower lip at her words and Petra shakes her head. She pulls you off your bed by your wrists and pushes you towards the door.

"I bet it's something serious, Y/N. You know how captain Levi is, right? If it wasn't something serious he never would have called you! He told Oluo to let you know. I met Oluo by chance in the hallway and he told me. Even he looked worried! Go!"

You sigh and nod at her words as you walk towards Levi's office. Your heart is jumping with excitement, nervousness and fear. Some inappropriate, sinful thoughts are haunting you and you can't just shove them off.

You treat Levi often so you've seen his body plenty of time and god forbid.... He's sexier even though he's short. You'd gladly let him do whatever he wants with you... Even you would be he's plaything even if he wants....

Thanks to just how crazy you are, for him.

You cough and clear your voice and knock on his door. You swear you can feel your own heartbeat.

"Come in."

The candlelight is illuminating the cozy organised room with a delicate glow. It's clean as usual and filled with the fresh smell with his....

Along with the smell of blood.....

"Captain Levi!!!!! My god what happened?"

Panicked, you run towards him. There's a huge wound on his arm which seems like a pretty deep stab. Levi is trying to stitch the wound up.

"Went to Mitras for inspection. Near the underground. Met some past rivals on the way. Didn't see it coming."

As always, blunt and straight. But you're happy he explained. Nodding you take the surgical thread from him. As you keep stitching silently you feel your hand shake slightly as your eyes tear up.

Levi doesn't even flinch, but you know it's stinging. When the tread is entering his skin, going through his muscles drawing blood in front of your eyes.... You just can't bear it anymore.

"I heard you were pretty good? Turns out you're pathetic."

You flinch at Levi's words and look at him with wide eyes filled with tears. He's not not even looking at you.....

Right, you were always delusional....

"I... I'm so sorry captain..... For disappointing you."

You mumble, focusing on his wounds again. You hear Levi sighing as he leans back a little, displaying his built abs and chest in front of you, making you blush.

Right, his upper body is bare. You didn't notice because you were too worried and panicked about the wound. Now that you have finally noticed it, his smell hits your nose, making you go crazy.

This can't gets any worse.

"Tch, listen.... I'm your captain, you're my subordinate. We've dedicated our hearts to kill those filthy creatures, we don't have time for whatever you're thinking. So forget it."

His words stings, but he's right as always.

You finish stitching him up and nod. Damping a clean cloth on water, you start to clean his blood off.

"That's what my brain says, but my heart doesn't listen."

You bite your lower lip after saying this. What have you done? It sounds like a stupid-common dialogue from typical romance books.

But Levi doesn't read those, right?

"Tch, how cheesy. Listen brat, you should listen to your brain, not heart. Otherwise you won't be able to survive in this shitty world and I can do that myself."

Levi tries to take the cloth from your hand but you shake your head.

"No captain. This is the only reason you've put me in your squad. Let me do my job properly, otherwise I'll feel bad."

You say looking at him pleadingly and Levi "tch"s again. You just smile a little, wiping your eyes with your shoulder and keep cleaning his wound silently. As some moments pass, you speak with hesitation,

"Please captain, don't hate me."

You say with desperation as you wrap a bandage around his wound. You patiently wait for his answer and remove your hands from his arm. And then.... You feel his hand on your head.

"Idiot, why would I hate you for liking me?"

Your eyes widen with surprise as you look up at him. He pats your head and before you realise, tears start to fall shamelessly from your eyes.

"Tch, look I don't know how to handle a girl when she cries. If you would have cried because someone has hurt you I would have beat the shit out of him but this is frustrating. Don't cry."

He pats your head awkwardly and you chuckle through your tears and wipe them off.

"Brat listen, you're a nice girl. I do hope you survive through these shits and get someone who's kind like you. Forget about me, I'm just an old man."

He says in his usual tone and you glare at him.

"What if I survive till the end with you? And what if I'll still love you in the future even when you'll be old? Will you give me a chance?"

You ask in a stubborn tone and Levi gets up from the bed.

"We'll see. If you survive and won't get bored of this old man, I might give you a chance to impress me. Now go and sleep, it's late."

Levi says those words, not looking at you. Actually he's trying to hide his smile from you. It's not secret that he's gentlest around you. Now if he's gonna show you his smile because of your adorable acts, it'll give you more hope, which he doesn't want.

"That's a promise, captain. Good night."

He looks at you over his shoulder as he tries to put on his shirt.

"Yeah, the stupidest promise this shitty humanity has ever heard of."

He says sarcastically as you laugh and walk towards the door. He's face softens as you wave him goodbye and walk out of his room.

He knows he shouldn't have made a stupid promise like this. He knows he shouldn't have fallen for you in the first place. You're his subordinate and it's just not right.

But he's a human too, with a heart. And that's why he wishes he'll be able to keep that stupid promise.

Is that too much to ask? After all the shits he has been through, can't he at least deserve this?

He sighs as he shakes the thoughts out of his head and walks towards the stove to prepare his black tea. He has a lot of shitty paperwork to do after all!

[kkoga]

5. Talk ┈─★ WC : 180

Masterlist ! next !

As Y/n walks around HYBE, trying to find where her manager was, the girl finally finds her, waving her down.

Y/n hurries, and apologizes for being a minute late. Her manager tells her it's alright, and rushes the girl to enter the room right next to them.

As Y/n enters the room, she is met with Daniela, Missy, and Mitra. You let out a low awkward chuckle. What the fuck had you gotten yourself into?

"Ah— Y/n. Take a seat."

Mitra sighs, and starts explaining the situation after you were shown the pictures.

"Since Daniela has already been seen leaving your house, we might as well take advantage of the situation. It's... going to be temporary. But we'd like both of you to be in a pr relationship with each other." Bomb dropped.

You were panicked— did Daniela say yes to this? What would your answer be? If you said no, would they force you?

"Do... do I have a choice?" You look at your manager, and she shakes her head as a no.

"Well... okay."

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[softcursechoso]

Memoirs from a Gilded Cage: CH. 1

Attack on Titan x Reader

Masterlist

MDNI! FROM THIS SENTENCE ON YOU ARE AGREEING THAT YOU ARE 18+

FROM THIS SENTENCE ON NO SPOILERS ARE OFF LIMITS!

Black!Reader

Levi x Reader

Erwin x Reader

Eventual Romance/Slow Burn

CH. 1 Warnings: None

Summary: As a privileged member of Mitras' elite, your life has been one of comfort and prestige—until your father’s sudden illness unearths a shocking revelation buried in his memoirs. What you discover shatters the foundation of your world, drawing you into the shadowy depths of the underground. Driven by a hunger for answers, you embark on a perilous journey through unforgiving streets. Along the way, you uncover not just buried truths, but the strength, love, and self-worth you never could have imagined.

Words: 5k+

CHILD OF THE SUNRISE

High above the sky you were. The moonlight reflecting off of your skin like sunlight against the finest jewels. A gorgeous red dress flowing behind you. No wall to hold you back, as you could soar over it with ease. Freedom alas. A premonition begotten.

“My lady, we have arrived.” A gentle voice called to you.

Your eyes cracked open, and certainly you were not above the sky. No. You were grounded right where you always were. Hm… what an interesting dream…

Greville Estate : 1:35pm : Mitras

Your black heels clicked softly against the freshly polished marble flooring, and echoed in the vast hallway. The long royal blue curtains were pulled open and let in the balmy afternoon rays. Fresh poppies lined the windows outside, which caused a lot of little visitors to stop by. You loved the butterflies and the bees, maybe even envied them. They had freedom that you didn’t. 

The Greville Estate was a sight to behold. Even amongst the wealthy here in Mitras, this home still turned heads. It was grand. It was gaudy. It was… your childhood home. A place you grew up and lived most of your days until recently. 

“Oh! Goodness! You scared me!” A young man of high class nearly ran into you as you were turning the corner. “You can’t be walking around here looking like that.”

Dark brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a smug ass grin that you just wanted to slap right off of his face sometimes. Your brother; Cassius Greville.

“Looking like what?” Your eyebrow rose. 

You were certain he wasn’t actually talking about your appearance. As the most revered seamstress in Mitras, there was no way he had anything to say about your clothing. A long sleeve, hand beaded, open back, form fitting, black dress. You were light years ahead of your time in terms of fashion, and he knew that. Maybe he was talking about…

“Your hair.” He shrugged, “It’s just- so crazy today.”

Of course he was talking about that. You were what people called a medical anomaly… if they were being nice that is. One of one. Brown skin, curly hair, and features like none other. You looked nothing like your late mother Celeste Greville, nor did you look like your father. Was the world really so cruel to curse you with this diseased brown skin? Yes, though you’d word it a little differently.

“It’s not crazy idiot.” You rolled your eyes, “This is just how it looks when I don’t straighten it. How’s father anyway?”

“Asking about you again. He swears you’ll leave him for good every time you get up to take a piss.” Cassius brushed past you, “Go say hi, favorite child .”

You stood slightly sideways as your brother shoulder bumped you. He really was in a mood today. It’s true, you were always your father’s favorite, but now that he was on his deathbed the genuine feelings about his kids were coming out, and Cassius was on the bottom of that totem pole. 

Finally you fully turned the corner, faced with two massive double doors. You’d pull it open and walk into your father’s room. There he lay sick and frail in his grand oak bed. Canopy pulled open for his visitors to see him. At his bedside in a white high back throne chair was your sister. She stood up to greet you.

Dark brown hair and blue eyes just like your brother. Pale skin and pink cheeks. The epitome of beauty. Tinsley Greville.

Her hand fluffed your curls before she gave you a hug. “It’s cute.” She smiled. “Father is sleeping now, but I’m sure he’ll still want you at his bedside.” 

You nodded, “Okay.” 

Your sister closed the door and you’d walk to your father’s bedside, giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. As you did, his pale, sickly blue eyes cracked open followed by a weak smile.

“My little angel.” He grabbed your hand. 

“Yeah.” You smiled softly as you attempted not to give way to the sadness of the moment.

His eyes closed once again, and you could tell that he was at peace just from having you nearby. In fact, all of the things he loved were nearby. Your father was a top engineer for the royal government before he fell ill, and he wanted to be surrounded by all of his inventions.

Perhaps that’s why you picked up sewing. Watching your father create masterpieces made you want to make some of your own. Well, in your own way of course.

You walked around the room, your perfectly manicured fingers lightly grazed the showcases displayed about. You looked at them a million times, but it still held intrigue.

In the back of the room was a bookshelf. It was your favorite part of the room, because it held so many books about towns just outside of Mitras. Villages that stood beyond wall Rose. Places that you could never visit beyond just looking at a book, but it was nice to dream.

Ever since you were born you were never allowed to leave the walled capital that is Mitras. That was an order from your father and the royal government that was carried out by the Military Police. Due to your rare condition, they deemed it best to keep you here so it wouldn’t spread to anyone else. Seemed a little unfair. You’d been around your family your whole life and they never got it, but an ordinance is still an ordinance. 

As your eyes traced up the bookshelf, you noticed an unremarkable black book hanging out just a little more than the rest. You’d reach up for the book and pull it from the shelf. Weird. You hadn’t even seen this one before.

Your delicate fingers slid the hard cover open, and just as you did.

“Stop!” Your father yelled in his raspy, sick voice. “P-put that back right now!” He coughed vigorously, “Don’t t-touch that!”

His yelling startled you, causing you to drop the book. Your father never yelled at you even once. Never rose his hand to you. Never said a bad word about you. Why did he snap at you for pulling the book? You were always more than welcome to read anything on the shelf, but why not this?

As you knelt down to pick up the book, your eyes fell on the page it landed on. You skimmed as quickly as you could. A tribe called Kuremi. A group of people with brown skin forced into the underground. A woman named Abeni? A daughter? Wait, what?

“Put it back-k!” Your father nearly choked as he coughed. 

“Sorry father. My dress got caught.” You rose with the book in hand and placed it back on the shelf.

You felt breathless. That book was not a fairytale or some forged documents. That was…  your father’s memoirs. You had to read it again. No. You didn’t have enough time to look at it. Surly you misread it. 

You couldn’t face him. You felt hot, scorching even. You needed to act like everything was fine until he fell asleep again. 

The nurses came in right on time with your father’s medicine. An elixir of herbs that would put him to sleep soon. 

You spoke now attempting to shake off the nervousness in your voice, “I think my father needs another dose of that. His cough is worsening.” You turned around to look at the women, “Please.”

“Of course.” They bowed at your grace.

You’d walk over to the seat your sister formerly occupied and sat with a delicateness that showed no hesitancy, but inside you were all nerves. 

It felt like hours you waited for your father to sleep. The sun was lowering more and more, and all you could think about was getting that one little book off the shelf again. Your hands felt clammy and there was nothing to do but wait. You were in your head. 

Did you read that right? Of course not. You were skimming. 

The time to act was now. Your father was out cold, double dosed on who knows what concoction those nurses gave him. You’d slip out of your heels in order to make less noise as you approached the bookshelf once more.

You reached for the black book and slid it out as best you could. Seemed easy enough. Okay, now where were you? You looked over your shoulder as your father snorted in his sleep. 

With your back turned to him, you flipped quickly and quietly. Aha!

The Kuremi or People of the Sunrise is what they called themselves. Father was there when they were forced underground. Corralled like cattle and shoved into the deep caverns below Mitras. Men, women, and children whose names would be lost to the sands of time.

Their mere existence challenged the belief of what existed beyond the walls. These brown skinned settlers appeared seemingly from thin air and forced underground to be forgotten. Father took an interest in one though. A woman with dark ebony curls and skin like earth after a summer rain. Her name was Abeni. He was in love with her. 

He dug a tunnel from his workshop that reached the underground so he could be with her without causing suspicion. She was terrified of him. She was married to a man, and by the time father met them they were the last two of their kind. All others had been wiped out in a single generation from famine and disease. 

She hated him, but father dragged her up to Mitras anyway and kept her there in secret. The royal government found out and father said he was running experiments so they allowed it. Months later her belly grew round with child. Father knew it wasn’t his. The timing was too quick. The baby was born the same day as Tinsley. Both mothers died in childbirth. 

The Royal Government allowed father to keep this child on the condition that she never leave Mitras. Abeni’s people may have died in the shadows, but their legacy will live on through her daughter. His daughter. The last child of the sunrise…

You clutched your chest as you tried to accept what you just read. There’s no way. There had to be more, right? Your fingers flipped through the pages, and as you did you saw that some were missing. The beginning pages, perhaps about where these people came from.

There has to be answers for this. It was absurd! Father’s old workshop was your current tailoring shop. If that were true, then that meant…

You quickly and quietly put the book of memoirs back in its place. You slipped your shoes back on and sped walked out of the room. Nearly running, you were until you reached outside. The dusk sunset began to settle on you, and you were greeted by a carriage driver and two Military Police escorts.

“I need to go to my shop, now please.” You wanted to make it sound urgent without it being dire. 

One man grabbed your hand as he helped you inside the carriage. Your mind was spiraling. So you weren’t even related to these people you spent your whole life with? You were the child of a woman that your father was obsessed with and tormented until the day she died. He was a monster. Not at all the man you thought you knew. 

If his memoirs were correct, that would mean there should be evidence of something regarding the Kuremi still lingering in the underground. Your father did not see Abeni’s husband, or rather, your biological father, die. It just said he was very sick. Maybe he was still down there, or any evidence of them.

You needed to know the truth. Who were they, and where did they come from? 

As the carriage stopped, you were right in front of your shop. Refurbished from your father’s old workshop. It was beautiful now. Adorned with many windows so customers could see the gorgeous handmade pieces you crafted. 

The door opened for you, and you yawned fictitiously as you were helped out of the carriage. 

“I’m gonna call it a night, okay?” You smiled at the men as you stepped toward your shop. “Sorry, don’t mean to put you on guard duty this early, but I’m kind of tired.”

Yes, the Military Police were tasked with watching over you. When you said it’s time for sleep, that meant it was time for one of them to guard the front of the shop, and the other to guard the rear. 

“Goodnight guys.” You reached into your bag and handed each of them a large bill.

It was the only way you could ever gain an ounce of autonomy in your life. Pay off the guards, and they loosen your leash a bit. Meaning, you do what you do, and they don’t ask questions. Be it inside or outside of the shop. They were your alibi. You were here all night according to them. So long as you didn’t leave Mitras of course.

It wasn’t one of those going out type nights though. No, tonight you were staying in.

As you entered your shop the smell of roses filled your senses. It was nice. Bolts of fabric lined the walls. Mannequins dressed to the nines, and your little workshop in the back behind a closed door so no one had to see what a mess you really were.

You’d draw the thick black curtains of your shop together to give yourself some privacy. Okay, your father said he built a tunnel under his workshop so that he could sneak a woman who didn’t love him up here and hold her captive. With that knowledge this shop didn’t seem quite as homey anymore. 

Obviously the tunnel had to be in your back room. You began to head in that direction. It was the only place that- your thoughts stopped abruptly as your foot walked against something hollow in the flooring. No way you walked through this hall thousands of times and never noticed. Why in the hallway? 

You pulled back the rug and still found nothing remarkable about the floor. It wasn’t until you tapped your foot again that you were sure. You grabbed a pair of shears from a nearby table and placed it in between the cracks. Slowly it lifted, but not just one board, it was a cutout big enough for a person, and a ladder that led into a dark tunnel that seemed to stretch on forever.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Underground : 7:48pm

It seemed like you were descending for hours, though it wasn’t even close to that long. The smell got worse and worse as you lowered. The underground was not for the faint of heart, clearly. 

Your black heels settled onto the craggily floor, and you were in complete pitch blackness. Your hands pressed against the walls, and only one side felt different, wooden. 

You pushed it forward, and that stench hit you like a thousand sand bags. It was awful. As you pushed it more, you stepped in. You were in a room from what it looked like. Damn, you should have brought some candles with you because it was hard to see. 

You would be absolutely beside yourself if you climbed all the way up for some candles, so you figured making a quick trip to the market wouldn’t be too bad. They had markets down here, right?

One of your hands clutched your bag packed full of essentials for your first trip underground. The other hand felt around for a doorknob. Didn’t take too long to find it. You’d twist and walk out into the city of forgotten souls for the first time.

It was so vastly different from Mitras up above. The people down here seemed kind of to themselves. Mean scowls on their faces and ready to act at the drop of a hat. 

“Hey!” One man yelled to you. “The exotic lookin’ broad!”

“Hi.” You said nervously, walking in the opposite direction.

“What’s in the bag?” Another stepped in front of you.

“Fancy clothes.” One laughed in an eerie manner that caused your blood to run cold.

“Thanks.” You smiled quickly and attempted to walk past him.

The first man’s arm stopped you and pushed you into the wall. His hand tracing your waist down to your hips. “You wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?”

“Don’t touch me!” Your eyes were fierce like a woman who no longer had the option of flight. “Get the fuck away from me!” 

The screech of metal piercing stone sounded and you looked above. A man with blonde hair was swinging by with ODM gear. 

“Whoa! Looks like that girl’s in trouble.” Furlan looked over at you. His eyes narrowing as he’d never seen anyone like you down here before. 

You were like a diamond peeking out from the dirt. Your masterpiece of an outfit was a stark contrast to the world around you. Your eyes were quite the trap, able to lure anyone in with just a glance. A testament to your strange mystique.

“We should help.”

“Not our problem.” The uninterested voice of Levi spoke. Yes, not his problem and yet his curiosity couldn’t help but look back not once, but twice. Who the hell?

As the man pulled you closer, a voice sounded behind him. “Let her go. She doesn’t want it. You don’t take no for an answer?” 

As your head tilted a bit to the side, you saw the sandy blonde hair of Furlan, followed by his big blue eyes and a smug grin.

“Leave.” He speaks again, voice like ice.

The man in front of you snarls, shoving you aside. You stumble, catching yourself against the wall. “Think you can tell us what to do? You don’t even belong over here. This ain’t your business.”

“We’re making it our business.” Furlan speaks again.

Levi hops in beside him, he pulls out a blade, twirling it lazily in his hand. “I don’t have the patience for this.”

The gang doesn’t take the hint. They charge. The fight is swift and brutal—a blur of blades and limbs. You press yourself against the wall, heart pounding, as the two strangers dispatch the men with terrifying efficiency. Seemed like it was over in an instant, but you could still describe every brutal second of it.

The sandy haired man wiped his blade clean on the gang leader’s shirt. “Still think you’re tough?” He turns to you, smiling softly. “You alright?”

You nod, hands trembling as they clutch your bag. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Where ya from?” Furlan follows up.

“Hmm, how about- far enough to keep you curious, but close enough to make it dangerous.” You make a joke to cut the tension.

“We don’t have time for this.” Levi spoke. “The MP’s are still on us.”

Your eyes widened, “The MP’s? Wait!” You held your hand out as the two were getting ready to take off.

