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sobbingscripter · 5 months ago

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"You know, you'd make a great vig—"

"No."

Your voice doesn't waver and your eyes don't leave the screen of your phone, fuzzy sock-clad toes wiggle when Barbara's foot nudges against yours playfully.

"You'd be so good though. Like.... We could be the only female vigilante duo." Barbara shifts, sitting back against the wall, watching the way your thumbs fly across your screen, undoubtedly slicing various fruits in half with one of those stupid, outdated games you collect like they're Pokemon cards. Too attached with your half-progress to even uninstall them and that's why you keep having to swipe away that notification to clear away space.

Barbara watches your brows knit in concentration, she watches your tongue brush over your lips before you speak.

"It'll be a warm, sunny day in Gotham where the crime rate is zero, when I ever decide to run around in tights and a gimp mask." You respond with a snort of laughter, unable to hide your amusement at the way Barbara's eyes narrow, brows knitting into a frown.

"Asshole." She hisses. "I'm doing good things in my tights. What are you doing, huh?"

"Playing Fruit Ninja, and going on Tumblr."

You respond like it's obvious, before shifting and sitting back against the headboard, resting your phone to your side, and you stare at Barbara.

Gingery strands fall gracefully past Barbara's shoulders, the milky flesh exposed by where the neckline of her sleeping shirt has been stretched and worn, silver rimmed glasses rest on the freckle-dusted bridge of her nose and leafy eyes narrow at you expectantly.

You never could say no. Even when you really, really wanted to.

"Well." You let out a petulant huff. "Sell your vigilantism to me."

Barbara doesn't wait, scrambling onto your lap like she has for the past 10 years whenever trying to convince you of something and by natural instinct, your hands move to rest on the cottony fabric of her night pants.

"You can save the worl—"

"I didn't know the world consisted of Gotham and only Gotham." Your voice is sarcastic and you don't miss the scoff that falls past her perfectly shaped lips.

"Stop interrupting, you're ruining the moment."

Clearing her throat, Barbara places her hands on your shoulders, manicured nails glinting in the dim lighting of your bedroom and you're half convinced she's doing this on purpose.

Warm breath fanning across your face as Barbara looks at you, spotted cheeks ruddy with the cold that seems to creep in through the cracks of your windows.

"You can make.... A difference."

It's not an appealing thing whatsoever. Vigilantism seems like something for people who have a lot of reasons to be angry, especially Gotham vigilantes.

But you can't say 'no' to Barbara. Even when your life might actually depend on it.

But her lips are so pretty and pouty, a delightfully prominent Cupid's bow and a plump bottom lip, so hydrated from that lip mask from earlier and you swallow, hands twitching on her thighs before letting out a breath.

"It does sound... Slightly more appealing when you put it like that." You lie. But only because watching the dimples in Barbara's cheeks deepen, makes you feel better about a lot of things in the world.

Like slow WiFi.

Barbara lets out an enthusiastic squeal before nodding her head, and before you even know it, she's under the covers beside you, her attention turned towards the TV.

"Okay, sidekick." She hums. "Put on a movie."

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌼🧺˚˖𓍢ִ🌿˚.

You're not sure what made you pick a sapphic movie but God, the way Barbara smells makes it all better. Her cheek pressed against your shoulder, an arm wrapped around your waist while one of her thighs are tossed carelessly over you.

Most of her attention is on the TV.

Focused on the black and white film, the youthful faces of Audrey Hepburn and Shirley MacLaine burning into those pretty, leafy pools of hers, and your fingers absentmindedly card through the strawberry strands that seem to be just about everywhere.

Manicured nails scratch lightly against Barbara's scalp, the sensation making her dark lashes flutter at the soft feeling and she glances up at you, eyes half-lidded and she scrunches her nose up. And you don't miss the way she melts against your side when you pinch the middle of her spectacles, carefully removing them and setting them on the bedside table.

"How'd you find this movie?"

Barbara whisper quietly, her attention alternating between the screen and your profile, her fingers absentmindedly tracing over the knit of your sweater as she waits for you to answer.

"I read the play when I had to do a report on it for school." You lie. Again.

You don't even know why you're lying. But you spend very little time on it when you feel the way Barbara shifts closer to you, her face pressed against the curve of your neck and her hand snaking underneath where your sweater had ridden up, warm fingertips tracing squiggles against the soft flesh of your ribcage and her nose brushes against your pulse.

"You smell really nice." She breathes out.

"You smell really nice too." You speak just as softly as her, hoping that she can't hear the thrum in your chest, that she can't see the wat your eyes flicker briefly towards her before ultimately remaining glued on the TV.

"Why won't you look at me when you're talking?" Barbara questions softly.

Her voice is as quiet as the barely audible raindrops that pelt outside, almost overshadowed by the grainy sounds of film and you swallow, before looking down at Barbara.

She stares up at you from beneath her lashes, green eyes reflecting the images from the screen as they flit between your gaze and your lips. The battle seems to go on forever before the warmth of her palm presses against your cheek, and her lips meet yours.

It's so... Sweet.

Barbara's lips mould against yours in the most perfect way, her fingertips brushing along the soft flesh of your cheek as she tilts her head, deepening the kiss.

It feels like the air leaves your lungs when you feel the way her body melts even more, pressing every inch of her form against your side and you can't help but shift, making yourself more comfortable.

She lets out a desperate and shaky breath through her nose before pulling away, her gaze fluttering open before staring at you with wide eyes.

And you watch mortification take over her expression and her lips barely part to push out an apology, before you kiss that spot between gingery brows, right at where her forehead makes that little crease.

"Don't apologize." You whisper softly. "I liked it."

You don't know when the line between friendship blurred. If it was that secret kiss you shared at your first slumber party, if it was when she had you pick out bras you thought would fit her best or if it was when she'd hop into the shower with you.

But God knows that right now, there's not a lick of friendship in sight.

Not with the way her hands cradle your face, her back against the headboard and her thighs around your waist as you kiss her, your hands resting just beneath the fabric of her shirt, thumbs brushing against the undersides of her breasts just to illicit those pretty gasps from her lips and Barbara swallows when you pull away, staring up at you with those pretty, doe eyes.

There's no way to describe how perfect she looks.

Hair just a bit messy, cheeks flushed and lips reddened by kissing, and lashes fluttering, each deep breath she takes causes her breasts to press even more against yours and Barbara lets out the shakiest breath.

"Wow..." She murmurs, a shy and awkward laugh slipping past her lips. "You kiss different from when you were 14."

And you let out a hum, thumbs continuing to caress the dip of the flesh before you brush your lips against the curve of her jaw, an action which makes her tip her head back against the headboard, letting out a shuddering breath.

"I read a lot more now than I did then." You respond softly. "I've picked up a few things."

Pulling off Barbara's T-shirt would most likely be the most accomplishing moment of your life, watching the way perky tits press together, rosy nipples pebbling at the slight chill in your room. You feel like you're on a completely different planet, and everything sounds like it's underwater until Barbara's hand reaches for the bedside lamp, switching it off.

And the only light, is the grainy movie that continues to play to an uninterested audience, the motion picture dimly illuminating the way your hands cradle Barbara's chest, thumbs brushing over her nipples and you listen to the way her breath hitches, getting caught in her throat.

Fingers card through your hair lovingly when your head dips lower, tongue darting out to swirl around the pebbled bud until your lips find purchase, tongue teasing and flicking until Barbara's letting out breathy sighs.

"Shit... That's..— keep doing that..."

Your other hand continues to adore the unattended breast, fingertips gently tugging before you raise your head, pressing your lips against hers again in a messy, almost desperate kiss.

Barbara smiles into the kiss, dimples popping as her hand dips into the waistband of your nightshorts and panties, manicured digits moving against your slippery folds as her free hand guides your available palm to her sopping cunt.

You can feel her throb through the cotton of her panties, slick forcing the fabric to cling to her sodden core before you tug the panties aside, carefully brushing your thumb against her clit. And she gasps into the kiss, before letting out a giggle, grin widening as she continues to tease against your own, sensitive nub, returning the favour sloppily.

"Don't stick a finger in..." You whisper softly. "You've got long nails.."

Her snort of laughter is nothing short of angelic, eyes crinkling at the corners before she whispers a lazy 'I know', and the way her lips form that shy 'o' when you slip a finger into her cunt is something that's euphoric.

Gummy walls spasm around your fingers, snug enough for you to feel each ridge and crevice as your finger continues to prod and curl, thrusting past the fleshy folds and you feel the way her own digits falter against your core. Clearly distracted.

"That feels nice...." Barbara whispers, deep breaths heaving and she pulls her hand out of your pants, instead, cradling your face in her palms and pressing her lips against yours.

The desperation in her kiss and the way you swallow each moan and whimper creates a hypnotic concoction of sex that lingers in the air. Tender and affection touches, hesitant and wanting all the same, and you can feel the way her heart pounds in her chest.

Your lips part, and her tongue brushes against yours, the taste of sugary fizzy drinks and candy lingers in her mouth, the sweet taste makes your head fuzzy and Barbara's body nearly freezes when you slip in a second finger.

And it's gentle when you fuck your fingers into her, your thumb pressing sweet circles onto her clit until she's letting out whimpers and whines, choked sobs slipping into your mouth alongside her tongue when she comes.

Slick pools on the sheets below her, puffy pussy lips glistening in the faint light from the TV and you pull your fingers out of her drooling cunt, before you shift.

Sock covered feet rest on your back, warm hands wrap around Barbara's thighs, blunt fingertips digging into the plush of her thighs and you nearly sigh when her fingers card through your hair, moving the strands out of your face.

The sight of her flushed face is something that makes your thighs clench but nothing makes your cunt throb like the way her pussy squelches, pushing out another trickle of slick.

When your tongue curls against her clit, Barbara's thighs clamp shut, the pressure against your head is intense and you push her thighs further apart, before staring up at Barbara through your lashes, head lifting the tiniest bit.

"It's the attempted skull crushing for me." You tease, watching the way her pouty lips curl into a shy grin before her hand moves back to the crown of your head, before gently urging you back down.

"Head pusher." You mock under your breath, before dragging your tongue through her velvety folds, satiny fluids painting your tongue in her taste, your nose occasionally bumping against her clit when your tongue dips past that tight ring of muscle, her cunt spasming around the wet muscle.

It's a heady feeling.

Warm, plush thighs pressed against your ears, cunt drooling messily and covering your chin in a glistening sheen before your tongue flits, lips wrapping around her needy clit before you suck at the sweet nub.

Feeling the way her hips buck, hands fisting in your hair and a shaky gasp leaves Barbara's lips, before her chest heaves.

"You—... shit...— use that strap-on in your nightstand..." Barbara shudders. "Please, God, fuck me."

Your head lifts, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Did you go through my nightstand?" You question, lifting your head just a bit, two fingers easing into her cunt as you lazily lick at your stretched hole, feeling the way she spasms around your digits.

