#fanfic: to fall in love to fear one's downfall

[juchioris]

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Sorry, but I didn't quite manage to fill them out entirely as intended and made some adaptions to avoid awkward empty spaces. 😅

I'm currently in a difficult phase in writing the story. I prepared something for the next chapter, but I'm not happy with it yet. I let it rest a bit for now, I hope I'll figure it out. Playing around with things like these is fun and helps me get a better grip on the characters. I just hope my interpretion isn't super OOC at some point. 😅

Something else that I try now in the hope that it improves my writing generally and of the characters from The Villainess Wants to Make Her Husband Slim Down is doing something different with them:

I am taking on the AU-gust challenge by writing a collection of short AU fanfics for the fandom!

It gets released in August. I hope it lures some people in. 😉

This project is currently on the fast line, but I won't forget about To fall in love, to fear one’s downfall.

[stars-in-a-jam-jar]

I loved Buddy this episode. Exactly the energy I love to see. He remains Completely Mostly-Deliberately Fanatical, but to the point where even the people who coerced him into joining their new religion are like 'You're!!! Doing it wrong!!!!' And Buddy's just like 'I have faith in Bakarath :)' I love him, I love that for him, I love Buddy Dawn so much, please don't die, Buddy, I just wanna have you floatin' around being a silly little uses-his-high-wis-stat-to-deliberately-fail-all-insight-checks-on-himself guy forever.

I wanna see Buddy at the end of this approach Fig like a little lost puppy asking her about Ankarna, but not in the soft explorative way that Bucky is curious about Kristen's relationship with Cassandra, in a way that's like 'I've been in a right tumble dryer lately and was wondering what exactly The Correct Worldview to attach my entire soul and sense of self to is.'

Want him to be a complete mess most of senior year as he keeps looking for new things to attach himself to. Every few weeks he changes his style to reflect the new thing he's trying on as a replacement for developing an independent sense of self.

Want him to be three quarters of the way through senior year before he even thinks to talk to Jawbone. That or they've been having mandatory councilor sessions all fall, and it's only as the Moonar Yulenear is coming up that Bucky starts Acting Like A Person for little flashes, where his entire attitude and personality is not some ironclad manifestation of what he believes The Correct Person To Be is, and instead he just. Genuinely loudly laughs at a joke that a few months ago he would've simply given a polite sensible chuckle to and said 'Oh, that's a good one'. He lets his face fall into a bored exhaustion in a class and the teacher asks him if something's wrong and he snaps back to, but it still happened. The omnipresent 'Good God Fearing Boy' persona slipped and he was a bored teen for a second. He tries a heavily caffeinated drink in the same way one might try a beer for the first time and suddenly he's being a little silly twirling his staff around and stumbling over his sentences a little more as his brain whirrs.

He cries and he breaks something and there's this icky complicated cocktail of emotions because getting angry is bad and being upset is bad; he was taught that all his life and then it was proven correct when he was resurrected by a false manifestation of a dead goddess worshipped in her true form by the archdevil of rebellion who spent the entire school year playing mindgames with the bard in Buddy's party who were using him.

But Jawbone keeps saying it's important to feel your feelings, which is a very silly thing of Jawbone to keep emphasizing, because Buddy always feels his feelings, it's not like he just unilaterally fends every emotion off as if it'll be his inevitable downfall. There's The Good Feelings and The Bad Feelings, and The Good Feelings come from The Good Things and The Bad Feelings are temptations into evil he must not indulge. He chooses to identify with the Correct Feelings To Be Feeling, obviously. Because you're supposed to do that. And anger and upset are never correct. It was a lesson he had to learn the hard, painful way because he was a stupid, flimsy kid who needed to see the real truth up close and personal. That's why all that stuff happened to him. Why the Rat Griders were so dismissive of him. Why Kristen was trying to build bridges with him.

So why did he just shatter the mug his grandfather gifted him after his baptism when he remembered how Oisin and Ivy seemingly constantly side-eyed him every time he spoke. At least it felt that way. Buddy's very used to constantly feeling observed, he probably just imagined that.

They're not exactly alive to ask anymore.

What do you MEAN my silly post about how I think Buddy's insistence that Bakarath is For Sure The Name You Guys is cute and funny turned into ANOTHER Buddy Dawn fanfic???

[birdycage]

Hi! I hope you're having a a lovely day!

I was wondering if you have any Chrisker or XLeon fanfic recs? Or any other special ship fic recs you really like to share! Looking for something new to consume instead of sleeping.

Hi! Thank you for the well wishes and the ask. I am so sorry it took a while for me to respond. I wanted to add little summaries to the recommendations so you can jump straight into the ones that might interest you.

XLeon

Luckily XLeon is such a small ship that it's pretty easy to recommend fics.

Windows to the Soul is a really lovely fic, probably the one that got me into the ship. It follows a good portion of the RE2 remake story quite closely, but with the twist that Mr. X is trying to win over Leon even though Leon fears for his life for a good portion of it lol.

Captivated is a cute AU fic where Leon's father is an Umbrella researcher who has our favorite tyrant act as Leon's bodyguard (much to Leon's dismay) while the lead up to RE1 events happen in the background.

Blind Man's Gamble is a very sweet fic about Leon accidentally getting chemically blinded while searching for supplies in the RPD and Mr. X finds him and takes it upon himself to help the very perplexed officer. This author also has a lot of other very sweet fics about XLeon, so I definitely recommend them too if you enjoy softer stories about the ship.

Chrisker

I have so many Chrisker fics I enjoy that it's hard to know what to recommend, especially since my tastes for that ship tend to be smutty and dark. However, I will start with a couple of nicer(?) ones and go towards dark at the end of the list.

The Endless Realities A sweet series of oneshots about Chris and Wesker being in love in different AUs/canon divergent plots.

A God Needs Worship If you enjoy long fics, this one is for you. It's mostly about Chris and Wesker's evolving relationship leading up to the events of RE1 (and will be getting into the events of the game itself). It's actually some very good slice-of-life showing their S.T.A.R.S. work, Wesker's relationship with Umbrella and relationships with colleagues/friends/family/enemies. All around a very good fic with a lovely balance of plot/romance/character growth/etc.

Love Crime A really sweet fic where Chris offers to take Barry's place as Wesker's pawn in betraying S.T.A.R.S. The ending was a surprise, but I enjoyed it all very thoroughly.

The Courting This is pretty different from most of the Chrisker fics I read. It's an Incredibly funny fic where S.T.A.R.S. era Chris tries to flirt with Wesker by pranking him and Wesker usually gets sweet revenge. I also thoroughly enjoyed the next part (Encounters) of the series, but it is very smutty. I am not done with the series of fics that that this is attached to, but the parts I have read have been incredibly enjoyable. However, the series as a whole is not comedy and contains some dark and/or sad moments.

Mistakes Chris comes on to Wesker, Wesker falls for Chris (much to his dismay). Wesker tries to stay in control of everything despite probably not being very in control at all and begins to plot Umbrella's downfall so he can keep Chris at his side.

Sins of the Flesh is a beautiful fic where Wesker resurrects Chris after killing him some years prior in a need for proper revenge, but keeps Chris alive after realizing that Chris cannot remember his own death or his antagonistic relationship with Wesker. This fic is very dreamy and sad, be prepared to cry. I also recommend the author's fics The Hound and Manifest Retribution, but they are very sexually charged and not exactly in a nice way.

Happy Adversary, Christopher A very funny Valentine's Day fic (by the same author as the previous fic rec) where Wesker forces a date on Chris after kidnapping him. It's actually quite sweet.

Ten-Million-Dollar Mutt MIND THE TAGS PLEASE. A gift to me! (and another one by the same author as the previous two) Wesker buys Chris in an auction after Chris has been virally enhanced to have doglike characteristics. Incredibly smutty with VERY hardcore kinks (some were quite the surprise to me too, but San is very good at making them palatable). However if you can handle it, it's actually quite a funny (and sexy) read that starts to veer towards being sweet in some of the newest chapters. A surprising amount of character growth on Wesker's part imo.

Can and Will Be Held Against You. This story sometimes makes my brain feel like it's melting (and I do mean this in a good way). Wesker is very manipulative with Chris and molds him into his perfect pet. It's a disturbing co-dependent relationship that doesn't exactly feel like love. However, there is a very cathartic moment where Wesker gets what he deserves. Interesting story all around.

I could probably go on, but I think this is enough for now ^^; so sorry to throw so many at you, but hopefully there are a few you enjoy! Also you have probably long fallen asleep by now, but perhaps some of these will be good bedtime stories for other nights.

[sleeplessdreamer14]

the sparrow and the butterfly

fandom: overwatch

relationship: (familial) genji shimada & sibling! reader

headcanons: years after your family falls apart, you’re given a chance to put it back together

contains: familial fluff, some angst, hurt/comfort, heavy plot

a/n: this is more of a fanfic I came up with like a month ago that I’m telling in the ‘you’ perspective. I might make a part 2 for hanzo if this gets enough notes.

˚˖𖤓˖˚ childhood

as the two younger siblings of the family, you and Genji were quite close

although he wasn’t initially thrilled at the idea of being a middle child, he quickly became enamored with you

you’re kind of his favorite

and you were a pretty good motivator for him to be a bit more respectful, to set a good standard for you

you had caught him sneaking out a few times, and promised not to tell on the condition he bought you lunch the next day

Genji’s not gonna let anyone slander your name btw

some of your dearest memories were made up on the roof of Shimada castle where you guys would watch fireworks together

Genji hoped that despite being born into the yakuza, you could live your life yourself when you grew up

ִ ࣪ ☾⋆ separation

anyway, as you got older, the two of you confided in each other that neither of you wanted any part in the family’s criminal empire

this became a major problem upon the untimely death of your father and responsibilities fell to you and your brothers

you still remember how sick you felt when you could overhear your brothers fighting until everything suddenly went quiet

once torn between your longing for a different life and your duty to your family, you fled that same night and left no trace

as much as you wanted to, you knew that looking back even once would making leaving even harder than it already was

so you’ve lost your family, your home, everything

words cannot describe how scary and lonely those first couple of years were for you

but after you spent enough time mourning, you got back on your feet, took time to make peace with your loss, and built a new life for yourself

after spending a couple years on your own, you embraced your newfound freedom to make your own choices and be entirely and unapologetically yourself

this involved getting a tattoo of a butterfly on your back, a sparrow on your right arm, and an arrow on your left (among other things)

you also collected about half a dozen aliases over the years

overall, you were proud of who you had become, only wishing that your family could see you

‎‧₊˚✧ meanwhile

when Angela brought Genji back, one of his first thoughts was ‘where is (name)?’

he worried that Hanzo might have killed you too which only worsened his mental health

it felt as though the sun had disappeared from the sky

once he was able to eat again, if he ever went somewhere you would have liked, he would get a second order in tribute to you and place it in front of his own

it took a long time, but he actually told Angela and Cassidy about you

whenever he saw fireworks, he took it as a good omen that you were out there somewhere, not only living, but thriving

since he was revived, he dreaded the thought that one day he might see you again and you would no longer recognize him as your brother

˚₊⋅𓅫 reunion 𐀔 ⋅₊˚

not long after the downfall of overwatch and your family’s empire, the stars aligned and lead you to your brother

Genji could not have been ready to see you again

whether he feared never seeing you again or your reaction to his new body more was anyone’s guess

and then you embraced him and sunk in that you didn’t love him any differently than you did before

that was the most vulnerable and safe he had felt in a very long time

finding no trace of disgust or malice in your eyes as you looked at him gave Genji hope

you later explained how you each spent the last several years

Genji was heartbroken to realize you were essentially alone since that tragic night, but at the same time was so proud of how well you did on your own

when you two eventually parted ways, you made sure to stay in contact this time

Zenyatta was pleased to finally meet you and mentioned that Genji spoke of you often

upon seeing your sparrow tattoo, Genji removed his mask to quickly wipe away his tears

‎‧₊˚ 𐀔 butterflies traditionally symbolize hope, faith, and change ‎𐀔 ˚₊‧

[beautifulsnake2162020]

Higher intervention: Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 1

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven't read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

Gif by queenage

Premise: Alys Velaryon, older twin sister of Jace Velaryon is the only member among Rhaenyra's children whom Aemond cannot completely hate. As their love story progresses, a newer and larger threat complicates things and reveals discoveries that neither the greens or the blacks had ever imagined.

So this is a spin-off on my main fanfic Beautiful Anomaly which is concluding soon. I personally don't consider this a spoiler for the conclusion of Beautiful Anomaly (since it's more of a manner of "how" than "if"). I personally consider this a standalone story since the story takes place in the distant future of Beautiful Anomaly. For those waiting on Part 8 it's coming out soon. I just need to release this from my mind so that Aemond can relax in my little piece of the dreaming realm.

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora

Also tagging: @rinadragomir I know you're team black, but I really want to know if I wrote them in character 😅

The stars had decided to shine their light to a wanderer. Though he did not need it, he can do just fine whether he was taking his slow travel in their presence or in the presence of the sun. Chained to himself is the book which contained the universe itself, and all the possibilities explored in such universe. A subsection of this book contained details of the Dance of Dragons in a small dimension. The results of which lead to the deaths that only brought further downfall.

After such details, was the details of an experimentation that tested the extent of change and free will. An experiment that he must initiate for the benefit of all involved and to satiate his curiosity. Would this make any real substantial change to such that would occur? Nevertheless he is as dutiful as he ever was. Ever the observer, never the participant. Participants are only ever so focused on what is directly within their reach and influence. And it is from an observer such as himself that he must watch such experiment to its completion.

And as the book stated, this experiment would only help in developing her power.

"Take your time." He speaks from his hooded self towards you.

"You are only in the beginning of your development." You can't help but feel your heart throb in a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"Everything will come to pass, everything in its right time."

You open your eyes.

You feel bewildered.

Glancing at the window you could see that it was dawn and the sun had just started to appear.

This dream was the clearest it had ever been and you didn't know what to make of it.

"Alys?" Your mother enters concerned. Her blonde hair was still frizzy from just having awakened. You were frightened for your new sibling in her belly and she shouldn't be rushing by your side when your sibling in her womb was making it difficult for her till his or her birth.

"I'm fine mother, just another odd dream."

"The same one with the hooded figure with a book chained to himself?" She takes a seat at the edge of your bed close to you.

"Yes, but this time it seems like he was speaking to me. He was saying something. About taking my time and everything will fall into place."

"Well" your mother puts both hands on each side of your head. You lean in to her touch and it always had a calming effect on you.

"Perhaps your dreams are trying to tell you to not worry so much on what you're going to do in the future."

"I just want to make you proud mother." You take a breath as you fell her thumbs massage the sides of your head.

"I feel like compared to Jace and Luke I'm the most useless one. My dragon egg hasn't hatched while theirs didn't take long to hatch."

"Alys dear." She wiped a tear that began falling from your eye. You hadn't noticed that you began crying.

"Listen to me. Just because our family prides ourselves with our connection to the dragons, that doesn't mean you are useless or any less important just because you don't have a dragon to ride." Seeing the doubt in your face she sighs and sits closer to you.

"My mother, the late queen Aemma didn't have a dragon. And yet she is one of the reasons why I am the person who I am now. Don't think yourself as so insignificant just because you feel you are lacking in something others have. Alright?"

"Yes, mother." She leans in and kisses your forehead as she helps you to get ready even though you have a handmaid to do it for you and your mother should be practicing more care. She was now in her ninth month and your sibling could begin to appear any day now.

You decide to spend your time in the library. Trying to find anything that could explain who the hooded figure in your dream was. The closest thing that you found was that it might be the Stranger. The aspect mose closely associated with death and the unknown. But none of the texts had stated anything about a book chained to his hand.

"Alys."

"AAH." You only realized that you had bumped your head when you felt the pain. And from what it appears your surprise companion also suffered the same consequence.

"Oh I'm so sorry Aemond. You startled me."

"I can feel that." He groaned as he has a hand on his head. But after a few moments of discomfort your eyes met with smiles on both of your faces.

"What are you reading in this part of the library anyway? It's so far from the window and there are barely any nearby torches or candles."

"You know me, I don't want go too far from where the books are placed. It's not my fault that the librarian chooses to store the books I need in this area."

"Yes but your eyes will regret that."

"Oh leave me alone. Are you going to join me or have you come just to annoy me out of my task?"

"And what task is that?" Aemond grabs a chair and a candelabra from a nearby table adding much needed light to your reading space.

"I woke up with the dream again."

"The vague hooded figure?"

"Yes, but this time it was a lot clearer. Last night my dream showed that he has a large book chained to him. He was a man. And it seemed like he was telling me something."

"What did he say?"

"I can't remember his exact words but he was telling me that everything will happen in its right time and that I was just in the beginning of something. That's all I can remember."

"Hmm, have you tried reading up on the stranger?" This was one of the things that you liked about Aemond. For all the time you found yourself a fellow outcast in the Targaryen family. No dragon, and having to find some other way to compensate. It was times like these that you appreciated his observant nature.

"I've already did but none of the texts mention about a book chained to his person."

"Maybe that part was a result of your imagination."

"If that's the case then what could the stranger be trying to tell me? Why would he tell me that everything will happen at the right time or that this is just the beginning of something-"

"Alys, sometimes dreams are just dreams nothing more."

"And yet Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys came here with dragons and a dream. How is this any different?" He raises an eyebrow before you hear a long whistle.

"My my aren't the two of you getting comfortable." Aegon chuckles mockingly as he leans against the edge of the book case. It was only then that you realized just how close your face was to Aemond's. Any sudden movement may cause your heads to clash again if you weren't careful.

"Brother." He says coldly. And it was then you knew it was time to return the books in their respective places.

"Oh don't stop on my account. I think its adorable that the only two people without a dragon are so close with each other."

"Your mother didn't approve of my mother's proposal." You say as a matter of fact as you return another book in its place. Frankly you were relieved that you didn't have to marry Aegon despite both of you being the eldest of your families.

You hear him snort.

"No offense to you Alys, but I prefer my women to be more developed than you are. A kid like you couldn't keep up with me."

"Considering what you like to do fun, I'm glad I don't have to lower my standards and make myself more stupid." You hear Aemond beside you holding back his laughter and tried to disguise it as a cough.

Aegon rolls his eyes as he leaves the two of you alone.

"You didn't have to do that for me."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I did that for myself." You say lightheartedly but by the way Aemond was smiling you could tell he was nevertheless thankful.

"Then let me make sure I keep up with your standards by bringing you to your room." He places the last book back on the shelf as you blow out the flame from the candles he brought to the table. He holds out his arm to you which you take as the two of you semi-skipped exiting the library.

"So are we going take the ordinary way or your way?" Aemond gives you a smirk as he leads you into one of the many hidden passage ways. He takes your hand before the two of you begin running and laughing as you travel through the various routes of the hidden passages.

You finally reach your room, out of breath but with smiles on both of your faces.

"This is...where...I'll...say goodbye."

"Take...a...breath first. Hoo it's always fun travelling with you going to my room."

You both managed to calm down enough for both of you to say your goodbyes.

"Thank you for being with me today."

"Thank you for insulting my brother." You share one last smile with each other as he makes his way to his room and as you finally enter yours.

Had you known this was going to be among the last carefree memories before everything became so complicated, you would've done more with him.

First came the news that your biological father, Harwin Strong has died in a fire in Harrenhal. You don't know how long you've known, but for the sake of your mother you simply refuse to say anything about it and if you were asked if you were looking forward to being a Queen in your own right after your mother, you would simply say that the future is uncertain and that you needed to survive childbirth first. In truth while you did want to serve the people, you've felt that a part of you wasn't meant for the throne. Not because of the questionable nature of your parentage but for the lack of desire to engage in the politics at court. If you had it your way, you secretly hoped a third party would just be blessed by divinity and become the ruler. That way no more infighting will need to happen, and the pressure that the Iron Throne would have on this new ruler would be motivation enough for them to do a good job. You didn't like the taste of not being able to directly help people. Otto Hightower would always say that whatever he has done was for the sake of the realm. But you find it difficult to believe it when the people themselves weren't asked and all of his moves in court just simply seemed like a prideful powergrab.

Second a new development within you has occurred. It started by accident. You were simply by your window in Dragonstone when you found yourself sneezing. A spark came out along with your spittle, startling and frightening you. After calming yourself down you returned to your High Valyrian writing exercises but eventually noticed that the candle flame was following the movements of your hand as you write each sentence. You stop for awhile.