This wasn't good. Not all MP's were paid off by you so you could wander the streets of Mitras. That being said, even those that were wouldn't hesitate to drag you back topside and snitch if they saw you down here. This was no place for a woman of nobility.

“What?” Levi’s sharp eyes cut in your direction.

“Take me with you, please. I’ll pay you. I can’t get caught.” You rose the bag in your hand, “I stole and I’ll b- ah!”

You let out a sharp squeak as your little spiel was cut short from Levi grabbing your wrist. He’d then hoist you up with surprising ease and take off. Pretty strong for a man of this stature.

Your arms were holding on around his neck for dear life. He fires his ODM gear and the world tilts as you’re suddenly airborne, soaring above the streets.

The wind whips past your face, and for a moment, terror grips you. You clutch Levi tightly, your arms wrapping even more snug around his neck as you bury your face against his shoulder. You tremble, both from fear and exhilaration. The underground spreads out below you. It’s a sprawling maze of shadows and ruins, but from up here, it almost looks beautiful.

Despite the grime and decay, there’s something mesmerizing about the view. The flicker of torchlight, the distant murmur of voices, the labyrinthine alleys that twist and turn like veins beneath the city. It’s awful, yes, but it’s alive. Something stimulating to the eyes that you’d never seen beyond your cage in Mitras up above.

Levi doesn’t say a word as he swings between buildings, his movements smooth and practiced. But you can feel the tension in his frame, the careful control he exerts over every motion. You hold on tighter, feeling a strange rush of euphoria as the two of you glide through the air.

“Wow.” Your voice is soft. It’s as if you were able to pluck the beauty from this unsightly town.

You feel your body jerk as Levi lands on the ground. He releases you, and you feel dizzy as you release him too. Hard to get your footing actually.

“You good?” Furlan asks with his eyebrows upturned with a tinge of worry. 

“I am.” You reach inside your bag and grab some bills you brought with you. You’d give one to each of them. “Thanks for that.”

“Wait, you’re really giving us this much just to get away from the MP’s?” Furlan’s eyes amplify.

You didn’t really think it was all that much, but perhaps it was for the service provided? 

“Inside. Quickly.” Levi rushed the two of you as he placed the fresh crisp bill in his pocket.

You step into the dimly lit room, your eyes adjusting to the shadows. The place is sparse but clean. There’s a small table with mismatched chairs, a worn couch, and a collection of neatly stacked papers sitting atop a makeshift desk. It’s utilitarian, yet it feels lived in. The faint scent of leather and ink lingers in the air, mixing with the smell of bleach and water.

Furlan closes the door behind you. “You’ll be safe here.”

“Thank you.” You smile softly, smoothing the fabric of your gown. 

The black velvet feels out of place in such a worn down space, but you carry yourself with practiced poise, aware of how closely both men are watching you.

Levi crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. His gaze hasn’t softened even a little bit. “Why are the MP’s really after you?”

You hesitate, considering your words carefully. “I don’t leave home much, and there was a bag I saw just sitting there... It’s complicated.”

“That’s an understatement.” Furlan mutters, glancing at your gown. “You stand out like a sore thumb.”

You force a smile. “Yes, the reason I stay inside so much.”

Silence stretches between you until you clear your throat. “Do you mind if I stay for a few hours? Just until the MP’s are gone. I’ll cook and clean.”

Furlan raises an eyebrow. “Cook?”

You nod. “I have ingredients. I was going to use them for myself, but…” You shrug. “It’s the least I can do.”

Levi exchanges a glance with Furlan, then nods once. “Fine, but don’t touch anything else.”

You set to work, tying your curls back with a silk ribbon before gathering your supplies. Fresh vegetables, herbs, and spices. All virtually unknown treasures in the underground. The vibrant colors of the produce seem almost otherworldly in this dim space. You move with practiced efficiency, chopping, stirring, and seasoning with care, the rhythm of cooking soothing your nerves.

The scent of the meal fills the room, drawing Furlan closer. He watches you with open curiosity, leaning against the table as you work.

“Where did you get all this?” He asks, his tone incredulous. “These don’t have a speck of mold, and none of them are squishy from being rotten.

You smile faintly. “I grow what I can. It’s a little hobby of mine.”

“Underground?” The blonde follows up, a wave of shock in his voice.

You shrug. “I told you I’m a shut in. I get a lot done at home. Sometimes all you need is a touch of care.”

Levi watches you silently, his expression unreadable. He doesn’t trust you at all. The way you look, the way you dress, the way you act, the items you possess. It’s all too perfect to be from slums like this. 

“I probably should have asked earlier, but what are your names?” You look up from the boiling food with curiosity.

“Furlan Church.” The man grins widely. “And that’s Levi.”

“Oh.” You nod, “Nice to meet you. My name is-”

“On your bag, right?” Levi cut’s you off. 

You move to grab the bag that’s on the table and sure enough there is your name on a steel plate attached to the bag. Fancy.

“The bag you stole from the MP’s has your name on it?” Levi’s voice cuts with suspicion. 

“Of course not.” You roll your eyes, “I wasn’t talking about the bag I’m carrying my things in. I was talking about the bag of money inside the large bag.”

It was quick thinking on your part. You definitely were talking about the larger bag that you completely forgot was encrusted with your name. Shit! You just knew this Levi guy wasn’t going to forget that either.

You’d reach for some bowls and set them down at the table as you prepared to serve the dinner. The aroma was so nice. It was like absolutely nothing else in this world.

“You guys are really good with that ODM gear, huh?” You brought the pot over to the table using oven mitts. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some lessons?”

Furlan rose an eyebrow, “You wanna learn?”

“Could be fun.” You grinned.

“If it’s just for fun then you don’t need to learn.” The dark haired man took a seat at the table, his eyes practically burning a hole into you.

“I say fun, but really it’d be an escape.” You put the pot back and joined the two men at the table. “Let’s just say I never get out much because the door to my house is locked from the outside. You understand?”

Furlan was scratching his head on that one. “Not… really?”

“I get it, but I don’t know you, and I’m not gonna teach someone I don’t trust.” 

Damn, Levi was straight to the point, though the tension did ease as the men took their first bites of food. 

Furlan’s eyes widened. “This is incredible. You really grow your own vegetables down here?”

You offer a cryptic smile. “Anything is possible.”

They eat in silence for a while, savoring each bite. You watch them carefully, noting the way Furlan devours his meal with enthusiasm, while Levi eats with quiet precision. The contrast between them is striking, yet there’s an unspoken bond between the two that speaks to years of trust and shared hardship.

As the meal winds down, Furlan leans back with a contented sigh. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a meal that good.” 

“Really?” You smile, “Well allow me to extend my courtesy a bit further. I did say I would cook and clean.”

You’d collect the empty bowls from the men and place it into the sink. 

Levi watches you with a critical eye as if he is just waiting for you to miss a spot, and strangely, you don’t. Far be it for him to say someone's cleaning is on par with his… but maybe. 

You wipe down the table and wash the dishes. Sweep, mop, clean the baseboards, dust and wipe down all surfaces. It smells fresh in here.

As you are finishing the last bit of cleaning your fingers brush against a folded map on the desk. Curiosity piqued, you open it. It’s a plan for a heist- routes, schedules, and escape points marked in ink.

Your brows furrow. “This is just sloppy work.”

Furlan stands up from his seat. “Excuse me?”

You trace a route with your finger. “You’re planning a heist, yeah? You’re going to get caught here.”

Levi steps closer, peering over your shoulder. His gaze sharpens, and you can feel the weight of his scrutiny.

You continue, “The patrols overlap. But if you adjust your timing…” You grab a pen and make a quick correction, drawing a cleaner path. “You’ll avoid them entirely.”

“Who taught you that?” The shorter man asks with that deep scepticism in the back of his tone.

“No one.” You shrug lightly. “It’s just common sense.”

Furlan chuckles. “Common sense, huh? Well, you’ve got a sharp mind.”

Levi doesn’t laugh, but you catch a small glimpse of something. Approval maybe in his eyes?  He takes the map from you and studies your corrections silently.

“You’ve done this before?” He asks less skeptical and more curious.

“Not exactly, but I know how to plan.”

You turn to them both. “I could help you. Be your formulator. In exchange, you teach me how to use the ODM gear.”

Furlan grins. “Deal.”

Levi doesn’t look convinced. “We’ll see. After the plan goes through.”

You nod, slightly frustrated it’s not an instant yes. “That’s fair. I will be back here after the heist. If it’s a success, which it will be, then you teach me. If it goes left… then, fuck it, rob me.”

“We’re not gonna rob you.” Furlan laughs.

Levi on the other hand was not joking at all. His expression remained the same. A bit unsettling. Yeah, it seemed like robbing you wasn’t off the table. 

“See you in a couple days. Thanks for the hideout.” You say with a gratuitous smile.

It was time to resurface now. You had no idea what time it was as the concept of said thing seemed to fade down here. Was it still night? Was it morning? The walk back to your secret shack wasn’t too far. If you hurry, maybe you won’t get harassed this time!

Shop : 4:49am : Mitras

It’d been hours you spent in the underground, and now you were able to slip out unseen. The dark rooted town faded below you as you made your way back to the surface. Your tunnel remained undiscovered, and you emerged in your shop without a soul noticing. A sigh of relief.

Your hand grabbed onto the hanging latch that was used to shut the door behind you, and pushed it open. It was like a breath of fresh air, but you still had the stench of the underground laced all throughout your clothes.

The gown comes off as you head for the bath. The fabric carefully folded away. You wash the grime from your skin, each stroke of the cloth wiping away the memory of the underground. The tension in your shoulders slowly eases, but your mind keeps wandering back to the two men you left behind.

As you sit in the warm lavender scented bath, your thoughts linger on Levi and Furlan. Their world is so different from yours, yet you find yourself drawn to it. You learned nothing about your family, but you found something else. A spark of something you can’t quite name.

Perhaps the underground had a little more for you than unearthing the past. 

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Snippet - In-Law - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Meet the parents. Zaun-style.

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

"Visiting bells are done," he says.

Sevika swallows. "I—"

"Go on." Silco hooks a finger into his waistcoat, checking his pocketwatch. "This won't take long."

Questioning the flat certainty of the order would be futile. Sevika's eyes flick once from him to Samik. She looks conflicted. Then the concern ebbs; the armor resolidifies. With a terse nod, she exits the chamber. Her father isn't spared a parting glance.

The chamber door bolts shut. The two men are alone.

The Eye of Zaun and the Wharfside Devil.

Samik's eyes are a stealth-crawl over Silco: from the tailored lines of his suit to the volcano glow of his eye and the gnawed-at skin around it. Fascination flickers in his stare; disgust is smothered in his jaw. Not an unusual reaction—from free men or inmates alike. Not all monsters are born equal.

Samik says, "You better explain who you are, buddy."

"In a moment."

A polite reply, and none at all.

Silco circles around the table to Samik's side. He trails a fingertip along Samik's empty chair and rubs it between his thumb, contemplating the rust. "

You're not wrong," he says. "Dredge is a step below Stillwater." His stare slithers across the bare lamps and weeping cinderblock walls, then up to Samik's face: a flecked mirror. "A fixer-upper is due."

Samik edges closer. "I asked who the fuck you were."

Silco doesn't answer. He settles into Samik's chair, one leg folding over the other. No ground ceded, but a playing field leveled.

Samik says, "You're—what? A Warden?"

"No such thing."

"What then?" His dark eyes hook into Silco's bad one. "A circus freak? 'Cause that's one nasty scar. Looks like a dog took one chomp too many."

"The dog lost." Silco gestures with a pale splay of fingers. "Care to sit? I'm not contagious."

Samik remains standing. Silco surmised as much.

He withdraws his smoking case and tips a cigarette into his mouth. Samik's wary expression flickers with interest. A fellow smoker. Fitting, given they already share the dubious designation of Unfit Fathers.

Flicking open his lighter, Silco sets the cherry alight and takes a drag. Smoke wafts through the dank chamber.

"I'm curious," he says, "why you turned down your daughter's offer."

Samik bridles, "Don't need her damn offer."

"A matter of pride? Or a misguided bid at distance?"

Samik's expression is undaunted. But something shifts in his eyes. A wary glint.

"Who are you?" he repeats.

"Consider me an emissary."

"Emissary. Real fancy word. Don't hear 'em often behind bars—except from chucklefucks who think their blue-blood airs will save 'em from a shiv. Let me guess. You're sent by the guy who runs things? Hoping to cut a deal for my parole." His lip curls. "Must be scraping rock-bottom, hiring gofers with ugly-ass faces and not a lick of sense."

Silco nods, pleasantly. "I hire talent, actually. Cutthroats, chem-fiends, cons—even the occasional child. But every rule has its exceptions. If I'm feeling exceptionally tolerant, I allow for fools to join the ranks. And you? You must be exceptionally foolish, Samik Mitra, to have thrown away your shot at freedom. All for a badge of pride. Or a bullet to the brainpan."

He reaches into his coat pocket, and flips a sheet of paper onto the table. It is a map. Traced in crude charcoal on a stolen sheath of parchment. It outlines, with fiendish exactness, a tunnel network beneath Dredge prison.

Samik's face stays composed. A vein throbs on his temple.

"This was recovered from your cell yesterday," Silco says. "An escape route through Dredge." He smooths the map thoughtfully with his fingers. "Three days from now, the convicts will stage a riot. During the chaos, you'll use this route to slip past security. You've old friends in Factorywood. Men and women willing to look the other way while you flee. At the harbor, one of them has paid for your safe passage aboard a ship. Bound for Smuggler's Cove. From there, I imagine your plan was a gradual return to glory. Resurrecting yourself, reputation and crew alike. You'd shed no tears for your daughter, who has been your punching bag since childhood—but would not hesitate to leverage her status once you'd returned. You'd force her to serve your ambitions. Repossess the flat that your eldest daughter deeded to you, out of duty if not love. And if Sevika didn't comply? You'd retaliate with everything in your arsenal. She knows that much; I certainly do. You're not the type to let a grudge go unanswered." Softer, "Even if it gets you killed."

Samik's jaw grinds. He says nothing.

"Mr. Mitra. I regret to be the bearer of bad news. But your plan will get you killed." Observing the spasm that crosses Samik's face, he unhurriedly adds: "We know it all. Every inch of those tunnels, mapped by you and the rest. Every conspirator in the riot. The transport you'll seize to escape. The dock where you intend to depart. The funds required to grease every step. My blackguards have already infiltrated the prisoners' ranks, and ended the riot before it began. The tunnels are scheduled to be demolished by dawn. Rest assured, though: your contacts were well compensated. Nothing like the threat of chemical castration to stir civic duty into the loins."

Samik inhales—a horrid rattle. Sweat twinkles on his brow.

"Take heart, Mr. Mitra," Silco murmurs. "There is good news to offset the bad."

He withdraws his lighter. The crackling flame edges along the crinkled sheet until it curls and catches fire. The acrid whiff overrides the spice of brightleaf.

Samik's hand darts out. Silco crooks a brow.

The challenge is plain:  Go on, if you dare.

Samik's hand drops. His expression suggests a tug-of-war between stubbornness and bargain. He settles on the latter. Smart man.

"What are you after?" he asks.

Another Stillwater reflex. Nobody gives up something for nothing. Every favor has a price attached.

Cost; reward.

Silco turns his cigarette end slowly against the table's edge, shaping the cherry into a point. "Zaun's a city built on the bedrock of second chances. I see no reason to deviate. Your stunt was ill-advised. But I concede it was only because you haven't kept abreast of politics. The Undercity you knew is dead. It has given birth to something else. Something greater than us all."

"And what's that?"

"The promise—" a streak of glowing red mottles the gray on the burning map, "—of progress."

Samik watches his old hopes go up in smoke. He says nothing.

"Rest assured," Silco goes on, "your record will not reflect your plans. Next week's hearing will proceed as scheduled. Sevika will testify. Knowing her as well as I do, she will testify in favor of your release. That's the kind of woman your daughter is, Mr. Mitra. She'll vouch for family, even if they've shown zero loyalty in return."  The sharp points of his teeth glint, a mouthful of splintered bones. "One word from me and her testimony will mean zilch."

Samik maintains his composure. But it's a brittle façade. His gaze keeps passing from the charred map to Silco. It lingers on his bad eye. His face spasms with denial, and something else.

Recognition.

"You're not a man to accept handouts," Silco murmurs. "I respect that. Truth told, if you'd folded the easy way, you wouldn't have merited my time. But because I'm acquainted with your reputation—" his tongue curls contemptuously around the syllables, "—I believe you are worthy of an offer. I have one. If you'd like to hear it."

"What are you talking about?"

"After your release, I've work for you. Real work. The type suited to your talents."

Samik shakes his head. "I don't make deals with freaks who won't even share their names."

"You know my name."

Samik stares. The devil, alive and awake, shaking loose his iron fetters. Except his features are carved in doubt, so acute it is almost denial.

When you've been trapped in a dungeon for decades, belief in what is real is the first thing to go. The second's belief in redemption.  Samik Mitra lives somewhere between both impossibilities: unable to fathom a future worth dying for, unwilling to die a compliant cog in someone else's war-machine.

That's what the prison break was meant to be—severance from two worlds in transition; freedom in total exile, gained at all costs.

Pity he forgot whose city he's in.

"No," Samik says. "No fuckin' way."

Head tipped back, Silco takes a deep pull of smoke, then performs an old jailhouse trick. He parts his lips, letting the cigarette adhere to the tip of his tongue, almost swallowing it, then catches it, still lit, between his teeth, smoke roiling from the corners of his mouth. His eyes do not blink.

The greeting is plain: No fuckin' way?

Try the truth, then.

Samik's jaw works. A depthless disquiet leaks at the edges of his composure. Whatever he glimpses in Silco's stare, it exerts its own terrible thrall: the dark hazard of encountering oneself at the farthest ambit of possibility.

Silco stays, legs crossed, in the chair. They've entered a territory they both recognize as beyond civility's scope. And yet, for the first time, Samik seems unsteady on his feet. The bare skin of his sinewy arms is stippled in gooseflesh, as if it's cold, which it isn't. His body holds the rigid hammerlock of a boxer primed for a fight he's determined to win, but won't.

He'll yield, and in yielding, take the five steps across no-man's-land to the empty chair. Silco isn't the Eye of Zaun for nothing. He'll tangle Samik's gaze with his own and drag him to the edge.

No doomed man denies himself a miracle.

There it is. One foot, then the other. Nowhere to go except forward.

Slowly, Samik occupies the chair Sevika had vacated minutes before. His wide-legged posture broadcasts nothing so feeble as submission. But behind his carefully-cut facade, old instincts are reorienting themselves.

This is no not a poker game or a fighting pit.

This is warfare, played under the cover of ceasefire.

"So, you're him," Samik says slowly. "The Eye. My girl's boss."

"The very same."

"Never knew her to work for anybody. Maybe alongside. Never under. She ain't a pushover. None of my brats were. But especially not her." He sneaks an appraisal: torn between the ingrained desire to best an unknown threat, and the fatherly urge to ward it off his flesh-and-blood. "Must take a firm grip to keep a wildcat on your leash. That right?"

"Very firm," Silco says, relishing the burn of smoke in his throat: rich, heavy, intoxicating. "But she isn't leashed."

"That right?"

"She runs with me because she chooses to. In good faith. Same way she made her offer earlier. In good faith. But since you were disinclined to take it, I'm here to offer mine."

 Dark eyes scour Silco's mutilated features. "That being?"

"Work for me," Silco says softly. "Or don't work at all."

The airwaves recharge: rage seaming together with danger.  The small chamber ripples as the smoke coalesces into its own miasma.

"Is this a threat?" Samik says. "Or a bribe?"

"I don't threaten my allies. Nor do I bribe my enemies."

"So we're either?"

 "Depends." 

"On what? Whether I make nice? Tuck my tail and and play fetch for you like a good boy?" 

At Silco's nod, he laughs. The belligerence is camouflage, concealing an ego rubbed raw. He'd plotted to exit prison on his own terms, without regard to old bonds or older fealties. Now, he sits face-to-face with the evidence of his failure.

Humility's a rare taste to develop at sixty-three; he spits the dregs between Silco's feet.

"Fat chance," he sneers. "I ain't built to grovel. Least of all to a bastard who doesn't care dick about me or mine."

"You're right," Silco agrees. "I don't care. But I do owe mine." 

Again, the dark eyes size him up. Trying to strip away flesh from bone, and excavate deeper strata. Impossible. Silco's mismatched eyes are obscured by the smoke spindling to fill the space. His silence is its own dimension of enigma.

"What—" Samik stops, swallows. "What's in this deal?"

Two fingertips cradle the smoldering cigarette. The cherry winks, an unholy red, then wanes. Only the glow of Silco's bad eye endures.