"....maybe." She replies shyly, fingers carding through your hair, massaging your scalp like there's some sort of conditioner in your hair and she needs to thread it through your strands.

"But, why do you have a pocket—"

"Mind your business!"

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moonchild-in-blue · 2 years ago

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The Mist (Sleep Token)

So this is the aftermath of this very cool post by @reveries-of-my-mind. I was supposed to get it done weeks ago, but alas. It is here now I suppose.

Basically is Vessel as a kid (he's adorable here 🥺), wandering around in the woods, and encountering a Magical Clearing with a Strange Mist. Slightly different from my original idea, but it's actually kinda cute?? This was supposed to be much shorter, but once I start writing, it's hard to stop lol. 2k is not too bad though, right?

Anyways, here it is. I hope you like it Kay 🍄 (Also I used your picture for the divider, hope you don't mind!) 🌿🌹

The Mist had been with him ever since he could remember. As Vessel looked over his window, morning coffee in hand, a thin layer of fog covered his garden, speckled with red flowers.

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It was a Saturday morning like any other. The sun peeked shyly behind grey clouds, extending its warm fingers to the earth bellow, still wet from the earlier rain.

His grandparents’ garden overlooked the great forest behind, lush trees and a sparkling creek impassively waiting behind the white fence. For any eight-year-old boy in the midst of summer holidays, with no friends around and plenty of time to kill, the woods were the perfect playground.

Everyday he would venture into the forest. He knew each and every rock and bush that formed the path to the stream. He knew which berries were the sweetest; which tree provided better shade. His grandfather had taught him to recognize the different singing birds and where they nested – under his bed, a shoebox containing his growing collection of nature findings was filled with all types of feathers, carefully catalogued in a piece of crinkled paper.

Today, he had decided to be a little braver. He would go on an adventure. With a very nice stick in hand, and a backpack full of sandwiches, two tangerines, and a water bottle - lovingly provided by his grandmother - the blonde boy ventured further into the woods.

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After a little while of walking, his first sandwich long gone, the boy reached a tunnel encrusted on the base of a ridge, no bigger than his little frame, completely dark aside from a very faint light coming from the opposite entrance. It seated inconspicuously behind a curtain of leaves and vines, barely visible to anyone not paying attention.

But to the adventurous boy, nothing escaped his sight. His little blue eyes twinkled with excitement. Finally, something new. He adjusted his backpack straps, took a deep breath, and crawled his way through the hole.

With scrapped knees and spider webs clinging to his hair and clothes, the boy stood in an unfamiliar clearing, tall and quite proud of himself for making it through the dark, scary tunnel.

The first thing he noticed was the silence. Usually the woods were brimming with life, the sounds of birds, shuffling creatures, and buzzing insects, serving as companions to his lone hummings. But here, on the other side of the mysterious passage, the sound seemed to deafen to a low whisper, almost as if the ground itself was vibrating. As if the trees were talking amongst themselves.

Then, there was the mist.

The clearing was a small, rounded meadow, carpeted with soft grass and a shallow brook, towering trees adorning the edges. A gentle shadow, cast by the leafy canopies, draped the enclosure in green light. And hovering over the grass, swirling in intricate, delicate patterns, was a fine layer of white mist.

Whenever a sun beam pierced the strange fog, the mist parted like tiny crystal prisms, painting the glade with translucent rainbows. The boy was elated – he had never seen or imagined something so extraordinary, not even in his wildest dreams. And this place, this enchanted forest, was all his!

The boy suddenly felt very important. He knew this place was special, and it had must be protected, like a closely guarded secret. His little heart thumped with excitement and wonder, sparkling blue eyes drinking in his surroundings. As he walked further inside the clearing, the boy noticed how the mist seemed to halt its movements, as if it could feel his presence.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I’m an explorer! See?”

He brandished his stick in the air, proving his harmlessness to the Mist.

“Can I seat here?” he asked, pointing to the soft grass bellow. The Mist seemed to respond, swirling ever-so-slightly around his pale ankles.

Satisfied with this reply, the boy slumped down on the ground, glad to be able to rest after what if felt like hours walking. He took off his shoes and socks, and laid back on the grass, singing contently to himself. What an amazing discovery! I should keep this in my notebook.

From the dirty backpack, he produced a colourful sketchpad and a pencil case, along with his water-bottle and snacks. The pad was halfway filled with a myriad of drawings: several birds and leaves, his grandparent’s yard, countless types of mushrooms and insects, and even some strange-looking forest gnomes, no doubt inspired by the bedtime stories his grandfather would read him. Anything he would come across during his adventures was recorded in his notebook, and this mysterious place, this important secret of his, deserved several pages dedicated to it.

After a few hours of drawing the clearing and the swirling fog, and when the last of his food had been consumed, the boy knew it was time to go home. Before leaving, he chose some of the prettiest pebbles he gathered from the brook and made a neat little pile in the place he had been seated earlier, as a thank you to the mist for showing him such a wonderful place.

“Goodbye trees! Goodbye Mist! I’ll come back tomorrow, okay? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this place – I’m very good at keeping secrets you know?” he waved his little arms farewell, hoping somehow the forest would hear him.

The Mist twirled over his little rock offering, and the boy left with a grin, very pleased with himself for being able to talk with the magic fog.

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When he stood in front of the dark tunnel the next day, his stomach felt funny with dread. What if the misty clearing was no longer there? What if it was all his imagination? No, it was there! It’s all here on my notebook. Once again he took a deep breath, adjusted his backpack, and crossed the dark passage to the secluded meadow.

And there it was – the strange vapour, the leafy canopies, the soft grass. Just as he had left it. He could hardly contain his excitement, blonde hair bouncing up and down as he skipped over to his pile of rocks. Curiously enough, a single flower bloomed next to it, five deep-red petals sprouting beautifully, filling the air with an intoxicatingly sweet scent. It was the only form of vegetation in the whole clearing, aside from the giant trees and verdant grass.

(Later that night the boy would show his drawing of it to his grandfather, and be met with half disappointment, half curiosity, by learning that the flower had no name, nor had it been sighted anywhere else before.)

He spent the day much like before: drawing, playing in the brook, napping under the giant canopies and the feather-light touches of the dancing cloud. At last, the time to leave had come, and just like the previous day, he left a little offering with sticks for the Mist, this time near the entrance to the tunnel.

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And so the boy spent his summer. Everyday he would come to the clearing, no longer afraid of the once scary tunnel, and find a new crimson bloom near his offerings. He had learned that the Mist was somewhat sentient – the low rumble he had once thought to be the trees talking seemed to come from the Mist itself. It was almost imperceptible at first, but his curious child ears had become attuned to the quiet murmur.

The boy also learned that the Mist liked to hear him sing. Whenever he started to hum to himself, the swirling intensified, as if dancing along to his music. He couldn’t quite make out what they all meant, but his twinkling blue eyes began to recognise some of the swirling patterns as a language of sorts.

The summer turned into months, into years. The once young child, with colourful sketchpads and scrapped knees, his little heart full of wonder and joy, became a teenager - lanky, brooding, and lonely. Instead of drawings and sticks, he now carried black notebooks, full of poetry, of musings, of songs. Every holiday, and whenever he had a long weekend, he would make the trip to his grandparents’ house and to his secret garden.

Throughout the years, the clearing had become his safe place, a haven from all the pain he had had to endure. He liked to lay back on the grass, as he had so many times before as a kid, and sing to his heart’s content, while the Mist happily twirled around him.

He was certain the Mist could talk, too. Whenever he closed his eyes, now dark blue with hurt, eager to sink into the warm ground beneath him, he could feel it whisper in his ear. Sometimes it was loud and clear as day, others it would be little more than a quiet purr. It wasn’t any language he could recognise, much like the queer symbols and patterns he had now memorized, nimbly scribbled on the margins of his notebooks.

But he heard it all the same.

The Mist knew him like anyone else. In the clearing, he had the freedom to be himself fully. The boy had shared every joy, every pain, every heartbreak with it. And in return, the Mist would grace him with feather-like touches, with new swirling patterns, with long naps and vivid dreams; with bouts of inspiration, whenever his music felt inadequate.

And with flowers. Always those strange flowers, red as blood, and oh so very fragrant.

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Time passed, and the boy was now a man.

He wasn’t quite sure why he was there. It had been years since he had last been in this clearing, real life catching up on him. He wasn’t even sure he would still be able to find it. The forest had considerably changed since the last time he had been there. The house in which he had once spent long summers in no longer existed.

It was silly, really. To seek comfort in what if felt like an imaginary friend. To run back to childhood safety once things had gone wrong.

Oh, and how they have gone wrong.

He stood there, expecting to see the crimson flowers and sparkling brook. To feel the soft grass beneath his feet once more. But the flowers were gone. The once gloriously green canopies loomed dry and brittle over him. All that remained were the little piles of rocks and sticks he had so carefully arranged many lifetimes ago. Gone was the lush grass and soft ground.

And gone was the Mist.

The man fell to his knees and wept. How did things get this way? How was he supposed to carry on living without a heart? Without her?

He sobbed himself to exhaustion, unconcerned about the impending night time, about his fate. Maybe it was for the best.

Oh child, we know that is not true. Why are you so distressed, my little one?

For the first time in years, the sweet fragrance of the red flowers enveloped him completely. His exposed skin prickled with emotion and fear – he had never heard the Mist this clearly before. Suddenly he was his teenage self again, longing to be embraced and understood by the one who knew him best.

“I’m truly alone now. And I don’t want to be. I’m tired.”

Oh, child.

The Mist chuckled, a low purr vibrating in the man’s chest. Their voice was unlike any other. It was wind, and water, and music combined. Somehow he knew to keep his eyes shut.

I can sense your pain. You don’t have to be alone anymore. I am here, am I not?

“I don’t even know if you are real. Maybe I have gone truly crazy. Clouds don’t talk.”

Humm. Such disbelief. I liked you better when you were young.

“What do you want from me?”

A rush of cold wind swept his blonde hair back. Every cell in his body was screaming to get away, and yet he was unable to move.

I can take your pain away. I can stay with you, make everything better. Would you like that?

“I… Who are you?”

Humm. Another chuckle.

You can call me Sleep.

#oh look at her being whimsical again lol #little vessel is very cute to me okay?#can you tell i so very desperately wanted to expand that ending? had to censor myself - this was NOT supposed to be long #ignore the use of the word adventure like 3 times in a row. i cant be bothered to edit further #sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #darya is unhinged

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naturalwellnesshq · 3 months ago

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mini-leafster · 8 months ago

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Blood anon is Also not Pin or Leafy. Leafy may have many writing styles and be better at masking but they often slip and have admitted to knowing nothing about what goes on here for now. Pin is.... God, Pin is so obvious. If it's Pin you KNOW it's Pin. I feel kinda bad at knowing so easily. I don't think Tap is aware of this blog. Hi Tap if you get this! You are cool. Taggy is NOT quick to anger. This is not Taggy. So hats off to you, Blood. I don't know many people who know this blog and I know who you aren't, not who you is.

