#A devil whispers The warrior responds

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Fanfiction Master Post

wow this is overdue :)

Star Wars: Rebels

Point of Impact | Gen. Audiences | 7,014 words | hurt/comfort | tw. for ptsd and depictions of death by T-7 ion disruptors

There were times that Garazeb Orrelios wished he had died on Lasan.

Not that he would ever say it out loud. Karabast, he’d rather be fed feet-first into a sarlacc than admit that to anyone. But some nights, when even the stars seemed dim, when the Ghost was silent as the grave, the thought would creep up on him, wrap its slimy tendrils around his heart and squeeze tight.

(In which Zeb has a Bad Day, and Ezra finds his footing in the Ghost Crew

Stars Go Dim | Teen and Up (Mature) Audience | 12,235 words | ongoing multi-chapter | tw. for ptsd

There were things that Zeb just… knew. Things others didn’t. Things others couldn’t.

He himself never noticed. To him, it was the most natural thing in the world, to be part of the Force. Colors were sharper, noises louder, things unseen felt. How could he know that no one else felt every living thing in their very soul? How could he know that the feeling of oneness, of connection was completely, solely his?

(In which I make Zeb Force-sensitive because why the fuck not)

Linked Universe

Umbra | Gen. Audiences | 664 words | whump | tw. for implied/referenced character death, implied/referenced torture, implied/referenced MCD

In which Hyrule has a bad time with Shadow.

Plan C | Gen. Audiences | 1,778 words | crack | tw. for mentions of cocaine

He was never supposed to use Plan C. Plan C was only for the most desperate and dire circumstances, when forever had fallen apart and the universe was being torn apart at its seams, when life and limb were on the line. He hadn’t even known about Plan C until he became a captain in the Grand Army of the Goddess, when it had been whispered in his ear in the dead of night by a certain Sheikah general. Long after the War of Ages, when his thoughts had kept him awake at night, he pondered how the war might have changed had he the courage to put The Plan into action. Now was one of these times.

The Devil Went Down To Faron | Gen. Audiences | 1,191 words | song fic (in which I mean it’s based off of The Devil Went Down to Georgia)| no tw

The Devil went down to Faron, he was looking for a soul to steal…

(In which Sky tells a story)

Horizontal Square Dancing | Gen. Audiences | 1,178 words | humor, slight crack | tw. for brief suggestive content

In which Warriors just wants some sleep ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Chiaroscuro | Teen and Up (Mature) Audience | 138,000+ words | ongoing multi-chapter | action/adventure, character study | too many tws to list, please check ao3 | if you’re going to read any of my works, please consider this one! It’s my favorite :)

Chiaroscuro: The contrast of light and darkness

Hyrule has been shattered. A dark and familiar force is helmed by the Yiga Clan, and no one is safe from their tyranny. A dethroned princess battles against insurmountable odds, desperate to reclaim the land again in the name of the light. At her side, a boy fights, unaware of the part he will play in destiny. The Chain is thrown into this dangerous new world tasked with dispelling the evil that has pervaded every corner of their home. Will they be able to succeed? Or will they to fall to the darkness?

(Or, what makes a person good or evil? Is it the circumstances of their birthright, or the measure of their heart?)

Rules for Unruly Hyrulians | General Audiences | 2,546 words | humor, crack treated seriously | tw for brief depiction of giving birth | based off my art

Really, the rules were simple.

“Alright boys, listen up. All of you know the drill, but we seemed to have trouble in the last town.”

The Chain stood in a line. Time strolled back and forth like a drill sergeant. Warriors had to fight the urge to respond with ‘sir yes sir’ and a salute.

“Hyrule, what is the first rule?”

He stepped forward. “NO ADDING TO THE POPULATION, SIR,” he yelled. Time grimaced and nodded. At least his zeal was to be admired.

“Sky, what is the second?”

“No subtracting to the population, sir?”

“Very good.” He strode down the line and looked Legend, Wild, and Four in the eyes.

“The next one?

“Stay out of the hospital, the newspaper, and jail,” they droned in unison.

“And Wind. What is the final rule?”

He beamed brightly. “If you do end up in jail, assert dominance quickly and efficiently.”

Time sighed. “Good. We might just make it through this village with no incident.”

(In which everyone is a chaos gremlin)

Chiaroscuro Universe (LoZ and LU adjacent)

On First Meetings | Gen. Audiences | 607 words | first meetings | no tws.

In which Ganondorf gets lost, and makes a new friend

A Brief Interlude | Teen and Up (Mature) Audience | 806 words | tw. for MCD and torture

In which a bit about Melora is revealed.

Chiaroscuro Shorts | Gen. Audience | 29,000+ words | ongoing multi-chapter | check Ao3 for tws

Heyo lads, it’s Chiaroscuro shorts! Basically little vignettes that I couldn’t find a way to fit into the main story go here, along with some alternate scenes and other stuff. If there is something you want to seen, just hit me up in the comments

Legend of Zelda

Symphony in Blue | BoTW | Gen. Audience | 526 words | introspection, angst, character study | tw. for mentions of past character death

There he slept, and yet she despised him

(In which post-Calamity Zelda reflects on what she has lost)

Just A Little Game | BoTW | Gen. Audience | 961 words | fluff, kids just playing around | no tws.

In which everything is just one big game.

Tumblr Drabbles (requests open) | LoZ | Gen. Audience | 9,400+ words | ongoing multi-chapter | check ao3 for tags and genres

Bunch of silly little drabbles, no overarching story

Twilight Terrors | TP | Gen. Audience | 3,524 words | hurt/comfort | check tags for tws. | co-written with @piratesofhyrule

Midna has a very not-fun no good night with her wife.

[sparrow-orion-writes]

For the Spotify Drabble: 1, 14, 58

@bloodlessheirbyjacques 👀

Devil Like Me - Rainbow Kitten Surprise.

Ari/Edward - Neon Glow in Gold Dust

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What could he possibly want from him?

Ari stares across the room in the calm after the storm, watching Edward's careful hands wrap a bandage around Neptune's arm. He is delicate, fragile, soft, and all the things that Ari had never been. All the things he'd never wanted to be, things he'd seen as annoying and a hindrance.

It's good to see he always ended up filling his parent's wishes of being a warrior, a guardian, an emotionless protector. Pity they're too dead to see it.

Heavens, what could a man like that want from someone like him? Who smells of whiskey early in the morning and whose hands only falter their trembling when he's about to pull the trigger. Someone with this many scars? This much torture lingering behind them?

What could someone as beautiful as Edward even want from that?

The man meets his eyes across the room and smiles. His face lights up like the pain is suddenly worth it, eyes bright, cheeks flushed and a gentle exhale of relief on his lips. 'You're home,' the smile says 'you're safe.'

Ari closes his eyes a brief moment and crumbles when Edward's hands reach for his.

"What could you possibly want from me?" He wonders aloud, "...you know what I am - you've seen - heavens, you've seen what I've done."

"Why do I have to want something from you, is it not enough to just want you?"

Ari doesn't know how to respond, so he just holds him instead.

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14. Shameful Company - Rainbow Kitten Surprise.

Loralie/Mal - Released.

"I'm tired," Lora mutters through the smoke in her mouth.

"Go to sleep," Mal replies, throat dry and voice deep from his third cigarette, "...it's not like we won't see each other."

"It's different here, though, in the waking world, when I touch you it feels...different." Her hand comes out to touch his red cheek, her fingertips cold. Every dream he'd shared with her, he'd felt with an overwhelming intensity. But this feels...normal, like too normal people making bad decisions together.

"You're cold," he says, because no words of agreement would allow to be formed. "You should go inside."

"Desperate to be rid of me?"

"No - yes...maybe?"

Loralie laughs, shaking her head as she smokes. "I make you feel weak, don't I? No the usual way, I mean...you are strong, but this is...this is something else."

"Sure."

"Sure," she mimics and rolls her eyes.

"Rude."

He looks over at her as she sits on the apartment steps. For a moment, she is not stained with blood. For a moment, he is not a many-eyed child-god, and she is not a creature that can compel people to her bidding. For a moment, they are drunk and smoking cigarettes on the steps to their apartment block, like teenagers hiding in the bushes before school. They are just alive, naive, and know nothing.

"I'll see you in my dreams," she whispers.

"Don't be late," he replies.

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58. April Sky - Ten Towers

Rain/Caspian - Oak, Ash and Thorn

He'd seen many springs come and go in his time. The turn of the earth was barely felt under his feet any longer. Still, the cool breeze on the open sea feels special in a way. It reminds him of life and rebirth, of the family he's long since missed.

And now, of Rain.

The man looks tired, leaning against the side of the ship with his dark curls in his eyes. His skin shines with sweat from cleaning, a towel over his shoulder and his rolled up shirt sleeves showing brief abrasions from his day's work.

He looks pretty.

Caspian tries not to stare, tearing his eyes instead to his usual true love - the sea - as he walks to the side and peers over the edge. "Calm seas today," he mutters, "...I hate using the engine."

Rain glances at him, eyebrow slightly raised. Caspian looks back, face hidden under his mask. "We'd move a lot faster if you did."

"It's not about the destination, or whatever."

Rain snorts, a rare moment of laughter that Caspian pretends doesn't make his heart stutter in his chest. He'll always remember this, he thinks, he'll always remember Rain long after he's gone, as humans tend to do, leave, die, whatever.

He'll always remember that big bright light falling into his hands just when he needed it.

He remembers Fairweather's words, about cycles, about how she had trained him and showed him what he'd needed, and now it was his turn to do the same. In his reluctance he'd almost missed that perhaps his learning wasn't over.

"I'll turn it on, because it's calm, and I want to reach port before tweedle-dee and tweedle-knives kill each other." He turns swiftly away, his jacket catching the breeze behind him.

Rain looks out over the sea. Caspian pretends he doesn't know the other man is smiling. Pretends they don't both know why he really says yes to everything Rain asks.

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Send me a number 1-100, i'll match t to a song on my spotify wrapped and write a drabble (or three ig)

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Daily #8: The Whitehelm Reaping

Victor Whitehelm trudged through the blasted landscape, through mud created not from water but from the blood of the corpses he climbed across. This was the aftermath of the greatest battle he, and perhaps any human alive, had ever witnessed. Great not in the sense that it was exciting or meaningful, but in the classical sense: that it was large in scale.

No, this battle was not meaningful. It was a disgrace and a horror that should not have happened.

As he stepped on their bodies, Victor could hear the souls of the dead whispering to him of their pain, their fear, their hatred. The whispers didn't come from the bodies. They came from the sword at his side.

Before the battle, Victor Whitehelm had been proud. Too proud. Named for his natural white hair, like the rest of his family, he came from a long line of accomplished battlefield generals and warriors. The youngest, Victor had not been tested except in exercises and training, where he excelled over all others in memory.

His confidence, his hubris, were so great that he challenged a rival over a minor insult. The battle was fierce, and Victor lost. Not just the battle, but the trust and confidence of his own men.

That was not this battle. That was merely a duel, where the voices mocked Victor and gossiped about his overconfidence - but not in the same way as the dead of today's battle spoke to Victor now.

Victor swore that he would never lose another fight. Thinking that his hubris was what cost him the battle and his men, he sought to swallow his pride by seeking out a devil and making a deal. The devil promised Victor a sword that would make him undefeatable in armed combat, but which would bind the souls that it killed to Victor through the sword.

Victor realized too late that the deal for the sword was not his submission to humility by asking another for aid - it was far greater hubris, believing that he deserved victory no matter the cost. The cost was too great.

He strode through what was, mere hours ago, the front of a battle of two armies. Not a battle between two armies - it had been that way only briefly, before it had become a battle of two armies against Victor.

He had promised his men that this sword would make him, and therefore them, unstoppable. Victor led an army against his rival, a minor lord from a neighbouring country. The rival had responded in force, and Victor led the charge, intending to put them in their places.

When Victor swung his sword, he found brief glee in the power of the swing: he cleaved straight through a soldier in full armour, in a single sweep. Glee turned to discomfort as Victor was showered in the soldier's blood, but he could not stop. The enemy had seen his power, and their fear and rage brought them to him.

The devil was true to its word. Victor stood alone against an army of ten thousand men, and he destroyed them all. He found himself unable to stop. His mounting horror would not bend his sword arm - as long as men stood armed against him, he could do nothing but fight. Kill. Shower in their blood.

The carnage was so great that Victor's own men stood against him in terror. Victor cut them down. His cursed sword, his own damned hubris, destroyed his men.

His family.

Both nations had sent backup and additional forces to stop Victor. He slaughtered every man who stood against him.

Some of his family had come, to watch Victor reclaim his honour. They led units of the army, prepared to step in should Victor go too far. He did, and they did, and he killed them. When emergency messengers told the rest of his family what was happening, they came to stop him, and he killed them too.

Victor, his white hair stained red and brown with blood, wandered through the battlefield, both hoping and hoping not to find the corpses of his father, his mother, his uncles, his cousins.

He found only the indistinguishable corpses of twenty thousand men of two nations.

In his bloody despair, Victor wandered the battlefield, back and forth. When he came to one end of the field of corpses, he turned and walked to another end. Back and forth he walked through bodies, for days, the blood and corpses growing ever more rancid. He walked through clouds of flies and his feet squished through rotting flesh and maggots.

He hoped to find someone alive, anyone, who could stand against him. Someone who could stop him. Someone who could kill him.

The voices trapped in the sword urged him on. They wanted him to die. They told him he deserved to die, in as bloody and violent a fashion as he had killed them. They taunted him, tormented him, spewed all their hate and vitriol. But they also pleaded for their lives and families, and cried for what they had lost, and despaired for their fate.

Victor tried to take his own life. The sword would not allow it. He tried to throw the cursed blade away, but the sword would not allow it. He tried to stab out his eardrums in the desperate hope that it would quiet the voices, even though he knew in his heart that it would not - but the sword did not allow it.

On the eighth day, the eighth day without sleep or food or water, where Victor despaired that the sword would not allow him to die of starvation or thirst or disease, Victor encountered a man.

The man stood at the edge of the battlefield, gazing out in horror. He was bald, bare-armed, bare-footed, nearly bare-chested, carrying only a small pouch of the barest necessities, and no armour or weapons.

"Please," said Victor, his voice hoarse from crying. "I have done this. I want to die. Please, you must defeat me. You must kill me. But the sword - it makes me undefeatable in armed combat and it won't let me die."

The man struggled to adopt a serene expression. "I will help you," he said. "We will fight."

For the briefest of moments, Victor felt a flash of hope. But feeling the power of the sword, its urge to fight and the cacophony of voices sweeping over him, Victor could not hope.

"No," urged Victor, but his hand drew the sword from its sheath unbidden.

The man stood ready, with open hands.

"Where is your weapon?" asked Victor.

"I have none," replied the man.

Victor swung the blade, and the man ducked under it. Victor swung again, and the man stepped aside. Not easily - the sword trimmed hair from the man's arm - but Victor could not strike him.

The man dodged and watched, watched and dodged, until, in a single fluid stride, he stepped in and struck Victor only once, with his palm, in the center of Victor's chest.

Victor collapsed among the corpses, the breath knocked from him, unable to gasp in the slightest taste of rancid air. And yet, he was pleased - he was undefeatable in armed combat, but this man was not armed.

The man wrapped his hands in the cloth he wore and sheathed the sword without touching it. He lifted Victor up from the ground just enough to tie the sheathed sword to Victor's back, and bound Victor's hands so that he could not reach the sword.

The moment Victor took in his first breath, he gasped, "Thank you. Please. Kill me."

"No," said the man. "You must atone."

Victor began to cry, and nearly choked. "I don't know how. The voices won't let me. The sword won't let me."

"Sleep," said the man, "and tomorrow I will begin to teach you how to resist the sword, to quiet the voices and how to begin to atone, if you so choose. It will be a long road of many years. They will be the most difficult years of your life. You will suffer, and I cannot promise that you will want to live. But I can promise that if you can relinquish your ego, and you desire true justice, that I can give you a chance to create it. A small chance, but a chance nonetheless."

Victor cried, and he thought, and he slept.

The next morning, he went with the monk.

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Based on the origin story of a good friend's D&D character.

Prompted by reddit: The battlefield is devoid of life. Nothing but lost souls and the dead remain. With only one exception, the lone soldier still wandering through the wasteland created by war. The warrior roams the land to find a challenger who can free his hateful soul and end his cursed existance.

[akunekoblog]

EP 1, Part 5 — Chapter Thirty Four: Resistance to Despair

This is all google translated!

Lono: Hey! Bastien! Wake up!

Lono: I won't forgive you if you die in a place like this!

Bastien: ……….

Choices

Even though it’s Lono, it’s no good…

He isn’t responding after all.

Lono: Tch, Bastien you bastard… you’re whispering.

Lono: Oi! It seems like I’m stronger than you after all!

Lono: You’re a wimp!

Bastien: Hh… What..?

Choices

You did it! I heard his voice!

Bastien reacted!

Lono: Bastien! Don’t turn into a demon!

Bastien: The voices of Master and Lono… Why are they in my heart?

Bastien, you aren’t weak!

Bastien: No… I’m not strong.

Bastien: Because I’m weak… an important friend sacrificed himself… He saved my life…

Bastien: And this time again… In the same way, I hurt Lono.

Lono: Huh? You hurt me? Is that why you’re depressed on your own?

Lono: You’re taking extra care of me!

Bastien: Eh..?

Lono: It’s not because you’re weak that I got hurt, right? I acted only on my own will!

Lono: In addition, because of you, I’m not so weak!

Bastien: Lono… But it’s true that you got hurt while protecting me…

Bastien: No, I’ve already seen enough of my friends get hurt because of me. That’s why it’s okay to be alone…

Bastien: I’m going to live alone…

Lono: Tch… shut up!

Lono: Just hurry up and come out! You’ve been whining in there for a while now!

Lono: You’re going to live alone? What can’t you understand!

Lono: You haven’t been living alone in the first place until now!

Lono: You’ve ate the food I’ve made and you’ve been living in Devil’s Palace with other butlers!

Bastien: I wasn’t alone… in the first place?

Lono: Ahh… No human being can live alone.

Lono: It’s even better to have a guy like you..

Bastien: L-Lono…

Lono: Ah, I’ve already said what I have to say! If you’re going to die like this, die on your own!

Lono: I don’t know anymore!

Choices

Lono, calm down a little…

Even if you didn’t say much…

Bastien: ………

Jessica: “Bastien.”

Jessica: “You’ve made a good friend.”

Bastien: Jessica…

Jessica: “Betraying your friends who say things like this… is it really okay?”

Jessica: “Is it okay to give up here?”

Bastien: Jessica…

Bastien: That’s right…

Bastien: I am… a proud warrior.

Bastien: In the end, my wish is to be defeated by a stronger warrior than myself.

Bastien: If I give up here.. I don’t have the face to meet you there.

Jessica: “That’s it, it’s you… partner.”

Bastien: I promise you, Jessica.

Bastien: It may take some time, but… I will… get stronger.

Bastien: I will never lose anyone again… I’ll show you strong.

chapter end

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

One Night| Hunter

Note: Nsfw content,

Warnings: creampies, p in v, facials, squirting, name calling, rough, hair pulling, light choking, smoking 18+ content

Reader: Female

"Thanks again." Y/n thanked the kessel burbon slid to her, sliding credits to Cid, "any more missions?"

"No,those clone boys took the last one I had." Cid spoke, "there won't be any more for a few cycles."

"Clones took my jobs?" Y/n questioned, sipping the hard liquor.

"Yeah! When wrecker through those KT troopers like it was nothing!" Omega cheered as the group walked down into the bar.

"Speak of the devil." Cid spoke, Y/n turning her head.

"Yes Wrecker's strength was acceptionally helpful this mission. Yet Omega's new tracking skills came in handy." Tech spoke.

"And Echo's climbing skills! How do you do that with one hand?!" Omega cheered.

"Pratice." Echo spoke.

Hunter chuckled at Omega's happiness.