"A week from now," he says, "your daughter will testify. You will be released. You will be given the rundown of your duties. Nothing too complicated. Mostly night-work at the waterfronts. A slit throat here, a bashed skull there. Enough to remind any unwelcome guests that Zaun's house is in order."

"Meaning," Samik extrapolates, "I'll do your dirty work."

"Don't mistake it for grunt labor. Every corpse you send floating down the canals earns my appreciation—and compensation. Enough to establish your place in Zaun's hierarchy. Enough, in fact, to make retirement a possibility rather than a pipe dream.  All I require is proof of your fealty—everlasting." The notched edge of Silco's lip quirks.  "Your choice, Mr. Mitra. Stay in the shadows or earn your legacy."

 Samik catches his lips between his teeth. Sevika does that sometimes, when she's feeling ambushed. It must be hereditary.

"And," he asks, "if I say no?"

"You'll be released, regardless. Given clothes, coin, papers. Then you'll board the next vessel to Bilgewater."

"Bilgewater?"

"There is no better city to lose yourself in. Or to find your death by way of rebirth." The quirk becomes a grin: not pleasant, but unsettlingly intimate. "Besides. Your boys are settled there."

"My boys?"

"Rohan and Raakesh."

Samik's breath stops. His eyes glitter in naked shock.

"You didn't know? After your arrest, the Wardens split your children. Sent the girls to the orphanage, and the boys abroad. Both Rohan and Raakesh were set up to work for a shipping-baron. They earned their keep, and excelled. Raakesh made his start as a fisherman, and now owns a fleet of trawlers. Rohan was offered a clerkship at the docks. He parlayed it into ownership of the site, and is now the Harbormaster."

The revelation strikes Samik like a blowback from a Gatling gun. His jaw unhinges.

"They... they're alive?"

"Alive and thriving." Silco takes an idle pull of the cigarette. "I've met them. My network has import-export interests in Bilgewater. Your boys help keep the trade lines flowing. They write to Sevika from time to time. Not a lot of warmth, given their history. Still—they reach out every year, without fail, on Bloody Sunday. The anniversary of Nandi's death." Smoke spirals through the Silco's slitted smile. "I wonder if they still remember their old man? Especially after nearly three decades of his absence?"

A shadow crosses Samik's face. Ego's taken the backseat. Hope, pitiful in its scope, wrestles in its stead.

"I didn't know," he says hoarsely. "Didn't know they survived the Wardens."

"They did. As well as fatherless boys can. But they aren't boys anymore. They're grown men. Ones who, I must add, bear absolutely zero resemblance to their sire." The smile's gone; Silco speaks with lethal precision. "Sevika reached out to them with news of your impending release. She asked if they'd testify. On your fitness as a father; your merits as a man. You know their answer? They asked her why she bothered. Told her to waste neither coin nor paper. They wouldn't lift a finger to aid the man who'd put their childhood six feet under. In Raakesh's words: 'He's rotting because of his own choices. He made us pay for them once. Now there's no price we won't pay—except the price we'll make him pay."

Samik exhales: a gut-stabbed hiss.

"You're surprised? Don't be. Rohan and Raakesh still carry the scars of their boyhood. It's not grudges they nurse, but grief. They've put their pasts behind them. Settled into prosperity. Raakesh has a wife, and a child on the way. Rohan has mistresses aplenty, and more bastards than I've got fingernails." A shrug. "None named after his old man."

Samik's palm creeps up his face. He makes a rough sound, halfway between snarl and sob.

"Don't misunderstand me. If you showed up at Bilgewater, they'd not hunt you down for a reckoning. But nor would they welcome you with open arms. As far as your boys are concerned, you're already a dead man. And sons," silkily, "are much like daughters. Once they've carved a future on their own terms? They don't look back."

Silence wreathes the chamber. Samik's jaw spasms; his knuckles pop. A rupture of emotion that deep is never without violence. But without a real outlet, the only flipside is despair.

Silco offers no comfort. Just a half-lidded scrutiny: iced over with knowledge.

He's been in this man's seat. He understands, as only experience permits, that the loss of a child's love isn't a tragedy, but a debt collected long overdue.

"Fuckin' hell," Samik breathes. "Why give me a choice to begin with?"  

"We all reap what we sow, Mr. Mitra. You wanted your freedom. Here it is. The only question is whether it'll be lonely."

"I'm no friend to loneliness. Learned that pretty damn fast."

"Lucky you're getting a second shot. Most ex-cons don't."

Silence, and Samik's ragged breathing. Then—

"You said," he mutters, "I could start over."

Silco nods.

"But I'd be starting over in Zaun. Old haunts. New possibilities. Bilgewater's no beginning. It's... a burial. Except the corpse still breathes." 

 Silco nods, again.

The seconds seep, one by one, into minutes. They're both old inmates. Between them sits the knowledge: no man is ever truly cornered. Just corralled by circumstance.

And in circumstances like these, a smart man sees beyond the bars. A smarter man sees further ahead: beyond today's loss, to tomorrow's gain.

Cost; reward.

"It's not a fair bargain," Samik says thickly.

Silco tips a shoulder. "Nothing worthwhile is."

Again, Samik scrubs his sandpapery jaw. Calluses on silver bristles: marking a tally for his options: a new beginning with strangers, or old memories among familiars. Out of place among loved ones, or isolated among killers with no love lost in between.

His palm closes into a fist.

"I'd bet," he growls, "you've never fought a single bare-knuckled brawl since you started your climb. Too clever to dirty your dukes. Too smart to risk your neck. Instead, you stack your cards and rig your odds—then get folks with bigger biceps and no brains to take the fall. Ain't that right? That's why my girl works for you. It's why you keep her at your six. Why you wanna keep me. Insurance." His glower takes Silco's measure in full—and finally parses the meaning behind the epithet. "I'd bet that creepy eye ain't the half of the lesson life's beat into you. I'd bet it took someone dear—someone close—to knock it home. Never fight fair. Just fight til the other guy's in the ground."

Silco thinks of Vander: rescuer, rival, lover, betrayer.

A lesson that's never stopped bleeding.

"I think—" His smile bares the ruminants of razored teeth, "—you should give me your answer."

 Samik doesn't flinch, but his demeanor alters. Agitated; caught in a chokehold he can't snap. Again, the seconds seep; the smoke spirals.

Finally—

"Deal," he mutters. "I'll join your crew."

"Wise choice." Silco leans back in his seat, hands splayed across his waistcoat, cigarette burning in his steepled fingers. "Sevika will confirm the arrangements."

"Arrangements?"

"Once you're out." Silco ticks them off his fingers. "Your shift schedule. Your assigned posts. Your compensation rate, plus extra. A cut of the earnings per assignment, to be shared with the crew. And of course—your accommodations. Especially since your original residence—the flat Nandi deeded you as part of her Will, has already been claimed."

"By who?"

"Me," Silco says. "Last night."

A frisson skitters up Samik's spine. Outrage, molten and indignant, pours his dark eyes.

"You're fucking insane," he growls. "Bad enough that you think you're in charge. But stealing a man's property? And Sevika's gone along with it?"

"She is my second-in-command. She trusts my judgement—as I trust hers."

"You've got no right butting into my family business—"

Silco's upper lip peels back to bare the full array of teeth. It is no smile, but a chilling simulacrum: the deepwater predator finally riding to the surface.

Samik stops short. The airless chamber shrinks, a tide of coldness spreading. Never mind that he severely outclasses this spindly stranger in a fistfight. He still possesses that instinctive dread of the unknown, that inclination to roll over and bare his throat.

Stillwater hasn't stolen his humanity. Only hardened it.

Silco's humanity has bled into something else entirely.

"Mr. Mitra," Silco says, and the pitch of his voice is brimstone permafrosted into a eternal twilight. "Do not speak to me of rights.  You forfeited yours as a father long before I entered Sevika's orbit. Or her bed. You dug your grave; I staked my claim. And I do not need blood to declare it. I claim by loyalty. By choice. Mine—and hers. And for every morning after, as she rises to serve my city—I'll ensure my mark is made. Until there isn't a man in Zaun who would dare dispute it. Starting with you."

Samik recoils, half-cringing from the fallout of the truth. Half-torn between rage and revulsion—until his pride overpowers everything else.

"How fuckin' dare you—?!"

"I dare," Silco cuts through the tirade, "because your daughter gave me leave. Last night—beneath the roof where you will never again set foot—she permitted me to make my claim. Not to replace you—but erase you. And believe me when I say: if you weren't hers and Nandi's father, your erasure would come with the sweet catharsis of a severed throat."

The pulse throbs in Samik's throat. He's a fearsome beast, a seasoned veteran, a survivor. But he's seen enough brutality in his days to scent death at its rawest: without recourse.

Without end.

"Bastard," he whispers. "Fucking bloodsucking bastard."

Unspooling from his seat, Silco flicks the cigarette across the table. It skitters to a stop, smoke coiling from the cherry.

A parting gift.

"One week," he says. "Hold your tongue. Mind your manners. Your freedom's a heartbeat away."

"Wait just one godsdamn minute—"

"After, you'll join the crew on the evening-shift guard duty at the docks. You'll report to your designated checkpoint and perform your work without fail. Supper is at sunset. I dine with my crew every Tuesday. Your daughter's conferred an invitation, which you would do well to accept. After the meal, I'll show you to your quarters. Five streets over from mine and Sevika's. Enough proximity to maintain contact. Not enough to force conversation. It's Fissure tradition for in-laws to stay cordial, but not kissing-close, Mr. Mitra. So let's try cordial, shall we?"

The jibe—in-law—slams like a gavel. Samik's brows contorts: the rage stoked on a decade-long forge, fed on fresh indignity.

Except he cannot retaliate. Cannot lash out. Can only swallow his losses: pride, hope, family.  Silco has his number: an ogre with no luck and nowhere else to go. And the ogre knows it; feels every pound of humiliation grinding his bones to powder.

His voice holds a fritzed-out flatness.

"Go to hell." Then, cordial, indeed, "Sir."

"Already there." With a grave flourish, Silco nods. "Welcome to Zaun, Samik Mitra."

He glides out without a backward glance. The cigarette, and Samik's silence, smolder in his wake.

[shiorihyugawrites]

The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become. (Eren x OC)

Chapter Sixty

A/N: OST for this chapter is “Symphonicsuite(Aot)Part1-2nd Historia”  (Just the first half of it [0:00-2:02])

Two days....

It had taken two whole days for the Rumbling to reshape the world. Eren Jaeger had done the unthinkable—flattened the earth, erased nations, and silenced the Global Allied Fleet in a cataclysm of destruction that left only Paradis and the Eldian enclaves standing. The Colossal Titans, those towering harbingers of doom, had marched relentlessly, their footsteps shaking the foundations of civilizations until nothing remained but ash and silence. Now, their task complete, they stood as silent sentinels no more.

In the internment zone of Liberio, the Eldians gathered in stunned silence as the massive Colossal Titans that had formed an impenetrable barrier around their enclave began to collapse. One by one, the titans fell, their enormous bodies crumbling into clouds of steam and dust, their skeletal forms dissolving into the earth. The air was thick with the scent of scorched stone and the faint, lingering heat of their power. The civilians, their faces etched with a mix of awe and fear, watched as the titans vanished, leaving behind an open horizon—a world both terrifyingly vast and strangely free.

A young man, his clothes tattered from the chaos, clutched his sister’s hand as he stared at the empty skyline. “They’re… gone,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Does that mean it’s over?”

His sister, her eyes wide, nodded slowly. “Eren kept his promise,” she said, her voice barely audible. “We’re still here.”

An older woman nearby, her shawl slipping from her shoulders, sank to her knees, tears streaming down her weathered face. “Mercy,” she murmured, her hands clasped in prayer. “He showed us mercy.” But her words were tinged with uncertainty, as if she couldn’t quite believe the reprieve was real. The Eldians of Liberio stood together, their gazes fixed on the horizon, grappling with the reality of a world remade by Eren’s hand—a world where they were no longer prisoners, but survivors in a landscape of unknowns.

…

In the royal palace in Mitras, the air was heavy with a different kind of weight. The bedroom where Aurora had given birth to her daughter, Ymir, was bathed in soft morning light, the curtains fluttering gently in the breeze. The room, once filled with the tension of labor and the distant tremors of the Rumbling, now held a fragile peace. Aurora lay propped up in bed, her platinum blonde hair spilling over the pillows, her ice-blue eyes soft with exhaustion and love as she gazed at Eren, who stood beside her, cradling their newborn daughter.

Ymir was a vision of beauty, her tiny features already hinting at the strength she would one day wield. Eren held her close, his touch gentle but unwavering, knowing that his physical connection to her was the key to the Founding Titan’s power. Even now, with the Rumbling complete, he couldn’t bear to let her go, as if releasing her would shatter the fragile victory they had won.

The world of the Paths had released them, jolting Eren and Aurora back into their bodies with a suddenness that left them breathless. The ethereal sands and swirling skies were gone, replaced by the familiar stone walls of the palace. Historia stood nearby, her blonde hair catching the light, her expression a mix of relief and apprehension. Aurora’s doctor hovered at the edge of the room, his work done but her presence a quiet reassurance. A handful of Jaegerist soldiers stood guard, their faces alight with a fervor that bordered on reverence.

Eren’s gaze met Aurora’s, a silent understanding passing between them. He gently passed Ymir to her, his hands lingering as if reluctant to break the connection. Aurora cradled her daughter, her heart swelling with love as Ymir’s green eyes blinked up at her, calm and trusting. Eren turned to Historia, his expression solemn, and gave a single nod. The gesture was small, but its weight was immense. Historia’s breath caught, her eyes widening as she realized what it meant.

“The Rumbling…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s done?”

Eren nodded, his voice low but steady. “It’s done.”

The Jaegerists in the room erupted into cheers, their voices echoing off the stone walls. “We did it!” one shouted, his fist raised in triumph. “We’re free! Paradis is free!” Another clapped his comrade on the back, tears streaming down his face as he laughed, the sound raw with relief. The fervor in their voices was infectious, a release of years of fear and oppression, but Aurora and Historia exchanged a glance, their expressions tinged with a quiet sorrow. Freedom had come at a cost too great to measure.

Historia stepped forward, her eyes drawn to the bundle in Aurora’s arms. “Oh, Aurora,” she breathed, her voice soft with awe. “She’s stunning.” Her gaze softened as she took in Ymir’s delicate features, the platinum hair and vibrant green eyes. “Look at her… she’s absolutely perfect.”

Aurora smiled, her exhaustion giving way to a warmth that radiated from her core. “Would you like to hold her?” she asked, her voice gentle.

Historia’s eyes widened, a flush of excitement crossing her face. “Can I?” she asked, her hands already reaching out.

“Of course,” Aurora said, carefully passing Ymir to her. Historia cradled the baby with a tenderness that spoke of her own longing for a future unmarred by war. Ymir cooed softly, her tiny hand grasping at Historia’s finger, and Historia laughed, a sound that was both joyful and bittersweet.

“She’s so strong already,” Historia said, her voice thick with emotion. “Just like her parents.”

Aurora’s smile widened, but her eyes glistened with tears. “Thank you, Historia,” she said, her voice trembling. “For everything. For being here, for staying by my side through… all of it.”

Historia looked up, her own eyes shining. “I wouldn’t have been anywhere else,” she said softly. “You’re my family, Aurora. You, Eren, and Ymir.”

Eren, standing silently beside the bed, cleared his throat, his voice rough with emotion. “Historia,” he said, drawing her attention. “Thank you. For keeping her safe, for helping us through this. I… we owe you everything.”

Historia shook her head, her smile warm but firm. “You don’t owe me anything, Eren. We’re in this together. Always have been.”

Eren nodded, his jaw tightening as he pushed down the swell of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He turned to Aurora, his gaze softening. “We need to meet with the others,” he said, his voice steady but urgent. “Captain, Mikasa, Armin… all of them. We need to tell them it’s over.”

Aurora nodded, her hand resting on Ymir’s head as Historia gently returned the baby to her.  “They deserve to know,” she said, her voice resolute despite the exhaustion etched into her features.

…

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Paradis, the landscape was a testament to the island’s transformation. The Walls—Maria, Rose, and Sina—were gone, their rubble scattered across the rolling hills, leaving the island open and boundless. The sky stretched endlessly above, a canvas of blue unbroken by the towering barriers that had once defined their world. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of grass and earth, a stark contrast to the smoke and blood that had lingered during the Rumbling. Paradis felt different now—endless, free, the way Eren had always envisioned it could be.

The Paradis forces moved through the streets of a small town near the former Wall Rose, their steps purposeful but heavy. They had spent the past two days ensuring the island was secure, checking for any remnants of the Global Allied Fleet’s forces, though they knew deep down that none remained. The Jaegerists worked alongside them, guiding civilians from the Underground City back to their homes above ground. The process was slow, the people weary and shaken, but there was a flicker of hope in their eyes—a belief that, perhaps, the worst was over.

Annie, Gabi, and Falco trailed behind the group, their presence a source of tension among the Jaegerists. Many of the soldiers cast wary glances at the trio, their hands lingering near their weapons. Annie’s stoic expression gave nothing away, her blonde hair tied back in a loose bun, her eyes scanning the crowd with a quiet vigilance. Gabi walked with her head high, her dark eyes burning in defiance with every step despite the hostility directed at her. Falco, ever the peacemaker, stayed close to her, his expression a mix of worry and determination.

“They don’t trust us,” Gabi muttered, her voice low but sharp. “Not that I blame them.”

Annie, walking a few steps ahead, didn’t turn but spoke in her usual dry tone. “Keep your heads down and do what they ask. Fighting won’t get you anywhere now.”

Gabi bristled but didn’t argue, a sign of how much had changed in the past few days. The group continued their work, helping a family carry their belongings from a cart to a small house. The civilians, a mix of elderly men, women, and children, moved with a cautious optimism, their voices hushed as they spoke of rebuilding, of starting anew.

Hange, her glasses glinting in the sunlight, paused to wipe sweat from her brow. Her usual energy was subdued, her expression solemn as she surveyed the scene. “It’s quiet,” she said, her voice low. “Too quiet. I keep waiting for something to happen, but…” She trailed off, her gaze distant.

Armin, standing beside her, nodded slowly. “The Rumbling… it should be complete by now,” he said, his voice heavy with the weight of what that meant. “Eren did it. He really did it.”

The group fell silent, the reality of the Rumbling settling over them like a shroud. None of them had wanted it—not Armin, with his dreams of peace; not Hange, with her relentless curiosity; not Mikasa, whose loyalty to Eren was matched only by her horror at his actions. But the Global Allied Fleet had left them no choice, their plans to exterminate Paradis absolute. The Rumbling had been their only path to survival, and now, they lived with the consequences.

Jean ran a hand through his hair, his expression grim. “A whole world, gone,” he said, his voice rough. “Just like that.”

Connie forced a weak smile, his usual humor absent. “Guess we’re the lucky ones, huh? Still standing.”

“Lucky,” Sasha muttered, her hands fidgeting with her rifle. “Doesn’t feel like it.”

Mikasa, standing a few steps away, stared at the horizon, her scarf pulled tight around her neck. “Eren’s okay,” she said, her voice firm but tinged with worry. “I know he is. He’ll come back to us.”

Levi, leaning against a nearby wall, glanced at her, his sharp eyes softening for a moment. “He’d better,” he said, his tone dry but not unkind. “We’ve got enough to deal with without him pulling a disappearing act.”

Pieck tilted her head, her voice calm but probing. “What happens now? The Walls are gone, the world’s… gone. What’s left for us?”

Porco snorted. “Rebuilding, I guess. Not like we’ve got a choice.”

Reiner, his broad shoulders tense, spoke quietly. “We make something better. That’s what Eren wanted, right? A world where we’re free.”

The group exchanged glances, the weight of Reiner’s words settling over them. Freedom had come at a cost they could never repay, but it was theirs now, and they had to find a way to live with it.

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of rapid footsteps. A young Jaegerist, his face flushed with excitement, came running toward them, his breath ragged. “Captain Levi!” he shouted, skidding to a halt. “A message from Eren! He’s summoned you to the palace in Mitras. All of you!”

Levi’s eyes narrowed. “Slow down, kid. What’s the message?”

The Jaegerist straightened, his voice trembling with awe. “The Rumbling… it’s complete. It’s over. We won.”

The words hung in the air, a confirmation of what they had all suspected but hadn’t dared to believe. The group stood frozen, their expressions a mix of relief, guilt, and disbelief. Hange adjusted her glasses, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s really over.”

Armin’s shoulders slumped, his eyes glistening. “We… we survived.”

Mikasa’s hand tightened around her scarf, her voice steady. “Eren did it. He kept his promise.”

The Jaegerist, oblivious to their turmoil, grinned. “Come on! Eren’s waiting! The whole island’s gonna celebrate!”