-🌿

🔥-blood has been here since. like. the humble beginnings where leafior was being gifted a lollipop and a propeller hat whats now the mindspace.

🔥-also i know them due to the fact that no one else i know is that big a fan of ultrakill 🔥🔥🔥

#ty for the ask <3 #ooc

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iamthecomet · 2 years ago

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COMET YOU CAN'T JUST WRITE THAT AND THEN NOT WRITE IFRIT AND RAIN PLEASE???!!!!???!??????????!?!!!!!!!!!???!!!!!!!?????

—🌿🥹(very needy leaf)

I mean, it wouldn't really be a tease if I just gave you everything you want would it? but also. I did it. Under the cut, just for you, Leafy. <3

Rain looks at Ifrit. He's sprawled out on his bed, just how Sunshine and Dew left him, sweatpants tented. The fire ghoul grins at him and beacons him forward with two fingers. Rain pushes himself into motion, crossing the room. He plants himself in Ifrit's lap. Straddling his hips, taking Sunshine's place. Being close to Ifrit is like standing next to a bonfire. Ifrit sits higher up on the bed and drags Rain down into a kiss.

"They get you all worked up?" Ifrit asks against his lips.

Rain nods, kissing him again, opening his mouth, tasting the ginger of Ifrit, tinged with the cinnamon and peaches of Dew and Sunshine, evidence of their teasing still strong on both of them. Ifrit puts his hands on Rain's hips and drags him forward and back. The friction is good, Rain whines into his mouth. But isn't enough. He's had enough of this part. He wants-- "Ifrit, c'mon, fuck me already."

Ifrit grinds up against him one more time before he nods, letting go of Rain so they can make quick work of pulling their clothes off. Ifrit pulls Rain back down into the bed and presses him into the pillows. Ifrit leans over to open the drawer of his nightstand but Rain catches his wrist. "You don't need it."

"What do you mean I don't need it."

"I, uh, " Rain flushes, "water ghoul, remember?" Ifrit reaches down and finds Rain slick to his thighs. He groans as he pushes a finger in. Rain heaves out a breath of relief, that quickly turns to a whine as Ifrit presses up, and drags the pad of his finger over his prostate.

"They really did get you worked up, huh?" Ifrit taunts, sliding a second finger in. "What did you think you were gonna do? Fuck Sunny while Dew fucked you? That's a pretty picture."

Rain whines. He throws his arm over his face. He can feel the blush rising to his cheeks. He nods. That's exactly what he thought, but now the only thing he can think about is Ifrit, the heat of him, those thick fingers pumping in and out of him. His cock twitches on his belly. "What--" Rain's words choke off into a whine as Ifrit adds a third finger. He tries again when the sensation lets him "What about you?"

"Oh," Ifrit scissors his fingers, "I was gonna fuck Sunny and make Dew watch. Then I was gonna fuck him."

Ifrit withdraws his fingers, and replaces them with the blunt head of his cock, pressing slowly into Rain.

"But this is better."

Rain keens as Ifrit presses forward, bottoming out. He hitches one of Rain's legs up so he can go deeper. Rain wants to chew through his lip. He knows, in the back of his mind, that Sunshine and Dew probably haven't gone far. And he doesn't want to give them the satisfaction of listening to him get fucked. But all of that stops mattering when Ifrit starts to thrust. He picks a forceful rhythm, one that makes Rain aware of every hard inch of him. Rain can't bite back the noises anymore, they spill out of him unbidden. "So, fucking wet, Raincloud." Rain blushes darker, he tries to hide his face in his hands, tries to bite down the moans by digging his teeth into his palm. But Ifrit drags his hands away, pinning them both above his head with one of his as he fucks into him. And that would be fine, except Rain's cock is so hard it hurts. The ache of it, insistent, as Ifrit fucks into him, driving him higher and higher with no hope of any relief. "Please, ifrit, touch me, I need--"

"I am touching you." Ifrit says. The only evidence that he's equally affected is the pant of his breathing and the way his hips snap against Rain with increasing urgency.

Rain wants to sob. Hasn't he been teased enough? Ifrit must see something on his face. He lets Rain's hands go and takes Rain's cock in his hand and starts to stroke in time with his thrusts. It takes almost nothing before Rain is twitching, moaning, spilling hot all over Ifrit's hand and own stomach. Ifrit isn't far behind him, barely giving Rain time to catch his breath before he's digging his teeth into Rain's shoulder, cock kicking as he cums.

Ifrit pushes Rain's sweaty hair away from his face. Rolling off of him to lay beside him as they catch their breaths. "We should probably thank them, huh?" Ifrit asks, "gift basket maybe, or--" Rain hits him on the chest with the back of his hand. "Shut up."

#comet writes #leafy #ficlet #request #ifrit x rain #ifrit/rain #continuation #ghost fic #the band ghost fan fiction #ghost fan fic #nameless ghoul fan fic #ifrit ghoul #rain ghoul #what happens after Sunshine and Dew abandon them

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kayystudiess · 4 years ago

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A leafy kind of day today 🍃🌿

I hope everyone’s having a great day! I’ve spent it writing some notes and listening to podcasts as usual 💗🤍

#study notes #study aesthetic #leaves #plant mom #aesthetic notes #pink blog #studyvan

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sneak-pieck · 6 months ago

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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑌𝑒𝑡 𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

Word count: 1366 Note: Alternate Universe where Eren decided not to reveal himself and attack during the proclamation of war,leaving the Tybur siblings with a mix of feelings and a grim realization.

Pure white snow had begun to cover the Earth long before the month of December even thought to formally arrive, causing a certain blonde haired Lord to shiver in preparation for the cold that was to envelop him and his aging bones once he stepped foot into the white paradise outside his large house. Yet had it been up to Willahelm Tybur, he’d not leave the warmth and comfort of his home ever again. Not after the insane stunt he managed to pull at the festival in Liberio. How and why he was still alive…not even he knows. The plan was well ingrained into his brain, and he was aware of the most probable outcome. He had said his goodbyes, he had made sure his heart was in the right place, he was ready to perish that very night! Yet…that never got to happen. He delivered his speech oh so full of love for this nation that wasn’t even his, he had put his entire soul into it, ready to sacrifice all he was! All he had! And yet there he was.

The man’s beautiful blue eyes had been following the rapid fall of the heavy snowflakes, lost in the beauty of the gathering, untouched mass. It was so weird…it felt as if he was seeing snow for the first time in forever-and can you blame him? The head of the Tybur household hadn’t thought he’d see another Christmas. Lost in thought however, he forgot about someone else that struggled with this sort of feeling. And only when the silhouette of his beloved sister Lara entered his field of view did the man snap back to reality. She wore what looked like a thick long coat to keep her warm,paired with gloves and boots. Was she out on her own?Of course not.

Soon enough, small figures would rush over to the woman, figures that became simple blobs of color as the window the Lord stared out from began freezing slowly.

“Lara-” He’d catch himself nearly whimpering as he stood up from his chair,turning to head towards the door. It had been a few months since that night ,a few months since they’d spoken…a few months since Lara too had been told that something big was to happen…something greater than them, greater than they could ever imagine.

Months since the woman had prepared herself for a fight- or perhaps prepared is a word one would use loosely, for Lara had no training. She’d inherited the Warhammer titan without having any thought that a day may come where she might need to use its power. To be fair, most none of the previous inheritors had any special training…after all, they simply kept the titan safe and contained. That was all they did. So being told one day that the fate of your family and perhaps the entire world will be resting on your frail and fragile shoulders…who wouldn’t break?

“Is that dad?” The voice of a young girl that was tugging on Lara’s coat soon distracted the woman from her thoughts,and for a moment her eyes lit up at the sight.”Is he really going to join us out today?” the young girl would speak again,yet she’d receive no answer.

It was indeed their father,and the man seemed to be rushing towards his sweet children and his sister…so much so that his usually pale face now stung,bright red from the cold air that cut at him. It had been so long…so long since he allowed himself to leave his office, so long since he’d felt like he was not alone or crazy for feeling the way he did. She was right there! The woman that understood, the woman that always understood. Lara,his sweet Lara, who had been by him throughout his life, his struggles,his pains.

The moment Willy reached the black haired woman, he’d not hold back. Throwing his arms around her rather small frame in order to drag her into a warm and tight embrace,the man nearly sobbed as his face now pressed against her soft coat. The cold didn’t affect him anymore,not as long as he had her. She brought him a sort of comfort that not even his wife managed to. Lara caressed his very soul like only she knew how,just by being there. Just by..being.

All it took was one moment for the Tybur siblings to stumble back and collapse into the welcoming blanket of fresh snow with a small grunt- all this causing them to burst into laughter almost immediately. So loud and joyous, it was nearly contagious. And to Willy’s children it was, they’d make it very clear by quite literally allowing themselves to fall over in the snow by their father and aunt.

From then on followed a couple of hours of family fun, with Willahelm’s wife too joining them at some point. The Tyburs would become a normal family for a short while. Building snowmen, having snowball fights and pulling each other around on a sled. Yet as time passed, the weather grew harsher,colder…more and more unforgiving. Just like the world.

“Will you two join us inside soon? The carolers might pop up any minute,and Bruno and Alois wish to hand out the cupcakes we’ve baked together.”Willy’s eldest daughter Fine would speak up, having turned to walk backwards towards the house in order to see her sweet father.

“What’cha need me for, sweetheart?”The blonde man called out,a small laugh caught in his throat…good God, he loved his children so much.

“Well, we need you to try them! We don’t know if they’re good or not,it’s our first time baking!”

“Alright alright, we’ll be in soon, I promise!”

With that, the children along with their mother would vanish into the white winter tapestry,and Willy would sigh.

What followed was a moment of silence as he and Lara sat in the cold snow,feeling their clothes grow wetter and wetter by the minute.

“I- i honestly didn’t imagine i’d see another Christmas-” He finally broke the silence, and Lara almost immediately seemed to understand. “I was pretty sure i-”

“You’d die? As if I'd let such a thing happen.”The woman let out a gentle chuckle, silencing herself rather fast. Yet her brother didn’t seem to notice. And she couldn’t blame him.

“Well, we need not worry about such things anymore. All is good. We will celebrate many things from now on,for nothing will stand in our way. We are alive. We get to live,Lara.”

“You get to live.” Lara caught herself mumbling. She did not mean to speak out loud, for the last thing she wished to do was ruin her brother’s newfound enthusiasm for life, especially on Christmas. Yet it was too late.

As if something had lit up in Willy’s mind, the man would lower his gaze with a small hum…and then a huff. “ R- right. How long uhm-”

“ I don’t remember for sure. But at most…I have one, maybe two Christmases left.” Her voice soft,low,perhaps sad. Sad, yes…for she loved her brother,and she’d not want to go…not so soon. But she had no choice, not in this matter.

