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the-s1lly-corner · 9 months

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I wanna try something different this time around.

I’ve started to grow an interest to Eyeless Jack, I mean I haven’t read the story but the character has intrigued me.

What’s some fluffy headcanons you can think of for him with a partner in general?

General hcs for Eyeless Jack x Reader !

ehehehehe welcome to the ej fan club!! evil laughs >:) gotta admit my take on ej is only loosely based around the original story (guy waking up to find one of his kidneys missing is the TLDR version) but a lot of my hcs are based around a fic (?) reimagine (?) of ej that i remember seeing floating around yeeeeears ago back in middle school and im unsure how many people follow the "jack used to be a human but got dragged into a cult/human sacrifice unwillingly" idea since i admittedly dont interact much with the fandom outside of writing these lil hcs and making fanart TToTT

after everything that happened to him jack ran off to the woods to be away from prying human eyes, and as far as he knew he was viewed as (albeit unwilling and you could argue it was in self defense) murderer.... kind of puts a stop into your plans of finishing school and going into your dream career.. oh and also the teeny tiny detail that you now rely on human flesh as sustenance with no hope for being able to physically accept alternatives and as more time goes on you start to resemble something.. not human... theres that, too

if you want to see him during the day you're likely going to have to visit him in the woods, but fear not hes not homeless, hes found refuge in an old cabin; slowly hes been patching it up

dont expect him to make you do any work on the cabin, he views it solely as his responsibility and he'll likely deny any actual work helping rebuild it... though i dont think he would be against any tools and decoration (ex. stuff for a generator so he can have power, means to wash his clothes, basic supplies that arent food ectect)

i think overtime he would even get a little mini fridge for you so you can store snacks and drinks at his place, since he doesnt. have food

sometimes visits you at your place, but he only does this during the night so he doesnt get caught wandering the streets by other people... usually enters through the backdoor, to avoid anyone seeming coming from the front

very quiet and reserved, not very high energy... so most nights hanging out with him are calm... usually him asking you how you've been doing... you /could/ ask him the same, but he can only talk about patrolling his area in the woods for hikers straying too close so many times, and he doesnt want to bore you

thats actually another thing, he has traps set up around; mix of a means for hunting without having to go out and pick someone, and to make sure no one gets too close to the cabin

so i think, in the beginning he would ban you from coming to him without him guiding you, at least not until youve had ample time to get used to the traps and how to look for them and remember the general locations of them

teaches you how to forage, him being alone for so long has forced him to pick up new hobbies to keep him from going insane, so you now know how to do that sort of thing as well as identifying plants and fungi... fun!

on the very rare occasion you can convince jack to walk around town with you at night when everyone else is asleep.... its nice, i think.. kind of gives him a chance to just sink back into what his old life used to be and feel like hes normal again; though he tends to be quieter than usual on these walks

i dont think hes particularly possessive, dont get me wrong he cares about you and he does have the passing thought of you just up and leaving him one day (and he doesnt blame you, he holds a lot of self loathing for himself nowadays) but hes not going to be breathing down your neck and watching your every movement... he has enough trust in you not to get hurt or stuck in any situation

blunt, he doesnt beat around the bush and sometimes he doesnt sugarcoat things when the blow needs to be softened... mix of jack just being a little insensitive to others but also because hes gotten so used to thinking so logically and straight forward and numbing his own emotions over... who knows how long, probably even before he got all messed up..

can be a little sarcastic at times, so he might come off as an asshole every now and then, especially when you mix in the bluntness

i dont think he would actively try to be mean to others though, he'd try to understand and fix something if his habits upset you because he doesnt want to lose you

very cold, physically, so be sure to bring blankets and stuff when you want to cuddle into him

very careful with you, he has claws and teeth... and sometimes shedding blood around him can be really dangerous (he feeds on human material, he tends to push off eating for as long as he can since the fact hes eating people meat messes with him.. argument between survival of himself and survival of others; but due to his curse he can go into 'frenzies' and momentarily lose himself to his hunger. think how in finding nemo the sharks went nuts when dory cut her fin on accident, its like that but he doesnt go nuts all the time) so hes very very gentle even when he has a strong hold on himself

speaking of his forced diet, he doesnt eat often.. only really needing to do so every now and then, but i like to think he would still sit at the table with you to keep you company while you ate dinner

though he wouldnt want you to do the same when he DOES eat, might prefer you not come at all on those days actually

him and reader remind me of the "its rotten work"/"not to me, not if its you" audio

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack imagine

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italeean · 5 months

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HI ELLE! CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER MILESTONE 💖💖💖

And this event sounds so fun so I had to send in something (no pressure ofc ^-^)

Description: I literally had to go around asking my friends to describe me bc I couldn’t think of much besides that I’m an introvert and pessimistic about myself lmao. So from the intel I’ve gathered: I’m shy, friendly, kind, care a lot about those closest to me, and worry too much about things. My interests are pretty boring, all I do is play videogames (mainly rhythm games nowadays) and watch anime occassionally, although I can get very passionate about them. I don’t have much of a preference to the people I surround myself with, as long as they can handle my more reserved nature and respect my boundaries.

I am a lee leaning switch :3

And I’d like to choose genshin impact as the fandom. I started playing not too long ago and it’s been my new hyperfixation.

With a romantic relationship with a male character!

Oh and my name is Sakura!🌸

I hope I did this correctly kahdjahdjahsh

Have a good day/night‼ And take your time!

Sakuraaa 🥹💕 After months of inactivity, I'm taking back the reins of this event and I'm more than ready to match you up with your special someone hehe ✨️ Thanks for your patience, e spero ti piaccia il mio lavoro 💚🤍❤️ (and I hope you'll enjoy my work) 🍡 *hands you the dango to eat while you read*

🔮 Without further ado, your match is... KAZUHA

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

1. You say you're pessimistic about yourself, and this little ray of sunshine is the perfect way to bring some light in 2. He's delicate and soft-spoken, which won't make you feel overwhelmed by endless talking 3. He's super perceptive, which means he'll understand how you're feeling without you having to tell him, which can be hard sometimes when you're an introvert 4. If you play rhythm games, he might play a tune with leaves to match the rhythm you're playing in the game! That would be so cute... 5. Even he's usually a ray of sunshine, he can have his bad days, especially when he thinks about Tomo, and you'd be able to support him quietly thanks to your personality and your emotional baggage 6. Kazuha is a generally quiet person, so expect many, MANY successful sneak attacks... and if your sides or ribs are sensitive, you'll be in for a bumpy ride 7. He's the personification of gentleness, so he'd be sure to inquire about your boundaries without you even needing to tell him anything 8. He likes the sound of your laughter even more of the song of the wind between the leaves, so tickling you is one of his favorite ways to "bring some light into your pessimism" 9. I feel like he'd LOVE to blow some air into your ears or pepper kisses on your neck if those spots are sensitive 10. He also does mind a few pokes if he needs to be cheered up... and if you do that to get his attention, he'll get the hint and proceed to tickle you as much as you'd like!

🔮 Tickle scenario

Kazuha couldn't ask for a better morning than this. Azure sky with some fluffy white clouds, the music of nature made by the wind that caresses the leaves, lying on the grass in silence with his eyes closed...

... and you.

You and him had started dating a few months ago. He was the best thing that had ever happened in your life, and he thought the same about you. You two didn't need loud love, your relationship could be compared to a warm, soft cocoon. You expressed your feelings through little gestures and by being there for each other.

Unless you were bored.

Don't get me wrong, Kazuha loved every aspect of you, but when you were bored, you were quite the handful. Little pranks, pokes, silly jokes... you would try everything to distract him, and that's what you wanted in that exact moment.

Calling him was an amazing option, since he was a samurai with an astounding control of all his senses, but where was the fun in that? You surely could do much better, so you got up, making as little noise as possible, and approached him with your hands shaped in claws ready to attack.

His eyes were still closed, perfect. You just needed to attack. 3... 2... 1... Now!

Or so you thought...

As soon as your fingertips came in contact with his ribcage, you felt something gripping your wrists and in a fraction of second, you were on the grass, facing the blue sky and a white-haired guy with an ominous smirk that you had learned to fear.

"Were you trying to wake me up, love?" He asked in a sweet tone mixed with a hint of playfulness, "Alas, your reflexes seem a little sluggish, like a lethargic bear cub." He tsked with no annoyance in his voice, just a little mocking.

"Maybe you're the one who needs a little awakening, aren't you, little cub?"

Before you could make up even the faintest argument to object, his hands started zapping your sides with ruthlessly, relentlessly and with the meticulous precision provided by the knowledge of every single spot that made you squeak, squeal or even snort.

"Ka- wahahahait nooo..!" You begged, but your pleas fell on deaf ears, as the tickle assault only increased in intensity. You attempted to swat his hands away, but that was futile as well. His reflexes were much faster than yours.

"Not good, your reflexes don't show any sign of awakening yet. Such a lazy little cub..." He joked, enjoying the blush that invaded your cheeks because of the nickname, "Do we really need to take extreme measures to make the lazy cub arise?"

Your eyes widened in shock and glee, and your laughter became much more nervous. "No no nohoho w-we dohohon't... we don't need to..! Please we do-" Not even Kazuha's refined lexicon had a term to define the high pitch of your scream, and the samurai knew this was his stop signal.

