#she’s practically falling off her horse to make eye contact

[gin-draws]

Poppy and Wyatt’s relationship is just making hard eye contact at the slightest hint of innuendo.

[cherryheairt]

Dragon Dreamer pt. VI

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With the fourth day come and gone with no ground behind them, the little party wasted no time in packing up their belongings and trudging on once again.

Daenys was awoken from a dreamless sleep by a suffocating feeling. She was jerked awake by her own breathlessness, opening her eyes to be met with the brown fur of Dusk, who had grown impaitient with her sleeping in and made her chest his one personal bed. "Off, boy." She grunted, wheezing at the weight. She swore he could rival Morningstar in weight alone.

Cregan, at the opening of the tent and pack over his shoulder, snickered at the sight. He clicked his tongue twice, shooing the direwolf away. He leaned over Daenys, who was rubbing her eyes. Her hair lay around her in long, unruly waves, surely something that her handmaiden back in Dragonstone would have scolded her for. She usually slept in a loose braid but had forgotten her nightly routine in favor of passing out cold.

"Morning, Princess." Cregan greeted softly, watching her groggily wake herself up. He had been ready and packed long-ago, wanting to let Daenys sleep in and not worry about packing her belongings, most of which were tied to Mylo's saddle.

"Good morning," she mumbled back, stretching out under the furs. The scent of him lingered pleasently. She sat up slowly, the cold of the North making her body ache in the mornings more than it ever did in the South.

Daenys' hair fell around her shoulders and back, nearly to her waist. She cursed the fact that she'd have to spend another morning doing the entire thing all by herself, knowing her arms would be aching before she could even mount her horse. Just when she was contemplating chopping it all off, Cregan offered–"Would you like my help with...all that?" The offer was polite, not wanting to push any boundaries that might make the Princess shy away.

A man doing hair? That was almost laughable. If Daemon made the same offer to Rhaenyra, the whole family would be squaking with amused chuckles, knowing he had no clue how to do something as gentle as that. Perhaps that was why he chopped off his own long locks—or so Daenys heard.

"My hair?" Daenys questioned, looking up to him. He nodded, and she took a moment to think. How did he know how to braid? Briefly, she wondered if he had ever courted someone, perhaps in his youth before he was busy in his lordship.

"My sister, she insisted that I learn by practicing on her. Said it would help with my 'husbandly' responsibilities, whatever that means." They both laughed, while she guiltily felt a sense of relief. She rummaged through her bag briefly, searching for her wooden brush.

"Hm, I would have thought you might have a secret Lady Wife hidden away in Winterfell." Daenys mused, turning her back to him and sitting up straight. He sat behind her, taking the brush she had handed him in a big hand. Their hands touched for a moment, his bare hand making contact with hers for her first time. It was warm, though calloused from years of swordtraining, opposite of her own perfectly manicured ones. Had he taken off his gloves for this? It would be easier, she thought.

"Who's to say I don't? And perhaps a few heirs are already running about, playing as squires." When she glanced behind her, brow raised, he only chuckled and guided her head to turn back.

"I jest, of course. If I had a wife, she would be no secret." He said, grabbing small portions of her hair at a time, brushing from ends to scalp. The white mess quickly became calm waves once more with his handywork. Cregan paused a moment, "what braids would you like?"

Giggling, "how many can you do, Lord Stark?"

"You underestimate me. I have had all sorts of requests from Sara. The least I can do is try."

Daenys pondered what might be a quick one for him to do, deciding on her front pieces being pulled back into a crown, braided in a curving line together across the back of her skull. The rest hung down, providing a small shield against the wind on her neck. Cregan's hands worked smoothly, dexterous, and surprisingly gentle. He apologized for every tug, and was done quickly.

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A young Daenys sat in front of Laenor Velayron, both of them on the floor in front of the lit hearth in Rhaenyra's chambers. Rhaenyra had left a few hours ago, leading young Jacaerys to go play with Aegon while she went to spend time with baby Luke in the nursery.

Laenor had some downtime, recently returning from a voyage to Dorne. Even though he rode the loyal Seasmoke, Laenor was a seaman at heart. He never went too long between being on his ship, which was gifted to him by Lord Corlys of Driftmark. After Daenys' fifth nameday, he lovingly allowed her to name the ship Eveningstar to match her dragon's name.

"How does the mighty Princess wish to wear her warrior's braids this morning?" He asked her in a dramatically knightly voice. "I can do anything you command."

"Dragon!" Daenys exclaimed excitedly, wishing for her hair to be done in the shape of her dragon, who was growing like a weed and already not allowed to be in the Red Keep due to terrorizing Alicent Hightower's children.

Laenor paused, brows high on his forehead. "Perhaps...the Princess overestimates this lowly knight's skill. Maybe a simpler design would appease her?"

Straightening up, Daenys glanced back up at him and scrunched her nose playfully. "I thought you said you could do anything."

Her father chuckled nervously, the scrutiny of the young girl reminding him much of Rhaenyra's sharp gaze. Luckily, Daenys' wrath was much more forgiving than her mother's. "I can do anything, within human limits." He mimicked her whining tone.

Daenys sighed loudly, thinking about what she wanted again. "What about the gems? Can you put them into the braid, at least?"

Laenor grunted as he stood up, joints in one place for too long. He rummaged through Rhaenyra's vanity, knowing she wouldn't mind if it was for Daenys. He plucked out some bright blue ones, with small holes carved in the middle for hair to poke through. "Blue?"

Daenys nodded, hair ruffling out of place from the jerking movements. Blue reminded her of the skies, the view she was gifted when she rode through the clouds on Syrax or Seasmoke with her parents. It was also quite like the sea, which she saw often at the docks with Laenor. It was perfect for today.

As Laenor returned to his position, he started his work. Different sized braids adorned the back of her hair, with the front pieces in bubbled loose strands separated in inches by the stones. The rest hung down in its usual waves, more stones hanging down from them. They twinkled when Daenys moved her head side to side.

"All done, my girl." Laenor told her, patting her shoulders.

"Can we go on a boat ride?" She pleaded with her father. She had been wanting to be out on the sea all morning, wishing to spend time with her father in one of their favorite places. Even if it meant dealing with the fishy scent of their catches, she loved the sailor's life and the boisterous people who lived it daily.

"I don't think so, Daenys. Your mother gave me an earful about letting you near the crew, last time." He told her, petting her hair back comfortingly when she frowned.

"Can we swim, then? At the beach?" She changed the question, knowing her mother's word was absolute. 'The Beach' was a little island between Dragonstone and King's Landing, which the dragonriders oft visited because of its seclusion from court and fisherman.

Laenor thought for a moment. Rhaenyra wouldn't be upset about it, surely. "What about your hair? We spent so much time on it."

She shook her head, the stones sparking together in turn. "It will be fine, I won't dive today."

Likely story, Laenor thought, but bit his tongue. "Very well, we'll take Seasmoke to the beach." He gave in, as always. No one could resist the little girl's charms, especially her father.

Daenys thought for a moment to bring along Jace but decided against it. He couldn't yet swim, and would only feel left out on the shore. Ever the jealous boy, Aegon would have to be his company for today.

Laenor took Daenys to the dragonpit, packing a small picnic for two and their swimclothes. The two spent the majority of the sunlight frolicking in the sand and salty water, enjoying small sandwhiches that the maids prepared beforehand.

Upon the Princess and Ser's return, Rhaenyra was gifted with many pretty seashells in a sincere apology for Daenys losing many of the blue gems. A small white sand dollar was placed next to Luke's crib quietly, Daenys knowing better than to place objects on his soft bedding. Jacaerys was given a sturdy red shell, but all-too-quickly returned it to Daenys' sandy hands as a crab popped its little black eyes out of it.

"Father!" Daenys called after Laenor, who was on his way out of the keep and to the docks. "There's a crab in this one. Can we return it to the beach?" She begged, jumping up and down and tugged at his sleeve.

Sighing, Laenor knew it would be a while til he made it to the docks. He couldn't resist that face, after all

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Daenys felt the soft braid with her fingertips, satisfied at the evenness. She looked behind her, a grateful smile meeting his eyes. "Thank you, Cregan. I appreciate it."

He hummed, gathering her bag for her after putting her brush back into it. Cregan parted the tent flaps again, allowing the sunlight to peak through once again. Dusk was sitting outside of the tent, lying on her discarded dress. Whether he or Cregan moved it there was a mystery. They left the tent, Cregan folding it up while Daenys went to Morningstar.

The beast greeted her with a small chuff, though she did not lift her head. "What's the matter, pretty girl?" Daenys asked her lifted a hand to pet her cheek. The dragoness turned her head away, setting it on the clear ground below it. All the snow had long melted away around her in a ring, the dragon's body heat not giving it a chance to return. "Morningstar?"

A huff.

Daenys rolled her eyes at the dragon's brattiness. "I'm sorry, please forgive me. I promise It won't happen again, Cregan has looked after me." She spoke the apology in her mother tongue, sincerely. She never got a chance to last night, falling asleep right after the hunt.

The she-dragon lifted her head, eyeing Cregan as he walked up to them. "I heard my name?" He asked, an amused smirk on his lips.

Morningstar and Daenys turned to him together, four violet eyes squinted at him as if to say, 'stay out of it.' The dragon grumbled, shifting the stand on her wings. Cregan looked to Daenys, wondering why she wasn't happy to see her rider, as she usually was. Daenys opened her mouth to answer, only to be knocked down into the snow by a shove of Morningstar's snout. Confused, Daenys looked up to her, mouth agape. The dragon playfully nudged Cregan, asking for his attention.

Traitors.

Cregan laughed loudly at the display, giving in to the dragon's whims. Not like he had any choice, he feared what an angry dragoness might do to him if he rejected her so rudely.

Dusk sat himself next to Daenys, who had since sat up. The direwolf growled at the affection display, jealous of Cregan giving his attention to another creature, more specifically the dragon who had been hovering their whole trip. She ruffled his thick fur, enjoying the softness compared to Morningstar's smooth scales. Morningstar seemed to eye the two on the floor, grumbling again into Cregan's fur-coated chest.

Cregan helped Daenys up from the snow, letting her brush herself off before they untied the horses. Mylo greeted her with a lick to her palm, happy to see her again. They both sat upon their horses, eyeing the spot where Seamus' tent had been.

"Where's Seamus?" Daenys asked him, in a hushed tone as she leaned toward the man.

He sat up straight, not caring if Seamus overheard his words. "He went ahead when I was waking you. Claimed that he wanted to 'scout' ahead. As if Dusk can not do that." Cregan seemed irritated at the mere mention of the elder, so Daenys chose to nod and drop the topic.

The two horses walked side by side, while Daenys and Cregan idly chattered. "Your sister, Sara, where is she now? I never got to see her at Winterfell."

"She is residing at Mormont Keep now. A good friend of mine, the third son of Lord Grendys Mormont, proposed marriage a year ago. I'm expecting good news from Sara soon." Cregan smiled at the mention of his only living sibling. It had been nearly a year since she'd found her love match and left Winterfell for good.

"Eager for a niece or nephew already?" Daenys asked, corners of her mouth lifting. One day, she hoped for many nieces and nephews to surround herself with if she truly did end up a spinster. If so, she was comforted with the fact that she had only brothers, thus would have all their wives be moved to Dragonstone or the Red Keep to allow everyone to be close together.

"Indeed. It's been a while since Winterfell's keep has been graced with younglings."

Daenys almost snorted at the strange name for children but kept it to herself in hopes of not offending him. Northerners and their strange vocabulary. "I quite agree, it is rather quiet in the Great Keep."

"That is partially my fault, I must admit. My council and bannermen have been urging me to take a wife since I was but three and ten. For heirs, they say. I see it as them anxiously anticipating my early demise." He snorted.

"Perhaps a noble's real duty is to tolerate their council's nagging. I envy your patience, Lord Stark."

He turned his head toward her, a questioning look in his eye. "My patience? I have not seen you pushed to anger once in our time together, Princess."

"Whatever is there to be angry for?" She fired back. She'd never been a snappy person, except perhaps when her brothers stole her desert one too many times, but never was she considered an impaitient person.

Cregan stumbled slightly, trying to find the right words, "nevermind." he mumbled, cheeks pink.

Daenys bit her cheek, holding another laugh. Seeing the young Lord flustered amused her greatly. "Cregan," she began.

Perking up, he tilted his head towards her, "yes, Princess?"

"Do you think we ought to have spotted Seamus by now?"

He hummed, looking forward with careful eyes. "Mayhaps, but I think he is avoiding us purposefully to calm himself. He was quite humiliated last night."

Daenys snickered, remembering the taught look on the older man's face, red all the way to his neck. "Serves him right. Slaughtering an animal is one thing, but dishonoring it entirely is another. It is not right. Any respectable man would have left its head with its body so its soul could rest easy."

Cregan was silent for a few beats after her words. "I agree, the animals killed in defense have as much right to respect as the ones we hunt for food. Is that a Targaryen or a Velayron belief?"

Daenys shifted in the saddle, twitching at the mention of her blood. "Velayrons believe that we shall return to the sea, where we come from. Targaryens burn their dead, in the way of our ancestors."

"Which would you have to honor you after your death?" The question surprised her, seeing Cregan's sincere gaze upon her like a calmness in a storm.

"It's hard to say. My father burned when he died, and we could only lay his ashen bones in the casket that we sent into the sea. He never got a proper Velayron death as he would've wanted." She told him. "Perhaps it would be my fate to die like a Targaryen, on my dragon and being burned by my opponent. I must admit I have always been partial to the sea, though. Or, if the Gods will it, Morningstar and I would fall together. If such a thing does happen, perhaps buried in the crypts alongside her." She rambled on. Faces flashed in her mind. Drunken Aegon, spiteful Aemond, sweet Helena, even young Daeron. All dragonriders on the opposing ride, all her potential killers.

"Do not say such things, Princess. You will live to be an old dame, I am sure." The Northerner said, tapping his foot out of his stirrups to her own booted one.

"Apologies, my Lord. It is an awfully morbid topic for a Lady." She rescinded.

An awkward silence washed over the two, neither knowing if they offended the other nor what to say next. Curse her stupid big mouth. What kind of Princess talks to a man about her own death? Not one that will gain any prospects, surely. Daenys kissed her teeth, biting back a sigh. She wished to withdraw into a tent, or better yet, the skies atop of Morningstar.

It was hours before the two stopped for a break, watering and feeding the horses. Dusk rounded back to them, content with taking a break after his watch. He laid his large head on Daenys' lap, and she struggled not to tense at the reminder.

Cregan stole many discreet glances at her as she stretched out under a large tree. Her silence had worried him greatly, and the Lord feared that she would tuck herself back into her deep shell. Maybe literally, with all those coats over her shoulders. The roots were robust, sticking out of the ground and study enough to sit herself on.

He approached her after allowing her some minutes of respite. Offering his hand, Cregan lifted her to her feet, though he did not let go of her hand. Daenys stilled, wondering what he wanted.

"Do you have the dagger on you?" He asked.

Daenys nodded, "are we going hunting?"

He shook his head, backing away a step from her. "We have the spare rabbits still. Grab it." Suddenly, his voice seemed to change from his gentle one to a more firm one. Like the one he used for his men rather than for Daenys.

Bemused, she grabbed the dagger from under her skirts—she had decided that the belt of her garters would make a fine shealth. Cregan's gaze flittered to her exposed legs for only a moment before he forced it back to her face. Holding it out for him to take, she was surprised when he closed it back around her fist.

"It is still yours. I want you to attack me."

"Attack you?!" Daenys exclaimed, clutching the dagger toward her chest. "I will not do such a thing."

Cregan chuckled shortly, shifting on his feet. "I am asking you to, Princess. You will not hurt me, I assure you."

"I am well confident in your skills, my Lord. But, anything could happen, even accidentally. A Lady does not wield weapons against her own bannermen–or at all." Daenys stammered out.

Even Rhaenyra, who was made heir for the throne at seven and ten, was not made to learn the ways of weaponry. She had her loyal guards to protect her at all times, and that's not to mention Daemon, who is one of the best swordsmen Westeros had to offer.

He sighed at her stubbornness. "Humor me, just this once. I want to show you how to wield it without losing your grip, at least. As long as your weapon stays in your hand, you are still in the fight."

"I have my dragon." She insisted, sniffing.

"And where was she when you were wandering the woods, Princess?"

Daenys clenched her teeth, knowing she couldn't argue with his bite. Morningstar couldn't always be there to help her, something that she learned the hard way. In the woods, indoors, underground: all places that her dragon could not defend her in unless she wished to burn with the enemy.

"Come on, my Lady. This is what is best for you. I wager you will need to use such skills against an opponent some day soon, without the shield of Morningstar." He seemed tense, similar to his state when first coming across Seamus Knott.

"Cregan..." She pleaded, looking up at him with her dagger limply hung at her hip.

"Daenys." He was unmoved, though his eyes flashed with a unique softness briefly. Daenys' name coming from his lips made her belly fill with butterflies, a warmth spreading throughout her at his low tone.

She sighed, giving in to him. How could she not, when he looked at her like that? Every bit the ruggedly gentle Northern man she had grown to know well.

She shifted her stance, pulling the hand holding the dagger in front of her face, eyeing him over it. He had not moved, only observing her carefully, noting every breath she took.

Daenys stepped forward, swiping the knife towards his chestpiece, the safest option, only to stumble on her feet when Cregan grabbed her wrist and tugged her into his chest. "You were staring at my chest the whole time. Don't make it so obvious where you want to strike."

He kept her tight in his grip, the other hand on her back firmly. "I shouldn't be able to pull you off your feet so easily. If I can simply hold you like this so easily, imagine what a lesser man could do without breaking a sweat."

Daenys flushed at the implication, face warm with embarrassment. He paid no mind to it, releasing his grip and allowing her to stand straight again. Cregan shifted behind her, breath hot against her ear. "Stand lower, center yourself so you can not be felled so easily." He placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing down gently until her knees bent slightly. He pushed her with one hand, appeased when she only bent instead of falling into the snow. Cregan traced a hand down the expanse of her arm, reaching her hand and taking it in his own. He adjusted her grip on it, folding his larger hand around hers, "hold it like this if you wish to swipe instead of stab, like you intended."

When she obeyed, he nodded satisfactorily. He backed away again, standing in front of her. "Again." His voice was hard, rougher than he perhaps knew.

Daenys gritted her teeth, frustrated at his attitude. Was he angry with her for being so green with a weapon? Did most Northern ladies know all this stuff by the time they could walk? She hated the way he looked down at her, as if she was one of his soldiers instead of just Daenys.

Hours passed, with Daenys panting and exhausted from her exertions and Cregan perfectly unharmed in front of her. Daenys improved slightly after every attempt, much to Cregan's approval. They had lost track of time, well into the afternoon before they had eaten and set off riding again. They rode in a deafening silence, the only sounds being the horses' clompering steps. She wished to speak with him to understand why he suddenly was so stressed for her safety. He had promised to stay by her side. Why would she need to protect herself unless he was planning on leaving her?

He hadn't humored any of her longing glances, gaze as straight as his regal posture. In the sunset's glowing light, he looked quite like a Northern Prince sat upon his steed. She wondered if she looked the part of a Princess on her own, or ever. If she didn't have the signature Targaryen white hair or purple eyes, would anyone guess what she was? Jacaerys was always recognized, even without the sigil on his tunics. He always fit his role as heir perfectly. If she had shared his plain features, Daenys guessed that she would be mistaken for a random noblelady of a forgotten house. Her face familiar but none quite able to recall her name.

The two settled in a small clearing, the biggest they had been able to find for hours. Morningstar hovered for a bit before settled down in their find. She had been gone for the entirety of their little training session, most likely to hunt her own meal in the pause. The dragon curled up near the tent, already melting the surrounded area. Maybe the tent would be warmer tonight thanks to her.

Cregan and Daenys sat in front of the fire, roasting the skinned rabbit. Daenys glanced at him several times over the flames, only to be pointedly ignored. She sighed, standing to her feet. "I'll be back." She told him, getting a small hum in return. He assumed she was using the bathroom, so he made no move to stop her. Daenys wandered slightly in the wood, stretching her legs and enjoying her moment of peace. Whilst she was plotting her next words to Cregan concerning his silent attitude, she was stopped by Seamus, standing imposingly in her path.

"You've been gone quite a while." Daenys greeted with a short nod, shifting uncomfortably. He only stared back. "Are you going to set your tent up with ours?"

More silence. He didn't seem to have his pack on his back anymore, only his sword on his belt and a dagger's shealth on the other side to mirror it. She tensed, mouth drying up. Whatever his intentions might have been, none were good.

"Princess Daenys." He started, voice dark with spite. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for an opportunity like this. For twenty long and painful years, I served the Watch. Patient, biding my time until I can be restored to my rightful place as Lord Knott."

Daenys stepped back, reaching slowly to bunch up her skirt, trying to reach her knife without drawing much attention to it.

He mirrored her step. "I won't let that little brat take his place as pretender any longer. Because I have you, now." He grinned, baring his teeth down at her. His black beard was a stark contrast to his shining teeth, saliva parting at his lips. He reminded her of a rabid dog, slobbering and desperate to bite down on anything to relieve its own pain. He slowly unsheathed his dagger, pointing it at her from his spot yards away. "If I take you to the King, I will be bestowed with riches and titles above anyone. He will have to make me Hand in exchange for giving up the usurper's daughter!"

Seamus laughed at his own proclamation. It was a good plan, she admitted. Aegon would be generous enough to give him back his seat at House Knott. Daenys shook her head, taking more slow steps back. When she was about to attempt to reason with him, he lunged. Seamus wasted no time pinning her to the floor, covering her mouth with a dirty hand. "Oh no, Princess. Can't have that little brat ruining this for me. Just like his damned father."

She thrashed, kicking and clawing at his face. Even with the small lines of blood dripping from his face, he never faultered. He placed the dagger at her throat, pulling her roughly to her feet.

He pushed her in front of him all the way to the campsite, where Cregan was already looking to the treeline to spot her return. He stood immediately when Daenys came back, steel placed deadly close to her neck. He drew Ice to his hand, pointing it at the older man.

"Release the Princess, Knott." He growled.

The man chortled behind Daenys, hot breath on her neck, making gooseflesh rise to her arms uncomfortably. "Put that down, boy. You know you cannot harm me without hurting the little lass."

Cregan grit his teeth harshly, jaw ticking. He glanced to Daenys, who guiltily blinked up at him. Sorry, she seemed to say. For wandering off stupidly once again.

Dusk was gone, hunting his own dinner for the night. How convenient for the kinslayer.

Seamus slowly walked to the dragon, who had long since awoken when she spotted Daenys at the mercy of her aggressor. The dragon roared when he approached, hot breath washing over them both and the wind strong enough to make him stumble back slightly. "Command your beast to obey, or she will not have a rider to listen to anymore. Remember, Princess, I need you alive, not unharmed." He sneered.

"I will find you, Daenys." Cregan spoke firmly, standing at the base of Morningstar's wing.