“I didn’t…realize- when did the time pass-”Willy muttered quietly under his breath, not really expecting an answer. For why would he? They’d both taken their time together for granted and there was no going back. “Then…let’s make the most of what we have left,hm?” By God did he wish to be able to sound cheerful, yet as he spoke,a hot tear rolled down his freezing cold cheek…yet he’d smile.

“I love you,Lara. Let us live out whatever we have left to live…happily.”

“I love you as well,Willy. Always will.”Lara nodded along ,and soon tears welled in her dark eyes as well.

Pushing up from the ground first was Willy,and he’d help her up,smiling as he began leading his dear sister towards their house. Determined to make the most of this holiday…determined to fill the walls of their home with memories enough for a lifetime.

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kefalion · 3 years ago

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This is a lovely selection, Will! Thanks for going out of your way and giving me extra eye candy!

🦚🍀🌿🍏🥗🎾🪀🔋📗

All the green 💚💚💚

Gotta admit that I first read ‘the Greek Phrase Book’ as the GREEN phrase book and went, it sure is green. Now that I had time to look closer, I’m a little disappointed I was wrong 😂

Faves based on looks: Rouge Planet (it has Ewan/Obi-Wan’s face on it), the bounty hunter codex (very classic looking, gold is pretty), the rhetoric of poetry in the renaissance and seventeenth century (love that swirly leafy whatever decorations in old texts are called), objectivity (dramatic with the black and I do love organic shapes), and Why information grows (cleverly connected to the title, both organic in shape and angular. Very nice)

Books I think I might like to read: rouge planet (it’s about Obi-Wan and Anakin. I’m sure I’ll like it), how to invent everything (not that I think I’ll get stranded in time, but I might like to write about someone being stranded in time and in general it would be nice to know how things work not just how to use them), narration and knowledge (for my BA theises I read quite a bit of narratology, I enjoy it. This seems adjacent), and the negative traits thesaurus (oh this seems like so much fun! Character creation is the part of original fiction I struggle with the most. This could help me).

@kefalion i saw your tag about green covers, and i do love me a green book!! i decided to pull some, and these were the first ones i found:

what a weird assortment of content!! this is why when i see those ‘aesthetic’ bookshelves arranged by color, my eye kind of twitches lol like i guess if someone’s brain works that way and that’s how they would remember to find things it makes sense, but otherwise it’s just.. chaos. putting these back in their place in the loose dewey order system i have will be very satisfying

#books #pretty books #to read #intermundia

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sneak-pieck · 4 months ago

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Somebody That I Used To Know

Characters: Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein

Word count: 2047

The edges of her vision grow ever so blurry,just as the edges of her memories seem to fade away at a painfully rapid pace. Insanity this must be-no. Had it been insanity, it would have consumed her long ago. This was but that feeling once again..when was it she felt this- in Marley. That was for sure. She couldn't recall when,yet she could remember the way everything felt. Warm,alive and happy. With Sasha laughing loudly in her ear,and Eren…oh Eren- what was he doing? She couldn't recall that either..not anymore.

Instead of focusing on the past,she'd try to do as Armin often told her-stay in the present,stay focused on yourself and your surroundings..and perhaps your future too.

A few bottles lay on the dinner table before her- them. Armin was sitting by her,the blonde man laughing ever so slightly,face flushed red. None of them remembered why he had been laughing,but he had done so wholeheartedly,for now he struggled to catch his breath as a shaking hand gripped around for a glass.

Mikasa eyed her own,for on one had the buzz was oh so nice,yet on the other,how much more could her body take? She didn't drink often- no,in fact she'd only drunk once before. That time. Thinking back to how fun it was and how alive it made her feel,the unsteadiness in her hand vanished the moment the glass was against her palm. Up..and to her lips the glass went, fiery liquid slipping past, into her mouth and down her throat. She'd made sure to allow it to burn her thoroughly. Consumed by inner flames,the black haired woman would take in a deep breath,and she'd hold it there for a moment,until she saw Armin finally manage to grab at his own glass and down the remainder of his drink. This burn reminded her .. not entirely sure what of- her head was spinning, memory hazy. Yet she knew it was but a fraction of the pain she actually felt at that time. Whatever time that may have been.

But..the hazier everything got,the clearer it all seemed to her. Vision even more blurred now,eyes growing wet while searching for Armin's comforting ocean ones.

“Armin-”This time she spoke up,yet slurred still as she tried to sit up straight without swaying.”Armin what have I done-” a whimper this time,the woman seeming..beyond shaken as her loving orbs stared into nothingness.

And for a moment- a flash of green within the blonde man's orbs. A flash that caused Mikasa's whole body to grow more numb than it already was..causing the tears that filled her gray eyes to fall,rolling down her red and warm cheeks.

“Eren-” She'd whimper in a whisper,realizing just how much she'd been pushing him back. His name,his memory..away. Life had continued on,for her and Armin at least. She married Jean,and now while he was away she spent time with her best friend.

Armin however was struggling to even sit properly on the chair, so he hadn't heard his poor friend,not yet at least. His breathing finally having calmed down after the laughing fit and the big amount of alcohol he'd just drank,his half lidded eyes scanning the room. The messiness of the table before them caused a chuckle to escape from the blonde man's throat,a hand reaching over to perhaps attempt to clear out some of the stuff laying there,but all he managed was to knock over some more bottles,adding to the pile.

The sudden noise made Mikasa nearly jump from her seat with a gasp,her eyes now wide and body slightly trembling as memories of times past flooded her spinning mind.

“I-” She gasped for air, a trembling hand now rushing to grip at the soft shirt covering her chest.”I killed him-”Mikasa whined,feeling her world slowly grow brittle,crumbling more and more as her mind brought forth vivid images of that cursed day.

She'd mindlessly put it all behind herself. Sure,she spent nearly half a year mourning without stopping,yet when life began moving again,she too moved with it. And in order to do so,she had to be lenient with herself..and that meant putting the knowledge of what she's done aside, locking it away within the depths of her soul.

“I..how stupid am I,Armin?”Mikasa would push to stand up from her chair,wishing to perhaps make her way to the window for some fresh air- yet before she managed to reach anything,she'd collapse,her trembling knees giving in underneath the weight of her sins.”I killed him! I chopped his head clean off and..and he's dead! He's gone and he's never going to come back!”

“Huh? What are you on about?”Armin now finally heard the woman by his side,his gaze confused as he tried to assess what was going on with his friend. He was..way too gone in the moment to realize that just like Mikasa, he too had perhaps tried to evade the knowledge of what they had to do. Yet..for Armin it was harder. Much harder considering he was the man to take the blame. The one they all now know for what she had done,not himself.

She was not dumb! Of course not,she was well aware of what death was and meant from the ripe age of nine,yet even so. In a state where emotions simply spill,that was the only thing bothering her.. the reality of just how final death was. They were mere humans…no more titans,no more anything. They would all eventually pass- and that was to be it.

However now,as she lived yet another day,she couldn't help but feel the endlessness and hopelessness of her insignificant life.

Curling upon the warm floorboards of her cozy home,Mikasa cried her little heart out into her fists,the sound of Armin struggling to rise from his seat to check on her being muted by her own sobs and harsh,hitched breaths.

“How could I.. how dare I?!”The black haired woman nearly screamed in between sobs,curling even more..as if she simply wished to melt into herself and slowly disappear beneath the wooden floor. “Out of all of us, he was the one that fell in love with life the most..and I took it all away from him-”

“You had to-!”Armin,although slow,finally caught up with the subject of the tearful breakdown of his childhood friend,now stumbling over to the woman while hoping he could perhaps- even in his intoxicated state- manage to calm her down with words and a pat on the back just like he'd done multiple times before in the passing months.

“Did I? Did I really? Couldn't i have found another way? I could've done something..could've said something different! I could have made a difference..I didn't try hard enough!”The woman,now clearly inconsolable, would push herself up in a sitting position against the wall of her home,underneath the window she wished to look out of. The light shone in,on Armin,and yet again she'd see that glimpse of green..or maybe gray? Perhaps blue..she couldn't remember,not properly. But something.. she saw something. And she'd yet again sob,biting into her own lip to silence herself.

Armin was at a loss for words,unsure what he could say or do to make the woman before him feel any better…being drunk didn't help. His head was spinning,his body rocking,the world trembling around him.”Mika-”

“I'm a monster. I'm a fucking monster. How dare I just go on with my life?” Before,she nearly screamed,yet now her voice was reduced to a soft whine as she collected her knees against her chest,head now hung low and forehead resting against her knees.

“..I shouldn't be here..I don't want to be here.”

“What about Jean-” Armin grew slightly concerned.. for indeed,what about Jean?

It hurt. Even just thinking those words hurt,yet speaking them out loud stung. She knew Jean,her dear Jean,deserved much better..yet there she was. Allowing herself to believe life is to be alright in the long run..by his side.

“..don't get me wrong-” Mikasa started speaking,sniffling every other word.”I love that he's here for me..I love the life we are to have as we grow old,I love what we have now! I love him,for he is my comfort in the dark and terrifying night,and I'd like to believe I'm his ,also. Yet..he'll never be Eren.”

“He'll never fill in that void. I may be forgetting Eren already.. yet he'll forever stay in my heart. I wouldn't blame Jean if he chose not to stay by my side,yet he did…and he knows all this,or so I hope. So that's commendable. Truly is-”

“ ‘Kasa-”

“I don't know how Levi does it. He has nobody left but us,and we are but children to him..I for one don't think I'd have lasted long if it wasn't for you and for Jean..caring for me.” The woman seemed to have calmed as she spoke,oddly enough,yet the moment she looked up and noticed the tears now filling Armin's ocean eyes as well,she couldn't help but burst into sobbing yet again.”I'm so pathetic Armin…I'm sorry.”

“No- good god,no,you're not pathetic - don't ever say that.” The blonde man forced his wobbly body to step closer to his beloved friend, allowing himself to collapse to his knees before her. Arms immediately rushing to pull her in,cling to her, bury her within himself.”You're fantastic. You're Mikasa..the reason I'm alive.”

Standing with his back against the wall to the living room was Jean,the man spoken of just moments ago,with his heart in his throat and his hand trembling as it gripped at the large bouquet of flowers he'd bought his sweet wife. He wasn't supposed to be there,not yet,he had taken it upon himself to surprise Mikasa by returning early…yet now as bittersweet tears filled his eyes,he wondered if he'd made the right decision after all.

Such sweet words being laid upon her made the poor dark-haired woman burst into even louder sobs,she too now clinging to her beloved friend…simply letting herself cry it out. Armin was to do the same.

His heart both breaking yet overflowing with love at the crushing words he had just heard ,Jean stayed put for a while longer,unsure how to proceed from then on. Was he to just walk in? Should he pretend he didn't hear, that he just got there? Or should he be honest,have a discussion -

Having a discussion with an already crying person wasn't going to lead anyone anywhere. So he'd wait in the shadows until Mikasa's cries slowly grew quiet,his large body now moving to turn on its heel. A big,trembling and warm hand lay on the handle of the main door,pressing on it to slightly make it squeak - before he opened said door just a smidge,only to close it once more. Louder,this time. Wishing for his presence to be known.