"Kelis" you say towards the flame as you direct your attention towards it. Testing to see if it did anything, you begin writing again.

It didn't work.

You were getting stressed and worried about how to make the flame stop following your hand when your brother Jace informed you through the door that it was time to sleep. You hoped your reply was loud enough for him to hear you and not enter. Your heart is relieved when you hear his footsteps fading away.

"How do I get you to stop?" You ask frustratingly. You couldn't risk any accident happening while you were asleep. Leaving an open flame as you slept was out of the question.

Giving up, you blow the candle's flame out before going to bed.

After that incident you were even more careful around fire. And you also had more motivation to carry around a napkin in case you found yourself coughing or sneezing. Less for propriety and manners but more to conceal the possible sparks that could exit you. It was already bad enough that people stared at you because of your evident illegitimacy in yours and your sibling's looks despite your father figure, Laenor Velaryon claiming that you were his true born children. You did not want to accidentally hurt somebody from the powers that it seemed you were beginning to develop.

In spite of the obvious drawbacks, there was actually a benefit to your abilities.

Whenever your brothers would end up with injuries from their training, you worked alongside the maester in healing their injuries. Like with how you first encountered your first two abilities, you didn't notice it happening right underneath your nose. You were healing your twin Jace, as he has a nasty swelling that was going to make him wince for a while. You decided to gently massage the nearby area close to the swelling. Whenever your mother did it for you it always made you feel better, it couldn't hurt to try. The maester was close by treating Lucerys, so if something went wrong you could simply ask him.

As you massaged the area, you began to feel his blood circulation slowly increase. Not to a noticeable degree, it was only later that you've realized what you actually did, but it definitely was a little bit faster than how it previously was going. It was only when the day after the day following that did the Maester did a checkup and was pleasantly surprised that the swelling has significantly reduced.

"My lord Jacearys you must have good health or good luck for the swelling to have been reduced by this much."

"It's all thanks to Alys. She's getting better at massaging people. Not like our mother yet but Alys is close."

"I appreciate that Jace." You roll your eyes in mild annoyance as he laughs at your reply. You turn to face away from him as you hide your shock.

You decide to test it upon yourself later that evening if it really was your newfound powers or if it's just your delusions. Placing your fingers on your non-dominant arm you begin gently massaging. Soon you could feel the energy in your blood, and an idea of how your pulse is currently beating. You make different movements with your fingers as you experiment with controlling the pace of how your blood circulates and towards which areas of your body. This energy, this force that helps you live, you're not sure what exactly to call it yet.

Had you known this ability would soon become very useful in your visit to Driftmark for an aunt that you barely know, you would have read more books about healing, and spent more time learning from the Maester how to heal injuries.

The incident that broke your heart and had widened the discord in your family.

You and Aemond didn't spend much time together in the funeral. He didn't know what to say to you. Your father, sir Harwin, was no more. How secretly you weren't mourning for the stranger that was your relative whom you barely knew, but for the father whom you have lost. The father whose only sin was to sleep with your mother but was a good man. When you were scared that your mother could die giving birth to Lucerys, and your father Laenor was with his own lover, he spoke to you of how no matter what happens, he will protect you. And how you've been a good daughter to your mother. Your mother was a woman with the blood of the dragon in her veins.

"If she survived giving birth to you and Jace, she could survive this." He says comfortingly to you as you cry in his shoulder as your mother screams out in pain.

And now he was gone.

You know your mother is powerful woman but you've never felt more scared in your life. Knowing the whispers at court, you were already aware of some people who are interested in you ending up dead simply because of your parentage, what you symbolized, or any other reason that was simply beyond your control to change.

And those things have now caused you pain in your bond with Aemond.

You could tell he was more distant than normal. He had always been dutiful to his role as a prince. But he still gave you looks of sympathy.

Not much words were exchanged between the two of you. You don't remember what you really said, but you vaguely remember offering to come to his room later to show him of your discoveries about yourself. He only nodded and told you that it'll have to be late in the evening since there was something he had to do. His last words to you was to make sure to awaken later and not turn your nap into a deep sleep. You were notorious for being a deep sleeper the moment your eyes closed. There were plenty of times when you fell asleep on his shoulder and he would need to shake you awake or ask for assistance in carrying you to your room.

"Maybe that's why you have vivid dreams." He once teased when you were still in King's Landing.

You were still uncertain if your deep sleep that evening served to your detriment or benefit.

You find yourself waking when the moon was full and the night was at its darkest. But as you grabbed your dark cloak, you were startled to see and hear a lot of people still awake. The atmosphere was tense and everyone was gathered around the main hall. You decide to hide yourself in an alcove that still allowed you to listen to what was going on.

That was until people began exiting the hall and you were nearly trampled as you hid in your cloak. Until ser Erryk found you and was able to protect you from getting injured. You know it was ser Erryk because you could see the black corded necklace on his neck. You don't recall who exactly gave him a necklace with a simple sigil of protection. His twin has always fancied something a little more bold and showed of his pride in serving the King's family. But ser Erryk was satisfied with a simple corded necklace.

"Ser Erryk what's going on?"

"Lady Alys what are you doing here? You could've been injured."

"I was going to meet with Aemond." You notice how tense his face has become.

"I don't think that's a wise thing to do my Lady."

"But why? What happened." He looks around before he brings you into a hidden corner and kneels down to meet your eyes.

"It's all a mess, but I will do my best to explain what has happened."

And it was through him that you've learnt that Aemond has claimed Vhagar and got into a squabble with Rhaena. Baella joined in to protect her sister. Aemond in the heat of the moment called Jace and Lucerys bastards, and the squabble resulted into Lucerys slicing Aemond's eye.

"N-No."

"It's true my lady. And just now the Queen has asked for an eye from your brother in exchange for blinding Aemond in one eye. She even ordered ser Criston Cole to do so. And when he was prevented from doing so, the Queen took matters into her own hands and using the King's blade attempted to do so. Your mother held her back with an injury on her hand."

"Oh no, but I need to see Aemond."

"My lady, it's safer if you return to your chambers. The Kingsguards who are allied with the greens are not so friendly to anyone from the blacks now."

"That's why I'm wearing a cloak ser Erryk, but it's important that I need to -"

"It's okay ser Erryk." You turn to face Aemond who was standing nearby. In a cloak of his own hiding his hair.

"I would like to speak with her alone ser Erryk. I won't hurt her."

"Very well my Prince." He moves to give enough distance for the two of you to talk but close enough to intervene if anything should happen.

"Aemond."

"You just woke up." The hidden meaning hurt you. And you feel yourself beginning to cry.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to do anything." He sighs and walks to you in the deep alcove. He was like the stranger coming for your death with the torches flaming behind him. And maybe it was a death of some kind. A death of your childhood together.

"Alys, this is goodbye."

"But why? It's our families who are quarrelling."

"You know how I feel about your brothers."

"I also know how you feel about my parentage but why does it have to end between us?"

"Ah Alys don't you get it? Unless you switch sides and support my brother's claim for the throne it's not going to work between us."

"That's your mother talking."

"It's the truth."

"Does she hate me? Even though all I've ever done was to spend my days with you?" You begin to stutter as you can't hold back your tears anymore.

"She hates your mother, and I know you love her very much."

"Another thing we have in common."

"Alys, you're not making this any easier." He begins to raise his voice a little but even you could see him begin to cry from his remaining right eye. At this moment you wished that the two of you had been born under different circumstances. No interfamily politics, no possibly deadly assassinations, just the two of you together.

"May I see it?"

He walks toward you as you gently reach out and touch his face. Careful not to touch the stitches. You clearly couldn't try massaging it but you use the brief time you have to do your best to use the energy in his blood to reduce the swelling.

"It's gone for good. You must think me hideous now."

"Everyone is hideous when they are hurt." You feel rather than see him wince at your comment. You do your best to be as gentle yet as efficient as possible.

"Are you going to force me to hate you when I let you go?"

"I cannot force you to do anything. I'm telling you things you are blind to when you are around me."

"Are you going to hate me now?" He has no reply but simply bows his head down.

"If only you were born as my sister. If only you were born to anyone but them."

"But I'm not. What sin have I committed against you to hate me so?" No answer.

"It's getting late, we depart as soon as possible away from Driftmark." He pulls you in for one last hug before he reluctantly pulls away and runs to his room.

And that was when you truly began to weep.

For days, you acted like you were in mourning. You gave your brothers the silent treatment to satisfy some arbitrary punishment from your end. They have your mother to scold and punish them. You have your silence.

But even you can't stay mad at them for long. No matter how much time you spent with Aemond, all of you were still children. And they were simply only doing what they thought was right. You are still uncertain if what Aemond did was right or wrong, but the results of that squabble made everything so much more worse.

In your period of silence, you find a what appears to be a prayer book. Not for the faith of the seven but rather for some of the Gods of Old Valyria. It being an old book, which was hidden away in a part of Dragonstone, you decide to take it to further your studies in High Valyrian. You were not yet fluent in the language but it was better to start somewhere than not starting at all.

As you progressed in your studies you began learning more about the mere scraps of Old Valyria's religion. Merexes, the Goddess of marriage, protection, mothers and women. In the Old Valyrian religion she was prayed for protection and defensive strategies of war. Her spouse, was the God of the Heavens, aggressive warfare, rulership, and men. His name was lost to time. Their son, the God of fire, volcanoes, warfare of all kinds, mining, and blacksmithing was Balerion. From the texts it suggests that he was a rather popular God despite having no wife or main consort. Dragons were his sacred animal, and was said to have been responsible for Dragons being able to bond with people at all.

If there is anyone who could help you understand and manage how to use your powers it must be him. The God with seven faces condemns any type of magical ability (or so the Septas and the Septons claim) and so you doubt that he would be useful for what you need to do.

A week after your sixteenth nameday, was your first prayer to Balerion. You decide to do it in the common tongue since you weren't confident in your abilities in High Valyrian just yet. And besides, if he's a God surely he will be able to understand your intent at the very least.

First part, state the aspects of the God you feel the most important for your request:

"Balerion of the fire;

Balerion of the volcanoes;

Balerion the creator of weapons through the divine forges"

Second, state your plea:

"I have abilities that I do not know how to control, I do not have anyone else to turn to."

Third, state why you need the God specifically:

"Your domain is fueled by the most sacred of energy that has brought both enlightenment and destruction. You are knowledgeable in the nuances of such energy."

Fourth, what do you plan to do should this happen:

"Help me, Great Balerion, whose sacred animal is the Dragon. Help me, and I will help your people in whatever I can."

Fifth, saying farewell:

"Consider my plea, Great Balerion, thank you for hearing me."

You spoke this prayer as much as you practically can. Which meant at least once a week. But it seems your prayers are not answered. Nothing has happened except self-exploration and secretly testing your abilities when no one is around. Your faith begins to waver and soon you forget your weekly prayer. Life goes on and before you knew it, you begin to simply control yourself through brief meditation. The maesters have given you a small time glass which was sufficient enough to help be mindful of the thoughts you have and the powers you possess. It turns out this had allowed you to at least have safe control over your hidden powers and prevented them from having another accident.

At least that is what you hoped.

Around this time you've also began having even more vivid dreams that didn't make sense. There was an air of familiarity, like you've known these people for a long time. You resided in a grand castle, grander than the Red Keep or any of the castles you have seen in person. The front door was guarded by what appeared to be a dragon, a griffin, and a winged horse of some kind. You recall reading and talking in an everlasting library close to the throne room. How you seem to instinctually know this is a mystery to you.

Speaking of mysteries, sometimes you find yourself spending time with a man dressed in all black. You could sense he had incredible power over this world and everyone at least paid him respects as he passed by. Sometimes he alone was with you, and other times a beautiful woman with long wavy raven hair, beautiful deep brown eyes, and a voluptuous body, dressed in white with ever shifting patterns and colors that just seemed to make her even more beautiful, accompanied him to keep you company. Her necklace appeared to have a pendant of crow skull. And on his finger was a rose ring. You don't know why these things seemed significant but it seemed so. You are guessing she must be his wife since the way they are in each other's company reminds you of Corlys and Rhaenys. One of the few married couples who had a successful marriage.

"It will rush towards you." You recall her saying assuredly.

"When it does, just focus on your breath and what you have been doing for awhile. Otherwise you might get lost in it."

"Get lost in what?"

"You will find out soon Alys." The man says in a surprisingly gentle way.

It was one of the few things that you could still recall the moment you've awakened. You're not sure if this is Balerion's answer to your prayers. But you were thankful that you have at least someone among the divinity saying that you were doing well and to just keep it up.

Soon you recieve word from your mother and stepfather that you would be returning to King's landing. There was contention over Lucerys' position as heir to driftmark. Vaemond Velaryon seeks to claim that he has a better right over Driftmark than Lucerys and allegedly wishes to keep Driftmark within the Velaryon family.

"If he wants to keep it within the Velaryon family, why is he not petitioning on behalf of Baela and Rhaena?"

"Good point, you should tell Rhaena to say that. But nevertheless it is because he wants to embarass Lucerys and your mother." Your stepfather replies as you make your preparations to enter court.

"Father, I think Alys should be the one to make that statement. She's next in line after stepmother."

"No Rhaena this is something you should do."

"Alys, if you want to support Lucerys and make sure that Driftmark doesn't go to the greens, then you should make the statement."

"And I've told everyone in our eighteenth name day that I have no plans on actually ruling and so the next in line is Jace because I don't want to be involved in court politics." You find yourself catching your breath after you quickly try to convince Rhaena that you shouldn't be involved at all.

"It's a little too late for that I'm afraid. You'll have to learn to play it whether you like it or not." Your stepfather says, his tone one of gloom. He could tell you didn't want to do anything with courtly life and yet you have to.

"Is it too late for me too runaway to Essos?"

"I'm not sure you'll like it in Essos. You haven't developed anything that could help you survive there."

"But you'll love Pentos. They have an unfamiliar worship from either the Gods of Old Valyria and the Faith of the seven, but I'm sure you'll love it there."

"Pentos is an exception Rhaena."

"We still have our home there father, how about we ride there after all the court affairs have been resolved."

"Rhaena I don't have a dragon."

"You could ride with me."

"Rhaena, Morning is not yet ready for two riders."

"It's okay Rhaena." You finally reassure her that a dragon ride to Pentos was appreciated but is not feasible at the moment.

You wonder how Aemond has changed. Does he hate you now and now plans and assists in your murder? You at the very least know that Lucerys is in danger whenever he is in Aemond's presence.

And you couldn't help but sympathize with both of them.

You arrive at King's landing and the first place you've decided to go to once you've settled in you decide to go to the library. You began looking for any books concerning the Gods of Old Valyria. Particularly Balerion, maybe you've done something wrong that he has decided not to answer your prayers.

"An interest in Balerion the dragon?" You look up to see a man who seemed only a little bit older than you. Black haired with a bit of a stubble. He was attractive, his body (from what you can tell), was at the best midpoint between muscular and lean, his shoulders broad, and his hands big. Unsurprisingly he was at least a foot taller than you.

"Oh no, I am more interested in his namesake, the God Balerion. I've only heard and read about Balerion the dragon but not whom Balerion the God was."

"Oh? Quite the curiosity you have in exploring other religions when the God of the Seven is almost hounded on us here daily." You couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

"Let's just say I find the God of the Seven to be lacking in sympathy for who I am. And so I am striving to learn more about Balerion who might be able to help me. I'm sorry but I don't know your name good ser." He laughs and you couldn't help but feel your heart beating.

"I have many names. But you may call me Ion."

"A bit unusual for a name."

"I am someone unusual, around these parts at least."

"I see, where are you from and how did you end up in King's landing?"

"Do you have time? I might be stealing you from your duties here my lady."

"I do, as long as I don't miss dinner with my family I should be fine."

"And what may I call you? I would be at a loss if I did not know your name."

"Alys Velaryon ser Ion."

You two find a table and from your conversation you learn that he is a scholar and a warrior of some sort. He wasn't planning on joining the Kingsguard and yet he is not a sellsword. He was in the Red keep to meet the person who has acquired his services.

"You say you are not a sellsword and yet you are here to meet the person who has need of your services."

"My lady Alys I never mentioned that my services are that of a warrior. I am here in my capacity as a teacher for someone who had felt lonely for awhile."

You didn't know why this had touched you deep in your heart. The conversation ended there, but the two of you agree to meet again as he escorts you to your room to prepare for a dinner with your family.

"How will I know what hour you are available?" He smiles at you with a tenderness you never knew you were somehow missing. Almost as if you were being blessed just by gazing into his eyes.

"Trust me my lady. I will know when you are there." And then he leaves.

"Made a new friend?" Your mother asks as she sees you about to enter in your room.

"Maybe." You say coyly as you enter your chambers and you see your mother smiling at you with a knowing look.

Your days were filled with conversations with him to your surprise. A part of you was saddened that you haven't met Aemond yet. Or any of the main members of the Green faction. They may have seen you around but you may have been blind to them. Ion was there and had become your main escort around the Red Keep. You've learned that his interest in Old Valyria was about his heritage as well as his family. It was only up close that you noticed his eyes were a lighter shade of brown. In certain ways it was almost as if there was a hidden fire in the shade of his pupils.

Your conversations somehow was stirred toward the direction of how the Gods of Old Valyria may have wielded their power in their respective domains.

"They simply are. Merexes is the defense measure because her domain is to protect women, mothers, and the family. Balerion at his core is the fire that wields, that warms, and destroys. The Gods simply are, along with all their complexities of each."

"Ser Ion, may I ask your opinion...do you think Balerion did not answer my prayers because I am an unusual mortal?"

"Lady Alys, I believe he did not answer your prayers in the way that you expect. From what you have told me you have prayed to him to be able to control your powers. But underneath that, what you really are also seeking is a solution that would solve the divide and discord in your family and thus setting you free to be yourself. As you are, without judgment." You feel another shard once again pierce your heart as you feel the truth has been laid out on front of you.

"...You say that the Gods simply are?"

"Yes, even the God of the seven simply is. Even though the faith likes to exaggerate every now and then."

"Do you think, that it could work for someone like me? To simply be?" It was hurting you not to be able to tell him of your powers but you also don't know if he's secretly going to use this against you. Apart from Helaena by personality alone you are aware that there were talks of how unusual you are since you did not actively force your way into having a dragon. You were rather dull and someone who would rather spend her days in the library, in the beach, or in the garden.

"Yes, just see the parts of yourself in the abilities you wield. That is how I believe the Gods control their powers. It is why your mother is so admirable in my eyes. She may practice restraint and has to temper down and play the games of courtly affairs. But she simply is herself."

"Oh, thank you so much Ser Ion. You have no idea how much that has enlightened me. Oh I hope I haven't stolen you from the person you were bound to meet." He chuckles and you can't help but lighten up with what he says next.

"You're welcome, you haven't stolen me from anyone. You cannot steal what was never theirs in the first place. And you are more than worth any meeting I have had this far."

That evening, you decide to accompany your mother as she visits your grandfather in the evening. Tomorrow was the day of the trial, and if it was to be run by the hand, it would inevitably be decided in favor of Vaemond. Without your grandfather's help, you and your siblings by ser Harwin are doomed to be condemned in court. This was going to be your first visit to him, and from what you now see, his condition is worse.

"Hello grandfather, it's me Alys." You say as you sit on his right side and taking his hand. You allow your mother to take the side that was uncovered. As your mother pleads and talks with him, you do your own secret work by focusing on the energy that still exists within the blood. Compared to what you have experienced, this was far slower and it was closer to getting stagnant. You'll have to be gentle, otherwise you may accidentally start a war without even having met Aemond.

"Simply be." You tell yourself as you somehow give some of your energy into him. Encouraging blood circulation to areas that are crucial for him living.

"May I stay with him longer mother? This is the first time I've seen him."

"Of course darling. I trust you can find your way to your room?"

"Yes mother."

She leaves you as you go to his uncovered side and repeat what you have done. No one escapes death, but the least you could do is to delay your grandfather's death long enough for him to help your mother tomorrow. Slowly and ever surely as you gently introduce more energy into his blood, his breathing begins to be more normal than it was earlier. His pulse now at a healthy rate than the dangerously slow speed it was in.

That must be enough for now. If he can make it through the night, then you'll just repeat what you've done tonight to give him more strength to be able to assist in the trial.

You make your way to the Sedan that was adequate enough for you to lay your head as you began to sleep and restore your own energy.

You awaken not long after your grandfather begins to call for you.