"We did good boys-"

He stopped, seeing Y/n casually talking to Cid, sipping on her drink, her hair a mess, a few braids in her short hair making her hair uneven in both long and short length. In baggy black robes a belt tired tigh around her waist. Boots knee high with her baggy pants tucked in. Her eyeliner red and in sharp wings up towards her relaxed brows.

She turned her gaze towards hunter, her eyes a cybernetic white, then her head followed. Her gaze lingering on him as she smiled smally.

"Oh no no no! Watch your eyes dark and broody!" Cid argued, rushing around the counter.

"Don't mind me I'm also looking disrespectfully." Y/n teased getting up from her seat, following behind Cid.

"Uh," Hunter tried to speak, woah was his only thought process, "Your...new."

"Not knew. Just havent seen me before." Y/n smiled, standing next to Cid with a hand on her hip, "names Y/n's and Im presuming you all are the clones that have been taking my jobs?"

"Oh, we are?" Omega looked up at Hunter, who was still at a lost for words.

"What?" Hunter asked looking down at Omega.

Y/n chuckled, walking up to the longer haired male, "Listen, dark and broody, we can be friends. I just want my missions."

She leaned into his face, his face becoming red "Y-yeah..."

"Thanks then." Y/n smiled, his eyes gazing to his banana, "I'll take this as payment for taking my last missions."

With ease she pulled the headband off his head, turning her head half way to talk to Cid she smiled.

"I'll see you late then mom." Y/n chuckled, nudging Hunter as she passed, "Im off to collect some credits Im owed."

"Did she just call Cid Mom?" Wrecker questioned Y/n walking out the bar and up the steps.

"I believe she did." Tech responded.

Hunter was hit in the side with Cid's walking staff, "I'm docking your pay half!"

"What!?" Hunter argued.

"Thats what you get for lookin at my kid like that!" Cid defended, "watch it next time"

"Well if our pay has already been docked. She was quiet pretty. Her eyes especially." Tech repsonded as Hunter nudged him hard.

"Hey-"

"Don't worry, Hunter if you marry her Cid's your new mom!" Wrecker laughed shoving the man.

"I don't even know her!" Hunter argued.

"And that'll never happen!" Cid defended, "now watch it before I dock all your pay! You won't be seeing her again."

"But she took Hunter's bandanna." Omega pointed out, Hunter feeling his head.

"She did?!"

"And I thought Wrecker had it bad for that twilek girl he helped at the market." Echo told.

So there Hunter was, left the whole day with no headband, atleast 3 standard hours he waited, rubbing his head feeling as if he was missing something, well he was missing something.

"Hey! Mom! You'll never guess the load I got this time!" Y/n called out walking down the steps and into the bar, "I beat fifteen of the finest warriors apparently! Yeah right!"

Y/n walked in, gym bag at her side, the boys turning to the girl, stripped down to a tank top and a diffrent set of black pants that were tucked into her boots, a certain red bandana around her thigh.

"Oh you're all still here." She spoke, "I was-"

Hunter stepped infront of her, "I'd like my bandana back."

"Hm? Yeah come on." Y/n spoke, walking around him, "follow me."

"Yeah no sorry- not happening-" Hunter argued grabbing her wrist, "just hand it over."

Y/n ripped her wrist from him, hurting his hand in the process, "well then take it off, its right there."

Hunter kept his gaze away from Y/n's thigh, her ahoulder looking interesting at the momment.

"Well its mine then." Y/n spoke going to walk away but her arm was grabbed, Hunter turning to her as he kept his gaze up, his hands feeling for the band,

She chuckled, "little higher and you'll be at my zipper-"

He sighed looking away as he felt his bandana, his hand reaching around and untying it from her thigh.

"You smell nice." Y/n teased

"I don't see how you're Cid's kid." Hunter commented.

"Not by blood sweetheart." Y/n commented.

There was a chuckle as Hunter turned his head, Tech and Echo going back to there silence Wrecker luckily out and about with Omega. Hunter removed the band finally as Y/n chuckled.

Y/n leaned over, kissing Hunter's cheek as he flushed, "rooms down the hall on your left, we should be lucky my mom's on the upper floors."

Hunter only nodded as Y/n walked away, waving to his two brothers who were playing sabbec at the bar.

Hunter turned around to follow her a few mintues later, "don't be too loud."

Hunter glared at the two but made his leave anyways, following Y/n's instructions. Making it to the last door he knocked the door sliding open as Y/n sat on the floor, a tray in her lap, neon fairy lights on the strung carelessly on the walls and ceiling, weapons littered on the floor, some things hanging on the walls, there was a mess of the bed.

"So you came." She spoke popping whatever she was rolling into a jar, setting it on her nightstand and pushing the tray into the drawer. Standing up zhe grabbed a box of matches, throwing herself into one of the large bean bag chairs, big enough for two people, "lock the door would you?"

He did as asked, "why call me in here?"

"Well...Dark and Broody." Y/n spoke, "sit, come on."

Patting the seat besides her he walked over, "I have a name."

"Okay? Tell me it."

"Hunter."

"Okay Hunter." She spoke, "you seemed tense. So we. Me and you. Are gonna smoke-"

"Smoke? Smoke what-"

"One of these." Y/n spoke holding up the jar, "Kessel herb."

"Spice? Yeah no-"

"No. Herb." Y/n defended, "there's a big difference."

Hunter watched her swish the jar around in front of him, "you pick one for me atleast."

Mentally sighing he did as asked, Pulling out a joint for her she smiled, closing the jar and setting it aside, "atleast this doesn't smell bad, smells like flowers."

Hunter watched her open up the match box, the joint between her lips as she striked the first match, a complete dud, she moved onto the second one, also a dud, by the fourth one Hunter was wondering if she'd ever light the thing.

"Dropped them in water-"

"I can do it." Hunter cut off, Y/n gladly handing him the match box as she leaned over, he striking out on the first match but the second one he got working, the flame bright and prominet despite the red undertone of the lights, leaning over as well he lit the thing easy as pie.

"Thanks."

He watched her take a deep inhale in bowing out through her nose she leaned back, muscles already calming and relaxing.

"Why did you really call me in here."

"I told you to smoke." Y/n spoke, "I know a stressed man when I see one. Shit half the time I am a stressed man."

Hunter watched her take in another puff, "Plus it would ruffle my moms scales."

Hunter chuckled Y/n was right about that much, "yet also wanted to see if you wanted to hook up for a night."

Hunter coughed, not because of the smoke but the abruptness, "I'm sorry?"

"Well I seen you look at me the way you did earlier," she told, "and you're pretty good looking, but you seem to atleast have a good head on your sholders, men I know that look at me usually make a comment right away, you kept them to yourself."

Hunter responded with silence, "it's just a suggestion, an idea." She told him turning to look at him.

Again silence and Y/n contuined to smoke as if it was no problem that he said no, he found it, hot, sexy even. She knew what she wanted and she asked if told no she was okay with that, carrying out through her day.

"Why me?"

"I just explained why, you." Y/n spoke, "its yes or no tense guy."

Hunter shifted, its been a while, he mentally sighed, Y/n returning to smoking casually. Was this a way of teasing? If it was, it was harsh, and it was working. Shifting once more there chlothed and armored touching one another.

Damn, Hunter thought, to have her strong thigh in his hand, his head between her thighs. He looked up seeing Y/n pull the joint away once more, feeling the stare Y/n turned her head

"Wanna try it after all?" Y/n questioned, bringing the joint infront of him, "if not more for me."

Fuck it, the empire rules the galaxy, the republic fell, his brother is trying to kill them, what could he possibly loose from having any fun.

He took it with gloved fingers bringing it to his lips, Y/n watched him take a deep inhale, Y/n impresssed.

"This isnt your first rodeo." She teased.

He leaned in closer to her, if even physically possible, removing the joint from his lips, he pushed closer to Y/n, his lips placed on her's softly, and only for a momment, then pulled away, strings of smoke coming from both there lips now as Hunter's mind felt clear, relaxed.

"Lets do it." Hunter responded, usuing his armor as an ash tray, pressing the ashes to death on his chest plate as the embers died.

"One puffs not gonna get you anywhere." Y/n teased.

"But you will..." he whispered against her lips, pressing furthur once more he kissed her.

The kiss much more passionate than the first, Y/n running her hands through his hair, his bandanna slipping off in the process as she tossed it away.

"Fuck you're so hot..." He whispered into the kiss, Y/n moaning softly, his hands untucking her white tank top from her pants.

"Don't tell Im sharing with someone, thats why you came back all undressed." He teased against her lips, his hands hiking up her t-shirt past her covered breast.

"If sharing means arena fights. Then yes." Y/n teased back causing Hunter to chuckle.

Hunter pulled away, unclapssing his armor as she watched, letting it be tossed to the floor he was stripped down to his blacks. Bitting her lip at the buldge in his blacks, he leaned back into her,kissing her lip's passionately, forcing his tongue into her mouth she groaned, his touange pressing against his as they fought.

The kiss ended in a tie, both pulling away panting, Hunter let his hand's find her bare skin in the mean time, traveling up her adoment and covered breast he found her shirt, pulling away he lifted it over her head and arms. About to kiss her again she stopped him, pulling on the edge of his blacks, she pulled his shirt up, he lifting his arms in the process, his gloves rolling off with his sleeves in the process. Tossing the article of chlothing somewhere random. He removing her black sports bra, he kissed her just above her breast.

She humming in pleasure as he did so, traveling up to her neck, kicking her boots and socks off in the process, her legs tensed squeezing together Hunter had found her sweet spot, the space just above her collar bone, where her muscle was tense.

"H-hunter..." she panted, kissing the side of his head as she let out a soft groan, her head rolling back as her fingers tugged on his hair.

"You drive me crazy doing that..." Hunter whispered against her skin, dragging his kisses down her chest, and to her breast, where he let himself take in one of her soft buds.

"Fuck..." he moaned, his hair being pulled once more.

"Maker you're mouths amazing-" Y/n spoke her legs squeeze together tighter, adding to her pleasure as she groaned.

Switching over to give the second one just as much attention his hand cupped her other breast, squeezing her battle scared flesh softly, his other hand slipping behind her waist band slipping into her panties.

Hunter pulled away from her bud with a intoxicated look, "Your soaked..."

Y/n chuckled, "and you're hard as a rock..."

Pulling his hands away from her, she watched him undo her pants, pulling them down as quick as he could, and with her help of kicking them off they were gone.

Y/n reached for the last of his blacks, pulling them off his hips he pulled at them as well, removing his boxers as well. His chlothes barely releasing his length, Y/n's hand wrapped around the base of his aching cock.

Y/n's face laced with warmth and a teasing smirk she let her thumb rub the strip under the base of his cock, he groaned watching her tease his cock. His hand pulling at her panties she raised her hips to help, and he loosely pulled them down enough to let his hand go between her legs.

His finger's teasing her clit softly as she meweled, "Fucking hell..." she whined softly.

Both messes under each other's touches Y/n picked up a pace, her hand starting to milk his cock as he moaned heavily, body both relaxed and tense he gripped her thigh.

"Easy- now..." Y/n whispered to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips, "Don't wanna finish just in my hand do we?"

Hunter shook his head no, "you better be on something...I'm gonna cum in you till you beg me to stop..." he moaned.

She chuckled, leaning into his ear, "yeah? Am I gonna be sitting in pools of your cum?"

"Fuck yeah you are." He told her, "f-from every fuckin hole, starting with you're mouth."

She was taken back both by comment. He stood up as she looked up at him, his cock in her face, she moved forward, her lips brushing against his cock as she licked his tip, the taste of Pre-Cum now on her touange.

"Salty..." she teased kissing down his shaft, her hand wrapping around his base. Looking up at him his face was flushed, yet still held a determined look of lust in his eye.

Pulling back to the tip of his cock she kissed the tip, opening her mouth she pushed his tip in, her hands resting on his hips.

Fuck does he feel so good down my throat, Y/n thought, her eyes closed as she moaned, bobbing her head almost instantly causing Hunter to groan.

"Easy doll. You don't wanna choke." He teased, watching her bobbing increase he moaned loudly, her pace only increasing, "Maker you know to suck cock- s-shit-"

Y/n pulled away jacking his siliva covered cock off, "H-hunter fill me with your cum please. I wanna be in a pool of your cum."

He covered his mouth, what the fuck., but he wasnt complaining, watching her deep throat him again he groaned, his hips starting to pool back and thrust, and as soon as he knew it he was holding the back of her head, mouth fucking her hard.

"Yeah baby take it all...like a little slut take it all for me." He moaned, " hell- I'm-"

Hunter hit deep inside her mouth, cumming down her throat, mid way pulling out letting the rest coat her face.

"H-hunter!" She meweled, but he covered her mouth, not wanting anyone to hear.

She swallowed his cum, groaning into his hand as he pulled his hand away.

"They can't hear us..." she panted, cum covered her face and mixed with her drool as she tried to catch her breath, "t-the walls are solid concrete..."

"Well then...I suppose I will be making you scream..." he panted as she bit her lip, looking down at her he chuckled.

Face covered in cum, running down her lips and chin, her breast perky, marks already starting to form on her neck, her panties down to her knees as she sat waiting for him, flushed and horny.

"Maker I can not wait to put my cock in that tight pussy of your's." He told her, his thumb holding her chin.

"Then do it. Fuck me till you can't cum no more" she begged, watching him kneel down infront of her, causing him to chuckle.

"I want a taste of you first." He told her.

Pulling her panties off she bit her lip as he grabbed her legs roughly by the back of her knees, spreading them from one another, she shifted in her spot, allowing her legs to spread a bit wider and give him a better veiw. Hunter didn't bother teasing her, her pussy soaked and aching as he dived in, eating at her clit.

"F-fuck Hunter!" She cried, her back arching as she gripped onto his hair immediately.

Y/n was in heaven, Hunter between her legs completely devoring her.

"Baby so sweet..." he moaned into her cunt, licking up every bit of her fluid he could, shoving his touange deep inside her.

"Oh- maker! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" She begged, his fingers joining his touange deep inside her, as an incoherent mewel escaped her lips, his fingers thrusting deep inside her.

"Come on baby..squirt for me i wanna taste it." He whispered against her cunt.

"H-holy shit!" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, eating her raw her back arched and her legs squeezed together but he pulled away, spanking her on the back of the thigh.

"Do that again and I'll stop eating you out and fuck you until you're raw." Hunter deamnded, she nodded mindlessly, as he went back to devoring her.

Her pussy pulsating as he shoved his touange deep insider her, his fingers competing for space.

"H-hunter..." she whined, feeling like she was to snap, "H-Hunter- Hunter! Hunter!"

She squirted into his mouth, her legs squeezing together in pleasure.

"F-fuck!" She moaned, back arching as her legs shook, "F-fuck,"

He pulled away from her, flicking her clit with his fingers intesifiying her orgaism. Moaning loudly she watched him getting up to his knees he leaned over her grabbing her face.

"I told you if you closed your legs again I'd fuck you until your raw." He argued as Y/n blushed deeply.

"I'm sorry sir..." she apologized, pussy still pulsating, still completely soaked with a mix of her own cum and his siliva.

"What did you call me?"

"S-sorry daddy." She apologized.

"Atleast you know your place."

Holy fuck, where did this Hunter come from? Not that she knew Hunter at all, but it was still a shock to see the 'dark and broody' man become such a sex addict that liked to be called daddy.

"You either call me daddy or sarge," he demanded grabbing her chin, "understand?"

She nodded in response.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes daddy."

"Good girl..." he praised, "the better you are the more cum you'll get, understand?"

"Yes daddy."

He spred her legs open again, his knees resting on the bean bag below her as he lined himself up with her soaked entrence. Pushing his tip in her she moaned loudly, her feet resting on his hips, he chuckled, grabbing her hips tightly he shoved himself in her fully.

"F-fuck!" She cried out, "Oh maker yes!"

He started beating into her without warning, she crying out in pleasure as her body shook.

"D-daddy so rough! Oh-yes!" She shouted.

"Touch yourself While I fuck you," he demanded, her hand hand reaching between her legs,rubbing her clit while he fucked her senseless, "Good girl, looks like someone wants to be filled with cum."

She moaned nodding her head in the process as he beating balls deep into her, hearing his cum filled balls slapping against her soaked skin.

"F-fuck daddy please!" She begged, one of his hands finding the back of her hair as he gripped it, arching her over.

"Please what baby girl? Come on. Tell daddy what you want."

"P-please cum in me!" She cried drooling in pleasure, he groaned her tight pussy walls clenching around him, "H-Hunter!"

Moaning heavily he gripped her hair tighter, her free hand gripping his forearm as she bit her lip. The feeling built up in her stomach.

"Y-yeah! D-daddy! Daddy make me cum!" She begged, he watched her come unraveled, beating into her roughly her back arched, toes curling as she moaned loudly, soaking his cock as she squirted onto him, he pulled out of her, rubbing her clit intesifiying her orgaism.

"Oh- Shit!" She cried, the quicker he rubbing her clit more she squirted, slipping back into her he delievered a few hard thrust as she cried out, pulling out once more her orgaism intense as she held her legs open.

"Fuck daddy!" She cried.

"Come on baby let it all out." He praised, slipping into her again and fucking her roughly for a few more thrust, pulling out once more as she squirted the last she could.

"H-hunter- Hunter!"

"Shh baby. Shh." He spoke leaning kissing her roughly she kissed back, pulling away he looked down at her, "You still need my cum in you huh baby?"

"Mhmm, yes please." She begged.

"Good girl." He praised, kissing her sloppily as she groaned.

Pulling away she held onto his arm as he pushed his way back into her, causing her to mewel out his name.

"What a perfect little pussy." He told her, starting to thrust into her, his hand rest at the side of her throat as his thumb pulled her chin down, she wore a curled smile with a deep blush, her pupils dialted wide and pupils seemingly in the shape of hearts.

"H-hunter...daddy..." she meweled.

He grunted down a groan, feeling himself starting to become unraveled, "pussys still tight for me,fuck-"

His gripp tightned around her neck, causing her to choke slightly, as his thrust became sloppy, becoming increasingly rougher as her moans grew louder once more. Loosing rythem he pulled his hand away from her neck, his hands gripping her hips for leverage as he pulled them against his thrust, groaning loudly he still beat into her harshly, his cock pulsating in her. She begged for him to creampie her, her hands finding his hair as she tugged and pulled.

"Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck!" He groaned, "Oh! OH!"

He shoved himself deep inside of her keeping her steady as her back arched, his own body arching into her's as he released a massive load of cum into her.

"Oh! Fuck yeah!" He groaned, completely loosing control, contuining his rough thrust.

"H-hunter! Hunter! Holy shit!" She cried out.

"Fuck Im cumming again!"

"H-hunter! Fuck!" A second smaller load was shot into her, filling her womb with his hot seed as he held her hips tight, rocking into her steadily as to make sure he stuffed her. He panted heavily, his ears seemingly ringing as he looked down at her.

Her mouth agape as she breathed heavily, her breast rising and falling with heavy pants.

"Good girl..." Hunter praised, slolwy pulling out of her, Y/n letting out the last of her soft moans.

He panted heavily, his hands spreading her legs as she ended up holding her legs open by her inner thighs, Hunter watches the thick cum leaked out of her, cum covering her pussy folds.

"Good girl." Hunter praised, a few of his fingers scooping up some of the cum as she opened her mouth, letting it sloppily leak from Hunter's hand to her mouth and face, "Now, turn over on all fours, Im not done with you yet."

[bubbleteaimagines]

Hello! Can you do an angst Warhammer/Tybur Reader x Porco? Maybe they met once during Titan training before and became close, to eventually lovers, and then the declaration of war happens and- well- you know- Thank you! Your writings are always so good so i cant help but keep requesting! ♡

Declaration of War

Porco Galliard Oneshot

Summary: You never wanted a war. You only wanted a happyily ever after. But what choice did you have when the universe was against you?

