#she's also doing officer training and still plans to join up after graduation

[humanfist]

Dark Academia Gideon

So I was thinking about this again, and was going to say it's true from a certain point of view, as a meme. Then realized that that is literally true.

Pretty basic so far.

But, for some reason I felt compelled to figure out how I would explain the narrator issue if I had to abstract away the speculative fiction elements.

And now I realize that a school setting where dark academia stuff is clearly going on, but we only see the tip of the iceberg because its narrated by a jock who's more concerned with her sports story subsub plot than any of the main plots and just keeps getting dragged into interacting with the dark academia stuff by her childhood rival and her new crush (who's secretly the villain of the dark academia stuff) would actually be pretty lit.

[soratoninn]

/ some typa’ way. a. arlert /

tw . . . mature, female anatomy (she/her) pronouns, black coded reader, l word, switch armin, fingering, rough sex, titty fucking, raw dogging, blowjob, dirty talk, pn ( babe, baby ) alcohol, choking, mentions of overstim, (2) rounds, creampie

length. . . 11.4k

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your miserable sighs radiated off the walls of the hazy and dimly lit bar. you twirl the callus of your index finger around the crystalline shot glass, thinking rough and hard about not only your life in nursing school but also the affairs in your outside life. you were exhausted no doubt. not only having to stay arm and arm with your work and professors but also having to do shifts at a nursing home to gain experience. you were working your ass off now, but you knew sooner rather than later it would pay off.

a life full of chanel bags, travel, dior, fun, first class, no kids, shaking ass on a lavish yacht with your bestest girlfriends, chauffeurs, and exotic restaurants.

to sum it up, a life you deserved.

but although that was the future and right now the present sucked, you still had things keeping you sane.

those things being those best friends you had plans doing not so classy activities with, the few professors that actually put in the work to explain materials to you after a long lecture, some of your co-workers,

and then last but not least—

your fuck buddy, armin arlert.

an upcoming police officer still undergoing school and training with his best friend, eren. you two had gone to different high schools but were initially introduced your junior year by your friend—christa, who you were also attending nursing school with.

the blonde didn’t have as good a stomach as you did. she couldn’t stomach wounds or even the thought of having to probably stick her hand in a woman during birth to potentially save their life if they were hemorrhaging. which is why you were a bit confused about why she wanted to join the particular field of nursing she did. but you were sure when it came time, she would find her place and not disappoint due to her concentrated and caring attitude.

but enough about christa. back to armin.

to put it simply, armin was sexy. and you knew the minute he got his uniform, gun, and badge, he would be the ultimate panty dropper.

but for now, he was yours.

you both had developed a friendship over time and it gradually got deeper by the time you two had graduated.

the first time you two had fucked, it was completely unexpected. you two were at a varsity college party and unlike your friends that were undeniably fitting in, you two had a much harder time. you had driven your drunk friends to your house and let them crash there. you were catching up with one another and one thing led to another and sooner rather than later you two were quietly and without any experience once however—sharing not-so-innocent touches in your old bedroom.

deciding that you didn’t want your intimacy to end, you both kept it up. beginning to grow more mature and experienced in bed, he slowly learned your body. what you liked, where you liked to be touched, and the parts that he touched that drove you insane. he made love to you soft. gentle. like he had all the time in the world.

never in his life dreaming of hurting you.

and it was nice at first! of course, it was! he treated you like a princess in bed and gave you nothing less than princess treatment. showing you the delights and sweet pleasure of his tongue and the ecstasies he could bring about with just two fingers. he was what anyone woman would want in bed.

but there was the con of him being too damn soft. it was so fun with him and you really didn’t want to ruin it because of your selfish tendencies and wants. you wanted him to be rough with you. you wanted to be manhandled. treated like a whore. for him not to stop until you were a sobbing mess.

you wanted to be fucked.

and you knew he just wouldn’t go for it.

you tried to initiate it once before. telling him to put his hand around your throat and moaning out for him to go harder. faster. and he did go harder, and somewhat faster— making sure his strokes were nice and deep to get you pumped up. but the thing was that his hand didn’t meet your neck once.

“girl, what’s wrong? your vibes been off since we got here!” your friend aliyah asked, and you groaned at her question, grabbing your shot and downing it quickly. “I’ll tell you, it’s that lil piece of hers that got her feelin' some typa way,” your friend, hope kicked in, and you rolled your eyes. you drop your head with a whine and feel your friend's hands rub your back.

“he just won’t. . . he’s so perfect it’s just. . .” you trickle out and they let out a few ‘awes’. “what’s wrong?! tell us everything!” aliyah exclaims taking a sip of her alcohol-infused soda.

“armin. . . he just won’t…” you stop, not even being able to verbally spit the words out. “come on girl! get it out! it’ll feel much better!” hope encourages and you finally feel something snap. “he just won’t fuck me right…” you whisper, and they gasp. before they can jump to any conclusions, you make sure to clear up any speculations degrading armin as a partner.

“no, not like that! he’s really good in bed. like the absolute best! he’s patient, slow, encouraging, and he’s really sweet,” you say, and they tiredly deadpan in confusion. “but… i don’t think i want our sessions to be slow and sweet anymore.” you finish, and their expressions light up. they clasp their hands together with a squeal.

“oh my god! our precious little y/n wants to be fucked like a slut!” you embarrassingly slap your forehead with your palm, feeling all eyes on you right about now. “wellll, have you considered talking to him about it?” hope asks, and you go right back to sulking.

“no, but i’ve tried to hint at it but he just didn’t get the memo i guess,” you respond and they finally begin to understand where you were coming from.

“well, baby, i hate to say it… but a closed mouth don’t get fed. if you want him to do something, you have to tell ‘im. you can’t expect him to read your mind,” aliyah states, and you nod your head in comprehension. “yeahhh, i know. . . it’s just that armin is literally one of the best things that i have right now—“

your friends cleared their throats dramatically and started glaring holes in your head. you sighed before smiling and giggling.

“second best.”

“and i just really don’t wanna fuck it up because of something so small,” you added, and they just smiled. “don’t think too hard on it, baby. i’m sure everything’ll come around,” hope said, and aliyah agreed.

you feel a weight lifted off your shoulder and finally feel able to enjoy your night with your best friends.

as your conversation ended, little did you know a certain muscular dark-brown-haired man was eavesdropping on your every word. he drank his last sip of shirley temple (without alcohol), taking the cherry in his mouth and letting the sweet juice ooze to fire up his taste buds. he threw the stem in the cup and let a twenty lay flat on the wooden bar island.

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a tired armin walked out of the steaming bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his hips and one drying the blonde strands of his hair. he strolled over to the dark wooded nightstand of his apartment and grabbed his phone checking for any notifications.

notifications specifically coming from you.

much to his dismay, nothing. absolutely nothing from you. he sighed before putting it back down. you hadn’t texted him for over a week. we’re you ghosting him? he hadn’t been sure what he had done wrong.

so that’s exactly why he had sent his man bun having friend to spy on you at the bar you occasionally attended with your girlfriends when you had spare time.

and as if on cue, his spying friend walked through the door of their shared apartment. he removed his black hoodie the minute he walked through the door— his prominent v-line and built figure becoming more and more toned by the day from him working out like a maniac to prepare for life in the police force.