Daenys, with the steel still cold at her neck, commanded Morningstar shakily. "Lykiri, Morningstar. Rual īlva naejot kipagon." She nodded stiffly when the white dragon whined, distressed at what she was being forced to do.

Reluctantly, the dragon lowered its wing to allow both onto her saddle, Daenys still sitting in front of him. He pressed himself tight against her back, one hand squeezing her waist in an almost choking manner. She felt nauseous, glancing to Cregan for reassurance. For the first time, the man looked helpless. Ice was discarded onto the snow, and his throat bobbed with tension.

"Fly, girl!" The man snarled, making Daenys flinch at the loudness. Cursing, she commanded Morningstar to lift off. "You will take us to King's Landing. Anywhere off course, and you will lose your little fingers one by one."

Daenys nodded, gaze straight at the dark sky, the blackness of the night providing her a lonely comfort. She knew Cregan was watching her disappear into the cloud's cover, not being able to do a thing.

Morningstar furiously roared and growled and cried out into the skies, helpless once again to help her rider.

Daenys patted her scales softly in a comforting motion, whispering to the dragon, "īlon jāhor ērinagon."

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Rual īlva naejot kipagon - allow us to ride

Lykiri- Calm

īlon jāhor ērinagon - we will/shall win

Cregan's guilt for not being there for Daenys is eating at him 🙂‍↔️ and coming off all wrong. Whatever shall the young lovebirds do?

what is it that one post said a few weeks back, "paws that he calls hands"? I always think of that when writing about his hands its suck in my head

I should probably establish ages. With Laenor's flashback, its kinda wonky. Joff and Rhae + Daemon's youngest kids' age don't matter because they will have no importance to the story sorry not sorry

Cregan - 21

Daenys- 20

Jace - 18

Luke - 14

Joffrey - 5-7

Aegon and Viserys - Under 5

[sanyu-thewitch05]

I feel like there aren’t as many “dominant/sadistic” female reader stories. Like don’t get me wrong, I love dominant men, but let’s make that story a bit more spicy…So here’s another idea I had…Male Yandere Fiancé X Female Sadistic Reader

Darling grows up from a prominent old money family, and from young childhood was put into an arranged marriage with one of her father’s longtime friend’s son (who was the same age, and also from a old money family, hence the arranged marriage). Darling was born with a sadistic streak (inherited from her mother, cause we gotta love generational femme fatales), and just thought “why not play what’s already been promised to me?” So she decides to cruelly play with her fiancés feelings even at a young age. (Goes the whole gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss route). For example, fiancé (the yandere), falls in love with her easily since Darling easily manipulates him. Once fiancé is hooked, Darling abuses him into becoming her “ideal man,” forcing fiancé to workout relentlessly, spend countless days/nights studying to become more intelligent, perform extravagant acts of love/devotion to her, etc. Fiancé is pushing himself to the limits in every which way for Darling, because if he doesn’t, Darling is threatening to break off the engagement and leave him forever.

Last day of college arrives (it was agreed between the two families that after the kids graduated college, they’d get married asap), but Darling being the cruel thing she is, makes out with another man in front of yandere fiancé and declares that she loves the new man more and wants to marry him instead. The new man is the total opposite of yandere fiancé (physically weak, lowest ranking in each class, from a “poor family/ugly,” etc.) and in a sense Darling breaks yandere fiancé’s psyche, cause what has he been working for his entire life now? Yandere fiancé snaps and sets a plan into motion to get his Darling to stay with him, because no matter what she does to him, he will always love her (he’s absolutely delusional and off the rails). After all, he’s going to make sure he gets his fairy tale happily ever after. 

So maybe in the end he does become the “dominant” one, or maybe Darling is still the “dominant” one. Who knows? But I hope this idea of a story could have some fun exploring various power/relationship dynamics, and how they can spectacularly backfire. I hope you can have fun with this one too! <3

TW: Noncon, manipulation, corporal punishment

You always liked Barbies. You love the fact their Ken's are just dolls to them. Another accessory to their closet. Their only job is to be a fool in love.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Lucian, your future fiance, says.

"Playing with dolls," You reply, looking at him.

17 years have gone since then, and Lucian has shaped up quite nicely. You planted little suggestions about what you liked in his head, and he eagerly followed like a horse trying to eat a carrot waving in front of its face. He wears contact lenses because you hate brown eyes. He dyed his hair blonde, changed his style, and even got on steroids for a while to bulk up for you. If he didn't, you'd threaten to end the engagement.

Now, you're in your senior year of college. You're an A+ plus student and a vivid party girl as well. Lucian never knew about you sneaking out from his eye to party all night. He never knew about all the guys you hooked up with. The poor boy would be furious if he knew you fucked with the guys who were antithesis to him. Dumb, jock, alcoholic, trouble, everything he thought you hated.

"Oh, Jeremy, you've gotta try this jungle juice! It's amazing!" You exclaim, practically hugging your jock boy toy Jeremy.

"I know it's amazing. I made it," Jeremy laughs, turning you around and kissing your neck.

You kiss Jeremy's lips and make out with him. You didn't even know kissing Jeremy was your metaphorical kiss of death.

"God, I wanna marry you," You coo as Jeremy snaps your bra strap.

Now you've signed your death warrant.

"How could you?" Lucian mumbles, crushing his red party cup.

"Jeremy, let's head to your bed," You whisper, kissing his neck.

He leads you to his room, and Lucian takes advantage of the large crowd to pull you away. Lucian drags you outside despite your complaints.

"Luci, what the hell are you doing?" You drunkenly say, trying to get your hand free from Lucian.

"Listen to me! You're not going to treat me like I'm some doll anymore. I've changed myself beyond recognition for you. I've obeyed your every order. You're going to love me!" Lucian snaps, throwing you into the passenger seat of his car.

"Don't threaten me. Dogs don't growl at their masters," You hiss, making Lucian stop the car.

Lucian unbuckles your seatbelt and slaps you across the face.

"You're going to respect me for once in your life," Lucian monotonously says, buckling you back in and driving back to his apartment.

You stay silent for the rest of the ride until Lucian carries you inside. You don't know what's wrong with you. You would never let someone, especially Lucian, treat you like this. Where did your wits and words go?

"If you even think of trying to run away or stop me, I will tell your parents all about your dirty alcohol and party drugs addiction. Mommy and daddy tolerate lots of things, but they won't tolerate their junkie daughter spending their money on drugs to party," Lucian threatens, putting a change of clothes next to you. "Now, change. I don't want you sleeping in my bed smelling like booze and sweat."

You nod your head and change into fresh clothes.

"Lay across my lap," Lucian commands, rubbing your butt. "Call me my love, master, sir, or my name. Do you understand, pet?"

"Yes, sir."

Lucian takes off his belt and slams it across your ass. You flinch, but Lucian holds you still.

"Sir, please stop," You whimper, trying to hold your tears.

"Pets don't disobey orders," Lucian says, slamming his belt across your butt again.

"Sorry, sir."

Lucian spanks you fifty more times, and each time is worse and more pleasurable than the last.

"Ah, master!" You moan, cumming onto Lucian's pants.

"Damn it, you messed up my pants!" Lucian groans, pulling your pants down.

"I'm sorry, master!" You yell, Lucian pulling your hair back.

"Suck my cock, pet."

"Yes, my love."

You kiss and lick Lucian's cock. It shivers with every touch, and your soon-to-be husband grabs the back of your head and forces your mouth to take his whole dick. You gag on it for a while, then get used to it. He pushes your head so far down that your lips touch his balls. Once your lips touch his balls, he cums into your mouth and yanks your hair back to get your lips off his cock.

"You've learned your lesson?" Lucian asks, holding your head up by the hair.

"Yes. I'm sorry I manipulated you!" You cry, your mascara running, leaving black streaks.

"Good. You're mine, and we'll be married once we graduate. You're going to respect me for once in your miserable life."

Lucian lets go of your hair, and you faceplant onto the mattress.

"Now then, let's have some good bonding time. I don't want our relationship to be like it was when you were still in control. No manipulating you into someone else. No cheating on me with someone else. Just our true selves," Lucian says, cleaning your mascara streaks away and kissing you. "I love you."

[baguettes-and-biscuits]

a/n: not much chartteo in this one unfortunately :( divider credit to @cafekitsune.

warnings: dagger/sword mentions, cussing, a little bitch who i despise

word count: 861

prompt: “Isn’t it strange how people can change?” - strange (song) 

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✦ 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 ✦

“Charlotte?” 

I look up to see Matteo riding his sleek black horse beside me, his gold-flecked hazel eyes filled with something I can’t quite place... concern? 

That’s the logical option. I’ve spent every second of our twenty-minute horse ride clutching the reins as if they’re the only thing keeping me from plummeting into a haze of panic – and they are. Today is the first time I go back to the royal palace since I was abducted. 

“Charlotte, are you okay?” The boy adjusts his black bandanna to keep it from falling into his eyes. 

“Yeah,” I manage. “I’m fine.” 

Matteo raises an eyebrow. “I figured that, after spending this much time with pirates, you’d be able to lie better.” 

I sigh exasperatedly. “Of course I’m not okay. I haven’t been back to the palace in ages. I can’t help but feel that I’m going to want to go back.” 

Matteo opens his mouth to say something, but the first mate, James, interrupts him before he can say anything. 

“Cap'n, we've got to 'ead off-road now. We’re nearin' the palace.” 

The three of us steer our horses onto a muddy path that leads to a door behind the palace. My ride neighs, obviously uncomfortable with the mud coating her hooves. I stroke her silver mane and she calms down. 

A few minutes later, we slow our horses to a stop, hiding them in the bushes around a hundred feet from the palace. 

My heart races, panic flooding my mind. 

This is only supposed to be a scouting mission; I have no reason to be this afraid. 

But the fear persists, shattering my mental shield. 

Someone slips their hand into mine, and I look up to see Matteo, a reassuring smile crossing his face. 

My face burns and I pull my hand away from him, resting it on my hip holster for my dagger. His face reddens slightly as well and we begin to walk silently and carefully towards the castle. 

James pulls ahead, checking for guards. He suddenly stops at a corner and waves us closer. I pick up my pace to a jog, Matteo following suit. 

“What is it?” I whisper. 

“Guards. We’re gonna need a distraction if we want to finish that map,” James replies. 

My heart leaps to my throat. 

“I’ll distract them,” Matteo says. “I’m one of the most wanted people in the kingdom, after all.” 

“And that,” I retort, “is precisely why you won’t be going. I know every single guard here far too well. I can get myself out of a tough spot if I need to.” 

Matteo raises his hands in surrender and James pushes me forward. I take a deep breath and run forward, towards the guards. 

I recognize one of them almost immediately. I’ve only met one person with hair so blond it looks silver, eyes so green they look black, skin so pale it looks white. Deep blue glasses frame his eyes, and a haughty look is on his face. 

Eren. 

I wrinkle my nose. I’ve always hated him and his arrogance. 

I’m about to see the other guard’s face, but Eren sends them away, probably to switch out with another guard. 

“Eren!” I call. 

His head whips up as he makes eye contact with me. 

I keep my face straight, but a sneer crosses his face.  

“The traitor princess,” he says. “Fancy seeing you here.”  

“Oh, I don’t fancy seeing you here. Not at all.” 

“You still think your silver tongue can defeat me?” He laughs sharply. “Your Highness, with all due respect–” 

“Uh-uh,” I say, wagging my finger at him. “No ‘Your Highness.’ I’m no princess.” 

“Oh, yes, of course. What shall I call you, then? ‘Traitor?’ ‘Deserter?’” 

“Traitor?” Now it’s my turn to laugh. “I didn’t betray many people. You haven’t heard the rumors? No one likes the royal family or their comrades, so I turned to people who actually appreciate my existence. I guess you’ve never had anyone feel that way for you?” 

I can practically see the fury emanating from Eren, but he regains control far too quickly. 

“Isn’t it strange?” 

I don’t say or do anything, but the sentence piques my curiosity. 

“Isn’t it strange,” he repeats, “how people can change? I used to be kind to you, you know. But then someone hurt me, and I turned myself around. I made it right. And you...” A look I can’t describe crosses his face. “You used to be the most loyal princess I’ve ever met. Alas, when I look at you now...” He waves his hands towards me. 

“When I look at you now, I see an obnoxious, oblivious little bitch who’s filled to the brim with pride – and not the good kind, either. Would you like to finish your sentence or would you rather keep your snobby head on your shoulders?” 

A feeling of satisfaction blooms in my heart when I see Eren’s bewildered look. I unsheathe my dagger and hold it in my hand lightly. 

“Nothing you can say will hurt me,” I tell him, even though I know it’s not true. “But I know plenty of things I can say that’ll hurt you.” 

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[under-the-weirwood-tree]

I was just thinking about Black Narcissus recently. The Powell and Pressburger film is an absolutely beautiful movie, highly recommended. I wish it was gay. But it sadly isn’t. It is, however, extremely horny. Also, Alicent as a nun? Yes please.

———

Alicent blinks her dry eyes against the frigid cold of the Himalayas, clenching her nails viciously into the palm of her left hand, her right casually gripping the reins of her horse. The figure in front of her could not possibly be her contact. Despite the cropped hair, the person was definitely a woman, her features too beautiful, and the curve of her breast obvious even beneath the men’s clothes in which she is clad.

“I was given to understand by Father Hightower, that my Sisters and I would be met by a Mr. Targaryen,” she says calmly, the thin air making it difficult for her to concentrate, a cracked dryness eager to spread from her lips to her throat.

“That’s me,” the woman says, a tired smirk pulling at her mouth. “It’s what people here call me. And it’s easier to gain respect from outsiders if they think I’m a man.”

Alicent shifts uncomfortably, her tailbone sore from a days worth of riding on treacherous mountain paths. Under her habit, she can feel the good flesh on her cracked skin, her cold nipples chafing against the rough material of her undershift. She’s desperately tired, the Sisters’ eyes burning hot on the back of her cornette, begging to get to their accommodations. Before her, this Mr. Targaryen, contemplates her curiously, head cocked, blue eyes penetrating.

“We are tired from our journey,” Alicent recovers her voice. “Will you please take us to the palace so we might rest and refresh ourselves?”

The woman nods, taking Alicent’s reins proprietarily, shoulder brushing her leg as she falls into step beside the horse. Alicent resists the temptation to flinch at the bump of a warm body next to hers.

After another arduous half hour, an austere and dilapidated structure appears before them. Alicent refuses to let disappointment and panic rise in her throat, instead worrying at the indent in the palm of her hand. Father Hightower entrusted her with this task, and she will not fail.

The Sisters slide off their horses and stumble tiredly towards the doors, while Alicent walks alongside the woman. Alicent can practically sense the words the other woman wants to say bubbling up onto her tongue, can feel the casual flick of her eyes as they ascend the steps and walk into the drafty building.

“Mr. Targaryen—”

“Rhaenyra.”

“Pardon?” Alicent turns, breaths short from the walk, cheeks heating as she looks into Rhaenyra’s blue eyes.

“You can call me, Rhaenyra.”

“Indeed.”

There is a moment of stiff awkwardness as they evaluate each other.

“And what should I call you?” Rhaenyra smirks, not attempting to hide her amusement at Alicent’s stiffness. It makes a confusing mixture of emotions flare within her until she settles on anger.

“You may call me Sister Alicent,” she says primly.

“And what the fuck do you think you are doing here, Sister Alicent?”

“I beg your pardon?” Alicent gasps, stunned by her rude language.

“I mean,” Rhaenyra gestures to the cobwebbed walls and drafty hallways in front of them. “This is no place for nuns.”

“We are here, by request, to start a school,” Alicent can feel her cheeks blooming a mortifying red, her heart beating too fast in her chest. She feels terrible. She needs to rest, to lie down.

“You won’t last six months,” Rhaenyra says bluntly, her smile dropping, a different emotion in her expressive eyes. Something not so easily defined.

“We will,” Alicent says sharply. “And longer. And I would suggest, Mr. Targaryen or Miss Targaryen—”

“Rhaenyra,” the woman says stubbornly.

“I suggest that you acclimate yourself to my presence.”

Rhaenyra does not respond, drawing her arms up to cross her chest, pulling the fabric tight. Alicent stands, her fingers numb, allowing the humiliating slide of Rhaenyra’s eyes up and down her body, cataloging the dirty habit, her heaving chest, her fingers curled into a fist. Instead of laughing, she simply nods, stretching her hand out in front of her.

Alicent’s brain stutters, her arm reaching out almost without her consent, gripping the other woman’s hand. She’s warm. How is she so warm? Alicent is looking down at where their hands are joined, her head is spinning. She hasn’t eaten for hours and yet she is nauseous. Should needs to let go. Let go. The other woman hasn’t yet either. A sudden noise from the hallway startles her and she jumps away from Rhaenyra like a startled rabbit. Sister Talya enters the main room, eyes finding Alicent’s, evidently needing her in some way.

“I will see you soon, Sister Alicent,” Rhaenyra says, looking at Alicent one last time before leaving through the stark double doors.

———

[abnerkrill]

4, 6, 9, 12 Rop asks!

thanks friend!!

4. Favorite story arc?

the Khazad-dum arc is my favorite purely based on the Elrond/Durin/Disa chemistry and the cave conversation. Closely followed by the Elendil family soap opera, which is just so darn compelling for so many reasons but mostly because we know where these characters end up!!! aaaahhhhh! cries forever.

6. Favorite character dynamic?

I already answered Elrond/Durin/Disa but my next answer is Elendil/Míriel, for shippy reasons but also because the queen/knight dynamic is 🔥, and there's the whole "we know where these characters end up" thing, and the way they're tied by their faith and their duty and their love for Numenor...... i cry.

9. What is your favorite scene?

the elrond durin cave scene ofc!!!!!!! it was what finally got me to go oh frick i'm deeply in love with elrond and also this show. never getting over it.

...closely followed by the white leaves falling and Míriel and Elendil making the most intense eye contact known to man...

...closely followed by the whole this wandering day sequence...

...closely followed by Galadriel kneeling before Míriel while Elendil CRIES ABOUT LOSING HIS SON...

...and the whole adar and arondir conversation is also really good--but I should probably stop myself there. (other honorable mentions: the battle scene/charge especially galadriel wholly flinging herself off a horse & arondir and theo making heart eyes. also, everything with disa. also, everything with adar being the most emo guy in middle-earth, which is saying something.)

12. Which outfit do you like the most?

Ha, I get to talk about costumes more! I really really like Bronwyn's outfit. (quick, someone do some analysis on the meaning and importance of the color blue in ROP.) I'd love to wear the costume IRL (could totally cosplay……….) and it fits her character so well—pretty but practical and well-used; very fitting for a mom and a healer and a future leader of her society. also, I freaking love a good cloak, and she gets TWO!

another favorite, just for funsies: CELEBRIMBOR'S FORGING OUTFIT. i adore his leather apron thingy and his disheveled hair in this scene. RIP in advance celebrimbor, it was nice knowing you.

rings of power asks!!!

[harutostablet]

White Day Television Appearance

Haruto sat in the white Cinderella carriage. He was everything a Rococo princes should be. He was dressed in a gold 3/4 length fitted jacket trimmed in platinum lace, matching gold knickers, ivory socks and gold heeled shoes and ivory colored buckles. Instead of a powered wig, wore a rust colored one cut in page boy style.

The make up artist dusted his skin a pale porcelain, pinking his cheeks and lined his eyes in eyeliner, and mascara. Or course, he wore his shocking blue contacts. The image of a perfect doll.

Felt like one too.

Baily was visiting her old high school. Of course it as at an all-girls private high school. Of course he was doing this during lunch. Of course the media was there for Bailey's appearance.

"Do girls actually like this stuff?" he asked off-handedly. Ayame-kun giggled.

"You mean, getting asked out on a date by a prince in a horse drawn carriage?" she giggled. Haruto eyeballed his assistance. She still refused to call him by his first name but she had relaxed around him. When he didn't say anything she giggled more.

"Of course!" she giggled. "It's every high school girl's fantasy. Your sales are going to go through the roof. And your merchandise will also pick up. " she nodded seeing job security.

The director of this surprise public event gave the signal that it was time to go. Haruto sighed and rose to his feet. Above him was a leather strap for him to hold onto. Ayame-kun gave him a finally wave, mouthing 'good luck'. A breath later he was on his way. If he kept his eyes closed he could ignore he curious looks as this shiny pumpkin with a human inside made it down the street.

The carriage wheeled through the school gates and into the land of screaming teenage girls. He was thankful for his practiced, perfect smile as the young women became a blur of uniformed teens. How many girls go to this fucking school? His brain screamed. The carriage jerked to a halt. It was enough too pull him out the current downward spiral he was falling into.

Haruto would thank divine intervention that Bailey was standing outside the carriage door. She was the perfect compliment to his princely look. The female idol wore a light lilac jacked with a shimmery silver faux fur collar. The long hair he remembered from the party was curled and pinned in such a way that it was neatly coiffed for the line of twinkly diamond studs that formed a make shift tiara.

His girlfriend looked properly surprised. Demure, innocent, sweet.

"Haruto-kun, what are you doing here?" she gasped loud enough for others to hear. An actor dressed in gold livery opened the carriage door. Just as he practiced Haruto released the handle and hopped out of the carriage, every bit a gallant prince. Even dropping down on one knee before his princess.

"Bailey-san, would you be my white day date?" Before she could answer the sea of teenage girls started screaming. the pretty pop-tart waiting for the wave to crest before answering.

"I'd love to," she said sweetly. More screams. The footman returned to his post to open the door or the happy couple. Haruto offered his hand to help Bailey inside. He held onto the manicured hand, so weird to hold a hand so much smaller than his . Bailey kept hold of his hand as Haruto entered. A few seconds later the happy couple were carted away from the screams and far from the television cameras. They stayed the perfect picture of a loving couple until they made it back to the setup area for this little event. Haruto breathed a sigh relief when he saw Ayame-kun.

"How did I do?" he asked Bailey finally letting go of her hand. Bailey looked down at their hands for a moment before looking up at Haruto.

"They really ate it up," she said. "There were a lot of cameras there too."

"Oh cool," he nodded. The carriage finally stopped. Ayame-kun was there with his now ice cold hot chocolate. He still took it happily knowing that it would be sweet even cold.

"Would you like to get something to eat?" Bailey asked. Haruto turned to see Bailey. Her own assistant at her carriage door. Haruto shook his head.

"I can't, I have to head back to campus."

"Oh, okay," Bailey said still smiling. "Good work today."

"You too," he said as he stepped out of the carriage. The only think on his mind was the scary ass movie he was about watch. The things you do for friends, he thought.

[izarblack]

∆ Years before it all began ∆

CHAPTER ONE

It was a cool spring day and the songs of birds filled the air. The sound of the near by river bubbled and echo'd off the thick boughs of the trees of the forest. The sound of laughter filled the air as two lone figures splashed around in its cool embrace. A basket of wet laundry lay at the river side forgotten for the time being as its owners tumbled and splashed about.

"I got you now mom!"

"Oh do you now? Well then have at thee, my little Tiger."