He'd step in with heavy,loud steps,greeting his wife and friend in a cheery voice. He'd offered them the time to ‘hide’ the fact that tears were shed,so now all he did was smile and tease the two because of their intoxicated state, earning embarrassed gasps and gentle giggles.

A loving kiss pressed to Mikasa's burning cheek,her arms wrapping around the man that had decided to stay by her side despite knowing the truth,pulling him close. The large bouquet of flowers would gently get squished by the couple's loving embrace as Armin stood by the door with a dumb smile on his lips. He'd just stand there, watching.. knowing that this was as good as it's gonna get,for Mikasa at least.

But it was good enough.

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sneak-pieck · 7 months ago

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Part 1: Sometimes Life Turns Out Alright

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoe

Summary: Life simply seems to be absolutely perfect. Perhaps it really..just is.

Word count: 617

Part 1/? (Not sure how much I'll write,will edit later)

The blinding hospital lights had nothing against the relief one feels when the silent newborn they are offered suddenly bursts into loud and aggravated crying. When it begins slowly nudging its head around, searching for the comfort of its mother’s warm skin..it feels like life is truly complete. Hange personally may dare say they had never felt so alive.

Doctors muttering and shuffling around in the seemingly cramped room would, under any other circumstance, make the person’s head spin, make them dizzy. Yet not now. Not today. Not when the product of their and Levi’s love laid in their tired arms, nursing from their bosom. Not when their husband’s worried face came into view finally as the man laid their glasses back onto their sweaty face. Even taking the time to push some of the hair that had stuck to their cheeks and neck away. Levi’s worry, slowly melting into serenity as Hange passed the fruit of their love to him made the person relax even more- completely, in fact, unaware that they could even do such a thing.

And while the words coming from the black haired man before them were still but an amalgam of faint noises, the sound of his voice brought them so much peace. So much so that the pain they were experiencing was nearly nonexistent.

‘’ What shall we name her? Hange? We’ve got the most beautiful princess on our hands..’’

Levi’s words were met with momentary silence as the person laying on the hospital bed tried to think…tried to find a name that would in some way honour the woman that offered them this gem of a husband, this incredibly strong pillar they could lean onto in life.

‘’...Olympia. How about Olympia Kuchel?’’ they asked with a small, warm smile on their pale lips.

And at that, Levi could do nothing more but smile even brighter than he already had been, struggling to contain the tears that tried to come forth.

The hospitalization days passed fast. They tend to do so when one is tired, exhausted even, yet they don't mind. Not one bit, for truth be told Hange was overly excited to start just being a family. A happy family, like perhaps they’d always dreamed they’d be. Resting into the passenger seat of their car, tired eyes fixated on the rearview mirror, adjusted so they’d easily keep an eye on their precious pearl.

‘’She’s not going anywhere, Hange~’’ Levi teased his sweet lover as he drove them home carefully.

His eyes held so much love in them as the man paid close attention to the road ahead.

‘’ I- I know Levi, but she is just so impossibly tiny. She looks like she might slip out of the carrier!’’ They muttered, clearly embarrassed by their behavior. Even blushing slightly!

Once they reached home, Hange wouldn’t let their sweet Olympia out of their sight, not for a moment. Something that yet again caused Levi to lovingly bully them, immediately after making sure to reassure them he was in fact just joking.

And their days would continue to be full of laughter and love, with every little milestone their precious child hit. Oh, the hundreds of pictures Erwin and Miche had to see whenever something even remotely interesting happened regarding the baby. And her first steps? Hange and Levi fawned over Olympia for weeks, simply melting whenever the adorable child pushed herself up and waddled over.

As for when she first said ‘mama’ and ‘dada’? Tears flooded the eyes of the married couple, and tears would keep on coming for about two weeks. Every single time their child called upon one of them, it was a battle holding those loving tears back.

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sneak-pieck · 7 months ago

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Part 4: And Sometimes Maybe Too Much Is Simply Too Much

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoe

Word Count : 944

Part 4 Of "Sometimes Life Turns Out Alright"

As days passed,Hange made sure to keep all ‘’symptoms’’ that affected them further, hidden from their sweet husband. After all, each time their body would begin to tremble, or their left eye would grow pained again, Hange got small glimpses of Levi’s worried gaze. And by god did they hate worrying him, because the man deserved nothing more but a happy life. Yet pushing away what was happening to them did not mean that it was not actively happening,no, but keeping it a secret seemed to somewhat make it worse.

Hange often found themselves discombobulated, holding onto the wall as they made their way down the stairs in a dizzy dance,usually in the morning, praying that they would not collapse- or they’d awaken in a cold sweat,eye feeling as if someone had taken a sharp spike to it,using it to dig. Yet they did not say a word about it to their beloved. It couldn’t get much worse, could it?

So the poor person thought,until one horrid morning. Levi had already left, taking it upon himself to drive Olympia to school and then perhaps do some shopping before heading to work. Hange was all alone, walking around the kitchen as they waited for their coffee machine to finish their beverage- they would do that whenever Levi didn’t have the time to brew them a cup before leaving. His coffee was, after all, the best they’d ever tasted. And as if the universe loved silly twisted tricks, the moment the person’s cup was finally full and the machine let out its usual loud beep to announce them,Hange began feeling rather…out of breath.

‘’God damn it, I didn't hear anything about a heat wave-’’ they’d scoff, pushing up and away from the fridge which they leant on,taking small steady steps towards the counter. Each step taking them closer to the sweet cup of coffee that practically called their name. Yet with each step Hange struggled more and more to breathe, their vision growing blurry the moment they did get to the said counter. Reaching for their mug with shaky hands, they’d knock it out of its place, the liquid contents spilling all over the floor, rushing towards Hange's bare feet. And it burned,yet they couldn’t focus on that- how were they to realize their feet were being attacked by boiling hot coffee when their whole body seemed to burn from within?

Stumbling back and turning around, Hange began feeling for the wall nearest to them, sensing how this was only going to get worse once their eyeball along with seemingly even their eye socket began pounding oh so harshly. Muttering small words of reassurance in the hope of perhaps uplifting themselves enough to make it to the bathroom safely,they’d whimper and whine the moment the coldness of their shower tiles seemed to be completely useless against their burning skin.

They’d realize they made it,so once that began settling in,Hange began removing their clothes erratically and tossing them wherever,as long as they were away from them. Quickly reaching up towards the shower nub,twisting it rapidly so that the water they were to start would come in ice cold, the person could only weep as they came to the realization that that was doing…absolutely nothing.

‘’Please- Please, this is supposed to be freezing cold..good god, please, i cannot breathe-’’The person begged, hot tears suddenly rolling down their cheeks as broken sobs filled the empty bathroom. Laying there,trying not to pass out, trying to focus on the idea of the water trickling down their body becoming ice cold, the person felt like there was no hope to be had anymore. Their brown hair sticking to their face and neck felt like fire was embracing them, and the water rolling down their skin felt like nothing short of lava. They were almost certain that their body was no more, simply beginning to crumble and fade into nothingness. The only thing that seemed to somewhat offer them ailment was…an odd breeze. The very breeze they were certain was simply spreading their ashes about the world.

They’d lay there,unmoving, for about twenty minutes… yet who was to count at this point? Hange themselves barely remembered their own name and facial features,so who could tell just how long had it been since they’d been placed in hell?

‘’Hange?’’ The voice of an angel sounded throughout their mind, calling their nearly forgotten name oh so sweetly. It seemed to be getting closer. Sounding confused..sounding worried. They wished with all their might to speak, to help this angel reach them faster, for their essence wasn’t to last much longer…yet they simply could not. Mouth feeling both dry and overflowing with saliva, body trembling so bad, perhaps from the pain of burning from the inside out? Perhaps.

The angel would keep growing closer, and suddenly Hange could tell it was right there with them, standing somewhere by their remnants. Oh what a joyous happening…

Before Hange stood Levi,who’d just returned from the grocery store,who upon noticing the mess in the kitchen rushed to find his beloved partner. And there they were,before him,laying in the shower trembling, as pale as a ghost with lips bluer than a bruise one would get after a nasty fall.

‘’Hange what on earth happened?!’’ The man exclaimed the moment he snapped out of the initial shock brough by seeing his spouse that way,quickly reaching to turn off the water and pick them up off of the cold tile floor.

‘’I- I’m burning,Levi, can’t you feel it?’’

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sneak-pieck · 5 months ago

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♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚Their Love♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

Ship: Jean Kirstein x Eren Yeager Word Count:3947 Prompt: Hidden Relationship A/N: I started this while very excited about the idea i had, but then time flew so here i am. I wrote this while sleep deprived so i do apologize if it's sucky QwQ. Contains Eren being mean to a girl-and little talk of intimate activities.

“Jesus- That's so red!” Eren found himself whining as his emerald eyes stared into the foggy mirror before him. “Good god,and the whole week has been announced to be hotter than hell! So I can't wear a turtleneck unless I want to look like a sweaty mess..you know I care about how I look-” however this time he didn't sound annoyed, perhaps only sad. Or..scared. What made him so scared of showing his love? Why was he so- it didn't matter. Not now- they had to go.

“I already told you i didn't mean to- it's not my fault you..look the way you do and sound the way you do-”Jean groaned as he combed his wet hair back,struggling to see himself in the mirror that was still attempting to de-fog itself.”You clung to me like a desperate dog,I have my limits too y'know?”

“Oi fuck you calling me a dog for?!”Eren's aggravated voice now filled the small and slightly cramped bathroom as he pushed back and away from the sink,reaching for his shirt that laid in a warm pile by the closed and locked door.”If anyone is a dog,it's you! Huffing and groaning and growling in my ear,and not to mention the humping!”

“Alright alright Jesus! If I were to list off all the things you do-” Jean gently nudged his roommate's side,and although his voice carried annoyance,a warm and loving smile stayed on his lips. Beautiful man..Eren.

Eren however didn't get to see that look,for once his shirt and boxers had been put on,the man unlocked and opened the bathroom door,leaving Jean alone and still wrapped in his towel,leaving him to feel the cold air pouring inside the previously insanely warm room. The beautiful brown haired man would sit at his small desk,pulling up a pouch that carried a couple makeup items. And so,Eren would prime and conceal the red bruises that spread all over his neck and collarbone area,sighing as he then applied foundation just for safety-before setting everything with quite strong setting spray. No mistakes, couldn't do that. After that simply followed what Eren had begun calling his ‘routine’ for..pretty much anything. A little waterline liner smudged around and mascara- just that small extra set of details made the boy feel less..naked.

He'd not wait for Jean. Putting on black jeans and tossing on a hoodie just for the safety it offered before grabbing at his backpack- barely prepared for the full college day ahead. Green eyes staring sadly at the empty walls that should have carried pictures and memories…yet he couldn't bring himself to put up any.