He raised his hands and helped you sit up while you were gasping for air, using his Anemo vision to create a gentle, refreshing breeze for you.

When you recovered, you looked at him with a gaze that meant war and pronounced the words: "I swear to the Seven Archons, I'll get you back."

Your warmongering glare was met with a smug, playful one. "Come at me then, cub, and show me your awakened reflexes" He chuckled, getting ready for a day full of combat.

#milestone event #350/400 followers event #genshin tickle #genshin impact tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!reader #switch!reader #ler!kazuha #lee!kazuha #ticklish!kazuha #switch!kazuha

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eeechooo · 4 months

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Sweet Victory

Fandom : Lockwood and co Gn x George Karim Request by : @happygoosebird "You’re struggling with studying for a test and George offers to help. There are cookies involved."

You banged your head on the table, making it shake once before it stilled completely. The library was quiet, or would be, if it weren’t for the way you were scribbling in your notebook, full of doodles and messy handwriting. There was no way you’d be able to learn everything for tomorrow, and time was ticking, leaving you only a few hours before dinner.

Great. You could do it.

One glance at your notes was all it took to make you groan, resisting the temptation to bang your head on the wall this time. Why didn’t you study earlier? Maybe because the goddamn agency needed you. Working here part-time was extremely odd, but you didn’t mind one bit; your colleagues were lovely (most of the time, when tea was ready). However, most of them did not know how to study properly.

One was reckless, never thinking twice before doing something that could lead to an awful, atrocious death. Or maybe he thought twice and was just THAT crazy. I guess we’ll never know. The second one would follow him with a groan followed by heart eyes—mixed signals, if you ask me. That left the last one, who knew best how to work like you had to do right now.

Except he was always busy nowadays. Working on a new case, you all had to be prepared. If one guy HAD to be prepared enough, it was him. One wrong piece of information, and you were all screwed. Mind you, that never happened—knock on wood.

How could you even focus with the smell of cookies, warm and— you knew it—so, so sweet? Your stomach growled, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten for hours. You suddenly stopped doodling mindlessly.

That was NOT Lockwood; he could burn water. That was NOT Lucy, and you could tell from a mile away that those weren’t store-bought. The realization hit you like a cold splash of water—it had to be George.

You stood up immediately and ran to the kitchen, notebook and pen in hand. George was standing by the counter, meticulously arranging a tray of freshly baked cookies. The aroma was heavenly, a perfect blend of chocolate and something else—possibly a hint of caramel.

“You know, staring at your notes like that won’t magically transfer the information into your brain,” George said, his tone laced with his usual sarcasm. He didn’t look up as he continued arranging the cookies, his fingers deftly moving each one into a perfect row.

You sighed. “I know, George. I’m just… overwhelmed. There’s so much to cover and so little time.”

George finally looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Then you’re in luck. I’ve decided to bestow my infinite wisdom upon you. Plus, I’ve got cookies. One for every chapter we review together.”

Your eyes lit up at the mention of cookies. “Really? You’d help me?”

“Don’t look so surprised,” George smirked, handing you a cookie. “I can be quite the Good Samaritan when I want to be. Now, let’s see what you’ve got.”

You handed over your notes, watching as George’s eyes scanned the messy handwriting and doodles. He raised an eyebrow. “Interesting approach to note-taking. Ever considered actually writing down useful information instead of… whatever this is?”

You shrugged, feeling a bit defensive. “For someone who hates hypocrisy, just look at the Thinking Cloth! It helps me think...”

George chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, we’ll work with what you’ve got. First, let’s tackle this chapter on medieval history. Did you know that if you break down the timeline into smaller chunks and associate each with a specific event, it’s easier to remember?”

You nodded, trying to keep up. George’s way of thinking was always so methodical, so precise. It was intimidating at times, but right now, it was exactly what you needed.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notebook, flipping through it quickly. “We’ll use these cookies as mnemonic devices. For example, this cookie shaped like a castle can represent the year the Normans invaded England.”

You took the castle-shaped cookie, turning it over in your hands. “That… actually makes sense. What about the Battle of Hastings?”

George handed you a cookie with a little sword drawn on it with icing. “This one. Every time you think of the Battle of Hastings, think of this cookie. Easy, right?”

You couldn’t help but smile. George’s unconventional methods were starting to make studying seem less daunting. “You know, you’re pretty good at this.”

George shrugged, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Just don’t let it get around. I have a reputation to maintain.”

The two of you settled into a rhythm, reviewing each chapter, associating key events with different cookies. The study session became a game, and with each correct answer, you felt more confident, more prepared.

Hours passed, and you realized you’d covered more ground than you ever thought possible. George’s sarcastic remarks and acerbic sense of humor kept the mood light, making the information easier to digest. By the time you reached the last chapter, the tray of cookies was nearly empty, and you felt a sense of accomplishment.

“See?” George said, handing you the last cookie. “I told you we’d get through it. You just needed the right motivation.”

You took the cookie, feeling a wave of gratitude. “Thanks, George. I really appreciate this.”

He shrugged, looking almost embarrassed. “Don’t mention it. Just make sure you ace that test. I don’t want my efforts to go to waste.”

You laughed, feeling a renewed sense of determination. With George’s help, you knew you could do it. As you packed up your notes, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, studying wasn’t so bad after all—especially when there were cookies involved.

Days later, after the test results were posted, you rushed to the bulletin board, heart pounding. There it was—your name, right next to a high score you could scarcely believe.

Feeling a mix of relief and elation, you immediately thought of George. You found him in the library, nose deep in an old, dusty tome about the Problem, George being George.

“George,” you called, a wide grin spreading across your face. “I did it! I aced the test!”

George looked up from his book, his expression as neutral as ever, though you noticed a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Of course you did,” he said with a smirk slowly appearing. “Those cookies weren't for nothing.”

You laughed, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. “Do you know what we should do to celebrate?”

He stared at you for at least ten seconds, his features still.

“Cookies?”

“Cookies.”

I lowkey hate it, but I think it was a nice excercise, thank you for your request! I actually thought about some ideas during an exam, not sure if it was the best thing to do but what's done is DONE.

@neewtmas

(if you want/don't want to be tagged in the future, just tell me!)

#lockwood & co #george karim x reader #george karim x you #lockwood and co #relatable #studying is hard #baking as a love language #how is that not a tag #when that is #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george karim #netflix series #renew lockwood and co #please please please

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lenorahills · 9 months

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Hey! Just wanted to leave a quick note for ya! I absolutely adore your Mileven art! It always manages to brighten my day up when I see it.

These two losers are a huge comfort ship for me but fanart is from my experience rather scarce nowadays, so thanks for keeping my Mileven heart well fed! 💜💛

Aw thank you Anon! I’m gonna use this Ask to just share some thoughts and feelings so I hope you don’t mind. I am sorry I haven’t really been active here (or any of my other accounts for that matter) it’s just

1. I’m reconciling my feelings towards this show with the actions of some vocal disgusting z!onists being part of the cast and crew spreading hatred online. And with that I need to stress that separation from actor and character is what I abide by regardless of anything.

2. The fandom itself being rather quiet with production only just starting up again. Which I feel now can maybe allow me to be more active without as much petty discourse.

Going forward, I still love the show and really moreso now the dedicated fanbase in my corner with Mileven. I’m putting no effort into discourse and “ship wars” as it’s just time wasted. I also don’t think the actions of few reflect the whole. And it’s more than just “famous” people that contribute their creativity to Stranger Things. So many talented people who add to the series that don’t have a platform for hatred and bigotry to be shared and I think in general it’s important to remember that about any media production.

I still love the series and honestly now it’s hitting me that this is the final season with the news that (allegedly) ST5 is starts production again today. I’m gonna just enjoy what’s left of the show that is coming to an end. I’ll be around still drawing my fav losers too, Mike and El (and the others) from time to time. Here’s a wintery doodle. Thanks for reading :)

#Text #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Discussion #Mileven #El Hopper #Mike Wheeler #Mileven Art #ST5 #Ask #Anonymous #Answered

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silent-sanctum · 1 year

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Anon didn't pm me for their preference 🥲 however because of a reply and my choice of "playing safe" because I don't know how the fandom responds to a/b/o in tumblr, I'll be doing this for now. But if this fic does well, then I have an alternative omegaverse ft. Jotaro in mind 😏

So for now, here's a short fluffy au with alpha joots 😊

Loving Me - Jotaro x Reader

word count: 1.2k

Being in a stable relationship with an alpha was honestly a bit complicated than it should be.

Considering Jotaro was one of the institute’s most sought out alpha with a literal group of omegas fawning after him, it was a genuine surprise a stoic man such as he would find interest in a mere beta instead of the other omegas available around him.

You thought about what made you attractive to him in the first place. It wasn’t that you didn’t like having him around, it was just strange. You liked talking with him ever since you got paired for a project, it continued even after it’s finished, and you grew more confident when the alpha didn’t mind your constant talking- paying attention to you even.

Sooner than you realize, he wanted to be close to you and knowing how nice he was beneath his bad boy façade, you liked getting close to him as well.

For the first few weeks, you had no issues being with him. You felt proud that you managed to get him to be your lover.

But you couldn’t deny that every time you hung out with your boyfriend, you’d begin to feel a bit insecure about it. Not about the relationship itself, but about yourself.