Levi pushed off the wall, his expression unreadable. “Let’s move,” he said, his voice curt. “We’ve got a long way to go.”

The group nodded, falling into step behind him. Annie, Gabi, and Falco followed, their presence a quiet reminder of the complexities of their new world. The civilians around them continued their work, unaware of the news, but the air felt different now—charged with the possibility of a future unmarred by war.

As they made their way toward Mitras, the landscape of Paradis stretched before them, open and free. The scars of the Rumbling remained, but so did the promise of something new. Eren had remade the world, and now, it was up to them to decide what to do with it. The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in years, they walked it together, bound by the shared weight of their choices and the faint hope of a better tomorrow.

…

Hours later, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the royal palace in Mitras. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine from the palace gardens, a stark contrast to the scars of war that still marred the landscape of Paradis. The journey from the outskirts had been long, the Paradis forces moved with a quiet determination, their steps echoing with the weight of the world they had helped reshape. The news of the Rumbling’s completion had settled over them like a heavy cloak, a mix of relief and guilt that none could fully shake.

As they approached the palace, the towering stone structure loomed before them, its spires catching the fading light. Jaegerist guards stood at attention, their faces alight with fervor, but their eyes softened as they recognized the group. The doors swung open, and the group stepped into the grand hall, their boots echoing on the polished marble floor. The hall was quieter than expected, the usual bustle of soldiers and advisors replaced by a hushed anticipation. They were led through winding corridors, the walls adorned with tapestries that told the story of Eldia’s past, until they reached a familiar bedroom door.

Eren stood just inside, his tall frame silhouetted against the soft light streaming through the window. His green eyes, once burning with relentless resolve, now held a quieter intensity, tempered by exhaustion and something softer—love. Beside him, in a wide bed draped with soft linens, lay Aurora, her hair spilling over the pillows, her eyes bright despite the fatigue etched into her features. In her arms, she cradled a small bundle, the faint coo of a newborn breaking the silence.

But before the group could fully take in the scene, Historia, standing near the bed, turned at the sound of their arrival. Her blonde hair caught the light, and her blue eyes widened with joy as they landed on Porco. “Porco!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with relief. She crossed the room in a few swift steps, her royal composure giving way to raw emotion.

Porco’s usual smirk softened into a rare, genuine smile, his hazel eyes lighting up. “Your Majesty,” he said, his tone teasing but warm, the flirtatious edge unmistakable. “Miss me?”

Historia laughed, a sound that was both joyous and desperate, and threw her arms around him. “You idiot,” she murmured against his chest, her voice muffled. “I wasn’t sure I’d see you again.”

Porco’s arms tightened around her, his playful demeanor giving way to something deeper. “I’m here,” he said softly, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m not going anywhere.” He pulled back just enough to cup her face, his thumb brushing her cheek, and then he kissed her, a passionate, lingering kiss that spoke of all the fear and longing they had carried through the final battle. The room seemed to fade away for them, the world narrowing to the warmth of their embrace.

The others watched, a mix of amusement and respect in their expressions.

Sasha sighed dreamily. “It’s kinda romantic, don’t you think?”

Levi’s sharp gaze flicked to her, his tone dry. “Focus, Sasha. We’re not here for a love story.”

But the moment passed, and Historia, her cheeks flushed, stepped back, her hand still clasped in Porco’s. She turned to the group, her smile warm but tinged with the weight of their shared history. “I’m glad you’re all here,” she said, her voice steady. “Come, see her.”

The group’s attention shifted to Aurora, who sat up slightly, cradling the bundle in her arms. The Paradis forces moved closer, their steps tentative, as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace of the moment. Aurora’s smile was radiant, her exhaustion overshadowed by the love in her eyes as she looked down at her daughter. The baby was stunning, her hair a soft halo, her eyes—Eren’s eyes—bright and curious as they blinked up at the newcomers.

Mikasa was the first to reach the bedside, her scarf slipping slightly as she leaned forward. Her dark eyes glistened with tears as she took in the sight of Eren’s child, her expression a mix of awe and quiet sorrow. “She’s… beautiful,” she whispered, her voice trembling. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly brushed it away, but the emotion in her gaze was unmistakable.

Aurora’s smile softened, and she reached out, squeezing Mikasa’s hand. “Thank you, Mikasa,” she said gently. “She’s our miracle.”

Levi, standing at the edge of the group, peered over Mikasa’s shoulder, his expression unreadable. “Fat little thing,” he remarked dryly, his tone betraying none of the warmth in his eyes. “Looks healthy, though.”

Aurora laughed, a sound that was both tired and genuine. “She is,” she said, her gaze flicking to Levi with affection. “And don’t pretend you don’t think she’s cute, Captain.”

Levi’s lips twitched, the closest he ever came to a smile. “Don’t push it, kid,” he said, but his tone was softer than usual, a rare acknowledgment of the bond they shared—a father-like figure to the woman who had become so much to him.

Armin stepped forward, his blue eyes wide with curiosity. “What’s her name?” he asked, his voice gentle but eager.

Eren and Aurora exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. “Ymir,” Aurora said, her voice steady but laced with meaning. “Her name is Ymir.”

The room fell silent, the weight of the name settling over the group like a storm cloud. Ymir—the Founder, the one whose pain had birthed the cycle of suffering they had fought to end. The shock was palpable, their expressions ranging from disbelief to quiet awe.

“Ymir?” Hange echoed, adjusting her glasses as if to process the information. “As in… the Founder Ymir?”

Eren nodded, his expression calm but resolute. “She’s her reincarnation,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Ymir Fritz gave me the power to use the Founding Titan, and in exchange, she was reborn as our daughter. That’s how I kept the Rumbling going after Zeke died. Ymir—our Ymir—is the key.”

The group stared, flabbergasted, their minds struggling to comprehend the enormity of what Eren had revealed. Jean’s jaw dropped, his voice incredulous. “You’re telling me… your baby is the Founder? Like, the actual Founder?”

Connie let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. “That’s… insane. I mean, no offense, but… wow.”

Sasha’s eyes widened, her bread forgotten in her hand. “So she’s, like, super powerful? Even as a baby?”

Pieck tilted her head, her sharp eyes narrowing. “That explains the Rumbling’s continuation,” she said, her tone analytical. “But… a child with that kind of power? It’s unprecedented.”

Reiner’s expression was heavy, his voice quiet. “It’s a lot to take in,” he said, his gaze flicking to the baby. “But she’s… she’s just a kid, right? Not some ancient titan.”

Aurora’s smile was gentle but firm. “She’s our daughter,” she said, her voice steady. “Yes, she’s Ymir Fritz reborn, but she’s also Ymir Jaeger. She’s ours, and we’ll protect her, raise her to be more than the pain of the past.”

Armin nodded slowly, his expression softening. “She’s beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “And… I think it’s fitting. Ymir Fritz deserved a second chance. Maybe this is it.”

Mikasa’s gaze lingered on the baby, her tears dry now but her eyes still bright. “She’ll have a better life,” she said softly. “You’ll make sure of it.”

Eren’s hand rested on Aurora’s shoulder, his voice resolute. “We will,” he said. “She’ll grow up free, in a world where she doesn’t have to fear.”

The group fell silent, the weight of Eren’s words settling over them. The Rumbling had remade the world, and now, this tiny child held the legacy of that transformation. It was a responsibility none of them could fully grasp, but in that moment, they felt the stirrings of hope—a chance to build something better.

Aurora’s gaze shifted to Reiner, her expression softening. “Reiner,” she said, her voice gentle, “Historia and I… we encountered your cousin, Gabi, and a blonde boy—Falco. They… they tried to take me, but we stopped them. The Jaegerists wanted to kill them, but I couldn’t let that happen. I asked for their lives to be spared.”

Reiner’s eyes widened, a mix of gratitude and guilt crossing his face. “Gabi and Falco,” he said, his voice rough. “They’re out of jail now. We saw them at the base, being watched by the Jaegerists… with Annie.”

Eren’s brow furrowed, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Annie?” he said, his voice sharp. “She’s supposed to be in her crystal.”

Historia nodded, her expression puzzled. “I thought so too,” she said. “What’s she doing here?”

Aurora glanced between them, her confusion evident. “Who’s Annie?” she asked, her voice curious but tinged with unease.

Armin stepped forward, his voice calm but explanatory. “Annie Leonhart, the Female Titan,” he said. “She encased herself in a crystal years ago to avoid capture. But when you undid all the hardening on Paradis to release the Wall Titans, Eren… it must have broken her crystal too.”

Eren’s eyes widened, realization dawning. “I didn’t even think about that,” he admitted, his voice low. “She’s free now?”

Reiner nodded, his expression heavy. “She’s with Gabi and Falco,” he said. “She’s… complicated, but she’s not our enemy anymore. Not after everything.”

Porco, his arm still around Historia, spoke up, his tone urgent. “Eren, what’s next?” he asked, his voice cutting through the room. “The Rumbling’s done. Marley’s gone, the world’s gone. Our people in the internment zone… we need to get to them. Paradis is the only place left for us now.”

Pieck nodded, her voice calm but insistent. “The Eldians in Liberio are waiting,” she said. “They’re free, but they’re scared. We need to bring them here, help them start over.”

Reiner’s gaze was steady, his voice firm. “We owe it to them,” he said. “After everything we’ve done, everything we’ve lost… we need to make this right.”

Eren’s expression was resolute, but there was a softness in his eyes as he looked at Aurora and Ymir. “Our focus doesn’t have to be on defenses anymore,” he said, his voice steady. “We’re free now. We can build the world we always wanted—a world where our people don’t have to fight, don’t have to fear. We’ll go to Liberio, bring our people home. We’ll rebuild, together.”

He paused, his hand tightening on Aurora’s shoulder, his voice softening. “But for me… I just want to be with my wife and daughter. I want to live, to be free with my family, my friends. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Aurora’s eyes glistened, her hand covering his as she looked up at him. “We will,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “We’ll have that life, Eren. I promise.”

Historia smiled, her hand still clasped in Porco’s. “We all will,” she said, her voice steady. “We’ve lost so much, but we’re still here. That means something.”

Levi’s voice cut through the moment, dry but grounding. “Enough dreaming,” he said, his tone sharp but not unkind. “We’ve got work to do. People to move, homes to rebuild. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Hange laughed, adjusting her glasses. “Always the optimist, Levi,” she said, her tone teasing. “But he’s right. We’ve got a lot to do. Let’s start with Liberio.”

Jean nodded, his expression determined. “We’ll make it work,” he said. “For all of us.”

Connie grinned, a flicker of his old humor returning. “Yeah, and maybe we’ll finally get some rest. I’m ready for a nap.”

Sasha snorted, nudging him. “You? Rest? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

The group laughed, a brief moment of levity in the weight of their new reality. Mikasa’s gaze lingered on Eren, her expression softening. “We’re with you,” she said quietly. “Always.”

Eren nodded, his eyes meeting hers, a silent acknowledgment of their bond. “Thank you,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “All of you.”

As the group began to disperse, their voices filling the room with plans and promises, Aurora leaned back against the pillows, Ymir cradled in her arms. She looked at Eren, her heart swelling with love and hope. The world was broken, but it was theirs now, and they would build it anew.

~

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Hiii congrats on 2k! 🥰😘 can I request canon post war Levi x reader exploring the world they fought for and cuz I have to include this the reader blurting out how pretty he is and him calling her a brat

Sorry for this oddly specific weird request I'll go back to my corner now lol

I LOVE THIS PIC SM SDKFJKSDJF HE'S SO POUTY

turned this into a oneshot oops LMAO i just love postwar dadvi sm 😭

also shout-out to @chaotic-on-main for the cute idea of levi trying to explain the rumbling through shitty drawings

Just Being You | 2K Follower Event | Post-War Dadvi Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1.2k ✧ notes ➼ post-war, fluff, levi's attempt at explaining the Rumbling to a six year old lol

"Daddy, why is the island the only place that doesn't need to be fixed?"

You looked down at your six-year-old daughter that had been spinning in circles just a few seconds ago that was now kneeling next to Levi in his wheelchair, bombarding him with questions regarding the Rumbling.

The three of you were currently on a boat traveling back from Paradis Island, having decided to take a few weeks of vacationing to see the Titan-free world that so many had been sacrificed for. You were on your way back from the island after showing your daughter where her parents met, as well as some of the nicer areas of the island that wasn't overwhelmed with their military forces, like the beach or the meadow that you and Levi commonly snuck off to when you were overwhelmed.

You quickly tried to formulate some response about how it was too complicated for you to explain right now, not wanting to expose your six-year-old to the horrors that nearly caused the extinction of humanity, but you looked towards Levi as he reached into his bag to pull something out to help answer her question.

This wasn't that much of a surprise to you. Levi wasn't a fan of lying to her. He never was the type to sugarcoat or make up some cheesy story to avoid exposing kids to the grim reality of what had happened, and he especially wasn't the type to do that to his own kid.

You saw him pull out his sketchbook that he had recently picked up, wanting to pursue some type of hobby that he could do from the couch or his wheelchair on days when his knee was flaring up.

You watched as he began to draw out the Titans, explaining how big they were compared to humans, and how colossal the Titans involved in the Rumbling were, eventually going on to explain that the big Titans came from the island and spread throughout the world. You found yourself considerably impressed with how he was explaining the war without going into too many details regarding the xenophobia the world had against the Eldians.

"What's that?" your daughter asked, genuinely interested, but also confused as Levi began drawing the structure of the Walls.

Levi wasn't a great artist. He had started drawing the Walls to explain how the Titans moved during the Rumbling, but it was from a top-down perspective, so it just looked like three circles surrounded by stick figures.

"The walls that used to be on the island," he explained with a sigh.

"Is that the island?" she asked, pointing to the dot at the center that was supposed to represent Mitras. "Why were the Walls built in the ocean?"

"They weren't," he explained, trying to hide the irritation in his voice over his inability to draw something comprehensible. "That was Mitras, the Capital and center of the island. The Walls surrounded it."

You watched her nod rapidly as he explained whatever it was that he was trying to draw. Despite how much he was struggling to get his point across, she seemed to be genuinely interested in the history of the island.

"Why are there people floating?" she asked after he began explaining how you used mobility gear to fight against the Titans to compensate for how large they were.

"Is that supposed to be me?" you asked, finally leaning over to see what it was that he was trying to draw, and pointing at a stick figure that vaguely had a hairstyle matching yours.

Levi paused and you could tell that he was getting exasperated with the comments and questions.

You could almost hear him blatantly groan in relief as he cursed underneath his breath once your child's attention was ripped away by a dog belonging to another one of the tourists running by.

"Mommy, can I go play with the puppy?" she asked excitedly while tugging at your shirt.

You nodded, reaching down and fixing a strand of her hair that had formed into a loop after getting tangled.

"Just don't go too far, okay? And be nice to them. I'm sure that poor puppy is overwhelmed."

You watched as she ran off to play with the dog while incoherently explaining Levi's history lesson to them.

Sighing, you sat down on the bench next to Levi as he pinched the bridge of his nose, quickly developing a headache from how flustered he had gotten while trying to explain a somewhat complex topic to his child that had yet to develop an attention span.

"Maybe we can pay for you to get art lessons once we get back home."

"Don't start," Levi grumbled, barely letting you finish your sentence.

You chuckled at his reaction as you grabbed at the drawings he had produced. They were indeed terrible and barely comprehensible, but ended up looking quite cute as a result, despite the fact that they were attempting to depict a bleak reality.

Your smile gradually faded as you got reminded of the horrific events that occurred surrounding the Rumbling, and even before then, when you were trapped within the Walls, with your comrades dying left and right while fighting in what seemed like a hopeless war.

"Lev'," you voiced, getting his attention, "don't you think she's a bit too young to be explaining all this to?"

He glanced over at you.

"What, you want me to lie to her instead?"

"She's six," you reminded him. "I don't know if she can even comprehend the fact that nearly all of humanity was wiped out."

Levi paused for a moment, knowing that you were right. It was a big topic to be explaining to someone so young. Still, he wouldn't have felt right lying to her in a vain effort to protect her innocence while living in a world that was nowhere near innocent.

"She's a smart kid," he eventually murmured. "She'll manage."

After noticing that you weren't responding, he looked over at you, and saw you eyeing him with a warm smile on your face, despite the fact that the two of you were in disagreement over this topic.

"What?"

"Hmm? Oh nothing, it's just..."

You trailed off, slightly shaking your head as you tried to keep the smile on your face from growing too wide.

"I just love seeing you with her like this. It's almost like it's in your nature—being a dad," you mused, your heart warming. "Never thought I'd be fortunate enough to get to see papa Levi on a daily basis."

You looked at him as you smiled, noticing the slight tint that had appeared on his cheeks.

"Plus, I never get to really appreciate how god damn pretty you are when you're just...being you."

Levi was clearly struggling to hide the blush forming on his cheeks and ears at this point, and cleared his throat as he shifted around in his chair after averting his gaze.

"What?" you teased, noting his struggles in maintaining that aloof demeanor that you had worked so hard to break down throughout your relationship.

"You're such a brat sometimes," he grumbled, annoyed—and a tad embarrassed—at the fact that you pointed out his natural tendency when it came to fathering your child.

You chuckled as you leaned forward and placed a gentle and quick kiss on his cheek.

"Love you too, Ackerman."

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[brave-and-gentle]

The Patient

MDNI!!!!

Summary: As a dental hygienist for six years, nothing throws off Jean Kirstein. Until he meets you, his newest patient.

Pairings: afab reader x Jean

Warnings: lots of teasing, SMUT, oral of course because it's dentistry

Word count: ~8,000 (I uh, got carried away with this one)

Author's note: To my sister wife, @babypaloma, plz enjoy this time with our husband!! Also you should all know this is my first time writing true smut, plz be nice to me.

As a dental hygienist for six years, nothing throws off Jean Kirstein. He works at a small clinic in western Mitras, mostly patients under the age of 50 who live and work in the city. Though it's fairly relaxed, Jean has seen it all – one time, a seed stuck in a patient's retainer grew into a sprout. He's also seen rotting flesh inside a patient's mouth. Thankfully, those are rare cases.

But Jean is never phased by the unhinged things he's witnessed in people's mouths. He got into the profession simply because he likes helping people – he spends more time with the patients than the actual dentist. And he finds the science fascinating.

Jean has never been phased until he sees you.

You're flustered when you burst through the doors of the clinic. He notes how flushed pink your cheeks are and how wild your hair is from the wind. Outside, a fall storm rages. Bright orange, red and yellow leaves swirl around and slap the rain-soaked window. Though it's mid-morning, the storm has darkened the skies.

Jean hovers behind Sasha, the office manager, to see who his next patient is. Sasha opens the schedule on the computer and the cursor hovers over a woman's name. It's someone he doesn't recognize, and Jean remembers all his patients – so you must be new.

Sasha calls your name and Jean's eyes lock with yours as you dart up to the desk and apologize for being late.

“I didn't expect the storm today,” you say and peel off your soaking wet jacket.

Something unfamiliar jolts through Jean's body head to toe as you reveal a form-fitting shirt underneath your jacket. It's not inherently sexual, not at all, but with the way the rain drips off the ends of your hair onto your shirt – warmth courses through Jean's body and he's not quite sure why.

Your name rolls off Jean's tongue with ease. He's frozen as you lock eyes with him.

“I'm ready for you,” he says with a warm smile.

“Great.” You return his smile with bright eyes.

A shiver runs down Jean's spine. Before he loses his composure, he turns on his heel and leads you down to the exam room.

“After you,” he gestures and can't help but sneak a peak at your ass.

Keep it professional, Jean reminds himself. This certainly isn't the first time he's had an attractive patient. But something about you feels different.

He's about to run through all the routine questions for a new patient, but he notices most of your chart is already filled out – your name, number, address, etc.

“Are you a new patient?” Jean asks, perplexed.

“Ah, yes and no,” you explain. “I went to a clinic under the same system in eastern Mitras, but I just moved, so now I'm here.”

“Gotcha, same system, different clinic.” Jean notes that your emergency contact is a woman's name – Pieck Finger. Either you don't have a serious significant other – or you're not interested in men at all. There's no relationship listed, but he can add one.

“And what's Pieck's relationship to you?” Jean clears his throat.“Friend, roommate, partner?”

“Oh – friend and roommate,” you answer from the exam chair. Jean nods and adds that note into your chart. Of course, it's still a possibility that you're dating someone, but he's not exactly sure how to ask. Or if he should. No, Jean knows he shouldn't. It's not professional. Dr. Levi Ackerman would throttle him.

“And what brought you to the western side?” He asks and pulls up your dental records.

“Pieck and I just wanted to explore a different part of the city,” you answer and shrug.

“Yeah? How you like it here so far?” Jean mindlessly scrolls through your records. He's skimming them, stalling for time to chat with you, to learn more about you beyond what's in your chart.