"Ah Ahlys, you are still here?" His voice was much more clearer now than when your mother was talking with him.

"Yes grandfather I am here."

"Help me child. We need to go."

"Grandfather slow down." You immediately catch him before he fell over trying to stand up.

"Do you remember what my mother?"

"Something about a trial. Am I right child?"

"Yes you are grandfather."

"Then help me dress. Don't alert the servants, I'll dress simply. Your mother needs me."

"We all do grandfather."

You proceeded to help him dress, and to fasten his mask and delivered to him his cane. At first you thought you were ready to leave when he stopped you before you could help him out the door.

"Alys, go to the chest over there. Change into the violet dress."

"We don't have time for that grandfather."

"We do. It's important I...I want everyone to know that I want peace, and I need someone to represent that. It was your grandmother's favorite dress, and I just couldn't bear to part with it till now. Plea-please-"

"...Okay grandfather." You say as you make him sit as you quickly change behind the dressing screen. Putting it on now, you realize why it may have been grandmother Aemma's favorite. It was easy to put on while still being regal without being too grand. You arrange your hair in a simple half bun secured by the hairstick that accompanied the dress. Allowing your face to be seen while also allowing your own wavy hair to flow naturally.

The two of you make your way to the throne room. You pray to Balerion or whomever God or Goddess is listening that neither of you were too late. The Kingsguard offered to assist him but he refused them all and told them that you helping him was more than enough.

You were now on front of the doors. You hear some loud voices. You felt nervous, but your mother needed you. You take a breath before opening the doors.

Everyone turned to look at you. Otto Hightower was standing on front of the Iron Throne. Now is not the time to lose focus.

"And who might you be? We are currently in the middle of a trial and we would appreciate it if there be no more interruptions."

"I am a granddaughter helping her grandfather." You didn't pay attention to the startled gasps as you turn around and immediately assist in helping your grandfather walk straight towards the Iron Throne.

"That's Alys Velaryon?"

"Seven help me."

"I am starting to understand why Rhaenyra and Daemon didn't want her to be seen."

"I wonder what Aegon feels now that she has made her appearance."

"Oh I think we all know the real person we should be making that inquiry to."

"I wonder if they have already met in private, they were incredibly close before the incident at Driftmark."

"I can't read his expression, maybe he doesn't care about her anymore."

You block out anymore gossips that you inevitably heard and focus on helping your grandfather take his place on the Iron Throne.

"I will be sitting today Otto." He says before taking your hand as you help him. Along the way his crown falls and he nearly fell over reaching for it had you not had a steady hand and was insistent that he be seated first. From your periphery you see Daemon reach for the crown and reverently places it back on your grandfather's head. Once that was done, you turn to make your way down, but your grandfather stops you.

"Alys dear, please stay by my side. It'll be easier than having to come back here just to assist me."

"Very well your grace." He was acting as the King now and you carefully step to the side and turn to face the crowd for the first time.

It was also your first time seeing him.

Who else would have an eyepatch if not Aemond.

From where you were standing, he now towers over his siblings. And has now grown into a man.

Your gazes meet.

You couldn't tell what he was feeling. Maybe it's the distance or maybe it's because he has learned to hide how he feels. Both are reasonable.

"Before we begin, I'd like to say that my granddaughter Alys looks beautiful in the violet gown she is wearing. Wouldn't you agree Rhaenyra?"

"Yes your grace she looks quite wonderful. It fits her quite well."

"And do you remember this dress?"

"It was my mother's favorite dress." You could see Alicent's eyes widen.

"Aemma has always said that violet was the appropriate color for peace. It's a product of talented dyers and artisans to make such a vibrant color. And it is because of this cooperation that clothing in this color was almost always the best. To Aemma it proved that it was possible to rise above pettiness and to actually achieve what was best for the realm. I feel like this needed to be a reminder to everyone."

A figure in the distant corner of the room caught your attention. But you couldn't be too obvious as to who it might probably be. You fix your gaze straight ahead as you use your periphery to see who it was.

Ser Ion looked relaxed in his hidden corner. You may not be able to see his expression, but you felt reassured that what you were doing was right.

At the same time you could also feel Aemond gaze at you. You feel your blood rush. You're uncertain if it was because he has any ill will to you or maybe it was just out of curiosity.

Either way, you're bound to find out soon enough.

Bonus:

Before puberty.

Aegon: I am so glad I'm not marrying Alys, she's a dragonless twit like you.

Aemond: Leave her alone she's my best friend.

After puberty.

Aegon: FUCK she could've been my wife? Mother why did you reject the proposal?

Aemond: Leave her the fuck alone she's mine.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this. I'm wondering if any of you have caught the seeds to the main conflict. Please leave comments or feedback. Thank you :)

[mhevarujta]

Sauron and Galadriel in The Rings of Power

There's been a lot of talk about Sauron and Galadriel's arc in the show. I've seen reactions vary from 'this is a cheap fanfic and completely against anything Tolkien would ever do' to 'they are in love with each other' depending on the audience and what they desire from the show.

Then there is the MC's recent interview, leading to fans speculating on whether Sauron will try to bring Galadriel to his side again etc. 

My own approach of this show is finding a silver lining of examining as its own thing and examining the characters arcs having in mind broader themes and the fact that his is a condensed timeline, so the entire arc of a character will be basically dealth in about 5 seasons when in the book it spans several ages.

With this in mind, this is the way I perceived what is being done with Sauron and Galadriel: I genuinely don't believe that the writers are going for a romance or for some version of badboy Sauron who becomes darker because he was rejected by Galadriel. I don't even believe that he starts with a genuine chance of redemption as Halbrand on the raft.Since the beginning, Sauron was quite willing to let any companion die. The first time he allows Galadriel to board the raft, she is the sole other survivor and he had let her fend for herself.  The second time, after they had talked, he had already seen her as potentially useful. I've seen the argument that Mairon may feel things that Sauron doesn't, but I don't think that the duality of Mairon/Sauron is prominent at all, if it even exists. 

For one thing, throughout it all he is always presented as someone who tells the aspects of the truth that suited him and that could sway her and those around him to the perception of events and to the course of action that suited him. Moreover, by this point in the show's canon he HAS experienced Morgoth's downfall and his experiments to have power over flesh have happened after his failed attempt at redemption.His choice has already been made.  I feel that he cares for Galadriel because he sees a conflict in her. He doesn't know of the specifics of Galadriel's journey, but he perceives that in a way they are similar... and they are, but it's a juxtaposition that they create.  Galadriel does not go to Aman in 1x01 because she didn't feel peace and didn't want to pursue a version of it for herself while the world was in turmoil. Based on Sauron's own arc in the Silmarillion, after Morgoth's defeat he MIGHT have genuinely repented for a while, but it was because of the fear his master's fall awoke in him. Sauron did not go to Aman because he was afraid of judgement.  In the show Galadriel was afraid of failing her own sense of duty and necessity in a way. But based on what we know... he? He was afraid of uncertainty. To seek redemption, he basically needed impunity in advance if he was to even put in the effort. 

Galadriel's conflict is something he can use. It's something that he can also relate to on an emotional level (but not in terms of its moral context). Her utility, the way he can channel that to manipulate AND the fact that she's beautiful strong and resilient are all factors that capture his interest.  I feel that to an extent he lusted for her, as we know Morgoth had for Luthien.  Nevertheless, what leads to him wanting her by his side is that 'feeling' he addresses in 1x06. Some interpret that  as a romantic confession. Personally I feel he was speaking of control.When fighting by her side he had someone to pull him back and limit him in a way he could not manage himself. If he had that when Morgoth fell he might have managed to be redeemed.  But his tendancies prevail. 

Where one could consider what he felt as a need for companionship and of genuinely having people close to them, for Sauron it's accompanied by an idea of order and control; of binding it to his very being. He twists it into a corrupted notion that just clicks when he meets Celebrimbor and the idea of an object of power comes and clicks with it. He wants that feeling of certainty AND his own twist on power, which beats any purity that feeling that awakened in him might have had, and which is why he sells to Galadriel the idea of them ruling together, even though with control he'd have over her through the ring would basically cancel out any chance she had at setting limits. But it's the feeling and the illusion of it all that matters to him and with regard of himself only. 

Even as he presents them as the saviors of middle earth, she asks something along the lines of 'save or rule?' Sauron not seeing the difference between the two and seing his own dominance and vision as salvation is exactly why he is lost and at the point of no return. It also clearly separates the two. Galadriel WAS tempted in both the book and the show, and in the show she's clearly drowning in her rage and desire for vengeance (I feel that her hunting of Sauron in the show is inspired by that line about her wanting to follow Feanor and thwart him), but ultimately their goals and worldviews are very different, which is why she CAN pull herself back every single time. She has a sense of self and of others that he never had and it's why she can choose to 'remain Galadriel' and not lose everything that makes her who she is because of a desire of power that most people have in one way or the other.Of course, the moment Sauron is rejected, he is very much willing to let her die. I feel this was a pretty big indication concerning how the writers see these two and the fact that, while Sauron may still see uses for her and have his eyes set upon her, there's no chance of the show exploring them as actual love-interests or even allies.

 Then why build this arc in the first place? Because of the themes and the juxtaposition, as I mentioned earlier. Even if we look at their names, there's something interesting there. We have the Dark Lord and the Lady of Light; the Lord of Gifts and the Lady of Gifts; Artano and Artanis; the Lord of the Rings and the Lady of the Ring; the Black Master and the Mistress of Magic; the Black One/Master and the White Lady; the Shadow in the Forest and the Lady of Golden Wood. I don't know, I just feel that the idea of exploring this comes from the right place and was done quite well in season 1. Of course some may disagree and that's their prerogative.

[mirnsey]

Oh..

Humans and vultures..

Animals so different but such the same..

Humans, who just happened to dwell around with those who they want to take from. They hang over their heads, giving them the love and attention to stroke their ego to then get their stomachs filled in return once the person starts to turn thin. Humans who watch in glee as they start to get weaker, awaiting for the dreadful moment they fall dead. They can then feast on the other beings corpse, devouring all they can to fill the everlasting void in their gut…

And then vultures, or was it.. humans? Who had I just explained?

Are they such the same that I must recall back to my own writing to make sure what I had written was correct? Is it true that both are grotesque flesh eating creatures who anticipate for the downfall of another being to then feast on the meat of their former.

But.. neither vultures nor humans dedicate their lives to do this, they do it to live, not to feel like they are living.

Yes, some are aware of their devilish ways, using their silent movement and spine chilling calls to input fear or even comfort into their decaying victim. Despite this, most did not. Most loved their life and those around them, but soon got an empty feeling in their gut when around a certain person. They seemed different, dwindling of their shining strength.. they were weak.. consumable…

Attachment was the animals next move, slowly integrating into one’s life and heart. They would sit there silently, spewing whatever the prey wanted to hear to try and get into their head. Watching them was their whole life from then on, eyes trained on their food’s body as they slowly decayed to nothing but a reeking corpse. And they would then do nothing but move on instinct, digging their claws into the unmoving body and devouring their flesh.

It wasn’t what they wanted. It was what they needed. They never wanted to do this… giving those what they want just for their body to be eaten in return. To just sit by their side as a companion they could have been, to only be what disposed of their body once they had died. It was how they showed love, making use of the fall of someone who they had seen peak. Stuffing their beak with the meat of a being who they had watched reach their best and slowly become their worst. It was all they could do, all their minds had been calibrated to satisfy some carnal hunger that would come upon them.

It was what the vulture needed to do to live, maw molded to crush bones and talons designed to rip and tear at rotted skin and muscles. They did it to fill their bottomless stomach, sharp eyes searching for whatever new being decided to show even a speck of weakness they could then exploit. To then fulfill their endless need of sustenance in their gut..

To give peace to that pleading and thrashing demand to devour those they have loved…

Or.. was that humans?

Who cared, this is fanfiction, do with it what you please.

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I wrote this for the beginning of an angst fanfic, and I’m proud of myself for this *pats self on back*

[loveanoutcast]

ok but I read games and I am ADDICTED and I just thought I could maybe request something like-

Eren meeting the reader through a simple comment and a timeskip to them being v close until they eventually end up in a fight because reader was ranting to eren about how perfect their crush (who is actually eren) is and him just exploding and them getting into a fight until the reader eventually goes "that person is you, dumbass!" Or smth like that and from there it all just turns into a lot of kisses and smut👀

only if you're comfy/in the mood of writing smth like this tho! just had this random thought last night and thought I'd request a little erenxfembodiedreader

Anyway have a nice day, night, afternoon, morning, you're amazing :D

Oh my gosh, this is my first request ever and I am so incredibly excited to write this and I really hope I did good in writing something you would want. Thank you so much for submitting this request, please feel free to send more! I love writing fanfics of any aot character and will do my absolute best to embody them in these. Sorry for the long wait, when I say the last chapter had me all the way FUCK3D up. EreMika is canon and I haven't been able to stop saying "He loved her, oh my god he loved her" in that "and they were roommates" vine way because that's my coping mechanism and it's cheaper than therapy. Anyway, I give you-

"Assumptions."

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem!reader

TW: nsfw, smut, angst, jealously, swearing, yelling, a bit of fluff, unprotected intercourse, breeding kink, a bit of voyeurism, a bit of sexism, eren being denser than a rock, Levi having health issues because he's old

Other: aot world if the mess of season four never happened and eren didn't fall to sad bitch hours, reader is a regular girl with family issues, all characters are over 18, Erwin never died and Floch never went insane

It wasn't that Eren hated going into town, but he wasn't exactly used to going to town alone. He always had Mikasa and Armin flanking either side of him but since the discovery of the world outside the walls and the decreased threat of titans, scouts were needed more than ever in the recovery of the lost districts. Mikasa was the second strongest soldier alive and Armin was expected to take after Erwin. Eren was useful when it came to being the one who possessed the attack and founder titan, but lately there was no big threats that required his titan abilities.

That didn't stop Hange from poking him, nor did it stop Captain Levi from keeping him busy with even the most minimalist of tasks. Today was no different and when the options were given to him and Jean, who was still asleep in his bunker, on shoveling horse shit or going into town to stock up on supplies and check to ensure all market suppliers weren't being capitalist pigs to the local vendors, Eren all but hauled ass through the door, hand swiping the grocery list off the table and yelling, "Good luck Jean-boy!"

Everything seemed to be going just fine, none of the local vendors had any troubles and most seemed happier with the drastic improvements of the living situations for Eldians. The fear of being eaten any day now or losing a loved one to war had seemed to be the driving force that had led to problems before. Some people recognized Eren, but no one seemed to want to approach him. He had had encounters with people who thought of him as a god, but he usually ignored them or kept a level-headed composure. Despite knowing that he had a power no one else had, outside of being a titan-shifter, Eren didn't really know what he had to offer. Armin was smart, Mikasa was strong, and he couldn't exactly claim titan-shifter seeing that Armin was also the colossal and Ymir had been the jaw.

He let out a sigh, kicking a rock in his path and silently yearning for something beyond his knowledge. Despite knowing that he was never really alone, he felt lonely a lot of the time. He had never given much thought to settling down, with the clock running out on him he often thought what was even the point? He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep being a soldier or if he wanted to go back home one day, he didn't really try to dwell on the future, content with being in the present and having Mikasa always on the verge of tears when she was reminded that he would one day die, didn't really give him room to think of much else.

You weren't oblivious to the tales and rumors that went around the town about the scouts and their secret weapon in the form of a shapeshifting man and how him and his comrades were able to plug the hole in the wall of a district your family had come from long ago. Your father had long since escaped the walls of Maria before it fell, he made an honest living being a construction man, and your mother was a nurse who happened to catch his eye when he had a roofing accident. They built a life for themselves within Wall Rose. You weren't the richest family, nor did you have a name that was well known. Nonetheless, you were all hard working. Your brothers worked for the respect they got, one being a weapon maker and the other being a bar keeper was enough for the part of town you were in. Even their wives did well for themselves in being a seamstress and bar waitress. As the youngest, you were loved and cared for. You weren't the most beautiful girl in town, but you turned heads nonetheless, well until one of your brothers decided to glare or promptly hit whoever doted on you too long for their liking.

The people who knew you, thought you were trouble. Mostly the elders spewed of you and your ways of thinking being a disgrace to everything Eldians stood for and bringing only shame to your gender, you were a woman ahead of her time and they couldn't stand it. Like your mother you had entered the medical field, but even when you were small you claimed you would be a doctor one day. You shadowed and worked under the supervision of the town's doctors. Many amused at your antics, some who didn't care about you being a girl and just grateful to leave such responsibility on someone who was genuine in the intent, and others not caring one way or another and not willing to hear your screeching pleads to observe what they did. Your mom had spoken with you more than once about settling with being a doctor's aide, today being no different and you let out a sigh as you looked to your mother's pained expression.

"I just don't understand why you insist on making your life so difficult? It was bad enough when you proudly exclaimed your goals in front of the entire church, but now this?"

You could only look away, looking towards the fields where you saw your third brother grooming the horses. You hadn't said anything bad, you were approached with a job offer that would give you the title and respect you had been desperately craving, and it would bring greater honor to your family...or so you thought before your mother reacted the opposite in which you hoped.

"I will not have any daughter of mine chasing dreams and fantasies off in some other place where no one can protect you. This is a suicide mission and I for one will not stand by and watch you march forward to your downfall."

Your father stood behind your mother, not really saying anything and not even looking at you. You felt especially bad for the commander and captain who stood on either side of you and were bearing witness to the absurd exchange between your family.

"Mrs. Y/L/N, you have to know that if Y/N were to accept this offer, she would never be in the front lines. We have bases located all throughout the walls and she would do what she did best and be our primary doctor." Commander Erwin spoke with such calm words, his demeanor kind and patient.

"So you expect me to let her run off with a bunch of men whose brains are broken from the wars they fought and not worry? She is not even married!"

You grit your teeth so hard upon hearing that, you were sick of the standards put forth on you since your birth. You were sick of the expectations you were in no hurry to reach and you were especially tired of the lack of faith your family had in you to be independent and strong. Your fists clenched and you felt a steady gaze on you.

"I'm not an expert or anything on parenting, nor will I act as if I am, but instead of yelling at her, why don't you try asking your daughter what she wants to do?" You didn't silence the gasp you released, looking at Captain Levi in confusion and admiration.

All eyes turned to you, your mother crossing her arms as if asking you to try and defy her. Erwin looked a bit expectedly and Levi looking indifferent to the entire conversation. It was your father who beat you to it before you could even open your mouth to answer.

"You have a choice, my daughter. If you choose to stay, you'll make your mother and brothers happy. You can continue to help people but you will never be acknowledged as a doctor...but you'll have your family. Or you can choose to leave and live your life to your own accord, but you will lose the respect of the town and your mother will never speak to you again. Are you willing to put yourself above your family?" You expected this from your father, always neutral and never judgmental, what he was saying was true after all. Were you willing to lose your family over your dreams? Would you be able to survive on your own with only the scouts to rely on?

Your head was hurting and your frustration only grew when your brothers decided to come home and after your mother wailing at them about your plans to leave, they were quick to overwhelm you with their own opinions. The commander and captain apologized but they had to leave and return to headquarters.

"Take your time on making your decision. We will come back in a few days for your answer." Commander Erwin told you, giving you a smile as he continued, "I know its a lot to ask you to choose us over your flesh and blood, but if you do. You have my promise that we will protect you, and we may never be able to fully replace your family in your heart, but the scouts will be a family on its own for you."

"Tch," Captain Levi shook his head, "Look brat, you will see and do things that you won't always like. People will die no matter how hard you try to save them, but call Erwin and Hange delusional--they see something in you. Don't walk into this half-assed, if you choose to be our doctor and you choose to take on the title and everything it carries with it, you have to dedicate your heart."

You only nodded. Two days had passed as you walked through the market, the small basket in your hands carried apples and some citrus fruits. Your mother still wasn't talking to you and your brothers seemingly assumed you wouldn't be leaving, only your father knew how frantic your mind was, and one morning he admitted that he would be delighted to have at least one of his children carry the family name on a military standing. So you had his support.

You even spoke to the animal doctor you had been shadowing for the past few weeks, his eyebrows had rose in an impressed matter and he promptly asked when you would be leaving.

"I haven't made a decision, yet." You said.

"You would be an idiot not to take it." Was all he replied before asking you to give the cattle their medicine.

Idiot, huh? You wondered. You knew deep down he was right. Your mind continued to play in endless loops of thought before you heard a commotion to your right. Turning your head you saw a group of men, their huddling seemed a bit more frantic and it was not until one of them yelled that you noticed one man in particular on his knees.