Every time he’d hold you close to him as he napped, you would fret about how you didn’t have a scent that could make his inner wolf satiated. Every second he would walk around with you by his side, you’d begin to worry if you were making him bored with mundane things or if you were embarrassing him in public for making a perfect example of an alpha date a beta.

Every time he’d make love to you, there was always that voice in the back of your mind thinking about how you didn’t have the basic omega instincts that would bond with his alpha on a deeper level.

Whenever he’d nuzzle into your neck where the scent gland should be, it broke your heart for you to hear his low growl or whimper when he couldn’t smell you.

You tried not to think about it too much, you really did but the longer you stayed with him, the more consistent the voices of doubt started to bother you.

It’s been a year now since you’ve first gotten together with Jotaro and today was your first anniversary with him. He offered to take you to the park where cherry blossoms were in bloom and who were you to say no to his offer?

As you had wanted, you and Jotaro had a lovely time strolling down the place, admiring the falling pink petals around you while you shared conversations with your boyfriend along the way. To your relief, he would glance at you from time to time with a smile, adding to the conversation when appropriate so it wouldn't be one-way.

Though when you two would rest under the shade of a tree, you’d see other alpha-omega couples having a good time, laughing and being in love, likely basking in each other’s scents. All you could do was huddle closer to him, hoping he’d notice your affections despite your lacks.

Then there were the single omegas who would stray a bit too close to the raven-haired when you went to buy you both something, trying to woo him when they couldn’t smell someone else’s scent on him. He’d decline them with a hard ‘no’, but it was still a gnawing feeling to be known as a non-omega with an alpha in a crowd of “standard” couples.

By the end of the day, you entered your apartment with your head bowed while Jotaro stepped inside after you.

Insecurity was such a bitch sometimes, giving you so much things to overthink about with images of Jotaro being with a proper omega who would know how to placate the alpha in him.

“Y/N? You’ve been quiet nowadays,” he said as he sat beside you on the bed. “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head, putting up a smile. “Nothing’s wrong… I just have a lot in my mind.”

“Tell me.” A hand covered yours laying between you two, his thumb caressing the skin. “And don’t lie.”

Where to start… “Be honest, do you…,” you started with hesitation, but he remained patient. “I mean… are you happy being with me?”

“Hm?”

“I mean look at us, you’re an ideal image of an alpha who can intimidate and overpower most people, while I’m just a beta living life the best that I can.”

“I don’t care what your secondary gender is,” he said. “The reason why I like you so much is because you’re able to stand up against my bullshit, all while being one of the most competent in your work field. Whether you’re an alpha, beta, or omega, I’d not care at the slightest.”

You felt your eyes tear up and nodded. What Jotaro said was true- you were one of the best in the team, able to take charge of any situation and lead groups of people, demonstrating assertion and control like how one would define an alpha, while still possessing a caring and nurturing instinct similar to that of an omega.

And you know your boyfriend wouldn’t be the type to lie. He was always forward about his thoughts. You were aware of all of these so why start overthinking all of a sudden?

“Ah really…” you chuckled, wiping the unshed tears off your eyes. “And here you said you were shit at consolation.”

Jotaro huffed, looking away. “I am, but it’s not like you were asking for professional levels of counseling-!”

You threw your arms around him in the middle of his sentence, nuzzling against his scent gland while he secured you close to him. “True. I always like you helping me like this. It’s nice.”

Drawing back, you cupped his cheeks and gazed at his shining aquamarine eyes and minuscule smile. “But it’s still a shame I can’t appreciate what your scent is.” You drew back with a pout. “I heard that it’s kind of a built-in perfume that does loads of things to their significant others, like easing one’s emotional distress.”

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulder. “I’d like that right now, basking in whatever your scent is.”

“I’ll do what I can to ease you in a different way… but I appreciate your ideas on what I smell like…”

You hummed, nearly purring as Jotaro caressed your waist. “Still loving the thought of you smelling like earth rain and sea breeze. Do you remember your thoughts about mine though?”

Your boyfriend pressed his nose close to your neck, mirroring your movements from seconds ago. “Deep down, I like to think you’d have a calming chamomile scent with hints of vanilla mixed in the middle.”

“You really have a preference for vanilla stuff, huh pup?”

“Stop calling me that,” Jotaro grumbled as his cheeks and ears grew a faint red.

“Do you really want me to though?” You leaned close to his ear and whispered, coy and full of intent. “Alpha?”

A satisfying growl escaped your lover’s throat and his hold on you tightened, nearly causing you to whimper. “Now you’re tempting me again.”

“Perhaps…” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bracketing your legs around his waist. “That was my intention?”

“You minx,” Jotaro said, leaning to hover his lips before yours.

You smirked, muttering a quiet “yours only” before closing the space between.

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #you know at first i was planning on extending this where the reader becomes an omega down the line #but then i came to the conclusion that having the reader love and accept themselves in the relationship is better than changing for others #and i do omegaverse smut as well dont worry tis but an appetizer hhhhhh

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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the girl is mine

summary: the colonel has never liked you. he likes you even less with this special and suggests a quick divorce to free up elvis. you bear the brunt of elvis's aggravation on the matter. you're his, aren't you? fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley pairing: austin butler elvis x female reader rating: m. word count: 1423 warnings: throat fucking. possessiveness. 68 special elvis. the colonel being the colonel. mild hint of face fucking. oral ( m receiving, f implied/referenced ). reference to cheating but no one is cheating. author's note: welcome to the double dip day 29 for kinktober, throat fucking with austin!elvis. imagine who you want, this is supposed to be austin!elvis and imagines what happened post the "mmhmm" scene but can be read either way. i've got no other real comments to say other than woo i am almost done- in the middle of november- with kinktober ( at least the main parts since i had that tiny gaggle of double dips ). also at some point tonight you might end up seeing a little mood board for something i've been cooking up.

Once upon a time you're pretty sure that the Colonel was useful to Elvis. Once upon a time he helped your now husband navigate a world he was never a part of. Once upon a time he helped him shoot to the level of stardom that no one had ever seen before. He had his use once upon a time but nowadays you truly wonder what exactly is his use. Elvis's last films had flopped, Elvis was deliriously unhappy with the quality of work he was putting out and well- he was just unhappy in general, unfulfilled and you knew better than anyone that an unfulfilled Elvis was a dangerous Elvis.

Elvis had kept you in the dark as to what all exactly was happening in the special, telling you that he wanted to have you be just another audience member and saying "don't you be asking Jerry 'bout it, he ain't gonna tell you either." It's fun if you're being honest, usually you're at least mildly privy to the things your husband will do but not today. Of course, this meant that you wanted to go and congratulate him on what was one of the best shows you think he's ever done with some of the best singing you've ever heard and tell him how the entire crowd was obsessed with him.

But, then you hear it outside the door. You hear your husband's voice harden, you hear the Colonel threaten him and you fight the urge to storm in there, guns blazing to ever so delicately- truthfully not at all- punch that toad in the face. Before you can properly entertain the idea, the door is opening and the Colonel leaves but not before glancing at you with a huff and a shake of his head. You think maybe you should let Elvis cool off, knowing fully well that when he gets hotheaded that sometimes even you can't cool him down and you hate being on the receiving end of his frustration like this especially when you were in such a good mood. But you hear him muttering and you know that no, you ought to check on him.

"Baby?" Your voice is quiet when you enter the room but Elvis hears it nonetheless his facial features shifting from pure anger to something far more fond for a moment.

"Darlin'." He opens up his arms as if to ask you to come closer so that he can hug you and you oblige knowing you just want to do whatever it'll take to make him feel better. You'd like to talk about it, but- that might be better saved for later. "Colonel's- talking goddamn silliness again. Thinkin' I oughta divorce ya after that comment you made about the sewing machine and how you make a great wife but you'd rather hand stitch or have a professional do it in that one magazine."

You bite your lip in a bit of embarrassment before you shrug. "It's the truth though, I know even with those machines anything I turn out isn't gonna be half as good as what I can pay an honest working woman to do for me. Should be happy about it. I didn't say it wasn't a good-"

He chuckles, cutting you off. "You might as well have." He rubs at the back of his neck in thought before he sighs. "He thinks- He never has liked ya, thinks you're with me for all the wrong reasons, thinks you're sleeping with half the Mafia when you and I both know you wouldn't dream of that. Right Mama?"

There's a pause where you lick your lips and ponder before nodding. It's in the moment that you look up and see Elvis's eyes looking just a little more stormy than they already were that you realize your playful pause was a mistake. You open your mouth to say something before he places his finger on top of your lips.

"Not a peep out of you darlin'. I know the Colonel ain't right because you've been a good girl. You are a good girl. Always take my cock so well. Always let me get my fill of ya." He moves to grasp your chin, pulling you in for a soft kiss that quickly turns into him nipping at your lower lip. "Can I use you right now, darlin'? Get what I need out of you for right now? I'll give you a present at the end."

You should say no, you should say no because usually when Elvis is like this and asks you a question like that you end up doing something that you really shouldn't have. But- he's your husband and truth be told- the idea of having a promised present at the end fills you with enough excitement that you nod your head slowly. "How do you want me, baby?"

He shakes his head as he bites at his lips. "On your knees for me." He pulls at the tie on his robe, revealing that he isn't wearing a stitch of clothing underneath. You gulp as if it's your first time as you sink to your knees. You should wait until Elvis is ready, should wait until he pulls your mouth onto his cock but you don't, you see how he's for some reason already hardening just by looking at you on the floor so you start to wrap your lips around the tip earning a moan from him.