“Love it,” you emphasize. “The eastern side was a bit too corporate for me. I like all the small shops around here.”

Jean swivels in his chair to turn to you. “So you don't miss the east side at all? Nothing tying you there?” This is about as close as he can get to asking you if you have a boyfriend without making it inappropriate.

“Nope.” You make direct eye contact with Jean. The mischievous glimmer in your eyes sends ripples up and down his body. “That's the great part about moving to a new place. I'm open and available for anything.” Heat rises to Jean's face. He didn't expect you to answer so confidently. He puts on his face mask on to cover up his blushing face. Well, that answers that, he thinks.

“Oh by the way,” Jean says as he realizes there was something in your chart worth noting. He turns back to the computer screen to double check. “Just a heads up that next time you come in, we'll have to do updated x-rays.”

“Ugh.”

Jean chuckles. “Sensitive gag reflex?” The words are out of his mouth before he realizes the implications of what he asked. He didn't mean it like that though. Plenty of patients struggle with sensitive gag reflex, so it's not something he's thought of as inherently sexual. But with you on his exam chair? It's a totally different connotation.

“Oh, very,” you drawl. Jean's eyes practically pop out of his skull. He's relieved that he's looking at the computer screen and not you. Not while he's wondering exactly how sensitive your gag reflex is, especially if -

No, no, NO, Jean reprimands himself. He clears his throat again.

“Alright then.” He's not sure how to segue out of that. He pulls on a new pair of gloves and gets to work.

It's no exaggeration for Jean to say you have the prettiest mouth he's ever seen. He's glad that he has several years of dental cleaning experience and can turn his brain on autopilot. If he were less experienced, he might get distracted. Since you're unable to talk, Jean loses himself in his work, moving from one tooth to the next to remove plaque. There's not much too of it – he can tell you keep up with your regular cleanings.

After a couple minutes, Jean wipes the scaler off and returns to your mouth, which you've closed. Obedient, you open your mouth as Jean moves closer to you – and you lick a gloved finger tip. He freezes.

Did that really just happen?

No, that had to be an accident.

But you're making direct eye contact with him again, as if presenting a challenge.

Jean clears his throat, again, and tries to ignore the faint pulsing in between his legs.

Get your shit together, Kirstein, he berates himself.

He continues his work, but Jean's finger tip is still warm where you licked him. After a few more minutes, he's finished with the plaque removal.

“Nice,” he says and switches to the polisher. “I can tell you're pretty good about coming in for appointments.”

“I am a pretty good girl about that,” you answer in a low voice.

Jean gulps.

He turns to you and rolls his chair closer to yours.

“Um – ready?” He holds the polisher in one hand.

“Ready.” You lick your lips and open your mouth.

The faint pulsing in between Jean's legs throbs as he imagines what your mouth would look like wrapped around his dick.

His mental filter is destroyed.

Jean is a goner.

He forces himself to focus on polishing your teeth, even though his eyes are pulling him to sneak a peak at your cleavage. What he wouldn't give to rip his gloves off and trace your body while you lie on the exam chair.

Jean is grateful that you can't possibly see the raging boner under his long, white coat.

After he's done polishing your teeth, Jean gives you a swig of water and places the suction in your mouth to finish up. You hold on to the suction as it cleans out the water in your mouth.

Jean's hand trembles as he holds it inside your mouth. You hold onto it for far longer than necessary.

“Mmmm,” you hum and gaze at Jean with lazy eyes.

His heart pounds.

He wants to make you hum like that again.

With his fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything.

“Alright, how we doin'???” Dr. Hange Zoe bursts in to greet you two.

You open your mouth and Jean quickly removes the suction.

“Good,” you both answer at the same time.

“Can I take a look?” Dr. Zoe plops onto the other chair and rolls toward you. Jean tears himself away and busies himself with going over your chart on the computer again. “Any issues, Jean?”

“Nope, she's perfect,” he answers. And he means it. He's not quite sure what it is pulling him toward you – your bold attitude, your confidence, your sparkling eyes, and most obviously, your plush lips. Jean folds his hands in his lap, silently begging Dr. Zoe to stay focused on you and not his still present boner.

“Wow, you've got a great set of teeth!” They exclaim. “No risk of cavities anywhere. I'm not worried about anything. We really don't see mouths like this every day, do we Jean?”

“Um, uh – no, we don't,” Jean stutters. He stares at your phone number in your chart. It would be all too easy to write it down while Dr. Zoe was examining you.

But he couldn't – he shouldn't – cross that line. No, he's not some perv.

“I think we're all good here,” Dr. Zoe says and removes their gloves. “Jean boy, why don't you schedule our fine patient's next appointment?” They run off to see the next patient before waiting for a response. Jean pulls up the schedule and clicks through to the spring.

“It'll be the usual six months out,” he explains. “How's Friday morning again?”

“Sounds like a date. Though I was hoping for sooner than six months.”

Jean's mouth goes dry.

“Yeah, standard procedure, it's too bad. . .” he trails off and sneaks a peak at you behind his shoulder. You're sitting up now and grinning like a devil. “Anyways, I'll walk you out?” Thankfully, his boner has mostly dissipated. Mostly. He folds his hand in front of his crotch just in case. “Any plans for the weekend?”

“I haven't made too many friends on this side of town yet. The weekend might be a good opportunity though. Actually - I'll be at the bar down the street Saturday night.”

“Oh really?” Jean's voice squeaks ever so slightly. He knows exactly what bar you're talking about. After shifts, he and Sasha sometimes stop there and meet up with a few of their other friends.

“Uh huh,” you nod slowly and grab your still damp jacket from the rack. Jean towers over you as you slowly zip it up. “I guess I'll see you in six months – or maybe sooner.” You wink as you dash out the door before Jean has a chance to say goodbye.

Like a zombie, he walks back behind the desk over to Sasha.

“Um, how much time before my next patient?” He asks and leans over to see the schedule on her computer.

Sasha whirls around. “I have a more important question who was that? She sounded like she was begging you to go out with her!” Her amber eyes beg Jean for more information.

“What now?” A deadpan voice forces Jean to stand up pin straight.

“Nothing, sir!” Though Dr. Levi Ackerman was nearly a foot shorter than Jean, he never ceased to scare the shit out of him. Dr. Ackerman gives Jean the side eye. “I heard something about flirting? I swear to god Kirstein-”

“It was nothing sir, I swear!” Jean tries to explain, terrified that his professional behavior is being questioned, or worse, that Dr. Ackerman will reassign you to another dental hygienist.

“Tch.” Dr. Ackerman stalks off, temporarily satisfied.

Relieved, Jean collapses in the chair next to Sasha.

“Your next appointment is in about 15 minutes – Floch, do you remember him?”

Jean wracks his brain. “Ah yeah, serial cavity offender. Can't wait,” he grumbles.

He wishes all his patients looked like you.

~ ~ ~

You and your best friend Pieck cackle on the floor of your living room together. You clutch your stomach, aching from laughter.

“I can't believe I did that,” you gasp out and wipe tears of laughter from your eyes. As soon as you came home from the dentist, you told Pieck everything. You're not usually that bold, but relative anonymity empowered you.

“Way to start out our move with a bang,” Pieck laughs. “Although, not quite,” she gives a wry smile. “What did he look like? Tell me more!”

“Ugh,” you groan and roll onto your stomach. “Sexy as hell. Tall, really tall. Ashy brown hair – kinda shaggy, but it works for him. Hazel eyes. He seemed pretty fit too.”

“Sounds like you got a pretty good look. I still can't believe you did that,” Pieck shakes her head, her dark waves flying all over. “You're going to get banned for sexual harassment!” She teases.

“And I'd do it again,” you giggle and shrug.

You mean it – mostly. It might make for an awkward appointment in the spring, but with the way Jean flushed every time you teased him, you couldn't help but egg him on.

“Do you think he'll actually show up tomorrow night?” Pieck asks more seriously.

“I dunno.” You place your hand on your chin. “But I think it's worth going regardless.”

You and Pieck pick a seat at the bar that gives you two a perfect view of the front doors. You sit on margaritas all night, but the tall dental hygienist you're looking for never shows. You admit you're a little disappointed. With how flustered Jean was, you thought he might return your interest, but perhaps not. Or maybe he was seeing someone else. Guilt sinks into you as you wonder if pushed the poor guy too far. You shake it off and chat with Pieck about all the new places in your neighborhood you want to try.

The next six months pass by in a blur. You start your new job, which is boring, quite honestly, but it pays the bills. You and Pieck make new friends through various activities like a book club, yoga classes, and the community garden. You go on a few dates here and there, but nothing really sticks. They're a fun time, but thoughts about a certain tall dental hygienist come back like a boomerang.

You search the clinic website to try and find Jean's last name, but they only have the doctors listed. You've never been much into dating apps, but you download them all in hopes that you find him. You don't. So he's either taken or not into dating apps.

Admittedly, Jean begins to fade into memory as the days grow colder.

Then when spring hits, you remember.

You're practically skipping as you walk to your dentist appointment. The spring sun warms you from head to toe. You breath in the fresh scent of blooming cherry blossoms. You hope you didn't scare Jean away and that he's still your dental hygienist.

The same woman with long, brown hair and eager amber eyes greets you. Her name tag reads Sasha. You plop down on the white couches and aimlessly scroll through your phone.

A familiar voice calls your name.

You jerk your head up.

Jean stands in front of you with a wry smile on his face. “I'm ready for you.”

“Oh, uh, perfect,” you stutter and stand up. You follow him to the exam room.

He's even taller than you remembered. And more rugged – this time he's sporting a bit of scruff.

“After you,” he says and gestures to the exam chair. You sit down and turn sideways to watch him bring up your chart on the computer. You confirm that you have the same number, address, emergency contact, all the basic information.

“Any regular coffee or soda intake?” Jean asks.

“Occasional coffee,” you answer and swing your legs back forth. You twirl the ends of your hair. “I have an. . . addictive personality.”

“Oh yeah?” Jean turns to meet you with his earthy hazel eyes. He smirks and tilts his head. “What's your flavor?”

“Mostly bitter,” you blurt. “With a splash of milk.”

“Sounds right up my alley,” Jean says, holding eye contact. “Anyways.” He gets up and pulls out a strange looking machine. “We need to do updated x-rays today since your chart says it's been a few years.”

“Great,” you mutter. Last time you had to do these at the other clinic, you practically choked on everything the dental hygienist shoved in your mouth.

“Don't worry, I'll be gentle,” Jean purrs. “I remember you said you had a . . . sensitive gag reflex.”

You gulp as you turn yourself to sit the correct way in the exam chair. It's your turn to be flustered now.

Jean turns to you and holds a long, plastic device with his careful, gloved hands.

“Open up,” he whispers. “Nice and wide.”

You obey. You have no idea what the x-ray equipment is called, all you know is that it looks like some sort of instrument of torture devised for those cursed with small mouths.

“Bite down here,” Jean commands and taps on a red tab. You follow his instructions and fight to keep from gagging as the end of the device pokes the back of your throat. After a few seconds of extreme discomfort, Jean motions for you to open your mouth.

“Good girl,” he praises you as he slowly pulls the contraption out of your mouth. Goosebumps prickle up and down your arms.

Once the x-rays are done, you lie down for the regular cleaning and polishing. Jean runs a glove-covered thumb over your bottom lip as your mouth parts.

“Still looking good,” he murmurs.

You're not sure whether it's good or bad that you can't speak right now. Your soft lips burn under the gentle pressure of Jean's thumb. Your heart pounds with every movement Jean's fingers make in your mouth. It's not the exact actions – they're exactly the same as than any other dentist appointment. It's the sensual intention.

Or is it just your imagination? The urge to experiment rushes through you like a heat wave.

Jean's deft fingers move from tooth to tooth, perfecting them. In the middle of these movements, you find an opportunity to poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue. He pauses, hazel eyes widening. There's no hiding what Jean is thinking. The corners of your mouth tilt up, knowing that lewd thoughts about you are pouring into his mind.

He clears his throat and moves your tongue back with his fingers.

“Behave yourself,” he chastises you.

You want to giggle, but your mouth is full of, well – him.

Jean is finished with the cleaning all too soon. Dr. Zoe bursts in with the same gusto you remember from last time.

“How's our best patient doing?” They ask and bounce up and down on the chair next to you.

“Couldn't be better,” you grin and look past their excited demeanor to Jean. His hazel eyes burn with intensity. This time, he doesn't hide in the computer. Your body tingles knowing that he's undressing you with his eyes. His tongue slips out of his mouth and runs along his bottom lip. You have to break eye contact as Dr. Zoe does their own examination, albeit much quicker and less invasive than Jean's. It takes everything you have to refrain from jumping out of the chair and onto Jean.

“No issues,” Dr. Zoe confirms, almost a carbon copy of last fall. “Except watch the spot right behind your front teeth. It's not anything major, I can just tell that you're missing that spot when brushing. Anyways, I gotta do a root canal – see you in the fall!” They say your name and dash off to another less fortunate patient.

“So our perfect patient is not so perfect?” Jean raises an eyebrow at you as the two of you are alone in the room again.

“I guess not,” you sigh. “Seems I'm missing a spot.”

“I can help you with any spots you need help with,” he says, eyes lingering at your breasts. The sensitive spot between your legs begins to throb at that idea.

You cross your legs and smirk. The boldness you felt at that last appointment has returned. “And how might you help me with that?”

“I know a few ways,” Jean begins, “but it might be best for outside the office. Maybe at a certain bar tomorrow night.”

You pause. Tomorrow is Saturday. The same day of the week you suggested Jean meet you six months ago, and he never showed.

“A Saturday appointment? You must be a hard worker.” You tease. “How can I guarantee you'll be there?” You push, refusing to be let down again.

“I think I know a way.” Jean holds up a business card and drops it on the floor. You frown, not quite understanding. He gets up and leaves the room. “I'll walk you out when you're ready,” he calls.

You get up from the exam chair and grab the card off the floor.

Jean Kirstein.

It lists his title as a dental hygienist, the clinic phone number and his work email – nothing personal or interesting, aside from his last name. You flip the card over.

His cell phone number is scrawled on the back. A smile spreads across your face. He must mean it this time.

You pocket the card and flounce out of the room and walk side-by-side with Jean down the hallway. “I just realized we didn't talk about scheduling your next appointment. Same time, same place?” He asks, mischief dancing in his eyes.

You realize just how tall this man is when you have to crane your next up to look at him as you reach the lobby.

“Works for me. The earlier the better.”

Your heart throbs with anticipation – and nerves. You dash out the door without saying goodbye.

“Shut up.” You hear Jean hiss as you leave, no doubt to the woman who was checking patients in for appointments.

You know you won't have to wait another six months to see Jean Kirstein.

~ ~ ~

You tap your fingers repeatedly on the edge of the bar table in a sort of rhythmic trance. It's Saturday evening and you're waiting to see if your dental hygienist shows up – if Jean Kirstein shows up. You remind yourself to refer to his actual name, not his occupation. A dark-haired man sitting nearby you catches your eyes with his bright green ones. Well, if Jean doesn't show up, at least there's something to look at, you think.

Before arriving at the bar, you agonized over what to wear while Pieck sat on your bed and gave nods of approval for outfits you liked. In the end, you chose a springy dress with a black leather jacket. Cute, but a little edgy.

You've already downed one gin and tonic to calm your nerves. Jean seemed to be pretty damn clear that he'd be here this time. And you have his number to text if he doesn't.

You dig your phone out of your purse, wondering if it's been long enough that you should text. You're just about to type out a message when -

“Hey there.” You look up, expecting warm, hazel eyes, but piercing green ones meet you instead. The man who's been trying to catch your attention all evening.

“Hi.” A smile spreads across your face. Though you'd rather see Jean, you can't help but smile an another attractive man – you're only human, after all.

“Eren,” the man introduces himself and offers a warm hand. You shake it, noticing the rough calluses. Eren clearly works out. “I couldn't help but notice you're here alone. Can I buy you drink? My time is free.” He offers a sly grin.

You consider Eren's offer for half a second, but a hand with long fingers claps down on his shoulder.

“Actually, she's here with me.”

An even bigger smile bursts across your face. Any notion of entertaining a night with someone else flees from your mind.

Jean is here.

“Sorry for the confusion,” you apologize to Eren, though you're really not that sorry. “Nice to meet you though,” you call out as he turns away, disgruntled.

“And I'm sorry I'm late,” Jean apologizes to you. “I got a bit uh, preoccupied.” He runs his hand through his ash brown hair. He looks different outside of the dental office. Younger and more nervous. More human. He's wearing dark jeans and an olive green button up, though the last couple buttons remain open, giving you an open view of his throat and a glimpse of his chest – which seems to be as well defined as you imagined.

“No worries,” you reassure him and use your straw to shuffle the ice in your mostly empty glass. “I'm glad you showed up this time.”

Jean places his hands on the chair in front of you and leans over slightly. “Yeesh, I'm not off to a great start, am I?” He asks, another apology written on his face. “I chickened out last time, if I'm being honest. I was nervous about,” he pauses to think, “professional boundaries.”

“I didn't get you in trouble, did I?” You tease.

“Nah,” he waves and laughs, giving you a full view of his teeth. Of course the guy who works at a dental office has perfect teeth. You wonder what they might feel like on your skin. Heat flushes your face. “Anyways – what are you drinking?” He points to your empty glass.

“Gin and tonic.” You raise your glass. Jean takes it and stalks off to the bar.

You shift to cross your legs and can't help but smile as Jean orders drinks for you two. You've never been this bold before, so you certainly didn't imagine the dental appointment encounter would turn in to anything – but here you are. And here is Jean, returning to your table with another gin and tonic for you and one for him.

“I think you had a good idea,” he says, sitting down and placing the drinks on your table. “Spring is the best time for gin.” He takes a sip and holds eye contact with you. You haven't even made physical contact tonight, but those earthy hazel eyes threaten to shatter every part of your being.

You nod in agreement and mirror Jean, taking a sip of your drink. “So, back to the professional boundaries,” you begin. “Leaving your number on the card was clever.”

Jean chuckles. “I was mulling over that one for days. I knew your appointment was coming up and I didn't want to mess it up this time.”

“And you couldn't take my number from my chart?” You smirk and play with your straw with your tongue. Jean is captivated by your swirling tongue.

“Definitely would've been a privacy violation. Dr. Ackerman would've had my ass if he ever found out. But nobody can fault me for dropping a business card that just happened to have my cell number on it.” He shrugs in mock innocence.

“That makes sense,” you nod, taking on a slightly more serious tone as you find yourself wondering more about Jean's life. “Which one is Dr. Ackerman?”

“Small guy with dark hair. Usually looks like someone just shoved something up his ass,” Jean laughs. You recall passing this doctor in the hallway – and his photo on the dental clinic website. “It's a wonder Dr. Zoe saw something in him.”

“Wait.” You tilt your head. “Dr. Zoe and Dr. Ackerman are together?” You're a bit bewildered by this, given Dr. Zoe's erratic nature and Dr. Ackerman's stoicism.

“Yep,” Jean answers and takes a swig of his drink. “Most people wouldn't know by the way they act. But yeah, they met in grad school and started this clinic together.”

“And how'd you end up at the clinic?” You're not usually one to chat about jobs – to you, they're fairly meaningless, but considering it's a major part of how you met Jean, you want to know more.

“Mmm, I always found human biology interesting. I thought it would be fun to specialize in something, so I shadowed Dr. Zoe for a few weeks on summer and they never let me go. They're also a part-time professor at the university I went to, so it was an easy in. They tried to convince me to continue schooling to be a dentist, but I prefer spending time with patients, which you ironically don't get to do as much when you're a doctor. And, to be honest, I didn't want to go to grad school any longer than I had to.”

“Amen to that.” You lift your drink up and you clink your glasses together. You had briefly considered grad school, but the though of dropping another few thousand dollars didn't sit right with you.

You ask Jean a few more questions and learn that he lives with two of his best friends from college, Connie Springer and Marco Bodt. Jean is an only child and frequently visits his parents in Trost. He played basketball and ran track when he was in high school, but gave up sports in college in favor of his studies – and an art club.

“An art club? For real?” You ask.

Jean chuckles. “You'd think science and art don't mix well, but I think they go hand-in-hand. I think there's something beautiful about human biology, so I used that for inspiration for a lot of my sketches.” He pauses and stares at you with a wistful gaze. “Anyways. What about you? What more should I know about you besides your perfect mouth?” Jean gives you a crooked smirk.

It's like a live wire flashes through you. It's strange, this combination of genuinely getting to know you – and suggestive flirting. This isn't exactly one-night stand behavior. You aren't sure what to expect, but you can't deny the magnetic pull toward Jean's mind and body.

You tell Jean about how you grew up in smaller town in the southern part of the region, but had always craved something bigger. You went to college in Jinae, a step up, but it still wasn't quite what you were looking for.