"Help! Someone call a doctor!"

The man on the floor was bleeding rather profusely and you didn't have time to question what happened before you quickly made way.

"Sir, let me see."

"Hey! Woman don't touch him!"

"Make yourself useful and go get a doctor! What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"I am a doctor." You calmly said, inspecting the gash on his side and seeing the edge of what appeared to be a broken pipe sticking out from the building behind them. The drips if bloods glistening in the sun only confirmed what you thought.

"We were-" The injured man rasped out, "Just horsing around."

"It's okay." You reassured, grabbing a roll of gauze and stack of medical napkins you always kept in your basket. You apologized before applying pressure to the wound, and you heard the patter of rushing feet.

"A doctor is on his way! A real one!" One of the men sneered, and you did your best not to roll your eyes and focus on stopping the bleeding. You asked the man to lie on his back and he surprisingly complied, he didn't seem to care about you being a girl and only seemed thankful to not be alone and scared.

"Do you hear that? Move before you kill him!" The first man hollered, the hand on your shoulder causing you to sharply inhale.

"Excuse me for one moment." You told the man, and you were quick as you hand shot up to grip the disrespectful ass by his wrist and twist it in one fluid motion, you wasted no time in using the building wall as leverage, quickly running up and using his weight to stabilize yourself before you roundhouse kicked him so hard it sent both of you flying back. You landed on one foot, balancing yourself before going back to the patient.

You couldn't deny how satisfying it was to hear the impact, or the groan of pain coming from him. Your eyes met the others.

"If any of you touch me, I'll do exactly what I did to your buddy there, but ten times worse. Now shut the hell up and let me save this man."

Eyes widely stared at you as you resumed caring for the injured, a few minutes passed by the time the doctor got there.

"Oh!" His eyebrows rose, "Hello Y/N, didn't expect to see you here. If I would have known, I wouldn't have left the hospital on its own."

"Hi Dr. Goodwin," You looked up, two fingers on the injured man's wrist and the other held up four fingers from your counting. You blushed slightly from his confidence in you and you noticed the men who bullied you all sport faces of confusion.

"His pulse is stable. I wrapped the wound tightly, but he needs stitches."

"Thank you, miss." The injured man grabbed your hand and you smiled in return.

"Don't mention it."

"Actually, it's Dr. Y/L/N." Dr. Goodwin said, seeing your eyes widen and the smile he gave only made your heart swell that much more.

The doctor nodded, thanking you before asking his helpers to load him to the small gurney they brought. He could only thank you briefly before you waved them off. The other guys had stayed back, eyes wide in disbelief that the doctor not only recognized you, but acknowledged your work.

"Are you a nurse or something?"

"Are you morons deaf? Did you not hear Dr. Goodwin? I'm a doctor too."

The leader seemed to recover from the kick you gave him earlier as his lip curled in an ugly matter, "What kind of sick joke is that? No such thing as a woman doctor."

"Obviously there is if I'm standing right in front of you. Or did my kick knock a few more scews loose?"

Eren was walking buy, noticing the commotion from afar and as a soldier, his instincts to provide help in dire situations kicked in. He elbowed his way to the front. Seeing you standing defiantly in front of five tall muscular men. He stepped forward as the main leader got in your face, but when you shifted your foot, he seemed to coil back. Eren noticed a giant welt on one side of his face and wondered how the hell he got such an ugly bruise. It didn't stop their onslaught.

"Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you could do whatever the fuck you want?"

"Because in this world, I'm free to do whatever the fuck I please." Eren watched as your eyes narrowed in further defiance, the smile on your face sickeningly sweet and all he could think about was how he had never seen such a woman.

You hadn't even noticed the audience that gathered, you side stepped the group of men, going as far as waving a goodbye with a breathy giggle, you picked up your basket. You had a small hop to your step and despite not caring to even spare a glance to the onlookers, your eyes met a pair of pretty green ones. The prominent bone structure made you think, "Wow."

However, the tall muscular body you did a once over on had you follow that thought with, "Oh damn."

Eren seemed dumbfounded, your obviousness in checking him out made him flush. He had never felt self-conscious over his body. He knew even before he hit puberty that he would do well to grow muscles and abs, the necessary type of figure to have if one were to be a soldier of the scouts. He knew it was also something some females found attractive in the opposite sex but it's not like he ever had time to date much less dwell on what girls liked. Seeing the way you looked at him though, he couldn't deny that he silently hoped for your approval.

When you finally met his eyes once more, you had him floored when he saw you drop a wink at him.

The crowd murmuring as they watched you go made his own eyebrows furrow in confusion. He stepped to one of the members and demanded an explanation.

"Honestly, the little lady was crazy! She came in here claiming to be a doctor and helped patch up a guy who got cut by the pipe over there. Instead of waiting for a real doctor, she made a whole fuss."

"Where's the guy?"

"Dr. Goodwin picked him up. That doctor is mad too, he also said she was a doctor, but that's ridiculous. No woman can be a doctor. That's so many levels of wrong."

Eren felt the urge to punch the man in the mouth, but one glance at the ugly bruise his friend sported reminded him,

"What happened to your face?"

The leader grumbled a bunch of profanities, "That little bitch. I tried to get her off before she messed the guy up anymore and she kicked me."

"In your face?" Eren sounded impressed, and he was when he received a nod of confirmation.

He looked to the direction which you disappeared in and said fine words to the group, "Whether you men like it or not. The world is changing, everyone is free to be who they want. If women can join the military no problem, they can be doctors too."

He saluted before rushing off, not hearing the mutters of annoyance from the men. In all honestly, Eren had no clue on what he was doing.

You were scrubbing off the blood from under your fingernails near a fountain when you hear the shuffle of feet from behind you. You silently hoped it wasn't any of those morons asking for more trouble, but you were pleasantly surprised when your eyes met a pair of green ones from before.

"I'm Eren." You smiled at him, nodding and your smile turned quirked when he stuttered in, "Yeager. Eren Yeager."

Hmm, you had thought, His name suits him. You studied his demeanor, not missing the gear strapped to either sides of his hips or the green hood covering his shoulders. You knew immediately that he was a scout and you wondered if he knew Captain Levi. Before you got the courage to ask him, he beat you to it.

"What did you mean by what you said earlier? Do you really think that? That we're all free to do anything we want here?"

You smiled as you nodded, walking towards a vendors stand and Eren fell into step beside you, you felt nervous around him, but also safe with his company. He watched you as you picked up another apple to inspect.

"We have laws and rules though...so we're not technically all the way free?"

"I'm free to be me, just as you are free to be you...Eren...Yeager."

It was the way the sun hit your face in that moment, highlighting your strong cheekbones and giving a special glint in your eyes that made Eren want to hear your thoughts more. He spent the rest of the day asking you questions, never satisfied with the small responses you gave him and he even walked you home. The mean glare from your mother confused him beyond belief and it was your father's words that made you gasp in surprise that night.

"He's the titan shifter, the one who helped plug up wall Rose."

Your face had turned red in embarrassment, you were talking so casually to a literal titan and you even flirted with him. He even held your basket the entire trip to your house and you didn't even consider how informal you acted with your skirt. You had hitched one of them up your thigh to get better footing and hadn't missed the way Eren blushed at seeing so much skin. You knew the girls in the scouts wore pants, but even then they kept covered.

You were certain Eren wanted nothing else to do with a girl who held little to no morals, but you were caught by pleasant surprise when you saw him with Erwin and Levi the next day in town.

His eyes had immediately found yours and you didn't miss the blush on his cheeks as he gave you a small wave. You couldn't but laugh when Captain Levi suddenly kicked him.

"Who's got you turning red brat?"

"Uh-it's nothing, captain."

He didn't look convinced as you gathered the courage to approach. Erwin acknowledged your presence which Eren was grateful for, but his eyebrows still came down in confusion on how the commander knew your name.

"Y/N!" Erwin gave a polite smile which you returned, "So great to see you. We were actually just about to stop by your house."

"Really? What a coincidence, I was hoping to stop by headquarters today as well." Your smile was bright, and by the way the air around you seemed cheerful, Erwin returned your energy.

"Bearing good news I hope?" He still hesitantly asked.

You nodded as you laughed, "I would love to accept the offer if it still stands."

"Of course it does," Captain Levi scoffed, his arms were folded across his chest. You noted for the first time the soft grey color of his eyes and despite the deep scowl he was currently showing, he had chubby cheeks that made you want to squish, "We wouldn't be coming all this way for nothing."

"I thought we were coming to collect a new scout, Captain Levi." Eren asked, you felt yourself blush in realization that he had no clue it was actually you they were referring to.

"We are," Levi grabbed you by your arm and yanked you towards him as he pointed at you while looking at Eren like he was an idiot, "Meet the scout's new doctor. Dr. Y/L/N meet Eren-"

"Yeager." You finished, smiling towards Eren, "We've met."

Erwin and Levi exchanged looks as they watched you and Eren smiled at each other like a pair of idiots, the realization dawning over them and Erwin couldn't fight the smirk that crossed his face. Small world, he thought.

Six months had passed since the first fateful encounter you had with Eren. You had long since moved out of your home and besides the occasional secret letter from your father, you hadn't heard nor seen the rest of your family since your decision to become a doctor for the scouts.

It was a transition to go through as you lost one family and gained a new one, but everyone was so accepting and welcoming. The girls welcomed you with open arms, most notably was Sasha whose habit of eating everything and anything brought her to the infirmary on more than one occasion, Connie usually followed right behind her with a minor injury resulting from his carelessness. You had met Floch when he brought Jean in from a sparring session gone wrong and he immediately took a liking to you. Your level-headedness was like a breath of fresh air to him as he was constantly sorrounded by people he thought were idiots. Jean liked your confidence (The fact that you were easy on the eyes, didn't hurt either), Mikasa respected the way you didn't hesitate to put people in their place, and Armin admired that despite your obvious toughness, you were a kind and patient doctor who never turned anyone away. You were diligent and hard-working, yet your smile was always able to uplift any sour mood and you always put your best foot forward. The one time he had puked all over your hospital floor from eating too much undercooked meat was embarrassing for him, he thought for sure you were going to be angry and call him an idiot. Instead, you took his temperature, put a cold cloth on his head (despite his titan status guaranteeing a speedy recovery), and started a healthier diet plan for him. Armin was scheduled a weekly checkup with you, partly to ensure he was listening and partly for you to study him a bit more. Your research on the titan's ability to regenerate and recover from even the worst injuries was fascinating for you, you hoped to isolate the genes and figure out a way to maybe trigger it in regular Eldians without setting off the titan ability, the fact that Eren made it a habit to accompany Armin didn't hurt either.

Eren had grown attached to you, whenever he wasn't busy or in need of a place to hide from Captain Levi's wrath or Hange's insistence to poke and prod him, he would be hanging out around you or in your office. At one point you had to hide him under your desk when Commander Erwin stopped by to hold a meeting with you about providing first aid training to the scouts for excursions. You were always welcomed to accompany them outside the walls, but your work was enough to make you stay. You recalled the way Eren was pressed against your legs, the feel of his hands steadying himself on your calves and when your skirt had shifted up when you reached for one of the records, you felt Eren brush his fingertips along the muscle. You had stammered the rest of the meeting through and smacked him afterwards for putting you in such a compromising position. You were blushing furiously at the way he gave such a boyish grin and even that night while he walked you to your small cottage, he had a satisfied smile in place.

You always knew you liked Eren, you were also hopeful that the feeling was mutual. The both of you had grown close over the course of your stay, as the head doctor you were given your own living quarters, not too far from headquarters but not so close to the city that you would be given a hard time. Your cottage was fair in size and with the amount of income you were receiving, you were quick to furnish and decorate it to your liking. Eren had even helped by adding his own touches to the interior. The times you would go to the city with him was always met with many curious stares. Your age and gender made many turn heads when you walked in, the fact that you were the youngest and by far prettiest doctor the scouts had ever had made people naturally gravitate to you. Your ability to make friends quickly also made it that almost every weekend you were entertaining guests at your house. Sometimes it would be dinner with Sasha, Niccolo, and Connie. Other times you would be knitting and embroidering with Mikasa and Armin, there was even game nights with everyone until Jean and Eren became too competitive with one another. Other times when the higher ups had meetings (All of which you had to attend since you technically held an officer position within the military branch) you would offer your house where you all shared cups of tea and your famous baked goods. You had even seen Captain Levi grab seconds on your sugar cookies.

It was the times when Eren would swing by alone that caused your heart to flutter, he would walk you home almost every night now. At first he would find the poorest excuses to see you like needing a bandaid for his wrist from the biting (even though by the time you gave him the gauze it would be healed over completely) or try to "casually" be around the area when you would get out at three in the morning. Eventually your amusement turned to you asking him to walk you home every night under the guise that you were afraid of being targeted or hurt, even though everyone had seen you body-slam Reiner the one time he tried to hit on you when you were stitching up his eyebrow from an ugly gash. Nonetheless, Eren accepted. You would invite him in for tea every time and he would even bring you lunch on days he failed to see you in the cafeteria. It seemed like everyone under the sun knew about you and Eren's crushes on one another, so it was also a pain in the ass that neither of you had yet to make a move on one another. Even Erwin had assumed you two were together the one morning he stopped by your house on your day off to ask for your aid for a soldier who had broken their arm from a training exercise, his eyes had grown wide upon seeing you open the door in only your nightgown, you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you invited him in for breakfast.

Upon walking in, he immediately saw Eren exiting your bathroom in his casual jeans, his hair was wet and sticking up from the steam of the shower. Eren wasn't wearing a shirt and before Erwin could excuse himself completely you quickly explained how you hadn't wanted him to walk outside so late so he slept on your couch. You were washing his clothes and had left them out to dry and Erwin could only nod and stop himself from suggesting for Eren to bring spare clothes to yours, remembering that it wasn't his place to push or even encourage his team's doctor and titan-shifter to date even though by the way he saw you put jelly on Eren's toast while he made your cup of tea with three sugars was enough for him to almost just order the two of you to date. Instead, he gave a long rant to Levi, wondering aloud whether Eren was either oblivious to your affections or just an idiot, Levi only replied with, "Did you happen to bring any of the toast she made?"...he did and Levi later on answered, "He's just an idiot." while licking the excess jelly off his fingers.

It was another day at headquarters, the mid-summer day was hot and since the flow of traffic had been slow inside the infirmary, you found yourself mostly in the officer's lounge. You had opted to wear a long sleeve empire waist dress, the top had ruffles along your collar and the soft pink of the dress complimented your skin tone. It fell around mid-thigh and the black shoes you wore with them completed your overall look. Eren had stared at your bare legs for a while until he noted your haircut. You had only cut off the ends but your heart did a flip as you blushed from him noticing. You had been chatting with Hange about your research while Moblit spoke to Eren about the new set of routes to be taken during their next trip beyond the walls when Captain Levi walked in. Hange waved him over and he fell easily beside you.

"Hey." His arm brushing against yours and you hummed in response, leaning a bit towards him which didn't go unnoticed by Eren.

"Levi, did you take your medicine this morning?" About two weeks ago you had caught the captain asleep at his desk for the fourth time. You knew he overworked himself and refused to sleep in his bed no matter how many therapeutic pillows you got him, but while he was out like a light you decided to check his blood pressure, only to find it alarmingly high. You figured the amount of stress and cups of caffeinated tea were to blame. Levi kept in good shape, but considering his age and the fact that he never even considers laughing, you prescribed him medications to be take every morning and cut him off from his usual tea leaves. The former was easier to push as the calcium and magnesium capsules were easy to swallow, it was getting rid of all the tins in his desk that made him a bit unbearable to the new recruits.

He let out an annoyed grunt as he nodded. Your smile was soft as you put an encouraging hand on his arm and Eren was officially not listening to Moblit anymore.

"Thanks for sticking to your diet, Captain Levi. As a token of my appreciation, I got you these." You didn't let him reply, quick to act as always as you reached into the small basket you had brought and grabbed his hand to put the gray tin of loose leaves that you took out in his palm.

As usual, the captain was unfazed by your lack of appreciation for personal space. The past few weeks had done well to teach him how despite being yelled at, threatened, and even outright ignored at times, your cheeriness was impossible to diminish and you did whatever the heck you wanted even when it was at times impulsive.

"What is it?" He looked between you and the tin, the slight sneer on his upper lip making you release a giggle before you tapped the bow you tied on it.

"It's tea leaves." He raised a slim eyebrow which made you roll your eyes, "Decaffeinated tea."

"Let me guess, it tastes like shit." His eyes flickered to the purple bow, "Or it'll make me shit."

You laughed, you upper body leaning on his as you attempted to catch your breath. The joke wasn't that funny but the face he made was. You giggled as you shook your head and Hange watched in bemusement as you elaborated,

"It's the tea I always serve and judging by the three cups you had last time, I'm positive you'll like it."

Levi let out a nod, he hadn't even noticed that the tea you served had no caffeine but the heavy notes of honey in it probably explained its sweetness. He gave a quiet thank you before his scowl returned,

"So that's why I was on the crapper all night after the last meeting."

"With a potty mouth like that, it's not wonder you don't have a girlfriend." You deadpanned.

"I feel bad for the poor bastard who falls in love with you."

You let out a small tsk, smiling at him and hoping Eren heard as you said, "Well that depends if he admits he feels the same way."

Captain Levi quirked an eyebrow at you, his eyes knowing and you blushed under his stare. Your fingers fiddling behind your back and Eren hated the way Levi suddenly chuckled at you. His smile was a rarity and to have him giving it to you only meant one thing to Eren; the captain liked you.

"So there is someone you like? Who's the poor brat?"

When you were about to make another snide remark, Hange cut in and excused herself and Moblit.

"As fascinating as this is, there's a captured titan waiting my arrival and if I don't get to use this research Dr. Y/L/N just gave me before nightfall, I will lose my mind."

"I hadn't heard of us ever finding it to begin with." Levi sighed, taking a lock of your hair between his fingers and letting the curl bounce back before he excused himself to tag along with them.

"Someone's got to make sure four eyes doesn't get killed."

"That's why Moblit is going with her." You noted.

"And who do you think will make sure Moblit doesn't get killed?" He smiled once more, "Laters doc."

You waved goodbye to the three, the door clicking behind them and you turned to see Eren with his arms crossed. He was pouting like a child and you wondered what his deal was. You figured with your earlier comment, he would be over the moon to hear you hinting at liking him. You skipped up to him, getting on the tips of your toes as you poked his cheek.

"What's the matter? You look like a scolded child."

"Nothing." He muttered, looking away as his jaw clenched and you only poked him once more.

"Liar." You called him out, "Talk to me."

"You didn't answer Captain Levi's question."

You were sure that there was a giant question mark on top of your head, the gear in your mind shifting as you tried to recall what the captain asked before your mouth opened in realization. You couldn't help but smile as you looked down at Eren's shoes and he only seemed to grow angrier as he watched you blush.

"About my crush? Oh! Well I wouldn't call him a brat, but I guess his attitude could often warrant that title. He's got this sort of this determined mentality that I guess some people can find...overbearing." You played with the cuff of your dress, "But I personally find it charming."

"So he's charming?"

You hummed as you smiled, "He's a bit rough around the edges, but he always means well. He's easy on the eyes too. Got really nice hair and pretty colored eyes that makes me swoon around him. Not to mention his body looks like Zeus could be his father." To add emphasis, your body leaned side to side as you laughed.

Eren snorted, his eyes rolling as he thought of any guy he knew that was like you described. All he could think of was Captain Levi and Erwin. He hated to think of Levi as charming, but he was rough all around. Erwin had eyes that Historia had once described as pretty, but to think of you being attracted to someone as old as him made his stomach flip.

"Want to head back to my office?" You suggested, not wanting to leave Eren's side until he figured it out but also not wanting to stick around in case other officers walked in. You got a stiff nod and wanted to giggle when Eren still opened the door for you. As the both of you walked through the large building, you added a hop to your step as you continued,

"He's also such a gentleman. He respects me, he's never intimidated by my sharp wit, always opens doors for me, waits until I'm sitting before he starts eating, and he almost seems proud of me being a doctor. He's just so understanding and sure of himself as a man that I guess the idea of having a girlfriend in my position would never make him feel inferior." You turned to look at Eren sideways and noticed his shoulders hunched, you knew it was cruel how you kept teasing him but were hopeful that it would click for him soon, so you went on.