The boy, no more than six summers old lunged at his mother, who laughed and danced out of his grasp with ease. He wasn't deterred by this in the least, a smile spreading wide along his lips showing pointed canines as he laughed and lunged again, this time faking on direction for another. Surprise flashes across her face as he suddenly collides with her lower fall, making them both go sprawling into the cool water.

Sputtering laughter fills the air as she holds her cub close to her. Her pitch black hair sticking to her creamy tan skin, soaked from the water they played in. Her bright green eyes glistening as she stares down to at her son who stared back up at her with a mischievous grin.

"See I told ya!"

She let out a musical laugh as she stroked his equally dark hair, around his fluffy ears. Her smile warm and affectionate. He nuzzled into her palm as it came in gentle contact with his cheek. A purr lifting to his throat in a show of affection.

"You did well my cub," She said as she went to get up, scooping him up in the process, "One day you will be a fine fighter and hunter, my love. But before that... We must finish the chores. No more playing till it's done."

She chuckled at his pout, "Come now even great warriors need clean clothes and food to eat."

"'Kay mom!" He said as she set him down along the river side.

She watched his heterochromia eyes light up in happiness at his mother. He rushes over to the basket wet clothes, laughs as he stares back at her.

"We made a mess didn't we?" His green and red eyes sparkled with mirth.

"We sure did my dear," She crouched down at the rivers edge and got to work.

Using the nearby washboard to start cleaning their laundry, a gentle smile on her face. Her cub plucked the linen from the basket and handed them to her. Occasionally she would let him do a few as she took the basket that had clean linen over to the close line near their small cottage home.

After a while they had finally tackled the cleaning of the laundry for the day. She swiped her arm over her brow and looked down at her cub. A smile graced her lips as she watched him gather the baskets to take them inside.

Anyone could tell that she cared deeply for her cub and would do anything to keep a smile on his face. Her ears twitcged at the sound of hooves on uneven ground and she turned to look.

A smile spread across her face as she recognized the rider of said horse, "Nunoux, it is a pleasure to see you today."

An Elezen came to a stop upon his steed and dismounted with practiced ease. A small smile upon his lips. His icy blue eyes shining with delight.

"V'atillia... Lovely evening isn't it?" He brushed silver locks away from his face as he turned to face her.

"It sure is, Izar is very hyper today. I hope you are ready for a rambunctious bundle of mischievousness."

He laughed heartily, "I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Good, because he finally caught me off guard today... Got his first good lunge in today."

Shock lit his face, "Truly?"

She nodded her ears twitching with delight, "Indeed, I plan to teach him hunting soon. I have a good feeling he will learn fast and do it naturally. My little cub is full of potential."

"Hmmm, I can help you with that while you're away if you'd like?"

"That would be wonderful, I plan to show him the ropes tomorrow since today is cleaning day. Thank you by the way for helping us find a home."

"It was no problem at all. It's the least I could do for my best friends wife... I am deeply sorry he did what he did tho..." He said as he watched her bright smile fade to a sorrowful one.

"I knew it was coming..." She said as she straightened the linen on the clothes line. "He wasn't ready to have a family yet."

"He's a damned fool for it too..." Nunoux spat, "It wouldn't have hindered him in the least. The idiot is still trying to relive his glory days from the tribe..." He sighed, "Tho... You never told me why you left the nomadic tribe."

She was silent for a while before she spoke, "Terrible things started happening around the tribe. No, one knew what was happening... But they blamed Izar for the bad omens. His miss matched eyes and the fact he was born to a woman who's partner walked out on her... They saw it as something more than what it was... They called him demon child. I couldn't allow him to live that sort of life, so I left and broke ties with the entire tribe..."

Nunoux face was one of pure rage, "what the seven hells, is wrong with those people? To blame an innocent child and its mother... "

V'atillia smiled at him gently, "Superstitions always ran deep with that tribe. Honestly, now that I think on it. I wonder if that is way there was so little of us left. Because, many had vanished over the years, just like I did."

"Do you think he'll miss you?"

"Maybe?... I'm pretty sure he stopped caring the day he left us... Even tho, I never stopped loving him," She sighed wistfully, "But that is neither here nor there. I am happy were I am now, raising my cub to be the happiest he can be."

"You are doing a marvelous job V'atillia. He grows well and thrives under your guiding care," He said giving her a soft smile.

She laughed, "I can only hope so. We all had to learn how to fight and hunt in the tribe. I intend to pass this to him as well so he will know what to do even should I not be there for him."

"You make it sound like you won't be here for his entire life," he frowned.

She fell silent as she look to the cottage where Izar was cleaning the porch and windows to the best of his abilities at his current height. He was small for a male. She guessed he'd inherited her height and not his father's. Izar really hadn't inherited much at all from his father, other than his bright smile, from days past.

"I am no fool to think things can last forever, it may not be now. But eventually I might not be here for him. With the dangers the woods bring, the growing unease with the lands residents, the rise in banditry... Any number of things could happen."

A harsh wind cut through the sir and she caught her long wavey hair with her hands and held it still. As she fondly watched her cub get distracted by a wayward butterfly that landed upon his nose and he went so still as to not disturb his companion that fluttered its wings cutely.

She giggled at the sight, "He will need all the help he can get should anything happen to either of us."

Nunoux watched Izar silently in thought, "V'atillia... You're right... Life is fleeting especially in these trying times. I hope nothing befalls either of you. I will do what I can to help."

"Thanks Nunoux, it means a lot to me to have you as a friend. Also let me know when the rent is due, I will pay it on time this time," She said as she gave him a wide grin.

"Alright, I will let you know in a few days time. In the meantime... I am safe to assume you are going to work at the tavern tonight?"

"Yes, we're running low on supplies and I need to restock soon, I also plan on starting a garden and teach Izar how to grow his own food some day. He knows how to forage so even if he can't grow things he has that as a back up plan."

"He knows everything about the forest plants already?"

"Yes, he learned it fast. I am proud of my cub. His memory is so strong and his heart is pure. My little Tiger is growing well and I couldn't be prouder."

"That's great to hear, he will be a firce to be reckoned with I am sure," He smiled before cupping his mouth with his hands. "Hey Izar, you ready to go buddy?"

Izar jumped startling his butterfly companion and it fluttered away, "Master Nunoux! I'll be ready in a bit... Give me a moment."

Nunoux laughed heartily, "Go on then."

With that Izar finished up what he had left to do then ran inside to gather his things for the night. His tail swaying in excitement to stay with Nunoux for the night. Nunoux turned back to V'atillia who was watching Izar with a fond grin.

"What time would you like him back tomorrow?"

"Any time before noon, thanks Nunoux," She smiled up at him and he returned said smile.

"Any time V'atillia, any time," He turned back in time to see Izar racing towards them. A huge grin on his face.

With them saying their farwells before departing. Nunoux helped Izar onto the back of his steed, before hoisting himself up behind him. With a wave towards V'atillia who watched silently and waved back, he turned the horse into the direction of town and started the long journey back home.

[chimmyboii]

Just Go with It (Part 3)

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It wasn’t supposed to go on this long. She was supposed to break it off, explain that it was a mistake and that things should go back to the way they were before. But no, five weeks later, Y/N finds herself making out with Eddie under the bleachers when she should be in class. Tongues entwined, hands grabbing any piece of skin they can find. Their lips smack against each other loudly, before Y/N pulls away to catch her breath. Eddie leans forward to chase her lips but comes into contact with cheeks instead, causing Y/N to giggle.

“We should stop,” Y/N whispers and Eddie groans loudly, pressing kisses to the side of her neck. Running her hand through his hair, Y/N tugs his head back slightly until he was peering up at her. “I have cheer practice.”

“No!” Eddie whined, dropping his head back onto her shoulder. Y/N snorts and kisses the crown of his head.

“Sorry Bub, I didn’t make the schedule. You can blame Chrissy for that one,” Eddie sits up fully, a pout adoring his full lips.

“You’ve had practice three times this week!” Eddie complained, “and it’s Friday!” Y/N just shrugged, giggling slightly at Eddie’s frustration.

“A bit of space will do us good,” Y/N stated and Eddie groaned in disagreement which caused Y/N to ask, “We see each other everyday, practically joined to the hip. Aren’t you fed up seeing me?” Instantly, Eddie shakes his head, his doe eyes widening dramatically.

“Fuck no! Are you shitting me?” He exclaims, “Y/N, seeing you is my favourite part of the day.” Y/N inhales sharply, hands falling slowly from their place on Eddie’s shoulders. Just as they were about to land at Y/N’s side, Eddie captures them in his hand. He brings them up to his lips, gently kissing Y/N knuckles. Gulping, Y/N tries to ignore the flutter in the pit of her stomach. Eddie’s gaze returns to hers, eyes glinting and lips curling up into a smirk.

“Unless you’re sick of me?” At first, Y/N is silent. Her head is racing with thoughts, her mouth is suddenly dry. Suddenly, all the memories over the past five weeks filled her mind. Y/N can’t deny that the past few weeks have been happiest Y/N has ever been, but she can’t help the fear that was building. Just as Y/N got the courage to reply, the bell rang. Eddie snickers, bending forward to peck her lips.

“Saved by the bell,” he whispers, his breath tickling her lips. Pulling back, Y/N climbs off Eddie’s lap and stands. She groans as pins and needles appears in her left foot. Eddie laughs before bending down in front of Y/N. “Hop on, sweetheart,” Y/N freezes, eyes squinting as she looks at his hunched over form.

“Eddie what the hell are you doing?” He turns his head to her, eyebrows furrowed.

“What does it look like? I’m offering you a piggyback,” he shimmy’s his back in emphasis. Y/N sighs and gently jumps onto Eddie’s back and said boy let out a loud groan and pretends to fall forward. “Jesus, sweetheart, give a man a warning!” Y/N giggles, tucking her head into his shoulder.

“Go! Go!” Y/N chanted and Eddie let out neigh like a horse and sprinted off in the direction of the school with Y/N laughing loudly on his back.

-

They arrive just as the rest of students were leaving to go home. They shot the couple weird looks as they stop by the doors. Eddie bends letting Y/N slide off his back. Rising to full height, Eddie wraps his around Y/N waist, tugging her to him. Y/N is quick to wrap her arms around his neck, smiling up at him. Eddie feels his heart slam against his ribcage.

“I’ll pick you up,” Eddie states, his hand cradling Y/N’s cheek. Y/N blushes as she hears the whispers of the students watching them.

“You don’t have too,” Y/N mutters, ducking her head to look at her shoes but Eddie tugs at her chin, making her look up again.

“Hey, I’m not letting my girl walk alone,” Y/N has to bit her lip to stop the smile from forming. “And anyway, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Y/N raises an eyebrow.

“Surprise? What surprise?” Eddie laughs, shaking his head.

“Well, the whole concept of a surprise, sweetheart is that you don’t know,” Y/N rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to resort when a voice clears from behind them. Y/N turns her head to find Chrissy standing by the school entrance, in full cheer uniform, hands on hips and glaring at Eddie and Y/N.

“You!” She points at Y/N, “where supposed to be in the hall five minutes ago. And you’re not even in uniform!” She yelps, her normally soft voice hardens slightly as her thumb points behind her. “Changing room now!” Y/N winces and untangles herself from Eddie and goes to walk towards Chrissy but Eddie stops her. He grips her hand and tugs her back before swooping down to kiss her one last time.

“See you soon, sweetheart,” he whispers against her lips, pecking them one last time before pulling away. Chrissy’s angry expression melts at the sweet scene. Eddie turns and almost struts towards his van. Chrissy calls Y/N who stands there staring after Eddie dazedly. Turning, Y/N quickly runs up to her best friend and loops arms.

Inside the changing room, Chrissy sits on the bench and waits for Y/N to change into her cheer uniform that hung in her locker.

“You and Eddie are getting on really well, huh?” Chrissy questions and Y/N can’t stop the smile splitting her face.

“Yeah, I guess,” Y/N mutters and Chrissy snorts.

“You guess? The guy can’t keep his hands off you!” She laughs and Y/N follows, suddenly feeling giddy. After tugging up her skirt, she joined Chrissy on the bench and began to pull on her knee high socks.

“It’s weird,” Y/N starts, sighing slightly, “like he’s so affectionate but like doesn’t demand sex. He just kisses me because he wants to kiss, nothing more. He’s never hinted at, you know, going all the way. Unlike like the last guy I was with,” Y/N admits, pulling on her sneakers. Chrissy leans over and places a hand on Y/N’s stopping her movement.

“Wait, wait. You’re not a virgin?” Chrissy’s voice high with genuine surprise. Y/N suddenly freezes, her shoulders tense up and hands grip the laces tightly. Y/N turns to Chrissy and the girl’s face is pinched in confusion.

“Uhh…no, I’m not,” Chrissy’s mouth falls open.

“What the fuck? How? Who?” If this was any other scenario, Y/N would have laughed at Chrissy adamant shock.

“He’s was…he was just guy I met years ago. I think he moved away,” Y/N lies, shrugging, trying to come across casual.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend! In fact, now I think about it, you never told me you liked Eddie either!” Chrissy complained, voice whining slightly. “Is it me? Because you can tell me anything, Y/N and I promise it’ll stay between us!” Y/N feels the guilt wash over her.

“It’s not you,” Y/N lies, plastering on a reassuring smile. “I just like the keep things like this private, you know, in case it goes wrong,” Chrissy nods with her own smile which becomes wider.

“So, I’m guessing, due to you going public, that you and Eddie are serious?” Y/N’s smile falters slightly.

“I hope so,” Y/N mutters, looking to the ground. Chrissy cleared her throat, looking awkward. Her fingers tapped at the bench underneath them.

“Did it hurt?” She whispered, still not looking at Y/N but Y/N knew what she was referring to.

“For me it did,” Y/N confirmed, swallowing harshly. “But that was because I wasn’t, you know, wet enough. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing. It was rushed and messy,” Chrissy looks at her concerned. “But it does get better, it just take time,” Y/N stands after she ties her laces and tugs down her skirt. Y/N wanted to say more, how she was young and clueless and warn her not to rush into it if she feels she isn’t ready. But she doesn’t. After that, both girls don’t say anything more and leave for the gym hall.

Cheer practice was exhausting as the sweat dripped down Y/N temple. Chrissy thanked the girls for the hard effort and excused them for the night. Chrissy and Y/N walk towards the changing room when Jason appeared from the boys. His hair is wet and his runs a towel through the wet strands. He smiles when he spots Chrissy but when his eyes connect with Y/N, the smile morphs into a smirk. Leaning over he presses a kiss to Chrissy, his eyes still open and glued to Y/N.

“You still coming to mine?” He asks the blonde girl and she blushes pink before nodding. It didn’t take Einstein to know what Jason was referring to, when he asked Chrissy that. And from the way Chrissy acted earlier to Y/N not being a virgin and the questions, it was clear that tonight was the night. Jason turns to Y/N, eyes gleaming almost wickedly.

“You need a ride?” He asks, voice cocky but this time it was Y/N’s turn to smirk.

“No, Eddie’s coming to pick me up.” She watches as the smirk falls from his lips, the blue eyes storming over. “But thanks anyway, see you guys later,” And with that Y/N skips towards the changing room. Quickly, Y/N showered and tried to think about the surprise Eddie has waiting for her. She couldn’t think of anything that Eddie would surprise her with. It could be anything, Eddie was completely spontaneous. After getting out the shower, Y/N tried to dry her hair but resorted to tying it up. Grabbing her bag, Y/N rushes out the school and scans the parking lot for the van but fall short when she notices it not here. From the left, Y/N watches as Jason opens the door of his car for Chrissy and closes it. As he walks around to the driver seat, his eyes land on Y/N, a smirk appears.

“Looks like lover boy has forgotten about you!” He shouts before climbing in and driving off, leaving Y/N alone.

Sighing, Y/N walks over to sit on the curb. Y/N was going to give Eddie another ten minutes before she would make a move to walk home. She was worried, she couldn’t help the insecure feeling washing over her. What if Eddie did forget her, met someone new and decided to ditch her. Five minutes later and Eddie still hadn’t turn up so Y/N stood and tugged her bag onto her shoulder. Just as she was about to start walking out of the parking lot, a flash of yellow caught her attention. Turning to the left, Y/N watches as the van comes to a skidding halt and Eddie jumps out of the driver's seat and sprints round to stand in front of her.

“Shit! Sweetheart, I’m sorry! I lost track of time with the surprise,” Before Y/N could say anything, Eddie bends and kisses her. His arms find themselves wrapped around Y/N waist, hugging her to him. Y/N feels her bag slip down her arm and fall to the floor as she grips onto Eddie’s denim vest, her lips move with Eddie’s. Eddie pecks her lips twice before pulling away and smiles at her.

“Hi,” she whispers, holding him to her. She felt relieved that he had arrived, that he was okay.

Eddie grinned, “Hi, sweetheart. Sorry I’m late,” Bending down, he picks up Y/N disregarded bag and leads her to the passenger seat. Eddie opens the door and helps Y/N inside and places her bag on her lap before skipping over the driver seat. The drive was peacefully and unlike the first time Y/N seat in Eddie’s van, there was no loud metal music playing. In fact, Eddie had the radio off.

“Okay,” Y/N starts, almost breathlessly. “I give, what is the surprise?” Eddie let out a laugh but it was unlike Eddie’s usual loud laugh. This one was nervous.

“Okay so I have a confession to make. Originally, I was supposed to take you to a fancy restaurant in town. Like I saved up for it and everything,” he started, rambling. “But uhhh, fuck. Metallica just released a new album and I blew the money I had saved on the album,” Eddie hisses through his teeth, avoiding Y/N’s gazed. The girl is quiet, looking out the window but then turns to Eddie, face blank.

“So there’s not a surprise?” She questions but Eddie quickly injects.

“No, there is a surprise but umm…you might think it’s lame,” Y/N scrunches her face in confusion and goes to speak but Eddie interrupts. “Just please trust me. Can you, umm.. close your eyes,” Y/N smiles softly and complies, shutting her eyes. Eddie got her to close her eyes just in time as the trailer park comes into view. He pulls up to his trailer and puts the van into park.

“Okay keep your eyes closed for me okay, I’ll be just a minute,” Y/N just nods, her hands gripping her bag tightly in excitement. Eddie bounces out the van and runs into his home. He goes to his room and plugs in a set of fairy lights he borrowed from Max. He throws them out the window so that they hang against the trailers wall set to the table and chair he had set up. Running back outside, he lights the candle sat in the middle of the table before turning back to his van. From the outside, he can see Y/N still had her eyes closed and that made Eddie smile widely. He opens the door and reaches for Y/N’s hand.

“I’m going to guide you okay?” And Y/N nods allowing Eddie to tug at her hands and she slowly she hopped out of the van. Eddie slams the door shut behind them and places a hand on Y/N back leading her towards the table and chair. He stops her when they are two steps away. Leaning down, he whispers in her ear.

“Okay you can open them,”

Y/N eyes flutter open and a gasp leaves her lips. There in front of her was Eddie’s trailer but instead, the window were Eddie’s room was, had yellow fairy lights hanging out of it. Just below was a small white table that had a candle sat in the middle and two chairs on either side. Y/N turns back to Eddie, her face shocked.

“Eddie what is this?” She whispered and Eddie shrugged with smile.

“I couldn’t afford our date so I, uhh, brought the date to us, I guess. Do you like it?” Y/N looks at him like he was crazy.

“Like it? I fucking love it. Oh my God, Eddie this is amazing!” Eddie snorted and rubbed at his neck.

“It’s just fairy lights and a couple of cheap chairs. It’s nothing,” Y/N was quick to shake her head and tugged Eddie to her, wrapping her arms around him.

“That is not nothing, Eddie. Nobody has ever done that for me before. In fact, no one has ever took me out on a date. This is the most thoughtful and amazing first date!” Eddie laughed. Y/N moves to take a seat on one of the chairs. Eddie remains standing, awkwardly scuffing his feet.

“Well it hasn’t started yet, still time for you to run. Especially when you taste my cooking,”

Y/N turns to him and Eddie think it isn’t possible for the girl’s eyes to get any wider, but the do.

“You cooked?” She asked, her voice high pitched. Eddie just nods before pointing to the door.

“Speaking off, I better go and check it, you know, incase I did actually burn it, ” Y/N doesn’t say anything as the boy sprints inside. While Eddie is gone, Y/N takes in the effort Eddie went to and feels like crying. Just then, Eddie steps up with two cans of coke in his hand. He places them on the table before siting on the chair in front of Y/N.

“We’re in luck, the food is fine,” he announces, popping open his can. Y/N follows before taking a sip. “So…” Eddie starts and Y/N notices his fingers playing with the rings adoring his fingers. He taps them a couple of times against the table and Y/N smiles to herself, knowing that his nervous. “How was practice?”

“It was good. Kind of intense actually. Chrissy ended up shouting at Michelle twice today, and Chrissy never shouts. So that was interesting.” Y/N giggled, taking another sip of her coke. Eddie smiles at her, leaning on his hand, eyes peering at her adoringly. Y/N catches Eddie’s stare a flushes, clearing her throat awkwardly. “Umm…did you listen to the new album yet?” She asks, trying to keep the conversation going. Eddie practically lights up at the mention of Metallica.

“I’ve only listened to the first three songs, but, oh my God, Y/N it is awesome!” Eddie is practically jumping in his seat which causes Y/N to smile. “I’m definitely going to learn ‘Master of Puppets’ on guitar! Maybe play it at the hideout next week,”

“Next week?!” Y/N asks incredulously, “Won’t you need more time to learn it, especially if you’re playing by ear,” Eddie shrugs, taking a sip from his coke.

“Not really, usually it only takes me a week to learn a new song.” Y/N’s mouth falls open in disbelief.

“Jesus, Eddie,” she breaths, leaning forward and placing her hands on his. “That’s so cool. Honestly, I’m impressed,” Eddie flushes and smiles bashfully. The two of them fall silent, but it’s not uncomfortable. “You know it’s kinda funny,” Y/N starts, her eyes drawn to the fairy lights, “that everyone has you pegged as a ‘freak’ or an ‘idiot’. But you’re not,” Y/N eyes flicker back to Eddie. Her eyes are sincere as she stares at the boy in front of her. “You are the most thoughtful, caring, sweetest guy I’ve met and it really pisses me off that people don’t give you a chance,” Eddie smiles softly as Y/N ranted, his hand wrap themselves around hers, stopping her.

“Y/N, I don’t care about them, okay. They can call me what they want, I don’t care anymore. The only opinion I care about is yours,” Y/N frowns, gently pulling her hands away and Eddie sits back. He eyes her sudden mood change with confusion evident on his face.

“You shouldn’t care about I think either, Eddie,” she mutters and Eddie snorts.

“Sorry, sweetheart but it’s a bit late for that,” Leaning over the table, Eddie places his face directly in front of her before whispering, “You have cursed me Y/N, I am yours until you grow bored and dispose of me,” He announces dramatically, laughing softly to himself. Suddenly, Y/N stands and steps away from the table, arms folding around herself. Eddie follows, slowly walking towards her and places a hand on her shoulders and Y/N flinches.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie mutters and Y/N sniffs, her eyes welling up with tears.