"Satnin." He groans, his hand moving to cup the back of your head, cupping your neck in an effort to get you to take more of him into your mouth. He knows he could get you to deep throat him immediately, you'd adjust but he's trying to be gentle. As if you can hear him being worried about the need to be gentle you look up at him and relax your throat, a hand moving on top of his giving him permission.

It's all the permission he needs, his fingers somehow gripping at your hair in whatever way he can and pushing your mouth further down his cock until he feels the tip of him against the back of your throat. You're coughing around his cock a little, trying to adjust even as you swear he's becoming girthier than he already was. The temptation to shut your eyes is there but you resist making sure to train your eyes on Elvis even as you try and make a swallowing motion knowing that the few times you've done it before Elvis has seemed to enjoy it.

The way his hand tightens and tries to yank at your hair tells you that you made the right decision. His thrusts into your mouth are sloppy as he mumbles above you words that are truly going in one ear and out the other with you catching snippets about "the colonel" "best girl" "my wife" and you start to clench your thighs together, your hand moving down to between your legs before he does a particularly rough thrust that has him hitting the back of your throat with enough force you can't help but stop breathing for a moment.

"Don't- Goddamn- sorry darlin' but don't you be touching what's mine. Gonna take care of you like I always do. You just wait a few minutes." He mutters, shutting his eyes for a moment as if to stave off the inevitable that is coming barreling faster than he intends it to.

Now that you know that you being touched depends on him coming first, you hum around his cock, the vibrations causing him to still for just a moment before an almost inhuman growl leaves his body, the thrusts and the pulling and pushing of your head on his cock reaching an almost fever pitch as you try and keep up, your tongue moving and your mouth just focusing on the task at hand. It doesn't take too long until you feel him coming while he's at the back of your throat, the salt and warmth of it coating your mildly abused throat as you try and not cough too much, as you try and not waste too much.

When Elvis pulls you off his cock, you think he's going to say something before you feel him picking you up and just setting you on the vanity behind the two of you and pulling down your underwear. Your voice is a little rough when you speak. "Elvis?"

"We'll talk later. Think I promised you a present, didn't I?"

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stormblessed95 · 1 year

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Has your interest in BTS / jikook / Jimin / Jungkook declined since solo era has started? Have you noticed any trend like that in the fandom?

My tl gets unusually quiet nowadays which makes me wonder if everyone's kind of ia nowadays, or if twitter is just bugging out, or if it just means it's time to find new accounts to follow.

For me overall, I feel like the number of casual BTS fans has greatly increased and is still doing so despite their hiatus because of their solo works but I do feel like the core fandom that used to be so involved in organised fan events, voting, edits etc has actually shrunk recently. I'm also unsure if people are just on a temporary hiatus themselves as they're more invested in group activities only or if they've permanently left. People leaving is normal of course, but when the number who leave >> new people who join, that's a sign of the fandom weakening.

For me personally, I've just got a lot going on, so I'm not participating vocally in fandom spaces as much as I used to. I have a bookstagram account on insta that had quite a bit of a following that I haven't posted on in MONTHS. I just haven't had the time! Lol so it's not just tumblr/bts/jikook. I promise. I talked about what I've got going on briefly here:

So as for fandom trends in chapter 2, I haven't been keeping up with it unfortunately, so im probably not the best person to ask. I HAVE been keeping up with BTS, their debuts, their solos, their interviews, voting, etc. Just not so much with ARMY/what ARMY has been thinking outside my very carefully curated feed as much as I used to right now.

So has my interest in BTS/jikook faded? Not at all. Has my interest in WRITING about it on here faded? A bit. I had some not so great experiences on here this year that soured my joy of this hobby just a bit. As well as just how incredibly busy and exhausting my life is right now, its just not a priority for me and I'm leaning more into my fantasy escapism of books and fanfic more than I am writing in general and writing here about jikook at the moment. But I like to think that once my life chills out a bit more again, I will find more joy in this space again. And my interest hasn't gone away either, I still like being here and engaging with yall when I have the time and energy to do so!

I do think chapter 2 is bringing forth a fandom explosion in the way of solos and BTS doing more to insist on breaking the bubbles fans like to seem to put them in, but otherwise, idk what else to say. I don't think the fandom is weakening either. Jikook both just hit number 1 on billboard recently and all of BTS have been breaking records left snd right with their solo work! That's impressive stuff as always and the sign of a still very active and involved fanbase

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faerynova · 2 years

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Eret takes his hand,

fandom: Dream SMP length: 2.6k rating: T (for swearing) relationships: Foolish & Eret tags: fluff, flashbacks, dancing

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hi hi @eternalduos ! this is your gift for the @mcytblrholidayexchange. i hope you like it!

Eret wishes they could enjoy parties more than they do right now, but the thing is, all the ones they attend nowadays are stuffy political events that are either completely mind numbing or have enough drama to give Eret a days-long migraine. They’ve definitely lost a lot of the love they had for parties before taking the throne.

Though, certain things are making them more enjoyable again, they admit to themself as they see Foolish approach through the crowd of nobles. He stands a head taller above everyone else, still getting startled looks even though he’s now a regular presence in the castle.

He bows so low it’s mocking. “My Lord, may I have this dance?”

“Lord?” Eret feigns offense, hand to their chest. “I’ll have you know, I’m King.”

Something flashes across Foolish’s face, and though they still haven’t been able to pinpoint the exact emotions, it’s the same split-second reaction he always gives when they don’t remember something. They don’t have time to wonder what it was they could have forgotten with that exchange before he smiles and rolls his eyes at them. “Fine then, Your Majesty, may I have this dance?”

They smile. “You may.”

Eret takes his hand,

(Eret takes his hand, having to reach up to keep his arm at the right level while Foolish’s hangs down. “You’re too tall,” they grumble. They’re hardly trying to be quiet on purpose, but they feel drowned out even when the music and dancing is far away from where they stand on the fringes of the town square.

“You’re the one still growing,” Foolish retaliates. “But I don’t think it matters, does it?”

“I’m a reasonable height for my age. You’re just a giant. Why do they make you guys so big anyway?”

Foolish just shrugs.

They roll their eyes, though they know Foolish can’t see it through their sheer blindfold. “Well we’re supposed to hold hands like this.” They shake the hand still clasped to Foolish’s. “And hold each other’s shoulders with the other.” They reach up, but can only get to Foolish’s bicep. It’s so not fair.

“I can just hold both your hands,” he suggests, doing exactly that.

“But that’s not how you’re supposed to do it.”

“Well, there’s not much else we can do here.” Foolish tilts his head at them and a sly grin creeps across his face. “What is it mortals tell their children? You need to drink milk or you won’t grow tall?”

“I’m not a child—!” Eret cuts off as their voice jumps an octave.

“Oh, my bad!” Foolish clears his throat dramatically. “Please, O Dark Lord of Chaos and Destruction and Squeaky Voices, I beg of you to forgive this humble totem for speaking out of—OW!”

Eret kicks Foolish’s shin a second time for good measure before grumbling “I never should have taught you sarcasm.”

“You didn’t teach me jack shit, you little brat!” Foolish laughs and grabs both their hands again, firmer this time, but they could yank away if they really wanted to. “Come on, do you wanna dance or not?”

Eret doesn’t pout. They don’t. “…Yes.”)

(Eret takes his hand, narrowly avoiding slipping the last rung of the ladder. Foolish hauls him up the rest of the way to the safety of the roof.

“You good?” Foolish asks as Eret brushes bits of dirt off his pant leg.

“Fine. My shoes just don’t have as much grip as I thought.”

“Aha! I told you they’d be a pain! See where cute shoes get you?”

“Well usually, I wouldn’t be scaling buildings in them. This was your idea.”

“And you should have taken your shoes off for it.”

Eret doesn’t bother responding to him, just taps his sunglasses to vanish them into his inventory so he can look up at the stars properly. It’s been a while since he’s really gotten to look up and appreciate the night sky, what with the persistent clouds and on-and-off rain the past few months. The anxiety of someone seeing his eyes is still there, it always is, but the nighttime and whole roof thing mitigates it somewhat.

Eret doesn’t have the same luxury Foolish does; even the most secluded of backwater villages know exactly what their blank eyes mean, so he’s not safe to take off his sunglasses except when they’re completely alone like this. Meanwhile, only a handful of people have recognized Foolish as a totem while they’ve been traveling, with far less extreme reactions. No one in this town seems to have any knowledge of totems, so they check off his solid red eyes as divine or some other flavor of magic and respectfully keep their distance.

“Oh hey, they’re playing music now!” Foolish exclaims. The sounds from the tavern below are muted, carried through windows left open to savor the pleasant weather before the rain inevitably comes back, but still loud enough to hear the melody over the rowdy patrons.

“Damn. Just as we left, too.”

“Do you wanna go back down?”

“Nah. More room up here.” Eret smiles and offers his hand. “May I?”

Foolish grins back, taking his hand and sliding into the lead position. “You absolutely may.”)

(Eret takes his hand, tugging him down to sit with her on the grass, still damp from the morning dew. The sunrise has long passed, but they wouldn’t have been able to see it through the trees regardless. Eret thinks this is more beautiful anyway, watching the light filter through the leaves and fog in thick stripes for hours instead of the split-second sunrise.

“We’re not going back, are we,” Foolish sighs.