"Wow, sounds like a real keeper." He grumbled, now thinking of Jean or even Connie. Armin was too occupied with Annie and Reiner was too obsessed with Historia to hang around you. There was no way Beruto/Borrito/Bertoto would catch your eye as you had made it a point to always get his name wrong, but Connie made you laugh and Jean was always extra nice to you.

"I'm telling you, I think he's perfect. He's dependable, strong, and we share so many of the same ideas. I could talk to him for hours and never be bored and when I'm not with him, I feel...sad. I just constantly want to be by his side and if I'm not I want him to be thinking about me because that's exactly what I do."

You both entered your office, you walked up to your desk as you spoke, turning around and leaning against it to look at Eren. He had closed your door a little harder than necessary, the wood shaking against the frame as he crossed his arms and leaned his back on the door. He looked downright irritated and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

"So why haven't you told him?"

You shrugged, "I think I've been pretty obvious about it, I'm always smiling when he's in the room, I always want to be with him, there's never a day where we don't walk together. I even wore this dress for him today."

You waved down at your figure, Eren's eyes looked over you twice and you jumped up on your desk, your thighs parting as you let the short skirt cover your panties and barely cover the tops of your thighs.

"I'm sure he'll love it." Eren spit out.

"I don't know..." You tilted your head, "Do you?"

Eren pushed himself off the door, going to your bookcase and letting his fingers brush the spines of the books, "It doesn't matter what I think. I'm not Mr. Pretty eyes. Sounds like a simpleton to me."

You let out an actual deep sigh and Eren met you with furrowed brows.

"What?"

"You're so fucking dense, Eren."

"What did I say?" He threw his hands up, "Just because I called him simple? I'm so sorry I don't care to hear you go on and on about this guy. I never thought I'd see you bend over backwards for some guy who opens doors for you. I thought you would have higher standards than that."

You let out a snort, "Keep talking Yeager, and I just might higher them."

"I mean I never thought looks would be so important to you. It's so-"

"So what?" Your tongue had a sharp edge that did not go unnoticed by Eren. He stood only a few feet from your desk, but you saw the awkward shift in his posture.

"Shallow." He spit out.

"Excuse me?" You gave him a look that said if he wouldn't apologize in the next ten seconds, he would surely live to regret it.

"What I mean is...what guy could possibly have this head over heels and you're just now telling me? I thought...I thought we-" He stopped, looking to the side and you relaxed before saying,

"We what, Eren?"

"I thought we had something special." He muttered. He looked to see your mouth opened in a small gasp and he began to turn to exit when you quietly beckoned him over.

"Eren...come here."

"No, I should g-"

"Please." You begged and the look in your eyes brought him to stand in front of you. Your hands reached for his shirt, yanking him forward and you hooked your legs around his calves. Eren gaped at you, not knowing what to do and say as you put one hand on his shoulder and the other cupped his cheek.

"You are such a dumbass." You laughed, "The person I've been going on and on about, that simpleton you bashed, is you. It's always been you, Eren."

It was like watching a light flicker on very very slowly, but once it was on you watched as embarrassment flooded Eren. His smile was sheepish and stupid as he stuttered over his words. His hands rested on your hips and you stroked his face from his temple to jaw as you asked,

"Do you maybe feel the same way?"

You didn't get a verbal answer, the sudden kiss Eren laid on you was an answer enough. His lips were soft and warm as they moved against your own, his tongue enveloped yours and you felt him lean more onto you. The moan that slipped out his mouth when you bit his bottom lip made something tighten in your stomach.

When you two finally broke apart you didn't miss the trail of saliva that connected the two of you and you whimpered for more. The second kiss was heavier, a clash of teeth and tongues as Eren feverishly wrestled to touch you everywhere his hands could reach. You felt him press against your core, the loud gasp you let out made him look at you in concern.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop if you want me to."

You shook your head as you met those green eyes that held you captive since day one, "More. I want more."

The smirk was something you had never seen, his eyes became half-lidded as Eren kissed your nose. Then your chin, then your neck. When he reached your collar, his finger hooked onto the top of your dress, pulling the fabric down as he kissed just above your breast.

"She wants more." He said to himself, the soft rasp in his voice made you attempt to close your legs. His hands pushed what little that had covered your legs up and Eren's fingers brushed your core.

The jump you gave made his smirk grow, "I haven't even touched you yet."

He saw the small patch of dampness on your panties, and before you could ask him what he was doing, you let out a sharp gasp when his fingers pushed the fabric to the side and he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

The moan he ripped from you was like music to his ears and as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out he watched as your face became hot and red. It was uncomfortable as first, you could even say it hurt but that didn't stop you from rocking your hips up to meet his eager hands. You weren't entirely prepared as you felt a bit tense as Eren kissed your neck, the suckling on your flesh making small breathy whimpers leave your mouth. His other hand's fingers hovered over the buttons on the back of your dress and his eyes asked for permission as he glanced up at you.

A small tentative nod was all he received before he took out his hand from between your legs, his tongue skillfully licking the digits cleaned and you didn't think you would find such an act so erotic. You arm hooked around his neck as you brought him down to a kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips as he kissed you back eagerly, his fingers skillfully working the buttons on your dress and you wondered for a brief moment if he had ever done such an act before. You pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to lose focus or confidence while in the middle of being with Eren by letting unnecessary insecure creep into your heart. As if being able to read your mind, Eren said-

"Stop being in your head," A hard kiss against your lips, "Be here with me."

His nose rubbed sweetly against yours, fingers tilting your head up as you gave a hesitant nod. Your eyes wanted to focus anywhere but his eyes and you could felt warmth spread across your cheeks when the sleeves of your dress fell down your arms. The idea of letting Eren see all of you was as exciting as it was nerve-wrecking, the most he ever saw was your legs and back from that one time you walked out of the bath in only a towel. Seeing him shirtless was not new but you still felt your breath catch in your throat as you watched him yank the material off. Your hands explored the newly exposed skin, fingers dipping in every curve of muscle and your hand rested just above the waistband of his jeans. You noticed his breathing grow heavy, Eren's head falling forward on your exposed shoulder where you felt him nip and suck on the soft flesh. You returned the favor by kissing him on the chest, your eyes still casted downwards as you fumbled with the buckle on his belt, you let out a small curse from how hard your hands were shaking and Eren placed a gentle hand on top of yours, his eyes alight with amusement as his lips curved into a soft smile.

"Baby, relax." He murmured, he pushed your hands aside as he took over the task. You let out a deep breath as you heard the sound of his zipper being tugged down and you decided to be bold. You lowered the upper half of your dress, the cotton falling off your arms with ease and you blushed furiously once you remembered that you hardly ever wore bras and today was no different.

Your nipples were taut as you shivered from the cold air in your office and Eren stared at you in wonder his eyes raking your body as you looked to the side and brought your bottom lip in between your teeth.

"Fuck, can I touch you?" Eren blurted, his hands still near his trousers and you giggled when he added a last second, "Please."

Nodding, you figured it was time to stop feeling so shy. You had been dreaming about this moment for months, yet as the man you loved stood before you, eager to be with you, all you could think about was how scared you were that you wouldn't be enough to satisfy him.

One more glance at the way he watched you was enough for you to think, If he really didn't, he wouldn't be looking at me as if I put all the stars in the sky.

You felt the second wind of confidence hit you and you took Eren by surprise as you hooked your fingers on his belt loops and tugged the fabric down. You palmed him through the thin material of his briefs and his hips jerked from the contact before he melted against you. Lowering the elastic, your small hand wrapped itself around his shaft and you took a moment to admire his dick. It was something new and foreign to you, for a moment you wondered if all male penises looked like that but you pushed that thought aside as you found yourself not really wanting to ever know, as long as Eren's would be the only one you saw. You hand moved up and down, your thumb brushing across his tip as you swiped some of the liquid leaking out to use as lube.

You knew he was a few inches above average, the thickness was also enough to make you worry for a moment whether he would be able to fit in you as his fingers struggling to push inside of you were of any indication of how tight your body was. Either way you were determined to satisfy the both of you, the idea of him using you and watching his face come apart as he milked himself dry using only your pussy had your head feeling fuzzy with want. He rested his head on you, causing your body to lean back and you pressed one palm on your desk behind you and the other jerked him off a bit sloppily. His moans filled the space of your office, you secretly prayed to the gods that the scouts could be smart enough for once to not be injured or to be able to at least handle it themselves and your eyes flickered to the door for a moment.

"Eren," You murmured to the shell of his ear, his heavy breaths fanning across the span of your chest and you felt both your bodies getting hot. "The door, we need to lock the door."

His groan was the only response you got as he trailed kisses up your neck and shoulder, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, he was such a guy sometimes. You began to lower yourself from the desk before his hand on your leg suddenly halted your movements and he gave you a lazy smile, his half lidded eyes softly rolling as he let out an obnoxious groan of annoyance.

"I'll do it." He didn't even bother to tuck himself back into his briefs, his dick fully erect as he made way to your door. You felt your hand falling to your side and you bit your lip as you thought about what you wanted to do twice before letting your own hand push the fabric of your underwear to the side once more. You rubbed at your clit lazily as you softly moaned, your eyes closing at the sensation and you smiled when you heard the soft, "Shit." coming from a few feet ahead of you. Eren's eyes were transfixed on you, the way your head rolled back as your moans became louder and higher pitched was making him painfully hard and he wanted-no needed to be inside of you before he was sure he would come right then and there.

Your eyes were still closed when you felt him settle between your legs once more, eyes hazy and smile lazy as you felt him tug your panties down your legs. Your ass lifted briefly to help and you giggled when he grunted in annoyance from having to shuffle backwards to slip them off completely. He laughed with you as his hand cupped you by your jaw, lips finding yours in a tender kiss and the hand that had been rubbing at your clit was used to steady yourself by his shoulder. His muscles flexed under your touch and your breaths intermingled as he stared at you with such an intensity that you felt your stomach flip. You looked down to where he rubbed his length along your folds and gulped.

"I-I'm nervous." You admitted, cheeks blushing and Eren kissed your temple.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you. Do you trust me?" You gasped at the intensity in his eyes, Eren Yeager was one who never beat around the bush and you felt tears pool around your eyes as you nodded. Everything leading up to this moment overwhelmed you suddenly, losing your family, gaining your dream job, becoming independent so quickly, and falling in love with a man who turned into what so many feared but who let you place` flower crowns on his head during tea parties. He continued to maintain eye contact with you, your lips parting and eyes partly closing as he began to push past your labia. It all felt too much, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in that exact moment Eren pressed his tip into your passageway. There was a bit of resistance and the guttural moan he released made your eyes widen in an audible gasp, he looked ethereal with reddened cheeks, a slacked opened jaw, eyes that looked close to tears, and thin layer of sweat making his dark brown locks stick to his forehead.

He pushed another inch in, trying his best to not act too quickly or too harshly. All he wanted to do was fucking ruin you. Mark you as his by impregnating you and watching as you took every drop of his semen. It seemed you wanted it too as your hips jerked forward and took in another inch.

"Eren, please." You had no idea what you were asking for, he was being slow and gentle and as much as you appreciated his mindfulness, it had been six long months and if you had to go through another night of humping your pillow or rubbing one out with only fantasies of Eren touching you (Sometimes even Levi, depending on how much alcohol you had consumed) you were gong to scream.

Another inch and a deep chuckle was his response. Your eyes were set ablaze as the realization that he was teasing you.

"Please what baby?"

"Give it to me." You whispered, your hand tugging at his hair harshly and the hiss of pain he released was simultaneous when he completely thrusted his entire length into you. Your thighs jerked at the sudden intrusion and the cry you let out was loud enough that if anybody were nearby, the would have assumed someone struck you. Your hand smacked against his chest, your breath ragged as you attempted to give Eren an angry glance but your pussy betrayed you as it clenched hard around him.

You both released a gasp when Eren fully bottomed out inside you. His hips flush against your parted thighs and your foreheads pressed against one another, lips brushing but not kissing yet as you two came to terms of what was being done. You and Eren were one, there was no going back from what was about to transpire and you silently prayed that he wouldn't regret it later.

"Stop being in your head," He murmured against your mouth, eyes looking into yours, "Be here..."

He gave a heavenly thrust and you felt his arms wrap themselves around your waist as he forced you to fall back onto your desk with a small uff and your hands fell onto his shoulders. Your legs locked around his waist and the new angle caused him to be deeper inside you, but he continued to stare at your with that same admiration from that day he had met you.

"With me."

You nodded slowly, kissing Eren for what felt like the first time. A bit shyly and unsure as your mouth moved against his slowly, you savored the taste of tea and something sweet from his tongue and you let one of your hands hold him by his face as the other found solace in his hair.

Eren began to thrust into you, the rhythm a bit off at first as you two tried to find what worked and when he dipped his hips a little and heard the string of filthy words leaving your mouth, he gave a knowing smirk.

"Hmm, right there princess?"

You panted, your tongue lolling out as his began to go faster. One of your hands shot out to the side to brace yourself on something when Eren began to fuck you harder and instead you turned to see you hand knocked your bottle of ink over, the deep blue liquid was spilling everywhere but before you could let your brain process the mess, Eren began to suck on the flesh of your neck that you exposed when you moved your head. You moaned as you closed your eyes at the overwhelming sensations of it all, your hands grabbing at the muscles in his back and you arched your own and pressed your chest into him.

"Oh fuck," Eren moaned out, "This pussy is so good. You're taking me so well, princess."

"Yeah?" You panted out, "Going to cum in me, baby?"

Eren picked himself up on his forearms, too preoccupied with how pretty your tits looks bouncing with each thrust to notice the your hair was sprawled all over and the upper part of his arm was touching something wet, he figured it was the sweat you two were producing with your coupling.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant, make you mine forever."

"I'm yours!" You screamed as his hips slammed particularly harder down onto your own.

"Choke me, make me a mommy, cum in me, just please don't stop fucking me." You cried out, and a new sort of excitement showed in his eyes, his hand cupped just below your jaw and the light pressure he put on you made you moan louder.

The sounds of skin smacking, panting breaths, and heavy moans filled the air. Eren coaxing you to come all over his dick as you begged him to not pull out of you echoed of the walls of your office. You went on like that for a good while and you giggled in realization that your silent wish for everyone to leave the two of you alone for a while had come true.

Unbeknownst to you two, there had almost been three interruptions. The first being Captain Levi who wanted to ask if mixing his blood pressure medicine with wine would be too dangerous, but when he heard you scream he almost barged in before the unmistakable moan that followed made him fully come to a halt. He didn't even think twice about what was transpiring, briefly remembering that Eren was in fact with you this morning before quickly turning around and hauled ass as far from the hallway as he could. He wasn't sure where he was heading before he stumbled into Erwin's office, the commander looking up to see his captain look like he just ran a marathon.

"Levi? You look like you just saw a ghost?" His eyebrows creased, "Are you okay?"

"Yeager isn't as dense as we thought."

Eren stood to his full height, grabbing at your ankles and moving your legs onto his shoulders to they were fully parallel to his body. You let out another giggle at how your ankles were now on either side of his head, but the small kiss he gave your right one made you let out a noise of adoration. He gripped your hips, smiling as he noted the streaks of something blue all over your chest and neck but decided against telling you as your pussy began to pulsate around him. There was no way in hell he was going to stop you from orgasming.

The second time was Sasha and Connie as they wanted to ask if eating candies with the wrapper still on was anything they needed to worry about, but the sounds of your desk scraping across the floor with Eren commending you for being a good girl and taking him so well made the both of them stare at each other with wide eyes. The "Huh?"'s they exchanged were amusing to anyone else and Sasha grabbed Connie by the collar before they hightailed out of there. Connie wanting to see if Eren had really been capable of pulling you and Sasha calling it bullshit and stating that the real reason was that he wanted to see you naked.

His thrusts became wild and sloppy, the slushing sounds you two were making was the hottest sounds you ever heard. You held onto his wrists, your smile wide and beautiful and Eren knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.

"I'm not gonna last long," He let you know, you nodded as you reached down to rub your clit in circles.

"Fuck, you look so hot." He blurted, his cheeks a deeper red and you gave him another soft smile.

"Thanks, baby. You too." His abs were going to be the death of you and you hoped you would get the chance to suck him off later to lick them one by one in foreplay.

You felt him begin to twitch in you and you knew you were so close, your rubbing speeding up as Eren's thrusts were becoming more sporadic. The way his eyes began to roll upwards had you chanting,

"I'm-I'm cumming!" Your moan was breathy and high as you felt your release overwhelm your senses, you felt euphoria as you moaned so loud that Jean and Floch who didn't believe Connie when he said that Eren had managed to bed you stared at each other with wide eyes and gaped mouths as they stood outside your door. Their cheeks red as they rushed down the hallway as if their asses were on fire, not even halfway down the stairs when they felt their collars yanked at so harshly they almost trampled down, Captain Levi's glare knowing as he began to reprimand them for being nosy pricks.

Eren's cock dove into you hard and you felt him pulsate as he shot long ropes of cum into you, his essence overflowing as he filled you to the brim and painted your insides white.

His moan was unbelievably loud and low, the "I love you." That followed didn't go unnoticed by you and the smile he gave, made you realize how much he meant it.

"I love you." Your answered back, he pushed your thighs to your chest when he lowered himself to kiss you. His cock softening inside you and he slowed his thrusts down and milked himself dry. He tapped his tip on your sensitive clit, making sure he was empty before tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans. The creampie in you was beginning to ooze out and he used his two fingers to push it back in, your hips bucking at the intrusion and you whined about your sensitivity.

You sat up, your hand going to fix your hair, only groaning slightly when you felt the ink on some strands already drying. You huffed before jumping down and fixing your dress. Eren was putting his shirt back on, his back slightly turned to you and your eyes widened in embarrassment at seeing the blue ink in what was obviously your finger prints streaked all over. You looked down and saw that it had well faded from your hands, transferring to your lover who put on his jacket. You shrugged, figuring no one would see it and you could wash your hands later. Your hair would be a bit tricky to explain but you would be home to shower soon anyway, which reminded you-

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" You blurted, scaring Eren as his eyes widened, you bit the inside of your cheek and fumbled with your fingers.

He smiled, walking up to you and kissing you on the lips before replying, "I would love to. I have to do some work today, and pack an overnight bag but I'll be home by dinner." His eyes looked you over, stifling a laugh when he saw the marks of blue ink on your neck, debating on telling you but not being able to deny how cute they looked on you, a gentle reminder of what happened just moments ago and an odd turn on for him to think of it as him marking you as his, the lovebite also on the side making him watch you with love.

You nodded before giving a follow-up question, "Chicken or fish?"

"Fish." He nodded, you grabbed a few papers from your desk drawer and Eren asked if you were all set before taking your hand into his as the two of you began to walk out the office, you mentioned having to speak to Erwin about the cadet recovering from a broken limb and Eren listened patiently, your hands swinging in between the two of you and you both relished at how easy it felt to transition into a life of domestication together. He walked you to Erwin's office, his knuckles knocking on the door before a loud, "One minute!" replied.

You both shared a look of confusion before shrugging and stepping to the side. You fixing his hair and Eren's hand resting on top of your hips when the office door opened. You both turned to see Jean and Floch who sported sullen faces, their arms swinging in front of them as if they were children just denied a cone of ice cream.

"Boys?" You called, your free hand interlocking with Eren who stood in place as you took a step toward the pair. "Everything alright?"

They looked between you and Eren, Jean seeing the ink marks on your neck and seeing Eren's hair haphazard was enough to make him look to the floor, his cheeks reddening and Eren could only smirk. Floch was the opposite, he couldn't take his eyes off you as his face held a permanent grimace and you wondered if he was constipated.

"Baby," Eren called, tugging you back to him and Jean scoffed, Possessive ass is already showing her off. He thought to himself.

"They just got yelled at by Erwin, whatever they did was obviously bad, just leave them be."

You nodded in understanding, giving them a comforting smile and Floch didn't miss the knowing look in Eren's eyes.

"Sorry to hear about that. If you two ever need anything, you know where my office is."

"Yeah, that's the problem." Captain Levi's voice came from the doorway. Jean and Floch mumbled a quick goodbye before scurrying away and you couldn't help but fall into deeper confusion.

The captain and Eren exchanged looks before Eren bent to kiss your cheek.

"I got to go. I'll see you later, princess." You blushed at the nickname and public display, murmuring a soft okay in reply as your boyfriend? walked away from you.