Pairings: Porco Galliard x Warhammer!Reader

Warnings: Just pure angst, mentions of blood drinking (You know, that scene)

Authors Note: Wow I- you woke up and chose violence with this one nonnie 😭 But anyways thank you for requesting! You’re so sweet 💞

You don’t remember much of your childhood, but you do remember the exact day your were adopted into the Tybur family. It was when you were around three, living half a world away when all of sudden, you were swept into the royal lifestyle.

Honestly, you’re still not sure what made them pick you. I mean, according to your father you weren’t even from Marley. But you were an Eldian, so when the time came it was you that was chosen to inherit the warhammer titan.

When your father first announced this, a lot of criticism was thrown your way. After all, you, someone who wasn’t even apart of the bloodline, inheriting possibly the strongest titan there was? Impossible.

There was an outrage, people came banging on your father’s door demanding why this decision had been made. Why not Laura? Why not someone that was his actual offspring?

Why you?

That question had been bottled up in your ever since you found out. Why did it have to be you, someone that was simply given the Tybur name? Why was it you that had to shoulder this? Why was it your burden to carry.

You didn’t ask for this. But yet- everyone acted like it was a great honor to receive a titan. The people of Marley even rewarded those who sacrificed themselves to become warriors.

Honestly, when you first heard about that, it took all you had not to gasp in horror.

Growing up as royalty, you had been somewhat shielded from the cruelty of how others treated Eldians. No one ever dared to speak against you, never dared to spit at you or curse you out, but you could still see the disgust in their eyes that they tried so hard to mask.

You were different. And now you were powerful. People didn’t like that.

On your first ever visit to Marley, the beginning of the end, you could sense the hostility from outsiders, and even from your own kind.

It was sickening really, how people bowed to your feet yet tormented so many people like were just like you. You didn’t understand at first- you knew the history of Eldian suppression, but why, why were all of you dragged into this? What had you ever done to deserve the harassment, the isolation, the punishment?

It was sick how people looked down on Eldians like you were the scum of the earth. Even other Eldians talked about this Island filled with their kin in disgust, claiming that they were devils.

It was sick how people were fed lies and forced to suppress themselves and the people like them. It was sick, and it made you even angerier that you couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

No, the only thing you could do was smile and occasionally talk with officials when they asked you something, faking a laugh at whatever they said and then going back to being in your fathers shadow.

You hated it, honestly, and you hated everything about Marley until you met him.

Meeting Porco Galliard had not been an accident, but it took you by surpise nevertheless. While stationed in Marley to discuss the War, he was assigned as your official bodyguard.

Inheriter of the Jaw Titan, as you had learned. Cocky, arrogant, and a smug bastard as you had learned.

Truthfully, you both hated each other when you first met. Or more like you couldn’t stand him, but he was forced to endure your hostility and only respond with equal coldness.

Being together almost 24/7 had been an absolute nightmare. He was like a shadow, always lingering in the background, telling you how you could do this or that. He made sure to irk your nerves in every way possible.

A small smirk could always be seen whenever you were frustrated, letting out groans everytime you forced to let him accompany you with something.

You wanted to go the shore and relax alone while watching the sunset? Too bad- you were instead forced to scowl at Porco’s back as he lead you there. You wanted to take a peaceful bath and unwind after a long day of talking politics? Porco would be right outside your door, interrupting every five seconds and asking when you were gonna be finished.

It was terrible. He was terrible. Which was why you were so shocked when you found yourself falling in love with him.

Honestly- you’re not sure how or when. When did you start to look at him differently? When did you start to recognize the man under that annoying mask, the one that was hidden from the rest of the world? When did you start to notice the cracks in his facade?

Truthfully, it came gradually. A civil conversation here, another conversation there, and suddenly, you were telling your bodyguard all about yourself and your home, discussing your titans in the late hours when neither of you could sleep, and arguing about who was stronger.

The cracks appeared slowly. And so did the cracks in your mask. You don’t know when it started, but you did know that it was destined to end.

The minute you began to feel butterflies whenever you were around Porco - taking late night trips to the shore and talking about your pasta or dragging him out to the market to find your favorite flowers - you knew that you were destined for doom.

He knew it, too. Whatever blossomed betweened you two during the months of stay in Marley was sure to never last, but you both kept clinging anyways.

You clinged to the moments you got alone, free to lay in Porco’s arms while he whispered stories of his childhood. You clinged to the memories of your first kiss, the first time you ever snuck out together, and mischief you two would reek during the daytime when he’d chase you through the streets.

You cherished it all. Every moment, every memory. And you had a good reason to- because you knew it wouldn’t last.

Life had a funny way of separating what wasn’t meant to be.

First, it was having to finally leave Marley and go back home- Without Porco.

You were heartbroken when you heard the news- your father no longer had business there and so it was time to leave. Time to leave behind Porco and your fantasy of love.

When you came to him one night, crying and breaking the news, Porco had held you and promised that you’d survive this. No matter the distance, he promised that he’d write as much as he could so long as you promised the same.

You both were determined to keep your love afloat. But it was all futile, in the end.

After the separation came responsibilities, duties that both you and Porco had to uphold. For him, it was his duty as a warrior. For you, it was your duty as a royal.

The letters you exchanged were frequent in the beginning. You’d hear from him every week, reading his words in the candlelight once everyone else was asleep. Smiling as you scribbled one back, reminding him of your love and your promise to return to him one day.

It was always so easy in the beginning.

But slowly, life took over. The letters between you two began to expand to two weeks, then three, and then- you’d both be lucky if you heard from the other in a month.

You hadn’t it to be this way. But after the responsibilities, came the war.

Dread filled your every fiber as you were told that Marley had declared war on a neighboring nation. All soldiers were required to fight- all warriors had no choice but to be on the front lines.

This included Porco, and you and fell to you knees sobbing when you had received what very well could have been your last letter from him.

In it, he informed you of the dreadful news and told you that the Jaw Titan’s abilities were required. He didn’t have a choice, but he was glad that at least you hadn’t been called fight. He then went on to make his promises- the first that he’d stay safe and the second that he’d return to you.

He promised that the two of you would be reunited again- but little did either of you know, he’d be right.

Your time in Marley wouldn’t be last time you’d see Porco again. Unfortunately though, when you met again, it would be his.

-

After three years you would think something would change. Maybe your feelings towards him, but you found that it was quite the opposite.

The longer that he was gone, the more you yearned for him. You did everything you could to keep yourself from going insane, reminding yourself constantly that he was alive and doing great.

You purchased every newspaper you could as soon as they came out, if only the read about him. The Jaw Titan has been nothing short of a war hero during battles. You could see his pictures, read the words that were praising him but none of that ever mattered.

Everytime you picked up a paper, the only thing your eyes cared about was seeing him alive. And so long as he was, you could breath until the next issue came out.

With you keeping up with Porco constantly, it was no surprise that you were one of the first to hear that the war was ending.

Marley had won, and the warrior casualties were at zero. Porco had made it out alive. Just like he promised.

The minute you had found out you weeped harder than you ever had before. Even more so than when you found out he was going to war.

You couldn’t help it- you were eso relived. And when that first letter came to you after three years, asking if you stilled carried love for him or if you had forgotten him, Porco got a response the next day that made him smile wider than he had in three years.

You were coming back to Marley. Your entire family- but mainly because of your father. Whatever the circumstances, neither of you cared. All that mattered was the moment you were reunited again, sneaking back to your spot on the shore where you spotted him already waiting for you.

“Porco!”

You voice was loud, but at the moment you didn’t care who heard you. All you cared about was running to be in arms again, and when he stood up, a welcoming smile on his face as he caught you, you felt like you were home once again.

“Y/N...” Porco buried himself in the crook of your neck and gave you a watery grin, holding you tight. “You...you made it. Y-You’re here.”

“I promised, didn’t I?” You chuckled tearfully, before leaning in and giving him the kiss you had been waiting three years for.

That night, you felt invincible as you laid with Porco, wrapped up in his arms as you laid by the ocean. The peace you felt was unlike anything you had felt in years. And when you heard him confess that night, after making love to you by the water, you thought that nothing could ever get better than this.

And you were right.

If you had known, if he had known that in a few short hours that everything would change, then maybe, just maybe, you would have done something different.

Maybe Porco would have held you a little longer before breaking away that morning. Maybe you would have begged him to stay, knowing it would be your last night together. Maybe...you both would have run away together, to a world that was more peaceful than your own.

If only you had known.

But instead, you bid goodbye to each other like it wasn’t going to be your last. Instead you carried on your day like nothing could go wrong, getting ready for the ceremony that night.

Your father had told you he was doing it to expose the truth about Eldians. He said he would unite the world against Paradis. Whatever that meant, you could tell that there was something lingering in his eyes as he kissed you goodbye that night.

There was something...somber about the atmosphere. Despite your cheerful younger siblings, the warm smile of your sister and she embraced and promised that your father would return shortly.

Something was wrong. You saw it in his eyes. But as the story goes, you recognized what it was too little, too late. By the time the ceremony began to evening, you were as ignorant as the rest of them.

Standing back stage, naively thinking your father would come back and hug you shortly, exclaiming about how well it went.

Thinking that you’d get one last chance to be in Porco’s arms again that night.

You were naive. Not prepared for anything. Never have being trained to the use titan you possessed. Always sitting back, always being cautious. You were never once allowed to use your powers. Not in the war, to sharpen them, not to train you. If was dormant inside of you, so much so that you might as well hadn’t had it at all.

And it costed you your life.

The rumbling, you noted, was when it first started. The ground beneath you was shaking like there an earthquake. And then, there was a flash of yellow light and everything you had ever know was gone.

You screamed as the floor beneath your feet was ripped up, a roar of anger coming from the very person your father had started talking about.

Eren Jaeger.

He appeared like it was magic, his ginormous titan emerging from underground. He let out a scream as he dove right for his target - or was that you? - your father.

The man that had given you everything was devoured right in front of you. A titan- no why was there a titan here? They didn’t exist in these parts. You had never seen- oh god. Why couldn’t you get your thoughts together?

“Y/N?” A panicked cry from your mother snapped you out of your shock, a feeling of terror beginning to sink in as you realized what had just happened. “You need to- you need to transform, sweetheart!”

“But-!” You wanted to say you didn’t know how. But you did. It was the one thing you were taught. The one thing you were prepared for. You thought it had been odd, three days ago, when your father suddenly told you. When he explained that a drop of blood was all that was needed to activate the warhammer.

You thought it was strange. But now...now you realized what he was preparing you for. His death.

“Go!” Your mother screamed as she held your crying siblings, trying to protect them from the chaos that had already occurred. “Protect us well! Avenge your father!”

“I will,” You don’t even remember hearing the words, as everything after that pretty much went black.

The only thing you were thinking of as you harshly bit your hand, your heart pounding in your chest, was eliminating the enemy that had killed your father.

Eren Jaeger stood before you, no less shocked than everybody else was. He stilled from his position, lips curling into a snarl as he stared at your white, armored body.

So it was you.

He had been aiming for you father, your sister Laura next. But really, the warhammer titan had been passed down to you, someone not even part of the bloodline.

What a twist in fate.

Eren angled his body towards you and you feel the heat of his breath as he roared. He was prepared for this. He had planned this attack. He had planned to kill you.

The minute that Porco realized this, he was panicking. He and Pieck had been trapped for a reason. They must have known- the enemy wanted to eliminate any possible threats.

“Pieck! We have to get out of here!” He yelled fiercely, banging on the Well walls.

“Porco- relax. Someone’s coming for us,” She reassured him, but Porco wasn’t calming down.

His first thought when he was pulled out was to go straight to you. You were the only thing on his mind. He had to get to you, but somehow Pieck convinced him to wait.

You would handle this on your own, she told him. You had this.

Porco wished he hadn’t believed her. He wished that he just scoffed and ran off away, instead of listening and waiting for a miracle.

You weren’t trained for this. While powerful, you had no idea how to do much beyond what your instincts told you. Maybe if he would have realized that, maybe if he had just listened to his gut, he wouldn’t have been watching the love of his life about to be devoured.

“No!” Porco roared as he saw Eren holding your Crystal, your terrified face peaking out from the cracks. You were powerful, but you had been no match for Eren Jaeger. He was strong, and he figured out your weakness before you did.

Now, all that was left was to defend yourself. To preserve your body and hope that someone else could finish what you started.

A million thoughts were racing through your mind. A million different emotions, but most prominent was horror as you saw Porco leap to your rescue.

“No!” Is what you wanted to scream out as you saw him fighting the Attack Titan. ‘Turn around, get away’ is what you wanted to say when he made a grab for you, only to miss and instead punctured the crystal.

You could see it as clear as day. Eren saw the way he managed to break through, too. And that was the moment- the moment you knew you were doomed.

A silent tear ran down your face as Porco went to attack again, only to be ambushed by one of the Eren’s allies and disabled.

He couldn’t move his legs, but he still made one last attempt for you- once last Hail Mary.

He extended his jaws, trying to at least capture your Crystal. But all that he was met with was Eren shoving it into his mouth, using his jaws to break open your crystal.

“No!” Porco yelled out in his head, pure agony seeping through his veins as he realized what was about to happen. As he realized that Eren Jaeger was using him to kill the one he loved.

He tried to get away. He tried to will his body to stop working.

He tried everything he could- but it wasn’t enough.

The crystal broke before either of you ever had time to say goodbye. There was a deafening noise, a flash a of pain, and then the last thing you ever saw in that world was the look on Porco’s face as Eren tossed him away, successfully drinking your blood.

[dancingazaleas]

zeke yeager | my baby

this is bc of the new episode; i’ve known his backstory for a while but i didn’t come up with the idea until now LFMAOOAOA

anyways zeke supremacy

edit: this is so bad but enjoy LMFOAOAOA

warnings/notes: this is strictly platonic, takes place in canonverse during zeke’s childhood then to the beginning of season 4, cursing, mentions of mental abuse from family, murder, fem!reader(feel free to change if u want), yeah i’m unoriginal and the reader is the female titan before annie, angst,

when you first met zeke, zeke was extremely hesitant towards you.

grisha and dina had brought you into the house, a 17 year old girl who had soft and gentle eyes along with a nice smile. zeke had recognized you from the warrior program. you hadn’t inherited your titan just yet, you still had a few more years before they would allow it to be given to you. your predecessor gained the titan around your age, no one really knows why. zeke assumes that it must be a similar case with mr. ksaver and himself.

it shocked zeke in all honesty. they’re letting a warrior watch over him? one that isn’t in cahoots with his mother and father?

it wasn’t until grisha and dina pulled him into a different room and told him to get information on your views that he understood why. they wanted to use you, just like they wanted to use zeke. the worst of it all was that zeke knows you. he looks up to you, you graduated third out of all of your peers, you express love with the younger candidates such as zeke.

he felt like curling up in his bed and crying, he didn’t want you to babysit him just so his parents could use you.

but whenever the couple left, your arms encased him in warmth. you were hugging him tightly to you, fingernails surely digging into the fabric of his shirt. he felt his eyes widen whenever he felt a drop of a liquid on his shoulder. you were crying.

you pulled away and put a hand on his cheek, looking at him with endearment. zeke started crying at this, not once had dina touched him like this. not once had grisha looked at him like this.

“it’s okay, my boy,” you pull him close again, “i’m here.”

for the first time, zeke wasn’t cowering in a corner while he sobbed. he sobbed in the arms of a person, one that loved him dearly whether he knew it or not. you were even crying for him.

“my mother and father were apart of the same group,” you whispered as you stroked his hair, “they pushed me so far to my limits.”

“so, i did something i regret,” you sob, “something i hope you’re never forced to do.”

your whimper gave him chills, “i murdered my mother with a butcher knife and pinned the crime onto my father. all at the age of ten. to this day, i don’t know how i got away with it. maybe the police pitied me or found it excusable because of their affiliations with the group.”

“you hurt someone,” he sniffles, eyes widened in fear.

it gave you a frown, however you couldn’t blame him, “i did. it was mistake and i wish i had never done it. i just wished for my mother and father to love me, not to use me. after that, i found myself in the warrior program. maybe with this power, i could do some good. to show marley that us eldians are not devils.”

you rid him of his snot and tears with your shirt, “when i saw your father the time he came to observe you, i was immediately able to tell. your reaction had said it all. i can’t allow myself to witness you go through what i did without doing something. even if it’s small.”

he blinks at you after you softly kiss him on his forehead.

“now, is there anything you want to do?”

————

that afternoon, you played catch and volleyball with zeke. after that, you bought him whatever meal he wanted from the market and ate with him at the table. he told you about his stuffed monkey, who he named jerry, and his adventures.

he was sad when you had to leave, to which dina and grisha informed him you would come to their home sparingly. although he was delighted, he was also sad.

the next day, you doted on him during the short breaks between his training. patting his head, shaking him by his shoulders, and giving him a hug. when lunch came around, you pulled out a home cooked lunch for him as you sat on a bench. you would give him advice with training and his health while he ate.

he even shared some of his food with her.

after that was his time with ksaver. he didn’t see you during that time, obviously, but that didn’t mean you didn’t come during their conversations.

zeke was surprised to hear the praising from ksaver. ksaver said that you were a good figure for him and that you had a genuine heart. it made him feel at ease.

when the day was over, you walked zeke home and even ate dinner with him and his parents. it was a surprise that made you slightly bitter, but you accepted nonetheless.

they talked to you excitedly, asking about your duties as a warrior. you exceptionally avoided answering the questions, instead prodding at their own occupations and duties.

in the end, it felt like a game of tag. avoiding and then charging.

the night you were on your way to watch zeke, you felt your heart drop at the feral screeching of grisha and the reassurance of dina. you banged your fist against the door worriedly, sweat forming at your hairline.

the yelling stopped and you heard the patter of footsteps against the floor. dina looked flustered as she opened the door, face tear stained and eyebrows knitted up in concern.

“oh, (name), we don’t need you to watch over him anymore.”

“no, please, allow me,” you put on a fake smile that made her relax.

“you can take him out for a bit,” she, surprisingly, compromised and stepped aside to let you inside.

you bolted to zeke’s dark room. he was in a corner with his knees pushed against his chest and his hands covering his ears. his tears were making puddles on his knees as he stared blankly at the wall. you rush to him, pulling his head into your chest and picking him up.

“it’s alright,” you whispered, “you’ll be with me for a little bit.”

he didn’t respond but just wiped his eyes when he realized he would pass by his mom. you gave dina a brisk goodbye before leaving and taking him to a nearby park.

“it’s alright, my boy, it’s alright,” you coo and stroke his sweaty back.

for once, he felt okay.

————

the day zeke reported his parents, you held him in your arms. from then, he stayed with his grandparents and often found himself spending time with you after training when his schedule allowed it.

now, zeke is 16 and you’re 29. zeke was often seen with you or ksaver during his free time, now having the power of the best titan secured when ksaver’s term is up.

you mentor a girl named annie leonhardt, the next inheritor of the female titan. zeke occasionally sees you and annie catching some bugs in the grass during your mentoring. other days, you talk to her or just look at the sky. once at the beginning of the year, he once saw you take annie ice skating over a lake.

when he spends his time with you, you’re often doting on him and taking care of him. one time, you convinced the kids and some of the older soldiers to all play a game of baseball after your training was over.

you walked the extra mile for zeke no matter what. zeke was in trouble during a war and you swatted him into the trenches with your hand before attacking the enemy a year ago. whenever zeke would get hurt, you’d be his nurse.

if zeke’s being honest, you’re the maternal figure in his life. you act as if he’s your son, love him like he’s your son, and sometimes you even let it slip and call him that. sometimes zeke messes up and calls you mom.

in your eyes, he is your son.

in his eyes, you’re his mom.

but with being a parental figure came with fighting. it didn’t happen often, but whenever it did it was bad. zeke would become more irritable and angry while you would become reserved and melancholy.

when zeke was 14, you got into a fight so bad that it ended up getting you bedridden. you’d been sick from stress and it lasted for weeks until zeke swallowed his pride and apologized.

it almost made bertholdt, annie, reiner, porco, pieck, and marcel laugh at how domestic the two of you are when together. but as soon as you left zeke’s side, he would revert back to his quiet and receptive personality.