“This is wrong, Eddie,” she confesses and Eddie frowns, moving around to stand in front of her. Y/N swallows harshly, trying to push down the sobs that threaten to escape her mouth.

“Wrong?” He questions, crouching down to her height, his hand massaging her shoulders. When Y/N remains silent and not looking at Eddie, he pulls her closer to him, trying to hug her. But Y/N pulls away, taking a few steps back. “I don’t get it, Y/N,” Y/N sighs and finally looks at him.

“It’s too fast,” Y/N whispers and Eddie frowns. “You can’t say things like that Eddie. It’s literally our first date and you’re already acting like I’m it for you. Like you don’t want anyone else,”

Eddie shrugs and looks down, “Well…” but he doesn’t finish his sentence and Y/N gasps, hand reaching up to grasp her chest. At Y/N reaction, Eddie is quick to try and explain himself.

“I know, I know, okay, I get it. It’s fast but I-I can’t help how I feel.” Eddie moves to take a seat back at the table. He hunches over and rans his hands over his face. Y/N slowly walks towards him. “I don’t want to scare you off and maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. But when I’m around you, it’s like my mouth has a mind of its own,” Eddie looks up at her with his puppy eyes. “I don’t want to lie to you and before you saying anything -I know it’s only been like five weeks but I’m seriously crazy about you, Y/N.” Y/N is silent as she stares at the grass beneath her feet. “I don’t expect you to say anything, okay, I get it, it’s too soon. But I’ve always been like this, you know, act first, think later. So, don’t feel guilty. Let’s just…enjoy our date, okay, see where it takes us,” Nodding, Y/N returns to her seat and Eddie beams before standing up once more to go and get the food. Whilst Eddie is in his trailer, Y/N eyes the end of the trailer park. She wants to run and never look back. Maybe make an excuse that she’s feeling ill so Eddie can take her own but she knows Eddie will see right through her. The door squeaks open and Eddie steps out with two plates of spaghetti on them. Gently, he places them in front of her and the smell is enough to make Y/N drool.

“So, I wasn’t sure on what you like but spaghetti is literally the only food I can make that doesn’t involve the microwave so I uhh hope you like it,” Y/N bites her lip as she stares at the plate in front and her heart feels like it’s breaking slowly to pieces. She looks up and smiles a genuine smile.

“I love spaghetti, Eddie,” The metal head lets out an audio sigh of relief and sits down.

“Oh thank God! I generally was panicking there because the only thing I’ve got in is tinned tomato soup, so I was basically fucked.”

“I’m pretty simple, actually,” Y/N confesses with a shrug, “I pretty much eat anything,”

The rest of the meal was pleasant, the talked for ages about anything and everything. And Y/N once again forgot the ever growing guilt that was building in the pit of her stomach.

Eddie stood suddenly and grabbed both off the plates as Y/N took a drink from her coke.

“Mhmm!” Y/N protested, swallowing the liquid quickly. “I’ll do that, you cooked the meal. The least I could do is do the dishes,” But Eddie shook his head.

“Nope, I got it. And anyway, the surprise isn’t over yet,” And with a smirk, Eddie walked back into the trailer. Y/N sat back and ponder what else Eddie could have up his sleeve but suddenly soft music began to play, coming from Eddie’s room. Eddie saunters out of the trailer with his hands behind his back.

“What are you up to now?” Y/N queried watching as Eddie strolled over until his stood in front of her. He reaching out a hand and Y/N just looks at it. “What?” She whispers and Eddie lets out a small snort.

“M’Lady, may I have this dance?” Y/N’s mouth drops open.

“Wait, are you serious?” Eddie smiles and nods.

“Serious as a heart attack, baby,”

Giggling, Y/N places her hand in his and stands, moving until she’s in front of him and places her hand on his shoulder. Eddie wraps his arm around her waist and tugs her closer until Y/N rests her head against his shoulder. The rock side to side, stumbling slightly and giggling to each other before Y/N begins to speak.

“This is like something out a movie,” Eddie snickers and it rumbles under Y/N’s head.

“What? Dancing in a trailer park?” Y/N tuts and slaps her hand against his shoulder.

“Do you have to make it sound so mundane. Like seriously, Eddie you just hosted the most romantic date ever! like every girl I know has said their first day was just at the movies then dinner. And maybe this wasn’t what you planned, but honestly, I think it’s better.” Looking up at him, Y/N softly smiled. “Thank you, Eddie,” Eddie didn’t say anything but bent down and pressed a kiss against her lips. Y/N lets her hands grip Eddie’s face, the dancing slowed to a halt as they become lost in a new dance - this time with their lips

Eddie pulls back first and nods to the trailer asking as silent question and Y/N just nods before holding onto Eddie’s hand as he tugs inside.

Inside Eddie’s bedroom, the pair lazed on his bed giggling with each other. Eddie leaned over and pulled out a joint from his black lunch box and held it out to Y/N.

“Want one?” Y/N quickly shook her head before biting down on her lip, feeling a bit worried. Eddie saw her face and paused lighting up the joint. “What?”

“It’s just that, I’d rather you not drive me home, you know, high,” Eddie eyes widen comically.

“Shit! Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” Quickly Eddie threw the joint bag into the lunch box and pulled out a cigarette instead. “Jesus, I’m sorry sweetheart. I-I just thought…you know what, never mind,” Y/N sits up and leans against the headboard.

“What? You can tell me,” Eddie refuses to look at her, focusing his gaze on the cigarette in his hand.

“I thought, maybe, you’d stay here tonight,” Before Y/N could say anything, Eddie continues. “It’s fine, I know you think it’s too fast and all that. It was just a suggestion,”  

“Just sleeping?” Y/N asked, her voice quiet and Eddie’s eyes shot to her and nodded quickly.

“Y-Yeah I don’t want have sex with you, I mean I do, I really fucking do!” Eddie groaned and his eyes darkened as if he was picturing it and Y/N flushed, her whole body heating up at Eddie’s reaction. “But I just want to hold you. Really that’s all.” Y/N is quiet as she contemplate before standing up from Eddie’s bed. She couldn’t deny that she wanted to stay with Eddie, she really enjoyed his company and just existing with him.

“Can I used your phone to call my Mom and tell her I’m sleeping at Chrissy’s house?” Eddie’s whole face beams as he points to the narrow hallway. While Y/N was on the phone, Eddie cleaned up some stuff from the floor and pulled out some of his clothes for her to wear. As Y/N enters the room, Eddie points to the clothes.

“I left some clothes for you to sleep in,” Y/N quietly thanks him and stands awkwardly by the doorway. “What did your Mom say?”

“Yeah she was fine, kinda used to me disappearing to Chrissy’s on a Friday night,” Eddie nods thoughtfully as he began looking through his VHS collection for a film.

“You and Chrissy have sleepovers a lot?” Y/N shot Eddie a look when he stood up to face her, when he saw it, he raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“No we pretend we’re at each others house when we go to a party,” Eddie let out an ‘ahhh’ before rubbing the back of his neck. Y/N leans over and picks up the clothes Eddie left and and nodded to the bathroom. “I’m gonna go and get changed,”

“Sure, I’ll put on a movie. Horror okay?” Y/N stops halfway and looks at him wide eyed.

“Yeah as long as you’re prepared for me to use you as my human shield,” Eddie smirks.

“That’s the whole point, baby,”

Y/N rolls her eyes and goes to the bathroom.

The pair were snuggled under the covers of Eddie’s bed. Y/N lays her head on his chest, flinching ever so often at a scary scene. But Eddie’s not paying attention the film, his gaze on the girl, his hand stroke the skin of her arm gently.

“When you said that no guy had ever taking you out, did you mean like ever or just, you know, wining and dinning you - minus the wine,” Eddie asks, the thought had been bugging him all night.

“I’ve never been on a date before,” Y/N confesses, her voice quiet as her attention is still on the movie. Eddie froze, a million thoughts racing through his head.

“How the hell did that happen?” At this Y/N looks up confused.

“What?” Eddie's hand points at her before trailing up and down her form.

“Seriously, look at you! And no guy ever asked you out?” Y/N let out a small laugh.

“I didn’t say they never asked me, I just never said yes to them,” Eddie sits up, causing Y/N to follow him. Eddie rakes a hand through his hair.

“So, you’ve never been out with a guy?” Y/N is quiet and looks towards his guitar for a moment, Eddie could see her mind racing from the pout on her lips.

“Well not officially, I guess,” This time it’s Eddie’s turn to frown. Y/N begins to pick at her nails, eyes still not meeting Eddie’s as she continues to talk. “There was a guy and I guess you could say we were together just without, you know, the dating part,” Eddie scoots forwards, noticing the way which Y/N shoulders tense. Now, Eddie wasn’t dumb, he knew what Y/N was hinting at. Together without dating equals just sex. But from the way Y/N’s shoulders tense and the way she was bitting hard at her bottom lip, she wanted more with this guy.

“What happened?” Eddie whispered, thoughtlessly and cringed a little as he expect Y/N to tell him none of his business. But the girl looked up at him with a soft smile but her eyes were sad.

“Oh you know, found someone else,” Eddie slung his arm around her and tug her to his chest, holding her tightly. “What about you? Why haven’t you been snatched up?” Y/N whispers against his chest and Eddie chuckles.

“Nobody wants the freak, Y/N, you should know that by now,” Eddie laughs and Y/N is quick to pull herself away from his embrace. Y/N stares at him with the most clear and sincere eyes.

“I do,” She announces, her voice confident. Leaning forward, she places a soft kiss against Eddie’s open lips as he stares at her dumbfounded. “I want you,” Eddie is quick to reach up, his hand curling around her neck and tugs her to him. Both their lips smash together passionately and Y/N falls on top of Eddie with a muffled giggle.

//

For the rest of the weekend, Y/N stayed with Eddie in their own little bubble. But school arrived like a sharp needle and popped them back into the reality. When Y/N arrives to school on Monday she feels a dreadful feeling, like something bad is about to happen. For the first two periods, everything seems normal and Y/N managed to convince herself that it was all in her head. Oh, how wrong she was.

Just as first break was starting, Y/N was at her usual table with Chrissy and the girls. They were chatting amongst themselves, Y/N peeks at the Hellfire table now and again, hoping to see Eddie. But the metal head was absent, which confused Y/N as he never mentioned anything about doing something before school. Suddenly, Y/N remember that she left her chemistry textbook in her locker.

“Shoot!” She sprung to her feet and the girls look at her worried. “I forgot my textbook, I’ll be back in a sec!” But it was just the girls that were watching Y/N leave but a pair of storm blue eyes followed her figure until he too stood and left the cafeteria.  

Y/N is almost at her locker when an hand shot out a grab ahold of her wrist. The hand dragged her harshly into the drama room. The door slams shut and Y/N spins around to see Jason storm towards her. He pushes her against the table behind her, causing Y/N to land against his harshly. Jason grabs a hold of her thigh, running his hand upwards, slipping under her cheer skirt. Y/N slaps it away in disgust.

“What the hell are you doing!” Y/N screeches, pushing Jason away. The boy only budges a little and smirks at Y/N before leaning back in and presses soft kisses against her neck. “Stop,” Y/N growls, grabbing ahold of the collar off his jacket and yanks him away from her neck. Jason stands fully and looks at her.

“Oh come on Y/N, you can stop your little game now,” A cold feeling appears in Y/N’s chest, her breathing becoming shallow. She freezes as Jason places a kiss against her cheek. “You wanted my attention, now you’ve got it,” Y/N roughly shakes her head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jason scoffs, taking a step back and looks at Y/N amused.

“Really? We’re gonna do this?” He laughs, “We gonna pretend that you’re not dating that freak just to make me jealous?” Y/N swallows the bile that rises in her throat. She doesn’t answer Jason which causes him to laugh harder. “Jesus, Y/N, you are pathetic. I mean did you really not think I would know?” Y/N shivered as Jason runs a hand along her cheek. “You’ve been obsessed with me since we were, what, ten, eleven? And I’ve seen the looks you throw my way when I’m with Chrissy. It’s fucking obvious what you’re doing. In fact I almost pity the freak because the poor bastard doesn’t have clue that you’re using him, does he?”

“I’m not doing anything,” Y/N mutters weakly, tugging at her cheer uniform but that was the wrong move as Jason’s stormy eyes fall on the purple mark on the base of Y/N collarbone. Jason reaches out and tugs her cheer shirt further away from her skin until he can see the mark more clearly. His face darkens.

“So that’s where you were all weekend. Fucking the freak?!” Jason shouts and Y/N flinches, curling in on herself in fear.

“What I do has nothing to do with you,” Y/N meekly mutters and Jason snickers and grabs ahold of Y/N’s wrist and pulls her to him.

“You are still mine,” Jason growls at her. Suddenly, Y/N feels anger burn in her veins like she did when Jason humiliated Eddie.

“I am not yours,” Y/N spat, taking a step forward until she was up in Jason’s face. “I was never yours and I never will be,” Jason face falls into one of surprise before it returns back to his spiteful smirk.

“We’ll see about that. But from the look on the freaks little minion there, you’re gonna have to convince him otherwise,” He sneakers and Y/N turns just in time to see a mop of brown hair sprint out from the drama door.

“Shit!” Y/N yelped, pushing past Jason and running out the door.

Eddie plops himself on his usual chair in the cafeteria, his face cheerful and relax which was an odd sight for both Mike and Dustin who both look at each other.

“You alright, man?” Dustin asks and Eddie smiles widely reaching over and ruffling his hair.

“Couldn’t be better!” Eddie sighs plopping his face on his hand, eyes drifting over to the cheer table. His smile falls for a moment as he notices Y/N isn’t there. Just then Gareth comes sprinting into the cafeteria like he’s being chased. His eyes fall on Eddie and they widen instantly.

“Eddie!” He calls, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. He pants as he reaches the table, hand griping the table in support. “She’s using you!” He manages to breathe out. Eddie looks at him, his face pinched in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” Gareth gulps harshly.

“Y/N. She’s just using you man. Her and Carver have a thing going on, she’s using you to get back at him.” Eddie is quick to shake his head.

“No, no, man. You’re wrong,” But Gareth just shakes his head and looks at Eddie with pity.

“I just saw the two of them kissing in the drama room,” At that the whole cafeteria erupts in scandalous whispers. Eddie’s eyes for some reason shoot to Chrissy who hand reaches up and covers her mouth. Even from where he is sitting, he can see her blue eyes glisten with tears. Just then, Eddie sees Y/N walk into the cafeteria, Jason following shortly after. Y/N watches as Gareth turns to her with a hateful glare, she then turns to Eddie’s confused face. From the way the rest of student body is whispering, she knows Gareth has told Eddie. Eddie is quick to stand, his soft puppy eyes harden as he stares at her. Y/N freezes up as Eddie makes his way to her.

“Is it true?” He whispers, his voice betraying the hard look on his face, as it wobbles. Y/N looks to Gareth then to Eddie.

“Whatever he said was a lie,” Eddie scoffs and lets out a harsh laugh.

“So, you weren’t using me to get back at Carver?” Y/N suddenly tenses up and that makes Eddie smirk harshly at her. He sniffs and looks at Jason who watches the commotion with a smirk on his face.

“You know what, you two deserve each other. I’m out,” Eddie storms towards the cafeteria door. Eddie wanted to say more, scream at her but he didn’t have the energy. Y/N was just another person to prove he was right. People just use him, they never really want him, not really. He’s just a thing to pass the time.

Y/N still proceeds to stand there frozen but a snicker broke her. Her eyes turn to face the one who has caused her nothing but pain for three fucking years. Jason smirks gleefully as he watches the anger fill Y/N’s features.

“You are such an asshole!” Y/N suddenly yells, hands clenched in a fist by her side. “For three fucking years you have made my life fucking miserable and I’m so sick of it.” Y/N let out a sob suddenly and crowd watches as tears slip down her cheeks but Y/N is still focused on the blonde boy. “You used me! You were my best friend and you used me like I was nothing to you!” She sobbed out.  “I was fourteen when you casually asked me to have sex with you. And like a fool I said ‘yes’ because I stupidly thought you loved me, like I had loved you.” The crowd gasped at that but Y/N kept going. “But then one night after you finished fucking me, you told me that you were bored of me, that I wasn’t good enough anymore. That you wanted Chrissy instead,” Said girl looked up startled, her blue eye red from crying as she looked at her best friend and boyfriend. “It was then I realised that’s all I was to you. Just some pussy to keep your dick warm,”  Y/N sniffs and walks up to Jason, the crowd eying the scene with excitement. “But it’s this pussy that you can’t seem to let go off, isn’t that right Jason. Shall we tell everyone about how at every party you find some excuse to touch me, complaining about how Chrissy won’t put out, how you miss me soooo much!” Y/N looks him right in the eyes. “You’re the one that is obsessed not me, and let me make this fucking clear for you, I don’t want you Jason Carver. Maybe I did once upon a time but that was before Eddie.”

Y/N turns back to Gareth and the rest of Hellfire and smiles sadly at them. “I’ll admit at the beginning I did use Eddie but it wasn’t all fake. A-And I’m just really sorry,”

Dustin clears his throat, looking at the girl then the rest of the guys. Dustin could tell that Y/N generally cared for Eddie, it was obvious from how she was quick to tell everyone the truth, not caring about her reputation. But he wasn’t sure it was enough to fix her and Eddie. “You should apologise to him, not us,” Dustin admitted with a shrug. At that, Y/N sprinted out of the cafeteria, the door slamming off the wall at her force. The rest of the crowd mutter amongst themselves until Chrissy stands from the table and walks quickly towards Jason. His eyes widen at the sight of his angry girlfriend.

“Chrissy, baby, wait I-“

SLAP!

Jason’s face turns to left with how hard Chrissy had slapped him. A red hand print appeared on his right cheek instantly.

“Me and you are done! You got that!” Chrissy screams, the tears on her face have dried leaving trail marks on her foundation.

“She’s lying, Chrissy!” Jason begged, hands reaching out for her. But Chrissy slaps them away in disgust.

“She’s not,” Chrissy states, her voice trembling slightly. “No girl would air her dirty laundry in front of the whole school if she was lying.” And with that Chrissy stormed off, Jason trailing behind her pleading for her to listen to him.

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[gayfanservice]

It is I the lovely very gay Mel coming yet again to ask upon a fellow gremlin a request!

I'm thinking a reversal of rolls with this one like consider Bokuto the shape shifter who is rumored to live in the old mill deep in the woods.

Reader goes on a walk to idk escape parents or school or whatever is stressing him out and this great horned owl with bright yellow eyes and white and black feathers follows them.

They don't think much of it the sky is growing dark but they soon get lost. Scared and presumably alone in the forest Reader panics and Bokuto's like oh shit and leads him still in owl form the the old mill providing a safe space until morning.

Ya feel me?

Mmmmmperfect

Bad parents

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“Wrong.” Your mother scolded as you winced from the wrong note being played, “Try again. And don’t mess it up, just because the contest is in a month doesn’t mean you can slack off.” You slouched down, the belt to your dress pants digging into your stomach, “Straighten up! No slackers!” She smacked the ruler against her palm as you straightened up, playing the song over again. You’ve been practicing for hours for a contest you didn’t even want to participate in, your mother wanting a ‘Bread winner son’. You played, hitting all the right notes and becoming entranced by it. Sure, you hated playing against your will, but the melody was still as beautiful as ever.

The ruler came down beside you, accidentally hitting two notes at once. You straightened up as she glared at you, “What did-” There was a knock on your door. She gave you one last glance, “Go to your room.” She walked away as you silently went to your room, not wanting to have your mother anymore angry with you. The door closed with a soft click, flopping on your bed and staring at the ceiling. ‘This sucks,’ You looked out the window and into the forest that was outside of your village, the pretty green leaves dancing in the wind. You watched as people in carriages rode by, some on horse back, some just walking their horse. You looked back to the forest, a plan in your head.

You carefully opened your door, hearing the voices of your mothers friends from downstairs as you silently closed the door and crept across the hall to your mothers room. You opened her door, wincing at the creak it gave and making your way to the window. Your bedroom was facing a busy street, so doing this in broad daylight would not be a good idea. You opened the window, stepping out with your right foot before taking your left out and sat on the windowsill. You looked down at the ground, the fear suddenly evading your head. ‘No turning back now,’ You’ve already done so much, you can’t go back now. Your right foot touched the shingles below the window, the doorknob twisting as you got your left foot down.

You closed the window and pressed yourself to the house, trying not to fall or be seen by whoever almost walked in on you. You took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts before slowly sliding down the roof. You got to the edge, your legs dangling as you turned around and held on to the roof as you pushed yourself off, dangling there for a couple second before letting go. Your feet touched the ground before your ass connected with the soil. “Ow, damn legs…” You grunted as you made eye contact with one of your mother friends, staring at each other through the window before you got up and ran away. You’ll deal with it later. You made it around the house and crossed the dirt street, waving to a couple people on horse back.

You walked up to the forest entrance, looking back briefly before walking through the bushes. Your pants got stuck on a branch, tearing it off and getting a tear on them before continuing. You came upon flowers, looking at them with curiosity before picking one. You dropped it with a yelp, “Ow! Bastard,” You held your hand as a small scratch wept blood, wiping it on your pants before glaring at the bush of flowers and walking away. The stinging in your finger subsided as you came to a drop, a couple tree roots sticking out of the side as you sat down at the top. You stared at the ground before turning and lying down, your hands above your head as you pushed yourself down the hill. “Wo!”

You yelled, excitement going through your veins. A tree branch dug into your side, your rolling going lopsided and hitting more roots and rocks on the way down. You reached the bottom with a groan and sudden stop, “Shit,” Your now green-stained dress shirt had tiny cuts along it, a couple long brown spots from the mud. You got up, looking at the dirt all over your hands before continuing your stroll. You took lefts and rights, looking at all the flowers and even spotting some wildlife. You stopped, realizing it was getting dark and you had no idea where you were. You looked around, panic building up as tears started to gather in your eyes. The hoot of an owl startled you as a giant black and gray owl stopped in front of you.

“Oh, hello,” You said, crouching down, “Are you lost too?” The owls big, yellow eyes stared at you as it shook it’s head, at least it looked like it. “Oh, bummer.” You didn’t know why you were talking to an animal, but what else could you do? You were probably going to die, might as well have fun. You stared at it as you got a sudden chill, remembering you only had a dress shirt on. It turned its head around, “What the fuck…” You didn’t owls could do that. It looked back at you before flapping its wings, “Oh, bye,” It flew to a branch a little ways in front of you, staring. You sat there, not knowing what it wanted as it hooted at you. You lifted an eyebrow before getting up, following the owl as it took off again.