Jean perks up at this. “Jinae? Really? My roommate Marco grew up there. Any chance you know him?”

You shake your head. “Sorry, doesn't ring a bell. It's a big area.”

“Figured it was worth asking.” Jean places his chin on his hand. “So why didn't you stay in Jinae?”

“I, um,” you bite your bottom lip, wondering why you're about to confess this to a near stranger. And yet, there's a warmth and genuine curiosity about Jean that encourages you to open up. “I didn't have the easiest time making friends.” Jean tilts his head at you, silently asking for further explanation. “I had friends in classes and clubs, sure, but I rarely got an invite to hang out after class or on weekends.” Weekends were the bane of your existence in college. You had often wondered if you should transfer, but weren't willing to fill out the mountain of required paperwork. Your face burns, wondering what Jean thinks of your difficult time in college.

“So how'd you meet Pieck?” Jean picks up on your nerves and deftly moves the conversation forward. “It sounds like you two are pretty close.” Jean slurps down the last of his drink.

You explain that out of sheer boredom on weekends, during your senior year you signed up to volunteer to help maintain one of the campus wildflower gardens. Pieck was there too, and you two have been inseparable ever since. When she asked what your plans were after graduation, if you'd consider moving to the big city with her, and you jumped at the opportunity.

“Pieck is a spit fire,” you laugh and swirl your straw in your once again empty glass. “She keeps me alive.” You're not sure if it's the alcohol or Jean's gaze that warms you from head to toe.

“Sounds like someone else I know.” Jean winks. Under the table, his foot nudges yours and moves up and down, tracing the outline of your calf. Your insides shiver. “I'm done if you are,” Jean says as he shakes his glass, the ice chiming like a spring melody. “Want to get out of here and sober up a bit?”

“Definitely.”

~ ~ ~

Jean holds your hand and leads you down a winding stone path that connects to another right by the river. The two of you meander along the river and make idle chat. As a seasoned veteran of western Mitras, Jean gives you a fair amount of suggestions of places that you and Pieck can check out – coffee shops, bookstores, theaters, wine bars, etc.

“Oh, this is the best part,” he interrupts himself and pulls you across a bridge that matches the stone walkway. With his long legs, you have to half jog to keep up with Jean. He stops in the middle and leans back against the stone. You mirror him and take in the view of the city lights. It's like dancing fireflies in the night.

“This view is spectacular,” you breath.

“Yes, it is.”

You look up at Jean, but he's not looking at the city skyline. He's looking right at you. A sharp, spring wind cuts into you like a knife. You shiver and automatically lean in closer to Jean's body heat. You're close enough to smell his cologne – sandalwood?

Jean cups your face with his hand, and leans down to you. Your heart beat thunders as he draws closer and closer. He stops just inches away from your lips. You can see every shade of his earthy hazel eyes. Jean raises an eyebrow – a nonverbal question.

You smile and nod, closing your eyes.

Jean closes the gap.

The first kiss is soft, tentative.

Jean's other hand wanders to the back of your head, twisting his fingers in your hair. His grip is firm, yet gentle.

You place your hands on each of his arms, craving to touch his firm biceps without the jacket in the way.

Jean's tongue flicks to your lips, asking another nonverbal question.

You open your mouth, and his sweet and sour taste floods your senses. Your kisses grow hungrier. You're both desperate for more. Your hands wander up and down Jean's chest, begging to touch more, as are his, as he slips a warm hand under your dress, tracing your thighs while the other hand holds your hip.

Jean breaks away for a half second. “You taste as good as I imagined,” he murmurs and returns to your lips for more. “Better, actually,” he adds in between desperate kisses.

You pull away, head spinning.

You know exactly what you want, and given the look in Jean's eyes, you know what he wants too.

“Pieck is home tonight,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath. “Your place?”

Jean grimaces. “Marco and Connie have a few friends over.”

“Ah.” You slide your hands off Jean and look at the stone bridge beneath you. So much for ending with a bang – like Pieck said.

“Unless?” Jean raises an eyebrow and a mischievous look takes over his face.

~ ~ ~

“This is insane,” you giggle. Jean holds one of your hands while the other digs his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door to the dental clinic. “Won't someone be able to see that you've used your key fob?”

“Nah,” Jean says and pulls you through the door with him. “Sasha's the only one can see it – and she never does. I could always ask her to erase the history from the security system if I really need.”

The clinic is completely dark, except for a few security lights. The only sounds are your nervous giggles and Jean's breath. “This looks completely different now.”

“You're about to get a whole new perspective,” Jean grins. “C'mon.” He leans down and grabs you by the waist to throw you over his shoulder. You shriek and laugh, both from surprise and that Jean is strong enough to throw you over his shoulder like you're a sack of flour.

Jean walks all the way down the hallway and opens the door to the last exam room. The one you two were in yesterday.

“I'm ready for you,” he whispers and turns the dimmed lights on while still holding on to you with one hand.

Jean lays you down on the exam chair. You take your leather jacket off and lie down on your back.

This is indeed an entirely different perspective.

Jean crawls on top of you and kisses you with intensity, your tongues hungry, searching for more. You run your hands through his ash brown hair that he probably spent hours getting just right. Jean's hand creeps up under your dress again, this time wandering all the way up to your rib cage. His thumb strokes just along your bra line. Jean wiggles his hand under your bra and squeezes your breast. He runs his thumb back and forth over your nipple. You give a small shudder. You only breath when Jean takes a short kissing break to nip at your bottom lip. He's pinned your legs together with his knees, forceful enough to make you shiver, gentle enough to let you know you can stop any time.

But you don't want to stop.

You want more of Jean.

You break away and trace the outline of his face with your finger, his scruff gently scratching back at you.

“There's something I want,” you whisper. You close your mouth and poke your tongue on the inside of your cheek, mirroring your actions from a previous appointment. Jean smirks in both surprise and wonder.

“You sure?” He asks as he undoes his belt buckle.

“Mmhmm.”

Jean unzips his pants and they fall to the ground, belt buckle clanging against the hard floor. His boxers fall to his knees.

“Open wide then, pretty baby.”

Jean grips the head piece of the exam chair and surges forward.

Enormous is the only way to describe the most intimate part of his body. Your eyes widen, unsure if he can fit in your mouth. No, there's no way.

But you're sure as hell going to try.

You stroke his dick up and down with tantalizing fingers. Jean groans, begging for more.

You lean forward slightly and lick the precum leaking from his tip. You run your tongue up and down his shaft. Jean twitches and moans louder in response.

“Be a good girl and take me,” he gasps.

You're more than happy to accept Jean's challenge.

You take in as much of Jean's dick as you can, sucking and salivating. Jean's groans turn guttural. His arms on either side of you shake and bulge.

You repeat the motions and use one hand to stroke the very last of him that you can't quite fit in your mouth. The bundle of nerves in between your legs flushes, wondering what Jean will feel like there.

“Hey. . .” Jean trails off in between moans, “I think I'm gonna-”

With Jean's warning, you lurch forward in attempt to swallow as much of him as you can.

Except when his tip nudges the back of your throat, your throat heaves. Your stomach jerks up to your throat. You involuntarily push Jean away and out of your mouth.

You turn your head away, mouth now empty, and cough up the saliva caught in your throat.

“Shit, you okay?” Jean lowers himself to make eye contact with you, his eyes frantic.

“I'm fine,” you sputter and wipe your mouth. His face softens.

“So you do have a sensitive gag reflex?”

“I told you!” You and Jean burst out laughing together at the ridiculous scene – the two of you tangled up together, breathless on a dental exam chair. “So you didn't. . .?”

“Not yet,” Jean winks. “You know, there's something I'd like as well.” He tugs at the hem of your dress. You lift up your arms up for Jean to take your dress off with ease. He tosses it to the ground.

Jean leans in for a few kisses, then trails his lips down your neck, your collarbone, and finally, to your breasts. Goosebumps prickling on your skin follow Jean's lips. He pauses at your breasts and savors them – taking one in his mouth and giving you a little nip.

A soft groan escapes your lips.

Jean looks up at you for a second, smirks and then bites a little harder as he marks your chest. He flicks your nipple back and forth with his tongue before continuing his descent.

Jean kisses your stomach all the way down to your hips, where he bites down. You squirm and gasp – a blur between ticklish and pleasure.

He continues his path of kisses, down, down, down. You barely register that Jean slips off your panties. He parts your thighs and places them on top of his shoulders, granting himself a full view of the most intimate part of your body.

“Beautiful,” he whispers before he peppers your inner thighs with kisses. A spark ignites in between your legs. Jean teases your slit with his tongue, running up and down. Your entire body is a single flame, begging for more kindling.

“Jean, please,” you beg as you run your hands through his hair.

“Please what?” He pauses his teasing to grin up at you.

“Please. . .” you trail off and sigh as Jean resumes his teasing. “Play with my clit,” you gasp.

“C'mon now, darlin',” he purrs. “Be a good girl and wait for me.”

Jean parts your lips with his fingers and pushes his tongue inside you and trails up to your clit – but only with feather light pressure.

You whimper, craving more. You squirm and buck your hips, physically begging Jean. He grabs your hips, restraining you. You begin to drip.

He finally obliges.

Jean swirls his tongue around your bundle of nerves.

You release a high-pitched gasp and dig your nails into his arms.

Your body blazes into a roaring fire.

Jean is relentless in his efforts to make you cum, and you're both soon rewarded.

“J – Jean, I – I – I -” you gasp.

You can't get a thought, let alone a sentence, out before you climax.

Your body explodes into a wildfire. Several waves of tension and relaxation roll through you. Jean grips harder onto your hips and digs deeper with his tongue, keeping you going as long as he can.

As the last wave of pleasure collapses over you, you arms spill off the sides of the exam chair. Every muscle, every cell in your body has melted from your wildfire. Sparks ripple through your fingertips and toes.

“Wow,” you breath, unable to string together a coherent thought.

“Ready for more?” Jean grins and places his dick right at your entrance, rubbing up and down your slit, wetting his tip from you.

You jerk up and prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Ah, wait, do you have-”

“Got it,” Jean answers and dives down to his pants to grab an unwrapped condom from his pocket.

“You came prepared,” you huff, still unable to return to your normal voice.

“Always am,” he gives you a sly smirk. “Uh, although,” he pauses, giving his statement a second thought. “Not that I always do this. You're the only person I've ever brought here,” he stammers, his earthy hazel eyes widening.

“Good.” You find Jean's back and forth bravado and awkward nerves endearing. You take the half-opened condom from him. You rip it all the way open and hand it back to him.

“I'm patiently waiting for you. Get it, because I'm also your patient?” You chuckle at your own bad joke and lie back down on the table, legs open.

“Yes, I get it,” Jean rolls his eyes and returns your smile as he rolls the condom on. “Are you ready for me?” He whispers, hovering over you, and kisses the shell of your ear.

“Ready.”

He nudges his tip at your entrance. Your lips part and stretch, making way for his length.

“All good?” He whispers. You nod and bite your lower lip in anticipation. “I'll go slow. Let me know if it hurts.”

“Mm'kay,” you breath as he sinks deeper into you. You grimace slightly as your walls adjust to his length. Jean pauses and raises his eyebrows at you. “Keep going,” you command and place your hands on his ass, urging him to melt deeper into you.

Jean obeys, sinking more and more until he's all the way inside you. He pumps slowly, glancing at you every so often to let you control his pace. Jean sighs with every stroke, worshiping your body as his hands wander and praise every inch of you. You release a mewl as his dick reaches your most sensitive spot, making your insides curl with pleasure.

“Right there, hmm?” Jean pumps harder and faster with a new desperation. He lifts your hips at a slight angle, closer to him – Jean can't get enough of you. He dives for your neck, sucking and biting, muffling his rising groans. “Need more,” he growls.

Without warning, he lifts you up off the chair and you curl around him like a koala, as if by second nature. You're slammed against the nearest wall, Jean still holding you by your thighs, and fucks you against the wall. You cling to him and rest your chin on his shoulder. His weight against you forces a breathy moan with every powerful stroke. Jean's dick reaches deep inside you, a spot you didn't even know existed releasing heat throughout your body. You rake your nails up and down his back as he rails into you over and over again.

“Soon,” he pants.

Curious, you lift your chin off Jean's shoulder and find his hazel eyes glazed over, drunk on you. His mouth is parted and a bead of sweat drips down his temple.

You give Jean a crooked smirk, and that pretty smile of yours is what pushes him over the edge.

He releases a moan of purse ecstasy, and chants your name like a prayer. His arms shake, but still hold you firm against the wall. You know he won't drop you until he's completely finished spilling into you.

After several final strokes, Jean carries you back over to the exam chair and collapses back on top of you. He rests his head on your breasts and you rhythmically stroke his ash brown hair.

As you both catch you breath, Jean looks back up at you with a devilish grin.

“So,” he starts and runs his pointer finger along your lips. “When do I get to see that pretty mouth again?”

“Definitely sooner than six months,” you say and nip at his finger.

“Good. I do want to see you again,” Jean confirms. “Outside the office. Very unprofessionally.”

“I think we can arrange another appointment,” you tease. “As long as I'm your star patient.”

“You are certainly the best patient I've ever had.”

[dont-f-with-moogles]

>> Chapter 5: Hide Me From Their Eyes (on AO3)

Levi was standing in the doorway, frowning at the explosion of clothes.  “What the hell are you doing?” “Sir, Hange started throwing her underwear around before we could stop her!” Oluo burst out, “it was truly terrifying!” Hange swung a vicious kick at him. “See? Unwarranted violence!” 

Series recap: Hange learns more about Levi, his Squad and life on Paradis Island, including how daily power outages can strike at the most inopportune of moments. Levi's suspicions of the Military Police grow, until he is resolved to travel to Mitras for answers.

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Ball in Sina

WARNING: mild spice scene at the end.

“A gathering in Mitras?” Levi asked as he grabbed his tea cup. “No chance.”

“When you’re from a place like the Underground, you don’t really get opportunities like this.” Y/N said. “It’s still a no though, Erwin.”

“There’ll be a great impact if both of you arrive. Humanity’s Strongest Soldiers arriving at a fancy party of higher ups will be good for the Survey Corps.” Erwin explained.

“It’s a fancy gathering, we have no interest in these things.” Levi muttered as he looked at his twin sister.

”Most of its going to be those Unicorn Pricks and that one Drunk Garrison guy.” Y/N said. “Unless we’ve been invited we’re not going.”

Just as Y/N said that, Erwin pulled out a letter from his right pocket and opened it up. Clearing his throat he began to read out a section of the fancy handwriting on the paper.

“You are allowed to bring one guest with you, whether it be a friend, partner or an acquaintance.” Erwin quoted before looking at the duo.

”That means only one of us is going.” Y/N said before leaning against the wall behind her.

”Hange also received an invitation, not so sure why..” Erwin explained, mumbling the last bit. “Hange already decided to take one of you so that all four of us can come.”

”Can’t Mike go with you?” Levi asked as he sipped on his tea.

”He’s busy with paperwork and so is Nanaba, and Gelgar, along with all of the other Captains…” Erwin mumbled. Suddenly Hange bursted into the room with the same letter in her hands.

”GOOD AFTERNOON! Hello Erwin, Y/N and Levi!” Hange happily said as she waved the letter in her hands.

”Good afternoon Hange.” Erwin formally greeted whereas the two Ackerman siblings stayed sat down, silently.

”Has Erwin told you about the invitation?” Hange asked happily.

”Yes, he has Hange.” Y/N answered causing Hange to grin mischievously. “Now we’ll just have to choose partners, but honestly I don’t care who I’ll end up with.”

”I’ll go with Levi!” Hange happily said as she turned towards him. “Hey Levi did you know-“

”No. Shut up.” Levi quickly said, shutting Hange from blabbering.

”That means you and me Y/N.” Erwin said. “It’ll be a party in Mitras so we’ll have to be formal. The party will take place next week on Sunday, a carriage will arrive at roughly 5 o’clock so we should arrive in half an hour. Any questions?”

”Just one. How did Hange get an invitation but Humanity’s Strongest Soldiers didn’t?” Y/N asked.

”I.. do not know that.” Erwin said as the trio looked at Hange, awaiting for an answer.

”Why’re you looking at me for?! I didn’t think I’d get invited to Mitras either, okay?!” Hange exclaimed.

As the week went by, eventually the time came for when the four higher ups would travel together for the party. Erwin wore a dark royal blue suit with a red tie. Levi wore his iconic black suit and stood beside Erwin in his office.

”Do you know when Y/N or Hange will be coming.?” Erwin asked as he checked the time awkwardly.

”No.” Levi bluntly said.

Suddenly the door opened and revealed the two scouts, dressed in their formal attire. Hange had worn a suit as well, claiming the suit looked to fabulous and had to be shown off. Y/N wore a black dress which flowed nicely as she walked towards them. (You can decide what it looks like)

”I-is everyone ready?” Erwin said as he quickly looked away from Y/N.

”Let’s get going already.” Levi said as he got up and saw the fancy carriage outside of the building. “The carriage is here too.”

Quickly rushing out of the building and into the carriage, they sat down and set off to Mitras. The journey was long so Erwin began to talk with Levi about upcoming expeditions whilst Hange mentioned her Titan experiments and theories to Y/N. Soon, the carriage arrived in Wall Sina, right in front of the very building in which the grand hall was located.

Stepping out the carriages, Erwin helped Y/N out like the gentleman he was before offering his arm for her to hold onto, in which she accepted.

”You look quite stunning today.” Erwin whispered in her ear as they walked slowly.

”Thanks you, you look rather… nice.” Y/N mumbled as she walked beside him. Walking into the hall, to the side was a large table in which expensive food was laid out along with sweet dishes and other grand things. There were multiple round tables which could fit up to 8 people and in the middle of the hall was nothing for it was space for guests to dance with one another, whilst a band played music in the corner of the hall.

”When you said it was fancy.. I didn’t expect this Erwin.” Y/N confessed as her hands fell to her sides.

”This is Wall Sina I guess. Even I didn’t expect it to be this luxurious.” Erwin said as he looked around before meeting eyes with Nile.

”Oh great, the thin moustache bastard..” Levi muttered under his breath.

”You’ve met him before?” Hange asked quietly for once. “You must know how much of a pain he is then.”

“I have but Y/N hasn’t, he’s a real dick alright.” Levi mumbled before turning away. “Shit, he’s coming towards us.”

”Erwin, good to see you.” Nile said as he reached out to shake Erwin’s hands. “Glad you could make it.”

”Happy to be here, Nile.” Erwin replied as he shook his hand. “Who’d you bring with you?”

”Oh just a cadet from the Military.. I see Captain Levi is with you.” Nile said as he frowned at Levi glaring at him.

”Actually he’s Hanges partner for tonight. Tonight I brought along Y/N, she’s Levi’s sister.” Erwin said as he placed an arm on he back.

”Good Afternoon.” Y/N said as she looked towards Nile and reached out to shake his hand. Blush evidently spread across Nile’s face once he saw Y/N but quickly took her hand and kissed the knuckles of her soft hands. Disgusted, Y/N slowly pulled her hand back and wiped it against the back of her dress. Erwin’s calmer look was much more annoyed as he stared at Nile, wondering what he was doing.

”We haven’t met before as it seems.” Nile said as he smiled at Y/N. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N. If you hadn’t heard already, I’m the Commander of the Military Police.”

”Nice to meet you too, we’ll see you later I suppose.” Y/N said as she looked at Erwin who simply smiled at her and looked towards Nile.

”We better take our seat now, shall we?” Erwin asked before Nile interrupted.

”Why don’t you sit with us? It’s best if there’s no empty seats at a table instead of there being multiple.” Nile said as he pointed to his table.

”Fine.” Erwin replied, still keeping his composure. The four walked towards the table and sat in the seats. Somehow, Nile ended up next to Y/N whilst Erwin stayed on her other side.

”Y/N, let’s swap places.” Levi said as he tried helping her out of the situation.

”It’s fine like this.” Erwin and Nile both said at the same time, causing them to look at each other. After a long speech, made by Darius Zachary, everyone began to chatter amongst themselves. Nile’s partner soon arrived, a disgusting smell lingering on him.

”Where'd you go?” Nile asked

”I went for a smoke. Besides, I only missed out on some boring old speech.” He said before sitting down beside Nile. “Who are these folks?”

”These are members of the Survey Corps. You remember Captain Levi and Commander Erwin, don’t you?” Nile asked. “This is Felix, he’s my partner for tonight.”

”Y-yeah yeah. Nice to see you all again..” Felix muttered as he looked away from Levi’s death stare and towards Y/N. “I haven’t seen you before. Who might a dazzling lady like you be?”

”Y/N Ackerman.” Y/N bluntly said, not reaching out to shake his hand. Watching Felix, he leaned back on his chair and smirked towards her before sipping on his wine. Much to his dismay, Erwin stared at the Military Police member before sipping on his water.