“so, how is she?” armin voiced first, and eren took his hair from his elastic hair tie. “looked healthy and alive to me,” eren responded nonchalantly whilst walking to his dresser to pull a black tee from his drawer. while eren had his back turned, armin dropped his towel and took the opportunity to pull on a fresh pair of cotton boxers.

“you hear anything important?” he asked while pulling a white beater from his drawer. the room went silent for a bit as if eren was deciphering something. and then, a light bulb popped into his head.

“actually, yeah.”

armin continued to search through his drawers for a pair of sweat-shorts, waiting for him to finish up with his words. he finally found a pair, putting them on and letting them loosely and comfortably hang from his hips. as armin reaches for his reading glasses, eren finally finishes his sentence.

“something about you not fucking her right,”

eren concludes, and armin freezes.

his arm stopped in mid-air not even touching his glasses. he turned around, meeting his friend's eye with a glare. “that’s not funny, eren,” armin deadpanned. they shared cold eye contact before eren broke and snickered.

“chill out lover boy. she didn’t say that but from what i’ve heard, it was something about her wantin’ to be fucked like a slut instead of all that mushy shit you keep doing.” armin slightly gasped, and his eyes dropped to the floor. he grabbed his glasses and put them on, letting his eyesight enhance.

“armin, don’t take it to heart. she doesn’t wanna ditch you. she just doesn’t wanna fuck everything up by making you uncomfortable. and of course, her being an awkward overthinker and taking the literal worst approach, just like you would— she just started avoiding you,” eren stated, and armin sat down on his bed with a sulk, sighing heavily.

“i know, i know. i just. . .” armin’s hands that rested between his thighs came up under his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “are you comfortable with that? like the whole being rough thing? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you real mad before,” eren asks, and armin moved his hands.

“i’m more than comfortable, i just don’t wanna fuck up and accidentally hurt her,” armin groaned out, and eren smirked.

“think you could hurt her more than her sexual frustration?” armin gave eren a stink eye and before he knew it, eren was laughing uncontrollably like a kid. “you’re an asshole, eren,” armin slightly smiled, and eren fell dramatically back on his bed.

“hey, don’t think too hard on it,” eren remarked at armin’s evident fuzzy expression. “i wanna do it. i’m gonna do it. it’s just that i like some of the mushy shit we do,” armin said, and began to ponder a little on his answer. “actually, I like a lot of it.” he finished and eren snickered.

“well, you don’t gotta stop doing everything you’re used to. really that’d make shit a lot more uncomfortable and weird faster than your head could spin. so just stick with what you're used to but just rock it out as you go” eren replied and armin took in the information. “yeah. you’re right.”

eren sighed before rolling over on his side, starting to get comfortable in his bed. before he could drift off, he uttered a few restless words to armin. “don’t forget. you owe me for making me look like a fucking creeper at that bar.” armin smiled, grabbing a book and a small flat panel book light from his nightstand.

“yup. wouldn’t forget for anything in the world.”

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like always, you were incredible exhausted. you had did a shift at the 7-3 shift at the nursing home and lord knows you were tired. you thanked the heavens that you didn’t take the night shift because you weren’t sure if you would’ve been able to handle all the stress. you get out of your uber, and stride to your house. the house you grew up in, fortunately that your mom let you take while she was away living her life with no kids in jamaica.

you push the key in the door, twisting it and letting the door open. you walk in kicking it shut with your foot and locking it. you throw your key on the silver plate on the nightstand next to your front door. you head straight for the showers at this point feeling dirty and undignified. you felt like you smelled like old dirty must with a mix of musky lavender and old people. it was the fucking worst.

you walk into your bedroom, deciding to go a little more revealing considering you’d be alone tonight (so you’d thought). a black bra with matching panties and a robe. you took your scrubs and undergarments off, throwing them directly into your hamper. you twisted your frizzy hair into twists before sliding your pink butterfly decorated bonnet on. you put

your phone on the charger and rest it on the nightstand— and you wrap your towel around your body.

walking out of your room into the bathroom, you turn the knob of the shower and hold your hand out to check if the water was hot enough. when it was to your liking, you stepped in and automatically began bathing. you breathed out steadily and comfortably at the feeling of the water on your skin. you felt as if you were washing away not only the dirt, but your inner sins. showers like these were always the best after a long day.

you grabbed your rag, getting your sensitive skinned soap off the shower organizer and began lathering your body in it. there wasn’t a thought in your mind at the moment, but there was an unmistakably unsettling feeling settling on your skin.

it was as if your mind and energy from within was telling you something was going to happen. but you couldn’t mind it right now. not when you were so hyper fixated on how good the water against you felt. after about twenty-thirty minutes in the shower and the skin on the callus of your finger took a pruny look.

you wrapped your towel around your body and walked to your bedroom. you dry your body down, and begin to lather up in your shea butter and your method coconut, rice milk, and shea butter lotion that you grabbed off a high shelf from target. taking your bonnet off you take your curls out from the twists, slightly combing them out, but not too much to keep the slight tight lock look. you put your hair up in a loose ponytail, admiring the way the somewhat curls spilled out.

slipping your panties and bra on, you wrap your silk black robe around your figure. you slide your vanilla white fluffy slippers on and grab your phone and charger to ensure you wouldn’t have to move a fucking foot off the coach unless it was to use the downstairs bathroom. walking out of the bedroom, you make your way down the hall and start down the steps.

you walk into the living room and plug your phone up and put it on the couch before playfully jumping on the couch and rolling all the way over to the kitchen. you wobbly and giggly walk into the kitchen, and grab a glass from the bar cabinet. you slightly run the callous of your index finger along the bottles that courageously stood on the shelf. you decide you on an average, but good bottle of red wine.

you pour yourself a glass and open the refrigerator. your eye twitched, simply not wanting anything. but then your eyes fell upon a bag of green seedless grapes, and you smiled in victory.

putting the grapes into a bowl and washing them, you grab your wine and make your way to the couch. you put your drink down on the coffee table, carrying your bowl to turn out the light. sitting down you scroll for a movie or a show, settling for nonetheless the classic, shameless. your favorite porn with a plot. you grabbed the folded blanket on the couch and spread it over yourself.

this was fucking amazing.

you were finally laying back, your feet propped on the comfortable couch watching one of your beloved shows.

you had lost track of time, but all you knew was that it was dark outside and your glass of wine and grapes were gone having fallen pure victim to your mouth. you had dozed off to sleep with the show still running. maybe it was a symptom of working and going to school so much that you hadn’t even recognized that you were even asleep.

but you were pulled away when there was a knock to your door. you jolted awake, and shook the sleep away and let your hands rub at your eyes. god, what fucking time was it? you looked at the tv box surprised as you read 8:45 PM. no fucking way you were going to sleep now.

you stood up and rewrapped your robe, and slid your slippers back on. another knock erupted from the person behind the door and your eyebrow lifted. “just a minute!” you call out and you walked to the door — tiredly forgetting to look out of the peephole. you unlock it and open the door while continuously rubbing your eyes.

to your surprise, it was…

“armin?” your groggy voice is apparent as just having been sleep. “what’re you doing here-“ before you could finish your sentence, all of a sudden you were being shoved into your house. the door shut with the kick of a foot and suddenly your chest was pressed against it. the stupor of tire had fallen right out of you from the surprise. “armin! what are you— oh. . .!” you couldn’t suppress the sound of surprise that fell from your lips as armin suddenly snapped his hips up into you.

he offered you no words of welcome. instead, whispering in your ear; “do you want it?”

his words shock you at the suddenness off all of it. at the same time, you felt like you knew what “it” meant, but at the same time you didn’t. armin had never been this rough with you before. but with all the pent up sexual frustration you had from him not doing you the way you wanted to be did, you felt no reason to say no. in fact, you felt more motivated to get him more worked up.