“No.” People don’t take kindly when they catch on to what Eret is. This city had been no different. Thankfully, between their two inventories, they managed to save the most important of their belongings when they fled the proverbial torches and pitchforks.

Though, she’s sure they’ll burn their house down at some point even though they’re long gone. The way Eret affects her surroundings after living in a space long enough, it will remain “haunted” for quite some time.

Foolish hums and drops his head on Eret’s shoulder. “How long till you think they forget about us?”

“Depends. I think all first-hand witnesses will have to be dead, at least.” A beetle crawls over her shoe. She carefully picks it up and watches it skitter over her fingers. “But I don’t think I want to come back even after that.”

She drops the beetle on Foolish’s face, who gives her an exasperated look before flicking it back into the grass. “That doesn’t work on me anymore.”

“Your face looked lonely.”

“Your face looks stupid.”

“Ouch. My pride. How will I ever recover,” Eret says in the most monotone and unimpressed voice she can muster. “Scoot.” She nudges him off of her and lays down. The grass is long enough to brush her cheeks. Foolish’s familiar weight settles on her again as he lays down across her stomach.

Eret supposes that they’ll be going back to their ramshackle base. It’s been, what, six or seven years? It’ll be a bitch to clean up. No doubt there’s bugs everywhere. But once again she’s glad they have a place to go back to when needed, no matter how dingy. They definitely need the time alone to recuperate after... all that.

Maybe they should just leave it behind altogether. At least for a little while.

“We should build a house.”

“We’ve got a house,” Foolish points out. “Kind of.”

“A real house. I’m tired of living in cities and traveling.” Eret sweeps her hand out, gesturing to the still-waking-up forest. “Someplace like this. Far enough away that people won’t notice things are too off about us. Close enough to visit, though. Get supplies and things.”

The gears turn in his head so loudly that Eret can practically hear them. “We could probably build something pretty big if it’s out here…”

She knows what he’s asking. It’s kind of funny that even after all this time he still stumbles and has trouble with wanting things, and consequently asking for what he wants in a straightforward way. But all in all, the fact that he’s capable of wanting things at all shows incredible progress. When Eret first met him, he couldn’t even conceptualize the idea of it. Totems aren’t usually capable of wanting, after all.

And she knows all too clearly that on top of that, Foolish probably feels embarrassed about wanting this particular thing.

“It can be kind of like a temple,” she offers, because she knows he won’t say it. “It would just be for us, after all. It can look however we want.”

She can’t see Foolish, but she can hear his most certainly sheepish smile in his words. “Not much of a temple without worshipers.”

“You’ll get them soon. I know you will.”

His voice grows softer, almost a whisper. “Maybe you will too.”)

(Eret takes his hand, stepping through the door of their brand-new, permanent home.)

(Eret takes his hand, closing their eyes as instructed. Foolish fiddles with slipping something cold over their hand and settling it on their wrist.

“Okay, you can open them.”

They do so. The cold something is a gold bracelet—a simple but elegant solid band that only breaks to wrap around little smooth gems that Eret thinks might be quartz, but they don’t know enough about crystals to really tell.

“Happy hundred and ninety-si—ssseeeventh birthday?” Foolish cringes.

“Ninety fourth,” they correct him with a chuckle, but their eyes are glued to the shimmering gold on their wrist. “This is gorgeous.”

“You think so?”

“I love it. Where did you get this?”

Eret looks up to see Foolish’s beaming smile. “I made it!”

“You made this? When—how?”

“You remember Jenith? The guy in town who—"

“The one with the cats, yes.”

“Yeah! So, he does jewelry and stuff, and I asked if he could teach me!”

Eret listens intently while Foolish rambles about how, exactly, he made the bracelet—techniques and materials and tools and what parts he found easy or difficult. They don’t entirely follow everything Foolish says, but they’re happy to nod along. Eret just keeps staring at the bracelet.

They aren’t sure why they’re so surprised. It’s not like Foolish has never made anything before, but this feels different than building their home. It’s not that their home isn’t beautiful, but Foolish making something beautiful simply for the sake of being beautiful… and all for them—they don't know how to put that into proper words. Foolish was never built to create. Eret is so proud of him.)

(Eret takes his hand, assuming the lead position while Foolish falls into step next to her in time with the rhythm.)

(Eret takes his hand, prying it away from his face. “You’re going to smudge your eyeliner if you keep doing that.”

“It feels weird,” Foolish complains. “How do you wear this all the time?”

Eret dabs her brush in the bowl again and continues applying the lapis-blue paste onto Foolish’s eyelids. “You get used to the feeling. It becomes background noise, just like clothes.”

“Sounds fake.”

“I promise. Besides, this is definitely worth it, yes?” Eret picks up the mirror and faces it towards him.

Foolish examines himself. “Oh, huh. I look great, actually.”)

(Eret takes his hand, then yelps as Foolish yanks him to his feet.

“Come on, you can’t mope about it forever!” Foolish chides him.

“I’m not moping.”

“Sure you are. Moping and pouty. Just like when you were a little kid.”

“Foolish—”

“O Dark Lord of Pouty Faces—”

Eret snorts and shoves his face away. “Foolish—”

Foolish is relentless, ruffling Eret’s hair and knocking his sunglasses off. “Dark Lord of Overthinking and Being Dumb—!”

Eret finally gets the upper hand, reaching around his shoulders and grabbing Foolish’s collar from behind to yank his shirt up and over his head, then shoving him to the floor.

Eret huffs and dusts off his hands. “Anything else?”

“Dark Lord of Kicking My Ass. Ow.”

Eret gives a petty little hmph! in triumph.

...Right before Foolish sweeps his leg and lays Eret flat out on the floor with him.)

(Eret takes his hand, knuckles white with how hard he’s gripping Foolish’s metallic skin. “How bad is it?”

“Not that deep.” He squeezes Eret’s hand back. His voice is as steady as ever. “The bleeding has already pretty much stopped.”

Eret sucks in a sharp breath as Foolish prods the wound on his side. “Hurts like a bitch for it to be not that deep,” he groans.

“We’ve got a lot of regen. Hopefully it’ll heal up pretty quick after this.” Foolish slips his hand out of Eret’s vice grip so he can fetch said regen to pour on the new bandages.)

(Eret takes his hand, letting Foolish spin her into a low dip. Then, he promptly lets go so she falls ass first on the sand. She throws a fistful of said sand in his face when he laughs at her, though she can’t help but laugh too.)

(Eret takes his hand, and she rests her head against his chest as they begin to sway to the music.)

(Eret takes his hand, making sure to)

(Eret takes his hand, although he)

(Eret takes his hand, and)

(Eret takes his hand,)

and the disjointed memories leave as quickly as they came, making their heart clench and their lungs stutter.

“Eret?”

They remember how to breathe a moment later than they would like, feeling lightheaded trying to catch their breath. “Sorry, sorry. I’m fine. Just another—more memories, rather.”

“Oookay, let’s get you out of here before you fall over.” Foolish pulls them aside, his grip on their arm strong and ready to support them if they stumble. Eret doesn’t stumble (at least they’re mostly sure they don’t), but the reassuring touch is always welcome.

He leads them a short while down the hall and into a servant’s passage that leads to an office. Eret would say it’s overkill, but their reactions to old memories aren’t always the most pleasant. They wave him off when he tries to help them sit down on a chair, but he still hovers close by.

“How are you doing? Gonna pass out?”

“We…” Eret shakes their head, trying to clear their thoughts. “We’ve danced together quite a bit, haven’t we.”

“Yep. We’ve talked about it before,” he reminds them.

“We learned together,” they murmur distantly.

Foolish snaps his fingers in their face. “Okay, okay, roll it back to the present. Do you feel like you’re gonna pass out?” He asks again.

Eret huffs a laugh. “No.”

“Okay. Dizzy or anything?”

“I think I’m alright now.”

“Nice.” Foolish nods, finally satisfied. “Okay now we can download. You wanna talk about it? Questions?”

Eret has to think about it a moment. It was a lot, it’s definitely going to take a while to process, but nothing jumps out at them that they can’t figure out the context for on their own. “Probably later.”

“Alright, later.” Foolish smiles, his skin wrinkling at the edges of his eyes. They never did that before, back when he really was solid gold and didn’t only look it.

The sound of a drum starting up all the way back in the banquet hall makes both of them startle. “Hm. This office really ought to be better soundproofed.” Eret turns to Foolish, ready to ask him his opinion on how to do so, but finds him squinting at the door like it has the secrets to the universe. “Foolish?”

He turns to them with that bright, toothy grin that they’ll never get tired of. “Do you still want that dance?”

They smile. “Of course.”