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The owl lead you to an old mill, the wood walls having cracks in them as the wheel moved with the water. You held up your arm, the owl landing on it before you realized these things were heavy and needed the help of your other hand to hold it up. “So, what now?” The owl stared at you before looking back at the door, “You want me to go in there?” It hooted. You walked up to the door and opened it, seeing the inside was nicely kept as another shiver went up your spine. You closed the door behind you, the owl taking flight and landing in front of the lit fire place. You tilted you head, the owl doing the same as you chuckled to yourself. “You’re a strange owl, owl.”

You walked up to in and sat down beside it, petting its head a couple times and yawning. The owl flew up the stairs, staring at you as you followed it into a bedroom. “Do you live here?” You stared at it, not actually thinking you would get an answer as the owl nodded. You sat on the bed, patting the spot beside you as the owl came over and sat beside you. “Night, little guy,” you got under the covers, receiving a hoot in reply.

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You woke up with a yawn, the owl nowhere to be seen a you walked down the stair. You froze as you saw someone in the kitchen, slowly backing up the stair. “Good morning!” He turned around, a plate of pancakes in his hands and confusion on his face. You turned back around, “Uh, okay.” You stared at him before pointing your thumb to the door, “I’m just… I’m just gonna go.” You jumped off the stairs and reached the doorknob, “But I made pancakes,” His hair deflated as he set the plate down on the table. You couldn’t say no. You walked back over to him, his hair going back to normal as you stood in front the table. “Sit, sit! I’ll get the plates,” You sat down as he grabbed plates and silverware, “So, who are you?”

His hair deflated and you didn’t know if this guy knew what physics were, “You don’t remember? I took you here…” He mumbled as he set the plates down, “You’re the owl?!” You gabbed the table and leaned forward, startling him, “Uh, yes?” Even he sounded confused by his answer. You stared at him for awhile, beads of sweat forming on his brow. “That is so cool!”

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Nice gremlin request for a nice gremlin writer

[junisfics]

Heavy Petting ft. Armin Arlert (Day V)

Focus: Heavy Petting

Warnings: Sexual Contact / Nsfw 18+

Word Count: 2k

They’ve been gone for three days, they should’ve been back within a few hours. Where the hell are they?

Armin left with the others days ago to go on a supply run. Days. This trip should have taken them only a few hours to get done. They’re on horseback, they should’ve been back ages ago.

“Stop sulking around waiting for them to get back, they most likely came across a live town and are trying to trade or something...” Eren explains.

He can’t blame me, how am I supposed to sit around doing nothing while Armin- they’re out there practically begging to be eaten alive. 

I pace Mikasa and I’s shared room in the cottage, Eren sitting on her bed as I walk from door to window and back again.

“You need to drink or something, you’re livid.” He says.

“You need to stop acting like youre completely unbothered. I know it pisses you off just sitting here, you hate being excluded from helping.” I spit back.

“You’re just acting like a bitch because you don’t have an eye on Armin for once,” He stands up, “You’re obsessive.”

“I-I am not! I- at least I care! You let Mikasa be a suicidal hero for you and you sit around doing nothing in return!” I shout at him

“She’s just chopping wood, you need to relax.” He groans

“She was just thrown around, she needs to rest!”

“They’re back.” He mutters.

“Shut up you bastard- wait what?” 

He stares blankly at the window before turning and making his way down the hall and downstairs. I’m on his heels, practically shoving him down the stairs before pushing past him. I hastily push open the door too see them getting off their horses and stabling them.

“Armin... Armin!” I cry out. I see his blond hair whip around as he turns to face me. He’s tying his horse back up into her stable.

“y/n! Sorry, we ended up getting turned around, it took a little longer than ex- oh.”

His sentence is cutoff as I run up to him and practically throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, his own make their way around my torso and I hold myself flush against him.

“We were only gone a few days, are you alright?” He asks, speaking into my hair.

I let go of him and take a few steps back to look at him. His hair is coated in sweat and dirt that sticks to his forehead. It’s obvious they came in contact with a few titans, the give away being the cuts and bruises that litter his hands and face along with few rips in his clothes.

“Yeah, sorry. Are you?” My hands prod at him, inspecting any possible injuries I missed before. I take his hands in mine, examining the surface cuts. Then, I take his face in my hands and shifting it slightly to look over it. My eyes get caught at a thin gash below his left eye.

It was supposed to be just a little supply run, to get food and medical supplies, that’s it.

“Ah-” He grimaces, jerking back at my touch. I let go of him.

“Go wash up then meet me in the kitchen. I need to clean it.” I gesture my head to the house

He disappears off to the backyard where the water spout is and I make my way back inside, a little to quickly for that.

He’s alive. He’s alive. Relax, y/n.

I through the kitchen cabinets for my medical box. I’m pulling things and shoving things around when I realize I had leant it to Jean.

“Jean!” I shout

“Jesus, y/n, I’m right here, what do you want?” He sets down what I assume to be a sack of potatoes onto the counter.

“Where’s my med bag?” I ask.

“I put it in your room, under your bed. I didn’t know where else it’d go.”

It’s right where he says it was. I take it apart and pull out alcohol, gauze, needles and sutures. I lay it out accordingly onto the bedside table. Staring at it, shifting each tool an embarrassing amount of times.

Relax, he’s fine. He’s here.

“y/n?” Armin says, rounding the door frame. 

His once dirt soaked hair is now clean and wet, messily hanging into his face. His shirt clings to his still damp skin. In the absence of the dirt I can now see bruises littered across his jaw and cheekbones. His forearms are all scratched up as well.

I pat beside me on the bed gently. He closes the door quietly and takes a seat beside me. I pour a bit of alcohol onto a gauze pad and hold him by his chin to keep him still. He winces when contact is met.

“Sorry, sorry” I mumble, wiping and patting at the gash below his eye.

When It’s as clean as I think it can get I reach for the sutures and tweezers, pushing it through the damaged skin as gently as I possibly can, “I’m sorry, I know”

I can feel his eyes boring into mine and I grow obviously uncomfortable as I try and complete my work.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks suddenly. His voice quiet, nervous.

I look down to his lips, a slit in the bottom one, then into his eyes. Slowly and sheepishly, I nod, letting my tools drop to the floor.

His lips meet mine, cold but soft. He takes my face in his hands and my own drop from his and reach around his neck to toy with his still damp hair. 

My heart lurches out of my chest, his fingers gently tracing the skin of my cheekbones. His touch is overwhelming and I feel my own skin growing hot. I grab at the front of his shirt, twisting it into my fist to pull him closer. 

I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about kissing Armin, actually, you’d have to be stupid to think I haven’t. 

“I- closer, come closer... please.” Armin mumbles quietly, his hands pulling at my waist.

I hesitate, but only momentarily, then make my way closer, shifting inch by inch before something inside him snaps and he pulls me atop him. Our lips detach and my forehead rests against his, my legs straddling his waist but he remains upright, his back up against the wall.

“Armin..” I’m out of breath, my chest noticeably raising up and down with every pant.

“Fuck, just kiss me.” He pleads and I do. I tilt my head down so my mouth meets his again, this time with more passion.

His hands skim up and down my sides and back, touching almost any place he can without overstepping his boundaries. He needs more, I can feel it. It’s almost too much to handle, my body and senses completely flooded by him. He’s everywhere all at once.

I shift slightly to be flush against him my hands still around his neck, pulling him closer. His grip drops to my hips and squeezes them harshly before taking in a sharp inhale. Before I can kiss him again he tilts his head slightly so our noses bump together.

“You- God- you can’t do that... please.” This time he’s the one out of breath, overwhelmed and his skin hot.

My eyes closed and lips still searching for his as he pleads.

“You don’t- God, y/n, stop fucking moving.” He hisses, sitting up even more so to where his nose is in line with my jaw.

Hearing him swear is a rare occasion, let alone multiple times. It’s captivating, the sexuality of his frustration is so incredibly attractive.

His breath is hot on my neck, I can feel his lips tracing gently before kissing the tender flesh. My eyes flutter shut and my mouth drops open, a shiver goes down my spine and to my center.

Oh. 

Tiny whimpers leave my lips and I feel his tongue lick up my jugular.

“Armin,” I breathe.

“I don’t want anything from you, just this... please.” His voice has dropped a few octaves.

It��s so much, but so not enough. I feel stupid, completely dumbed by him. My head is clouded and all I can even think about is him, his lips and his touch. His fingers are gentle as they slip under the hem of my shirt to tickle the skin there. Another pathetic sound escapes my mouth.

His hips shift and a wave of pleasure ripples through me. 

“Armin, I-I can feel you.” I giggle quietly and he pinches the supple skin of my hips.

“Shit, I’m sorry- God” He groans into the skin below my jaw and ear, “It’s just- you’re just perfect.”

He sucks gently on my skin, marking the surface with little nips and bites every so often. The warm and wet gliding of his tongue along my skin has me shaking in his lap and every move I make I can feel him beneath me.

My hands rake down his chest and stomach then up under his shirt. The muscles of his stomach tense beneath my fingers. I never expected Armin to be so muscular, yes he’s rather lean but my fingers can feel the obvious divots between his abs. 

As my hands feel over his hot skin, his chest begins to rise and fall at a more rapid pace. His once innocent hands begin to sheepishly travel towards my backside. I try to encourage him by arching my back ever so slightly... and I wouldn’t say that hurt our situation but it definitely didn’t... help.

A groan rumbles deep in his chest as I do so and his grip on my lower back releases so he can grab my face and pull me away from him. My hands rest on the bare skin of his chest as he looks into my eyes and holds my jaw between his hands.

“You drive me insane.” He says under his breath, more to himself than to me.

His thumb follows the dips and mounds of my lips before finding resting tenderly against the center of my bottom lip. He uses his thumb to pull it down before letting it flick back up.

I try to lean forward to catch his lips in mine but he holds me still. A tiny smile upturns the corners of his lips as I try again with no prevail, only bumping the tips of our noses together once more. My mouth hangs open faintly, begging him to kiss me again.

I dig my nails into his bare chest, scratching gently.

“Ah-shit” He hisses, his eyes fluttering closed and head resting back against the wall.

“Kiss me, please.” I whisper, “Please.”

He blushes, pulling his head off the wall and looking into my eyes. I will never be able to get over how absolutely beautiful he is. The cool depths of his blue eyes are captivating; the gentle rises and falls of the bone structure in his face, the flexing of his muscles with every movement is so incredibly alluring.

He taunts me, leaning in then leaning out once I do the same. His pretty teeth showing with every smile.

I open my mouth and poke out my tongue, taking it and reaching to lick at his open lips. He twitches beneath me and I snicker quietly.

“Hey y/n! Have you seen Armin, Eren wants- oh!” Sasha pushes open the door and I scramble off of him, stumbling to the floor and taking a seat there. 

“Eren! I found him!” She calls to downstairs, then returns to us, “I knew it!”

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All Men Have Limits - III

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,500+

Previously on…

Bruce was having yet another night without sleep. It happened often. And similar to the rest of the family, he just learned to function on very few hours of sleep.

So, he decided to make his way down to the kitchen.

But as he walked down the long hallway of bedrooms, he noticed that Y/N’s door was open. He glanced inside to see that it was empty and her bed was still neatly made from this morning. 

He looked down at this watch to see that it was almost 5AM.

A part of Bruce expected to find Y/N snacking or drinking coffee. But she wasn’t in the kitchen either.

Bruce sighed, realizing where she’d be and made his way down to the cave.

He expected to find Y/N with her eyes bloodshot and shoulders hunched over at the computers.

What he didn’t expect was to find Y/N passed out, slouched in the chair, knees in her chest and head balanced on the palm of her hand. How her elbow stayed propped up on the arm of the chair was beyond Bruce.

He smirked at the sight.

Perhaps she’d been spending too much time around the Wayne family. She was starting to adopt their bad habit of exhausting themselves.

Bruce knew she would be irritated if he moved her. But, honestly, he didn’t really care.

Carefully, Bruce slipped his arms behind her back – separating her from the chair – and then behind her knees, slowly lifting her into his arms.

Even though the movement was extremely smooth, Y/N still stirred.

“I was just taking a cat nap,” Y/N mumbled, but couldn’t even open her eyes to make the argument compelling. “I’m still working.”

“No, you’re not. Time to get some sleep.”

“Mmmm. Fine,” she slurred and tucked her head into his neck.

Bruce wasn’t sure if her mind even put together that it was him carrying her.

But he savored the closeness as he carried her out of the cave and up the stairs to the second floor of the manor.

When they got to her bedroom, Bruce put her down on the bed so softly, that she didn’t even feel it. Then he bent down to take off her shoes and unfolded the covers to tuck her in.

Just as Bruce reached the door.

Y/N woke up slightly and muttered, “Night, Bruce.”

His hand froze on the doorknob. It was so quiet that he wasn’t even sure if he had imagined it. But he couldn’t find the courage to turn and face her.

So he shut the door and let her sleep.

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“Where’s Y/L/N?” Damian asked the table.

She usually ate breakfast with them.

“Still sleeping,” Bruce answered without looking up from the newspaper. “No one bother her today. She needs to rest,” that made him look up and give a warning look to Tim, Damian, and Dick.

Then Jason came stomping into the kitchen.

He grabbed a pastry and ate it standing up, getting crumbs all over the floor.

“Where’s ladylove?” He asked with his mouth so full that he looked like a chipmunk.

Bruce ignored him and looked back down at the paper.

But Dick frowned at him. “Don’t call her that.”

“What do you care?” Jason laughed.

Dick didn’t dignify the question with an answer. He just thrust his chair back and shoved Jason’s shoulder as he stormed past him.

“What’s his fucking deal?” Jason asked once he was out of ear shot.

“Watch your language,” Bruce warned with a glare from behind his paper.

Jason exhaled a laugh. “I’m not a kid. I also don’t live under your roof anymore.”

“And I consider that a gift,” Damian muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jason smacked the back of his head.

Damian flew out of his seat and lunged for him. “I will end you, Todd!”

“Maybe when you hit puberty, demon spawn.”

“Damian!” Bruce shouted to get his son’s attention. His son snapped to attention. But then Bruce’s tone was eerily calm when he continued with, “Control your anger.”

It was something they’d been working on since Damian arrived at the manor. Bruce guessed that Damian would always have a temper. But he needed to learn how to control it. Through time and practice, he got better.

Damian took in a deep breath, but still looked like he wanted to murder Jason.

“I will be training,” Damian announced through an irritated sigh before leaving.

Bruce glared at Jason. “Don’t push him.”

“He started it.”

“You claim you’re not a kid, so don’t act like one.”

“Speaking of kids…” Jason started with a smile.

Bruce swiftly stood up. “Don’t even try.”

Then he was gone as well, leaving just Jason and Tim.

“Well, it appears everyone is in a rather bad mood this morning,” Jason joked.

But there was no response from Tim.

“Are you sleeping with your eyes open?!?” Jason yelled.

That woke up Tim and he jumped. “Huh? What?”  

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Y/N would’ve slept the whole day if she hadn’t smelled the coffee and breakfast.

She winced as she woke up to see if her mind was playing tricks on her.

But on top of her nightstand sat a beautiful, antique tray with a full American breakfast on it, a cup of water, a giant mug of coffee, and a little vase with a tiny flower in it – a single, pink peonie.

Y/N rubbed her eyes awake with a shy smile.

Alfred was way sneakier than she realized if he could bring in a full tray like this and not even wake her up. She must be far more exhausted than she originally thought.

But then a piece of paper caught her eye. A note.

Y/N reached for it.

In the neatest handwriting Y/N had ever seen, she read:

“Perhaps you should take the day to relax. I apologize for my behavior last night.”

Y/N snorted at the word ‘behavior.’ Everything he had done last night was passive. It was more of an energy and tension than actual behavior. But Y/N had to give him credit for being aware of it. He had annoyed her last night, especially when Dick somehow took the fall for her own actions regarding her own life.

She ate the food at a disturbingly fast rate, not realizing how starved she’d felt until taking the first bite.

She would definitely miss Alfred’s cooking when she finally left Wayne Manor… whenever the hell that would be.

Y/N hoped it was sooner rather than later.

‘No, you don’t. Liar.’ A voice said inside her head.

Once Y/N had finished eating at light speed, she threw on a pair of baggy jeans and a cropped sweatshirt. She grabbed her coffee and carried it through the hallway.

She heard typing coming from Bruce’s office. He hadn’t used the room since she starting stay at the manor. So, her curiosity got the best of her and she leaned into the doorframe.

Bruce was wearing a navy polo that fit tight on his toned body. He was behind the desk, typing on the computer with his brow folded in concentration.  

He immediately noticed her presence and looked up from his work.

“Hi,” she said shyly before she leaned her back into the doorframe and took a sip of coffee.

“Hi,” he smiled back.

“Thank you for the breakfast.”

Bruce leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. “I can’t take credit for the actual cooking,” he admitted with a smirk.

“Oh, I know.” Then she looked around the study. “I was on my way to the cave when I heard you in here.”

Bruce frowned at that. “I thought you were going to take the day off.”

“I think you thought I was taking the day off.” Then she raised an eyebrow and glanced at all the work spread out on his desk. “Maybe you should take a break.”

“This is Wayne Enterprises, not my…nighttime…activities.”

Y/N shrugged and sipped more coffee. “Still work.”

Bruce rubbed his face. “Guess so.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Y/N walked into the room and didn’t break eye contact. “If you take the day off, so will I.”

She expected Bruce to immediately shoot down her offer.

But he was smirking as he considered her proposition.

“Deal,” he told her before standing up and walking out from behind the desk.

He got unnecessarily close, invading her space.

Bruce held out his hand.

Y/N grinned at the formal gesture, but shook his hand.

But when their hands gripped together, the gesture no longer felt formal. It felt intimate. Y/N’s grin fell when she acknowledged it.

“What did you have in mind?” Bruce asked. He put his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

If he felt the same intimacy as she had, he didn’t show it.

Y/N cleared her throat. “How about something simple? Maybe a walk?”

Bruce nodded slowly. “A walk sounds good.”  

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Y/N sassed.

He shook his head and almost rolled his eyes before gesturing to the door, silently telling her to go first.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was getting an informal tour of the grounds at Wayne Manor from the owner himself.

Y/N listened closely, genuinely finding all the history interesting. Bruce was surprisingly a good storyteller – even if he was more informative than colorful.

“I know you had a hard childhood. But it still must’ve been nice growing up in a place like this,” Y/N tried to tell him.

“I suppose so.”

He glanced at Y/N and found her giving him an encouraging look, as if she was silently begging him to say more, to share more.

But he left it at that.

“Damian is rather fond of animals. That’s why we updated the old outbuilding. He keeps his horses there…amongst other things.”

Y/N chuckled and nodded, “He was telling me about Batcow the other day.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate me telling you this, but I think Damian has enjoyed having you around – all the boys have.”

Y/N hummed and turned to fully face Bruce. “And what about you? Have you enjoyed having me around?”

“Wayne Manor is the safest place for you right now.”

“That’s not what I asked, Bruce.”

But he already knew that.

Y/N waited. Because she wasn’t going to let him ignore her question.

“Dick has taken quite a liking to you,” Bruce said quietly.

“Don’t change the subject,” Y/N snapped.

He opened his mouth to continue, but she cut him off.

“We’re not talking about me and Dick. We’re talking about me and you.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

Y/n took a step closer to him. “Why did you kiss me the other night?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Did you not want me to?”

“What does it matter?” Y/N sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I want to know what you’re thinking. I thought I put up walls. But you give me nothing, Bruce. Absolutely nothing. One second I think you see me as a nuisance, then the next you’re fucking kissing me.”

“You’re not a nuisance.”

“Oh, he speaks!” Y/N threw up her arms.  

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He asked evenly.

Always calm and collected. Overly polite. Controlled. Closed off.

“Forget it,” Y/N breathed and started walking back to the manor.

But after she was a few yards away, she realized she wanted to say one last thing and turned back around.

“Not that it matters. But I did. I did want you to kiss me.”

“Then why did you run away?” Bruce asked.

“Because I knew you would do it eventually. And I was trying to protect myself.”

-

So much for a “day off.” When Y/N was upset, she turned to her work to take her mind off of things. Was it denial? Was it displacement? She didn’t like to dwell on it. And most of the time, there was no one in her life to call her out for it.

Y/N thought she was emotionally distant, but Bruce won that race by a landslide. And she found it infuriating.

It was interactions like the one she just had that made Y/N think everything Dick tried to tell her about how Bruce saw her was utter bullshit.

Y/N arrived to the cave with an energy she was definitely not expecting.

Damian and Dick were training on the lower level while Tim and Jason observed from the sides.

Y/N had seen footage of each of them fighting before. It was one of the research pieces she’d watched while investigating them before figuring out their identities. But seeing it in person was a completely different experience.

Dick was using his escrima sticks,  while Damian had his katana.

Jason noticed her arrival and made his way over with a smirk.

“Was wondering when you’d wake up,” he greeted.

“Please tell me that’s a sword for training and not an actual blade,” Y/N asked nervously while her eyes followed the two dancing around each other. She could even hear the blade slicing through the air.

“Don’t worry. They won’t seriously hurt each other.” He had a little side smirk. “Especially since Dick is Damian’s favorite.”

Y/N looked at Jason. “I always assumed Bruce was his favorite.”

He shrugged. “Dick’s been a father to Damian far more than Bruce ever has.”

She didn’t have anything to say to that. It caught her by surprise a bit.

“Can you fight?” Jason asked her.

Her eyes widened. “No. I don’t know how to do…anything. I did one of those boxing workout classes. I hated it. All the instructors are male models, and that’s their side hustle.”

“I can assure you that was not boxing,” Jason laughed. “Why haven’t asked one of us?”  

Y/N shrugged. “Seems like a waste of your time.”

“No, it sounds like a fun time,” Jason corrected.

She laughed at that.

They both watched the two again.

A few moments went by before Y/N quietly added, “I have a gun. I don’t really know how to use it. But I thought it was necessary with my…line of work.”

Jason nodded slowly. “These pansies have a certain aversion to guns.” He looked down at her. “If you need me to show you a few basics, let me know.”

Y/N quickly looked at him. “T-Thank you.”

He laughed. “Don’t look so surprised.”

Jason Todd may have been labeled an anti-hero or even a criminal at one point. But deep down, he was still a Wayne. And even though he had the reputation of the bad boy, they all knew he was a sweetheart deep down. However, Y/N was now just seeing it.

Y/N jumped when Damian was slammed to the ground.

“Jesus,” she hissed.

“He’s fine,” Jason insisted.

But then he leaned closer and started pointing out certain moves to her. 

“With Dick’s gymnastics background, he incorporates a lot more acrobatics and moves that require more flexibility. He’s good at improvisation. He also leans more toward taekwondo. But with his escrima sticks, he also uses arnis.”

He looked down to make sure he wasn’t boring Y/N before he continued.

“He almost moves like a dancer,” she thought aloud, proving she was interested and engaged.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “Whereas Damian is still a kid. It’s less about power and more about agility. Before he got here, he was trained to kill. He’s mastered the sword better than any of us – but don’t tell him I said that. Damian’s had to adjust his technique and turn it non-lethal.” He smirked, “Just think devil ninja and that pretty much sums it up.”