“yes. . . yes, i want it.” you reply, grinding your ass back on him and you hear him groan behind you. you feel him ease up and you taken the opportunity to spin around and wrap your hands around his neck. he placed his hands on the back meat of your thigh motioning for you to wrap your legs around his waist. his strength coming in handy from him spending various hard working days and building muscles at the gym. his head dropped at your neck, sucking fierce hickeys into your skin.

you sigh blissfully at the feeling of him licking over your pleasure points. “why’re you being so aggressive, armin?” you softly breathe, rubbing your hands into his hair and massaging his scalp just the way he liked. “why’re you avoiding me?” he puts bass in his voice at the word you and you gasp as he bites your neck while violently pushing his hips up into you.

“i don’t know what you’re— fuck… talking about—“ you whisper out in between passionate moans. “tell me what you want.” between the malicious grinding and the nipping at the pleasure points of your neck, you felt your pride bit by bit going out the door he quite literally just came in from. “how do you want me to fuck you, y/n? a closed mouth won’t get fed,” his breath hit the shell of your ear and you let out a whine.

“please. . .” you moan, feeling overwhelmed in pleasure as you begin to work yourself up. “tell me, baby. please what?” his words came out like a command mixed with a whine and you budged. “armin. . . i want you to fuck me rough… fuck, please.” you feel him let out a shaken breath at your words as if he wasn’t expecting you to be so brazenly blunt.

“god, you’re so fucking hot. c’mere,” his command immediately fires and blazes up the candle lit between you two and your lips meet roughly. he walked toward the staircase and carried you at the same time. he pulled away from your lips for a bit, focusing on getting up the steps safely. it’d be a real mess if he lost footing and tripped down the steps with you still in his arms. that would surely kill the mood.

he gasped as he felt your lips kissing and slightly biting his neck, making sure not to leave any hickeys. you could hide your marks easily with makeup or even a long necked shirt under your scrubs. but armin unfortunately couldn’t. not when he was at training or at the gym. so that was a rule that was set between you two. finally, he was up the steps and he walked to your bedroom. he walked in and kicked the door shut with the heel of his shoe.

the minute he did you were already placed on the bed by him. he was already taking his shoes off and socks off, kicking them off to the side. he’d stalk toward you, and look you in the eye before rubbing your chin and jaw. “you sure you want this, babe? i don’t wanna hurt you,” his thumb rubbed over your lip and you smiled. the terms of endearment that you both called each other always made you feel bubbly inside even though you two weren’t in a relationship.

“you have no idea how much i want this armin. i want you so bad,” your hands rubbed over the tent that bulged out of his pants. he groaned before grabbing your hand. he had already knew where you were going with it.

“not like that.”

your hand rested back at your side and you noticed as his eyes were fixated on your chest then at your lips. you were slightly confused on what he was aiming at but then, it hit you.

oh.

his hands rubbed over your shoulder, and he smoothly slid your robe off your shoulders. you tense at the feeling of cold being met with your skin and the hair tickling feeling of the robe being slipped off. when your robe was entirely off of your upper half, his head slowly moved down to your head in a leaning position, and his hands placed themselves on either sides of your cheeks. his soft, buttered lips engulfed yours in a steamy kiss and you feel your thighs begin to tremble.

his hands rubbed the sides of your belly and you moaned into his mouth. his hands slither from cradling your face to your back. his hands maneuver their way to your bra and he unhooks it letting the hooks swiftly fly apart. he only moves away from you when you’re seemingly running out of breath. with another steaming tongue kiss, he moves away from you and stands at his full height. he takes your bra completely off and you shudder from the slight breeze in your room.

your eyes look up to his face, then down to his belt. his belt and pants were in the way at this point. your teeth slightly bite down on your lip and you give him a doe eyed expression. armin always gave you what you wanted the minute you gave him these eyes. your eyes fixated on his belt and your hands followed in pursuit. your hands rubbed the rough strap of his belt while letting your eyes roll up and meet his. keeping eye contact with him, he cracks first and you watch him toss his head back with a groans.

“can i please take these off, baby?” you ask, referring to both his pants and belt. he sighs blissfully. “fuck, yes. please,” he responds and you smile in victory. your hands scramble with his belt buckle, sliding the belt strap out and the metal part out. once the belt was unbuckled, you automatically remove the button from his pants and you slow your pace down a bit as you pull his hard cock from his boxers.

before you could take anymore control of the situation, armin grabbed a slight rough hold of your chin and moved your head up. you gasp and your arms move away from his cock on instinct. “slow down, i’m not going anywhere. okay?” his hand extends to your lip, and rubs your bottom lip. you repetitively nod in response and even you were taken aback by your sudden push into submission.

“talk to me, baby. i need you to use your words.”

fuck, you knew he was good at dirty talking you. he would always guide you through sex. but something about this felt so different and more sinful.

“yes, yes. okay,” you impatiently respond. “please let me touch you.”

armin felt his heart drop at this moment. you were already begging for him and he hadn’t barely touched you. he felt an ominous tingle settle on the back of his neck. it was taking him everything not to just bend you over the bed and take you over and over again until you physically couldn’t take it anymore.

“open your mouth.” you felt your stomach drop at his words. the tingles you felt in your stomach couldn’t be missed. you humbly abide by his command and part your lips, opening up enough so that his cock would fit. his hand tugged your head forward bringing you closer to his cock— which was dripping with pre-cum.

“you know what to do to me baby,” you don’t hesitate as you lick his tip and soon wrap your lips around it. “fuck yes, there you go,” you slowly move your head in, feeling tears prick your eyes automatically. you hollow your cheeks, and feel your head begin to cloud up at the lewd sounds that you two made as you both set a pace. his thumbs roughly dig into your head and he started to snap his hips up, meeting your mouth.

you hands gripped his shirt as you were really starting to depend on breathing through your nose. you felt your jaw begin to sore up and numb a little already from how rough he was being with you. “just like that b—babe, fuck. suck it like that. you’re doing so good f’me.”

armin was in heaven right now. he felt like the luckiest man on earth to see the sight laid upon him right now. your eyes lidded, your pretty hands gripping onto his polo white tee for dear life, and how fucking nasty and sinful you looked. your spit coated his cock in the nastiest way when you gave him head. but he didn’t want to get too lost in pleasure and forget about the tasks at hand. but it was so damn hard to find the courage to tell you to stop sucking him.

finally, after a few more thrusts and a few more gargles, he finally told you to stop. “fuck, fuck, stop.” you stopped the minute he told you to as if you’d been frozen. you pull him out of your mouth with a pop and he lets out a shaky chuckle as he wiped the spit from the side of your mouth. you give him a cloudy look of confusion and he just snickers again. “don’t wanna finish too quick. i still have a lotta other things i wanna do to you.”

fuck, he was driving you crazy. his words. his praise. his everything.

he guides his hands to yours and he puts your hands up to your chest. you already knew where this was going and you let yourself handle the rest. you pushed your tits together and armin admired the blasphemous sight before him.