No memories were important enough to be up there,not alone. Putting up any pictures that didn't include the few selfies and post-sex images Eren and Jean had taken together felt like a crime. God,why must his heart ache for that man so-?

“If you don't hurry,you'll be late.”Was all Eren had said to Jean as he saw the taller man exit the bathroom finally,and so he left. Heading to class,head hung low as his slender fingers searched for his phone in one of his pockets.

-I love you. ❤️

Read the message sent to his dear roommate, done so quickly before he'd closed the app and put his phone back into his pocket,letting out a sigh.

A sigh Jean too seemed to let out at almost the exact same time as he sat down on his bed,phone in hand. Reading over the message just received,allowing a hand to rub the bridge of his nose ever so gently. Don't cry- it's not that damn deep.

As students slowly but surely flooded the classroom,each picking a seat of their choosing,Eren made sure to rush towards the back,plopping in what he saw as HIS seat. Last row,closest to the window. That was the perfect seat. Nice view,perfect place for storing snacks and the likes..and plus- hard to be seen!

Hard to be seen sadly didn't mean hard to see. The long haired boy's sweet eyes would follow the tall figure of his roommate as the other entered the classroom,taking a seat in the second row by the wall. Just seeing Jean made Eren's day better,yet today was to be the tiniest bit different. Usually Sasha or Connie would sit by Jean,it was as if this too had become routine. One or the other..yet that day it seemed someone else sat down before the other two got to come.

A girl- Eren hadn't noticed her before. Some loudmouth preppy bitch,wearing a skirt barely reaching above her knees and a bra that was clearly too damn big even for her round fucking tits. Makeup by the ton smeared on her face,and soon her loud and obnoxious voice would fill the classroom as she began chatting with her new desk mate. Giggling and flipping her hair that had the crustiest extensions Eren had ever seen,her clawed hands rubbing onto Jean's arm and shoulder.

He had no idea how long it had been since that wench sat down by Jean,yet he had been staring. Gaze burning with jealousy- a feeling Eren hadn't before gotten to feel. Or perhaps he hadn't allowed himself to feel it,for he couldn't risk being seen as clingy or..being seen at all.

He had to maintain appearances. Him and Jean,the roommates that absolutely hated each other and fought whenever a chance arose. Yet on that day it seemed the woman sitting at Jean's side simply took away the brown haired boy's energy for fights and arguments with a bat of her thick,fake eyelashes.

Every attempt to start something, anything that came from Jean would be met with almost nothing.

“Y'hear that Yeager? Dumb,he's talking about you y'know!” Jean's voice filled the room as their first lecture teacher had made a comment involving said word,but before Eren could even think of what to dignify his beautiful..friend with, that loud and aggravating animal noise that ..thing by Jean had the audacity to call a laugh pierced his ears again.

“...whatever.”Eren muttered,pulling the hood of his hoodie on and laying his head on his desk,eyes aimed at the sky. When would he be free of these stupid feelings and fears?

And then a soft buzz came from Eren's pocket,where he kept his phone still. Usually he'd make attempts to hide himself behind his classmates so he could simply spend his time mindlessly scrolling either through some app or some pictures he'd locked away in a secret folder. He was always extra careful.

-Hey,fuck's up with you?

The brown haired boy hadn't checked what the buzz was caused by,yet he was almost a hundred percent sure a message from Jean awaited him. Yet it seemed he couldn't bring himself to check, couldn't fill himself with the energy needed for the action. His heart hung low,it hurt..ached more and more every damn time that girl scooted closer to Jean. He could hear her chair move,could hear her voice,could even hear how her hands traveled all over HIS Jean's arm and back. He'd not turn to look,for if he were to see anything more than what his mind allowed him,he'd for sure break her neck.

And oh so suddenly another sound seemed to join- the sweetest laugh Eren had ever heard. Jean's- yet as soon as his chest filled with love and excitement,it just as soon felt like it had caved in from pain. Jean was laughing with that girl.

Jean, unknowing Jean. Unknowing,for he had no idea of the inner turmoil his lover was dealing with right at that moment. To be fair,his laughter was nothing more than an attempt at ending whatever conversation that loud girl by him had started. He'd not paid attention to a word that came from her mouth,for he didn't care at all. Her hands all over his body made him sigh,for they made him feel dirty in a way. He craved someone's touch,and that someone was clearly Eren. Clear to him at least. Yet Eren hadn't looked his way since class started,and for the first time for Jean as well,his heart hurt more than usual.

He wanted to go back to his dorm room,lay in bed cuddled up to his beautiful lover,brushing his fingers through his long chocolate hair as they melted into one- he didn't want to be there! Being touched by that girl that seemed to believe he had even the slightest interest in her made his stomach churn really, and he couldn't do much about it without risking himself and Eren.

He wondered why Eren was so worried. With how he looked and carried himself,he shouldn't be worried about …having a boyfriend,not publicly,yet it was as if Jean now watched the movie of the beginning of their relationship in his head.

“We can't.. be seen. Okay?”

“Why tho? I doubt anyone would ever say anything-”

“We just can't! It's for safety okay? Just..trust me damn it.”

And trust him Jean did and still does. Always would,of that much he was sure.

During every single break at school that day,Eren would have made himself unseen to the world,not wishing to have to interact with anyone. He was dealing with an awful lot,or so he felt at the moment. The incessant buzzing of his phone in his pocket drove him insane as he sat in the boy's bathroom for the fifth time that day,holding in perhaps tears, or perhaps a scream.

Why..why was the world so cruel? He'd made Jean promise to keep them a secret,but now Eren wanted nothing more than to scream in that girl's face that Kirstein was his and his only. Yet…he had no right. Even if he'd somehow grow the balls to do it,he'd not have the right to. He'd chosen silence,and silence might just eat him whole now.

-Eren? Where are you?

-Hey,c'mon,what's up?

-You've not said a word to me the entire day,what's the matter?

-Are you seriously still angry about the hickeys or something? Your makeup is still on,nobody's seen.

-Babe cmon.

All these messages from Jean would only be read during the sixth and last break of the day,the brown haired boy's whole entire body trembling roughly as his hands gripped at his phone.

No answer.

Finally the day would end,and he'd be on his way to his dorm room,not noticing the worried looks from friends and..Jean. Eren's not spoken a word the entire day,and that worried people,for that boy was the kind that never shut up. So what on earth-

“What on earth was up with you today?”Jean's voice would break the silence within Eren's mind as the taller man entered the room,seeming..confused and annoyed.

Jean didn't know what answer he expected,yet it was certain the one thing he wasn't ready for was tears. Hot,salty..perhaps bitter tears welled in Eren's emerald eyes,soon enough rolling down his soft cheeks as the boy sat curled on his own bed,back against the wall.

“H-hey,Jesus,I didn't mean to sound angry-”The blonde man would nearly instantly panic,moving in to kneel before the bed of his secret lover,his large hands wishing to reach forward and soothe the other,yet Eren didn't seem to wish it- immediately curling up even more.”Eren..What's wrong?”

“Nuh-nothing. Fuck- nothing is wrong. Just- go and have fun with that…God I'm so exhausted I don't even know what to call her!”

“Hah? What the hell are you talking about Yeager-” Jean let out a small scoff as an awkward smile spread across his face. He was confused.. confused and worried. Never had he seen Eren cry,and he'd not have imagined it to be so damn heartbreaking.

“That blonde bitch that sat by you today! You'd have much more fun hanging out with her- perhaps you prefer her huh? With all that makeup and her yellow hair and skimpy clothes-” Eren nearly sobbed as he spoke,trembling like a wet kitten.”You'd be better off without me anyway. Not living your life in the shadows- not having to hide..”

“You're the one that wants that! You're the one that wants us to hide,Eren,what are you on about-? I don't understand you!”

“I'm doing it for you,Jean! Why won't you get that?!”Finally Eren had snapped- spewing out words like a waterfall that's finally had enough after months of rain building up. “I see how everyone looks at you,how they treat you. They hold you in such high regards. They look up to you,for you're popular and talented and smart and..and beautiful. You're what everyone wishes to be,befriend or date.”

With every word that left the brown haired boy's lips,his voice grew softer,sadder…and Jean would grow more and more confused first before finally feeling that weight of realization sit down on his shoulders.

“I cannot risk your reputation. Me,well..I've made a name for myself. I'm loud,laid back and weird. Nobody has expectations of me,not even I do anymore. But you? Good god,you're something else,Jean. I would never forgive myself if I allowed you to fall,my angel.” The ramble went on,a small pained smile spreading across Eren's now red face,wet with tears. His trembling hand raising to lay gently atop his chest,over his heart-his poor,racing heart. He knew he was selfish. Not able to let go of the love he had for Jean,yet not able to take the risk of ruining the life of his beloved.

“You know..it's funny. This being the situation,and all- cuz I for a moment managed to fool myself into believing we might be soulmates. But that can't be-”The green eyed boy whimpered in a whisper,staring up at Jean.”Being with your soulmate shouldn't hurt anyone..not this bad. But it hurts,Jean. My heart hurts when you're away-”

“And you think I don't feel the same? Eren- Eren you beautiful idiot,what do you think of me? Do you think I enjoy the idea of sitting idly to the side and watching the love of my life suffer? Especially..apparently because of me?”Jean finally spoke up,previously simply too caught up in himself and.. in watching that beautiful man before him speak. As the pieces of the conversation fell into place,the blonde found himself truly moved by how much his partner cared for his reputation only..he cared so much-

Enough to put himself through this. Not that Jean didn't suffer because of the arrangement! Oh he suffered every time he didn't get to hold Eren. Every single time he had to pretend he didn't care about something happening to the man,every damn time his name was called..Jean was in agony without his Eren. However it seemed the sweet caramel boy wasn't aware of this fact. From his babble Jean could very well conclude that the love of his life felt like he mattered none to the blonde ,and that was painful to Jean himself..so just imagine how poor Eren was dealing with this.

Still sobbing. That's how he dealt with it. Unsure of what was to happen ,unsure if he'd made a fool of himself before the man that made his heart glad it was beating..trembling still. His eyes ,now puffy, continued to spill tears,his expression that of a scared child,for he'd not registered Jean's previous words in entirety. The only thing he could process in the moment were the voices screaming at him that Jean was to leave him for being dumb…for assuming he knew better.

And this time Jean understood,now moving slowly towards the boy. Crawling on his bed,sitting before him and allowing his warm hands to cup Eren's even warmer cheeks,wiping away at the tears that left faint mascara marks down his face. “I love you,Eren.” A gentle whisper finally came when the smaller man seemed to have calmed down the tiniest bit,Jean's lips soon meeting with his forehead,hoping he'd see the gesture as assuring, even if just a little.”I love you,okay? I love you and nothing could ever pull me apart from you. Not friends,not family,not the world…okay,my love?”

Eren wished to answer,yet the aggressive trembling and sobbing didn't allow him to- and that Jean understood as well. So he'd wrap his arms around the other properly,pulling him in close and laying down with him.”No more hiding. No more secrets,no nothing. You're mine,Eren Yeager. And I am not keeping that to myself a moment more,you hear me?”