“zeke, my boy,” you call as you walk towards all the warrior candidates, “i’ve got your favorite.”

“thanks,” he hums when you stand beside him.

“i also brought some food for you all too. since we didn’t have training today, i thought you all could enjoy a nice break by having a picnic,” you clap your hands with a smile and they all feel like they’re seeing an angel.

they all agree and follow behind you when you start leading them towards a grassy field. you set the basket down and rummage through it, pulling out a nice thick blanket so the blades of the grass wouldn’t poke through.

“help me lay this out,” zeke sighs but obliges.

with zeke’s help, everyone is sitting on the blanket and eating and conversing. you listen quietly as you chew on the sandwich you made.

“miss (name),” pieck’s soft voice said beside you, “thank you for the picnic.”

you smile and shake your head, cheeks puffing out from the food that’s still in your mouth.

“can we do this again,” shyly asks reiner.

you gulp down your food and choke a bit, “y-yes! of course!”

you turn to zeke and speak quietly, “how was training yesterday?”

“it was fine. my calves are kind of sore though, it’s been a while since we did squats,” he shrugs and looks up, “ksaver let me pitch to him again.”

“i’m assuming it was at least enjoyable?”

“yeah...,” he trails off, “could you massage my calves for me in a little while?”

you pinch his cheek as you laugh, “of course! anything for you, my child.”

he chuckles while he swats at your hand, “quit that. it hurts.”

before you could pinch him even harder, porco’s loud voice interrupted.

“miss (name), are you zeke’s mom?”

his brother and annie hit him, scolding him in whispers.

“i-i’m so sorry miss (name)..! my brother means no harm,” marcel stutters nervously.

“it’s alright, i don’t mind,” zeke’s slightly flustered, “but no, i’m not zeke’s mother.”

“so why do you act so friendly?”

“i met zeke when i was 17 and he was just a little boy. i would watch him while his grandparents were away,” you lie like it’s nothing.

“i’ve always seen zeke as my little boy though even if i’m only 13 years older,” it has them all gaping and zeke staring at his food.

“why’d you become a warrior then,” reiner blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth in shame, “sorry... but with all due respect, you have a family you love and who love you... why would you let your life end so short?”

for just a second the smile on your face cracks into a frown as you feel your throat tighten up, “why are you asking such disrespectful questions? i understand you have no malicious intent, however it sounds as if you are seeing my decision as an ignorant one. are you calling me ignorant for becoming a warrior?”

zeke just looks away sadly. you never really had to put on this demanding ploy too much since no one dared to ask a question such as reiner did. not to mention that you had to in order to keep your position. reiner scrambles to pledge his loyalty to marley with your eyes burning holes into his head.

the others slightly cower in fear, they’d only ever heard that you could be like this from their mentors. but when they all looked in your, now, sad eyes, they relaxed.

“but, to answer your question,” you say reluctantly, “i was already selected to inherit the female titan.”

“now,” you cough and zeke knows it’s because you want to cry, “i need to go.”

they all help you get everything together, fidgeting anxious as they watch you walk back to the dorm. when you were far enough away, porco shouts at reiner for asking such questions and ruining the picnic. it ends up with annie joining in with the berating and marcel slapping porco upside the head.

zeke just leaves and follows you. he can’t be bothered to listen to them argue while you’re probably crying.

zeke knew it was about your 13 years coming to an end, meaning you wouldn’t be with him anymore. the first time he brought it up, you sobbed out apologies while holding his head to your chest. zeke knows not to bring it up again.

however, reiner didn’t. although he was slightly frustrated with reiner, he understood that he meant no harm to you. sometimes reiner just doesn’t think before he speaks.

zeke finds you with your head in your hands as you cry on your bed. the creaking of the door opening has you looking up and making eye contact and your eyes fill up with tears. zeke shut the door behind him and sat next to you after you pat the spot beside you.

zeke knows what’s going to happen, but allows it anyways because it puts you both at ease.

you cradle his head to your chest, stroking his hair with one hand and his back with another. zeke feels himself starting to cry when you cry out apologies and exclamations of love.

“zeke, my boy, i love you,” you whimper, “i’m so sorry i cannot be by your side until i grow old.”

zeke’s fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt and let’s out a broken sob.

“you’re the light of my life, zeke,” you whisper, “my beautiful boy, my beautiful baby.”

his shoulders shake and he wanted to tell you to stop and to pull away. but he won’t.

“you’re the son i never had, zeke, did you know that,” you sob and squeeze him tight.

it has him wailing and holding you tight. though zeke knew this, you never said it out loud.

“my baby, my baby,” you croak, “i love you so much, zeke.”

“love you too,” he chokes out, muffled by your shirt.

“zeke, my boy, my son, my zeke.”

“please don’t leave me,” it makes you sob even louder.

“i’m so sorry, zeke, i’m so sorry.”

————

zeke couldn’t look in annie’s direction after your term ended and her’s started. even at 29 years of age, he still curls up in a ball and cries himself to sleep. he carries a photograph of the two of you, he remembers taking the picture on your 26th birthday.

back on marley, whenever you were brought up in conversations, reiner, porco, and pieck stared at him with sympathy.

after zeke’s arms grow back on the blimp, he pulls out the folded photograph from his pocket. he stares at your beaming smile.

“who’s the girl,” eren asks, ignoring how yelena looks at him fiercely, “when’d you get a girlfriend?”

zeke shakes his head, “not a girlfriend.”

“who is she then,” eren gestures with his hand, the clinking of the metal chains echoing in the small room on the blimp.

“my mother,” he murmurs while he hands it to eren.

“dina doesn’t look like that.”

“eren, did you ever see a memory of a woman being introduced as a babysitter?”

“now that it’s being mentioned, yea.”

“that’s her,” the memory has him chuckling, “she treated me like her son before she died.”

eren transfers his gaze to yelena, a silent request for her to give more information.

“(name) (last name) was the inheritor of the female titan before annie leonhardt. she inherited the titan a few months after she turned 17, her predecessor, flora, was unexpectedly injured during war and was not able to regenerate. although disorganized and unexpected, (name) managed to eat flora. she died at the age of 30 when annie ate her as a pure titan,” yelena elaborates hesitantly as zeke’s small smile fades, “she was often recognized for her kind personality and optimistic attitude.”

“i see,” he said.

“were you her beautiful boy,” eren taunts.

“yes. i was.”

he sounds sad while he folds it back up and puts it in his pocket.

maybe he could be the same to eren.

[coltsbitch]

figure it out ~ colt grice x reader

colt grice x reader; 6.5k words; nsfw summary: colt is determined to proving himself in any test, even if that means figuring out why you were staring at him...?

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“I suppose congratulations are in order.” You smile when Colt jumps slightly at the sound of your voice.

“So, you heard?”

“Magath made sure to come tell the rest of us after you got pulled from training. Wanted to remind us we’re still scum, maybe even a little bit more so since we weren’t chosen.”

It probably wasn’t the best thing to say, you can already see Colt feels badly, as he rubs his neck, “I’m sorry. You know, the Cart and Armor titan successors will be selected soon enough.”

“It’s okay Colt, it was never in the cards for me. Not being in your class and all.” You shrug, giving him a sly smile thinking of how hard he’s been training these last few years, desperate to redeem his family’s betrayal to Marley. But you suppose that’s something the current Beast titan has in common.

“I wouldn’t give up hope yet.” He flashes you a grin that makes you feel weak in the knees.

But with being so dedicated to inheriting a titan, you know Colt has never so much strayed an eye off his goal. No use dwelling on those smiles he sends your way.

“Well, I’m sure with being selected you can finally ease up on the studying and training that’s consumed your life, if you wanted to go get a soda or something?”

You already know your answer when Colt’s face screws up in that apologetic look he gets, “I’m supposed to be meeting with War Chief Zeke.”

“Really not waiting a moment for this training to begin, huh? Is he going to tell you all the secrets to being a titan?” You tease, hoping your disappointment is masked in your voice.

Colt laughs slightly, “Not sure, but he told me to bring a catcher’s mitt.” He gestures to the leather in his hand.

Speak of the devil, you see the War Chief rounding the corner, “Colt.” He calls out, not bothering to come any closer.

“Well, don’t let me keep you.”

Colt looks over his shoulder, and then back of you, seeing what maybe your mind is wanting to be a flash of regret in his eyes, “Another time, okay?”

You smile and nod as you watch his retreating form. But another time will probably never come, just like it hasn’t every other time he made that promise. It’s pathetic the way you throw yourself after him, every other warrior candidate thinks the same thing. You’re not sure if the ignorance or the whispers hurt more.

Whispers that Colt definitely has never heard, too focused to give petty gossip the time of day. Which you’re thankful for, you’re not sure how you would handle Colt knowing about your massive infatuation with him. But with the way things are going, it’s likely he never will.

Kicking a rock and huffing to yourself you turn down the street to return to Liberio.

…

“Who’s the girl?”

It’s been almost three months since Colt was selected to inherit the Beast Titan. And while Colt knows there’s still over two years until his terms starts, he wonders if there will ever be anything more than playing catch with War Chief Zeke.

Colt throws the ball back, “What do you mean?”

Zeke just raises an eyebrow, his eyes drifting to the line of warrior candidates where you stand, clearly sneaking peaks at the two.

“Oh, her?” Colt drops his hand, his focus on you instead of the ball heading his way, “Ouf!” He groans, bending over trying to catch his breath from where the ball had knocked it out.

“Never take your eye off the target.” Zeke is standing before Colt, hand outstretched.

“Right.” Colt stands grabbing the War Chief’s hand, his eyes drifting to you, where now you’re openly watching, concern on your face. Colt sends a smile, more of a grimace, your way before following Zeke.

Zeke puts a cigarette between his lips, lighting the end. He takes a deep inhale, smoke wafting around Colt’s face, “You never answered.”

“Oh. She’s just a friend from my warrior class.”

“Watches you a lot.”

Colt doesn’t respond because he doesn’t know what Zeke means by that. You don’t watch him, at least, not more than you watch any other person. Right?

“You don’t notice?” Colt shakes his head, “Well figure it out.”

“Sir?” Colt cocks his head.

“Part of being a Titan Warrior is being strategic. Knowing what the enemy is thinking before it even crosses their mind.”

“I’d assume she’s still hurt she wasn’t selected to inherit your titan.”

Zeke lets out a mixture of a laugh and scoff, “I’ve never talked to the girl and I already know that’s wrong. Consider this your first test. Report back to me tomorrow.”

Colt nods eagerly at the thought of impressing the War Chief tomorrow, now he just needs to find you and get an explanation, even if he isn’t too convinced you were even looking at him in the first place.

…

Colt waits for you outside the gates of the training grounds. He watches as you and another warrior candidate come closer, the smile on your face is a pleasant sight. He likes when your eyes crinkle because of how wide your smile can get. But that’s not the point right now. He needs to focus on the task at hand.

“Colt!” You call out as soon as you spot him leaning against the wall, waving your arm wildly.

He waves back as you split off from your friend.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” You’re a little breathless from jogging up to Colt, hoping you didn’t look too desperate to be in his presence.

Colt smiles and rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah. War Chief Zeke has me in a pretty tight schedule.”

“Well, you seem to be free now.” You comment off handedly, you know he’s probably on his way to another meeting or another training, just passing by and decided to say hi.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I was hoping we could go for a walk or something?”

“Wait, really?” You ask incredulously, this man has never had a free minute in his life. And now that he does, he wants to spend it with you? You might faint.

“Unless you have somewhere to be.”

“No!” You shout, making Colt to jump slightly, “I mean, I’d love to.” Nodding too much, “How about you show me around the barracks? I’ve always wondered what it’s like to live in style.” You laugh.

“Okay but believe me when I tell you it’s not much.”

“Lead the way.”

Colt smiles and turns leading you down the block to the giant brick building.

The two of you catch up about the things he’s missed since being pulled from training. The different candidates that have dropped and joined. He tells you about all the things he’s learning, which isn’t much.

“It’s just a lot of playing catch.” Colt opens a door leading to his private dorm, “I mean we talk while we do it, but not how I imagined it going.”

You follow behind him into the sparse room, there’s the bare minimum of furniture, as most Eldians are lucky to even have. “Wow, you sure know how to decorate.”

Colt smiles, “I still try to go home as much as I can. My parents are proud, but I know Falco misses me more than he lets on.”

“A truly selfless big brother you are.” You nudge him with your elbow.

“Ah.” Colt grimaces, hand flying to where your elbow dug into his stomach.

“Are you alright?”

Colt huffs a laugh, rubbing is side, “War Chief Zeke’s throws sure pack a punch.”

“Was that from yesterday? When the ball caught you in the side?”

Colt nods, “It’s no big deal. Just a pretty nasty bruise.”

“Well at least let me look at it. I did rank higher than you in our first aid training.” You reach for his side before he turns away from you.

“Why were you staring at me yesterday?”

You freeze your movements and feel your face heat up, “What are you talking about?”

“War Chief Zeke says you were staring at me. Why?”

Mortification is all you can feel right now, “I wasn’t starring at you! And besides, I just felt bad that you got nailed in the stomach because you weren’t paying attention!” You all but stomp your foot. There’s no way he noticed you since he never has before. Which means War Chief Zeke must have pointed it out, which honestly might be worse than Colt noticing on his own.

“It was just a question. There’s no reason to get upset.”

“I’m not upset! And you’re being an idiot!” You know it wasn’t the best comeback, but you didn’t know what else to say. With that you turn around and fly down the hallway, ignoring Colt when he calls after you.

…

“She said she wasn’t starring at me.”

“Hmm?” Zeke doesn’t look up from the papers on his desk.

“Well, I tried to complete the test you assigned me yesterday, but she said she wasn’t staring at me, sir.”

Zeke looks up and studies Colt for a moment before sighing and leaning back in his chair, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. Colt feels a rock settle in his stomach. It’s the first time the War Chief has really asked anything of him aside from playing catch and he’s let him down. He’s going to be stripped of titan before he even gets it, and his family will be at risk, maybe even more so than before. Falco will have to become a warrior to save them now. That’s something he was hoping to avoid, but it could already be too late for Colt anyway.

Colt is broken from his thoughts when he realizes Zeke is laughing, “Sir?”

“Don’t tell me you outright asked her?”

“Well.” Colt trails off, “I figured a head on tactic would be most successful.”

Zeke laughs to himself, rising from his chair to open a window, “One of your highest marks was in tactical and strategic planning, but I guess that only applied to categories of war.” Zeke pulls a cigarette, “Have a seat, Colt.”

Colt sits as the War Chief rounds the desk, smoke clouds in his wake. “Do you know much of the person who possessed the Beast before me?” Zeke leans against the desk.

“Tom Ksaver, sir.”

“Yes. Tom helped me through some of the most difficult times in my life, was more of a father to me than Grisha ever was.” Zeke takes a long drag, “I’d like to help you that way in the years I have remaining.”

“Of course, sir. I’d truly appreciate it.” Colt nods.

“Well, let’s start with yesterday. How exactly did you figure out that she wasn’t staring?” Zeke has a smile on his face like he knows something Colt doesn’t. Which isn’t necessarily uncommon, but Colt feels like he’s missing something here he should know.

“Well, I had given her a tour of the barracks, and she was asking to examine the bruise on my side from playing catch and I asked why she was looking at me then anyway. As you pointed out, sir. And she told me she wasn’t.”

Zeke takes a last drag from his cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray, “Let me get this straight. The two of you were alone in your room?”

Colt’s eyes widen, “I’m sorry, sir. I should have asked for permission before bringing her in there.”

Zeke continues, not even acknowledging Colt’s apology, “And she was asking you to remove your shirt, which is when you decided was the best time to question her stares?”

“Yes.”

Zeke’s silence bares down on Colt, and he’s about to break the silence when Zeke let’s out a deep hearty laugh, “I’m assuming the years you’ve spent as a warrior candidate have had you focused on your training and nothing else.”

Colt nods, slightly confused, “Of course sir. I wanted to redeem my family’s sins against Marley.”

Zeke nods, understanding all too well, “And you’ve done it. The next inheritor of the Beast Titan. It’s safe to say the Grice family is in good standards.” Colt nods as Zeke continues, “And you’ll have plenty to learn now, and I’ll try my best to prepare you. Most will come on your own, long after I’m gone.” Zeke pauses to pick up the baseball that always sits on the edge of his desk. “Doesn’t mean now’s the time to slack off, but I’m sure a little excitement in your life could do you well.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“The brightest can truly be the densest.” Zeke mutters to himself, “If I were a betting man, I would say she has a schoolgirl crush on you.”

“What! Me?” Colt shouts.

“Who knows, might not be exactly schoolgirl either. I’m assuming you’re aware of the sexual innerworkings between individuals?”

Colt feels his face go red, this is not what he thought warrior training would entail.

“Colt. The second you were selected to inherit a titan, your life became a countdown. Don’t waste the moments you would regret.”

“I thought Warriors didn’t bother with things like that for the same reason exactly.”

Zeke hums, throwing his ball into the air a few times before placing it on the desk again, “Now that is something we can discuss at a later date. But as for now, I’d say take the day to make amends with your friend.”

“Are you sure, sir? I only just arrived.”

Zeke scoffs, “Please go.”

...

You barely had the energy to make it to the training grounds today. Laying in your bed all night replaying the Colt’s words in your head made sleep elusive. Not the typical thoughts of Colt that kept you up at night.

Never in your life had you been so embarrassed. Maybe you should drop out of the Warrior program all together. It’s not like you’ll ever inherit a titan anyway, and if you found a job in Liberio it would be easier to avoid Colt for the rest of your life.

Well, you suppose it would only to be about fifteen years of hiding, and then his term would come to an end anyway. The thought makes your stomach churn, and you wish it had never entered your brain in the first place.

The day drags on. When you’re finally free, you say quick goodbyes to your friends hoping to get home and crawl into your bed until you can erase the mortification from your consciousness.

But that’s going to be hard with Colt standing at the gates just like yesterday. Hoping to make yourself as small as possible you duck your head and try to hurry past without him noticing.

But your plan is unsuccessful when you hear your name being called behind you.

Stopping in your tracks you turn around, Colt just a step behind.

“Hey.” He says, “I wasn’t sure if you saw me back there.”

“Must have missed you.” You give a tight smile, “I’ll see you around though.”

Turning around you’ve decided you will be going home to curl up in a ball and die, but your hand is tugged back.

“I was hoping we could talk about yesterday.”

“What’s there to talk about?” You fight the heat building behind your cheeks.

“Well, I think I said some things that might have upset you, and I wanted to apologize.”

“You didn’t upset me. I just had remembered I needed to get home is all. Which is also where I need to be now. So, I’ll see you around Colt.”

“I was thinking we could go get that soda finally. I know I always say next time.” He gives you that lopsided grin when he knows he has someone caught, and you’re sure you’re actually going to go weak in the knees.

And a tiny part of you hates yourself for not being strong enough, “Okay.”

…

It’ll be sunset soon, and you know you should be getting home soon, but you’re laughing at Colt’s impression of Magath and you know these moments will be worth it even if you get shit from one of the gate guards.

“I am sorry if I upset you yesterday.” Colt says, abruptly.

You pause before answering, wishing Colt hadn’t brought this up again. “It’s okay. I might have overreacted anyway.”

He stares into your eyes, and you think he’s searching for something before looking back at the street in front of you two, sighing, “I’m just trying to do my best. And I feel like I’m falling behind, and that any second everyone will realize they should have picked someone else.”

You scoff, “Well that’s just wrong. You were basically the top of our class in every subject! I don’t think there was or will be anyone else who has dedicated so much time to the program.”

Colt doesn’t answer, eyes now at his hands, clearly lost in thought.

You nudge his shoulder, “You okay?”

“War Chief Zeke thinks you have a crush on me.”

You freeze, feeling your stomach dropped, “God! Do you believe everything he says?” You shout.