Y/N laughed.

“And Tim?” She asked.

“Tim leans towards Kobudo, which is an ancient style developed by the Japanese. He prefers to use a battle staff. He’s smaller, so his technique is very calculated and controlled. Every move he makes counts for something. He’s extremely observant and can read his opponents like a book. Dick tries to create his openings, while Tim waits for the exact right moment.”

“Smart,” Y/N commented.

Jason nodded in agreement.

She turned back to him. “And you? What’s your style?”

“Brutal,” a voice said behind them.

Y/N whipped around to see Bruce standing behind them with his arms crossed. He’d changed, and was now wearing a tank top and sweatpants. Clearly he came down with the intention to train as well.

Jason didn’t seem surprised nor did he acknowledge him, meaning he probably knew the moment Bruce had arrived. He just didn’t care to notice him outwardly.

“Wing chun. Heavy-weight boxing. Krav Maga,” Bruce continued as if he was just listing of stats. “Angry…” he shrugged, “sometimes reckless.”

Jason scoffed at that.

“And he can’t seem to get over his complex for guns,” Bruce finished.

Jason turned to him. He was just an inch or so taller than Bruce. But he looked like he was twice the width and his muscles were somehow even bigger.

“Should we give her a show, B?” Jason offered with amusement.

“We’re not a spectacle, Jason.”

Jason looked down to Y/N. “Such a party pooper this one.”

She smirked at his sass. Bruce was not in her good graces right now, so she would support any and all mocking of him.

Y/N hadn’t even looked at Bruce since he arrived. And now she was choosing it as a perfect time to finally make her way to her computers and away from him.

Jason didn’t miss the cold shoulder. “What did you do to piss off yet another woman?”

Bruce glared at him, and walked down to the training area with the boys.

Jason followed after him. 

He looked back and forth between Bruce and up at Y/N, a plan developing in his head.

“$100 bucks Bruce can lay out Dick in two minutes,” Jason said loud enough that Y/N could hear him.

Tim and Damian shared a smirk.

Bruce and Dick glared at him.

“I’m not betting against that,” Damian announced.

Tim smiled. “But I will.”

Dick shook his head in submission, “Fine.”

Bruce needed the practice, even though he was aware Jason had ulterior motives with his request. So he just gave Dick a look of consent.

Y/N tried to ignore what was happening, even though Jason made it very clear for her. She heard the sound of fists and feet hitting skin. He heard their grunts of pain and exertion.

It wasn’t until she heard Dick torment Bruce with, “Come on, old man,” that Y/N couldn’t help but turn to watch them below the platform she worked on.

Dick’s teasing worked, but not in his favor.

Bruce no longer took it easy on him. Maybe that’s what Dick wanted, but he was now on the defense.

They were fighting hand to hand. No escrima sticks or gadgets. Just hand-to-hand combat.

Y/N could tell the that Dick was starting to get frustrated. 

Bruce, however, seemed completely calm. He knew all of the boys’ fighting styles and taught them the majority of what they knew. There was a part of Bruce in all of them. It almost made for an unfair fight. 

Their movements got faster and faster. Y/N was struggling to figure out what was even happening anymore.

But just when she was about to give up her observing and get back to work, Bruce managed to get a proper grip on Dick and flipped him over his shoulder.

Dick landed on his back hard. So hard, that Y/N heard the smack and the sound alone made her feel sick.

Y/N gasped, and put a hand in her mouth when the sound came out louder than she expected.

Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Dick glanced up at her.

But Bruce was staring down at his opponent.

“Your weight placement was off and you know how to get out of that hold,” Bruce lectured. “You know better.”

Dick glared up at him.

Bruce offered him a hand up, but Dick ignored it.

“I know,” Dick growled as he got to his feet.

“You’re letting yourself get frustrated. It’s causing your mistakes.”

“I said I know,” Dick snapped louder this time.

Before an argument could really start, Alfred made his presence known by clearing his throat.

All the boys looked up at him, as well. 

“What is it?” Bruce asked.

“I was rather certain you’d forgotten. Seems I was right.” Alfred cleared his throat. “I came to remind you all that the annual gala for the Martha Foundation is tomorrow night at the manor.”

“Can’t we reschedule it,” Damian whined.

Bruce shook his head. “The Court of Owls is made of Gotham’s elite – many of who are invited. If we cancel, it will cause suspicion.”

“You can’t honestly think we should risk that with Y/N being here,” Dick called out, gesturing up towards Y/N.

Bruce and Dick had a silent conversation.

Y/N knew it was about her, so she did not appreciate being excluded.

“Oh, wow. Looks like one of my safe houses is finally more secure than this place,” Y/N spoke up melodramatically.

But she should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy to escape.

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Next chapter is gonna be fun, guys. 😈 But let me know what you thought of this one. 

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“Hiii how are you!!!!! Can you please make one with Annie and Hange (They/them) (Separately please if u’d like!) because of something the reader did (Totally for u to decide!) and it becomes a whole deal and the reader ends up apologizing with cute tears in their eyes AND it SOMEHOW became a hot make-out session😏 so a lil bit of smut (HEHEHEHE) for the rest u can do anything u like! Oh and please fem!reader, tysm🥺🥺 enjoy ur day sweetheart!”

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Gotcha! I’m gonna have to cut the smut part a little short because there are two people (so it’d make it too long if I did finish the smut parts), but you can totally request a continuation of this post in a separate request if you’d like!

Anyway, I’ll be starting them both off the same because it’s the same scenario, but I’ll label them when I get to each individual person.

Stupid Decisions

(Annie Leonhart x Reader) (Zoe Hange x Reader)

AU: Canon

Category: Fluff, hurt/comfort (maybe?), some smut

Warnings: None

Summary: You make a risky decision while on a mission, and it ends up worrying your partner to no end. Still, when you two reunite, things go... a little different than expected.

Words: 3.0K

You knew you were in for it once your squadron returned to base.

Your squad, or, more so, you specifically, had disobeyed direct orders from commander Erwin. He had ordered for all troops to retreat, but you had been insistent to him that there was still a squad held up by titans that needed to be saved. He showed no remorse, and his unwavering decision to retreat stayed on. So, in the only thing you could think to do at the time, you pivoted your horse and charged straight at the titans and to the rescue of the stranded soldiers, your squad following after you short thereafter, despite their angry yelling.

The group of soldiers thanked you immensely for your help, but everyone else was displeased. You knew the reaction from your superiors wasn’t going to be especially pleasant, but that was nothing compared to what you had to do next.

Annie Leonhart:

You approached the door hesitantly, taking a deep breath and readying yourself for what waited you on the other side of the door; your girlfriend.

After collecting yourself, you balled up your fist and quietly knocked on the wooden door.

“Who is it?” A muffled voice asked from the other side of the door apprehensively.

You cleared your throat nervously before you began speaking. “Uh, it’s Y/n.” There was a short but heavy silence before you heard shuffling on the other side of the door.

It creaked open wordlessly, and your girlfriend, Annie, stood there staring up at you with a less than pleased expression. Still, she turned her body and opened the door just a little wider in order to allow you inside, and you stepped in quietly, and took a seat on her bed. She closed the door, but instead of joining you on the bed, she leaned against the door, arms folded firmly across her chest.

Somehow, you already knew what was on her mind before she even said anything. “Annie I-”

“What on Earth were you thinking.” She spat out, not even looking at you. Your jaw snapped shut immediately, silenced by Annie’s words. Just as you had thought - she was upset with you.

A tense, almost uncomfortable silence passed over the room, with Annie quieting once again, and you at a loss for words. You almost wondered how long it would be until someone spoke, because you were sure you could’ve heard a pin drop in the silence.

Finally she continued. “You were given direct orders to retreat, weren’t you?” She brought herself up off the wall and faced you directly, and you shrunk helplessly under her glare. “But you just had to go back for those idiots, didn’t you?”

She wouldn’t even lie to herself for a moment. It was just like you to go back and save people - somehow, that was just in your nature. But she couldn’t mask her disappointment. Truthfully, she was proud of your bravery and skills. But, more than anything, she was worried for you, and for your safety. She couldn’t imagine her world without you. She needed to make sure she never lost you.

“Don’t you understand it, Y/n?” She bit her fingernails - a bad habit she had been meaning to kick - with a troubled look on her face, and it almost seemed like she was talking to herself more so than you. Almost.

“You could’ve gotten seriously hurt! Don’t you realize how stupid that was?!” She raised her volume more and more, her tone getting considerably angrier. “What could have possibly gone through your head to convince you that that was a good idea?! Did you- did you even bother thinking at all?! About how quickly you could’ve led yourself and your squad to their deaths?! How easily you could’ve added ten more lives to the list of casualties?!”

She stepped forward suddenly, gripping your shoulders firmly. She didn’t want to sound so harsh, but she really needed to get the idea through your head.

“Did you even bother thinking at all?!” She shook your shoulders lightly, trying to pry a reaction out of you as you hung you head low, not showing your face at all. “Well?!”

She waited impatiently for a response, but she heard none. She was about to continue on about your lack of regard for yourself, and your blind hopefulness in battle, but her words died in her throat when a drop of something fell from your face, landing silently on your thigh. Her expression softened as a twinge of sympathy made it’s way to her chest. 

She dropped down to one knee to confirm for herself, and her eyes widened as she was deemed correct.

You were crying.

You choked back quiet sobs as tears fell silently from your face, making your vision far too blurry to make out Annie’s sorrowful expression.

Well shit. 

She knew she needed to be firm in her stance if she wanted you to listen, but making you cry was never a part of the plan.

She ditched the uncaring persona immediately, an overwhelming urge to comfort you overtaking her. She wrapped an arm around your back to pull your crying face into her chest, quietly shushing you.

“Y/n? Y/n, I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to make you upset... Please stop crying...” She pulled your head closer into her, rubbing soothing circles into your back as you sobbed quietly.

You weren’t oblivious to anything she was saying. You knew it was dangerous, unsafe, and most of all, a stupid decision. It had been eating you up, the thought of what would’ve happened if it had gone wrong. As much as you wanted to keep your composure in front of your girlfriend, the stress and the yelling just broke the barrier of tears from your eyes as you sniffled into her chest.

After a moment, she shifted the two of you to lie on your sides, and she reached her hand down to pull a blanket over top of the two of you, warmth enveloping you comfortingly.

“Y/n... I didn’t mean to upset you. I just... I was just worried about you. If something ever happened to you...” She paused, and you could practically feel her breathing hitch from your spot on her chest.

She didn’t finish her sentence, but she didn’t need to. You understand what she meant.

She continued to cuddle into you, cradling your head into her chest and shushing you soothingly. One hand ran delicately through your loose locks of hair while the other slipped under your shirt to rub circles on your bare back. After a while of silent comfort, your cries died down to quiet sniffling.

Finally, you turned your face to peer up at her from her chest, gazing into her eyes sorrowfully. Despite the harsh, icy coloring of her irises, you looked into them and saw nothing but gentle admiration, mixed with a twinge of sympathy.

“Annie...” You said faintly, the first words that either of you had spoke for at least the past twenty minutes. “Sorry... I... I understand now that what I did was risky and stupid, I just wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I’m sorry...” You muttered out an apology, and the vulnerability and intimacy of it made a pink blush rise to your cheeks.

“No no,” Annie interjected quickly, wasting no time to respond to your apology. “You don’t need to apologize, Y/n. I was being way too harsh to you. I didn’t mean to make you cry, I’m sorry.”

You smiled up at her, glad that she was no longer angry at you. You always hated fighting with the blonde, and you knew she hated it too.

A beat of silence passed whilst you two stared into each others’ eyes longingly, before Annie made a move on the tense silence, grabbing your chin and moving your face closer to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as your lips neared, and you did the same, before closing the gap in an affectionate, apologetic kiss.

Her lips were as soft as they always were, and just the presence of her lips against your own calmed you down, a warm aura soon filling the room. You wished the moment could last forever, simply basking in the moment while you had the time. You were so caught up in the kiss that you failed to realize the hand under your shirt was slowly slinking up your back and...

*SNAP*

Annie had brought the back of your bra up and off your skin, before letting go and letting the fabric snap against your back harshly. You squeaked at the contact, pulling away from the kiss instinctively, as a small stinging sensation spreading from the spot on your upper back.

She only smiled at your cute reaction, before pulling your lips back to hers more hungrily this time. She bit your bottom lip as if asking for entrance of her tongue in your mouth, and you gave in right away. She grazed the wet muscle against your teeth teasingly, before diving in further to explore your mouth.

After a moment of unexpected, but heated passion, you pulled away from her to catch your breath, pants falling from your lips as a thin trail of saliva still connected you to her.

“Annie?” You question breathlessly. “What’s... what’s this about?”

She only chuckled, and looked to the side, hiding the pink blush on her cheeks. “Ah, Y/n, you’re just too cute. I couldn’t help myself.”

She gazed down at your flustered face, and took note of the bewilderment on your features. “We can stop if you-”

“No!” You responded, perhaps sounding too eager. You covered the lower portion of your face with your arm in embarrassment before continuing. “We can... we can keep going.”

“Are you sure?” She questioned once again. “I’m only gonna do this if you want me to Y/n-”

“I want to, don’t worry.” You sighed, already feeling the warm, wet arousal pool in between your legs.

Annie smiled at the opportunity before shifting positions a bit, landing you on your back, pinned under her. She brought her mouth to your neck, trailing ghosting kisses along the skin as you whimpered quietly. Slowly, she worked her way down your abdomen, slinking under the blanket as she groped your breasts hungrily and brought her mouth to the area where your lower stomach and groin region met. She pulled down your trousers, along with whatever underwear you were wearing, down to your ankles, before planting a kiss directly on your swollen clit, eliciting a moan from you, which only seemed to encourage her more.

You had no idea how things had escalated into this, but damn, you were not apologizing.

Zoe Hange:

You hesitated in front of the section commander’s door, your closed fist hovering over the wood vacantly stagnantly. You had to knock, of course, you needed to talk with your partner, but you knew how scary they were when they were angry. They would never hurt you, you knew that, but that didn’t stop them from being intimidating.

A loud crash from the other side of the door startled you out of your thoughts as you let out a subtle gasp. Yeah, they’re pissed... You sighed internally, being loudly reminded of their habit of throwing furniture when angry.

Still, you swallowed your fear and braced yourself, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door quietly.

The ruckus on the other side abruptly stopped, almost like the chaos itself got curious by the noise.

The door opened wordlessly, and Hange stood tall on the other side of the doorframe, staring down at you, their usual bright face stained with frustration and annoyance. Your eyes shifted over their shoulder and gazed on in amusement at the upturned table in the corner of the room.

After a moment of silence, you expected at the very least for Hange to step aside and let you inside, but they didn’t budge.

“Hange?” You spoke up curiously.

They provided no verbal response, instead grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into the room, before shutting the door and slamming you against it harshly.

“Y/n!” Hange spat, their face hovering inches away from yours. Most of the times, such close proximity would be a welcome development, but at this moment, it was terrifying. They had not the optimistic grin they usually did, but instead an angry scowl. “What were you thinking?! Disobeying Erwin’s orders like that, I can’t believe you Y/N!!” They shook your shoulders, rattling you against the doorframe.

“Do you not have respect for him as a commander?! Don’t you realize there’s a reason he had ordered to you to retreat, dammit!” They released their grip on your shoulders, turning around to throw their hands in the air dramatically, before balling them up and punching a nearby bookshelf, breaking the wood and causing a multitude of books to fall to the floor.

They continued pacing around angrily, eyes fixed on the ground, seemingly lost in thought. They continued to walk in circles, their energy alone filling the room with a tense air. It stayed this way until they heard a quiet sound from the direction of the door.

Was that... Hange thought, turning around to face you, a sniffle?

Their eyes widened as they were proved correct, the tears in your eyes being a very distressing sight to them.

“Y/n!” Hange half-shouted, running over to you to survey what was going on. “What is it?!”

You sniffled again and wiped your eyes with your sleeve, struggling to find words for what you were thinking. You knew Hange didn’t mean to be, but they were incredibly scary when angry. Watching them march around and throw or punch things couldn’t help but make you frightened.

“I... I...” You sniffled. You expected more pushing from Hange, but you were caught off guard by arms wrapping around your neck and your face being pressed into the cloth of Hange’s shirt as she held you delicately.

Suddenly calmed down from their little tantrum, they held your head into your chest and soothingly shushed your cries.

“I’m sorry, did I scare you darling?” They whispered, concern lacing their voice. “I... I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry, Y/n.” They continued stroking your hair, and you latched your arms onto them, tugging at the back of their shirt.

“S-Sorry Hange...” You whimpered. “I didn’t mean to worry you... or disobey orders... I just... I couldn’t let them...” You couldn’t find it in you to continue, but Hange knew what you where going to say nonetheless.

“Don’t apologize.” Hange responded almost immediately. “You have nothing to apologize for.” They lulled, rubbing your back tenderly in a way that made you sigh into their chest as you felt the stress and tension dissolve off of your body. “I understand why you did it. I... I let my emotions get ahold of me. I shouldn’t be so aggressive around you like that.” They said, swallowing their pride in order to issue a proper apology.

You sniffled into their chest, your crying dying down as they continued to comfort you in a way that only a lover could do.

You stayed like that for a while, until you felt a small tug on the back of your head as Hange gently pulled your head out of their chest. They slouched over slightly, coming so close that your faces were inches apart, staring shamelessly at your lips.

“Can I?” They asked permission politely, and got their answer immediately as you closed the gap, colliding your lips with theirs.

The shock on Hange’s face lasted a microsecond at most, easing into the sudden kiss aimlessly, glad to enjoy this moment with you.

The kiss was only sensual for a moment, before Hange suddenly pushed their tongue past your lips easily, causing you to whine into their mouth.

You felt their hands slink lower down your back, and before long, they were seated comfortably on your ass. They lifted you up off the ground quickly, and you wrapped your legs around Hange’s waist securely so you didn’t fall. You felt Hange walking somewhere, but you were too caught up in making out to notice.

You finally felt them stop and set you down somewhere, and, to your dismay, they disconnected your lips from theirs, a trail of saliva still connecting your lips. You took a moment to both catch your breath and survey your surroundings.

Quickly, you realized that you had been set down right on Hange’s work desk, many scattered papers and documents lay flat right under where you sat.

Without warning, their lips returned to yours harshly, and your mouth immediately opened in submissiveness, allowing Hange more access to the inside of your mouth. You felt one of their large hands trail over the fabric of your shirt before dipping into the waistband of your pants and into your panties.

They slowly ran their finger up and down your clit, causing you to whine and whimper into their mouth as you continued to make out. Your arms flew around Hange’s neck to pull them closer to you, and your hips bucked into their hand to get more pressure on your clit.

Hange obliged to your silent pleas, dipping a finger into your folds, the wetness allowing it to slide in all the way up to the knuckle effortlessly. A strangled gasp left your lips as you disconnected from them abruptly, shutting your eyes in pleasure.

“You’re so wet for me, hm?” They cooed, sliding their finger out once again. You had no chance to give any sort of response, though, before they thrust their finger into you again, harsher this time. The sudden action and the spark of pleasure it sent up your spine caused a lewd moan to spill from your throat. You immediately blushed at the noise, though, covering your mouth in shame.

Your eyes finally met Hange’s, and they had a very primal, sadistic look on their face, a coy grin plastered across their face.

“You’re so cute, Y/n.” They smiled, pulling their finger out, leaving you feeling empty.

They walked over to a drawer on their nightside table, and you raised an eyebrow in confusion, before you remembered what they kept in the drawer.

They looked through, before picking up two strap-ons. One long and thick, and the other smaller with textured bumps on it.

“So,” they smiled, “Do we want the blue one or the green one today?

Sorry, this is kinda bad lol

Also, this took like too weeks lolllll whoops

[royalwilmon]

hi friend best, if you're not against writing from something other than wilhelm/simon perspective, I'd love to know how rosh feels about wilhelm when she makes the decision to subject him to "falling in love with simon because he's singing better than christina aguilera" feels - please and tack x

even though this is about bound to you in ch6, this convo takes place during ch5 so the title is from sanctuary and not bound to you!!! this takes place the thursday night before karaoke (oct 7). rosh is hanging out at simon's after school!

i'll give you something so real (call me up late #8)

this is part of a series of drabbles that give a closer look at what is going on behind the screens of call me up late. i want to do a bunch of these over time so please let me know which parts of cmul you want to see more from!!

“What are you going to sing for me on my birthday?” Rosh teased, pelting a piece of popcorn in Simon’s general direction. Simon caught this one midair and popped it into his mouth. His neutral smile turned into a smirk.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“It’s gonna have to be good if you want to one-up last year.”

“I don’t think I have it in me,” Simon replied with a loud, overdramatic sigh. “Sometimes if I step on it the wrong way, my ankle still hurts from when I fucked it up with that choreo.”

Rosh remembered this well. Simon used his “injury” as an excuse to get out of everything for practically the entire year. Not again. Not if Rosh had anything to do with it.

“For your own safety, and the safety of your adoring public in close proximity, I’m specifically requesting a park and bark this year.”

“Thank god.”

Rosh plucked another piece of popcorn from the bowl on her lap and hurdled it at Simon, this time missing him completely. Simon glared at Rosh in response as he began to search around his bed to figure out where it had landed.

“Gimme your phone. Gonna snoop through your Spotify.”

Simon’s Spotify account was filled with countless playlists that he was constantly updating and editing, all of which contained songs he loved and felt comfortable singing. Rosh was confident she could pick one out that both her and Simon would love that would a) keep everybody physically safe, b) show off Simon’s crazy gorgeous angel voice, and c) make Rosh cry on her birthday, which was admittedly always the goal.

Simon tossed his phone to Rosh before resuming is search for the missing piece of popcorn. Pulling up Simon’s Spotify app, Rosh raised an eyebrow at the most recently played album, looking back up to Simon to comment on it.

“Ha, why were you listening to Burlesque last?”

“What? I wasn’t-”

Simon stopped his denial mid-thought, partially because he likely realized who he was talking to, and partially because he had found the piece of popcorn that had fallen behind a pillow and became distracted popping it in his mouth.

“I will pay you all the money I don’t have if you sing ‘Welcome to Burlesque’.”

“Thought you said I was gonna park and bark. If I’m going to be Cher, I’m going to have to be all of Cher.”

“Okay, well, let’s put it on the shortlist for next year.”

“Noted.”

Rosh opened one of Simon’s latest playlists and was starting to thumb through when the phone vibrated with an incoming text message. She saw Wille’s name in the notification and a knowing grin spread across her face. Simon’s mysterious text-crush strikes again.

“You got a text from horse boy.”

Rosh watched as Simon’s whole demeanor changed, eyes brightened and alert as he spoke without a moment's hesitation. God, so whipped already.

“What’d he say?”

She clicked on the notification from Wille to read the message, which as it turned out, had no message at all, but instead a link to a TikTok. She relayed as much to Simon, who reacted by reaching out his hands and grabbing for his phone.

“Gimme.”