“Oi Felix, don’t you think it’s early to be drinking?” Nile asked quietly. “You already had a cigarette.”

”Relax, just trying to impress the lady.” Felix whispered into Miles ear before getting up along with everyone else and heading towards the large tables of food. Grabbing a plate, Y/N placed small portions of recognisable food and sat back down at the table. Looking up, Nile had sat in his seat whilst Felix had rushed to Erwin’s seat, moving it closer to Y/N.

”Say, Y/N-“ Felix began to say.

”That’s Erwin’s seat, so could you please move off it. Also you reek of cigarettes and onions.” Y/N said as Erwin arrived to the table.

”H-huh..?” Felix mumbled before getting up and moving back to his seat and slumping in his chair. Erwin quickly sat down beside Y/N, not caring to adjust his chair back to its regular position whilst Levi and Hange sat down together.

”So Y/N, why’d you choose the Survey Corps?” Nile asked as he cut his steak and chewed it down.

”I’m not so sure, but if I had to guess it was probably because it was my only option and also because Levi chose it too.” Y/N answered as she picked up her glass of water.

”Y’know, the Military Police has a few spaces for talented soldiers like you.” Nile replied as he smiled towards Y/N.

”Thank you for the offer but I kindly decline.” Y/N quickly said.

”Both of Humanity’s Strongest Soldiers are apart of Survey Corps which means a lot to us, Nile.” Erwin said as he smiled at him.

”I suppose so, still, the offer still stands. If you do end up moving branches, you could work beside me and some of the fellow Captains-“ Nile began to say.

”Hey Nile, how’s Marie?” Erwin interrupted.

”Marie.? She’s alright I suppose.” Nile answered. “Why’d you ask now?”

“She was one of my old acquaintances, besides am I not meant to ask about one’s wife’s condition?” Erwin asked.

”You’re married?” Y/N asked as she looked at Nile’s hand to see a silver ring. “Good for you.”

“For how long if you don’t mind me asking? Five, six years now if I had to guess.” Erwin said.

”R-right.” Nile mumbled embarrassed.

”And how’s your daughter? Heard she’s turning four soon.” Erwin admitted. “If we can, Y/N and I will drop by and see you all. You know how Hange and Levi can be so it’ll be us two.”

”N-no no it’s alright.” Nile said as he sipped on his wine. “You don’t have to visit, you must be uhm busy..”

”Erwin, what’re you doing?” Y/N whispered into his ear as she glanced back at Nile, who was looking away from them.

”Excuse us, just for one moment.” Erwin requested before grabbing ahold of Y/N’s hand and dragging her out of the hall.

”Erwin. Erwin. Erwin! What are you doing?” Y/N asked as Erwin ignored her and dragged her back to the carriage, making sure no one was around.

“Get in, we’re leaving. I’ll tell Hange to come with Levi whilst I pardon Darius for our sudden leave.” Erwin explained.

”Why are we leaving so early though? This was your idea and your suddenly switching up.” Y/N said as she stared at him and crossed her arms.

“You feel uncomfortable don’t you?” Erwin mumbled as he grabbed her chin and tilted it up. “I can tell.”

”Let’s just get going then..” Y/N muttered as she quickly rushed into the carriage. Soon, the trio arrived and sat in the carriage, riding off to the Survey Corps Headquarters. Upon arriving there, Y/N and Levi walked down the hallway together, trying not to wake up any soldiers.

”Y’know, if it wasn’t a special event that Erwin wanted to attend, I would’ve left right after making sure Nile got a taste of those filthy hands of his.” Levi whispered.

”He was revolting.” Y/N simply said before getting stopped by Erwin.

“I need to discuss something with you Y/N.” Erwin said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Letting Levi walk off, Y/N walked beside Erwin towards his office, Erwin’s hand sliding down to her lower back.

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“Do you know how jealous I was huh?” Erwin panted as he rested his nose in Y/N’s neck.

”E-Erwin. I didn’t-“ Y/N began to say.

”Say it again. Say my name again Y/N.” Erwin demanded as his nose moved away from her neck, and his lips were attached instead. “That’s an order.”

”Erwin.” Y/N gasped. Erwin’s hand kept Y/N’s thighs tightly wrapped around his waist as he kept her against the wall in his office.

”Who would’ve thought that Humanity’s Strongest Soldier would be so submissive, hm? Acting all tough but when daddy kisses you a dozen times, you get all weak.” Erwin mumbled before sucking on Y/N’s neck.

”I’m sorry Erwin. I really am.!” Y/N mumbled as she looked at him.

”Let’s get to bed, shall we?” Erwin asked.

[doc42]

King Dany

Ever since A Dance With Dragons was new the fandom has been whining about Daenerys' struggle to rule in Meereen and how it proves GRRM must've been trying to show Daenerys is unfit to rule through depicting those struggles. Yet it is playing on the motifs from the most ancient origin of fantasy and GRRM's pre-Tolkien Boyshit sword and sorcery influence, Conan the Barbarian and his very first story about how he became Conan the King. It is a fundamental part of the Conan mythology and chronology that, after ages of wandering, Conan becomes king in the west and, after making his kingdom prosperous, goes back to wandering the world once more.

"Prospero," said the man at the table, "these matters of statecraft weary me as all the fighting I have done never did." "All part of the game, Conan," answered the dark-eyed Poitainian. "You are king—you must play the part." "I wish I might ride with you to Nemedia," said Conan enviously. "It seems ages since I had a horse between my knees—but Publius says that affairs in the city require my presence. Curse him! "When I overthrew the old dynasty," he continued, speaking with the easy familiarity which existed only between the Poitainian and himself, "it was easy enough, though it seemed bitter hard at the time. Looking back now over the wild path I followed, all those days of toil, intrigue, slaughter and tribulation seem like a dream. "I did not dream far enough, Prospero. When King Numedides lay dead at my feet and I tore the crown from his gory head and set it on my own, I had reached the ultimate border of my dreams. I had prepared myself to take the crown, not to hold it. In the old free days all I wanted was a sharp sword and a straight path to my enemies. Now no paths are straight and my sword is useless. "When I overthrew Numedides, then I was the Liberator—now they spit at my shadow. They have put a statue of that swine in the temple of Mitra, and people go and wail before it, hailing it as the holy effigy of a saintly monarch who was done to death by a red-handed barbarian. When I led her armies to victory as a mercenary, Aquilonia overlooked the fact that I was a foreigner, but now she can not forgive me. "Now in Mitra's temple there come to burn incense to Numedides' memory, men whom his hangmen maimed and blinded, men whose sons died in his dungeons, whose wives and daughters were dragged into his seraglio. The fickle fools!" "Rinaldo is largely responsible," answered Prospero, drawing up his sword-belt another notch. "He sings songs that make men mad. Hang him in his jester's garb to the highest tower in the city. Let him make rimes for the vultures." Conan shook his lion head. "No, Prospero, he's beyond my reach. A great poet is greater than any king. His songs are mightier than my scepter; for he has near ripped the heart from my breast when he chose to sing for me. I shall die and be forgotten, but Rinaldo's songs will live for ever. "No, Prospero," the king continued, a somber look of doubt shadowing his eyes, "there is something hidden, some undercurrent of which we are not aware. I sense it as in my youth I sensed the tiger hidden in the tall grass. There is a nameless unrest throughout the kingdom. I am like a hunter who crouches by his small fire amid the forest, and hears stealthy feet padding in the darkness, and almost sees the glimmer of burning eyes. If I could but come to grips with something tangible, that I could cleave with my sword! I tell you, it's not by chance that the Picts have of late so fiercely assailed the frontiers, so that the Bossonians have called for aid to beat them back. I should have ridden with the troops."

"And Dion thinks that crown will be given to him?" "Yes. The fat fool claims it by reason of a trace of royal blood. Conan makes a bad mistake in letting men live who still boast descent from the old dynasty, from which he tore the crown of Aquilonia. "Volmana wishes to be reinstated in royal favor as he was under the old regime, so that he may lift his poverty-ridden estates to their former grandeur. Gromel hates Pallantides, commander of the Black Dragons, and desires the command of the whole army, with all the stubbornness of the Bossonian. Alone of us all, Rinaldo has no personal ambition. He sees in Conan a red-handed, rough-footed barbarian who came out of the north to plunder a civilized land. He idealizes the king whom Conan killed to get the crown, remembering only that he occasionally patronized the arts, and forgetting the evils of his reign, and he is making the people forget. Already they openly sing The Lament for the King in which Rinaldo lauds the sainted villain and denounces Conan as 'that black-hearted savage from the abyss'. Conan laughs, but the people snarl."

[happylittledrabbles]

Kinktober Day 2: Threesome

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Erwin Smith x Mike Zacharias

Character Count: 6,700

Rating: Explicit, 18+

AO3

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Levi can see that Mike is jealous of his and Erwin's relationship. But he's not quite sure who he's jealous of. After enough prodding, one answer is enough to set in motion a number of actions that takes all of their relationships to the next level.

"Do you want a captain to fuck, Mike? Or a commander?" "Both."

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It was no secret that Levi and Erwin were together. Well, most people didn’t know the exact extent of their relationship, whether they were lovers, friends with benefits, or simply exploring each other’s bodies for the hell of it. Only Levi and Erwin knew the depth of their relationship, the likes of which couldn’t even reach the bottom of the Underground with how they knew each other inside and out. At least one part of their relationship was safe from gossip and tabloids.

Erwin never got called out for his behavior by Dhalis Zachary or anybody else in Mitras, so long as he could perform. He had slashed cadet casualties in half, advanced Titan research twofold, and increased morale so high that people showed up to the procession of Scouts on their way outside the gates to celebrate rather than mourn. It was an unspoken rule between Erwin and the bigwigs: keep doing his job, and they won’t ask if he fucked men. Which he did, and proudly so.

The knowledge of their relationship was so widespread that nobody dared go near Erwin’s office after hours. If anybody needed to get work done in headquarters past quitting time, they took it in the cafeteria since it was the furthest room from the office.

It was doubly perplexing that Levi found himself staring at Mike, who had entered the office without knocking and came across Erwin pressing Levi against the desk, in the middle of a heated kiss.

Thank goodness they had all their clothes on, but the sight of them kissing was enough to leave Erwin stuttering and red. It was one thing to know people knew they were together—it was another to have them see it. Erwin was only confident in battle. When it came to romance, that was another story.

“Mi…Mike, hello,” was all Erwin could get out before his throat closed up on him. He coughed into a closed fist and turned his back to his friend, giving into the situation's awkwardness and completely removing himself.

Levi, on the other hand, was enjoying the situation far too much. Frankly, he thought Mike should have been the first to know and witness their relationship for himself. After all, he was Erwin’s closest friend.

Mike sniffed and pulled a face, no doubt smelling the arousal in the room and the fading scent of sex from last night.

To the untrained eye, Mike would have seemed prejudiced. After all, anybody who scowled the way he did after coming upon two men acting romantically toward each other would seem bigoted.

But Levi knew better. He had spent years by Mike’s side, had been the one to usurp his title as captain. Mike was jealous, but it wasn’t because he lost his title. He had been glad to do so, claiming that being captain was “too much damn work.” No, he was jealous in a more fascinating way—fascinating to Levi, at least. To Erwin, his friend’s recent standoffish behavior had been frustrating. He’d nearly died with Mike a thousand times over, had saved and been saved by Mike throughout their nearly decade-long friendship. And yet, his friend was too cowardly to give voice to whatever concerns he had. Concerns, or jealousy, as Levi theorized.

As he watched Mike’s eyes switch between him and Erwin, he realized the stifling silence between them was becoming too much to bear. The three of them had been beating around the bush for too long. Even Erwin could tell Mike was uncomfortable with their de facto relationship but wasn’t sure why. Levi, always prioritizing bluntness over coded language, decided to go ahead and ask.

“Mike,” Levi began, causing both men to startle. He couldn’t hide the smirk building on his lips as he looked between the two men. He walked to Erwin, who had turned to face him in confusion. Levi took full advantage of Erwin’s body by wrapping his arms around his neck and looking over his shoulder right into Mike’s eyes to ensure he was watching. He ignored the harsh Levi Erwin whispered and kept his eyes on Mike. “Do you have a problem with me being with Erwin? Everybody’s known about us for a while now. Was this a surprise to you?”

Instead of being taken aback, Mike kept his characteristic stoic exterior, something for both Levi and Erwin admired him.

“No, it’s not,” he said and subsequently shut up. The paperwork he had been holding (a lame excuse to enter Erwin’s office after ten at night) was completely wrinkled in his white-knuckled fist, a reaction that had Levi biting back a full mischievous grin.

However, Levi wanted to draw more out of Mike, wanted to see his raw reactions.

“Are you…jealous?” he began, tracing circles into Erwin’s chest and delighting in the soft grunt that drew from the commander. “Of me? Or…Erwin?”

The question hung in the air like a noose. It seemed if either Erwin or Mike said something, they’d hang themselves regardless of what they said. The first to strike was Erwin, ever the commander.

“Levi, you’re being ridiculous,” he said, but when his voice cracked in the middle, it was as if he was swinging from the roof, choking on the noose. That crack showed the lie he was covering and brought everybody’s attention to it, namely Mike’s. His eyes shifted to his friend, and he raised a brow.

“What’s ridiculous is you fucking your captain,” he retorted. But the slight whine in his tone was the sound of a petulant child who didn’t get the same toy as his sibling, not somebody who was morally opposed to the situation.

“Do you want a captain to fuck, Mike?” Levi pushed on, grabbing Erwin’s hand and pulling his reluctant frame closer until he was only a meter apart from his friend who was staring him down. “Or a commander?”

“Levi, I’m getting angry at this line of questioning,” Erwin warned, yanking his hand out of Levi’s grip.

“Both.”

Before Levi could argue back with Erwin, Mike’s voice registered in both commander and captain’s minds a beat too late. Once they realized what he had said, they turned to him with agape mouths and wide eyes. Even Levi was shocked. Yes, he knew Mike was jealous (of whom, still uncertain), but he enjoyed teasing uncomfortable people in his own apathetic way with jarring questions and a monotonous voice. But to hear him admit to wanting…both of them? To fuck? And Levi thought he was taking it too far.

“Very funny, Mike,” Erwin said, although his voice made it clear he knew that answer was far from a joke. “Now, hand over the documents and get some shut-eye.”

“I said both.” Mike’s hard gaze was now on Levi, seemingly expecting him to say something, do something. Anything.

Levi didn’t think he’d get this far. He watched as Mike dragged his eyes back to his friend, his commander, who looked as if his eyes were about to pop out of his skull. He had wondered as he fell in love with Erwin if anything had ever happened between him and Mike. So many sleepless nights in Erwin’s office, brainstorming new battle plans before he came up with the Long-Range Scouting Formation. So many days and nights by each other’s side out in the wild beyond the gates, on the brink of death with nobody but each other to keep warm. Something should have happened, or at least feelings should have developed. It was with that exact process that Levi fell in love with Erwin.

Levi pursed his lips before stepping toward the desk, his back hitting the edge of it. That move left Erwin and Mike opposite each other with nobody else to mess up the flow. “Both, you say,” Levi mused, his eyes switching between the two men. “Start with the commander, then.”

Erwin had never turned so scarlet as he did at that moment. He looked positively absurd, the perfect image of a ripe tomato. “I’m done with this,” he said, throwing his hands up, but he didn’t move. Instead, he glanced back up at Mike, his frown faltering into something softer, something genuinely inquisitive. “You’re…serious, Mike? After…after all these years?”

“Yeah, after all these years,” Mike said, the lump in his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. “I didn’t realize it until the rumors of you two went around. Fuck you, Levi, but…I got…jealous. Yeah, I got jealous. Jealous that you got it through his thick skull that you liked him. No matter what I did, even if I didn’t know the full extent of why I was doing it, he never seemed to pay me any mind. It was solely formations, funding, training, blah blah blah. Fuck, Erwin, you’re an infuriating guy.”

“I…I wasn’t aware,” Erwin said before cutting himself off. “I suppose that was the problem. Mike, I apologize, but now I’m with—”

“You really haven’t thought about it, Erwin?” Levi interrupted, motioning toward Mike. “Kissing him? Fucking him? Or, perhaps getting fucked by him?”

Erwin opened his mouth, and Levi knew him so well that he knew his first impulse was to lie. However, he was a known terrible liar in personal matters. If it came to keeping his cadets and civilians calm, he knew how to dispense the right lies. But when it came to feelings...well, he was illiterate in lying.

“I…can’t say I’ve never thought about it.” However, before anybody else could say anything, he wheeled around on Levi, pointing at him accusatorially. “Levi, don’t tell me you’re encouraging this—”

“Oh, I’m not just encouraging it,” Levi said, hopping up on the desk and crossing his legs. “I’m enforcing it. If you want to fuck me again, you have to at least kiss Mike. See if those feelings are real.”

“Kiss—!” Erwin ran a stressed hand through his hair, removing some of the gel and causing small locks of blond to fall onto his forehead. “This is most improper, Levi, seriously. I can’t believe you’re asking me to cheat on you.”

“It’s not cheating if I want you to.” Levi looked at Mike, whose eyes never left Erwin. “Besides, if he wants, Mike can fuck me, too. Right, Mike? You did say you wanted us both.”

A shiver rattled each of Levi’s vertebrae at the heated look of lust Mike shot him. He could feel the desire coursing through Mike’s veins, the warmth radiating from his body, from across the room, and it only made his own body grow feverish with longing.

“Erwin,” Mike said, his voice gravelly. Erwin’s eyes widened conspicuously at how his friend caressed his name, how he said it like a prayer. “Just…just this once. Please. I…”

And down went the paperwork to the floor, scattering across the room like anything resembling a normal relationship between the three of them moving past this. Levi hadn’t considered that their relationships would be fundamentally changed from his prodding, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty about it, especially with the erection straining against his pants.

“Mike…” Erwin trailed off. He watched as Mike got closer but didn’t fall back.

With one last spare glance at Levi, he tipped his chin back to try and look at his friend. However, Mike took that as an invitation and dove down, brushing his lips over Erwin’s chastely for any signs of resistance. When Erwin surprisingly gave none, he solidified the kiss with a hunger he’d never had for anybody else. No, his eyes—or heart—had never moved on from Erwin. He’d slept with other people, sure, but they were only bodies to him, a means to an end. Erwin was his end. Even if he couldn’t date Erwin, he at least wanted to experience his undivided attention once. To hear him say his name embedded in a moan, to taste him carnally.

Levi watched on with flushed cheeks, a hard cock, and twiddling fingers. He wasn’t sure what to do with all the pent-up horniness in his body, so he scraped the paint off the edge of the desk as he rubbed his thighs together to get some sort of tactile pleasure in his groin. When he saw the pinkness of Mike’s tongue slip inside Erwin’s mouth and heard Erwin gasp in response, it took everything in him not to unbutton his pants, whip out his dick, and begin masturbating right then and there.

He knew he’d never fuck Erwin. He didn’t want to—the idea of conquering that giant of a man was daunting. And he enjoyed how well Erwin took care of him. But to see him submissive, to see an even bigger man envelop him into his arms and control him in a way Levi never could…it was enough to get him to finish on the spot.

“You’re hard, Commander,” Mike breathed, his hand palming Erwin’s crotch straining against his trousers. He licked his lips at the sound of Erwin’s delicious moan escaping his lips, his embarrassment evident in the way he quickly covered his mouth with both hands. He wondered if Levi made Erwin moan like that.

Levi. Right. Mike had said he wanted Levi, too, and it was true. Ever since he had been the one to catch him in the Underground and grip his hair, shoving his face in a puddle and hearing his muted cries of struggle, he hadn’t been able to deny his attraction, either. He was small but powerful, a man who knew how to handle business even if he was on the receiving end. Mike found himself staring at Levi’s body on more than one occasion; the curve of his pert ass, his svelte waist, the way his collarbones framed his chest perfectly.

Levi met Mike’s gaze and took that as permission to intervene. Or rather, join. Yes, they were going to do this all together.

He slowly strolled up to the two men in an embrace, who quickly parted in anticipation of what Levi was about to do. Without wasting another second, Levi dropped to his knees, his hands stroking the bulges at his eye level.

“Fuck, Levi…” Mike groaned. Erwin was so overwhelmed that all he could do was breathe heavily, his arm shooting out to grip Mike’s forearm for support. The contact only made Mike’s cock twitch, which consequently made Levi’s mouth water.

“Let’s get started, hm?” Levi murmured, turning to Erwin and unbuttoning his pants. Tooth by tooth, he undid his zipper, his cock all but falling out of the gap in his undershorts. Every single centimeter of him was on full display. Levi wouldn’t be surprised if every milliliter of blood in his body fed into his erection. “Wow, you’re like this only after a short make-out session with somebody else. Should I be the jealous one, Erwin?”