Eret takes his hand,

#eternalduo #foolish gamers #the eret #dsmp #faesketch #faewrit #fic #bw

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newlacesleeves · 1 month

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✨💖Positivity chain! List 5 to 10 things that make you smile and explain why! Then send this to others to let them know they make you smile✨💖

thank you for thinking of me! :)

alright 5 more things that make me smile let's go (what does it say about me that thinking of 15 things that make me smile has become a challenge omg)

(re)discovering really good music -- a forgotten favorite song comes on the radio or i hear a band/song i never heard before and connect with it (shout out grapevine gossip new post hardcore band that sounds like dgd!!) i'm just like yeahhhhh yeah that's good stuff.

okay fine. johnny lawrence. i think about him whenever i need a serotonin boost seeing him brings me more joy than it should my brain cracks whenever he comes into view he's the light of my life, my sun and stars, only man to ever exist, etc.

that feeling i get when i cleaned my living space and now i can just...sit in it. just do absolutely nothing but sit in a clean and organized space and relax it's so nice.

my family!! -- can't believe i didn't say that one already but i have a very large family (siblings + cousins) and i am very lucky to have a super tight bond with almost everyone in it but especially my dad and my sisters. plus my own little family of my husband and kiddo and dog.

comments and kudos on old works of mine on ao3 -- just knowing that fandom has shifted to this very quiet space nowadays, the fact that anyone who read something i created felt compelled enough to click a button or send a comment, especially on a work that's like 2+ years old, like wow thank you for that i'm all mushy!

#asks #darthdisco

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amchara · 10 months

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I'm a bit late with this but thanks for the tag @whenshesayshush!

How many works do you have on ao3?

71 (with an additional 10+ on ff.net, and a lot of scattered on livejournal and elsewhere on tumblr, as I am old-school)

What’s your total ao3 word count?

357,732

What fandoms do you write for?

Active: Fate: The Winx Saga, The Shadowhunter Chronicles, Shadow and Bone/Grishaverse

Past: Supernatural, Harry Potter, Gossip Girl, Star Trek (movieverse), misc smaller fandoms

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Effortless (TSC)

Trouble Seems to Follow (TSC)

Something I Need (Shadowhunters TV/TSC)

When I Go Quiet, You Say I Look Good in the Silence (TSC)

Hideaway (Fate: The Winx Saga)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! But I've really fallen behind in the last year - it's not great. But I aim to reply to most comments even if they are massively late. I feel if someone has taken the time to leave a lovely comment, I should acknowledge it.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is hard to choose because many of my stories have bittersweet endings or endings where ultimately it may end up being okay but by the current end of the fic, it's ambiguous.

In terms of longer stories, Trouble Seems to Follow leaves the main pairing in limbo, with secrets between them that are almost certainly going to have terrible consequences. Or maybe A Darkly Lit Path as the corruption arc is set up but never full explored.

Overall- it may be, You Have to Let Go, one of the Whumptober 2021 ficlets but lol, pretty much that whole series is an an angst-athon. I kill major characters, there's several possessions, some deals with demons, etc.

But I was looking through my archive and umm, yes. Many many angsty stories. The next question is going to be interesting to answer.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Heh. So the thing is, I rarely write pure fluff. Big believer in making the characters work for their happy ending! Ummm - let's go with For How Long. My fav The Last Hours pairing was not going to be canon, so I wrote them a happy ending.

Do you get hate on fics?

Nope. I've had a couple comments where commenters seemed confused on why I wrote certain characters or situations but they've never been hateful.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep! I used to write more mindfuck/hate-fuck and dub-con inhibition lowering fics but I think nowadays I tend to write smut where it's integrated as a conduit for exploring messy, intense feelings, and some good examples would be Talking Bodies and Shadow to the Light.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Very occasionally! I think the craziest one I wrote was a loooong time ago. A Black Donnellys/Supernatural crossover called Shake on Your Luck about Dean winning some luck in a poker game with a leprechaun and I had an absolute blast writing it in a folkloric, storytelling style!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A long time ago in Harry Potter, I wrote a few. More recently @belle-keys and I started a co-writing project that may or may not ever see the light of day, but it's been fun so far! I've also done some collabs on Big Bangs - most recently with @widadsadki and @skloomdumpster. I enjoy them! But wouldn't consider myself a regular co-writer.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Let's go with one of my longest-standing ships, who I've never written for but they likely inform/influence a LOT of my id when I'm writing - Eugenides/Irene from the Queen's Thief series.

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

None! I still have plans to return to all my current WIPs on Ao3, it just may take time.

What are your writing strengths?

Worldbuilding/expanding on canon. Exploring minor character backgrounds. Characters finding catharsis through challenging situations. Angsty/ambiguous endings.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Straightforward happy endings or fluff/slice of life fics. Humorous writing, I don't feel I'm often great at dialogue - sometimes it does click but I have to work at it. My writing background is journalistic so my style feels often quite 'workmanlike' and sturdy without being lyrical.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it before but only in languages I have passing knowledge of - French and Spanish. I don't have strong feelings either way if authors do it?

First fandom you wrote for?

The second Xman movie, X2. Yes, the one that came out in 2003. Yes, I've now been writing fanfic for 20 years!

Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ooh, this is the toughest question - I think stylistically Effortless and Confluence are my best works and so they are probably my favourites. But I have a fondness for Love Letter Scorecard too!

Tagging: I think most people in FTWS fandom have done this oen so- let's go with TSC and other fandoms @themimsyborogove, @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone, @bookishjules @lifeofbrybooks, @jesse-is-spiralling @dontmindmyshadowhunting and anyone else who'd like to do it!

#fanfic writer #fanfiction #tag game #writing tag game #my fanfic

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starstruckkittensweets · 1 year

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“Kisses in the Morning Rain” Pt. V

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Eren x Reader Words: 5k

Warnings: Season 4 spoilers (mostly for Part 1), canon divergence, Reader is a Titan Shifter, open discrimination against Eldians and Paradis, references to depression and coping with PTSD, Reader has unhealthy feelings towards her life and her Titan (and the choices she’s made)

A/N: Ooh boy, it’s been quite a while since I’ve visited this story! I’ve been thinking and sitting on this chapter for a while, it’s taken forever for me to actually sit down and write it and edit it. I’ve been teasing Reader and Eren’s “official” reunion for an extremely long time and finally it’s here! There’s a little bit of angst and a hint of old feelings that may or may not be completely gone at this point. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Taglist: @ranitani, @katsies, @dream-alittlebiggerdarling, @lattebabie

“Kisses in the Morning Rain” Masterlist

The castle is silent the night after Shiganshina. Dark and empty, a far cry from the previous night. You still remember the celebration the Survey Corps had thrown, with the newfound support from the Reeves Company and the citizens of Trost. Lanterns had been lit; meat had been shared; mugs of ale clanked together, spilling little droplets across the tables and floors. You remember sitting at the table close to the center of the room, with Eren and Mikasa and Armin, and the rest of the kids from the 104th Training Corps. Sasha had gone crazy over the tantalizing scent of meat (as expected), forcing Jean and Connie to tie her up until she calmed down. You remember heading outside with Eren and the others, staring up at the stars that lingered over the city of Trost. You remember bidding them goodnight before heading back to the barracks—only for a hand on your shoulder to stop you once you reached the door.

“Follow me,” Eren whispered with a smile, and the two of you set off for Trost in the middle of the night, plunking down your savings for a room in a tavern, sharing a bed for the first time ever.

And quite possibly, the last time ever.

Now, the base is eerily quiet, with only ten Scouts left alive after the whole ordeal in Shiganshina. Commander Hanji and Levi are in Erwin’s office—Hanji’s office, you suppose now—and Jean, Connie, and Sasha are fast asleep in the barracks, huddled close together. Mikasa and Armin are somewhere around here, probably with Eren in the castle, and you don’t know where Floch could be; and frankly, you aren’t really interested.

Zeke’s words from earlier spiral around in your mind. You can feel your Titan’s power growing beneath your skin, practically begging to be let out. After five years, it’s remained dormant beneath your human skin, worn out and left unused after all this time.

Fine’s face flashes behind your eyes. How is she faring nowadays? She’s still so young—only six years old when you left Marley. You still remember the tears that spilled from her eyes, her little arms wound tightly around your waist as she begged her sister not to go. Both her mother and father assured her it was for the good of the family, for the good of Marley, and that you would be back home soon enough. But she’d refused to let go, sobbing into the skirt of your dress and begging to come along with you.

She should be eleven now. Is she still waiting for you to return home? Or has she given up on waiting and assumes you’ve been killed?

You think of Zeke and Reiner, who are waiting for you just on the shore of the island, at the southernmost tip. Zeke expects you to come along with them. After all, how will you ever see your beloved sister again if you don’t join them on the journey home?

Returning to Marley is the last thing you want to do. You don’t want to live that life anymore, as heir to the Tybur family, holder of the War Hammer Titan, secret ruler of the nation of Marley from the shadows. You want to live here for the rest of your life, as a member of the Survey Corps. As a friend to Mikasa and Armin, and the other 104th kids. As a friend to Eren, and maybe something more someday…

But if it’s for Fine…

The choice is yours to make: remain here on this island and never return to your home across the sea, and running the risk of burning in hell along with the rest of these island devils…or going home to see your family again, your sister again, and fulfilling your duty as Lady Tybur, heir to your family’s bloodline, and quite possibly the future ruler of Marley itself.

A deep breath rattles your chest. You’ve made your decision.

As quietly as you can, you slip out the barracks and close the door softly behind you. You can’t exactly take a horse with you, lest you draw any suspicion and lead someone to come looking for you. You’ll have to travel on foot, and then transform into your Titan once you’re far away from Shiganshina. Then, you’ll be able to catch up with Zeke and Reiner before dawn breaks.

You pull the hood of your cape over your head, giving you an extra sense of security through the shadows. Hidden in the nearby forest is a set of ODM gear, placed inside the hollow of a tree earlier in the day. You wanted to be prepared, no matter what you decided to choose for yourself.