Colt jumps at your outburst, clearly not expecting it, “Wait!” He puts his hands out, like he was preparing for you to run away, “I didn’t mean it like that! I mean he did say that, but I was just wondering, I guess if you did?”

“What do you care anyway?” You fold your arms.

Colt groans, “I don’t know. War Chief Zeke basically told me to stop wasting my life and to figure it out.”

“So, do you want to know for yourself of because War Chief Zeke told you to?”

“Would it be bad if I said both?”

You roll your eyes and huff, “This is why you’ve never realized! You’ve always been so focused on inheriting a titan, that you never realized what was right in front of you!”

Colt frowns, “That’s not fair. You know why I’m doing this.”

You feel horrible for a second, “I didn’t mean it like that, Colt.” You whisper, sitting down again. You groan before dropping your head into your hands, “Everyone else has picked up on it. I’ve never even spoken to War Chief Zeke and he knows.” You meet his gaze, “I mean, am I that invisible?”

Colt opens and closes his mouth a few times, “I wouldn’t, I mean that’s not-” Colt trails off. “I’m clearly fucking this up.” He sighs, shoulders dropping.

You sit there in shame for having spilled your guts out and Colt can barely get a word out. Hiding for the rest of your life is starting to look better and better.

“I think you’re stunning.” You whip up your head, but Colt is still looking at his locked hands, “I think you’re intelligent, and so kind, and this amazing person.” He looks up at you, “I’m an idiot for ignoring that, and I want to try showing you how sorry I really am.”

“Oh.” You can barely whisper, mouth slightly parted.

Colt’s eyes flick between yours and your lips, “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nod, afraid to say anything that might break this moment. But your heart is thumping so loudly you’re sure he can hear it.

His head leans in towards you, and your eyes flutter close waiting for his lips to touch yours. Instead, you feel a sharp pain on your forehead.

“Ow!” Rubbing your forehead, you see Colt is doing the same.

“Shit.” He mutters to himself, he looks up, face redder than you ever thought possible, “Sorry I’m so helpless.”

“Colt.” You press a hand into his cheek, this time guiding your mouth to his. And you don’t close your eyes until your lips are firmly pressing against his. He isn’t moving against you, more like he’s shocked still.

Taking the lead, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He gasps at the feel of your tongue sliding against his lips, and you use the opportunity to slide it in.

This is about as far as you’ve gotten with anyone, so you aren’t quite sure what to do next. But Colt seems to have returned to the moment and has some intuition, because he meets your tongue in his mouth with his. Swiping his over yours several times that has a chill running down your spine.

You feel one of his hands grab at your thigh, pulling you closer while the other slides to cup your face. He continues wrestles your tongue with his and it’s making you a little dizzy. And suddenly you feel his teeth nip at your bottom lip that has you gasping a moan.

He pulls away, both of your chests heaving like you just ran laps around the training field.

“That was nice.” You say, cringing at how awkward you sound.

“Really nice.” He keeps fluttering his gaze between your eyes and lips like he wants to go back for more.

“So-” You trail off, not quite sure what to say.

“You know,” He starts, “It’s getting pretty dark out. You should probably just stay the night, that is if you want to?”

Your mouth drops slightly, “Yeah. Okay.” You give him a small smile.

His hand has moved from your thigh to grab your hand, and stands pulling you up along too, “Okay.”

You smile interlocking his fingers, “See? You’re not completely helpless.”

“What do you- oh. Oh.” Colt’s face flushes, “I didn’t mean it like that, I mean, unless you want to me to mean it like that.”

Squeezing his hand, you take a little pity on the boy, “Let’s just go.”

And now you’re sitting side by side on his bed, exchanging small kisses between giggles.

“Do you think this could be easier?” He asks between kisses.

You pull back, “What?”

“I mean, like if you sat in my lap, or something, I guess.” Colt trails off, embarrassed for even asking.

“Okay.” You push Colt to sit back further on his bed and straddle his hips, “Is this okay?”

Colt doesn’t answer. Can’t answer. He didn’t realize how warm you would feel in his lap, and how dim light from the single lamp would make your eyes seem more vibrant. But he does give a slight nod and you return your mouth to his.

Shifting slightly to reposition more comfortably, you feel his bulge brush against you. The sensation sends a tingle through you, so you try it again. Maybe a litter harder than last time because now Colt lets out a quick groan while bucking up into your body.

You gasp at his sudden movement, surprised that you elicited such a reaction.

Both of you pull back to look at each other. And there’s some unspoken communication happening between the two of you because he’s pulling you down on top of him and you’re reaching for the bottom of his shirt while he’s running his hands along you sides and kissing your neck.

After you get all his buttons undone, he pulls away for moment to tear of his shirt and pull the under one off over his head.

You sit back, feeling his hardness that seems to have grown press into your ass. You’d be more interested in exploring that, if you weren’t so memorized by all the skin Colt just exposed you to.

You flick your eyes up to Colt’s quickly, seeing he’s waiting for you to make the first move. So you begin your assault on his neck, running your tongue along his collar bone, biting at his skin that earns you a squeak.

Your hands have been tracing his stomach, scratching and rubbing at the hardened muscle. You continue to scoot further down his body, now straddling his thighs.

“Wait!” Colt straightens and grips your hand that was edging closer to his belt, “It’s just, I’ve never really done this before.”

You smile and shrug, “I figured, but I haven’t either.”

“No.” Colt says, his face grave, “Like I haven’t really even done things with myself, like that.” His cheeks are a dark pink and you can’t help but wonder what other parts of his body are flushed.

“Oh.” You straighten, realizing just what he meant, “So, you’ve never thought about things like this? Even at night?”

Colt flushes and grumbles, “Kind of hard when I shared a room with Falco.”

You smile, “That’s okay. I think I’ve thought about this enough for the both of us.” Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and then continuing to his neck, enjoying the small whines pouring from his lips, “I’ll take care of you.” You whisper into his shoulder, loving the shiver that dances across his body.

Pushing gently on Colt’s shoulder, he lays back onto his elbows, his gaze never leaving you as you scoot further down his body until your face to face with his groin.

You check once more with hands on his belt buckle. When you get a small nod, your fingers have never undone a belt so quickly. You pull at his pants and briefs, Colt helping by lifting his hips just enough to free himself.

And then you’re met with the glorious sight of his erect cock, already leaking from the slit. You can’t help but run your fingers along the shaft.

Colt lets out a sharp gasp, grabbing at you, unsure if he wants to push you away or ask you to do that again.

You never believed the others who said boys would react that easily, surely it took more than a few soft touches. But here’s Colt, looking at you like you’ve single handedly tilted the world on its axis with that single movement.

You sit up on your knees and Colt whines, but he quickly appreciates the action as you start to unbutton your own shirt, throwing it onto the pile of growing clothes on the floor.

You tentatively reach for his cock, a hand wrapping around the base, “You’ll tell me if I’m doing something wrong?”

“I’m pretty sure everything you do is going to be perfect.” Colt has his eyes on where your hand is grasping him. You smile at how transfixed he is. You lean down, still looking at his face waiting for him to make eye contact.

When he does you take the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue while still locked with his eyes.

Colt breaks first, throwing his head back, unable to feel and look at the same time.

You laugh slightly, sounding more muffled with your mouth full. You continue to suck, rotating your hand in tandem with your mouth. All while Colt moans helplessly.

“Wait, wait.” Colt gasps, his hands on the side of your head, gently pulling you back, “I don’t want to end it there.”

You smile coyly, “You want to fuck me, Colt?”

“I would, I mean, if that’s what you want to?” He’s still panting, looking quite the sight.

Nodding, you pull yourself up. And Colt reaches for you, kissing you deeply which surprises you because your mouth is filled with the taste of him.

His hands run up and down you side, squeezing you when he gets to your hips, “Are you going to take this off?”

“Okay.” Rolling off and onto your back, you shimmy out of your pants and throw them on the ground. You know Colt is staring at you. You feel a little shy under his gaze and avert your eyes to his clothing situation.

“Are you going to take yours off?”

“Shit.” He mutters, “Right.” Colt stands awkwardly pulling at his pants that makes you giggle and has Colt laughing with you.

When he’s completely naked, Colt joins you on the bed, capturing your lips. You feel his hardness pressing into your thigh with the way he’s straddling your leg. His kisses continue to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, and trails down your neck until he comes to your bra.

Looking at you for permission, you nod and watch as he pushes the fabric off your shoulder and does the same to the other side. You reach behind yourself to undo the clasp, shyly pulling it off. You’ve never been so bare in your entire life.

“You’re beautiful.” Colt breaths, a hand coming up to cup your breast. He pushes up to his knees, his thigh brushing against your covered center, and the friction makes you moan and roll your hips back against the hard muscle.

You meet each other’s eyes, both a little startled at the reaction. Colt recovers quicker than you, pressing kisses to the top of your breast, a hand still pulling and massaging the other.

He presses his weight further into you, the pressure sending jolts of lighting straight through you.

A cry leaves your mouth that you try to cover with your hand, biting into the flesh of your palm.

His hand slip further down your body until it’s dancing at the edge of your panties.

“Take them off.” You whisper, eyes fixed on the ceiling above you.

You notice Colt pause his movements and then after a beat hooks his fingers on either side, slowly pulling them down your legs. His hot breath fans over your stomach, thighs, until he’s sitting back on his heels between your legs.

His cock still painfully erect, but he’s focused on you, eyes flittering between yours and your newly displayed cunt. He places his hands on your thighs, rubbing them up and down, closer and closer to where you both want them to be.

Colt hesitates, “Will you show me what to do?”

You nod taking his hand and guiding it between your legs with your own. Placing your fingers over his, you guide him in a circular motion, “This feels the best.”

He watches the motion of both your hands. And you have to hold back a laugh because his face is so intense like he’s studying for an upcoming exam.

You remove your hand, allowing Colt to find his own rhythm.

He rubs a few circles before looking back at you for your reaction. But you don’t have to say anything because the heaving of your chest and hand grasping at the sheets is all the answer he needs.

Colt continues rubbing you while returning his mouth to one of your breasts.

You can hardly breath with the way his fingers are pulsing at your nerves and his warm tongue sloppily flicking your nipple. You gasp when you feel a slight pinch that must have been teeth and cry out, “Fingers!” Colt’s face jumps up with confusion written across it, but he doesn’t stop his movements which makes it hard for you to explain, “You fingers. Put them in.” You’re rotating your hips in tandem with his hand, thrusting wishing for something to fill you up.

Colt must understand because a second later you feel a finger rubbing your opening. You’re about to complain again when Colt decides to take mercy and pushes one inside.

It’s all over for you there. The sudden stretching paired with his constant movements on your clit and warm body pressed into you, it sends you over the edge. Colt doesn’t stop though, lost in the look on your face. He couldn’t bear to move his eyes right now, not when you’re crying out like that because of him.

He can feel you pulsing around his fingers even though he’s barely moved them.

You cry out, trying to lock your legs together, but his body stops you from barely being able to move them, and you have to grip his wrist to rip his hand off of you, the stimulation being too much.

Panting heavily, you feel Colt withdraw his finger, and you whine at the loss. But then you see Colt sucking the finger into his mouth, wet with your slick. You almost cum again at the sight.

“Can I do what you did for me?”

You smile at his eagerness, “Maybe later? Right now, I really want you in me.”

His eyes widen at your boldness, “Oh, okay. Umm, how do you want to do it?”

Sitting up you grab his cheek for a kiss, the taste of yourself filling your senses. Gently pushing his shoulder, Colt lays down giving you the opportunity to swing a leg over his hip, “Is this okay?”

“More than okay.”

You smile before slowly grinding your slit along his cock. The feel of your slick coating him has Colt gasping for air. Reaching between the two of you, you grasp his cock, holding it as you line yourself up.

You slowly lower yourself on to the tip of his cock. The stretch burns more than you thought it would, and immediately pause the movement.

Colt freezes, going rigid under you that causes a pulse in your cunt, “Are you okay?”

It’s hard to find the words to explain the pain but also the pleasure and desire to go harder “You feel so big, Colt.” 

“Oh.” He blushes, which earns a giggle from you. And it’s a slow process after, only taking a little bit of him in at a time.

Colt can barely utter a word, too transfixed on all of you. From your wide eyes to tits in his face and cunt slowly sucking in his cock. He has to clench his eyes to avoid ending this all too soon.

You exhale sharply when he finally bottom’s out, his cock is splitting you in half. And he looks so sweet under you, so you can’t help but to caress the side of his face, fingers dancing along his cheek, “You’re doing so good.”

His jaw is dropped and digs his hands into the flesh of your hips to ground himself. “Please.” He whines, “Please move.”

“You have to be quiet for me baby.” You slowly rise on your knees, hands planted on his chest for balance, before slamming down harder than you meant to, both of you letting out a groan, his louder than yours. You lean down and let your lips brush over his ear, “Unless you want the other warriors to hear us?”

Colt’s eyes snap open and search yours frantically. It’s clear the thought turns him on if the twitching of his cock is anything to go by.

You hum as you rock forward, “Want everyone to know how good you’re giving it to me right now? On your first try and you already have me creaming all over your cock.”

Colt doesn’t answer, can’t answer. Captivated with sight of his cock repeatedly disappearing into your cunt, sucking him in over and over and over.

You use your free hands to pull at your nipples, twisting the sensitive nubs.

“Please.” He mutters, eyes screwing shut, “I think I’m going to cum.”

“Not yet baby.” You tilt your head back, you’re almost there, and it feels amazing. You can’t believe you’re actually going to cum with Colt’s cock inside you. All the nights pretending it was your fingers could never match up to this.

“Slow down.” Colt holds your hips tighter, trying to change your movements, “You have to slow down.”

“Just a little bit longer.” You take his hands and hold them above his head, “Can you be good for me just a little bit longer?” Colt’s eyes are wide on yours as he gives a slight nod. You smile leaning down to capture his lips, tongue sliding along his. He groans into your mouth and you know you’re getting him closer and closer to his edge. And it really isn’t your fault when you clench around his cock, earning a strangled gasp he’s barely able to choke out.

The world shifts suddenly as you’re flipped onto your back with a squeak leaving your mouth.

Colt pulls out to stand on his knees before wrapping his hands into your thighs hard enough that it’ll surely bruise and buries himself back into the hilt, knocking the air out of you.

“I. Told. You. To. Slow. Down.” He punctuates every word with a hard thrust that has you seeing stars.

“Colt, please!” You cry, reaching for him to pull him into a kiss but he only grabs your hand, trapping it between his and the bed, getting a little more leverage as he continues to pound into you.

Colt doesn’t say much, focusing on holding off his impeding orgasm until he can get you there. He hitches your leg higher around his waist, giving it an almost stinging slap, but you get the message and wrap both your legs around him, locking your ankles.

He slides his hand downward until he reaches the bundle of nerves you showed him earlier, and presses begins pressing tight circles into it.

“Yes, yes!” You begin to pant, your legs starting to shake from the pressure building, “Don’t stop!” Suddenly you tense up, legs locking in place and eyes rolling into the back of your head. You feel Colt work you through the orgasm, stroking that spot inside you again and again that you swear makes you cum for a third time that night.

Going limp, you let your legs fall to the bed and head lull to the side. Colt’s thrust become more erratic before he pulls out, pumping his cock once, twice, and spills out. Warm ropes hit you stomach and breasts. You don’t even have time to think about it before Colt is collapsing on top of you, harshly panting into your neck.

You both lay there, sweat cooling on your skin that makes you shiver slightly.

“That was,” Colt trails off, still trying to piece his brain back together. It makes you smile to see him so off kilter for once.

Bringing your hands up to his jaw, you pull him back slightly, “Yeah, it was.” And press your lips to his, not really kissing since you’re both smiling too much.

And that smile stays on Colt’s face all through the night and next morning as he walks you back to the training grounds. Only widening after you press a kiss to his lips before quickly ducking into the building.

“So, you worked things out with your friend?” Colt looks up to see War Chief Zeke behind him smoking a cigarette, and Colt can’t help but blush at the fact Zeke might have just witnessed your goodbye, “No need to be flustered.” Zeke drops his cigarette on the ground, stomping out the embers, before tossing the extra catcher’s mitt into Colt’s hands, “Nowhere near as graphic as what we all had to endure last night.”

And only then is when Colt’s smile finally falls.

But maybe you can get it back later tonight.

[connieslover]

wounded soul | part one.

༄ؘ marleyan nurse! reader , season 4 eren

༄ؘ fluff

part two : https://connieslover.tumblr.com/post/646834471134429184/wounded-soul-part-two

✧˖*°࿐ you work as a nurse in a hospital and you’re assigned to take care of an oddly mysterious and suspicious man.

the sound of your alarm clock ringing violently woke you up from your deep and peaceful slumber. groaning, you reached your arm out and hit your alarm clock, making it shut up. your eyelids remained closed as you pulled the warm blanket closer to your body. you wanted to lay in your bed forever.

your eyes finally fluttered open. you stretched your arms and lifted your body up. yawning, you grabbed your alarm clock to check the time. with wide eyes you jumped out of your bed. 

you were late, for the third time of the week. 

well, who couldn’t blame you for sleeping in? marley had just won the mid-east war after four long years. it was a night for you, your family and friends to rejoice in victory. 

you ran into the hospital, ignoring the stares of the staffs and patients as you eagerly searched for your co-worker.

“oi y/n! there you are,” you heard your co-worker call out, “late again huh?”

the figure who eyed you watched as your nestled messy hair moved along with the wind as you ran. he looked at your nursing uniform that was so obviously threw on last minute as a few of the buttons were still unbuttoned. 

‘people here really don’t take their jobs seriously’

“tch, as if you weren’t partying last night too,” you snickered. you sent him a glare before taking a check board from his hands. your eyes surveyed the soldiers who were standing in a line. 

“whatever. anyways, these are soldiers who are facing psychological problems due to the war. i already checked every patient’s details. you’re assigned to kruger,” he pointed to the long brown haired male with a bandaged eye who had a crutch under his arm which supported his body as he was missing half a left leg.

“i don’t know about you but he looks homeless to me,” he leaned in to whisper to you.

you rolled your eyes before looking through the medical details of kruger on your board.

“poor thing. he must’ve really suffered during the war,” you sighed, feeling empathetic for him. you walked over to the male with a soft smile on your face,

“hello kruger, i’m y/n. from today onwards, i’ll be your nurse. if you need anything, feel free to call me,” 

the male only stared at you in silence. asides from his towering height, his dull emerald eyes seemed to bore into your soul, intimidating you. 

“w-well i’ll bring you into your room,” you cleared your throat, breaking the eye contact. you lead the patient into the hospital and into a monotonous room where there was only a window, curtains and a hospital bed.

you placed his arm around your shoulders and gently guided him into the bed, helping him sit down. 

“i’ll start checking on your vitals,” you announced. after a temperature measure, reading his pulse and checking his blood pressure, you could deem that he was fine.

“okay, it seem’s that you’re all good, kruger,” you beamed, placing your check board on the desk beside his bed. kruger solemnly nodded before leaning his head against the board of the bed, staring at the ceiling.

intrigued about the war, you hesitated to ask kruger your question. he was a psychological patient and you didn’t want to make matters worse for the poor soul. but curiosity ate you up. 

“kruger, do you mind if i ask you a question about the war...?” you asked with great caution. kruger’s facial features remained stoic as he stared at you. 

“i understand if you don’t want to talk about it though! i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have asked,” you spluttered, waving your hand around frantically.

“the war was hell. i never imagined that humanity’s greatest enemy is humanity itself. titan’s were flying everywhere. it was a repulsive sight.” that was the first time you had heard his voice. it was deep and raspy, with a hint of torment hiding somewhere. his voice sounded like a violin with broken and old strings. 

your facial expression contorted into pity, mixed with slight fear.

“you must’ve went through a lot kruger. i sincerely thank you for fighting for marley,” all of a sudden, you had a jolt of enthusiasm coursing through your body,  “i will do my best to take care of you!”