“you gonna let me use you?”

“yes.”

“if it’s too much, you’ll tell me to stop, right?”

“mhm.”

“are you sure you sure you want this?”

“god, armin please just use me already,” your words make armin snap to realization. he was fucking up again. he had come this far and he wouldn’t dare kill the mood. “okay,” was all he said, before rubbing his cock on your tits. out of nowhere, you felt sudden wetness on your chest. your eyes peer down and— holy fuck.

he just spat on your tits.

he used his cock to spread his saliva all over your chest, lathering you up. he stopped when he was right under your boob, and to your surprise, he pushed right on up. he let out a moan, and your legs snapped shut like a swinging door. your thighs rub together and you whimper, beginning to work yourself up.

every-time he pushed his cock up, your lips were faced with his remaining inches. you could feel it. you were soaking. you were trying to release the tense feeling between your legs by rubbing your thighs together, but to no avail, it wouldn’t get you off. you wanted— no you needed to be filled by him. you needed to speed this process up. thus, this time when he pushed himself up into your breasts, you darted your tongue out on his tip.

the pitch of his moans went up, and his pace increased as he got needier and needier. “holy— fuck, fuck, fuck. . .” he moaned, and you could tell he was nearing the edge. it felt fucking amazing to know you were making him feel so good.

his whimpers were constant and the turns and twists of your stomach never ceased due to the lewdness of your activities. his face balled up and his hands gripped at your shoulders. “fuck. . . no more, no more,” he breathed out and you let your tongue lay flat back in your mouth. you stopped holding your breasts together and his hard cock snapped right back up to his abdomen. the sinful sight of you added kerosene to the fire that was already sparked between you two.

“fuck. turn over. turn over right fucking now.” his command does not slip into one ear and out the other. you immediately turn your body over, spreading out comfortably. you put your ass in the air and turn your head to the right side to catch a glimpse of him for his validation. “there you go, baby. so good f’me,” your pussy clenched at his praise, and his cold palm began to rub all over your body, starting at your asscheeks. he noticed how you sensitively jolted at his sudden touch.

“you must be so worked up. i’m so sorry, baby.” his hands rubbed down your sides before maneuvering down to push your panties down your thighs. you feel a shiver run down your spine at his actions. this position was so intimate to the point you couldn’t even hide from him. but at the same time, you couldn’t imagine running considering how needy he had you. “‘min…” you whimper out his name as he rubbed your thighs— clearly avoiding where you needed him the most.

“fuck, you’re so wet. this all for me?” he asked already knowing the answer. you groan at his question, and try to push your ass back on him. “what do you think, captain obvious?” he grins at your cattiness.

“should i not touch you at all?” you whine in regret, and your lips pout. “please, i’m sorry.” he smiled at your compliance and rubbed lovingly at your sides. his hands trailed back down toward your ass, and he finally let his finger slide between your lower lips. your whole body shuddered and soft moans spilled from your plump lips as he began to slowly circle your clit with both his ring and middle finger.

“fuck, a—armin. . . you’re driving me crazy,” you spill out with a groan as you push yourself back on his fingers. “i know, i know. i’ll make it all go away,” he reinsured softly, but in the most mocking tone. he let himself steady on the bed, towering over you. before you could register his sudden shadow, armin’s middle finger was buried into you with his ring finger slowly coming with it.

your mouth made an “o” shape at the sudden pressure. your surprised moans came quickly.

he curled his fingers inside you in search of the spongy spot that would make you scream for him.

without any surprises, he found it instantly.

“shit— oh shit,” you moaned out as his speed increased tenfold. usually when armin fingered you, he took his time with you to make sure you were fully prepared and to maybe even see if there was anything else he could do while doing it that would get you even more turned on.

but this?

this was rough and done without any remorse.

he was pounding you from the back with his long, slender fingers like a madman. your cheeks were flushed and you were drooling stupidly onto the pillows from your mouth being dropped open from pleasured shock and moans. you cried out at the feeling of armin’s fingers continuously fucking your spot, and your thighs began to tremble.

your mouth felt dry as if you had swallowed sand. but you still felt the need for his validation and permission.

“m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum. armin please let me,” you cry out and he’s surprised at how submissive you were being. he wanted nothing more than for you, his pretty girl, to get what you wanted— which was sweet release. any other time, he would’ve gave it to you without any questions asked. but right now, you bitching about sensitivity before he got to the main course of the night was the last thing he needed.

thus, his response simply being a mean;

“no.”

he pulled his fingers out of you with a lewd popping sound, but that was nothing compared to the audible whine you let out feeling your euphoria that was to come being snatched away from you. you look back at him with a spiteful face, straight mean mugging him. before you could continue, he shut that shit down immediately with a hand around your throat.

“fix your face, y/n. only reason i didn’t let you cum was because i wanted you to do it on my dick,” he states, squeezing the sides of your neck ultimately forcing you back into a clouded and compliant state of mind. “but if you keep it up with this little attitude of yours, i won’t give you anything.” you whined out at his words, not wanting anything to do with the consequences of your actions. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry. please armin, i need it so bad,” you babble and armin just smiled.

he leaned down and kissed your shoulder, letting your neck go and you finally let yourself properly inhale and exhale. “since you have such good manners, ill give it to you. okay?” you nod repeatedly, letting out a stream of “yes” and “please”.

with your consent valid in green, he wrapped his hand around his cock, and brought it to your dripping hot sex. he rubbed your clit with his tip vertically, letting out a chilled breath at the way your pussy was already coating him in the nastiest way and he hadn’t even got a taste of her.

“m gonna put it in now, okay?” he leaned down with his dick in his left hand while he used his right to place himself as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “you’ll tell me if i’m too rough or if you wanna stop and take it easy, right?”

“mhm, i will. i swear,” in these moments with him kissing the side of your head and whispering in your ear about how lucky he was to be with you in these moments made everything that wasn’t him and the comfortable cotton sheets under you dissolve into nothingness. it was just you, him, and your bed floating above ground without gravity holding it down.

and you were still floating as he kept whispering in your ear and slowly sunk himself into you. your mouth was dropped open with no sounds coming out as you instinctively focused on the pressure on your lower half. armin was panting out breaths trying hard not to absolutely obliterate you in searching for his own pleasure.

his whisperings of; “i’ve got you,” and “you’re doing so well already,” never ceasing. once he sunk all the way in, he could feel your cunt pulsing and clenching on him. he knew you were trying to adjust, but if you kept this up he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to do what you wanted.

“stop. fucking. doing. that.” armin hissed out. the aggression in his tone masked the neediness that coated him like polish. he slowly moved himself back, before sliding into you. he wanted to go slow with you first before speeding up because he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

now, you were both softly moaning in symphony. you couldn’t deny that you loved this position and the way he was fucking you in it. part of you hated yourself for even daring to complain about the way he fucked you, but you couldn’t deny your interest in trying different things. but you did feel like shit and overall ashamed about the way you went about it.