You gave Levi a smile which he didn't return, you didn't miss the small blush on his cheeks and you figured it was from seeing such intimacy from Eren. You were almost positive Levi was still a virgin. Walking into Erwin's office, you all but skipped the man's desk, falling beside him and giving him a bright smile which he returned.

"Hey Erwin, just wanted to update you on the cadet's recovery plan. He should be back in training in a few months if he listens to my instructions, think you can help me?"

"Sure what do you need?"

"Well, I'd need you to sign these release forms first." You shrugged putting the papers in front of him, you looked at his desk and grabbed the pen, "Where's your ink?"

The chuckle the two men gave you made your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What?"

"Seems like you're wearing it, Doc." Levi's eyes flickered to your neck.

You let out a gasp and your hands slapped to cover you and the laughs that followed only made you blush furiously.

Dammit, You thought, Eren you idiot.

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My ASOIAF/GOT fanfics so far!

I’ve finally decided to let tumblr know I write fanfic, so here is the list of all fics of this fandom I have so far. Most of it is Braime-centric, but I can deviate from that once in a while...

Ongoing stories

Avatar: Song of Ice and Fire Word count: 181,565 (53/?) Pairing(s): Jon/Ygritte, Jaime/Brienne, Tyrion/Allyria Dayne, Catelyn/Ned, Robert/Margaery, Renly/Loras, Aegon/Daenerys, Theon/Sansa Summary: Centuries after the death of the last Avatar, Jon is born as seemingly a non bender. As the years go by, though, his true nature is revealed, as well as the dangers he is meant to face. Jon has to master all elements before he can defeat the Others, but how can he do that when there is a price on his head? Books or show? Books. Now with a prequel one-shot, Ashes of the Dawn (focused on ATLA characters in ASOIAF world).

Butter-fly (effect) Word count: 48,720 (17/?) Pairing(s): Jaime/Elia, Cersei/Oberyn, Tyrion/Tysha (minor Jaime/Cersei and Oberyn/Ellaria) Summary: After killing Aerys, Jaime rescues Elia, Aegon and Rhaenys from his father’s bannermen, and Aegon VI Targaryen is crowned king. Books or show? Books.

It’s All Coming Back to Me Now Word count: 89,491 (23/?) Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne, several background others Summary: Jaime dies beneath the Red Keep, and Brienne soon follows him in death... and time travel. As both of them find themselves in the tourney at Harrenhal, they must find a way to change history and to move past their hurts. Books or show? Show, with a few book elements to fill in the blanks.

Finished multichapter stories

A Wrinkle in Time Word count: 64,680 (24 chapters) Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne (main), Arya/Gendry, Daenerys/Jorah Summary: On his way to take Highgarden and kill Olenna, Jaime encounters a woman who claims to be his daughter from the future, who came back in time to save the world from the Third Long Night. Books or show? Show, with mentions of book characters.

Concealers and Foundations Word count: 16,361 (4 chapters) Pairing(s): Renly/Margaery, Renly/Brienne, Jaime/Cersei, Jaime/Brienne Summary: Brienne is a makeup artist with a bad habit of falling for handsome men. Modern AU. Books or show? None.

The Ghost of the Red Keep Word count: 15,220 (8 chapters) Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne, Jaime/Cersei Summary: Phantom of the Opera AU. When people start to drop dead in royal court, the Kingsguard is tasked with finding a possible murderer. Jaime is the one to find them, and, in order to ensure his family’s safety, he must comply to the Red Keep’s Ghost wishes. Books or show? Books, though you won’t notice the difference until much later.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown Word count: 30,401 (2 chapters) Pairing(s): Jaime/Lyanna Stark (main), Jon/Daenerys, Cersei/Stannis, Tyrion/Tysha, Viserys/Arianne, OC pairings; mentions of Jaime/Cersei Summary: After Rhaegar and Robert kill each other in the Trident, the crown falls on the Kingslayer’s head. The story follows the reign of Jaime Lannister, first of his name, up to the war against the Others. Told from Jaime’s and Lyanna’s POV. Books or show? Books.

If Only Word count: 4,246 (2 chapters) Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary:  How far would you go to save the person you love the most? Story based on the plot of the 2004 movie ‘If Only’. Books or show? Show.

Joined by love, there is nothing to be afraid of Word count: 19,675 (2 chapters) Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary:  AU in which Brienne is Jaime’s age, and they meet at the Tourney at Harrenhal. Books or show? Books.

Love is the death of duty Word count: 5,660 (2 chapters) Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne, Night King/Night Queen Summary:  "A woman was his downfall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well." Part one is set in the Age of Heroes, part two is set in canon future. Books or show? Books.

Oathkeeper Word count: 11,451 (4 chapters) Pairing(s): no major relationships, only minor/background ones Summary: In which Jaime doesn’t kill Aerys, and the city blows up. Books or show? Books.

Of Prophecies and Conspiracies Word count: 16,945 (6 chapters) Pairing(s): Rhaegar/Elia, Jaime/Lyanna, Catelyn/Ned, Brandon/Ashara; minor Rhaegar/Lyanna Summary: When Lyanna disappears alongside Rhaegar, Ned is the one who goes to King’s Landing. A few polite words change everything, and Ned ends up with a lot more than he bargained for. Books or show? Books.

The Road Back Home Word count: 65,220 (16 chapters) Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne (main), Arya/Gendry, Bloodraven/Shiera Seastar, Bran/Meera, Sansa/OC Summary: The Lannister twins escape the Red Keep and get on a boat to Essos. Jaime has no memories of even leaving Winterfell, and just wants to go back to Brienne. However, as the twins go further east to avoid execution, they find out there is a great danger looming over Westeros. Features Ressurected!Dany and Evil!Bran. Books or show? Show, with book lore mixed.

Second Routes Word count: 21,457 (6 chapters) Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne, mentions of Arya/Gendry and Jon/Daenerys Summary:  After negotiating his and his brother's life with Bronn, Jaime re-evaluates his stance in the battles to come and decides to show Brienne, the woman he's loved for years, how serious he is about their new relationship.  Books or show? Show.

Send me away with the words of a love song Word count: 13,937 (6 chapters) Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne, Arya/Gendry, Jon/Daenerys Summary: Cersei orders the Mountain to kill Jaime when he turns away from her in season 7 finale. Books or show? Show.

To Each Their Honor Word count: 21,447 (11 chapters) Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne, past Jaime/Elia (no twincest) Summary: Mulan AU, in which Jaime is praised for killing Aerys, Robert is unironically a good king, and the surviving Targaryens are about to invade Westeros with their dragons. Unwilling to see her sick father going to war, Brienne goes in his stead, disguised as her deceased brother. Books or show? Books.

One-shots

Altar to the Unknown God Word count: 3,354 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Early Christian Era AU. Jaime and Brienne meet at a low point of the latter’s life, and he guides her to the light. Books or show? None.

Certain as the sun rising in the east Word count: 4,263 Pairing(s): Jon/Daenerys (main), Jaime/Brienne Summary: Reverse Beauty and the Beast AU. House Targaryen has a centuries-old curse that can only be broken by an outsider. Can Jon be the one to save them? Books or show? Books.

Deserving Better Word count: 2,484 Pairing(s): several Jaime pairings: Cersei, Lyanna, Elia, Rhaella, Catelyn and Brienne. Summary: Short drabbles in which each of the women mentioned above weds Robert Baratheon after the rebellion, only to turn to Jaime when the new King proves to be an uncaring and abusive husband. Books or show? Books.

Duty and Desire Word count: 1,030 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Set in episode 08x04. Brienne wakes up before Jaime leaves their room, and everything changes. Books or show? Show.

From Winter to Summer Word count: 2,393 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne, Sansa/Theon, Jon/Daenerys, Arya/Gendry Summary: 30 years after the Long Night, its heroes welcome their grandchildren to the world. Books or show? Books.

How it is to fall in love Word count: 1,547 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: When Brienne struggles to believe her husband finds her beautiful, he does all he can to prove it. Books or show? Books.

"I Love You” Word count: 5,151 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Season 4 AU. Jaime and Brienne fall in bed together one night. Jaime confesses his love for her, only to deny it to Cersei, and now Brienne doesn’t know what to believe. Books or show? Show.

I Won’t Let Go Word count: 2,839 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: A fix-it for episode 8x04. When Jaime tries to leave Winterfell, Brienne stops him and does everything in her power to convince him to stay. (A narrative discussion of all the problems with that plot point.) Books or show? Show.

If I Never Knew You Word count: 4.083 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Jaime arrives immediately after the fall of King’s Landing and kill Daenerys. The Great Council demands his head. Books or show? Show.

Ikigai Word count: 7,689 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Episode 8x05 AU/fix-it. Jaime doesn’t arrive in time for the Battle for King’s Landing (as he never should have). What will he do now that he is alive and has hurt Brienne for nothing? Books or show? Show.

Jaime After Brienne Word count: 6,992 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Brienne dies in childbirth, leaving Jaime to raise their five kids alone. The story follows the six of them over the years, as Jaime does his best to ensure his children know they are loved and to avoid becoming anything like his father. Books or show? Books.

Jaime, Brienne and the Multiverse Word count: 9,480 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: After escaping Stoneheart alive, Jaime takes Brienne to the Isle of Faces to get treated. There, they find out about the Long Night and meet Jaimes and Briennes from other universes to tell how they defeated the Others. Features: showverse, Hunger Games AU, Avengers AU, Harry Potter AU and The Greatest Showman AU. Books or show? Both.

Keeping Promises Word count: 9,614 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Season 3 AU. Jaime reveals the truth about Aerys slightly earlier in his journey with Brienne, activating butterfly effect. Books or show? Show.

Lady Lannister Word count: 10,694 Pairing(s): love triangle (Brienne/Jaime/Jaime’s son), past Jaime/Lyanna and Joanna/Tywin. Summary: AU in which Joanna lives and tries to find a new wife for Jaime after years of seeing him mourn his first one. Brienne arrives, and he is quickly smitten. Unfortunately, so is his 14-year old son. Books or show? Books.

Love Never Dies Word count: 7,746 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Jaime survives the fall of the Red Keep, but loses his memories. Brienne does all she can to help him navigate his new life, even at the risk of losing him for good. Books or show? Show.

Me, Myself & Brienne Word count: 5,343 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Book!Jaime (post-ADWD) stumble upon Show!Jaime on his way to King’s Landing (post-episode 8.04). It doesn’t go well for the latter. Books or show? Both.

A Murder, But Not a Crime Word count: 1,430 Pairing(s): Cersei/Robert, Missandey/Grey Worm, Catelyn/Littlefinger, Elia/Rhaegar, Tyanna of the Tower/Maegor the Cruel, Rhaena Targaryen/Androw Farman Summary: While awaiting trial, six woman talk about their husbands’ deaths. AU based on ‘Cell block tango’ from Chicago. Books or show? None.

New Life Word count: 1,929 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: In which the ending is pretty much the same, but Jaime secretly survives the fall of the Red Keep, and he and Brienne are together. Find out how! Books or show? Show.

No one said this would ever be easy, my love Word count: 10,700 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Jaime fails to convince the Bloody Mummers not to rape Brienne. What follows is their journey to overcome the trauma and its aftermath. Books or show? Books.

(Not So) Shallow Jaime Word count: 10,700 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Loosely based on the 2001 movie ‘Shallow Hal’. Jaime is cursed to see only internal beauty. Then he meets the most beautiful woman in the world: Brienne of Tarth. Books or show? Books.

Remember Me Word count: 4,950 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Jaime and Brienne stay married for six decades, but the last one is marked by their toughest battle since the Long Night when Jaime develops dementia. Books or show? Books.

Symphony of the Night Word count: 7,280 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne, minor Jon/Daenerys Summary: Set in s08e02. Daenerys tries to have Jaime executed, but Bran reveals he is her half-brother. Both of them struggle with the truth.  Books or show? Show.

Testing the Waters Word count: 1,507 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne, background Sansa/Theon Summary: Modern AU. While organizing their wedding, Jaime and Brienne face a question about their sex life. Books or show? None.

Those who have seen your face Word count: 1,107 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: In which the Bloody Mummers goes for Jaime’s face instead of his sword hand when he saves Brienne from rape. Inspired by ‘The Phantom of the Opera’, with a squint of Phantom!Jaime. Books or show? Books, with an addition of show elements.

To Get It Right Word count: 18,280 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne (main), Arya/Gendry, Jon/Daenerys, Sansa/Theon Summary: Time travel AU in which the Others have won. The survivors’ desperation lead to the performance of a magical ritual that sends Jaime, Arya, Daenerys and Theon back in time to fix all mistakes that led to humanity’s doom. Books or show? Both, but mostly follows book continuity.

Until the End of My Days Word count: 9,063 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: In which Brienne has terminal breast cancer, and Jaime has to come to terms with the fact he will end up outliving his wife. set +20 years after canon. Books or show? Books.

Watch the Queen Conquer Word count: 1,786 Pairing(s): no main pairings, but features background Cersei/Jaime and Cersei/Rhaegar Summary: Unapologetic crackfic. Instead of going to Maggy the Frog’s tent, 10-year old Cersei finds a Death Note.  Books or show? None (or both, whatever you say).

Winter Remains Word count: 5,334 Pairing(s): all pairings are minor, but... Arya/Gendry, Jaime/Brienne, Jon/Tormund Summary: As they move on with their lives, the people of Westeros realize the Long Night isn’t over at all. Loosely inspired by the song ‘This is not how the story goes’ from A series of unfortunate events Netflix series (which should tell all you need to know about the story). Books or show? Show.

"You’re a wizard, Jaime Lannister” Word count: 583 Pairing(s): Jaime/Brienne Summary: Half-crackish AU, half-canon compliant. Jaime finds out he’s a wizard (Harry Potter-style) on his way to Winterfell. Books or show? Show.

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harry/draco (m/m)

“Mutatum�� series by Vichan

-evitative (222,452 words) complete

harry/draco

“In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn.”

“Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure.”

Mutatum - Vichan - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“On the Precipice” by Jayel

(103,736 words) in progress

harry goes to azkaban

harry/draco

“Under criticism from the public, the ministry wants to show they’re cracking down on crime. So, they send Harry to Azkaban for casting an unforgivable on Bellatrix in their entryway. In a cell surrounded by Death Eaters, dementors stopping by to watch him for far too long, and one guard in particular showing a little too much interest in Harry, Harry’s bound to come out of the situation very changed.”

On the Precipice - Chapter 1 - Jayel - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Tea and No Sympathy” by who_la_hoop

(70,045 words) complete

harry/draco

“It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?”

Tea and No Sympathy - Chapter 1 - who_la_hoop - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Beginnings” by magicweb

(60,723 words)

harry/draco

“Follow Harry Potter as he finds his true calling in the Wizarding World. Follow him as he carves his own path and proves that he is the most powerful wizard that will ever live. This is a Dark Harry Story. This is a SLASH fiction. If you are not into that sort of story, that is fine but you might not like later parts of this story.”

Beginnings - Chapter 1 - magicweb - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Stages of Friendship, Love, and Kisses” by babyvfan

(322,346 wods)

harry/draco

“Every story begins with a stage. Every stage begins with a moment. For two young boys, their story began with a snake and a kiss. A kiss that would act as a ripple in the water, sinking deeper and deeper as the years go by and the boys go through moments and stages that strength and test their friendship.”

Stages of Friendship, Love, and Kisses - Chapter 1 - babyvfan - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Memories of a Nobody” by RukiaKiryu

(49,648 words)

harry/draco

“‘I don't want your help Potter and I don't need your pity! Stay out of it!’ But there was a sadness in those silver eyes… An emptiness that betrayed the blond's words, and Harry understood now what he should have known all along. ‘You want to go Azkaban…’ Harry muttered. ‘You mean to die... don't you?’”

Fanfic: Memories of a Nobody Ch 1, Harry Potter

“A day Unlike Any Other” by HerLoyalShipper

(51,944 words)

harry/draco

“Harry is left broken after the war and finds that maybe the only things that can save him is the very boy who despised him. Draco is more so and finds he needs Harry's strength to guide him from the darkness.”

A Day Unlike Any Other - Chapter 1 - HerLoyalShipper - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Black Wings” by Harpy Wings

(111,915 words)

harry/draco

“as the clock struck midnight Harry Potter came into his inheritance, with this new development came a life mate, but if Harry doesn't find and bond with his mate by his 17th birthday...they'll both die..”

Fanfic: Black Wings Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Cute as a Kitten” by xXRon-luverXx

(54k words)

harry/draco

“Harry Potter, locked up at the Dursleys, finds Draco Malfoy as a cat. Utterly confused and wanting information, he decides to help him.”

Fanfic: Cute as a Kitten Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

“Not Romeo and Juliet” by silverblondhairedlover

(88,271 words)

mpreg

harry/draco

“Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, tried to fight for their love between their Houses' heavy rivalry and their Inheritance.”

Fanfic: Not Romeo and Juliet Ch 1, Harry Potter

“All The World’s Treasures” by ArtEnchanter

(45k words)

harry/draco

“The Horcruxes were destroyed before the attack on Godric's Hollow - leaving Voldemort dead for good. Harry still became the Boy-Who-Lived, although he was blessed with his parents staying alive. What difference did having his parents with him make as he grew up? Well, he refused to go to Hogwarts for a start…”

Fanfic: All The World's Treasures Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

“Black Wings” by amsuter34

(107k words)

harry/draco

“as the clock struck midnight Harry Potter came into his inheritance, with this new development came a life mate, but if Harry doesn't find and bond with his mate by his 17th birthday...they'll both die..”

Fanfic: Black Wings Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

“It Was All Just a Game (OLD VERSION)” by write_me227

(364, 435 words)

harry/draco

“When Draco comes up with an idea to mess with Harry during the Triwizard Tournament, will he be the one who will get burned in the end?”

It Was All Just a Game (OLD VERSION) - Chapter 1 - write_me227 - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Harry Potter and Life” by aspiringSatan

(72,046 words) complete

harry/draco

“After the war Harry deals with nightmares and shit. he goes back to finish his schooling as an 8th year. Hogwarts has been restored, but not the mindset of students. Harry is still the Gryffindor we know him to be and doesn't even notice the impact he has.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8003191/chapters/18322543

“Harry Malfoy’s Trials” by Madriddler

(109,301 words) complete

harry/draco

harry/blaise

“At 4 years old Harry Potter runs away from the Dursleys to find himself at Malfoy Manor. Adopted by the Malfoys, Harry now grows up as Draco's brother surrounded by pureblood society and dark arts. Easily befriending Draco and Blaise Zabini, Harry grows to be a completely different boy than Dumbledore planned, embracing his Slytherin roots and isn't afraid to show his green colors.”

Harry Malfoy's Trials - Chapter 1 - Madriddler - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Harry Riddle: Son of Voldemort” by Madriddler

(71,955 words) complete

harry/draco

“Instead of trying to kill Harry on that fateful night, Lord Voldemort has decided to steal the child away and raise him as his own. With plans to turn the boy into Dumbledore's downfall, the Dark Lord soon finds out that raising Harry and not developing a bond with the boy is impossible. Especially when the boy consistently calls him Daddy, and proves to be more loyal than any Death Eater. Will Voldemort keep to his plan? Or will raising Harry awaken something in Voldemort that both he and Dumbledore thought long since dead?”

Harry Riddle: Son of Voldemort - Chapter 1 - Madriddler - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“A Summer of Refuge” by xForeversEndx

(41k words)

harry/draco

“It's the summer between 5th and 6th year. Rather than accept the task set to him by Voldemort, Draco rejects the Dark Lord. In an effort to keep him safe, Dumbledore sends him to stay with the Dursley's. During Harry and Draco's forced time together, secrets come out that will change their lives forever.”

Fanfic: A Summer of Refuge Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

“A Year’s Temptation: by Lomonaaeren

(118,117 words) complete

harry/draco

“Draco isn't best pleased to discover he's a Veela at twenty-four...especially since both he and his mate, Harry Potter, are married. Harry suggests a compromise that might work, if everyone agrees. But the compromise is fragile, and stands the chance of only making everything monumentally worse than before.”

A Year's Temptation - Chapter 1 - Lomonaaeren - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Til Death Do Us Part” by Kitty Smith

(44k words)

harry/draco

“Harry and Draco have an odd affliction... They must remain in contact or suffer fates worse than death! And now they have to survive the Triwizard Tournament?”