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“so....how was kruger?” your co-worker sneaked up behind you, giving you a startle. 

“oh my god, don’t scare me like that!” you scolded, hitting him lightly on his shoulders.

he only chuckled before repeating his question, “so are you going to tell me how kruger was or ?”

“he seems very...closed off. he doesn’t answer a lot of my questions. i don’t know what else i can say about that. the war must’ve traumatised him really badly,” you sighed, crossing your arms on your chest.

“and he was only fifteen when he enlisted,” added your co-worker. he checked his wrist watch and patted your shoulder, “i gotta go now, see you later y/n.” you nodded and bid him goodbye.

“well, i guess i should be looking for kruger,” you mumbled.

after jogging around the corridors of the hospital, inquiring about the whereabouts of kruger to your other co-workers, you finally spotted him. he was sitting outside on a bench, accompanied by a familiar light brown haired boy. your eyes gleamed in joy.

“falco?” 

falco’s eyes widened once he caught sight of you, tears gathered in his hazel eyes. he jumped out of his spot and wrapped his hands around your waist, nuzzling his head against your chest. you laughed before ruffling his short hair. 

“i haven’t seen you in so long falco. i worried every single day, praying for you and the rest to come back to marley safely. well, i knew that you warrior candidates would make it back safely but still... im thankful that you made it back,” you smiled, breaking off the hug to wipe away the tears on his face with your thumbs. you felt an immense amount of relief and joy when you stared at falco.

although he wasn’t your blood relative, you treated him and the other warrior candidates as your younger siblings and they treated you like you were their older sister.

“i told you we’d make it back alive,” he chirped, lips forming into a smile. 

“you made marley proud,” you ruffled his hair once again. your eyes then darted to kruger who had been watching the two of you the whole time. “so, i see that you’ve made a friend,”

“mr.kruger here has been giving my encouraging words- oh, speaking of words i have to deliver a letter he wrote. i’ll see you soon y/n!” with a letter in his hand and the other waving at you, falco was off running to the post. a small smile made it’s way to your face. you sat down on the bench, beside kruger.

“you seem to get along well with falco. how did you two meet?” you asked.

“he helped me the other day. it’s good that we get along well,” he simply responded, looking into the direction falco ran.

“his uncle was one of the ringleaders of the eldian restoration movement. the restorationists and all their families were sent to paradis. falco and his brother aspired to become warriors to protect their family. and now that his brother will be inheriting the beast titan, their family will be safe,” you started, “i’m so proud of falco for becoming a warrior candidate. im hoping that he’ll inherit a titan too,”

“why are you telling me this?” kruger could only question.

"don’t ask him to send letters for you, they might get suspicious. so instead, i’ll deliver your letters from now on,” you said. kruger only nodded to your words.

an awkward silence engulfed the two of you.

remembering something, you excitedly jumped on your feet, “kruger, let me bring you somewhere,”

the male rose a brow, “where?”

“you’ll see,” you grinned, helping him stand up. the walk to your secret place was silent well, asides from your occasional humming. 

“we’re here!” 

the two of you arrived at a small hill. there was a garden of astonishing flowers that were spread on the green grass. furthermore, from where the two of you were standing, you could see the blue sky, accompanied by the ocean. the view here was breathtaking. you spotted your blanket you hung from a tree and grabbed it, placing it on the grass.

“come sit,” and kruger did as he was told. kruger sat in the space next to you. you brought your knees to your chest as you admired the scenery. there was a gentle breeze in the air. you could hear the chatters of the citizens, along with the sound of the cars on the roads and some birds chirping. 

surprisingly, it was kruger who broke the silence. 

“after the festival, i’m going to go back home,”

“oh, i see. your family must be worried about you,” 

“so, how are your family like back home?”

you swore you saw kruger’s eye twitch for a second. pain sprawled on his face and disappeared quickly like lightning. 

“my parents are dead,” he stated emotionlessly. your mouth flew open.

“i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have asked,” you apologised, cursing to yourself in your head.

“it’s alright... i have a half-sister who always followed me around and a childhood friend who does the same. i guess they are my family now...” you gazed upon kruger. although his emerald eyes had a dullness to them, you couldn’t ignore the sadness that often glinted. 

“that’s nice. i haven’t seen my own family in a while...but it’s okay since i have falco... and the rest,” you slowly laid down on your blanket, crossing your arms behind your head which acted as a cushion. “we’re both people with broken families huh?”

“yeah...”

you were too occupied at staring at the sky to notice kruger who was staring at your resting state.

 he was eager to hear your thoughts.

“say...what do you think about the devils of paradis?”

you were silent for a couple of seconds before you spoke, “well, everyone says that only devils live on that island. devils who turned our world into hell and selfishly made their own utopia. ‘we eldians have devoted our lives as we atone for the unspeakable history we brought to marley. because we are virtuous eldians,’. virtuous eldian’s my ass.” 

“no one deserves the fate of turning into a mindless titan. after all, at the end of the day, no matter who we are, we’re all just humans right? i bet there are kind people on paradis too. not just devils. we can’t just judge a race we don’t have a lot of knowledge about. actually, we shouldn’t even judge a person based on their race. so i’d like to believe that the people on paradis aren’t devils,” you finished speaking. 

kruger could pick up the sincerity in your voice as you spoke. he was moved and speechless. he had never met someone who had the same ideology as you; that there was a chance that people on paradis weren’t devils. and that everyone was one and the same.

you had earned his respect.

'she’ll get along well with armin,’

“what about you?” 

flustered by your question, kruger cleared his throat, “i don’t think they are devils too,”

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days passed with you continuously doing the regular routine of checking kruger’s vitals, sending his letters, you sharing your own stories and bringing falco to talk to him. 

you didn’t know how but visiting kruger’s hospital room became something you looked forward to doing everyday. it was something about his mysterious aura that made you interested in him. 

and you visiting him was something the man himself enjoyed. surprisingly. your radiant and cheerful energy could lighten up any dim lit room so easily. you were the only good thing here in marley. 

the two of you were walking around the outdoors of the hospital as ‘physical activity’ was something kruger lacked. 

“and then after the party, my friend reiner started throwing up everywhere so badly he couldn’t get out of his bed the next day. and guess what? when he woke up, the first thing he did was vomit. on me!” you rambled about your story of reiner throwing up, your hands moving animatedly as you talked. 

something about you that kruger brought himself to like was the fact that you were so talkative and extroverted. and the way you spoke with your hands. it was cute. at this point, kruger wasn’t even paying to the words you said, and instead he was just staring at you. with an unexplainable feeling and admiration. 

whilst you were busily telling your story, you felt a person bumping into you harshly, causing you to lose balance and toppling yourself onto the floor. you felt a sharp pain on your tailbone and you mumbled an ouch before opening your eyes.

falco bent down in front of you, a sheepish look on his face. your cross face immediately disappeared.

“sorry y/n, i guess i was too excited,” he apologised, picking up the sheets of paper that were once in your hands and now on the floor. 

“it’s alright falco,” you pulled yourself from the ground and dusted your uniform before redeeming the files from falco. kruger peered at the sheets of papers in your arms, interested.

“what are those?” he asked.

“those are y/n’s secret works,” whispered falco to the taller man. you shot falco a ‘why did you say that look?’ before hiding the files behind your back.

kruger raised a brow at you, “secret experiments?”

your mind came into a blur as you tried to give an excuse.

“secret works? w-who said that? falco was just joking. after all im just a nurse...i’m way too busy for secrets. falco, tell kruger you were joking,” you gave a fake chuckle and nudged the boy’s side. falco simply blinked before understanding what you were doing.

“oh yeah i was just joking kruger. y/n would never experiment on anything. she’s too clumsy!” the both of you shared an obviously fake laughter. 

kruger was not fazed. his eyes just stared at you. intimidated by his looks you gave a sigh and signalled him to follow you. falco gave kruger an excited look, before trailing behind you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

you had lead the two into the entrance of a locked experimental lab which was in the most deserted floor and area of the hospital. grabbing the keys out of your pocket, you unlocked the door knob, then pushing the doors open.

“welcome to my little lab,”

the lab was dimly lit and slightly dusty. there was a slight aroma of stinging chemicals that filled the air. on the tables laid test tubes, conical flasks, microscopes- basically any chemical laboratory equipments that has ever existed. kruger’s eyes moved to the shelves that had bottles of unknown substances.

“so, do you mind telling me what your secret works is all about?” questioned kruger. 

you placed the sheets of papers in your hand on one of the nearby tables and sprawled it out. kruger took it as a sign to move closer to where you were. on each sheet of paper there were complex formulas, messy handwriting and sketches of titans. kruger picked one of the sheets and read the bolded handwriting out loud,

“fast regen number four,”

“my mother was a scientist and my father was a doctor. with the existence of titans, naturally, they were both intrigued. and as i grew up, i became fascinated in titans too. i wanted to become a scientist so that i could discover more about titans but...that sort of job doesn’t exist here in marley. and so, i just decided to become a nurse,” you explained your upbringing and interest in titans.

“y/n couldn’t give up on her fascination with titans though. and so~ she started playing around with zeke’s spinal fluid and started creating weird serums and stuff,” chimed in falco. you puffed your cheeks with air in embarrassment. 

“i wasn’t playing around falco, i was experimenting!”

"are the serums in that shelf?” kruger asked, pointing to the dusty shelf.

“yup,” you grabbed one of the serum bottles from the shelves, “i’m currently developing a tonic that speeds up the regeneration for shifter titans. it could be handy for when they’re in war,” 

“what else have you been thinking of developing?”

“you’re one curious fella aren’t you?” you chuckled.

“so far only the faster regeneration tonic and stimulants that can make a titan’s power stronger for a period of time,” you answered showing kruger a sheet of paper that had a messily written recipe.

“hange would go crazy if she saw this,” kruger muttered, just loud enough so that you could hear.

“hange?”

“she’s an old friend of mine,”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

today was a busy day in the hospital. it was much more busier than usual. although your body was aching and that you were very desperate to go back home to sleep in your comfortable bed, you still had to check up on kruger.

you entered his hospital room, flabbergasted that he wasn’t sitting on his bed, waiting for you like usual. 

slightly panicked, you ran to your co-worker, asking him if he knew about the whereabouts of kruger.

“kruger? i saw him leave the hospital a while ago....”

you immediately ran outside the hospital, eyes surveying the perimeter. you didn’t see the familiar long browned hair male. 

there was only one place left you could think of,

your secret place.

you practically panted when you arrived. it was as if you had just ran a 1500m marathon. you didn’t know why you were so eager to look for him. wiping the sweat off your forehead, you looked up and there he was. you felt like every fibre of your body wasn’t aching anymore when you saw his figure.

relieved that you found him, you quietly sat down beside him. 

“you gave me a scare. i thought you had ran away,” you chuckled, then laying down onto the blanket. you closed your eyes, your chest heaving up and down.

“freedom.” was all he said. you remained quiet, allowing him to continue.

“the only thing i want is freedom. for me, and the people in my hometown. i’ll do anything it takes...to acquire that freedom for them,” kruger’s emerald eyes gazed upon the horizon. the hues of orange and red from the sunset reflected in his eyes.

“what do you think is freedom, y/n?”

“freedom feels unreachable but the closest thing to freedom for me is being with you. i don’t know how to explain it but being with you feels like this. a cool breeze, relaxing with no worries and-” a warmth infusing on your cheeks made you stop talking. you realised that if you were to go on, you might spill something that you wanted to keep for yourself. 

“what were you saying?”

the sound of the branches and honking of cars were the only things he heard. he turned his head, facial expressions softening when he saw your sleeping figure. your eyes were closed, displaying your lashes that rested on your cheeks nicely. your lips were slightly parted as you breathed. the pink on your cheeks were faint but still visible. you looked composed and peaceful. 

the male scooted closer to you and placed your head on his lap.

kruger didn’t know what brought him to do it.

with slight hesitance, he grazed his fingers on your messy hair. he caressed your hair with such fondness and gentleness that it reminded him of when his mother used to caress him as a child.

you were a kind soul. anyone could tell. kruger found himself adoring at the way you spoke with sincerity whenever you talked about a subject you were interested in, with your eyes lighting up like the stars in the sky. how you took great care for the one’s who were injured, how you had such strong beliefs, how you didn’t care about the whole history of eldian’s and especially, how he felt like when he was with you.

he hasn’t felt this way with anyone before.

though he inherited visions of the future from his titan powers, he didn’t inherit any emotions from them. they were all new. he wondered if this is what he was supposed to feel.

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kruger stared out of his window, looking at the sky as the clouds moved. he only had a few days left before the festival. a few days left before he would be going back to his hometown. in his period of time in marley, he never expected that he would get personally attached to a person. 

a person who he had to often remind himself was one of his enemies. 

his thoughts were cut off when he heard your voice,

“good morning kruger! you can’t guess what happened to-”

you were so ecstatic to see the male that you had tripped on your own feet, making you fall onto the ground with a thump. with a bruising forehead, you heaved your body upwards, wincing at the pain.

you felt yourself getting embarrassed until you heard a chuckle escape kruger’s lips. his lips were turned upwards and the corner of his eye’s had crinkled slightly.

you saw his soul in his smile.

and it was a soul that was wounded but pure and beautiful.

this was the first time that you had heard him laugh and smile. and it was a delight.

you didn’t know if your heart was racing because you felt embarrassed, or how over the moon you were over the fact that you had finally made him smile or over how good-looking he was. 

“how dare you laugh at me,” you shot him a glare.

kruger stood from the bed, hopping over to where you were. he reached out his hand, offering to help you up. your hand reached to hold his and you pulled yourself up from the ground. his hands were large and coarse. you could see a mark on his hand that was ever so faint. holding his hands made your heart stir.

“i haven’t laughed in a while,” kruger confessed, his lips slowly returning back to it’s neutral frown.

“well, i’m happy that i made you smile,”

you then realised that you were still holding onto his hand. you felt your ears warm and you quickly let go of his hand. you shifted your eyes to the walls of the room, glancing everywhere but at him.

“s-sorry. you’ll be leaving tomorrow right?” you stammered, wanting to change the conversation. 

kruger didn’t respond to your question and instead said, “let’s go for a walk.”

the two of you were walking next to each other, admiring the silence between the two of you. 

“you’re the first person i have ever brought to my secret place,” you hummed. your feet stopped. you then turned to face kruger,

“i never knew that i could ever befriend a patient. thank you, kruger.” 

your eyes sparkled when you smiled at him. it felt as if a ray of sunshine was all over your face. you radiated such brightness and warmth that it took everything in him to not break down. 

kruger felt like the world was a better place when you smiled. he had the urge to protect the smile that you had shown him. 

but he knew that your smile wouldn’t last. 

“actually, my name is eren,”

you blinked twice.

“eren?” you repeated, letting his real name roll off your tongue. the male nodded.

“eren...is a nice name,”

“i hope to see you again in the future, y/n,” and with that, the two of you remained silent. 

[zekesexual]

the wind’s goodbye - zeke one shot

summary: this was requested! reader is a warrior about to be sent to paradis with the younger warriors. zeke comes to talk to reader the night before the warriors have to leave for paradis. hope y’all enjoy

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you leaned against the edge of the wooden railing of the dock that extended pasts the marley shores. you looked out at the sky, shifting your position every once in a while - which prompted the aged and peeling wood of the railing to whine out a high pitched croak.

the wind made it’s next of several visits again, carrying your hair out into the air, and letting it face the pale blue sky that was dotted with clouds that just started to settle in.

your hair slowly settled back down, and a reluctant sigh escaped your lips as you dumped all of your thoughts out into the marley sea.

but no matter how long you thought about it, you couldn’t wrap your head around the idea of going to paradis. your marleyan teacher called it the island of devils, a place where unhealed eldians roam.

in a way you wanted to be happy. years of training and you could finally call yourself an honorary marleyan. a warrior.

but the more you thought about it, the less it made sense. this never ending battle against peace was something that always made your head spin. the amount of hours you spent thinking about the people back on paradis made you crazy.

before you could venture down a familiar void of thoughts, a fond voice interrupted you.

“i’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

you didn’t have to turn around to know who’s voice it was. the old wood of the dock’s floor creaked with each step that zeke took closer to you until his feet finally rested in a position right next to yours.

zeke leaned against the railing and placed his head in his hands, mimicking your position.

you looked over at him for just a few seconds, analyzing his face. his hair was the way it had always been for the years that you knew him. split into a middle part with golden strands that ended right above his ears. you watched the strands move up slightly as the wind carried them out of his face.

“the weather’s nice, right?” he looked over at you.

you didn’t answer. instead turning your head back to its original position, staring off at the sky.

he looked away after a few seconds of silence, “we were looking everywhere for you. the captains wanted to do a special dinner before we sent you guys out.”

you stayed silent again while you watched the sky’s pale blue slowly turn into a mix of peach and yellow as the sun began to sink into the horizon.

zeke spoke again, “did you see the new candidates? they’re all so small, i can’t believe we used to be that tiny.” the sound of his voice echoed through your head.

“why are you here zeke?” you asked.

he stayed silent for a few moments, letting the next gush of wind make it’s course through the shore.

“you’re leaving tomorrow. i feel like we haven’t talked in forever.”

“what is there to talk about?” you muttered.

zeke ignored your question to ask another one of his own. “how long do you think you guys will be gone?”

“dunno,” you sighed, “could be forever.”

you both stood in each others silence for several minutes, watching the sky fully transform into vibrant hues of pink, orange and yellow.

“don’t die, okay?” zeke finally mutteted, still holding his eyes on the sunset, “come back safe.”

zeke had gradually grown more cold hearted as the two of you grew up. more centered around reality and logistics, and philosophy and all that smart people stuff. it wasn’t really like him to make rash suggestions such as ordering you to stay alive.

“okay,” you responded, not really knowing what else to say.

you could feel his eyes burning through the side of your head.

“that doesn’t sound very promising.” he stated.

“i can’t promise my survival, zeke.” you said in a somewhat harsh tone. he could tell that you were holding back tears by the shakiness of your voice.

zeke stepped closer to you, his entire body facing you instead of just his head this time.

“live. and come back to tell me stories about what it was like there.” the calmness of his voice contrasted the sharpness that yours had just minutes ago.

when you turned your head towards him he was only a couple inches away. the sky had turned his face a light shade of orange. you blinked, letting a single tear roll down your cheek.

“promise me.” he said in a whisper, just loud enough that only you could hear it.

he studied your face as if he was trying to memorize your features.

so much has changed between the two of you since you first met. you felt like you had matured past the silly crush you used to have on him, but your heart couldn’t help skip a beat when you noticed how close he was to you.

“i promise” your eyes met his and then quickly darted off to the distance, trying not to keep eye contact with him for too long.

his hand made its way to your cheek, wiping away the tear that rested there. another rush of wind carried itself through the both of you, having your hair float up and face that sky that was now a bright orange.

he took another step closer to you, his eyes still fixated on yours, and his thumb rubbing small circles into your cheek.

and before zeke could close the space between the two of you, the wind carried his lips into yours.

[asciendo]

Confrontation

 Make it Right Series Chapter 17

Jean was the cocky bastard that walked around like he owned the place. Y/N couldn’t stand him so when the time came that you were his sparring partner, you couldn’t wait to teach him a lesson.

Little did the both of you know, that sparring match would be the start of your unexpected relationship with Jean Kirschtein, that will change your life, and the rest of the Scout Regiment forever.

Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10/Chapter 11/Chapter 12/Chapter 13/Chapter 14/Chapter 15/Chapter 16/Chapter 18/Chapter 19/Chapter 20/Chapter 21

Tag list:  @empty-glass-full-of-emotion @dai-tsukki-desu @usernamehere91@princess-peaches1 @thestrugglesofateenagedirtbag

Timeline is different from the anime! For the next few chapters the story is mostly stand alone from the anime but of course will have some scenes from the show!

As Eren begins to wake up, the Scouts attempt to slow the Armored Titan. Ymir keeps them away until Mikasa arrives, going for a killing blow against Bertholdt. Reiner shields Bertholdt within the Armored Titan's hands and Mikasa breaks her blades trying to get him, giving him a death glare.