“m sorry, i’m s—hm! sorry ‘min,” you babble out, slightly stumbling on your words as you could feel him pressing against your spot. armin’s brows furrowed, but his confused face shortly took on a face twisted in blind pleasure. “f—for what?” he asked, kissing your shoulder blade.

his affection made tears prick your eyes and your heavy breaths kept coming out. you kept trying to form coherent words but they all came out pressed together.

“foravoidingyou.”

the chuckle that armin let out came out raspy. his hips continued to grind into you at a somewhat faster rate, but it was still nice and intimate. he swapped with his left hand and used it to hold himself up. he now used his right to wrap around your throat, squeezing the side making your head go airy. your eyes rolled back and your pussy clenched. armin grunted from the pressure.

he used his hand to turn your head and let his lips press against yours. you both breathed into each others mouths intimately. “s okay, baby. don’t think. just feel good.” you listened to his command, nodding repeatedly. he took advantage of your soon open mouth and slipped his pink tongue inside. you rocked your hips back on his, and the wet clapping sounds that filled the room made it obvious what you two were doing.

you two sloppily made out and you moaned as he suckled on your tongue. he pulled away from your lips, before suddenly licking them and your teeth. “focus on me, baby. i’m all yours,” he moaned out, his eyes going doe and his abdomen clenching up.

god, if only you knew he could fuck you like this forever. but much to his favor and his dismay, he couldn’t.

and he wouldn’t.

he moved up, sliding out of you as he stood up off the bed. before you had the chance to whine and beg for him to come back, a hand was being wrapped around your ankle and you were being dragged backwards. you gasp as your ass is met with armin’s length, which he taps on your pussy.

he marvels at the way your pussy was practically drooling on his cock. you were fucking perfect for him. “you’re dripping on me. . .” he lets his right hand find it’s place on your ass while the other grabs his cock ready to put it back inside. you burned with anticipation. you knew what was to come and what sort of treatment he was about to feed you. maybe that’s why you suddenly tensed up. he tried to slip back inside of you, but was shortly denied entry when your tense walls pushed him back out.

“i’m gonna give you exactly what you’ve been wanting, baby. but i need you to relax f’me, yeah?” you nod, still feeling your heartbeat out of your chest. “breathe for me, baby. we have time. if you’re not ready it’s okay. we’re here to be safe.”

you didn’t want to stop. not at all. you ached and it was an ache only armin himself could relieve. you look back at him with one side of your cheeks buried in the bed.

“i need you, please, armin.”

the doe eyed (fuck me) look you gave armin made something in him snap suddenly like a rubber band. suddenly the patient, proper young man his mother brought him up to be flew out of him like a bat out of hell. he gripped your hip and grabbed himself before again, rubbing himself against your cunt vertically.

“you are driving me fucking insane,” he aggressively rasped, before mercilessly sinking his cock into you. the gasp you let out was elongated. he wasted no time pulling his hips all the way back and snapping them inside of you. you let out a hiss and a moan feeling him drag so expertly against your walls.

now, all that ran through armin’s head was what eren told him you said at the bar. his simple and blunt words of; “something about you not fucking her right” played back in his head like a broken record.

and maybe that was why he felt the need to show you just how strong and swift he’d gotten during long days of training and long nights at the gym. he wanted you to feel it. to feel him. and maybe that’s why he didn’t recognize how his pace had increased— fucking you like an animal that had something to prove.

“ah, ah, f—fuck!” you loudly moan. armin hissed at the tensity of your walls, biting down on his bottom lip. his hands slide up and grip your hips to bring you backwards to meet his thrusts.

“min’. . .” you moan out, your hands gripping the pillows strongly trying to brace yourself. something about this type of sex made you feel vulnerable, but you felt so good.

but little did you know, armin hadn’t even made half of an effort yet.

“you’re fucking me—mphm— so goodd,” you pant out and armin groans. “yeah?” he panted out in a raspy voice, not once letting the rock of his hips come to a halt. the fast, wet and loud clapping noises that came from you two were fucking nasty. nastier than they were before when he was fucking you slow and with pure purpose.

“mhm,” you moaned back to him.

his head tilted back with his lips parted as he let out soft moans. his hair fell back with him, and his eyes forced themselves shut as he was grasping in the pleasure. after a few seconds of drinking in his own pleasure, he gained back self control and decided it was time to really make you feel good.

his hair was messy and his forehead began to develop small beads of sweat due to quite the workout he was getting in. his grip on your hips stabled and he’d begin to brace himself for the way he was about to fuck you. because little did you know, the speed and intensity he was fucking with you just a moment ago was nothing compared to how he was gonna fuck you now. he pulled back letting only his tip rest inside of you.

he knew that you probably thought he was gonna go right back to how he was doing you before. but it was quite the contrast because when he pushed in, he was automatically angling at your spot.

you didn’t realize how long your loud moan was until your voice had cut off, not allowing you to let anything out.

he pulled his hips back before slamming into you again and you shuddered at the sensitive feeling of him in your stomach. he kept up with fucking you aggressively with a fucked out flushed face and upper teeth digging into his plush bottom lip. the increased speed and impact of his thrusts had you sobbing crocodile tears in fat globs.

“baby, s’ too deepp. . .” you cry and sniffle into the sheets. you felt the wind being knocked out of you from every push of his hips. you had no fucking idea what was going through armin’s head right now and that scared you. but you couldn’t lie that it made you wetter, which gave him all the more access.

“take it. i know you can.” his words make you whine, but you never would’ve expected that his response to your brattiness would’ve been a hard palm coming down to brutally slap your ass. you sobbed loudly, your mouth sputtering apologies. your cries fell on death ears as armin continued fucking you with no remorse.

instinctively, your hands went behind you to push at hips to try and slow him down. “move your hand.” your attempts failed as armin gripped both of your wrists in his left hand while his right roughly clapped down on your ass. you tried to pussy out and run away from the pleasure, but armin at this point was sick and tired of your shit.

he spanked you once, before once turned into five times. he groaned as your ass jiggled back in his palm and he left your bottom stinging and red. “stop fucking running,” he started, his tone husky as he growled listening to you sob and moan out in pleasure into the sheets.

“why do you never listen to me? do i treat you too well?” you shook you head no repeatedly, not being able to form words from how perfectly his tip rested against your spot. your legs were shaking and you were sure how long you would be able to take him like this.

“y/n,” he called out your name, and he had felt you clench on him.

you were going dumb on him a little too soon for his liking.

“open your mouth and talk.” your lips quivered and you forked over the first response that thankfully spilled into your head.

“i’m sorry. i’ll be good. i love the way you treat me, armin.” if armin wasn’t red before, he was definitely now. “then let me make you cum. please, baby. i’ll make you feel so good,” he meant for his words to be slightly dominant, but they only came out in a whiny tone and you nodded, sniffling.

“o—kay.” he let you catch up with your breath, before pulling out halfway and pushing back in. he gripped your wrist behind your back with both of his strong hands to help you meet his thrusts. his veins were bulging out of the back of his hand while he grabbed them. his pace increased and you were sure passersby heard not only your moans, but his too. the bed kept hitting the wall, possibly even putting a dent into it.