The first few minutes pass in absolute silence. Not even the wind whistles through the trees. You hug your cape closer to your chest, blocking out the slight breeze that ruffles your hair.

It’s easy to slip through the outer gate of Trost when the guard is drunk and half-asleep. He mumbles something incoherently as you show your Scout’s badge and mumble something about, “Late night patrol of the Walls.” He’s too wasted to question you, simply nodding you along and not even batting an eye as you scale the surface with your ODM gear.

You keep your footsteps light as you walk along the top of the Wall, half admiring the view of the valley below, and half debating whether or not the choice you’ve made is the right one. As much as you want to go home and see Fine again, you don’t feel comfortable leaving the Scouts in the middle of the night. Perhaps you should head back, at least leave a note so they know not to worry about you…

No. That’ll only worsen the pain. It’s best to just leave like this for now, leaving no trace for them to follow. It’s harsh, but it’s more merciful than giving them a false sense of hope of finding you.

Mindless Titans don’t move at night, as long as they’re not summoned by the Beast Titan. So you should be safe for the majority of the trek to Shiganshina. Zeke knows you’re on your way, so he won’t go out of his way to cause too much trouble. At least, you hope he won’t.

You wait a few more minutes in the dark, waiting for the guard to lumber off in search of more alcohol, before sliding down the base of the Wall. You catch yourself with your hooks just in time, lowering yourself to the grass.

One more look at the city of Trost, from over your shoulder. You swallow hard, press your palms to your cheeks, and take a deep breath.

Time to get going.

There’s a forest on the other side of the valley just outside of Trost. Once you make it there, you’ll be able to use your ODM gear to move around, instead of running on foot the entire way to Shiganshina. It won’t be a hard journey, as much as it’ll be time consuming. But at least you’ll be able to get there by—

A twig snaps behind you. Suddenly you’re twirling around on your feet, blade in hand, and grabbing the person by the collar of their shirt.

Eren stares back at you, mouth agape and eyes wide with disbelief.

Your stomach drops to your shoes. Oh no…

Out of everyone within the Walls who could’ve found you trying to escape…Eren is the last person you wanted to see you like this.

Did he follow you all the way from the castle? How did he get past the guard at Trost? He’s wearing his own ODM gear, so he obviously came prepared…

But why does it have to be him that finds you? Why is it always him?

“…Eren—”

“You’re going with them, aren’t you?”

You wince, shame coiling in the pit of your stomach. You lower the blade at once, taking a step back. “Eren, listen to me…” But the words don’t come. What could you possibly say that would make this situation better, for either of you at this point? What could you say that would make him not despise you for the rest of his life?

His fists tremble at his sides; green eyes burn with fury in the darkness. You stretch your fingers out to him—the ones not holding the blade—but he curls away at once, snarling in your direction.

“Was it all a lie? Were you just pretending to be one of us? Just so you wouldn’t get dragged down with them?!”

Your chest aches at the memories of Reiner and Bertholdt, looking at you with that same glint of betrayal in their eyes. The same one that swims in Eren’s gaze right now, through the silver shimmer of tears.

“Eren, it’s not like that, I promise! I have to go home, or else I—”

“This is your home! With the Scouts! With Armin and Mikasa!”

With me.

“Eren, I can’t stay here forever! I have family waiting for me!” The tears are hot and heavy against your cheeks, streaming down like little waterfalls. There’s no way around it; you have to break his heart. Or else he’ll never let you leave.

“But we’re your family, aren’t we?!”

You think of Sasha and Connie, skilled soldiers but still children at heart. You think of Jean, who always teases Eren and manages to get on his nerves. You think of Armin, loving him like the brother you never had, crying over him when you thought he was gone for good. You think of Mikasa, not exactly a sister but much more than a friend—an idol, a shoulder to cry on, someone worth having at your side.

And you think of Eren, and the promise you made to each other last night in the tavern.

“…You are. But I have to go, or else there won’t be another chance for me to leave.”

A heavy silence falls over the two of you. You stand there in the heart of the forest, panting hard, with sweat gleaming along your forehead. Eren is the same, more or less, his fists shaking at his sides.

“So that’s it then, huh?” His voice is dangerously low when he finally speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re leaving for good, even after everything?”

Everything: the battle for Trost, the clash with the Armored and Colossal Titans, the secrets of the Reiss family, the fight for Shiganshina. You wish you could go back in time and relive it all, as long as it means keeping Eren at your side.

“Yes,” your voice is icy when you respond. “I am.”

Eren suddenly explodes, eyes blazing with anger. “I trusted you! We all did! And you’re just going to leave like it’s nothing?!”

You remember the promise, made in the darkness of the tavern, as the gentle rain fell beyond the window. Your dream of marrying him and living together in a little cabin, in a forest much like this one, will never die. Even after what happens tonight, you know it’ll always stay with you, begging to be fulfilled.

No. You have your duties back at home. A family to please. A nation to govern. A sister to see.

“I’m sorry.”

Your voice catches in your throat on the last word, as the tears finally spill down Eren’s cheeks. You suck in a breath, sheathe your blade at once, and start running through the trees towards Shiganshina, fighting tears the whole way there.

Eren doesn’t follow you; not that you expect him to. Still, you don’t look back, until the sun creeps over the horizon. Finally, standing on the outskirts of Shiganshina, you glance over your shoulder at the lands of Wall Rose behind you.

And bid farewell to the life you once knew—to the boy you once loved with all your heart.

“Eren.”

His hair has grown out quite a bit—you remember seeing it in the battle of Liberio—now tied back in a messy bun, with loose brown strands framing his forehead. He’s taller, now that you see him up close, with a firm layer of muscle built around his arms and legs. An olive green coat, similar to the ones Hanji and Armin wore when they visited you, hugs his chest and shoulders, showing off the outline of his muscles.

…He’s bigger than you remember. Taller. Stronger. Dangerous.

He says nothing at all, not even when you press your face against the bars, squinting at him through the faint light of the lantern above.

“Eren,” you try again, and this time he looks you in the eye…but you don’t know what else to say.

What could you possibly say to him at this point?

Nothing. The word swirls around in your head, making your stomach churn as it rears its ugly head. Nothing will make it better. Nothing will make him love you, or even like you anymore. Nothing will heal the wounds you’ve inflicted on him. Nothing will mend the ties you’ve severed between you two.

You can do nothing, except watch as every promise you’ve ever made and dream you’ve ever had crumble to dust around you.

“Armin mentioned he was planning to visit you.” His voice is deeper, and you curse as goosebumps prickle along your arms at the sound. “He said I should come, too…just in case.”

Just in case what? But you’re too stunned to speak, too afraid you’ll break the spell and suddenly he’ll be gone, and this will all turn out to be a silly dream.

Eren heaves a breath, pressing his back against the damp wall of the dungeon. He stares at you, eyes drifting from the top of your head, to your hands clenched around the iron bars, to the shreds of the skirt of your dress—and finally back to your eyes once more.

“You tried to kill me.”

“You tried to do the same to me,” he replies, voice as cold as ice.

Anger sears through your veins at his passive tone. “You killed my uncle, Willy Tybur.”

For a moment, you think you see a flash of pain in Eren’s eyes. But it’s gone in the blink of an eye, leaving you wondering if you truly saw it in the first place.

“I didn’t know. I didn’t know he was your family—that you were…”

The War Hammer Titan, you finish silently for him. Your fingers tremble against the iron bars—from rage or sadness, you aren’t sure.

“Well, I am.”

“…So Reiner was right about you back then, wasn’t he?”

Your throat closes up, tongue thick with tears. How desperately you want to go back to those days, when life was filled with simple pleasures and tiny victories. When you found the strength to smile with the people around you. When you found the courage to love one of those island devils your home country spit on from across the sea.

“…Yeah, he was right.” No point in hiding from it now, is there? “I’ve had the War Hammer since I was ten years old. But…I never had to use it on the island.”

At least, you didn’t want to use it. You never wanted to use your family’s greatest weapon, even if it was for the good of Marley. Even if it protected you from those filthy island devils.

An awkward silence settles over the two of you; the only sounds nearby are the crackling of the lantern’s flame, and the echoing drip down the damp hall. Eren slowly sinks to the ground, crossing his legs beneath him as he takes a seat. You follow his lead, not missing the way his eyes travel down to the torn scraps of your dress. You’ve been stuck in this dress for days now—you desperately need a change.

Besides, this dress reminds you of death. Best to get out of it as soon as you can.

“You left us.”

You swallow hard. “I did.”

“You left me.”

“…I did.” And I’m sorry for that.

“I hate you.”

You lift your eyes, offering a weak smile. “I hate myself, too.”

Eren’s quiet after that, still glaring at you with those burning green eyes. Tracing his palms in the dirt, mirroring your movements as the minutes crawl by. It’s pure torture, being so close to him like this, and yet so far away. But you can’t expect anything less now; you’ve brought this on yourself.

You’re the reason why he’s so cold now.

Maybe…if things were different…

“Why don’t you want the War Hammer’s power?”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. Eren stares at you in silence, lips parted in what appears to be shock, but he doesn’t dare interrupt you.

“You want it, don’t you? That’s why you killed my uncle—you thought he had the War Hammer Titan instead. That’s why you ate him that night…” Your throat feels tight as you glare at him. “So take it—it’s yours! I don’t want it anymore!”

I don’t want it. I don’t want it.