Ymir swings at Mikasa and she, prepared to kill Ymir, turns her attention towards her until Historia comes between them, claiming that Ymir is being forced to join Reiner and Bertholdt. Mikasa shows no sympathy, stating that she will kill Ymir if the two prevent her from rescuing Eren. Listening to Historia's pleas, Ymir no longer interferes.

The rest of land on Reiner as well as Mikasa continues to glare at Bertholdt. "BERTHOLDT! Are you really doing this?" Jean's voice rings in your ears. The sound of his voice was a mix of anger and sadness. Looking up at him, despite claiming that he hated him, there was sense of disbelief in Jean's voice.

"Come on...we-we trained together for three years...were you pretending the whole time." Connie yells and you could see the sadness in his voice as well.

"We'd always make fun of your sleeping positions..."Jean begins. "YOU TOLD ME WE'D GROW OLD AND DRINK TOGETHER!" Connie yells at Bertholdt who is shaking and covering his face, but he doesn't break.

"Bertholdt..." at the sound of your voice, Berhtoldt finally looks up. His eyes are filled with tears and he shivers as he looks at you. "B-bertholdt—" you attempt to move closer to him but Jean holds you in your place. You look up at Jean and he has his arm in front of you, as if to protect you from Bertholdt.

"Was everything a lie? Y-you told me a lot of things, I told you everything. W-we spent hours talking—" your voice broke as tears began to stream down your face. "UGH!" Jean curses at the sight of you almost trembling in front of Bertholdt.

"BERTHOLDT! COME OUT NOW!" Jean's composure quickly changes as he begins to attempt to get Bertholdt out.

Out of nowhere, Berhtoldt breaks.

"I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS!" he begins screaming causing all of you to freeze. "I NEVER WANTED TO DO ANY OF IT."

"D-despite this. WE SAW YOU AS COMRADES. WE NEVER WANTED TO DO THIS TO YOU!"

"THEN WHY?!" Jean shouts but before he could continue, Mikasa pushes him away.

"The GIVE US EREN." Mikasa commands but Bertholdt shakes his head. "I-I can't do that...Y/N...I-it wasn't a lie—"

"YOU DON'T GET TO TALK TO HER!" Jean's says through gritted teeth. "NO. I need to hear this."

"I-it wasn't a lie..the things I told you...were real...everything. I never told anyone what you told me...not even Reiner...believe me." Bertholdt was sobbing, and your heart ached. You considered him to be your best friend and also cursed yourself for not realizing he was the spy sooner.

Before you could respond, Hannes interrupts their conversation, warning them of an incoming attack from the front. Erwin and the soldiers, luring a horde of Titans, are heading straight for Reiner.

As the recruits remount their horses, the soldiers disperse at Erwin's orders and the Titans approach Reiner. Bracing for impact, the Armored Titan charges into the horde. Ymir and Historia escape as Reiner is swarmed by Titans, unable to move. Commander Erwin immediately rallies the troops for a final charge, urging them to dedicate their hearts and rescue Eren at all costs. The Military Police do not follow, though their leader is soon caught and eaten by a Titan. Overwhelmed by the horde holding him down, Reiner begins to shove the Titans aside to create an opening, exposing Bertholdt and Eren in the process. Erwin draws his sword and announces an advance, but his arm is caught by a Titan. As the Titan carries Erwin away, he continues to order the Scouts to advance and rescue Eren.

"We need to distract Bertholdt." Armin whispers to you. "Annie." Armin looks at you in surprise. "Mention Annie." You sigh in defeat. You never thought you'd betray Berhtoldt like this but you had no choice as he wasn't giving up Eren.

Armin approaches Bertholdt, wondering to himself what he must sacrifice to resolve the situation. Recalling Bertholdt's affection for Annie, Armin formulates a cruel bluff. He asks the Warriors if they are willing to abandon Annie, who he claims has been taken to Utopia District in the far north to be tortured. He pries further, claiming that Annie is enduring every kind of suffering imaginable since her capture. Bertholdt snaps, calling Armin a "spawn of the devil," but when he is exposed Eren's bonds are cut loose when Erwin, missing his arm, delivers a strike to Bertholdt's chest.

When Eren is rescued, the Scouts immediately retreat. Historia kills a Titan overpowering Ymir's, and Connie catches her in their retreat. As Ymir follows, Historia urges him to let her go, saying that she and Ymir must go with Reiner and Bertholdt for Ymir's sake. Sasha believes that Ymir must be lying, and Connie agrees, saying that Ymir has only ever acted when Historia's safety was at risk.

Suddenly, a Titan soaring overhead crashes ahead of the Scouts. In the distance, Reiner throws Titans at the soldiers in a last resort attack, and Eren and Mikasa are dismounted in the chaos. Mikasa attempts to stand, but her injury is worsened from the sudden attack.

It all went downhill after that, as Reiner continued to throw titans, Hannes was killed. You and Jean did your best to save him but, something strange happened.

As Eren's hand finally heals, he lets out a scream as he swings his fist into the hand of the smiling Titan. Suddenly, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Ymir feel a surge of power emanating. As Eren screams, a newfound power comes forth and a Titan tackles the smiling Titan. The other Titans nearby redirect their attention from the Scouts to the smiling Titan, charging and swarming it before tearing its body to pieces.

You all stare frozen at what just happened, and at that moment Jean looked at you and wondered if he could save you from all of this.

[bookswitchcraftandcats]

Rainy Days (Part 1 of 4)

Link to AO3 --- Part 2

Summary: Emma and Julian are in charge of the London Institute for a week and find a box that once belonged to Cordelia Carstairs and contains poems written to her by James Herondale. The story switches between Emma and Julian and oneshots about things that happened in Jordelia's life to inspire the poems.

Sorry if the formatting for the poems is messed up, I tried. 

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Emma and Julian walk through the halls of the London Institute. Growing up, Julian always loved London, he found the city to be inspiring for paintings and loved the older feel of the buildings. They were here for a visit and also because Alec asked them to watch over it for a few days while Julian’s Aunt Marjorie was on vacation. Both of them love London and spent most of their time going to Hyde park and all kinds of little cafes but unfortunately, today was not a good day to be exploring the city.

Being from LA, they hardly ever saw rain and they felt as though even if they did, it wasn’t usually this much. It was pouring outside and nearly flooding the streets, even though it was the middle of the day it was so dark outside you could hardly see. So, the young couple decided to stay inside and explore the institute instead.

“Do you think the sun ever shines in London?” Emma asks while looking out the window. Today they were in the library just trying to get some work done. Julian laughs and then walks over to join her at the window, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Want to take a break and explore for a little bit?” He asks, taking her hand. They headed off into the rest of the building, looking for an adventure.

The London institute was one of the biggest in the world, it felt as though you could go for miles without ever seeing the same room twice. Now Emma and Julian were laughing as they raced through the historic halls, they hadn’t had much time to themselves lately and desperately needed this break. Every so often they would stop and take pictures of tapestries or portraits that Jules would want to try to paint once they got back home.

They came to a tapestry of a pond with ducks. It had a bit of text sewn into the bottom corner that just said, “never trust a duck.” They thought that was kind of wierd to have but it looked very old. They were approaching a whole hallway that seemed like it hadn't been touched in decades. The wallpaper reflected the style of another time period and the pictures were covered by a layer of dust.

Now out of breath the two stopped for a second and smiled at each other. They may not be parabatai any more but they still knew what the other was thinking. This was the most fun they have had in years. Julian stepped forward and kissed his girlfriend. Emma returned this with passion. Jules’ arms around her waist and her arms thrown around his neck.

One thing leads to another and next thing you know they find themselves stumbling backward into one of the abandoned bedrooms. They keep making out as the door slams behind them, falling onto the bed. Emma then suddenly stops and looks across the room curiously.

She had caught something out of the corner of her eye, a name. Her name. There was a wooden jewelry box with the name Carstairs engraved on it. It sat on a bookshelf next to an old leather bound book titled The Beautiful Cordelia and a book of Persian mythology. Looking around the room, it seemed as though no one had been in here for years. Julian followed her gaze and quickly caught on. Emma looked up at Julian,

“Do you think this could have belonged to one of my ancestors?” She asks while picking up the box.

“Probably. Didn’t Jem used to live here? Maybe it is his?” He responds as they walk back to the bed. They set the box down between then and open it up. Inside it is filled with treasures that belonged to someone a century ago. The first thing they pull out is a worn portrait.

“I don’t think it is Jem,” Emma says as she hands the picture to him. It depicts a girl with bright red hair holding a familiar gold sword. The same sword that Emma carries with her every day.

“Is that,” Julian starts with a bit of surprise, “Cortana?”

“I think so,” Emma says. “So this must be Cordelia Carstair.” She had grown up hearing stories about the warrior that fought greater demons in London and wielded the same Carstairs sword. She was said to be one of the bravest shadowhunters of her time. She had also met with Lily Chen during one of her visits to New York. The vampire had known Cordelia and had a few stories of her own to share.

“This must be a box of her belongings, and this probably used to be her room.” She continues while reaching in to grab a stack of notes. On each one was written a poem and at the bottom they were signed ‘J.H.’

“H” Julian wonders aloud, “I wonder if it stands for Herondale.”

“It does” says Emma, “James Herondale was her husband.”

“Do you think he wrote these poems to her?”

“I don’t know, maybe?” She says and then pulls out another portrait from the bottom of the box. It was of a boy with dark hair and gold eyes. They weren’t quite sure who this was but had a sort of an idea. They could always ask Tessa later too, she had sent a fire message earlier that day saying she was going to stop by tonight with Jem.

“Do you want me to read the poems?” Emma asks, retrieving the first one from the box. Julian nods and then she starts reading.

Cortana

You carry a sword of mercy and power It’s blade an extension of your own will. It can cut through the wickedest of powers, And slice through the chains that bind me.

The Sunlight reflects off it’s gold surface. Holding confidently to the grip of the hilt, Cutting down enemies for miles and miles, You could tear this very world in two.

The sword for the purest of hearts, For the one who has my own heart. The most beautiful of weapons ever made, Belongs to the most beautiful person I know.

It was another day taken over by the rain and The Merry Thieves and company were all sitting around the Devils Tavern discussing their latest projects. Lucie was just finishing reading her latest chapter of The Beautiful Cordelia. This section happened to be about “Lord Asher” and his new boyfriend, a knight named “Sir Tobias”. This prompted blushing from Alastair and Thomas while the others made jokes.

Cordelia was sitting next to James on the couch resting her head on his shoulder. She enjoyed these little displays of affection and was very content. James looked at her and smiled and then all of the sudden Mathew jumps up and says,

“Jamie, do you have any poems that you have been working on?” James sighs and then walks over to the book shelf and pulls out a leather bound notebook. He sits next to Cordelia and then starts flipping through the pages looking for a poem to read when the word Cortana catches her eye. She puts a finger on the page and looks at her husband, he winks and she blushes. James then quickly continues flipping through pages before his nosey parabatai notices. He starts reading the group one of his poems and they continue chatting for the rest of the afternoon.

Cordelia and James say their goodbyes and head back to the institute. Their carriage was kind of far away so they had to walk a bit in the heavy rain, not that either of them minded holding hands in the rain.

They were running and jumping in puddles, they would be wet anyways so what's the harm? Cordelia laughed as James pulled her in for a kiss under the street light. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. They pulled apart and smiled, walking off to their warm, dry carriage.

James put an arm around Cordelia as they rode home, they were both tired from a long day and the gloomy weather. By the time they got to the institute they were both half asleep and wet from the rain. They head up to their room to change into some dry clothes before laying down on their bed. Cordelia looks at James,

“So, what was that poem about?” she questions with a smirk.

“The Cortana one?” James says while grabbing the leather bound book from his bag.

“Yes,” Cordelia says, looking over at the journal in his lap. He turns to the page with the title at the top.

“Would you like me to read it to you?” he asks in a quiet whisper. She nodded.

You carry a sword of mercy and power It’s blade an extension of your own will.

He is right next to her and she can feel his warm breath as he reads each line. She thinks of her own sword, the sharp edge for mercy, the sword itself full of power. The Sword was an extension of her will, it had chosen her and would always come to her in a fight. James kisses her cheek.

It can cut through the wickedest of powers, And slice through the chains that bind me.

It had cut through wicked powers, when she needed to save James. She wasn’t even thinking then, she just knew she needed to save him. She had also cut through the bracelet that binded him to Grace, freeing him. She knew that even if he didn’t love her, he should be free to choose for himself who to love, but he did choose her.

The Sunlight reflects off it’s gold surface. Holding confidently to the grip of the hilt, Cutting down enemies for miles and miles, You could tear this very world in two.

She had fought many demons, even princes of hell and her sword never failed. James was always by her side fighting too. Together they could defeat the most dangerous of creatures, they even tore through the layers of this world once to stop one. Her love for James extended beyond the bounds of this world and she would do anything to get to him.

The sword for the purest of hearts, For the one who has my own heart.

She didn’t know if her heart was necessarily pure, she could only try her best. She loved James and he certainly had her heart too. She could feel her heat racing while watching his lips form the words in a calm whisper.

The most beautiful of weapons ever made, Belongs to the most beautiful person I know.

This made Cordelia blush a little, James’s eyes turned to meet hers as he closed the book. He carefully tore the page from the notebook and handed it to her.

“This was meant for you anyways,” he says as he kisses her softly on the lips. She placed the paper on the nightstand. “I love you Daisy.”

“I love you too,” Cordelia says as she kisses him again. They then lay back in bed and fell asleep next to each other, listening to the rain outside as it lulled them into a deep and loving sleep.

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Revelations | Pieck x Reader

pairing: pieck finger x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, some yelling, ends in fluff 

wc: 1.8k

a/n: sorry that this is a couple days late! midterms wore me out, and i didn’t feel like looking at a word document for a day or two. hope you enjoy it nonetheless! let me know what you think :)

request: Hi can I request a pieck x male reader (or gender neutral if your more comfortable with that) maybe the reader is a scout that was captured after the attack and she is in charge of watching them maybe they slowly warm up to each other after reader reveals the horrors they’ve gone through with the Titans during an argument with pieck and eventually they start a relationship?  

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Yes, you had met some annoying scouts during your training, but you had never met anyone as annoying as the Marleyan soldier that was sent to guard your cells. He spent most of his time either throwing schoolyard insults your way or trying to flirt with every captive. It was ridiculous, and you were getting more than tired of listening to his squeaky, borderline pre-pubescent voice flood the stone-lined hallway. His break times had turned into a safe haven of sorts for you and your comrades, but as the thirty minutes creeped by, you became more and more antsy. 

Today, however, seemed to be different as a woman walked in a little while after the regular guard left. She had walked by all of the cells, taking subtle glances inside each one, before having a seat near your end of the row. In fact, she was a mere five feet away from the bars of your current habitat, and you took the chance to study her. 

The first thing you noticed was the red band clasped securely around her left arm, denoting her Warrior status. It shone like a beacon or a warning, you couldn’t decide which. Still, why would a Warrior be sent to watch over some captured scouts? And where had the other man gone? Not that you minded his absence. The curiosity started to eat away at you, and you figured there was no harm in asking. 

“Hey,” you started. You were taken aback when you realized that she was already looking at you, like she knew exactly what you were going to say. 

“He was moved to another post,” she answered your unspoken question. “I’m here in the interim.” 

“Ah,” you responded. 

Her voice was a bit too soft for your liking; it was unbecoming of a killer, you thought with spite. You didn’t like her being here. A regular, annoying Marleyan soldier was one thing, but a Warrior? It was like a stab straight to every scout’s heart. Your chest started to feel a bit hotter as your anger towards her grew. You hadn’t been there when she delivered the boulders to the Beast Titan to decimate your comrades, but you had heard the tale, a horror story only told late at night. As if she had the right to exist in the same building, on the same continent even as the predecessors of those she had killed. 

You scoffed out loud, and the Warrior turned to face you, furrowing her eyebrows as if she were actually concerned. You glared in response. It was stupid, you thought, that she was allowed to have a face like that, the face of an angel, and still act like a devil. 

The day passed, her sitting idly by while you did your best to play a card game in your head. You tried to picture all of the cards and their suits and numbers, placing them on the imaginary table you had set up on the floor of your cell. It wasn’t going well, you kept losing, as you kept getting distracted by the feeling of the Warrior’s gaze burning into the back of your skull. It was almost as annoying as the squeaks of the original guard, and you felt a sense of pure relief as soon as she left for the night and another guard took her place. 

To your discontent, she returned the next day, too, and the next. By the third day, your blood was boiling. Even though you were always turned away from her, you could feel her eyes on you most of the time. It was pissing you off, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“What the hell?!” You questioned as you whipped around, not surprised to find her dark eyes piercing into yours. Hers were wide in confusion, and that made you even more mad. “What’s so interesting about the back of my head, huh? You busy picturing what it would look like with a bullet in it or something?” It was a harsh statement, you knew, but you also believed she deserved it. 

She shook her head quickly and with so much force that her crutch started to slide from where it was balanced against her chair. She swiftly reached out to catch it, holding onto it with both hands instead of propping it back up. 

“N-no. I just…” She paused, gathering her thoughts. “I just was trying to figure out what you were doing.” 

You scowled. “What I was doing?” You repeated incredulously. “I’m wasting away in a jail cell, that’s what I’m doing!” You stood up in a flash, pressing your body against the bars and grabbing onto them until your knuckles were white. “I’m stuck here because of you, you know!” 

She shook her head again, denying your statement. “No, you’re here because you killed my people.” 

“Well, you killed mine!” You shouted back. Your voice lowered as you spoke again, grief flowing through you. “Thousands, millions even. You slaughtered them all without a thought for their families, and children, and friends. You destroyed our home without regrets, without us doing a damn thing to you, so stop complaining that we destroyed yours.” 

The woman was quiet now, her head bowed and hair covering her face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, and that pissed you off more. You started to go off again, but she stopped you with her next words. “Tell me. Tell me what we did to you. I want to know everything.” 

When she looked up, there was an honesty and sadness in her eyes that you never would’ve expected to see. It shook you, and for a second, you saw a normal human being rather than a Warrior. Somehow that look calmed you, and you became willing to tell the stories of you and so many others, both dead and alive. 

You learned her name was Pieck, and the two of you talked for hours. You described the horrors of life under the threat of Titans, you told of the atrocities that occurred on the battlefield, you explained to her the loss and grief and overwhelming depression that came with the life every scout and citizen of Paradis was being forced to live. 

And to your stupefaction, she listened to every word quietly, nodding her head to signal that she was taking in the information. She didn’t try to sympathize or compare experiences, she just sat and let you talk, letting herself realize her own sins. Once you were silent, you could tell she understood, at least as much as an outsider could. She didn’t need to apologize for you could see in her face that she had plenty of regrets, and Pieck was well aware that an apology would mean practically nothing. It was atonement that she sought now, and Pieck figured a good place to start would be with you. 

From that day on, you grew closer with the woman. You never shared mindless conversations, but instead always talked of the past and of your experiences. You heard stories of her Warrior training and realized the brainwashing that the Eldians living on Marley had been put under from birth. A part of you was proud to see that Pieck had overcome it in a sense, happy to realize that peace was truly possible if constructive conversations could be had. It was promising, and slowly but surely, talking to Pieck became the highlight of your day, something you looked forward to as she made you forget about your lonely little cell. 

Weeks had passed, and then one night changed everything. 

You were struggling to sleep, the thin sheet you were given was not enough to protect you from the cold and the hard bed was giving you a pounding headache. The only comfort you had was the knowledge that you could see Pieck again in a few hours once the sun came up. The hallway was silent other than the occasional moments when the night watchman got up to use the restroom. He sat on the other end of the hall from you, and you were thankful that he couldn’t see into your cell from where he was stationed. 