“armin, a—armin!” tears kept spilling from your face and you felt your orgasm about to roll in. “y—yes, baby? fuck— you feel so fucking good,” his praise made you moan out and clench his cock. “cum— i’m gonna cum!” he whimpered in response, feeling his abdomen begin to swirl with a tingling sensation he was all too familiar with.

“m. . . me too,” he whispered, panting out. he was swearing under his breath, saying how good you were making him feel, and how he felt so lucky to be with you like this.

with another thrust of his hips and more words of praise, you had came with a cry and scream of his name. you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and your knees had given out. thankfully, you had a caring man behind you who immediately wrapped his arms around you. he held your waist up to fuck you through your orgasm. he leaned down and pressed kisses to your shoulder.

he was moaning close in your ear, his heavy breaths for air kissing your ear. “m so close,” he moaned out, and your walls involuntarily clamped down on his cock. your teeth bit down on your lip and you whimpered at the sensitivity. but you wanted his validation more than anything right now. “s okay min, you can use me.” he moaned back at you in response and he could feel your legs shake under him.

he knew you were sensitive from your recent orgasm and the last thing he wanted to do was cause pain for you. “t—thank you, baby. thank you so much. i. . . i’ll be quick. i promise,” he babbled in your ear, and you were still hazy from how hard euphoria had hit you. you tried not to focus on the raw stimulation as armin continued to drill himself into you.

he was a moaning mess in your ear, and you knew he was bound to cum soon from how sloppy his thrusts were.

everything armin did was done with precision and was always thoroughly thought out before he carried it out. but when armin was about to release, it was a side that not even he himself knew he had.

“agh, fuck!” he whimpered and he was right on the tipping edge. he continued on for a few moments until he finally pulled out and after stroking himself, he finally busted. he came on the stinging skin of your ass. he was trying to be careful to not crush you with his body weight.

you both took breaths for air trying to catch up with the session you two just had. he was the first to catch up and he rolled over to lay next to you. he let his arms wrap around you, pulling you into an embrace. he rubbed your bare back and you sighed into his touch. “that was really. . .” he started and you smiled.

“fucking amazing,” you both finished and you looked at each other with widened eyes, startled. you both laughed and you snorted, causing more laughter to emit from you two. once the laughter died down, you both looked into each others eyes, and he moved a sweaty piece of your hair out of your face.

“you look so beautiful. you always do,” he said with a blush on his face, and a toothy smile paints your face. you lean in and press a kiss to his forehead, then to his cheek, and finally to his lips. it was funny how he had just literally obliterated your insides and now he was cuddled up with you while rubbing your back.

“thank you, baby. you treat me so well.”

his face was still flushed and you found it to be normal. well that was until he started to look away from you and avoid eye contact with you. your hand went to his cheek and caressed it with your thumb. “min, what’s wrong?” you ask, genuinely concerned.

“i. . .” he started, and he looked at your smiling, encouraging face. due to that, he felt less insecure telling you what he wanted from you. “i wanna go again.” his words stun you a bit, and he automatically takes it as a no. “m sorry, m sorry. i’m so greedy for asking that,” he apologizes repeatedly, and you immediately snap him out of it.

“no, no, you’re good. i promise. just— can you get me towel or something to wipe off the. . . y’ know…” he nodded as he got up and you admired how strong he’d gotten. his chest and legs were toned, his abs were coming in, and his calves were looking strong too.

he went into the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel off one of the metal hooks. he walked back in and sat back on the edge of the bed. you turned over and his hand gripped the towel as he wiped his own sticky substances off the curve of your ass.

he balled the towel up before tossing it into the hamper— ultimately making it. he smiled in childish victory watching you move back to rest your head in the pillows. he chuckled, laying his palm flat for stabilization as he climbed on top of you. he kissed your lips lovingly, and your hands found their place on either sides of his cheeks. your inner thighs found the sides of his hips. he pulled away from your mouth slightly— but overall, he was still close. a sloppy wet sound emitted from your mouths.

“how do you want it?” he asked, panting against your kiss swole lips. in this moment, you wanted him to be closer than ever to you. you wanted him to be slow and to treat you like delicate glassware that would break by one small irresponsible touch. you kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his neck trying to bring him closer to you. when you parted again, he was blushing against you and you could definitely feel his cock hardening against you.

“i want you to be slow, please?”

“yes!” he says louder than usual, and when he realized the height of his tone, his cheeks took on a pink hue. “yes of course.” he said that im a more regular tone and he toothily smiles at you, leans his face to the side, and kisses you smoothly. he behaved like a man who had just hit the lottery. although he had just came to find out he enjoyed fucking you like a man who had lost his morals, he loved fucking you slowly and worshipping every last part of you.

“ready?” he whispered in your ear and he put his face in your neck, licking the side of it. “mhm, yes,” you moan out as he started to suck deeper bruises into your neck. your body shivered intensely in anticipation. he kept his face hidden in your neck. the inner thighs that were just resting on his hips turned into your legs being wrapped around his slutty waist.

you could feel his tip sliding up and down on your clit. you let your fingertips play with the locks of his hair and massage his scalp as he slowly slid himself back into you. your lips part from the blazing stretch.

“fuck. . .” you both whimper in sync. when he bottomed out inside you, you were a whining mess. you were still a lil sensitive from your previous orgasm and feeling him twitch inside you left you with a feeling of fullness and euphoria.

armin knew that all the feelings you may have felt at once may have been overbearing, so he kissed your forehead lovingly and dipped his head to your ear. “doing so good f’me,” he moaned in your ear and your top teeth dug into your bottom lip in response.

“you feel so good. . . i could stay inside you forever,” he whispered, and you moaned back at him in response. “g—goddamn baby. . .” he whimpered and when he confidently pulled his hips back and snapped them up, you could feel your resolve crumble bit by bit. you felt ashamed each time he would fuck inside you and talk to you in the dirtiest ways because of the way your pussy would squelch— ultimately talking back to him.

you had truly felt whole with him pressing kisses to your head, him whispering how proud he was of you, how lucky he was to even be within an inch radius of you, and how good your pussy felt. all the intimacy mixed with pleasure was too much for you and you knew your neighbors fucking hated both of you.

there were four words to describe how you felt in these moments.

loved.

cherished.

respected.

comfortable.

never once had you felt neglected by armin and it was insane how one person, a man at that, could make you feel so valued and precious.

you felt a tear spill from your eye at the overwhelming feeling of him fucking you so good. “i feel so good, armin. . .” you whimper, your hands struggling to find their place before settling on his back. you were trying to be careful not to mark him up, but you just couldn’t help it. your nails dug into his back before you knew it. but to your surprise, he just moaned in response. “i love the way you make me feel— ah!” a sharp gasp emitted from your throat as you were cut off by his cock sitting right at your spot. your eyes had widened up and armin grinned.

bullseye.

he had snapped his hips back up as if he was teasing you and it was no surprise when your nails gripped him harder and a noisy moan escaped you.