All this fighting, this needless bloodshed…this gut-wrenching guilt… It’s killing you on the inside. It’s been killing you for the past four years, ever since you returned from the island of devils. Endless nights of crying into your pillow, putting on a brave face for your family, locking your feelings away in the deepest corners of your mind.

How many times have you heard your aunt say “It’s a phase, she’ll get over it, eventually,” even when you were in the room with her? How many times have you screamed yourself awake in the dead of night, plagued by memories of blood and bone and fire? How many times have you desperately wished you could go back to that island—or better yet, wishing that you’d never left in the first place?

You want it to end. And if giving your Titan to Eren will make it stop…then that’s the price you’re willing to pay.

It’s a selfish wish; your death won’t do any good to the nation of Marley or your own family. Your aunt will be distraught, the kids confused as to why their cousin isn’t coming home, and Fine… Your heart breaks at the thought of her sweet face, eyes glossed over with sadness, lip quivering between her teeth. Your death will only bring more pain onto her and the rest of your family. Not to mention, Marley’s anger toward the people of Paradis will only grow worse once they learn of your death at the hands of Eren Jaeger—if it already hasn’t, that is.

But you can’t take this anymore. You can’t stand the long nights and broken sobs and bloodstained memories. You just want it to stop.

Eren eyes you up and down once more. For a fleeting moment you wonder if he’s actually going to go through with it; slice his palm and transform just enough to kill you. He only has to preserve your spinal fluid, after all. The rest of your body can be destroyed.

But then he shakes his head, lets out a sigh, and walks out of the room altogether. The heavy door slams shut behind him, echoing in the darkness.

You’re surprised when Eren visits you for the next few days after that. He doesn’t do much other than sit there and stare at you, listening to you mumble to yourself about how much you want him to kill you. Once or twice he’ll ask you about Marley, about the real reason you left Paradis that night. But he’s always met with snarls and glares, and eventually he shrugs and gives up on interrogating you. (At least he never brings Captain Levi down for the interrogations; you don’t think you have the strength to face him just yet.)

Hanji finally returns with a fresh change of clothes for you, as well as a little washtub for you to clean yourself up in, on the third day after Eren’s first visit. You’re relieved to finally get out of that tattered dress and clean up a bit.

“Even if you’re our prisoner, it’s not right to let you wither away like this. And besides, Eren thought you’d might be more comfortable,” she adds with a lighthearted half-smile, and for a moment you can see the Titan-crazed scientist you once learned to love—and not just this shell of her former self.

Of course, Eren denies this when you confront him about it. But he still makes an effort to visit you, even if the two of you are silent for the entire time.

Through your conversations with Armin and Hanji, and maybe once or twice through Eren, you’re able to gather bits and pieces of what’s happening above ground. Apparently Paradis is celebrating their victory over Marley, having wiped out both the Beast Titan and the War Hammer Titan.

…Oh.

It must only be a matter of time before you’re eaten, then. Either to Eren, or to someone else entirely, if he still refuses.

“You’re working with the Scouts, then,” you grumble through a mouthful of bread. Eren was kind enough to bring you your meal when he came down here (probably on the orders of Hanji). “Still doing their bidding then, huh?”

“I don’t see how that’s any different than you and Marley.”

It’s hard not to wince at the truth of his words. How different are the two nations, really? Acting in their personal interests, the interest of their people, using children to their advantage, going to great lengths to ensure their success as a nation. To showcase their strength to the rest of the world as it watches on in horror. The only difference is, the people of Paradis wouldn’t even know about Marley’s existence, if it hadn’t been for you, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie.

Still, there’s that inkling of doubt inside you—that little flame that flickers to life—that makes you glare at him through the bars of your cell.

“I have no loyalty to Marley anymore. Only to my family.”

Eren scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Sure you don’t.”

Of course, he won’t believe you. He still sees you as the girl that left him for dead, when he needed you the most. The girl that plotted against his back the entire time he’s known you—the one he spent a night with in that little tavern in Trost. The one that played him for a fool…the one he was stupid enough to trust with his life.

You sigh and lean against the bars, still munching on the bread in your hands. There’s no point in thinking about the past, is there? Not when he still hates you like this. Besides, it’s not as though anything sufficient can come from dwelling on it, right?

“That’s why I left. To go back to my family.”

“Armin told me he suspected just as much.”

Oh? You didn’t expect Armin to share such personal memories with him like that. You know the burden of carrying past memories all too well, from the former inheritors of the War Hammer Titan, your own ancestors.

“I might leave again, too. Just to go back to them.”

“Yeah, I bet you fucking would.”

There’s a twisted sense of pride that bubbles in your chest at his tone. Even after all these years, you still have so much power over him. You can still piss him off so easily, and he can’t do a damn thing about it. Besides, he’s already marked you for dead; he sees you as a traitor, a mere pawn of Marley, far away from her home across the sea. The damage’s already done, so what’s the harm in twisting the knife a little bit?

Still, you can’t help but grimace at the tiniest swirl of guilt settling in your stomach.

“You ever think about that, Eren?” The rest of the bread crumbles in your mouth when you speak. “Leaving all of this behind?” When you’re met with silence, you glance at him from over your shoulder, smiling at the way he clenches his arms over his chest. “I mean, you did before, when we joined the Scouts. You wanted to leave the Walls behind. Live in the outside world.”

With me, but you keep that to yourself.

“You still wanna do it? Run away and leave it all be—”

“That’s enough,” he snarls, and your stomach grows warm at the familiar angry glint in his eyes.

“What, you ashamed of it all of a sudden? I guess you’re right, you can’t really leave now, what with you being the Scout Regiment’s dog.”

If it were any other soldier you would’ve been rewarded with a smack across the mouth, or maybe even a personal beating behind the bars of your cell. But Eren has never raised a hand to you, never once made a move to hurt you outside of the necessary combat training, of course. (You know Mikasa would’ve had his ass for it before, but now you’re not so sure you can count on her.) You can spit out the lowest, scummiest insults you can think of and he would never lift a finger to stop you. Orders are orders I guess, huh?

Besides, if he’s so insistent on keeping you alive and continuing this torture, you might as well make the best of it, right?

“You would probably get more use out of my Titan than I ever could.” You trace a finger along the sleeve of your dress, a plain brown piece that Hanji gave you just a few days ago. Every once in a while she comes by with a new set of clothes, just so you don’t have to sit in the same pile of dust and grime for too long. “So take it already. I don’t care, I won’t fight you. Take it right now.”

Silence is your answer. With a hard swallow you clench your fists at the tops of your knees and turn around to face him. The cold steel bars of the cell could easily snap at the twitch of your fingers, a silent call to the Titan resting beneath your skin.

“Take it already. You want to kill me anyway, don’t you? Get your revenge on me for leaving you all behind and running back to Marley. I wouldn’t blame you in the slightest, Eren. So take it.”

Kill me already. It’s what we both want, right? So why prolong this torture? Why keep me hidden in here for days on end, if we both know only one of us is leaving this underground cell alive? Why keep me around if all you’re going to do is kill me in the end?

But he remains silent, reminding you of those statues dotting the gorgeous cities of Marley. A grim reminder of the life you left behind, and the darkened future that looms over your head.

“Fucking take it already!”

You’re on your feet in a flash, nails tearing at the skin of your wrist. At the first flash of red Eren’s arm is reaching through the bars, covering the wound with the palm of his hand. You’re panting hard in his grasp, the steel bars biting into the skin of your cheeks.

“Don’t,” he whispers, and for a moment he sounds like he’s in pain. What do you have to be in pain about, Eren? “Don’t do anything stupid.”

A sour laugh rips from your throat. “I’ve already done too many stupid things in my life, Jaeger. Too many to keep track of. Face it, I’m more trouble than I’m worth. So kill me already. Kill me and take the War Hammer for yourself.”

“You don’t want that.”

“Oh, you don’t think so? That’s too bad.”

Who the fuck does he think he is, telling you what you want and don’t want, as though he has even the faintest clue of what you’ve gone through in the last four years? He doesn’t know of the wine bottles you used to sneak away when your aunt and uncle weren’t looking, stashing them in a secret corner of your closet, only to break them out whenever your mind ran too rampant for you to get to sleep. He doesn’t know of the memories you’ve endured over the years, how many different tastes of blood linger on your tongue with every heir of the War Hammer Titan. He doesn’t know how much your body and mind hurt whenever you think of that damned Titan lurking beneath your skin, scratching and biting and whining, begging to be set free at every waking moment, like a rabid animal on a rusty chain ready to snap.

He doesn’t know of the countless nights you spent crying into your pillow until your throat was raw, begging any and every god you could think of in the skies to let you turn back time, before you even met those damned island devils. Before you decided that they were the cause of everyone’s problems, before you decided they should be punished for their crimes. Before you set your sights on Eren fucking Jaeger and started wondering if maybe a life with him, either within or outside the Walls of Paradis, wouldn’t sound so bad.

“I’ve been prepared to die for years, Eren. Kill me or leave me be. Go on, run the risk of letting me escape; you know damn well I can get out of here on my own. You wouldn’t endanger your fellow Scouts like that, now would you?”

His green eyes flash, and that sickening swirl of guilt returns to your stomach. Your blood begins to boil, the Titan lying dormant beneath your skin thrumming with anticipation.

“So make your decision, Jaeger—because if you don’t, I’ll make it for you.”

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