The next time he got up, he didn’t come back for quite a while, and you started to wonder if something had happened to him. Were the scouts finally coming to rescue you? Your heart began to pound harder as you heard the door to the hall creak open and keys jingle. You cracked your eyes open to see who was here only to be met with the sight of Pieck standing outside your enclosure, fiddling with the keys before sliding one into your door’s lock. 

You sat up quickly, tossing the sheet off of you and standing to meet her against the bars. Keeping your voice as low as possible, you whispered, “Pieck! What’re you doing?”

She whispered back, pushing your door open and holding out a pile of clothes to you. “Put these on. I want to take you somewhere.” 

You obliged quickly, not questioning the possibility that you could escape somehow. Was she helping you to leave? But how would you get back to Paradis? Options were running through your head at lightspeed as you slipped on the long sleeve shirt and jacket. She guided you down the hallway after you were dressed, careful not to wake anyone or stir suspicion. You barely recognized the building as you walked through it as it had been months since you had last seen anything other than stone walls and metal bars. When Pieck pushed the backdoor open and let you wander back into nature, the breath was stolen from your lungs. 

It was cold outside, but in a different way than your cell. The air was refreshing rather than stale and the wind was pleasant, not a musty draft. You could smell the light scent of flowers in the air, and you wondered exactly where it was coming from, suddenly craving the feeling of petals on your fingertips. Pieck seemed to understand your thoughts as she led you to a small garden on the other side of the pathway. Upon seeing the dainty plants, you rushed over to them, brushing your fingers over the colors and savoring the different textures. 

As you straightened back up, Pieck took your hand gently. You felt a bit embarrassed with how dry yours were, hers as silky smooth as the petals you had just caressed, and you apologized quickly and quietly. Laughing softly, Pieck just tightened her grasp, assuring you there was nothing to worry about by how she pulled you closer. Her being this close was intoxicating, and you felt yourself melt into her, peace washing over you in waves. For some reason, all of this felt new to you, like you were starting over in the world with Pieck, and you were perfectly content to stand here beside her.

It wasn’t until later, when you were back and locked securely into your cell, that you realized you didn’t mind staying a bit longer on Marley as long as Pieck was here, too.

[chelsfic]

Leftovers - Part Two - Nandor the Relentless x Reader - WWDITS Fanfic

Part One: MASTERLIST

Summary: Nandor decides you keep you around...for feeding purposes. You bond a little with Nadja. Guillermo is kind of freaking you out.

Warnings: Female, short, roller derby playing reader, Vampiric blood drinking!, pet humans?, power dynamic, vampire/human relationship

A/N: Thank you sooo much to those who have commented on this fic! It really brightens my day!

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“Awake, mortal!” Nandor stands by the open coffin waving a shopping bag in one hand. “I’ve brought you Lunch-bulls.”

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“No, I do not usually keep humans around for feeding purposes but…” Nandor strolls down a grocery aisle with the camera crew trailing behind. He stops in front of a refrigerated display of Lunchables, “this one is quite tasty. And I’ve learned a thing or two about caring for mortals thanks to Guillermo. For example, I now understand that you have to feed them.”

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You wake to find Nandor standing over you with a wide grin on his stupid, handsome face. It takes a long moment for your brain to catch up with your surroundings. And when you do you’re too exhausted and sick to worry about the fact that you’re in a vampire’s lair and you’ve just spent the night sleeping inside a coffin. You try to sit up and the room immediately starts spinning. 

“Oh, fucking--,” Nandor curses as you collapse back into the coffin. He looks up and eyes the camera, “I may have been a little over-enthusiastic with the feedings. In my defense I was planning on killing her, so…”

He puts his arm behind your back and helps you sit up against the edge of the coffin. You watch as he rummages inside the reusable shopping tote. What, exactly, does he plan on doing to you? After coming to terms with the fact that you’ve been abducted by an actual vampire you kind of expected to be dead by now. Not that you’re complaining, but…

“Ah-ha! Here, mortal. This colorful sports beverage will replenish your...electrolytes,” Nandor says, reading off the label as he hands you a bottle of Gatorade.

You grab it, frantically twisting the cap with trembling hands, but you feel like every ounce of strength has been sapped from your body. You growl in frustration, tapping the bottle on the rim of the coffin and trying again. 

Finally, you sigh and give it back to the vampire, “Can you open it for me?”

Nandor glances to the camera with an arched brow and easily pops the cap off before handing it back to you. You down the entire bottle and eat two Lunchables while Nandor watches with a nauseated expression.

“Better?” he asks when you’ve finished. He reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear and you flinch away from the touch. His eyes are focused on the crook of your neck and the bite mark that still throbs with pain.

“Uh, yeah...thanks,” you murmur, cautiously sitting back a bit to put more space between you. “What are you--um--what’re you planning to do with me, Nandor?”

He looks thoughtful for a moment but before he can answer there’s a sudden bellowing from downstairs.

“House meeting! House meeting, I say! In the library!”

Nandor’s brows draw together in consternation and he hisses, “What the fuck! He can’t call a house meeting. I call the house meetings!”

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“Now, I’ve called you all here tonight to gloat,” Laszlo explains, standing between the two couches and addressing the room. “As some of us are aware, Mr. Hygiene himself has taken to storing half-drunk virgins in his crypt. It’s totally unacceptable and furthermore, Nandor, hurtful that you wouldn’t invite us to partake.”

You’re seated beside Nandor, holding yourself perfectly still as you eye the unfamiliar vampires in the room. Guillermo stands silently by the door. The woman, Nadja, is staring at you with her mouth open in a leer, practically salivating.

“Yes, Nandor, let me try a bite of your scrumptious mortal,” she says, reaching out to you with her hands clawed in longing.

You scoot closer to Nandor, shrinking into his side and clinging to the fabric of his cape. The devil you know… He gives you a pat on the head and smiles reassuringly. 

“Don’t worry, human. No one but me will be drinking your blood,” he raises his voice for the others, “Is that clear? This is my human. You’re to leave her alone. Including you, Colin Robinson.”

The Dilbert-looking guy speaks up, “Keeping humans as familiars is a time-honored tradition. But this situation seems to be without precedent. Sure, in the medieval period there was the practice of keeping human thralls but is that really--”

“SHUT UP!” the other vampires shout at him.

Guillermo steps forward with a half bow and his voice is thready as he asks, “Master? Are you unhappy with my service? I can do better, I can--”

“No, Guillermo. You’re a perfect--” Nandor curls his lip and tilts his head from side to side as he considers his wording, “--ly adequate familiar. I’m keeping this human for food. She has a distinct flavor and I don’t want to eat her all up right away…”

You draw away from Nandor with a horrified look on your face. The events of the last two days come crashing down on you all at once, wrenching a sob from your throat and mortifying tears from your eyes. 

“Now, look what you’ve done, all of you!” Nandor scolds, putting his arm around your shoulders in an approximation of comfort. “You’ve made my human sad!”

“I’m not food!” you cry, squirming away with an accusing glare.

Laszlo points his manicured finger in Nandor’s face, “You see, I could have warned you about this, Nandor. They get very weepy when you keep them around too long.”

“There, there,” Nandor says, haltingly. He frowns in discomfort and looks around the room for support.

Nadja steps in, taking a seat on your other side and patting your knee.

“Don’t cry, little human. You may be food but you’re very good food. Nandor doesn’t want to kill you,” she looks up to find Nandor looking at her with his brows raised in a “well, maybe…” expression. Nadja rolls her eyes. “He just wants to keep you for a nice little snack every now and then. It’s not all bad, little one. You’ll get to live here with us. Vampires can be very useful benefactors. Just ask Gizmo…”

“The rent is $1,200 a month,” Guillermo pipes in sullenly. 

“Pssk,” Nandor shushes his Familiar and turns back to you. “You won’t have to pay rent, my human. And you can still play your rollerskate battles…”

“Battles?” Nadja perks up. “Is she a warrior like my poor Gregor?”

“Hey!” Laszlo bursts out. “I’ve heard enough about that damn--”

“I play roller derby...it’s a sport,” you explain, perking up for the first time since you found yourself in this strange situation. “I’m in an all-girl intramural league. It’s just for fun…”

Nandor, sensing the change in your mood, jumps in, “Do not be so modest, mortal. I saw you brawling on your roller skates during your practice. You are a fearsome thing to behold! Why else would I choose you?”

Guillermo is quietly fuming in the corner as his master showers praise on the newcomer, but you don’t know what to think. Why are you even considering this? Maybe it’s because deep down you know there’s really no choice. Why not make the best of things?

“Well...fine. But you have to promise you’re not going to end up killing me!” you insist, catching Nandor’s eyes with an intense look of your own. “And you can’t keep feeding off me every day. I won’t have enough strength to live let alone play roller derby. Once a week, tops.”

Laszlo chuckles, “She’s got spirit! I’ll give her that.”

Nandor’s lips twitch and you’re not altogether sure you can trust him but he agrees, “Very well, my tasty mortal. Once per week. Killing is...off the table. For now. We’ll see--don’t pull your luck!”

“Push your luck,” Guillermo mutters darkly and the narrow-eyed look he’s casting your way is actually the most alarming thing in this room full of apex predators.

The meeting wraps up as dawn approaches. Nadja draws your hand into the crook of her elbow and walks you out of the library.

“Tell me more about these roller battles,” she says. “What manner of weaponry do you use?”

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Not knowing what else to do with yourself you follow Guillermo and Nandor into the crypt. The Familiar helps his master into the coffin and goes about the room, snuffing candles and checking that the curtains are secure against the approaching sun.

“Come, my mortal,” Nandor says, opening his arms and beckoning you into the coffin. From across the room you hear Guillermo’s squeak of outrage. 

“You...want me to sleep in the coffin? With you?” you ask somewhat stupidly. But how are you supposed to respond? 

“Unless you would prefer the cell…” Nandor remarks sarcastically. “We have just the one bed that Guillermo uses…”

You glance apologetically at Guillermo but he turns away with a huff. What does he possibly get from this arrangement, you wonder?

“Fine,” you sigh. “But...I’ll need a bedroom of my own, Nandor.”

“Yes, yes, very well. Now come. I’m tired.”

You climb awkwardly up into the coffin, stepping carefully around the vampire’s long legs and settling down beside him. It is surprisingly roomy. Custom-made, you assume.

Nandor wraps an arm around you, tucking you firmly into his side. You feel yourself heat with embarrassment at the casual intimacy. Snuggling with a vampire inside his coffin. Nandor sniffs and...purrs? He leans forward to bury his nose into your hair.

“Delightful human,” he murmurs. “I’m very glad I decided not to kill you right away. What a waste that would have been.”

“Goodnight, master,” Guillermo’s soft voice interrupts and you look up to see him standing--menacingly?--over the coffin with a hand on the lid. “Sweet dreams.”

“Yes, night-night, Guillermo,” Nandor replies and the lid drops closed.

Thank god you’re not claustrophobic. You’re nervous enough as it is. In a dark, enclosed space with a murderous creature of the night. Nandor shifts beside you and hugs you closer, almost like a teddy bear.

“Goodnight my delicious mortal,” he whispers and you feel cool, soft lips press a kiss onto your forehead. A shiver runs through you at the touch and your stomach stirs with the faintest of butterflies. You bury your face into his chest and breathe. How can a dead man smell so nice?

“Night, Nandor,” you yawn and somehow, unfathomably, you fall into a soft, gentle sleep in the arms of a killer.

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A/N: What is my brain?

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[bastardsunlight]

Hey Kung Lao, I dare you, double dare you to kiss Shinnok >))))

Horror.

The feeling ripples down his spine and blanches his otherwise ruddy, freckled face. His limbs are leaden, his stomach a ball of roiling magma and ice all at once. It is not fear or terror, it is horror, at the inevitability of the thing, the creeping dread. He can feel the Elder God’s breath upon the back of his neck, hot like a furnace and clammy like a corpse, desert dry and swampy in turns which can never resolve themselves—or perhaps they have simply chosen otherwise. He swallows hard and tightens his jaw.

For Liu Kang, he will do anything and he has sworn an oath, struck a bargain. The phrase “a deal with the devil” was made for this moment, he is certain. There is a certain sick thrill in it as he steels himself, turning to face his new keeper—not master, not lord, not even jailer… keeper; the word fits and runs down into the pit of his guts, casting about for a place to settle before it slithers its way lower.

There is a simple fact resting in the furthest, darkest reaches of Kung Lao’s otherwise disciplined mind and that is this: It is titillating, in the mos base way, to be desired by a being of such unimaginable scale and power. Chaos and death itself… wants him. Not even the god of thunder wanted him. No, his mind protests, it is not that Raiden did not want me, but Liu Kang is the better choice.

But it all adds up to the same. The hidden corners of his consciousness are awakening and reminding him that Elder God beats Thunder God in the worst ways, in sing-song voice and childish chant. They are certain he is the winner here, but he is not. How could he be?

Shinnok is stooping to receive his prize. He must, for Kung Lao is only a man—the descendant of a powerful, righteous monk and champion, but a man nevertheless. Perhaps the holiness that remains in the young warrior’s veins will burn the Elder God of Rot, or perhaps it will poison him—more likely, it will thrill him in a way Kung Lao does not wish to do so. But his wishes are unimportant now.

Plush lips are crushed, bruised and taken viciously in an event that could, ostensibly be called a kiss in function, if not form. That Shinnok is happy to draw blood comes as no surprise to the monk. That the heat in the pit of his stomach has begun to smolder and spread to Kung Lao’s limbs does, however. There is still horror in him. An entire life of training and self-denial (well, MOSTLY self-denial) have made him unaccustomed to this kind of handling and he reminds himself, over and over, that he is doing this for Liu Kang, that it has nothing to do with him.

His breath returns and the Elder God draws back a few inches, a tendril of bloodied saliva still connecting them. Kung Lao’s eyes are misted with tears he is fighting so hard not to shed but failing to stop, feeling them cutting visible tracks down his cheeks. And then, horror of horrors, a sharp-nailed finger comes up and brushes those crystalline things away almost tenderly. His hammering heart clenches hard and he feels something break inside himself. Kung Lao’s knees are weak and suddenly, long cloth-wrapped, skeletal—he assumes they are skeletal; they certainly are when they pop out of the ground to mutilate his friends—enfold and draw him close, the silken, arsenic-laced promise of protection and of power whispering in his mind.

He spares a look over his shoulder, one last chance to remind himself why he is doing this, that it is sacrifice, not pleasure to which he now gives himself. But he cannot pray. To whom would he send up his pleas? And who would respond?

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VerCredo Thoughts™

Hello ;u; It's been months since I first messaged you I think sorry for the long wait

Ahem so here's some disorganized food:

Credo lives au with ponytail!Credo because I’m your friend. This is post-dmc5

When Credo meets Vergil they’re so awkward with each other that Nero can’t bear to be around them. Dante’s having the time of his life though

“Oh god you guys are more similar than Vergil and me”

Cue Double GlareTM

Because of NeroKiri though they have to be in each other’s vicinity often. The awkwardness slowly -slowly- melts; without the Order, Credo’s gradually learning to put his guard down and Vergil’s learning that he’s safe, with family. It’s a process for both but they’re kind of in the same boat here. This realization is… strangely comforting but neither would admit it

The silence between them isn’t that awkward after a while. One can find them in the same room quietly reading in different corners

Sometimes when one visits the kitchen for tea, he brings back two cups

Nero can’t be around them for a different reason now

Sometimes Vergil jabs at Dante and Credo chuckles

CHUCKLES

Nero hadn’t heard Credo chuckle in maybe 10 years

Kyrie tells him it’s good for them to be friends. Nero has a weird foreboding feeling

(I’M SORRY THIS IS TURNING INTO FLUFF THERE’S MORE)

Credo would die before admitting it but he’s actually been… intrigued by Dante’s brother since they met

The twins are nothing alike, for one. It’s reeling. Vergil has a grace to him that Dante doesn’t. He holds himself proudly, exuding power even when he’s not doing anything

Credo gets how that could scare people but honestly? Vergil is what he’d wanted to be like since his youth

Everything he’d tried and trained and honed himself to be for years, Vergil seemingly just is without even trying

He’s also kind of like how Credo had imagined Sparda to be

It’s fascinating. He may be thinking about Vergil a bit too often

The way Vergil walks. The way he handles things. The power and elegance not negating one another in the way he moves

The way he tries to connect with Nero. How polite he is with Kyrie. In contrast, how he interacts with Dante. How his brash brother can bring out a rather… human part of him

Credo watches and analyzes. Subtly

This is completely normal

Then one day, Vergil asks him to spar

“Nero tells me you are a great warrior. Would you indulge me?”

Oh. “... I’d be honored.”

Why is he nervous? Fighting is familiar, this should be more relaxing

Vergil fights the way he expected: Gracefully, precisely, fast. He’s not going easy on him which Credo takes as a sign of respect, and responds in kind

The challenge is exhilarating. He hadn’t had a fight like this in a while. Vergil has impeccable technique and keeps Credo on his toes

He feels the urge to shift into his angelo form but holds back; that could seem too aggressive, besides he doesn’t really want to admit needing it

“Show me,” Vergil says then

Can he feel the power under Credo’s skin, begging to be released? Yet Credo holds and lunges back at him- his sword meets Yamato in a sparkling clash. He’s using a lot of force but Vergil isn’t fazed, doesn’t even seem to be trying

“Let it go,” he says, “or are you accepting defeat?”

“Do not… underestimate me!”

He pushes Yamato aside and tries to go for the opening, but he’s getting sloppy and slow- Vergil throws him back with the hilt of Yamato

There’s an explosion of light and feathers before Credo can feel the ground

Vergil stares at the creature hovering above him with a sort of wonder. It’s his first time seeing it up close. He knows what the Order was inspired by in creating this… but the sight of Angelo Credo strangely doesn’t bother him all that much

He’s… beautiful

And he will submit, his devil whispers

Credo does, eventually. Vergil doesn’t even need his trigger against a man-made demon- so Credo falls to his knees, Angelo form disintegrating

He feels cold steel under his chin. Yamato’s tip tilts up Credo’s head, forcing him to meet Vergil’s eyes

Vergil is tall and looming, cold and strong- Credo is held in place by his gaze and not his sword. He has the sudden thought that if this man were to order him to grovel, he would, without question

He gulps and the movement catches Vergil’s eyes. The tip of Yamato follows, slowly sliding to the bob of Credo’s throat. It stays there

Credo’s ears burn as he feels a shift in his pants, yet he can’t look away from Vergil. He can’t move. He doesn’t understand the power this devil has over him

For his part, Vergil doesn’t know what he’s doing himself. It’s like he’s in trance as Yamato slides down, down below Credo’s neck, pulling at the neck of his shirt to touch his bare chest. Vergil has the sudden desire to rip the clothing to shreds, it wouldn’t take a second. Would Credo move then, or would he let Vergil drink him in?

It’s obscene. Vergil hasn’t felt this kind of thing for over 20 years, yet he can barely remember desiring as strongly as he does now…

And Credo knows, to his own confusion and humiliation, that he would let Vergil do anything in this moment

I gotta stop here I’m so sorry made you wait long enough

I was too chicken to write proper fic too. Maybe in the future if… there’s interest

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Submitted by: @zzzett

HELLO YES I AM SCREAMING THIS IS WHAT I WANT THIS PAIRING WOULD BE SO GOOD AND NOT JUST BECAUSE IT WOULD BE PERFECT FOR ME TO SLIDE BETWEEN THEM AND TAKE BOTH THEIR DICKS.

Like. They are both equally calm, both have a dry sort of wit, both would absolutely revel in roasting the ever loving shit out of Dante. Like the second one of them hears the other talking shit to or about Dante, the other will magically show up. 🤣 And both have a common ground with Nero. My god I need this so bad BLESS YOU FOR THIS WHOLE POST I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW MUCH I'M CLENCHING MY JAW TO KEEP FROM SCREECHING AAAAAAAAA

EDIT: I got so caught up in yelling about the pairing I forgot to say there's no need to apologise at all omg. This was well worth the wait, I'm really happy someone out there thinks this dynamic is worth a gander too 😭😭