“right there, baby?”

you couldn’t even sweep up a response as you were left speechless. your eyes were halfway shut as if you were high and he could tell you were left in a feeling of euphoria that was hard to process. you were trying to speak, but all that was coming out was nonsense, whimpering and whining. he couldn’t help but feel bad for you as tears began to feel your eyes and your legs shook around his hips.

he kissed your lips and made a frowning face. “awe, ‘s okay, baby. i’ll make it feel better,” he says as he nods his head somewhat mockingly. but damn did he live up to his expectations and make it feel better he did because right after he said he would, he chased the spot down effective immediately. “oh— fuck!” you moaned, your back arching up into his chest. if you thought the noises of your pussy were embarrassing before, you were utterly mistaken because these noises were just downright nasty.

he was beating your pussy up raw and all you could do in response was just lay there and take it. “oh m’ fcking. . . mphm, fuck!” as you moaned, your mouth hung open pathetically and armin took the opportunity to suckle on your bottom lip, occasionally biting it. if only you knew how good you looked taking him down like this. although his pace increased, his gentleness and the intimacy he provided didn’t cease once however. once he stopped sucking your lips, he started kissing all over your face in places like your cheeks, forehead, chin, and jawline.

once again, the feelings of his love begin to swell in your heart. his lips fanned your ear as he whispered the nastiest things you had ever heard in your life. such as; “i can never get enough of this pussy, i swear.” your nails drug down his back the harder he went and the more he whispered in your ear. you felt your heart jump when you heard him hiss in what you assumed was pain.

you knew nine times outta ten, you drew blood from him. “m sorry,” you cried out, tears spilling from your eyes, and armin could’ve melted from your cuteness. you were too fucking adorable.

“its okay, baby. i know you can’t help it,” he whispered, kissing the side of your lip. he sat up, sitting on his knees and grabbed your hips to drag you forward. your bit the inside of your cheek at the feeling of him ultimately dragging you down on his cock. but he looked in you in your eyes as he readjusted himself inside of you to fit snug against your spot. through your teary eyes, you could see him grin.

“does that feel good baby?”

you swore— the audacity of this motherfucker.

he had your legs twitching uncontrollably and you were practically reduced to a whimpering mess. then he had the balls to you a dumbass question such as that. of course it felt fucking good. but you wouldn’t— no more so you couldn’t open your mouth to speak against it.

when he pushed forward with his tip punching right at your spot, your walls spasmed and you clenched his cock. his teeth grit at the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in as if you were trying to milk him for all he had. you were nonetheless reduced to a dumb mess. you could feel your pussy leaking a mess onto the sheets below and the sticky slick that emitted from the both of you made him slip in so fucking easy.

your vision was blurry as armin kept fucking you. his fingers dug into your hips as he rocked you back and forward to help you meet his thrusts. it was safe to say that he was using you like a sex doll, but there was still him now moaning compliments. you were sure the entire block you lived on had an idea of how good your pussy was.

the man on top of you looked so fucking good. his head tilted back. his mouth dropped slightly open with the prettiest sounds coming from it. his head dropped as he looked at you. he let his left hand take control of your hips impressively as his right hand was now used to rub your bottom lip soothingly. he dropped down to lean his face closer to yours, and he began to fuck you much deeper. your tongue hung from your mouth disgustingly as you could feel the release you were waiting on.

his hips grind into you in the sexiest way possible. you couldn’t believe how good he had gotten at this. his tip knocked against your cervix and you moaned. “a—armin, i’m gonna— oh, god.”

armin knew what was gonna happen better than anyone. so instead of letting it break his stride, he let his thumb hook into your mouth and like a slut, you sucked on it the second he slid it in. he smiled like someones proud father and took it of your mouth. he stopped for a moment, letting you breathe. his left hand now left your hip and he sat up once more, towering over you. he let his hand wrap around your throat and squeezed it tighter than what he did previously. “is that too tight?” he asked and you cutely shake your head no.

“‘s just perfect, ‘min.”

he blushed, and slid himself back into you. you moaned loudly the minute he put it back in. it was like he was an expert at automatically finding your spot. it was insane the way he knew your body and its routes. he could tell he had surprised you when he put his spit soaked thumb on your puffy clit because when he did, you screamed and clenched him nice n tight.

with his thumb rubbing tight circles on your pearl and the hand on your throat experimentally squeezing the sides, you were seeing fucking stars. you knew what it was the second you started seeing white lines cloud your vision. you were about to cum, and you couldn’t even verbally tell him. armin could tell you were though because of the way you were trapping him as if you wanted him to knock a son into you. your toes were wiggling dumbly in the air and your eyes rolled back into your skull.

and just like that, you came. but what you didn’t pick up on was that this release was different from others because the minute you came, you loudly moaned three words that would change your relationship. words that a normal person would want to tell someone over a nice dinner.

you didn’t expect to yell so suddenly;

“i love you!” as your head was in the clouds.

but what was also unexpected was that the minute you said it, armins crumbled and came. he had spilled one right inside you and you couldn’t complain. when you had realized what you said, your eyes had widened like you had seen a ghost.

armin’s cheeks were pink like he’d been sunburnt as he was catching up with his breaths. sweat rolled down his forehead and down his body, and as if he was in a fitness commercial, the pearl of sweat rolled down his abs. he looked too damn good as his glow started to come in.

you both were looking at each other lopsided and stupid. both of you blinking dumbly as if he didn’t just batter your guts up.

you were the first to break the silence with a; “armin, i—“ but before you could finish, armin cut you off. “did you mean it or was it like some. . . in the moment shit?” he asked and your eyes darted to the side. “i won’t be mad with you either way, y’know—“

“i meant it,” you rush out nervously. you feel your cheeks heat up nervously and a flush of heat coat your body. the nervousness made you accidentally clench his cock and you both hiss at the sensitivity. his cock was beginning to soften inside of you and he bit his lip. “imma take it out now. ‘kay?” you nodded and braced yourself for the nasty feeling. he slowly began to pull out of you and you shivered. it was uncomfortable, but there was still a slight quiver in your lower belly.

the second he was out of you, he pulled your body into his giving you kiss after kiss. “fuck, you don’t know how happy i am to hear that,” he says and you smiled. he lay his head atop of yours and pressed a kiss to your hairline. you hear him sniffle and you gasp.

you grab his cheeks and pull him away from your hips. you were surprised as his salty tears landed on your face. “armin, why’re you crying?!” you in a slight panic. he chuckled and dropped himself to your side. you pulled him closer to you and rubbed his scalp. “i don’t know. . . i’m just— so happy,” he continued to laugh and you smiled. he was so adorable. his arms closed around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. you felt like he was squeezing the air out of you, but you couldn’t complain. it was kinda comforting in a way.

after cuddling for a little, you both had decided it was time for you to pee, and a well needed shower for the both of you. as he sat up, he stretched his muscles and you let your head sit on your palm as you enjoyed the show. you couldn’t help but feel bad at the nasty cuts starting to form on his back.

but oh well.

at least people would know exactly who he belonged to.

“hey, you never said you love me back,” you mention, tapping your lip. he chuckled, letting his fingers comb through his hair leaving him with an effortless sexy push back look. “oh, oops.” he shrugged his shoulders with a smug grin and you let out a dramatic gasp. “asshole,” your hand fell on your heart with an offended look on your face.

he rolled his eyes sky high and you gasp again before throwing a pillow straight in his direction— to which he of course caught. he tilt his head with a cocky smirk.

of course you found his expression hot as fuck though.

armin laughed before getting back on the bed and scooping you into his arms. he tickled the sides of your stomach and you giggled. he showered you in kisses all over your face and he was so damn swift you could barely meet him with half of them. he stopped and you two maintained eye contact with smiles on your faces.