Fanfic: Til Death Do Us Part Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

“His Own Man” by Crunchysunrises

(147,481 words)

master of death

harry/draco

“In the station between Life and Death Harry makes a different choice. Now he is eleven again, nothing is going the same as before, and people are starting to ask questions, especially the Malfoys, the Hogwarts professors and, most worryingly, Mad-Eye Moody. Harry is beginning to suspect that he might not be up to this Master of Death business and everything that goes along with it.”

Fanfic: His Own Man Ch 1, Harry Potter

“A Change in Plans” by GoldberryGal

(101,623 words) complete

harry/draco

“When an eleven year old Harry Potter is left alone in Madam Malkin's shop, the Malfoy family are the first ones to step in and take care of him. It doesn't take long for Harry, an orphan with little affection in his life, to begin to love them. But will they love Harry?”

“Follow Harry & Draco through Hogwarts to see how many plans their initial meeting can change.”

Fanfic: A Change in Plans Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Sense of Doubt” by Reginalivesagain

(240,657 words) complete

harry/draco

“Normalcy is driving Harry insane, and just when he thinks it can't get any worse, he's invited to Draco Malfoy's hearing as a witness.”

Sense of Doubt - Chapter 1 - Reginalivesagain - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Greater Inheritance” by EverWinter

(68,712 words) complete

harry/draco

“Over the last summer holidays, Harry discovers his heritage. He's Rich, Powerful, and now a Slytherin. But will people still trust him to vanquish the Dark Lord?”

Fanfic: Greater Inheritance Ch 1, Harry Potter

“But, He’s Mine” by CompleteGeek

(44,838 words)

harry/draco

“My attempt at a Draco is a veela storyline. Kind of slow to start, but I think it gets better!”

Fanfic: But, He's Mine Ch 1, Harry Potter

“The gift of the shadows” by Blue Lycan

(73,698 words)

harry/draco

“Harry's great grandfather wasn't human, and although it skipped two generations Harry changes the second he reaches 16. Harry's a shadow veela, and there is only one person that can withstand his charm.”

Fanfic: The gift of the shadows Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Saving Harry” by Morpheus9

(75,378 words) complete

harry/draco

“The war is over. Harry is now a hero. But some people don't handle being a hero well.”

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2787604/1/Saving-Harry

“A Panther's Heart” by Copper Vixen

(80,552 words)

harry/draco

“Harry gets caught while in his animagus form and is purchased to be a familiar to his worst enemy.”

Fanfic: A Panther's Heart Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Refuge” by LRWrites

(90,951 words)

harry/draco

“After failing to complete his task, Draco Malfoy cannot return to the Dark Lord. Instead, he seeks refuge from the one person he least wants to see.”

Fanfic: Refuge Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Dragon Inheritance” by Dragon Ruler 06

(45,933 words)

mpreg

harry/draco

“Inheritance was usually a time when young witches and wizards get a massive power boost and an enhancement to their abilities on their sweet sixteenth birthday. Of course, Harry Potter wasn't a normal wizard.”

Fanfic: Dragon Inheritance Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

“Saving Harry” by Voldyismoldy

(44,741 words)

harry/draco

“Harry is the only hope to save the wizarding world from Voldemort but who is going to save him?”

Fanfic: Saving Harry Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Lines of Misery” by xXForeversEndx

(37,642 words) complete

harry/draco

“Draco is alone, and somewhat lost. He stumbles across a boggart one day and someone saves him. Draco's life will never be the same.”

“Rise of the Dark Angel” by mykkila09

(386,315 words)

harry/draco

“When Sirius dies in the battle in the DOM, Harry decides to drop the act of being the naive Golden Boy. What happens to the Light when their Saviour is now on the Dark side?”

Rise of the Dark Angel - Chapter 1 - mykkila09, Tonks_is_cool - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Face Down” by nekluvshp

(44,147 words) complete

harry/draco

“For two years, Harry has endured the abuse of someone he trusted, loved. With the help of someone new and unexpected, can he overcome the trauma and learn to trust again?”

Face Down - Chapter 1 - nekluvshp - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Mind’s Eye” by Galadriell

(57,978 words) complete

harry/draco

“After five years of silence in a mental institution, Harry speaks. "Malfoy," he murmurs. Why would he speak the name of his Slytherin counterpart? So begins the treatment with Draco in the forefront of it all.”

Fanfic: Mind's Eye Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Denial and its Side Effects” by AmberMX

(50,691 words)

harry/draco

“Shortly after returning to Hogwarts to complete his education, Harry begins to suffer from nightmares. At the same time, he begins to form some sort of friendship with Draco Malfoy, the disgraced heir of the Malfoy family. His friends don't approve of this, but Harry insists that everyone deserves a second chance.”

Fanfic: Denial and its Side Effects Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Growing Pains” by SensiblyTainted

(190,497 words) complete

harry/draco

“The summer after Sirius' death: the abuse at the Dursley's leaves him broken. Snape is asked to try and help, and discovers that the key to saving Harry may be Draco, who has returned after his own difficult summer.”

Fanfic: Growing Pains Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Unconditionally” by TheSiner

(82k word)

harry/draco

“Harry secretly keeps Draco locked in his attic and hates himself for that, but can't help it and Draco hates Harry. Complications ensue. A somewhat disturbing love story.”

Fanfic: Unconditionally Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

“Life Renovations” by Windseeker2305

(288,592 words) complete

mpreg

harry/draco

“At times people are forced to evolve in order to survive. Sometimes people must be free in order to thrive. After a summer of torture with the Dursleys, Harry falls into a self induced magical coma. Draco-who holds a hidden torch for him-jumps in to help. There they meet and decide many things that could very well change the Wizarding World forever.”

Life Renovations - Chapter 1 - windseeker2305 - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“A Vampire and his Veela” by puffin

(45,126 words)

harry/draco

“What would happen if Harry had to live under lies and hide his true self. What if Harry Potter wasn't the golden boy everyone thought him to be? Come and read to find out.”

Fanfic: A Vampire and his Veela Ch 1, Harry Potter

“There’s a Pure-Blood Custom For That” by Lomonaaeren

(105,549 words) complete

harry/draco

“The day that Harry stops Draco Malfoy and his son from being bothered in the middle of Diagon Alley starts a strange series of interactions between him and Malfoy. Who knew there was a pure-blood custom for every situation?”

There's a Pure-Blood Custom For That - Chapter 1 - Lomonaaeren - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Bond” by Anna Fugazzi

(173,499) complete

harry/draco

“So this starts around the end of September of an AU seventh year. I was also assuming that Lucius Malfoy wouldn't be in prison very long, what with his various connections with influential people, so he's here too.”

Bond - Chapter 1 - AnnaFugazzi - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Draco’s Boy” by empathic siren

(186,063 words) complete

alternative universe, no magic

harry/draco

“A mysterious little boy named Harry moves in next door to Draco Malfoy, and he's determined to make him his friend and learn all of his secrets. Years later, he's determined to make Harry more than a friend.”

Fanfic: Draco's Boy Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Desperate Measures” by vvc

(196,164 words)

harry/draco

“Harry may be a half-Veela, but there was no such thing as a destined mate. If somebody wanted him, they would have to prove their worthiness. And Draco’s chances don't look so good when Harry guts him at the welcoming feast…”

Fanfic: Desperate Measures Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Uncertain” by unicornball

(136,364 words) complete

harry/draco

“Harry and Draco meet again years after a rough breakup. Draco is in for a big surprise…”

Uncertain - Chapter 1 - unicornball - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Pure” by sweetrosey

(48,569 words)

harry/draco

“Harry Potter has always been the Golden Boy. But is he as pure as they all think? Or is there something that lies deeper?”

Fanfic: Pure Ch 1, Harry Potter

“The Challenge of being a Veela’s Mate” by Triola

(44,066 words) complete

harry/draco

“Harry wakes up looking like a girl, Draco is possessive, yet oddly sweet, Hermione squeals like the girl she is, and Pansy is rather likeable. A tale of a Veela and his mate. Or was it a mate and his Veela?”

Fanfic: The Challenge of being a Veela's Mate Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Midnight Sun” by Herald-MageAnduli

(64,303 words) complete

harry/draco

“The 'Boy Who Lived' is Harry's older twin. Neglected by his family, intelligence constantly underestimated, his placement in Slytherin house is a shock. Disowning him was their worst possible mistake. Along with his friend Draco Malfoy he faces the challenges of the Triwizard Tournament.”

Fanfic: Midnight Sun Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Through the Fire” by Song Angel

(201,186 words) in progress

harry/draco

“Minerva McGonagall checks up on little Harry Potter and finds that not all is as it should be. She makes a decision that will change everything for the Boy Who Lives”

Through The Fire - Chapter 1 - SongAngel - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Tough Act” by The 1224

(21,243 words)

harry/draco

“At the age of six, Harry runs away from his abusive family and is considered dead to the Wizarding World. Suddenly, at the age of 13, he reappears.”

Fanfic: Tough Act Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Harry Potter and the Voice of the Obscurial” by anonwriter64

(46,665 words) complete

harry/draco

“Harry arrives at Hogwarts and is proven to be a capable and intelligent young wizard, but what will happen as things get worse at the Dursleys? Will Vernon fulfill the promise he made to Harry on his 11th birthday?”

Fanfic: Harry Potter and the Voice of the Obscurial Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Turning the Tide” by DanniCat

(105,720 words) complete

harry/tom

harry/draco

“Harry becomes doubtful of Dumbledore's side of the war. Things are no longer how he remembers them. When he listens to Draco's side of the story how will his own path change?”

Fanfic: Turning the Tide Ch 1, Harry Potter

“the Price to Pay” by doyou000me

(31,486 words) complete

harry/draco

“Voldemort is gone and the war is over. Harry has returned from the dead. But when making a deal with Death, there is always a price to pay.”

Fanfic: the Price to Pay Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

“Sanguis Vita Est” by Shigure-san

(312,888 words) complete

harry/draco

“Whilst Voldemort’s prisoner, Draco is made a vampire and forced to take Harry as his first meal. With Draco managing to resist the temptation to drain him, just barely, in a moment of blind rage at what he has been forced to become, he aids Harry in the destruction of Voldemort. But even with that threat vanquished, once back at Hogwarts, Draco finds himself disturbingly addicted to Harry’s blood. And amongst all this, a dark shadow looms ominously on the outline of the forest, watching them closely.”

Sanguis Vita Est - Chapter 1 - HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan) - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Slip” by Khashana

(24,833 words) complete

harry/draco

“In an alternate universe, Draco's fingers slipped on his wand that day in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and everything changed.”

Slip - Chapter 1 - Khashana - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“For Love of a Slytherin” by StormyFireDragon

(107,678 words) complete

harry/draco

“The battle in the Department of Mysteries is over. Harry receives his inheritance and things change rapidly for him. Love appears to him with the most unlikely of person. The forces of light must prove love conquers all.”

Fanfic: For Love of a Slytherin Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Shake My Hand” by Kitty Smith

(88k words) abandoned

harry/draco

“What would have happened if Harry had accepted Draco's overtures of friendship? How one relationship changes a world's fate.”

Fanfic: Shake My Hand Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Not While I’m Around” by thilia87

(24k words)

harry/draco

“On his first day as a Healer at St. Mungo's, Draco is introduced to Harry, who has been a patient at the hospital his entire life, and he forms an unexpected attachment…”

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/4729741/1/Not-While-I-m-Around

“For The Life of Our Hero” by iridescentcloud

(27,984 words)

harry/draco

“All the causes Harry has been fighting for are all a lie, Dumbledore has been the cause of this since Harry was a baby. What will Harry do now that he's in control?”

Fanfic: For The Life of Our Hero Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Background Secrets” by Calai’di

(172,733 words) complete

harry/draco “What if Harry and Draco were really friends behind all the insults and fights with each other? When would it have started and where would it end?”

Fanfic: Background Secrets Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Dear Rival” by Bittersweet Revenge

(84,115 words)

harry/draco

“Bored, Harry and Draco start a correspondence which brings them to spend time together and get to know each other without forgetting they are rivals. But, against their own will, their feelings start growing into something more…”

Fanfic: Dear Rival Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Like Glass” by Penguin

(24,018 words) complete

harry/draco

“War is over and Voldemort has been defeated; Harry has been used and thrown away. He lives in Muggle London, lost, confused and destroyed. But Lupin and others want him to return to the wizarding world, and Draco Malfoy is sent out to find him.”

Like Glass - Chapter 1 - Penguin - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Black Truth” by InferiorBeing

(104,304 words) complete

harry/draco

“And, with bated breath, Draco traced the silver line down one more step in the family tree. Draco Lucius Malfoy... the third full blooded Veriae in the Malfoy family... and future life mate of Harry Potter.”

Fanfic: Black Truth Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Life From the Start” by LunaParvulus

(74,080 words) complete

harry/draco

“A botched up de-aging potion and Harry suffers from the results. Now, Draco is hands full of one adorable Harry. What if Draco came to like Harry in his baby-state? Can both pretend nothing happened when Harry is back to normal?”

Fanfic: Life From the Start Ch 1, Harry Potter

“DragonKin” by Fyreheart

(157,154 words) complete

harry/draco

“During the summer between Harry's 5th and 6th year, an ancestor of Harry's discovers the last of the line has been mistreated and decides it's time to intercede.”

Fanfic: DragonKin Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Two Sides of the Same Coin” by noiselessheart

(117,277 words) complete

harry/draco

“Harry and Draco find out the hard way that the line between hate and love is a fine one, and that somewhere between the Battle of Hogwarts and being thrust back together as Hogwarts eighth years, they may have just crossed it.”

Fanfic: Two Sides of the Same Coin Ch 1, Harry Potter

“White Lies” by Cassis Luna

(171,013 words) complete

harry/draco

“Draco drinks a potion that makes him know if a person is lying, and Harry, apparently at fault that Draco is this way, is forced to 'help' him with the effects of the potion. For the first time, they deal with each other with no lies to hide behind.”

White Lies - Chapter 1 - cassisluna - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

[openheartfanfics]

Bryce x F!MC: Series

Mini Series

Again - @zigtheeortega 📚 [mini: wip]  Bryce & Spencer meet again and again, each time more complicated than the last.

If we meet again ♥

All of the stars - @anotherbeingsworld  [mini: wip]  A look onto Bryce and Casey’s life after Edenbrook’s downfall, the stars were their guide as they search upon their own definition of ‘home’.

Chapter 1

“Do You Fear Death?” - @writinghereandthere​   [completed] A series of questions asked between friends and colleagues the night of the attack. takes place during the events of 2.11.

Three. Rafael and Bryce

For Better or Worse - @utterlyinevitable  🎭 [complete] Two lovers, both alike in dignity. Prestige and pride and piteous misadventures overshadowing what could have been. Feat. Bryce Lahela

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Getaway Car -  @openheart12​  Bryce, crocs, Taylor Swift, prison, Saw, and meth. [Crack Fic]

Getaway Car

Fanfic, Kryce, and Meth. Oh My!

Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart - @peonierose 🎄📚 [mini: wip]  It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Bryce, Keiki and Luna bought a ”real tree“ and now it’s time to get it in the apartment. A lot of fun times begin.

Chapter 1: It’s getting green and merry in here

Chapter 2: Underneath the Christmas Tree

Chapter 3: Unwrapping Presents

Losing Game - @peonierose  [completed] Bryce visits his dad in prison. How will that go? Will they reunite or will they stay apart forever? TW: Mental Health

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Love Me - @drethanramslay​  [completed] What if Leah didn’t want to wait for Ethan to return her feelings? What if she moved on with Bryce? Would it be the end of the road for them or do they still have a shot at an happy ending? Feat. Bryce x MC x Ethan

Part 1: Hard for me

Part 2: Cry for me

Part 3: Stay for me

Pitter Patter -  @lahamseiroshoe​, @brycelahelalover  They’re expecting and learning to be the best parents they can be.

Part One

Relighting The Spark -  @brycelahelalover, @eleanorbloom, @lahamseiroshoe​  *completed*

Part One  |  Part Two  |  Part Three  |  Part Four

The Jealous One - @brycelahelalover 

The Story of Us - @gryffindordaughterofathena​  

[mini: wip] Bryce Lahela charms everyone he meets and Valerie Thomas smiles only at three people and none of them are Bryce. But as stories usually do some things are supposed to make you fall in love right? Right?

Chapter 1: Meet Cute? I’d Rather Die

The Revelation - @anotherbeingsworld Feat. Keiki

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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It all started with the Premise: I ship the loser side characters because they DO deserve each other... But you can read this without knowing the Original, it'll still make sense.

A dormant drama-queen, who tries to play matchmaker for her cousin, but meets her own match. And a shady prince, who has to keep a dangerous secret, but risks everything to keep the lady he loves safe - can this pair prevail or will their problems catch up with them and ruin everything? A desperate villainess, who engages in violence to get her beloved prince back, but gets engaged to a hideous stranger as punishment. And an ostracised duke, who is underappreciated because he is overweight and therefore gets forced to wed a criminal within a few weeks - a bad basis for a marriage, but nevertheless, they might slowly fall in love with each other…

Some snippets:

“Alright, this is goodbye then. Goodnight, have a nice life!” speaks Therese as she turns away and starts to walk. “Wait! I want to see you again!” exclaims Julian. She turns around and they stare at each other, their eyes connecting yet again. [...] And she thinks: No, I mustn’t let that happen! Wow, though. He’s just… wow. Attractive! And the way he looks at me… I feel so seen. And I should resist, because I’m like 99% sure you’re the one Camilla loves… But you, you prince of not my dreams, are oh so irresistible. Around a smile Therese answers: “I would like that very much.” 😍

“And Lord Alois, what do you feel for Camilla?” goes the Viscount on. “Camilla is just lovely. She has shown me kindness and respect. She really cares for me and she doesn’t patronise me. Therefore I admire Camilla very much!” answers Alois with an absolute lie. 😇

"And the view on this island is breathtakingly beautiful, too”, means Therese. “Yes”, comments Julian as he turns away from Therese to take in the sight of the cliffs and the sea. 😅

I put so much effort into this.

[bentacles-hargreeves]

Remus’ List of Angst Fanfic Favorites - @tuafeedbackfest​

Thank you to all the writers in this amazing fandom who worked hard on making and sharing their stories with us, without you the fandom wouldn’t be the same!

No Pain (You Are Receding), by siriuspiggyback (Teen and Up) “You are watching your sister scream. You can’t pick out her voice among the ghosts, but you think it probably sounds something like yours, when you were a child and alone in the dark.” Oneshot, 6,961 Words.

Numbers series (The Ghost of Us &  I Might Start Another Day), by VeteranKlaus (Mature) “The briefcase transports Klaus into a time to fall in love with a bookshop owner and photography enthusiast with soft amber eyes and a yellow star sewn into all of his clothes. And later, Klaus will stand next to that same man behind a fence, and he'll hold his hands up to a camera and pray to a merciless god that his siblings open a history book and find him. Or, the briefcase sends Klaus into the 1940s Berlin instead of Vietnam, and into another kind of Hell.” In-Progress, 2 Works & 74,825 Words. ((Mind the trigger warnings))

where only the lost can find series, by hujwernoo (Mature) “Dad always said he only ever scratched the surface of his powers. But here's the thing: Klaus knows exactly what lies under that surface. And it's not him.” Ghost Possession, In-Progress, 2 Works & 51,925 Words. ((Mind the trigger warnings))

Counting Down The Days To Go, by siriuspiggyback “It started off small. Easy to explain away. That was his downfall, in the end. By the time they diagnosed him, it was too late; the cancer had gotten a tight hold on his body. Klaus wouldn't tell his siblings, not yet, no matter how much Ben begged him. He wanted to feel as normal as he could, for as long as he could.” Complete, 12 Chapters & 24,869 Words. (tw: cancer)

Speak To Me With That Lying Mouth Of Yours series, by ObliqueOptimism (Not Rated) “Klaus was trying so hard to be good, to not be afraid. But how could you not be afraid when someone could rewrite you?” Ghost Empath Klaus, Complete, 3 Works & 15,276 Words. ((Mind the trigger warnings))

too close for comfort now by myeyesarenotblue (Mature) ““Dad!” Nothing. “Dad, please, I’m scared!” Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Luther raises a hand tentatively, brings it to rest against Reginald’s shoulder- his hand goes through him. Shimmers bright blue for the briefest of seconds, sending a weird tingling feeling through his body. Luther pulls it away quickly, as if it burned. Reginald doesn’t look up. Maybe Luther's dead.“ In-Progress, 7/? Chapters & 23,134 Words.

i fear for our lives and i fear your closed eyes, by MildeAmasoj (Teen and Up) “Eudora waits. Hazel and Cha-Cha don't. Or, the one in which a detective waits for backup, and in that half hour two time-traveling assassins decide that, after all, our favorite creepy junkie is, indeed, useless. So they decide to get rid of him. Thing is, the junkie’s dysfunctional siblings (and a disgruntled little girl in the sky) are not too happy about it.“ In-Progress, 4/10 Chapters & 16,739 Words.