“Levi, please,” Erwin gasped, his other hand coming up to his mouth so he could bite his knuckles. “Don’t say such things.”

“Well, I’ll have to punish you instead.” Leaving Erwin’s cock unattended, he turned to Mike, whose bulge was equally big. What was with these giant men having cocks to match? He carefully undid Mike’s zipper and nearly got his eye poked out at the giant cock that emerged. The tip was ruby red and slick with pre-come already, leaving Levi’s mouth watering. “So stand there and watch for a bit.”

Tucking a lock of hair behind his ear, Levi shuffled forward until his lips pressed against the tip of Mike’s cock, that simple move enough to draw another salacious groan out of the poor man. After a few moments of merciless teasing—licking only the head with the tip of his tongue, stroking him with only his pointer finger and thumb pressed together—Levi went all-in. His grip solidified on Mike’s shaft and gave him a few good pumps before wrapping his lips entirely around the head, taking him in until the head of his cock touched the back of Levi’s throat.

“Ngh…guh.” Wet, lecherous sounds escaped Levi’s throat, which was suctioned onto Mike’s monster that he called a cock. He pulled off it with a pop, his throat already rubbed raw from only a minute of sucking. “How does anybody let you get near them with this thing? You’re going to give me internal bleeding, motherfucker.”

However, Mike was too lost in his world of pleasure to listen to anything Levi had to say. It wasn’t as if Levi wasn’t feeling anything, either. While one hand was on Mike’s cock, the other was pressing down on his erection, the pressure and small shocks of pain leaving him moaning around Mike.

“Levi,” Erwin said, and he barely gave Levi any time to respond before he gripped Levi’s hair and pulled him to his cock. “My turn.”

Levi sucked on his teeth, but he couldn’t hold back the impish grin on his lips. “Aren’t you also quite the jealous one,” he began before grasping Erwin tightly as punishment for his roughness. “We’re all jealous in our own ways, aren’t we?”

He glanced at Mike, who stared at him dazedly and decided to stroke him off while he was servicing Erwin, too. Just to make his commander that much more jealous.

“S-shit…Levi,” Erwin breathed as he watched Levi take him in all at once.

He coughed about halfway down before drawing back and stroking his cock with all the new saliva gathered on it. Slick sounds echoed off the office walls, and Levi prayed to anything holy that Mike at least checked the entire building before attempting whatever he had wanted to do in the first place by barging into Erwin’s office.

Returning to Erwin’s cock, Levi squeezed his eyes closed and furrowed his brows as he slowly took all of him in, feeling his throat expand and tighten to accommodate his lover’s massive size. He didn’t even think to compare Mike and Erwin’s sizes—all he knew was that both of these cocks were about to be inside him at different points of the night, and he needed to memorize their girths with his throat to mentally prepare his other end.

“Hah, just like that…fuck, Levi, you’ve always been amazing at this,” Erwin moaned, tossing his head back as Levi’s nose nuzzled into his trimmed pubic hair. “Fuck—!”

“You absolute fucker, Erwin Smith,” Mike said with a breathy laugh, looking down at the deft and skilled movements of Levi’s hand on him. He knew exactly when and where to press down on the head of his cock, when to lighten and tighten his grip, how to attend to every centimeter. “I can’t believe you kept him to yourself all these years.”

“No way in hell was I going to share him,” Erwin replied with a soft, low chuckle, a chuckle that had Levi moaning at the sound of it. His mouth vibrated around Erwin’s cock, leaving the commander doubling over in pleasure. His grip on Mike’s forearm tightened, and at Mike’s grunt of pain, Erwin came to and glanced at his friend. His eyes then dropped to Mike’s kiss-red lips. “Except for you, now.”

As if reading his mind, Mike leaned forward, his hand cupping Erwin’s jaw as they met in another heated kiss. They moaned into each other’s mouths every time Levi switched onto their cocks, their teeth bumping against each other’s and accidentally biting their bottom lips. A sudden broiling in Erwin’s stomach hit him all at once, the all-too-familiar feeling of tipping into an orgasm. He accidentally bit down on Mike’s lip, drawing a small bead of blood. Instead of shying away, he gripped the sides of Mike’s face firmly and licked it away. Blood was nothing to a commander of the Survey Corps. His friend’s blood was even less consequential. He licked the taste of iron away and replaced it with more of Mike’s tongue.

However, Erwin could no longer deny his impending orgasm and broke away from the kiss with a shuddering breath, his hips stuttering and his knees liquifying. He kept his arm around Mike’s neck as he rode out his orgasm, grabbing Levi’s hair and pulling him away in time for warm come to splash across his lips and cheeks.

“F-fuck—fuck, Levi! M-Mike…hah…” He stumbled backward, not getting far before Mike caught him and supported him by threading his arm underneath his armpit.

Levi had wanted Erwin to come in his mouth, but ever the considerate man he was, he instead decided to paint his lover’s face white. Levi wasn’t complaining—instead, he waited for Erwin’s eyes to open before gathering the come on his cheeks onto his thumb. He then pushed it between his lips, licking the rest of it away before sucking on his thumb in the way he knew Erwin enjoyed.

“That…that was…” Erwin’s vision was still spotty as he gazed down at Levi with heavy eyelids. His body was on pins and needles as all the blood that went to his cock rushed back into the rest of his limbs, except for his head, which was still in the clouds. Once he was sure he could stand, he gently stepped away from Mike’s hold and staggered back into one of his stuffed office chairs. His head tipped back, all of the gel from his hair gone, which allowed it to fall in his face. “I don’t think this has ever happened before.”

Before Levi could get jealous, Mike tapped Levi’s cheek and pointed to himself. “What about me? I was close.”

Levi’s eyes shifted between Mike’s cock and his face before biting his lip. He’d need to dutifully prep himself to take Mike inside. He had thankfully had sex with Erwin only the day prior, so he was still somewhat stretched. He walked behind Erwin’s desk and pulled open one of the drawers, taking out a bottle of oil and tossing it to Mike, who fumbled it a few times before catching it.

“Prep me first or you’ll have to carry me to the emergency room. And I doubt any of us want that.” He waited until both pairs of eyes were on him before dropping the skirt and trousers part of his uniform, leaving him in only his undershorts. He leaned his back against the desk and cocked his head to the side as he stared at Mike. “Want to take them off me?”

Mike was on him before Levi could inhale, his undershorts off and gone somewhere in the office before he could exhale. His hands caressed Levi’s hips before dropping to his ass, cupping the flesh there and massaging it in a way that had Levi faltering and having to hang onto Mike’s shirt for support.

“Turn around,” he demanded. He grabbed Levi’s arm and turned him around before waiting for Levi to listen, leaning forward and hesitating before licking the nape of his neck.

“Nnh—! Mike, that’s…ngh…” Levi couldn’t finish his sentence before Mike’s oiled-up fingers were at his hole, waiting for permission to come in. “You’re impatient as all hell, you know that?”

“For you and Erwin, yeah,” Mike murmured in a voice that made Levi pull his hips back so the tips of Mike’s two fingers entered him. “Shit, yeah, you’re right…you’re fucking tight, Levi. Didn’t you guys do it yesterday? And you’re already like this?”

The dirty talk wasn’t helping with Levi’s desperation. He worked his hips back until he was essentially fucking himself on Mike’s fingers, his hand trailing between his legs to jerk off. “Mike…do your job and prep me,” Levi tried to demand, but it came out as a pathetic whine, his voice high-pitched and submissive.

But it was all Mike needed to move and curl his fingers inside Levi in search of the spot inside men he knew drove them crazy. When Levi yelped, his head dropping to his chest in bashfulness, he knew he had found it. “How’s a third one?”

“Do it,” Levi said and hissed at the light ache that sparked inside him when Mike followed his orders.

He wanted to get fucked as quickly as possible, as many times as possible, by both of them. His hips followed Mike’s movements, swirling to the point that Mike had to steady them by sinking his fingers into the soft, milk-white flesh of Levi’s waist. Before long, he felt Mike put in a fourth. The sensation awoke something in Levi, and he realized: tearing be damned, he wanted that cock in him now. He wanted to be fucked beautifully, and he knew Mike could deliver.

“…you,” Levi mumbled, his voice dying in his throat. “I want you, Mike. Put it in, now.”

“And I’m impatient,” Mike remarked with a chuckle.

Despite his comment, he wasted no time, just as Levi had predicted. He lined himself up with Levi’s entrance, the head of his cock kissing his hole and leaving Levi breathless. Just the blunt tip of it was bigger than any cock Levi had had before him and Erwin, and he almost regretted not being stretched more. Regardless of his impatience, Mike eased himself in slowly, the tip clearing Levi’s rim and fully submerging itself inside him.

“Nn…fuck, you’re bigger than I thought,” Levi said, which was only a half-truth. He knew intimately that Mike was big from taking him down his throat, but his ass was a different story.

He then had to stifle a gasp when he felt Mike’s hand pressing against his lower stomach, the pressure strangely adding to the pleasure.

“It’s like I can feel myself in you,” Mike said with a dark chuckle, and his voice only got more cocky at the strangled moan in Levi’s throat as he sped up his hand’s movements on his cock. “Me being in your guts get you off, Levi?”

“Just…just fuck me,” Levi gasped, bracing himself on the desk.

He was grateful he did that before Mike thrust forward because he would have certainly slid across the desk with the sheer force Mike used to bury himself to the hilt inside the captain.

“AH—!” Levi yelped, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip to prevent any more embarrassing noises from escaping.

However, he didn’t even get the possibility before Mike’s hand gripped Levi’s jaw and wrenched it open and to the side, leaning over him to meet those bitten-up lips with a sloppy tongue kiss that had Levi’s eyes rolling up into his head. It only got worse when Mike began a rhythm, a disjointed rhythm that was hard for Levi to follow with his hips but managed to hit his prostate almost every single time in cruel succession.

“Ahn—! Fuck, fuck, fuck…like that, just like…yes, yes, yes.”

Levi couldn’t swallow his moans any longer. He wasn’t this loud all the time, nor did he like to be. But Mike was fucking him so beautifully, in just the way that he wanted, that the slut inside of him couldn’t help it.

Another near-scream came from his rubbed-raw throat when Mike bit the nape of his neck. “Mike! That…ngh, shit…”

After licking the circumference of the bite, Mike returned to focusing on fucking Levi so hard his ass rippled and reddened to resemble two apples. Finally, his hands encircled that small waist he’d fantasized holding for so long, he had to constantly reassure himself that this was real, that it wasn’t a dream. It curved perfectly into his ass plump with muscle, and he couldn’t help but give it a firm smack. He waited for any resistance, any genuine cry of pain from Levi, but all he got was a moan that rivaled all the ones before it. He chuckled and asked, “Does Erwin know you like it dirty?”

Levi glanced over at Erwin, who had been so silent he had thought the commander was sleeping. On the contrary—Erwin was sitting up and at attention, in more ways than one. He was hard again, painfully so, by the look of it, and was stroking himself hurriedly as he watched his friend bury himself in his lover. It must’ve been confusing for poor, straight-arrow Erwin, who would have never considered adultery if not for this exact situation. Levi didn’t fault him—watching Mike make out with Erwin was one of the hottest things he’d ever witnessed.

“Erwin,” Levi called out, his voice laced with need.

Erwin was on his feet before Levi even had to say anything, walking behind the desk so that he faced them. Levi was bent over the desk, but he needed to get closer to Erwin, whose cock was ready and crying for attention. He reached behind to grip Mike’s wrist, silently telling to stop. Before he could do anything, however, Mike got the message and lifted Levi completely onto the desk, his thighs and chest flush against it while his ass and feet were bent in the air.

“I feel bad getting all the love,” Mike murmured, beckoning Erwin closer with his finger. “Come on, Levi, do your part.”

With that, he began pounding Levi’s ass again, one hand supporting Levi’s stomach so his hips wouldn’t drop and the other fisting Levi’s hair. Levi gazed up at Erwin, his love, his commander, and opened his mouth obediently. Erwin didn’t take his eyes off Levi for a second, using his peripheral vision to guide his cock into Levi’s warm and welcoming mouth. Levi quickly took him in from the force of Mike’s thrusts, causing Levi to be shoved forward in a now-steady rhythm.

Being fucked from behind and in the mouth was an experience Levi never thought he’d have, but it was a dream he’d conjured up on more than one occasion. It was always a faceless man and Erwin taking turns with him and stretching him open with both their cocks at the same time. The latter certainly wouldn’t be the case with Erwin and Mike, but the fact that he was being spit-roasted was more than enough to have him on the brink of orgasm before he even took all of Erwin down his throat.

“Mike,” Erwin called, keeping one hand on Levi’s head and using the other to bring Mike forward by the chin. Mike paused, causing Levi to groan from frustration as he lost the orgasm building in his stomach, which in turn caused Erwin to moan at the vibrations spreading throughout his groin. “Ngh, damn…did you ever think those…hah…late nights beyond the walls would ever…e-ever turn into this?

“Not a damn bit,” Mike murmured against Erwin’s lips before kissing him deeply. He broke the kiss to thrust into Levi firmly three more times before pausing again, leaving Levi whimpering on Erwin’s cock. “But I did think about throwing you up against one of those giant trees and fucking you for all I’m worth. Many, many times.”

“Oh…if only you had.” With that, they returned to their kiss. Mike started up fucking Levi, Levi returned to massaging Erwin’s cock with his throat, and Erwin sucked on Mike’s tongue with reckless abandon. They were like a well-oiled machine, a cycle of pleasure that only grew exponentially with each passing second.

The cycle ended with Levi first, who found that pleasuring and being pleasured at the same time was far too overwhelming. His orgasm boiled over, and with Mike’s steady rhythm, he was finally able to find relief in spurting come all over the wooden desk, smearing it against his chest from Mike’s continued thrusts. Erwin’s cock slipped out of Levi’s mouth as his head fell to the desk, his body wracked with oversensitivity from the brutal, never-ending thrusts.

“Mike! Mike, fuck—I’m coming, I-I—” Another load spilled onto the desk, leaving him shivering and writhing in Mike’s grip. “Please, I just came, Mike—fuck, I can’t—”

And Mike’s never-ending thrusts subsequently came to an end. How could they not, what with Levi’s walls squeezing his cock as if to milk him, those sweet moans pouring out of his mouth, the sight of Levi’s arched back and quivering body beneath him. He shot his come inside Levi with a drawn-out groan, his fingernails leaving angry red crescents on Levi’s hips. Feeling the come pooling inside Levi was so satisfying it seemed to draw even more semen from inside Mike, leaving Levi even tighter between the pulsing cock and the amount of come gathering inside him that poured out from around Mike’s cock.

“A-ah…mm…” Levi sighed, his eyes fluttering closed. 

To torture Mike slightly, he rocked his hips backward onto him before leaning forward, the small movement enough to elicit groans from both men. With grave reluctance, Mike slowly pulled out, leaving behind a mess of oil and come that dripped down Levi’s trembling thighs. He stepped back, and without his support, Levi’s hips fell to the desk. He managed to catch himself so he didn’t hurt his cock on the way down, but once he felt adjusted, he relaxed fully on the desk to catch his breath.

Mike, like Erwin, stumbled back into one of the chairs, resting his temple against his fist. Erwin, on the other hand, felt it was his turn to be impatient. Levi had started it all—he was going to end it.

He rounded the desk so that he was standing behind Levi, a pang of jealousy striking his heart at the utterly fucked-out state Mike put his lover in. He had come buckets inside him, and Erwin used the excuse that he fucked Levi every day, so his semen supply was running a bit thin. Yes, he fucked Levi every day, because Levi was his, goddamn it. And he was going to show him just how good he can get fucked.

“I’m not done,” he said, gently grasping Levi’s ankle and pulling him until he rolled onto his back.

Levi’s eyes flew open at that, and they scanned the room as if he was lost before settling them on Erwin. He began to groan before it gave way to light laughter, covering his eyes with a hand. “God, just when one finishes, another one is ready. Are you guys ever going to let me rest?”

Yes was the answer. Eventually. Erwin had to fuck the daylights out of his lover first, driving him into the desk with astonishing speed and accuracy. In the last few minutes of their coupling, he managed to strike Levi’s prostate with each thrust and with such force that the sheer level of pleasure surging in Levi’s body was downright painful.

However, pleasure and pain mixed well in Levi’s body, and all he could do was pull Erwin into an embrace and hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he rode out his orgasm. With impressive—and annoying—stamina, Erwin used and abused Levi’s hole for what felt like a thousand more thrusts before spilling inside, coating his walls in another layer of come. He had never felt Levi’s hole so sloppy, even after they had had sex multiple times in succession. Was Mike truly that big? Did he fuck so crazily, so well, that it left every single muscle in Levi’s body relaxed from how thoroughly he was bred?

These thoughts ran through Erwin’s mind as he pulled out of Levi with a low groan. Levi was so exhausted that all he could afford was a small mewl and a whimper before going completely limp across the desk. Erwin made a mental note to replace the soiled documents sprawled on the desk before turning to Mike, who was already staring at him. That seemed to be the story of their friendship. He’d be busy with something, and then he’d turn to Mike, whose attention was always taken by Erwin. How had he not noticed before? He truly was a dunce.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Erwin asked, undoing the buttons of his shirt as Mike waltzed over to him with a saunter of a man who just had mind-blowing sex.

Mike smirked, his eyes dropping to Erwin’s bare chest once all fabric was gone and on the floor. “Yeah, I sure did. But, I’d enjoy it more if I was the one with you.”

Erwin found himself pushed up against the wall of his office with Mike’s cock between his legs. He heard Mike spit into his hand and wipe it on the inside of Erwin’s muscular thighs before giving an experimental thrust.

“Ah…” Erwin breathed, the sensation of a cock between his legs—or anywhere near his ass, for that matter—completely foreign, but it was warm and slick and rubbing right between his balls and against his shaft. So he welcomed it, his hand reaching behind him to scratch Mike’s hip. “Keep…going.”

Mike couldn’t believe that he got to fuck two of the men he’d had an eye on for years in one night, at the same time. Fuck, just the realization was enough to make him finish, but no. He needed to show Erwin a good time. And he did just that.

He took it slow, knowing it was Erwin’s first time experiencing a cock in this manner. He also didn’t want to give Erwin’s balls rug burn, so he spat some more onto his cock before continuing. Erwin thought he was used to these wet sounds that came from sex, but he realized he only got used to them when they were coming from Levi, whether he was sucking him off or from his ass. But now that the sounds were coming from him, from his thighs, he was so bashful he had to cover his eyes with his forearms. Especially when he began to chase after Mike whenever he pulled away with his hips, seeking to close the gap between them.

“Jesus, who knew you’d like a cock near your ass, huh, Commander?” Mike asked, which only made Erwin grunt from embarrassment.

“Be quiet, Mike,” was all he could spare before dissolving into moans when Mike started up a faster cadence as punishment.

Erwin caught himself glancing over at Levi from time to time. One second he was comatose, the next he was watching intently, positioned on the desk like a woman model in one of the porn magazines in the back of bookstores. He propped his chin up on his knuckles as he lay on his side, his small waist making the curve into his hip that much more prominent.

When Mike thrust between Erwin’s legs particularly forcefully, leaving his ass pink and raw, he saw Levi’s abs tighten in response. What was Levi thinking? Did he enjoy seeing his man being submissive? Did he enjoy seeing his commander moan like a slut because of another man’s cock?

Just the thought left Erwin’s body weak, and it only took a few more strokes of Mike’s hot cock against his for the commander to leave a white coating dripping down the wall and everybody’s ears ringing from his low groan. He shivered with each desperate stroke Mike did, his hands coming down to Erwin’s thighs to push them closer together. After enough oversensitive moans spilled from Erwin’s lips, Mike finished with a sigh.

“Uff…shit, Erwin, you felt…” Another spurt of come coated the underside of Erwin’s cock and joined the rest of the semen on the wall. “…fucking amazing.”

“Mmm…” Erwin felt that he was about to pass out. Mike, who had orgasmed more in one day than he had the whole week, also couldn’t find the strength in himself to support another grown man’s weight. They collapsed onto the floor, leaning their shoulders against each other and their heads bumping, but they couldn’t care less from exhaustion.

After a few moments of steadying their breathing with their eyes closed, a shadow blocking out the dull candlelight caused them to open their eyes to see Levi standing in front of them with his arms crossed.

“Let’s go for another round.” He pointed to the floor. “This time, I’ll ride you, Erwin. And I’ll suck Mike off.”

He put his pointer finger and thumb together and hovered in front of his tongue. “And you can finish in my mouth.”

Erwin and Mike shared a glance that said every single one of their thoughts at that moment. Of exhaustion, of never-ending horniness, of true love for one another and Levi. A love that was late, but not too late. A love that took up the entire room and suffocated them in it.

They simultaneously turned to Levi and smiled.

“Absolutely.”