Rosh instead stood up from her chair, setting the bowl of popcorn down where she had been sitting. She made eye contact with Simon in a way that wordlessly cued Simon to shuffle over from where he was sprawled on his bed to make room for Rosh to crawl on next to him. She then clicked on the link and held the phone in between to two of them so they could both watch.

[link to tiktok]

Just a handful of seconds long, the video was of two horses in opposite stalls who inched their noses closer and closer until they were just touching. The horses each let out an amusing neigh before the video cut off and restarted.

Rosh almost laughed.

“This whole flirting through horses thing is kind of fucked up.”

“He’s so persistent with it,” Simon said, amusement and fondness in his voice. “It’s kind of endearing.”

Rosh shook her head in disbelief. “Simon, you are the only person I know that would actually fall for this.”

“So you also think he’s flirting? I’m not going crazy reading into this?”

It was cute how Simon had doubts about what was going on here. To Rosh, Wille seemed to be entirely transparent. She gave Simon a look that she hoped clearly conveyed that she thought Simon was being an idiot.

“Simme, these horses are kissing.”

Simon let out a loud, frustrated groan and flung himself forward into the pillows on his bed.

“It is just so hard to pick up on social cues via text message. I hate not knowing.”

“Maybe you just have to take the guesswork out of it by being more upfront yourself. You be less subtle, so he knows where you stand.”

Simon squirmed further into his pillows, at this point a lost cause.

“No. No, Wille seems to have a lot more reservations when it comes to personal stuff, so I was kind of banking on him setting the pace for now.”

Rosh frowned. Knowing Simon as well as she did, she didn’t like this approach for him. Simon had a big heart that cared so deeply for the people he loved. However, because his love was so unconditional, it was easy for him to be taken advantage of. Rosh had seen it happen before, and was quick to catch the telltale signs of it happening again.

“That’s not fair to you.”

Simon was quiet for a moment before he responded softly. “I don’t want to scare him off.”

“I thought we just established that he is clearly flirting with you.”

“I just don’t want to push it. Not quite yet.”

Okay, well. If Simon wasn’t going to take the next step with Wille, Rosh decide she wasn’t above doing some old-fashioned meddling. The gears turned in her head quickly as she began formulating a plan on the fly.

Simon’s phone still in hand, she switched back over to the Spotify app and paged back to see Simon’s most recent plays, clicking on the Burlesque soundtrack. She handed Simon’s phone back to him, with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

“Sing the song X-tina sings near the end of the movie. The one when she’s dressed like Kermit the Frog.”

“‘Bound to You’?” Simon asks, an eyebrow raised in question. Rosh nodded.

“You’re clearly only listening to the soundtrack of this trash garbage movie because of that shit you pulled when you were trying to figure out if Wille was queer or not. And that song is romantic as fuck. If nothing else, use it as an emotional outlet for all of your pining.”

“I’m not pining.”

“Uh-huh,” Rosh replied, unconvinced.

Rosh watched in amusement as Simon tapped on the Spotify track to listen to “Bound To You”, chewing on his bottom lip as he considered the option.

“I mean… I would sound incredible singing this.”

“Obviously.”

Simon smiled, the hint of a blush appearing on his cheeks as Christina sang about being terrified to love for the first time.

The rest of Rosh’s plan would be easy. All she really needed to do was make sure Simon’s outfit for karaoke had no pockets so he would have to leave his phone with her. Then she just needed to be able to give Wille a ring so he could be able to see exactly what page Simon was on when it came to whatever the hell they were doing.

Rosh couldn’t imagine hearing Simon sing and not falling a little bit in love.

Her plan was foolproof.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Forgive, But First Fun - Nandor x f(vampire) reader

Summary: After getting left behind to fight off a pack of werewolves on your own, now mad at Nandor, you and Nadja have decided a little night out couldn’t hurt.

Warning: slight angst, fluff, fun times, and a tiny smut mention

Masterlist

Trudging angrily through the manors wooden doors, face stern and almost scary enough to put the fear of God into anyone. Your boots stomp into the large opening and onto the wooden floor boards as Gullimero, Nandor, and the documentary crew follow you in.

Your cloak is ripped and dirty as it lays in a pathetic black heap of cloth in Gullimero’s arms, your hair not looking any better, not to mention your face and arms that have various cuts paired with grass smudge marks adoring your skin. All in all you look like a hot mess.

“What the fuck happened to you lot? You’ve been gone all night.” Questions Laszlo as he walks into view from out of one of the hallways, his eyes scanning over a perfectly clean and handsome Nandor, then over to the dirty crew and disheveled Guillermo who’s got some leaves stuck to his hair.

“I don’t know.” You snap sarcastically, “How about you ask Mr. Dodgy-shit-stick over there.” Referring to Nandor who’s looking anywhere but you, keeping as silent as ever.

Gullimero looks between you and Nandor, then back at a confused Laszlo. “Oh, um they’re not speaking to each other right now.”

“And why the fuck not?”

Guillermo sighs before leaning towards Laszlo, “Nandor wanted to graffiti where the werewolves live and Y/N said he’d get caught and then Nandor said no I won’t and then he did.”

Laszlo raises a curious brow, “That’s it?”

“Oh, um....” Guillermo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, suddenly pulling off a green leaf, “then they chased us to the park and when the pack closed in on us Nandor turned into a bat and left us behind so Y/N had to fight one of them off so we could escape and now we’re here.”

“Well that sounds rather exciting.”

“Not at the time.” Whispers Guillermo to no one in particular as he glances over at the camera.

“Huh,” Mutters Laszlo thoughtfully, scratching his beard as he thinks of how to help this situation, “well if you two dingbats aren’t talking to one another I believe Nadja needs you Y/N. Something about....well actually I’m not entirely sure.”

Perking up ever so slightly at this positive news, you cross your arms over your chest defiantly, “Well since someone does, I’ll be going then.” You grumble with a low growl at your Nandor who’s refusing to make eye contact while he stares frustrated at the floor.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Laszlo watches you stomp angrily up the steps before turning his head over to Nandor who’s now watching you leave with big sad eyes.

“Alright why’d you do it?” Interrogates Laszlo with a raised brow.

“Do whaaat?” Replies Nandor defensively, his once high and mighty aurora reappearing in an instant.

Rolling his eyes, Laszlo sets a hand on his hip sassily, “Well I sure as hell don’t want an angry Y/N wandering around this old place for the next however the fuck it takes you both to make up....in however fashion that may be. So I ask again, why’d you puss out and flee like a mangy opossum?”

Pursing his lips together in apprehensive embarrassment, Nandor mutters to himself before finally crossing his arms over his broad chest and sighing, “Because......I....I don’t know I panicked!” Exclaims the large vampire, causing Laszlo to start laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

Wiping a fake tear from his eye, Laszlo lets out a few more chuckles before finally composing himself, “My good man that is the second saddest thing I’ve ever heard. The first being when one of my many victims offered me one of their rare and exclusive Poki-muns card which I still have no idea what the fuck they were on about. Anyways, doesn’t matter, all I’ll tell is that you better make it up to her.”

“But she’s scary when she’s angryyy.” Whines Nandor with a frown.

“That’s all women my young pup, but since your lovely lady is a vampire she’s more dangerous.” He says while giving Nandor a kind pat on the back, “So uh, stay safe out there.” Adds Laszlo before turning and walking down the hallway leaving Nandor with his thoughts, Gullimero, and the documentary’s camera crew.

“What are you all looking at!” Snaps Nandor to the rest of the room.

——

“Oh my goodnessess that’s awful, my poor dark angel.” Soothes Nadja as you take a moment from your long and needed rant about the adventures in the park and Nandor’s cowardly stupidity. “That big hairy rhino doesn’t deserve you Y/N.” She reasons honestly, doing her best to make you feel better, knowing all to well the level of competent decision making skills of the other two vampires in the house.

“I know.” You mutter in agreement, your body tense and agitated as you pace back and forth in front of her as she sits in a chair, “Fucking beautiful idiot prick horse-fart of a husband. Urgghhh!” You proclaim loudly while throwing your hands into the air angrily, causing the furniture in the room to screech backwards across the old flooring at your outburst of vampiric energy. Nadja’s long obsidian hair blowing backwards as you do so while she keeps seated, unflinching.

Face softening, she gives you a sympathetic smile, “Oh my lovely fierce lioness, I know exactly what will make that sad little frown turn into a happy one.” Beams Nadja with an excited clap of her hands.

Hugging your sides, you let out a frustrated huff before giving your old friend a shrug, “What do you have in mind?”

——

“So we’re at the carnival!” Claps Nadja in delight as she smiles at the camera, “This will hopefully relieve Y/N’s pent up angers and keep her mind off of Nandor.....for now.” She adds a bit uncertainly.

“HA HA take that fuckers!” You shout joyfully from behind her, the camera panning over to you at the ball toss where you’ve been knocking down plastic bottles with a rubber ball. The stall owner cowering in the corner as he shields himself with a stuffed zebra.

The camera focuses back on Nadja, “I think it’s going really well so far.” She confirms with a convincing grin. “Relieving all that..uh....rage.” 

After winning a stuffed snake taller then you and deciding to wear it as a strange fashionable scarf, you and Nadja are wandering the carnivals streets while people watching to pass the time.

“So that’s why I never walk on the roof after 3am when I’ve had homeless man’s blood.” Rambles Nadja as your thoughts about Nandor come trickling down into your brain and nose. Huh, strange, must be cause you’re still wearing a thin red scarf of his.

No, stop thinking about him.

“Good lesson learned then,” You add with the flash of a smile before nudging her shoulder gently, “hey you wanna watch me win you something cool?”

Perking up in an instant, Nadja smiles a devilish fangy grin as she stops to eye up the multiple game stalls, “Why I would be delighted my dear Y/N, how about....um, oooh I want that giant tropical fishy with the long whiskers over there.” Points Nadja as your eyes travel over to the game stall with the large prizes.

It’s a game that requires the individual to shoot an arrow directly on three different sized bullseye’s stationed at various heights. Smiling like an idiot, you nudge your vampiric acquaintance in agreement, the both of you quickly swaggering over to the carnival game and it’s plush flashy prizes just screaming to be won.

“Hello good sir, my skilled roommate Y/N here is going to win me that fish.” Beams Nadja proudly as the teenager jumps off his chair to greet the two of you.

He smells like weed but surprisingly looks decent all things considered, “Uh yeah alright, two bucks for three arrows, hit every target directly on the middle red mark and if you make it on the bonus poster on the far back wall then you’ll have a chance to win that fish, good luck.” Mumbles the kid unenthusiastically as you slide him the cash.

Picking up the shitty yet still functional carnival bow, you give Nadja a wink before fitting an arrow in the nock and pulling back, lining up the shot and releasing directly into the first target to the left. Smirking to yourself you quickly draw again, hitting your second mark just as intended. Pays to be a skilled archer huh.

“Damn that’s pretty good aim.” Nods the teen as he watches in awe as you fit another arrow, releasing and punching a hole in the middle of the third target.

Nadja claps in excitement from behind you, “Yes! Win me that colorful fat bitch my feisty lioness!”

Standing like a warrior ready for battle with your bow in hand and wind blowing in your face, the kid almost drops the arrow he hands you for the winning shot as he practically swoons.

“Get those scissors ready, that fish is mine.” You growl in determination while picturing Nandor’s head as the final target, drawing back, you let the arrow fly straight into the bonus target. Winning Nadja her giant fish plushy.

“Yessss!” Shouts Nadja in delight as you drop the bow onto the table like a bad bitch before eyeing up the kid with a raised brow, “We’ll be taking the fish now.”

Wide eyed he almost falls off his chair, “Wait um, that’s the last one...I didn’t think, uh, my boss doesn’t want me to give away those ones.” He stutters out.

“What!” Snaps Nadja, “Then why are they just hanging there? You lied to us you little shit!”

“I’m sorry.” He pleads apologetically, “That’s what my boss told me. And no one ever wins the big prizes anyway so I didn’t think...”

“Well your boss he can eat a big horse turd cause I’m taking that fish.” You growl before jumping up and unhooking the fish from its perch above your heads, handing it to a practically glowing with joy Nadja who immediately hugs the thing.

Sticking your tongue out at the teen, you and Nadja turn to leave before a boney hand is suddenly on your shoulder, twisting around in an agitated instant, your face is mere inches from the wide eyed boy as he attempts to look even a tad bit threatening.

“No.” Is the only thing that slips from your tongue before your hand shoves him back, his whole body going air bound into the back of the carnival tent while the kid lets out a panicked scream.

“Ooooh Y/N that was very sexy of you.” Smirks Nadja while wiggling her dark brows, “Too bad a certain cowardly lion wasn’t here to see it.”

Petting the stuffed toy snake around your neck absentmindedly, you smile back a fangy grin, “Yes. Too bad.”

Continuing on your late night stroll through the carnival you both pass by random strangers, families, elders, children, and lovers all minding their sweet business completely unawares to the dark supernatural world walking right past them.

Although you’re quite enjoying this time spent with your best friend in the whole wide world, a low dull feeling of emptiness can’t help but creep into your undead being the more you catch sight of new and old couples walking together.

Sensing your growing sadness, Nadja nudges your shoulder playfully to gain your distracted attention, “Hello in there my black rose, what is on your mind?”

Holding the snake close to your body, a small smile creeps its way onto your face knowing she’s looking out for you, though it’s gone soon enough, “Oh you know....uh....blood.” You mutter unenthusiastically, trying to keep your thoughts away from Nandor and how much you miss him right now.

“Blood is it? But we just fed before attending the carnival.” Inquires Nadja in confusion as she keeps a normal pace at your side while the two of you follow the sidewalk past various shops and restaurants. “What is actually plaguing your mind my dear one?” She wonders with a frown, not keen on seeing you upset and in a grey mood.

Biting your lip anxiously, though not hard enough to draw blood, you walk past a couple more people before your eyes catch the sight of a small black bat disappearing behind a corner building just up ahead.

Squinting your eyes, your nose suddenly catches the scent of someone very familiar, “Nandor?”

Turning her head to face you, Nadja’s brows furrow in puzzlement, “What? No my sweet hurricane, forget that mangy old bear he’s not important right now.” Urges Nadja as she looks forward, suddenly surprised to catch a glimpse of someone who looks a lot like Guillermo racing behind the same corner you saw the bat fly behind. “Okay um what the fuck? Did you see that too?”

Glancing at Nadja you nod before quickening your steps as she does the same, her skirts flowing as she tries to catch up with you, though you’re much faster and with lack of annoying dress material, “Wait! You’re too fast.” Yelps Nadja.

Ignoring her protests you book it down the sidewalk like a maniac, almost running into a jogger before skidding round the corner of the brick building and coming face to face with a wide eyed Guillermo who gasps in surprise. Nudging him to the side, your eyes immediately fall upon the nervous fangy grin of your Nandor.

He gives you a shy little wave before shuffling awkwardly in place, awaiting your rampage of verbal and possibly physical assault that he’s certain is in the near future.

Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms over your chest defensively, “Were you following me?”

“Um, well.....I might have been....but only to make sure you were okay.” Mutters Nandor honestly, eyes shifting from you to the ground nervously as he awaits your wrath.

Pursing your lips together in thought, you shake your head before taking off the stuffed toy snake and holding it firmly in your hands. With a low growl do you grasp the snake in your right hand and hold it back like you might swing at any moment.

“You’re a fucking nincompoop you know that right?” Slips from your mouth without an once of anger lacing your words, instead do you hand the snake to Gullimero as Nandor watches in puzzled fear.

Taking a swift step forward, you point a finger into his strong chest while looking sternly up at him, “Racing off and leaving me too fight that angry bitch all by myself, and now following me when I needed a break from you! Nandor....... you’re something else.” You add with a shake of your head.

“Yes I know, and I’m sorry my love.” Smiles Nandor with saddened eyes, “I promise to keep you save from now on and fight off any werewolf who tries to hurt you....even if I am scared.”

Taking a step back, you can’t help the smirk that forms onto your face at his sweet words of forgiveness and sincerity. You know how much he fears werewolves and that he fled the scene thinking you were planning on following too, not realizing that you might actually give a shit about Gullimero’s and the crew’s lives.

“Oh my dear puff dragon,” You declare softly with a small smile, reaching both hands out to grasp his own, “I forgive you.”

Nandor’s face breaks out into the biggest and happiest grin you’ve seen since his last birthday when he walked into your shared crypt only to find you naked and holding a bushel of red roses while seated seductively on his coffin.

“Oh that’s fantastic because I was really missing you.” Reveals Nandor with a gentle squeeze of your hands. “Laszlo and Guillermo can’t make me laugh nearly as much as you can, they’re honestly rather boring.” He says before leaning in closer to whisper, “and not very attractive to look at either.” Causing you to crack another grin and your undead heart to fill with butterflies. 

Chuckling you reach up with one hand to pull his collar closer to you and a second later do your lips clash sweetly against one another in a heated moment of passion. He smiles into the kiss before moving to pull you in closer with both of his hands, one slipping low to cheekily pinch your round bottom.

Feeling him against you once again has to be the best sensation in the whole entirety of the world even if you’ve only been separated for a couple of hours. You absolutely love the way his fingers dig into your back and bum with an animalistic eagerness that’s slowly starting to drive you insane. Oh, the things he does to you.

Especially how his tongue slips into your mouth with ease while you tug at his hair long dark locks. “Y/N!” Suddenly shouts Nadja.

“Nandor!”

Begrudgingly pulling away, you turn around to face the confused lady vampire while Nandor hugs you from behind, happily smirking at her, knowing she can’t do anything to hurt him now. “Yes Nadja.” You answer.

With the fish plushy hung over her shoulder, her brows furrow in confusion, “What the fuck are you doing? I thought you were mad at him?”

“Yeah well, I was starting to really miss him and also I’m kind of horny now so.” You reply with a shrug as Nandor hugs you tighter, resting his bearded chin against your head while Nadja huffs in defeat.

“Alright. See you at home then.” Adds Nadja before turning towards Guillermo and shoving the giant carnival fish into his arms, “Hold this Gizmo I’m going home.” Then just like that she’s gone in a black wispy poof, flying away in bat form towards the vampire resistance on Staten Island.

“Okay then.” Mutters Gullimero as he looks up at the dark sky.

Feeling a wet kiss on the side of your face and neck you smile before turning around to face your dear husband, “Shall we take flight to seek out our bed chambers?” You speak slyly in a soft yet seductive voice.

“Yes.” Grins Nandor with a flash of lust and excitement before turning his attention over to Guillermo, “Hey Guillermo I’m leaving to make passionate love to my wife so don’t bother us or I will have a rat shit in your pillowcase. Okay?”

You giggle to yourself as Gullimero’s cheeks redden while he side eyes the camera, “Understood master. Have fun.” Squeaks out the loyal familiar as he stands there awkwardly with his hands full of two carnival prizes.

Nandor sneakily squeezes your bottom once more as he gives Gullimero a knowing smirk, “Oh, we will.” Then a second later you two are flying high above the city in bat form, ready to make love to your sweet Nandor for probably the twentieth time that week.

Down below the camera pans over to Gullimero as he blinks, “Well uh, I have these things now..” He says, holding up the fish, “and I am so not looking forward to cleaning up their mess.......again.”

[beewritings]

our final night alive

Eren Jaeger x Reader one shot.

Afab reader, gender neutral pronouns used!

Content Warning: angst & nsfw. Slight violence, first time blowjobs, first time vaginal sex. Not spoiler free, manga is preferred to have been read.

Posted on my ao3.

Summary: You and Eren become lovers, but he disappears years later and it causes conflict on your relationship. I’m bad at summaries I’m so sorry

5.9k words. This is posted on my phone I’m so sorry if the layout is ugly lol. First story posted on here!! :) Feedback is welcomed!

you and eren got together not long after annie was caught being the female titan. you, eren, armin and mikasa became close friends during your cadet days.

you shared a bunk with mikasa, and seeing as she was always focused on eren and armin, you were scared to become her friend because you were unsure if she even wanted friends. you and her became sparring partners during training one day and she, obviously, kept beating you. at some point, eren walks over and tells her to give you a break and so she apologizes to you. from that point on, you always saw eren as a life saver. yes, she kept dropping you to the ground so much to the point where you were in pain so eren saved you. you accepted her apology, of course, and you even got to ask her if you could be friends. mikasa shrugged, but eren answered for her: he said he’d like that. he introduced himself and he called for armin and you introduced yourselves. the four of you never thought you’d actually join their friend group. these were the first friends you made and you never felt happier in your life.

“y/n, what made you want to join the cadet corps? you never told us,” you remember armin asking you one day.

“oh… um… it’s a stupid reason. it’s not worth mentioning… it’ll make it seem like i’m a joke..”

“no reason is stupid. except for that horse face’s reason, that bastard is a coward!” eren said, screeching.

“um.. well as a kid, i was neglected by both my parents. they were so focused on my older brother joining the military police and so happy for him that they basically forgot about me a lot. they always called me a disappointment and such and it always made me feel like shit..”

“so you joined to prove to them you’re worthy?” 

“what? hell no, i joined so i could get away from them. i was tired of being treated like i was a mistake child so my choices were either join the military to slowly kill myself or join the military to get away from my terrible parents. i honestly haven’t felt happy probably my whole life. but then i met you guys and now i feel like i have a purpose to be here? i want to protect you guys. all three of you…”

eren gives a slight smile and then it turns into a bright one. he leans to his left and wraps an arm around your shoulder and his other arm around armin and pulls them in. you and armin wrap one arm around mikasa and you all hug each other. you knew you were there to protect them all. even though mikasa is always there to try and protect eren, you know she needed someone to protect her, and you know for a fact someone had to be there for armin.

 

when discussing what branch of the military you guys were going to join, you four chose to join the scout regiment. then so much happened between when you talked about what you were going to join and graduating as cadets. there were days where you and eren would work together practicing and even though you were her friend, mikasa would keep watching you to make sure you wouldn’t get too close to him. she never told you that she would watch, but she was. when you and eren would spar, there’d be times where he’d pin you on the ground and straddle you with the wooden knife pointing to your neck. you started gaining a crush on eren, not knowing he was too, and you’d blush instead of defending yourself. at some point, you did push him right off of you and pin him instead, which resulted in him with a red face instead. 

when switching partners, you sparred with armin next while eren went to reiner. instead of sparring armin, you tried teaching him moves since you knew he was fragile and it wouldn’t have been a fair fight. armin brought up the topic of you and eren.

“so, you and eren? i saw you guys being flustered while sparring.”