Somniloquy, by Scalliwag (Mature) “Klaus never wakes up gently. It’s something Dave notices within the first few nights of his arrival. It's the same pattern, every night. It starts with him talking in his sleep, whispering, pleading. Sometimes Klaus will shock himself awake with a gasp. Sometimes he'll sit up so suddenly it nearly gives Dave a heart attack, his eyes wide eyes staring into the empty space in front of him, haunted by… something. At first, Dave doesn’t ask what. They’re at war, after all. Klaus is hardly the only person with his ghosts and demons.” Complete, 4 Chapters & 10,204 Words.

Specialise in Dying series, by VeteranKlaus (Mature) “'He can’t count them. There are too many to count. Way too many. Row after row after unending row, the ghosts flood the streets, stand on rubble, on crumbling second, third and fourth floors of still-standing buildings, and they’re probably lined up in the nearest alleyways, too. Shoulder to shoulder, packed in to try and fit everyone in as best they can; there must be thousands.' Attempting to save them, Five tries to travel back in time with all his siblings. Instead, they go forwards into the apocalypse. Klaus sees all of the ghosts.” In-Progress, 2 Works & 40,205 Words. (tw: suicide)

hell of a feeling though by AGreatPerhaps12 (Not Rated) “Klaus is never quite sure, until the moment he's getting punched in the face, whether the ghost of Ben following him around is anything more than an extremely vivid hallucination.“ Complete, 4 Chapters & 46,561 Words.

i wore his jacket for the longest time, by sharkhette (Not Rated) “So, maybe Klaus wasn’t in his right frame of mind. Maybe he hadn’t been for a long time. But Dave was dead, and that meant Klaus should be able to conjure him, one way or another. The traditional method of cleaning up his act and sitting around to wait hadn’t worked, so it was time to get imaginative.” Oneshot, 7,252 Words. (tw: suicide)

death becomes him by daemons (Mature) “Klaus Hargreeves has been surrounded, enveloped, eaten alive by death for as long as he can remember.“ In-Progress, 2 Works & 21,600 Words.

[targsdaenerys]

walk of unshame 1/2 - gilbert x anne fanfic

summary: Gilbert finds Anne with a sprained ankle in a winter forest, which progresses them into no option but confront their recent hindering dynamic ever since the train ride.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandoms: Anne with an E (TV), Anne of Green Gables - L. M. Montgomery Relationships: Gilbert Blythe & Anne Shirley, Gilbert Blythe/Anne Shirley Characters: Gilbert Blythe, Anne Shirley, Anne Shirley Cuthbert, Marilla Cuthbert Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, until 3x03 id think haha, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Character Study, Awkward Flirting, Doctor Blythe, Post-Canon, hand holding, Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Rose may or may not exist in tis idk

wc: 1.914

ch: 1/2

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It was the chill of the first days of November that was starting to sweep the air,  bite everyone’s toes and fingers, and coat the ground with the clouds that set far below. Her boots didn’t do much to protect that nagging twinge of cold, but her warming socks and breaches did enough for awhile. So did moving, which she may as well idly been doing - but Anne could not help but admire it all, slowing her pace to catch the last of the critters gathering food for the oncoming winter months.

And that, although lovely, was her downfall - or rather, the cause of her fall. One moment Anne was greeting a scarlet cardinal, the next, haltingly grabbeling upon the betrayal of an icy stick, with her basket full of newly-traded fish from her native friends took into the air like unromantic snowflakes.

Nevertheless, Anne was left without any air in her lungs, gasping for the escaped breaths for a few moments before scrambling to repack the fish into her snow-filled basket.

Her whole back was wet, with the weather only being cold enough to hold the snow frozen for a few hours during the day.

Nevermind it all. She just had to hurry home before her calves and heels turned numb.

But, appearingly contrasting, she went to stand, only to find herself back on the ground, her right ankle exploding with cold, uncomfortable heat.  Ow.

Anne huffed and tried again. This time she favored that side, balancing on her left until a tree was in proper distance to lean on to.

She knew not to leave Belle so far out - but the horse seemed to love the scenery so much, she just had to tie her there. It was about a mile from the tribe. But although it may be easier to backtrack, Marilla would have all of Avonlea in a search party by 6 that evening.

Anne would just have to continue forward with hope in mind.

As she walked (or, more so, hopped from leverage to leverage), the heating pain of her ankle only seemed like a hyper-sensitive frostbite - and she wasted much of her journey checking to see if her layers rolled down her legs to find they haven’t.

At the point where she noticed the sun was starting to significantly decline in the sky, Anne started to imagine how she would make it through the nights that have continuously gifted them snow for the past three nights.

Not long later, she realized she may not even make it to that point; when she heard shoes crunching the snow along with hers, a distance away.  

It was then when she knew what society thought would happen if women were left unaccompanied. They would have to go through a great deal to get to her situation, but Anne was there nonetheless, and she was alone. The quick pace of the other footsteps compared to her limp gave her an unfavorable thrill of fear. She wouldn't be able to out walk them, even. Never mind fight or run.

“Anne?”

continue the read here.

[pipesflowforeverandever]

If you can do a quick summary of your hymms of struggle au please? I can't read very well and is really long.

No worries!!! I try to tell people that it’s fine if they don’t read it, since it’s so long. Before I get started here, I do want to let you and some other people that might benefit from it that there’s extensions you can get for Google Chrome that’ll read highlighted text to you! As of late I’ve been using that a lot to read fanfics, since I love listening but I need constant visual engagement (video games, videos, etc). I use “Read Aloud: A Text to Speech Voice Reader” and it does a pretty good job!

I’m also starting a podfic of Hymns which you can find here. There’s only one chapter read so far, but I have friends that are recording future chapters and I’ll be working on recording too, now that my illness woes seem mostly cleared up and I can spend my weekends having fun. I got a brand new mic and I’m excited to use it!

Listening to that much in itself is still- y know- a lot, so don’t worry if none of this appeals to you.

So with that all said and done, here’s the summary you wanted. Kind of obviously, spoilers for basically everything about the story.

(This summary did not turn out quick at all so skip to the bold headers if its too much.)

Hymns of Struggle is an AU I started before chapter 4 with it being based only on the canon of chapters 1-3 of the game. It’s about a college-aged woman who falls into the depths of the studio and comes across the circumstances and characters that Henry did before her. But unlike Henry, she becomes convinced that she’s not going to leave anytime soon. So instead of using her willpower to escape- as Henry did- she uses it to survive the experience, especially in an emotional sense. She meets the monsters of the studio and discovers their humanity, and as she holds out hope for them, their bitter perspectives start to turn, and they began to see hope in her in turn. 

Sammy is the first to meet her and treats her not unlike Henry; she is prepared as a sacrifice. However, as the ink demon not only ignores this request but heals her injuries (not really but she’s not dying anymore), Sammy comes to terms with this by begrudgingly taking her as his ward, as the ink demon for whatever reason wants her alive. The woman, of course, sticks with him at first only out of fear and morbid curiosity, but eventually they become friends that have genuine cares for each other. A big plot point is Sammy presenting the ink demon as a god before the woman gets any other impression, and so she’s inclined to view him similarly. The other characters- mainly Alice and the projectionist- have a similar arc with her of reluctance before they view her as empathetically as she views them.

The woman is only named in the fic once Sammy asks, which isn’t for a good 20 chapters or so. 

Gingie (within the fic simply called the usual Joey Drew) is the main antagonist of the story. About half way through it’s revealed that he is still alive, and not physically changed like the rest, and that the others don’t know about it. Francine has to decide whether or not it is good for the studio to keep it this way, although Joey makes his misgivings very clear. The fic from the second half on shifts to this walking on eggshells of what it means to care about others- if it ignores other kinds of morality like lying and condescending, or if you have to be able to brave for the worst even if you could have prevented it by said lying and condescension.

This is played out in the fact that the ink demon towards the very end is revealed to be an extension of Joey’s deepest desires. Joey can’t control him- in fact often does the exact opposite of what he wants- but the demon plays entirely off of what Joey really wants. The demon makes sure Alice stays where she should. The demon made Sammy blind without his mask of faith (literally and figuratively). The demon fights the projectionist if he decides to leave his maze and find Francine when she goes missing. Joey doesn’t want anyone to be hurt. He’s afraid of what he’s made- the studio being a curse born out of a desire to see his son Henry again, that ended up swallowing everyone inside the building and trapping them for 80 some years. They’re inside his world, and he knows it’s terrifying. He stays by himself, trying to keep himself calm, to prevent something like with Henry happening again to the others and now Francine, who still has her own body, blood, and soul to keep from joining the disfiguring ink. 

With Francine there, Joey’s tension builds. He’s both hopeful, as he watches her befriend the others, and he is very, very afraid. It’s not true, but Joey believes Henry is dead from that visit 30 years after he left. He’s so forlorn he can’t bring himself to find his soul in the ink. As Francine finally finds him- the demon bringing her to Joey against the studio itself (another, slightly more controlled extension of Joey’s emotion)- Joey has to decide on the spot to make up a lie that the studio stole his freedom as it stole Sammy’s memory, Alice’s identity, and Norman’s voice. But of course, he wants to know her too. Francine found lovely things in everyone, helped them remember who they were before the ink…who like Joey wouldn’t long for the same?

But as that becomes more and more true with each of her visits, her curiosity about things that don’t make sense become dangerous in his eyes. After Francine pieces together that something must have happened to Henry and Boris (who has never appeared to her), the ink demon abruptly rips her out of Sammy’s arms and at Joey’s feet, where the old man decides that in order to keep what remains of his family- to keep the studio from imploding on itself- she has to stay with him.

With her upset at this, he breaks down and the walls around his chamber fall apart and the others finally see him for the first time. Alice screams at him as he tries to call her his angel, and Sammy breaks down at proof that his god is not at all who he seemed. With everyone all at once screaming at him, Joey uses the curse to push everyone away from him. The remainder of the story is Francine and her friends Sammy and Alice defeating the ink demon, finding out the truth about Henry, and convincing Joey that he can set everyone free after all. In the resolution, everyone becomes human again, Alice/Susie and Francine have their first kiss, and they find Joey curled up and crying in his childhood home, having to come to terms with the fact that he is still alive even after all he had done.

Joey discovers Henry’s daughter, Linda, is still alive and he visits her in a nursing home. Sammy assures Francine that the eyesight he lost in taking his human form again won’t stop him from making her keep the promise she made of showing him every song he’s never listened to.

The series that takes place after is heavily focused on the studio’s survivors recovering from trauma, forgiving, and learning to enjoy themselves. Francine finds herself the caretaker of a real life Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, the young matriarch of people waiting for their surviving families to be found and reunited with them. 

LONG STORY SHORT:

Sammy makes friends with a young woman he tried to sacrifice. His memories are forcefully blocked and she helps him find them again. 

Alice and the young woman gradually fall in love.

Joey is the secret villain who caused the studio to be cursed and transform people into ink. He loves the studio deeply but assumes a parental role that is toxic- and is the reason Henry left long ago.

Francine gets Joey to realize what he’s doing and he sets everyone free into the modern world, where they have to learn how to live again.

OTHER DETAILS:

How the curse happened was that Joey found a spell that would- in his view- reconnect him and Henry forever. The ritual required Henry’s consent and thus failed; it needed a part of him (like hair or blood) and Joey used the first sketch of Bendy instead. This, combined with his mother’s ashes and his own blood, flooded the studio with ink, created the ink demon, and transformed both the building and the people inside it in a symbolic world of Joey’s unstable, tortured emotions.

Joey/Gingie before the studio’s downfall was very jovial and saw the *most* in everyone. He made people want to make him proud, and Joey believed of himself thanks to his mother that he was obligated to only be the best for the world and his loved ones. This results in a mentality that only perfection and ultimate happiness was good enough, which leads him to success and the beloved role of father/grandfather until Henry saw cracks in the man he laid his foundation/life upon and turned tail as soon as it felt unstable for the first time.

The ink demon is in the role of a god. The story is heavily based on Christian/abrahamic views of religion. Joey is the father, the ink demon is the son, the studio is the holy spirit. All the same, yet all different.

The themes are: the importance of names, being empathetic vs being selfishly loving, religion vs faith, and family. Francine is the color pink, Henry is the color blue, Joey/magic is yellow/gold, green represents the world outside and freedom, and black is the ink demon and the curse.

[haikyuulovercompany]

Hi!💕 Could you do a imagine where Oikawa hurts his bad knee at the Olympics and reader is a renowned orthopaedic surgeon who rushes to the scene from audience and eventually heals the “unfixable” injury? And he falls in love along the way? Thank u so much!

I swear I wanted to write a whole fanfic with this idea. But I tried to put it all in a one-shot. Hope you like it!!!

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Oikawa had always feared days like that one. Days when his knee would finally give in, fail him in the middle of an important moment. And right there, in the middle of a summer morning at the greatest even, at the greatest honor of his life, one bad step had sent him into an overwhelming pain. He used all his self-control not to scream or cry. He shut his eyes tight, small tears hanging from his long eyelashes. The focus of every camera had shifted to him. He was on the big screens of the gymnasium, and on many television’s screens all over the world.

The paramedics were all over him in few seconds. They were surrounding him like big walls making it all feel more suffocating. Despite that, he nodded and answer them when they asked how much it hurt, if he could move, if he had a history with that type of injuries, and so on.

He was being transfer to a medical stretcher, the deep voice of the commentator announcing he wasn’t able to play anymore, his name, together with his jersey number. He was frustrated beyond his core. His head was now hurting, the lights of the Olympic gymnasium were suddenly too bright. Someone stood right below the light, impeding it to hit his face. “Give me a compress, you’re wasting time, you should know better,” the voice of a woman sounded.

Oikawa opened his eyes. It was a young woman, around his age or even slightly younger. She was wearing casual clothes and her hair was loose.

At that moment Oikawa didn’t question it. He just wanted to had a bottle of painkillers shoved down his throat until his knee would stop being a problem. However, the news of his knee reaching a point of no recovery was the biggest downfall of it all. Not even the gossiping among the sport community could compare. He denied every question, saying his knee was going to recover, all were useless rumors.

He refused to believe the doctor, so he went for a second opinion. That couldn’t be the end for him. There should be something else somewhere else. One person couldn’t have all the answers.

That’s how he had ended up in a different hospital, at the office of a different doctor. The therapist of a teammate had insisted that if she couldn’t see a way to help him, no one in all of Japan could. He was in Tokyo after all; it was common knowledge that the best doctors were in the capital.

When the doctor finally rolled in with a folder between her hands and a smile, Oikawa recognized her promptly. “You’re the woman at the game. You scolded the paramedics.”

“I am. And I’m glad you ended up in my office. Your case is well-known in the community. You made it to the national team with a bad knee. A miracle.”

“Since you are so up to date with the gossip, I guess you don’t even need to see these,” Oikawa said, holding up a big manila envelope with every result of his physical examination.

“So they are true. You were given really bad news.”

Oikawa chuckled grimly. To see the pair of crutches waiting for him to use them for the last weeks had been a living hell. Not only he wasn’t able to play, he wasn’t able to walk by himself. “To put it lightly.”

“Can I see your results?” She stretched her open hand to him, and without a word he handed them to her and directed his gaze to the window. There was nothing to see but tree branches, and the clear blue sky; the parking lot merely visible, still, it was better than having to go through another doctor unhopefully watching the disaster his joint became to be. He had done the correct exercises, and rested when needed, all to keep his knee going as long as possible. He never imagined the fatal injury would come at the peak of his career as a professional volleyball player.

“Well, Mr. Oikawa. You do have a severe problem, but I don’t see why others have thought there’s nothing we can do.” His eyes opened in incredulity. The face of the woman before him wasn’t filled with bad news. She was giving a sweet small smile, her eyes full of understanding. “It will be a demanding recovery. I can’t promise you anything, but there’s a good chance this works.”

Oikawa leaned impatient on her desk. “I’m up for anything.”

She locked eyes with him. His factions had hardened with determination, yet his eyes were glassy and trembling. It was easy to see how much her words meant to him. It was the last candle still shining bright for him. One chance only.

As requested by Oikawa, his therapies began right away. ________ had seemed too excited to as well, which while he found strange to a point, deeply he was truly grateful to be treated with such positiveness. Every doctor before had treated him with stern, almost condescending looks, as if they knew they were treating him out of pity, trying to pretend they were doing something to fix him when for them he was unfixable.

This promptly provoked him to grow fonder of _______. He had thought it was rational for him to care so quickly for the one doctor who believed so fervently in his recovery. He had been following her every order, and his knee was slowly but surely filling better.

What had become as a rational argument, turned into something more. Something so big he couldn’t keep telling himself he was just desperate to get what he wanted. Her smile whenever he greeted him, his constant support and cheering. She was smart, she was diligent, she was so many things he liked.

He stared at her shamelessly as she closed the machine around his knee. She peeked at him, a smile appearing in her face. “Is something wrong?”

“Not at all,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“You seem much lighter lately, Oikawa.”

“Call me Tooru.”

She held her eyes on him, surprised, but more interested than anything else for the request. Her own professionalism had made her push her own feelings for him. It was charming to have him around but as long as he was her patient, it was wrong of her. Then again, it wasn’t rare for a patient and doctor to become closer after months spent together, both walking down the same road hoping to find the same thing. His complete recovery.

“Then you can call me _______.”

“My pleasure.”

She gave her back to him with the excuse of having to check his last results, when in reality she needed to hide her enormous simper upon her face. Anyhow, what she had between her hands justified the gesture. “I know I must not say this since I need to keep your expectations in place, but these results are,” she chuckled in incredulity. “Your knee is doing fantastic. At this rate… I mean, it will never be anew, but you will keep playing if you still take care of it like this.”

“Have I told you you’re amazing?”

“I would say knowledgeable.”

Oikawa laughed, more in relief than anything. Two tears began to form on the corner of his eyes. “Thank you, Doctor ______.”

Her lips quivered, and throwing all of her professionalism away, he went to him and kissed his forehead. “My pleasure,” she imitated him.

After that day, there wasn’t a minute Oikawa didn’t think about that one kiss, and also didn’t stop counting the seconds. His last session would mean their daily therapies would be over. He would be attended by several nurses every once in a while. She would get busy with another body in shambles, and the idea of not having that time with her put him in a new problem.

For their last therapy session, the place was buried in an unusual silence. That’s how he knew it was all being as bittersweet for her as it was for him. She moved leisurely, not a hurry in finishing. Sadly, his treatments had shortened as he had got better, and they were done before they both wanted.

“You’ll finally be back in the courts. Aren’t you excited?” she asked. Oikawa contained chuckle. She was lengthening his stay and it was painfully obvious. He gladly played along.

He rested his back on the chair inside the office. “Volleyball it’s all I’ve ever known. I am pretty happy, indeed.”

“I’m glad I was able to help you.”

“Help would be an understatement. You literally saved my whole career, _______”

“Then you better go out and win some championships on my name,” she teased in a very innocent and playful way. She was closing their relationship with a joke, and he wasn’t fond at all of that. “I’ll be watching you.”

“Yeah. Now that I remember, you jumped from the audience. Why?”

“As a traumatologist, most of my patients are professional players. So the rumors of a professional volleyball player still on the game with a bad knee was interesting to me. I read what I could find about your case but you attended a different hospital than mine so I had no way to getting access to your medical history. You always made me curious.”

“And so, you were in the game.”

“Again, most of my patients are professional players of some sport, so I have a lot of friends in the Olympics. When I was told Oikawa Tooru wanted an appointment with me, well, I was beyond thrill to finally get to see what kept you going even with a damaged knee.”

“And what is your final diagnosis?”

“That you’re a very ambitious, driven man.”

“Not wrong at all,” he smiled at her.

“Well, then I guess this is it. You’re officially off my charge.” She stretched her hand to him over her desk, and he took it. But he didn’t let go.

“So, would it be too much if I ask for another type of appointment with you?”

“Another type?” she asked nervous without trying to free her hand from his hold.

“A date.”

She looked at him long and hard, her lips faintly lifting into a small smile. “I’m free on Saturday.”