“I..I hear you-”The sweet boy whispered as he allowed himself to relax against Jean, burying his face in the warm man's chest,closing his eyes and taking in his scent. He would fall asleep nearly immediately,such was the power of Jean's loving embrace. There was no place safer on this earth than Jean’s arms. It was not often Eren dealt with issues he wouldn’t speak on, yet during the rare occasions in which he did, he’d have simply crawled into his soulmate’s arms…and his head would go silent.

Walking into the almost empty classroom the next day while holding hands was more terrifying than Eren had expected it to be. Despite Jean saying he was going to be okay with whatever outcome their coming out was to have,the Yeager boy could do nothing but worry.

“Sit with me?”

“Huh-? Like..at the same desk?”

“Of course,why would you sit anywhere else-?”

“..Jean are you sure-?”

“Yes,now come,sit. I promise,no matter what happens,I couldn't care less.’’ The taller man chuckled as he reached up to grab onto Eren's arm,pulling him down into the seat by him. ‘’You're all that matters to me,to hell with everyone else.”So happy..Jean couldn't remember the last time he felt so at peace and so fulfilled by someone. He'd not gone out with many people in his life,yet he'd done it enough to know how the right person should feel ..and hell,Eren wasn't just the right person.. he was his other half. Truly,completely.

“Erm..I think you're sitting in my seat?” Suddenly,a nagging voice would fill the calm and loving air,earning a loud groan from Eren as the boy looked up to check if he'd placed the right face to the right annoying voice. And yep,there she was. Standing there with her arms crossed under her chest,clearly pushing it up slightly to make it the center of attention, the girl from the day before now jumped up and down slightly as a loud whine was being pushed past her botox filled lips, making Eren twitch in annoyance- or perhaps anger. One of the two.”I've finally managed to get a hold of this seat yesterday,I've been wanting it for the longest time! C'mon,move!” she'd keep demanding from Eren,continuing her little show of whining,whimpering and making whatever part of her body that could bounce,bounce. “Jeaaaan,tell your friend to move from my seaaaaat-”

The brown haired boy was so close to snapping,so close to putting his hands on that girl and allowing his body to release all the anger she'd caused since the day before…yet he did no such thing,for his insecurities still lay within him. Couldn't fix that overnight. And just as he was about to turn and tell his lover that he could leave if that would make the situation better,the girl opened her mouth again.

And that gained a reaction. Not from Eren,no,but from Jean. A rather large arm wrapped around the smaller man,pulling him in against the tall blonde's chest. “Why don't you fuck off before you annoy me so bad I forget you're a girl under all that mud on your face,huh?”

Speechless. Eren was speechless, a dark red color seeping into his cheeks and spreading across his whole face- embarrassed by how insanely attractive he found Jean's manner of dealing with things, yet also struggling to hold in his laughter as the now offended diva walked off with loud steps and huffs.

“Morning-”A tired voice would soon join the rather loud despite the early hour collective a bit after the incident, and a seemingly exhausted Connie would be what Jean and Eren were met with when they ended their tiny cuddle session. Sasha would pop in next, then Armin and so on until all their friends had finally arrived. Still having some time before class was to begin, Jean decided to show Eren just how eager he was to scream to the world that they were together. Turning to face their friends, Jean smiled a bright and optimistic smile as he yet again wrapped an arm around his lover.

“So um,guys. I have something I'd like to.. tell you about.” He started,seeming ever so slightly unsure in his ability to word himself properly.”We actually. We have something we'd like to tell you.” He'd now glance over to his lover,hoping he was okay with this.

“Oh my God.”Was the first reaction they'd gained,coming from Sasha who'd just opened a big bag of chips. “Guys it's happening.”

“Huh? What's happening?”Eren and Connie both spoke almost as soon as the noise of the bag being opened ceased,now staring at each other.

“Oh my god are they finally coming out? Took em long enough,God damn.”Ymir's cheery voice would join the conversation almost immediately,scooting closer to the source of the tiny discussion with their group.

“Hah! You owe me twenty bucks,I told you they'd not last til Christmas!”Reiner's voice too was added to the mix of reactions,causing both Jean and Eren to simply..stare at each other for a moment.

“You..you guys knew?”Jean had asked,his face longer than usual.”..i- what the fuck?” He would blurt out,lifting his free hand to run it through his hair.”..what the actual fuck,huh?!”

“Of course we knew. It's not like you two are subtle in the slightest. I mean cmon-”Armin would laugh,moving in to gently smudge around some makeup that was barely covering Eren's day old hickeys.

“God damn it,I told you it was noticeable.”Eren pouted,embarrassed beyond words.

Laughter. Jean would just burst into laughter as he now embraced Eren tightly, allowing himself this…this freedom. Although nervous at first, Eren would join in laughing as his hands gripped at Jean's shirt, his heart feeling light. The world felt good ,life felt like it had potential to be good again.

And moments before the teacher was to walk in,after repeated insistences from all their friends,Jean's large hand would move up to grip onto the back of Eren's neck,leading the caramel skinned boy into the most loving and sweet kiss he'd ever offered…life was to be good to them. They'd managed to overcome the worst,and that was all that mattered.

Their love.

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sneak-pieck · 7 months ago

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Part 2: Sometimes Life Throws Weird Things Your Way

Pairing : Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoe

Word count : 1136

Part 2 Of "Sometimes Life Turns Out Alright"

The child grew unbelievably fast, and with her, her parent’s love for her and each other. Picture frames filled with memories deeply etched into each of their souls would slowly but surely begin taking over the walls of the home they’d once seen empty, now full. All thanks to their love, all thanks to them and their sweet Olympia. All because of this blessing of a child. Not that they weren’t happy before! Yet…this was a new kind of love and happiness they experienced. Couldn’t be compared.

At about the three year mark, Hange’s sleep would begin to grow deeply troubled. Slowly, at first. So much so that they hadn’t even realized until it had been a bit too late.

The weirdest buzz would randomly fill their head, making them unable to pay attention to the radio that played the same song for the fifth time that morning only. Yet that they’d blame on the tiredness they felt they dealt with. It most often happened in the mornings after all. And then it would be the trembling. Holding their cup of freshly pressed coffee that Levi had prepared for them became an impossible action sometimes. But then again, this too was simply blamed on the same old issue. However they couldn’t shake the worry they felt when one morning they’d managed to pour some of the said coffee on themselves, feeling the burning sensation spreading down their torso and right leg. Worry, yes, for the feeling felt oddly known. Now, Hange was aware they were a clumsy person, yet they’d never managed to burn themselves, not once.

‘’Hange? Hange, oh my god-’’ Levi’s worried voice would pull them out of the shock they had gotten lost in, and Hange would deliver a gentle laugh as they finally stood up from the breakfast table.

‘’S-Sorry, i must have zoned out. I’m alright, my dear. Worry not.’’

The dark haired man had always been quick to worry, and they knew that more than well, so in order to perhaps try to avoid that, an attempt to distract him by the use of jokes was made, like..they’d very often done throughout their life.

‘’The only worry we should probably have is if the coffee is going to stain my shirt. I swear to god, it’s my favorite one!’’

‘’We can soak it in detergent so it will prevent that-’’ he’d muttered as he leant against the kitchen counter, trying to allow himself to relax, trying to allow Hange’s jokes to do as they sometimes did…calm him.

‘’Oh Oh! We can use the thing- the thing in the pink bottle!’’ They’d cheer happily, already on their way away from the kitchen so they could peacefully change their shirt and… assess any damage. That coffee was damn hot.

‘’Vanish?! Good Lord…’’ Levi couldn’t choke back the small chuckle that came as his beloved waddled off, his eyes filled with concern that drowned in a warm sea of love.

And as time went on, the love in the Ackerman man’s eyes would slowly be devoured by the concern and worry his heart hung heavy with as he watched his spouse go through something…fairly unknown to them both.

From small shivers, to trembling so bad they couldn’t hold on to their cup or plate and from small humming present in their head throughout the morning to loud beeping that prevented them from being a functional being for a while,usually leaving the poor person migraine ridden for hours if not days.Yet the couple for sure agrees that one of the most terrifying…symptoms of whatever Hange was dealing with must have been what happened the morning of Olympia’s fourth birthday.

The alarm the person had set for themselves that morning didn’t have the chance to ring, for Hange had woken up nearly two hours before. Four thirty six in the morning, the clock by their side read in big,red letters, as if screaming the time to them. As if trying to pierce itself deep into their irises, for whatever ungodly reason. Hange would take a deep breath as the confusing world around them settled a bit- and with that deep breath also came the overwhelming need to scream. But…why? The reason did not truly matter, for it seemed even if they wished to give in to their instinct, it wasn’t to happen. Their mouth now suddenly agape with drool beginning to pool at the corners of their lips,slowly starting to drip down their face. All Hange could do was breathe heavily, hands gripping into their bedsheets as fear settled deep within their very core, and as drool dripped down from their chin, tears too would soon begin to fill their terrified brown eyes,rolling down their pale cheeks. The person’s body would soon begin to tremble, and that seemed to finally alert and awaken Levi, whom Hange had to convince to at least try and get a full night’s sleep- the day ahead would be very full and tiring, yet oh so worth it for the sweet smile on their daughter’s face.

‘’Hange?Hey- Hey Hange! What’s the matter?! Dear-??’’ The man’s sweet voice didn’t even have the time to sound groggy or tired, but instead drowning in worry and concern as his hands gripped at his spouse's shoulders, hoping a slightly stronger squeeze might help them snap out of it. People often had weird dreams that caused them to react in such…odd manners. Levi was aware of that,yet Hange seemed very much awake and aware,simply frozen by some overwhelming feeling.

And in a way,Levi was right in his judgement. His grip on them allowed Hange to realize this was real,this was indeed happening to them and they had to snap out of it. By God did they try…only managing when their frantic husband began to shake them by their shoulders.

A sudden gasp,followed by a loud cough as the person immediately reached to cover their left eye signalled to Levi that they’d finally been dragged out of their panic- or so he thought. However the moment Hange managed to catch their breath, they’d begin letting out desperate whimpers and sobs, clearly choking back pained screams.

‘’Muh- My eye…Levi,my eye-’’ The agitated person managed to spit out finally,tilting their head in order to be able to glance at their husband. And the poor distressed man would see terror and pain in his beloved’s eye- unspeakable pain and perhaps desperation. He’d been about to ask them about it as his hand trailed up their now sweaty back, rubbing it in an attempt to soothe them. But the moment Levi opened his mouth to speak, it seemed Hange’s body had finally given in to this imaginary pain, causing them to simply collapse forward, passed out.