“w-w-what??? nooooo, i wasn't flustered???? no one was flustered, armin. haha..” way to be obvious, y/n.

armin giggles and immediately drops the conversation.

eventually, time passes and the colossal titan decides to return, bringing titans with it. cadets are to help kill titans. you ended up on another squad, but you remind yourself to keep in contact with eren and armin. you couldn't keep sight of mikasa being she was with the higher ups, but you tried. you remember crashing into armin with ymir and connie. that's when you find out that… eren got eaten by a titan. it broke your heart, you felt the pieces inside of you tearing apart. you tried being strong but.. tears started to fall. mikasa made her way and she found out too, armin screaming in tears of all the members in his squad who'd died. mikasa was silently angry, calling everyone cowards. she soars off with little gas, and you immediately chase after her. she flew away so quickly, you couldn’t catch up with her. you had to protect her, you promised to protect your friends. one is already gone, you couldn’t have another one disappear. if she disappears, how can you trust yourself to protect armin? after you all made it to the building, killed the titans inside and got to refilling your gases, you find out that the titan who was killing other titans was none other than eren, the kid you started to gain feelings for.

time skip to capturing annie, the female titan, you and eren had finally gotten alone time. a time to talk your feelings out as eren heals from his fight with her. you went to visit him when you know everyone already has, but when you know he was still awake. it’s been a few years since you’ve met and started gaining feelings, being as you met when you were 12 and are now 15.

“hey, eren. how’re you feelin’, titan boy?”

“ugh, don’t call me that, y/n. that’s the least thing i wanna hear from you.”

“sorry…”

“.... y/n?”

“eren?” you both say at the same time.

“oh, you can-”

“no no, you go.”

you both give off small laughs.

“you go first, y/n.”

“um. well, i’m pretty sure this is the wrong time to bring this up considering you’re tired from fighting that female titan. plus this war isn’t near over and i shouldn’t be focused on feelings because we are soldiers but, uh. i have-”

“me too,” eren cuts in.

“feelings, i- what? i didn’t even finish-”

“it’s been obvious. well, not really. i didn’t think it was obvious, but i figured by the way we’ve been acting towards each other. we always get flustered when we’re close to each other. y/n, did you even realize that you’re holding my hand?”

you both look down and see that you’re holding his hand. you snatch it back with a flushed face and start stuttering.

“i-i-i always h-hold my friends' hands!!! i k-know you’ve seen me hold armin’s!! please, y-you’re not special, eren jaeger!”

eren giggles and blushes as well, leaning to grab your hand once more, this time interlocking the fingers.

“i agree. this isn’t the time for romance considering we are soldiers in the middle of a battle. but that doesn’t make me not want to further this relationship between us.. i-if you want that, that is…”

you bite your lip, looking away from him. you squeeze his hand and he caresses your skin with his thumb. you both kind of just ended the conversation there, but everything was mutual between the two of you. you knew what you wanted. a relationship, but never really having the title due to the war you all were going through. time flies and the battle with reiner and bertholdt to capture eren back from them happens. all you could feel about this battle was anger; you were going to get eren back. and you did. during the time where everyone was healing from it, that’s when you and eren both told both mikasa and armin about the little thing you guys had.

armin was supportive, he was easy. but mikasa took it a little hard, not showing it though. you pulled mikasa away and had a long talk with her about it, tell her you didn’t mean to catch feelings for the man she’d grown to protect with her life, it kind of just happened. but she couldn’t stay upset forever. she wishes for eren to be happy, and as she can see: you made him happy. the happiest he’s been. and she wants you, one of her best friends to be happy too, and clearly it was with eren. since then, you and eren have been open with your relationship. everyone knew, and no one tried to end it. when you guys told the crew, most of them basically said “we figured”. jean actually laughed and didn’t believe it at first, “really? in a relationship with that suicidal blockhead? yeah, alright .” so you did what any couple would do to prove their relationship, you kissed eren in front of them all, in plain sight. that was your first kiss. his, also. jean’s face turned red in embarrassment and he turned away. “alright, whatever. you’re both crazy.”

 

.

 

you miss him.

 

you miss eren. you all found out about what was truly outside the walls, and you helped eren cope the most. you know he really wanted to kill the enemy, they caused so much pain to his home inside the walls. he wanted revenge. you understood and supported his anger, you were there with him through every moment. his rants, his tears, his fears. you backed him up; you were on his side. so why did he still leave you alone? why did he disappear from you and your friends? why were you all in marley, watching his attack titan destroy it from above? you weren’t completely mad, you all were gonna infiltrate marley eventually, you just did it quicker and earlier than planned. when you saw him with your own eyes, his titan, your heart sunk. he looked so different.. has it really been that long? no way. and… he grew such long hair.. god. it was actually kind of hot, but you were too angry to admit it.

you sigh. you stood in the blimp, you didn’t do any fighting. you explicitly told commander hange and captain levi that when you arrive at marley, you refuse to fight. you were in gear, in case you had to, but you mainly stood in the ship with them. when everyone retreated after mikasa recaptured eren, captain levi kicked him to the wall. mikasa tries to run to them, but armin’ stops her. you were in a distance, out of eren’s eyesight but you could see him. you really hated his damn face right now.

two soldiers with guns run to him, pointing towards him. levi starts to speak to him once more.

“this brings back memories, eren. you have such a kickable face.” that earns a small chuckle from you. “after you’re tied up, let’s have a chat.”

“that’s fine, i explained everything in the letters though. did you not understand it?”

“tch. that face reminds me of the rotten shits who lived underground. never thought i would see it on you. but cheer up, everything happened like you wanted it to, right?”

eren just stares off into space, but then looks levi straight in the eyes and he mumbles out, “... where are they?”

“who?”

“you know who… where is y/n.”

“tch. oi, l/n. talk to your shithead boyfriend before anything else happens. i’m tired of looking at his disgusting face.”

levi walks away, tells the soldiers to chain him up and they walk away, leaving you finally in his eyesight. internally, his heart sinks. the look on your face was pure disgust, and anger. you walk towards him, and he looks up at you with his dead souled eyes. you clench your fists.

“y/n…”

you let out a huge breath. “eren.”

“... y/n, i’ve mis-”

you already know what he was going to say, and it just pisses you off. you growl and punch the wall behind his head. you lean your leg back and kick it right into his stomach. you grab a fistful of his hair, gripping it and bringing his face to yours. mikasa tries to push through armin, but armin manages to hold her back still.

“y/n, stop !” mikasa screams.

“do you have any FUCKING clue how worried i’ve been, eren?! HUH?! DO YOU??” you ignore mikasa, “besides mikasa, i probably was even more worried than her! YOU LEFT ME, EREN. are you stupid, eh? HUH? are you fucking stupid? you like knowing your partner is just worried sick about you? fuck the plan, if i wanted to i would throw you off this air ship myself. i don’t even like looking at how disgusting you look, you’re hideous. that dead look in your eyes. you’re not even eren! you’re some man who’s a fucking joke, you don’t care about us do you?! that time on the train? when you said we were all important to you? was that a lie? do you even think we are?” you bang his head into the wall and knee him in the face, bruising his nose and bleeding from it. tears start to well up in your eyes, “i missed you, eren… why’d you just leave us like that? i’m your partner… whatever, you’re not worth my time right now. i’m going to check on the others.”

you let go of eren’s hair, look at him a second more and make a disgusted face once more. “you’re not worth my tears.” you start to walk towards the back of the airship.

“you never left my mind the whole time i was there, y/n. i promise you. ”

you clench your fists and ignore him, continuing to walk to the others to see who made it on the airship.

 

.

 

“eren.”

“... y/n?”

you went to visit the prison before commander hange did. you needed to talk to him.

“we need to talk.”

“i’m all ears, my love.”

you hate that he’s seriously using pet names on you right now. it’s always been a weakness. my love, baby, lovebird. you loved them all.

“cute, we using pet names after i beat this shit out of you? okay, sweetie. i’ll call you titan man, yeah?”

“come on, don’t start that again. what are you here for, hm?”

“to talk.”

“okay.. so talk. come on, you know you want to start with how i look.”

“how you look? haha, okay. you want me to say that you look hot? that i want you to ravage me? bend me over and do nasty things to me?”

eren smirks, “actually, yeah. if that’s how you feel, i’d love to hear you say that.”

you chuckle, hating that he isn’t wrong. you do feel that way about him right now. him being really attractive right now, a man bun AND he’s shirtless? this is so unfair.

“well, too bad then. you won’t hear me say those words with confidence. but it would be nice…” you grin and lick your lips.

“oh? unlock these prison bars, and i’ll show you a good time then, baby.”

“no. let’s be serious now-”

“i am serious.”

“no, eren. we need to seriously have a talk,” you give out an exhale, “why’d you do it? do you have a plan in mind?” eren sighs, about to cut you off but you continue, “i’m being serious, eren. i’m not planning on telling the others. this is between us… why’d you leave me?” you start to tear up, “why, eren… you have a good reason for this, right?”

eren looks away from you, not wanting to make eye contact. “i have a plan, y/n. it’s going to work, i know it is.”

“what is it, baby? please, just between us two… i need to know why you left me for so long. i’ve been hurting so much. i love you eren, so fucking much. i literally can’t see myself without you, i see a future with you. please, eren. i want to be with you through it all, thick and thin. we are going to defeat marley together, right?”

“y/n. you are the light in my life, the reason i’m doing everything i am. i want you to live such a perfect life, whether it’s with me or not. i know what i’m doing. i’m doing it for you.”

“no.. no no no! you’re supposed to be doing it WITH me, not FOR me! we’re a pair, we do it together!” you bang on the prison bars, “please eren… i can help you.. yes, i’m upset with you, and i love armin and mikasa, even jean and connie! hell, i love sasha too, god rest her soul. i’m here to protect them all, just as i was in the cadets to protect you, armin and mika. but i love you the most, and if i had to choose… it’s always going to be you. i’d betray my comrades for you, eren-”

“no. no you wouldn’t. I wouldn’t let you. i love you, y/n. with my life, my heart, my soul. i’m willing to die for you if i could, but i will not let you betray the others. they need you more than you need me.”

“eren…” you’re full blown crying now, tears running down your face and overall a crying mess. you reach your hands between the bars holding his face in them and he places his arms through the bars to your waist, “please, eren. let me be by your side. i know floch released information about you, us imprisoning you. it was a tough decision, but someone leaked information to me about how you’re going to escape and meet some of your, uh, followers? they didn’t know if they were supposed to tell me considering the fact i was so angry with you on the airship, but someone slipped up. i know that’s not your real plan, you have something else planned for this… there’s no way you want to be on zeke’s side.. right?”

eren laughs, “hell no. i fucking hate that guy.”

“then what are your true intentions, eren…” you run your thumb across his lips, glancing back and forth between his eyes and lips.

“... i can’t tell you. to protect you, armin, mikasa… the others. i can’t tell you. you’re not joining floch and my followers. you’re staying with the scouts.”

“eren, i’m not-”

“l/n? are you down there?”

you and eren pull away from your intimate hold, and put some distance between yourselves. you cough.

“yes, captain. sorry. i had to give eren another beating and more yelling.”

“well, get out. you’re not allowed to be alone with eren.”

“yessir!”

eren looks at you and looks away. you lean back in the prison bars, grab his shoulders and bring it between the bars. you give him a kiss, a light yet deep kiss. one that just screams, please eren. he kisses you back, putting one hand on your waist. you pull away from his lips.

“.... i love you, eren. please, reconsider,” you whisper.

 

“i love you, y/n. more than you ever will know, i promise to spend my last 4 years with you,” his words make you tilt your head in confusion, “you’ll understand later. i promise you .”

you start to walk back, but then you hear eren’s last words to you, “you gonna let me ravage you soon, right? don’t act like i know you don’t think i’m so hot now.”

you giggle and walk backwards to look back at him, “i’ll think about. maybe if you’re a good boy, you can bend me over and do nasty things to me. maybe more, yeah?”

“oh? is this a promise or are you a tease?’

“take your pick.”

you walk up the stairs, leaving the man of your dreams locked in the prison.

 

.

 

eren escaped the prison. he met with his followers, the jaegerists, just as you had known was going to happen. you and the squad went to a restaurant to talk with niccolo. you didn’t expect what happened to happen. sasha’s family were there to eat, niccolo found out that the girl who killed sasha, gabi, was upon them and he threatened to kill both her and falco, the young eldian boy with her. after a dramatic episode with sasha’s adopted little sister, the little girl she saved from a titan, you, armin and mikasa take gabi to a separate room. you have a small talk, only to see your beloved walk in, with a threat. but to see eren again made your stomach flutter with butterflies. god you can’t get over how hot he looks.

he tells you to leave, he needs to talk to armin and mikasa by themselves. as he sends you out, there's a soldier who leads you into another room. you assume eren told him to lead you into another room. you take off your green military jacket, leaving you in your normal day outfit. after a bit, eren walks in. you blush, because god damn he’s so hot.

“....”

“....”

“... why are you so quiet?” eren asks.

“i-i don’t.. i don’t know. everything that’s happening, it’s just. so confusing…”

“thought you wanted me to bend you over? is that not what you said?”

you look up immediately in shock, “eh?”

eren smirks, “ eh? ” he mocks you, “i said, i thought you wanted me to-”

“i heard you the first time.. seriously, eren? right now? i don’t think this is the right time to-”

“baby, i’m joking. well, not really. i kind of was hoping we would do something here, but you obviously don’t and i am not going to force you,” he sighs, “can we just… hold hands and sit in silence? everything is stressing me out and i don’t know what to do with you.”

“what to do with me..?”

“shh, just hold my hands and shut up.”

…

“eren jaeger, i know you did not just tell me to-”

“y/n l/n.” 

you immediately shut up, knowing you hate when he uses your first and last name. you look away and he reaches forward and places his hands out in front of him, on the table.

“hands.”

you hold his hands, fingers interlocked, and look into his eyes. those teal eyes… you could stare into them forever. you sit in silence for about five minutes.

“y/n.”

you hum in response.

“do you love me?”

“more than life itself.”

“... okay.”

they sit in silence once again.

“eren…”

“yes, my love?”

“.... can we… um…”

“hm? use your words, baby.”

ugh, you hate it when his pet names make you melt. and the way he uses them? UGH he just makes you want to just sit there and obey him forever if it meant him calling you baby. you started to blush and squirm in the chair. eren smirks and chuckles.

“is something wrong, baby? do you… need some release? you look like a pathetic whore in heat.”

you look at him with widened eyes. you’ve never heard eren speak like this to you before, but you.. kinda like it. like, you and eren haven’t even done sexual things so for you both to say dirty things, let alone imply sexual activities towards each other, was new. and well, it seems like that's going to change. eren leans forward with his body, taking back his hands and putting one on the table and one to grip your chin towards him.

“ are you going to fucking answer me? ”

“i-i.. i, um-”

“god, you can’t even speak. you’re so awestruck by the way i’m treating you? it was bound to happen sometime, all you do is cry about how much you love me. it’s annoying. i’m surprised you aren’t a jaegerist, on your knees kissing my shoes. begging for me to fuck the shit out of you. huh? is that what you want? for me to fuck the shit out of you? HUH? answer me, you fucking whore! ” eren slaps your face with the hand that gripped your chin, and he grips it again. he force opens your mouth and he spits in it, “ swallow it. ”

“y-yes sir,” are the only words that could come out, and it boosted his ego and the tent in his pants you didn’t notice until now started to show more. you swallowed the liquid he spit into your mouth and stared into his beautiful teal eyes. you know this is just foreplay, he’s not genuinely angry with you. because his eyes never changed. this is the love of your life… he wouldn’t hurt you. you know he wouldn’t hurt you. you open your mouth to show him you swallowed it and he chuckles.

“ good. ” he lets go of your jaw and pats your head. he looks you in the eye and smiles. a genuine loving smile. he speaks again, “are you okay with this? with what i'm doing?”

you nod, giving a smile back. “i feel amazing, eren. are we… are we gonna, y’know…”

“hm? what did i say about using your words?”

you groan and look away from his eyes. “are we, no, are you actually going to bend me over and do nasty things to me?”

“do you want me to?”

“…yes.”

eren smirks and chuckles. “your wish will be my command.”

on an instant, eren grabs your arm and yanks you over the table. he walks to where you were just standing, and then he drags you by your hair to get off the table. he forces you on the floor, on your two knees to face towards him and his bulge that was being held in his dark pants, screaming to come out. he leans against the table.

“well? what are you waiting for? i’m not helping you. you’re on your own.”

you roll your eyes and you feel like you just know what you’re supposed to do. your hands make way to his pants, unbuttoning it immediately. you pull his pants down to his ankles, and start to rub his bulge. eren sucks in a breath, leaning his head back. he’s getting impatient, he actually can’t wait. he pulls his underwear down, his girthy member slapping against his stomach. he backs up to sit on a chair and spreads his legs apart for you. you stare at him with a flushed face and widened eyes. because it’s your guy’s first time doing anything like this, he smirks and starts pumping his member. pre-cum leaking out. he bites his lip, tilts his head back and lets out a low moan.

“y/n. start. i’m not doing everything for you from here on. suck it.”

you stare at his member, not in fear because your beloved’s cock is big, but in shock. will i… will i be able to fit this in my mouth? let alone.. inSIDE of me?? you lean forward, trying not to let him wait any longer. you lick a long stripe from his balls to his tip, earning a strangled moan from eren. he doesn’t want to pull your hair yet, so he just keeps caressing his thighs. you lick it some more, and then you finally stick him inside your mouth, and he instantly thrusts into your mouth. you let out a choke and pull off to cough. he opens his eyes and puts his hand on your cheek, stroking it.

“i’m sorry baby, i-it was an instant reaction. i’ll try not to do that until you’re ready. j-just.. keep going…”

you nod your head after coughing, letting your mouth right back onto his cock. you slowly start to bob your head, letting your tongue glide against the veins. trying not to bite, you start to bob your head quicker. you use your hand for whatever you can't reach and you just do this for a few minutes. eren’s legs start to shake. you lick his tip a few times, and eren’s hands go to your hair, pushing your head down a little further. he’s close. you can’t tell, but he knows he is. he thrusts up into your mouth, making you gag but you also moan, because fuck it feels so good. the vibrations from your noises trigger him, and he thrusts up more.

“f-fuck, y/n… i’m… i-i’m coming-!”

he pushes your head down all the way, your nose touching his skin. you’re gagging as thick liquid spurts up into your throat, making you gag just a bit more. your eyes tear up from the pain in your mouth, but your body feels tingly, on the verge of an orgasm. eren pulls out of your mouth while breathing heavy. you pull back with lust-filled eyes and you know you’re dying to have him inside you now. you open your mouth to show him his cum on your tongue, then you swallow that and show him your tongue once more. he blushes and giggles, looking away from your face. if he looks again, he might cum again, he doesn’t want to. not yet.

“e-eren… i need you… please, eren.”

eren looks at you and chuckles, “fuck… get on the table. i can’t hold back any longer.”

eren helps you up and sets you on the table in front of you both. he pulls off every piece of clothing you had on, your shirt your undershirt, your pants and your underwear, all at once. he refuses to wait. he needs to be in you now. he looks at your wet folds, he knows you were on the verge of cumming. he gives one long lick against you, and you bite your lip, twitching your legs and holding in your moans. he gets up and puts both arms on either side of your head. his member sliding against your folds.

“oh no no no, you are not going to hold back. i want everyone to know who is getting fucked and by who. i want everyone to know my partner of four years is a whore, a slut for my dick. that they’d do anything just to have eren jaeger’s cock in their mouth, in their beautiful pussy. yeah? are you my little cockwhore?”

“yes sir! i’m your little cockwhore, your little slut. please ‘ren, i want you.. no, i need you!!”

“god, baby. say it again, one more time baby..”

“EREN.”

“oh my god, babe. JUST DO IT!”

you both giggle as if there aren’t soldiers threatening your friends and comrades outside that door. eren looks at you with a genuine smile, and he mumbles “please, baby.”

“... i’m your little cockwhore, ‘ren. your little slutty cockwhore.”

“yeah? who’s pussy is this? huh? who’s pussy am i about to fuck?”

“... mine?”

eren lifts an arm and smacks your face, gripping your chin tightly. “try again.”

“y-yours…”

“what was that?”

“it’s yours…”

“what’s mine? didn’t your mother teach you how to speak? what. is. mine?” he uses that hand that gripped your chin to slap his cock against your throbbing area, sliding his cock between your folds.

“this pussy is yours, eren! this virgin pussy is all yours, eren, now can you PLEASE - o-oh!”

eren laughs as he just slides his member inside of you, slowly. it’s both of your first times, but it feels like it’s not. your cunt is so tight, but it feels as though it’s been used so many times. he gets in all the way, and you reach over to grip his man bun. you pull it out of its hair tie because you didn’t want to bother working with it later. he stays in, waiting for you to give him the go. you clench yourself around him, and considering the fact you were on the brink of orgasm when you were sucking him off, you actually orgasm right then and there. you clench around him tightly, moaning and gripping his long hair. he puts his hand back down next to your head.

“y-y/n?!”

“eren! o-oh fuck… -i-i’m sorry… i was on t-the brink of coming, i’m sorry-! EREN!”

he starts to thrust in, using your juices as lubricant and he just goes for it. fuck waiting, you already came. and he was going to make sure you get another orgasm. he wants his baby to be spoiled with his cum. he thrusts in and out, seeing his cock become visible and invisible. you moan, scream, every verb in the dictionary. you move your hands from his hair to his back and chest, leaving marks all over. eren grunts, feelings so good from your nails scratching him. oh god, his baby is making him feel so good. and he know he’s making his baby feel so good too, it’s very well shown on your face. he keep thrusting until he hits the spot to make you wild.

“EREN! oh my god, please eren, i’m so close, please please! please treat me like your little whore! you’re hitting the spot i never knew existed, please don’t stop!”

“you want it? you want me to fuck a baby into you? hm? want your sadistic boyfriend to breed you?”

god, you were losing it. eren grabs your body, he keeps his dick inside and he pulls you down to the chair with him. he wants you to ride him. and god, it’s a new sensation. you feel like you’re seeing god when you ride him. you hop on his lap, and he holds on to your waist while fucking up into you. you stare into his beautiful blueish green eyes. you wrap one arm around his neck and the other to his cheek and you kiss him. he, of course, kisses back. he helps you hop on him while holding your waist. everything feels so good.

“eren… i’m close again..” you mumble to the boy.

“i know , baby, i am too. i am too.”

he leaves marks all over your chest, just as you left nail marks on his back. you guys just sit like this, you keep riding him until you both are on the verge of another orgasm. he holds you against him, fucking into you so quick and fast and it just keeps hitting your walls. you’re both about to orgasm.

“eren! i’m gonna come, i-i’m-”

“let it out baby, i wanna hear you. i want everyone to hear you! please baby, i love you!”

“eren! i’m- f-fuck.. i love you, eren!”

after you both orgasm for a second time, you both sit there. enjoying each other's hot air, finishing off the post orgasm and intimate moment together. you both stare into each other's eyes, sharing the bonding moment. you both smile at each other, and you nuzzle into his neck. you love eren, you loved him so much. you can’t picture your future without him. he helps you up and he sets you back on the table. he looks around the entire room searching for wipes or paper towels. fortunately, he finds paper towels and cleans your private areas off. he’s beyond happy to have shared such a moment with you, finally. he gives you a deep kiss. he loves you so much. he would love to picture himself in your future.

but,

he wasn’t in it.

.

2 years have passed since the rumbling.

 

you miss him.

 

you miss eren so much.