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sneak-pieck · 4 months ago

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๋࣭ ⭑✏ˎˊ˗The Art Of Falling For You˗ ๋࣭ ⭑✏ˎˊ

Ship: Jean Kirstein x Eren Yeager Word Count: 2300 Note: Modern College AU. <<There's the tiniest bit of spiciness towards the end!!!>>

“Why are you drawing his eyebrows like that?” A nagging voice had suddenly boomed into Jean's left ear ,causing the poor man to flinch and nearly ruin his sketch. Hand gripping on the pencil roughly ,so rough he might have broken it.

“What's it to ya?” He'd finally spit out in annoyance ,tilting his head back to stare small daggers into his dumb friend.

“Just saying! Your page is full ,and all your drawings have his eyebrows arched like that-” Connie now shrugged, gesturing towards the man's sketchbook. ”I was just wondering why. Don't kill a man for being curious.”

“I don't know what you're on about. That's what his eyebrows look like ,you're probably just damn blind.” Jean groaned, putting the poor pencil down on his desk finally and slamming the sketchbook shut with a loud thud.

“Uh- no?” Connie stared at his friend as If, for this once he was the dumb one, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy. ”His eyebrows are straight??” The poor man nearly whimpered in despair, was his friend that blind?!?

“Man, fuck off- fuck you peeking over my shoulder for anyway? I swear to God next time I'll draw you fucking your mom if you keep testing me like that.” Jean moved to gently nudge his friend with his elbow once he stood up ,rolling his eyes.

Rushing away before Connie thought about asking why on earth was Jean's sketchbook filling with images of the one person he'd been calling his ‘enemy’. He wasn't going to go down like that- wasn't going to let himself be called out. So he rushed away-

And in his rush, his large frame would collide with someone else's, someone smaller. A small huff being all that left the blonde man, his eyes quickly searching for the other person.

And there he stood. Eren stared at Jean with bright green eyes ,head tilted up and eyebrows slightly furrowed. Yeah...he was the one in the right! Looking at the brown haired man standing before him, Jean was convinced Connie was playing dumb just to annoy him ,for his muse stood before his very eyes ,and his eyebrows arched just the same way they did on paper.

“Sorry-” Jean caught himself muttering to the boy before him, yet all he received in turn was a scoff and a slight flip of the hair as Eren rushed past him and away.

He'd ignore that for now ,only because he was too annoyed with Connie to allow himself to play annoyed with Eren. Truth be told ,it had been long since the last time Eren made Jean's blood boil in anger ..instead he simply made his blood boil. Boil and rise to his cheeks whenever the brown haired man stared his way, causing his cheeks to become a bare canvas ready to be painted with the beautiful scarlet of love.

That happened now too as Jean made his way to his dorm room faster, hoping his face was not yet touched by the paintbrush of embarrassment. Groaning for the hundredth time that day as he allowed his heavy body to fall upon his messy bed, face meeting with the cold pillow as blood finally began flowing to his cheeks in a mad rush.

Sleep away the day he did ,our artist, for his dreams carried sweetness within them. They carried Eren and himself in a meadow, careless and free, holding onto each other while laying on a blanket in between an endless sea of flowers ,laughing away the day. Oh how angry he'd been once the alarm woke him and he realized the only thing he'd been hugging had been his own blanket.. so cruel was the world.

And once he'd come to terms with his sad reality, Jean would simply get up and begin his day ,albeit slowly. His eyes searching for the beautiful frame of his nemesis the moment he entered the classroom. A gentle smile resting upon his lips as Eren was spotted.. good. Now to pick a seat-

For the past month, since Jean had come to terms with the.. liking he'd taken to Eren, the man would sit in very well thought out seats. To anyone that wasn't him ,it looked like the tall man sat himself at random- yet Jean knew that what he followed was the angles in which he saw Eren best. For.. artistic purposes. Every day he'd get a different angle, and therefore a different profile to work on and sketch.

Soon ,Eren became the only thing Jean would be drawing. And he'd have seen nothing wrong with all this had Connie not spoken, yet now the blonde found himself staring at his collection ,puzzled.

That day, their history teacher ,Hange, had made pairs for a project they'd have to work on as homework. Sometimes he wondered if the teachers listened in on the gossip and rumors of the students, for after all they were all adults. He wondered that mainly because too often would people be paired in.. very odd manners ,yet funny nonetheless. Two people argued? Project together. Two people are rumored to like each other? Suddenly they're sat together in class. That happened to Jean too that day for the first time.

Hearing his name being called, Jean wasn't going to bother to listen for who his partner was to be ,yet the moment he heard ‘Yeager’ leave Hange's lips, his heart felt like it had performed a somersault.

And there he'd be, the emerald eyed angel, staring into his soul as the class ended. ”So we're partnered together. Think you can be civil for once, Kirstein?”

“Oh fuck you, of course I can be civil!” Jean shot back almost immediately ,rolling his eyes in what seemed to be annoyance ..which really was just embarrassment.

The rest of the day was a haze for Jean- all he really remembered was that Eren was to come over later that day so they could lay down the bases of their stupid project. Yeah.. stupid project- Jean would've thanked Hange personally for this. For the opportunity to spend more time with a man that otherwise he was ‘supposed’ to hate.

Trying to seem like you don't give a fuck while giving all the fucks was absolutely insanely exhausting! Jean tidied up his room and himself ,yet he'd chosen to wear pijamas just for that ‘laid back’ look. Eyes scanning Eren's whole body once the man walked in, carrying a pack of energy drinks. He'd.. never really done that. Staring at Eren as a whole that is- it was always his face. His hair and his features.. sometimes his shoulders. Yet now, perhaps for a moment ,Jean realized there was so much more to stare at and.. imagine. The feeling of Eren's bare skin against his fingertips made the man shiver so roughly it ultimately also snapped him out of his little daydream.

Blinking a couple of times to yet again adjust himself to his own reality, Jean found himself to be.. stared at. Eren sat at the end of his bed, legs crossed and head tilted to the side as he stared at the taller man. Eyes carrying curiosity…

Jean couldn't help but let out a shaky breath at the sight of just.. how perfect the other looked. The way his hair fell, how his lips just.. looked so soft. His arched and slightly furrowed brows-

And in a quick moment Jean would understand what Connie's issue was. Seeing Eren's expression change once the brown haired man realized he was being stared at in return- his eyebrows flattened. A look completely unknown to Jean- new! Or perhaps simply forgotten.

“What's with that?” Eren would ask, commenting on the man's sudden shocked expression spread across his face.

“You've just- I've never seen you-” Jean stumbled upon his words ,feeling the uncontrollable warmth that rushed to his face and ears. ”Never seen you look at me like that- or.. Haven't seen you look at me like that in a while-”

“Like what?”

“I don't know-” Jean shrugged, for he didn't! And perhaps he also just didn't wish to expose himself further than he already felt he had.

“Jean-” Eren huffed, lowering himself the way a cat would in order to enter Jean's field of vision, for the blonde had looked away. ”Like what?” He asked again, voice now softer.. gaze more loving. Eyebrows yet again furrowing and arching slightly.

A small noise escaped Jean's throat ,his heart skipping a beat at just how mischievously beautiful Eren looked in that very moment. He could almost- almost taste the sweetness of his lips. Just by staring at them.

“Doesn't matter-" The larger man finally muttered yet again, gaze traveling towards his sketchbook that laid on the bed by himself. That might have been a mistake, for the instant Eren noticed, he'd have grabbed at the item and scooted away with it. Like a gremlin ,he'd giggle before opening and looking through his …friend's work, stopping in a rather slow manner once he'd notice how he bore a resemblance to the muse of Jean's art.

“Oh I see.. this is what Connie's been talking about-”

“Fuck's Connie been talking about?!” Jean just about yelled in disbelief as he stared to the man holding one of his most prized possessions.

“Just something about how you're drawing someone in our class with a weird expression on their face or something-” Eren laughed, yet soon a realization seemed to wash over him. ”Oh fuck him for saying i look weird!”

Yes. That's all Eren got from that.

Jean however was slowly understanding himself- understanding what was at fault for the way his drawings turned out.

Love. At first he'd pushed away the idea, unable to reason why Eren of all people would look at him that way.. yet upon seeing that very look materialize before him.. Jean knew it was nothing but pure love and admiration. And that- offered him the tiniest bit of confidence.

“You look at me all lovey-dovey ,Yeager. I think that's our issue.”

“Hah?! The fuck are you on about-” Eren now closed the sketchbook, and although he wanted to deny it ,he was embarrassed-his face betrayed him. Cheeks burning a bright red, spreading up to the very tip of his ears.

“Oh my god I'm right-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Eren scoffed ,standing up and tossing the man's book at his head. Not even that could stay a malicious action, for the moment the book was in the air ,Eren's expression grew worried ,and he'd even flinch when the item landed- thankfully by Jean's side, not into his head.

Once he managed to escape his thoughts and make his body move at last ,Eren turned to leave ,legs feeling like they'd give in underneath him at any moment. A short yelp suddenly left his throat only moments later, for before he got to grab onto the door knob ,his chest was pressed against the cold door.

Jean's own warm chest pressed against Eren's back ,his hands resting against the door on each side of the boy's head. His hot breath now hitting the back of the smaller man's neck ,his heart pounding against his chest as he had to resist the urge to bite into the other, marking him with a big ol’ bite mark to the nape. It was clear he struggled ,for he wasn't hearing Eren who tried to ask what this was for…yet even if he'd heard him, the tone of his voice wouldn't have done Jean any good.

Leaning in ,letting out the slightest growl as he managed not to allow his instinct to win, Jean would instead press a deep and loving kiss on the man's skin, feeling him gasp and whine and arch underneath his lips. Eren's hips pressing back, Jean's hips pressing forward as his large hand moved to slide up the back of Eren's head, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling- yanking the boy's head back and causing him to whimper out loud.

Twitching- Jean could feel something twitching against Eren, yet for a moment more he allowed his embarrassment to stay away ,not take over. Staring down into Eren's enchanting eyes as his head was now tilted back properly, he'd lean in. One final action before he was to let the other go. His lips meeting with Eren's parted ones in a rough ,needy and desperate kiss- one that lasted for a short while.

Before Eren knew it, Jean had let go of him and moved to sit back down on his bed, grabbing himself a drink. ”So, coming over tomorrow to fix the project?”

The poor trembling mess that was Eren only managed to glance back at Jean and offer a nod before he yet again reached to open the door.

“Might ask you to model for me.. I want to learn proper anatomy and I have a feeling I'd.. quite enjoy your body.” Jean chuckled, a dark yet loving chuckle as Eren scurried away in embarrassment, cursing under his breath.

No fucking way Kirstein just did that?!

Well.. Jean was having the exact same thought. Cooped up in his dorm room ,the boy would spend the next few hours thinking back to whatever the hell could have possessed him to do that…and what he had to do to get possessed by It again.. preferably soon. He felt he'd burst into flames if he didn't get to feel Eren against him ,his warm skin against his needy hands.

He felt he'd die if he didn't get to see that lovestruck expression he'd been drawing, on Eren's face. God...falling in love was such an art- a form of art Jean would gladly keep partaking in until the end of time.

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