“i love you too, y/n.”

butterflies pooled in your stomach and he kissed your forehead.

“so when am i taking my pretty, sexy, n beautiful girlfriend out?”

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Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 27: The Hard Decision

Chika PoV

As Isabelle dropped me next to Reyna, I moved close to Reyna's body, and we just cuddled by the trees. Reyna has a content smile as he hugs me closer.

"So far this day has been crazy, I never thought that I would sit next to you in this tree without worrying about monsters," Reyna says while she takes a long breath and just lays her shoulder on the branch.

“It’s nice that we could have this moment to ourselves Reyna," I say calmly while lying close to her chest. She and I are enjoying the body heat we share and I can hear birds chirping. This does feel like an ending to a Disney Movie where the main character and princess are just enjoying the moment after they beat the bad guy. I used my power to grow an apple, and I handed it to Reyna.

“For you, my queen” l say flirty and I winked. Reyna just ate a piece of the apple and she just chuckled.

“Thanks...” She got close to my face, and she kissed my lips. I felt our tongues wrestling with each other. Reyna pulled me to the ground got on top of me and went on kissing.

"AHEMM!! It seems you are busy daughter." The voice shouted and I saw my godly mother staring at Reyna and me. She was wearing a green flannel shirt with jeans that had dirt stains. She has styled her dark hair in braids and she looking at me with an annoyed expression.

“Apologies Lady Demeter.” Reyna got up from my body and bowed to my mother. I followed her lead and bowed to Mom now.

"You guys should wait till you marry or at least do in the bedroom. Well anyway, your grandmother and father are waiting for you, Chika. It's about business concerning Gaia." Mother says as she holds on to my hand.

"I want to join in on the conversation, I'm also aware of Chika being the host to the greatest enemy of Olympus.” Demeter just nods and lets Reyna follow us. Demeter still holds my hand while Reyna follows behind us. We saw my teenagers just doing basic training and we made it to the big house on top of the hill. We entered the house and we saw many paintings of lions and fruits. The house has light brown walls with many antiques. We got into the office while my father sat across from the mother of the Gods herself.

“So glad that you bring the child and the Praetor, Demeter?” Rhea says politely and she signals all of us to sit next to my father.

“Now that everybody is here, I believe Chika Hanabusa should stay at Spati for the time being. That will prevent my mother from causing devastation. It is not the best situation, and I don’t blame any of you if you have any objections.” Rhea closed her hands together and she looked at the four of us intently and saw how we reacted. To be honest I'm not even sure of being here when I promise that I will go to New Rome with Reyna. But now that dream could be broken because of Gaia.

“Honestly Mother I trust you to look after my daughter and prevent grandmother from using her for her plans. If it is alright with your mother, I want to spend a couple of days with Chika. I need to teach her about her powers and how to manage a home. Now I got my daughter Persephone to take after my duties for the time being, so I don’t need to worry about my duties for the time being.” Demeter says while I felt my body becoming tense. Mother will teach me about my powers, does she have a plan to make me stronger?

"That is not a bad idea daughter, Chika will need your assistance," Rhea says. I want to have a say about my future, I need to let them know how I feel because I'm the one that they are discussing.

"I will follow Demeter and your lead, Mother of the Gods because you guys can protect my daughter from Gaia. I want Chika to graduate high school, however, and I want her to be all alright about this. She wants to go to New Rome with her friend, Reyna. Isn't that right, Chika.?" Father looks at Reyna and me as we are holding hands. I just finally confessed my feelings to Reyna and now I have no choice but to stay away from her. Fate is cruel.

"That is correct father, I want to be with my girlfriend Reyna. But I understand why we are having this conversation. This is all about preventing Gaia from going on a rampage. Father, you told me that doing the right thing is not necessarily what we want but we must do. I don't like this decision at all, but I know that it is the right thing to do. I'm just worried if Reyna is willing to leave me." I covered my face with my hands. I felt some tears coming to my eyes, this is such a hard thing to do. Can Reyna forgive me for breaking my promise to her? The first day of being her girlfriend, and I'm already doing a crappy job. Maybe Reyna could understand that this is the best option at the moment and that this could be effective in helping Gaia while making sure other demigods don't come in danger. You know what, I have been thinking selfishly and all about my relationship with Reyna, I never bother to think about what Gaia truly wanted. The whole reason why she rampaged is because she care about her kids to the point of destroying herself.  If she’s around her titan daughters, then she can be at peace knowing that they are safe. Now I realize I’m being immature about this because I’m risking so many lives just to be with Reyna. I will become stronger to the point that I can make my own decisions without worrying about Gaia and someday, Reyna and I will be together like a normal couple.

“I agree with you, great Titan Queen. I wanted Chika to join me in New Rome, but it's not about what I want. If you can prevent Gaia from rising again and help Chika control her, then demigods don't need to worry about her anymore." Reyna says with a low voice, she looks a bit angry about this with her glaring at the wall behind Rhea and her taking in low breaths.

“Then it is decided, thank you, everybody, for your time," Rhea says formally while we all leave her office and go outside.

“Thank you Dad for standing up for me and I promise to make things work with you Reyna," I say to Reyna and my dad. My dad just kissed my forehead and gave me a giant hug. I hug back as well, sometimes I forget how strong my dad is. He walked with Demeter while giving Reyna and me a private moment.

"It's ok Chika, I'm not mad at you. What the Titan Queen is proposing is a smart decision. I kept forgetting that I was indirectly letting Gaia into camp, which is very risky. I will wait for you Chika Hanabusa, you are the love of my life and I won’t give you up ever. We will get through this and I promise to visit you often and Iris messaging every day.” Reyna says with a loud passionate voice.

“I won’t give you up either Reyna even if we are going to different locations for our goals. I will visit New Rome as well.” I say boldly and I decided to Kiss Reyna right here and now. Reyna kisses back and it's just us at the moment, nothing else matters.

[steveneveral]

Things sometimes just work out...(23 June 2024)

Events in my life just have a way of working themselves out.

I don't know I can manifest these things, but I seem to be good at it.

One good example was back after I graduated high school.

To set this up: From my senior year of high school up until I joined the Army at 20 years old, I worked at a Target store. It was a great job for me to have at that time in my life. I learned a lot about financial and personal responsibility, as well as developing a great work ethic. I also developed a hate for stupid people, but that's a story for another time. 😅

Back to the story: I started out as a cart pusher, worked my way up to cashier, and then I finally worked my way to the electronics department. I'll return to this later.

I'm also going to return to my relationship with Ashley for this part of the story. Ashley and I met in our senior year of high school and we were able to keep our relationship going even after we graduated. The main reason for this is because Ashley decided to take a year off from school before going to college since high school burned her out to a pretty high degree. I didn't have plans for going to college at that time because I couldn't even begin to think of affording it. (I'll get back to this as well.)

The pleasant side effect of Ashley taking a gap year before college was it allowed us to spend more time together. Long story short, we had a great year together and learned a lot about each other. At the end of her gap year, she left to go to college in Colorado.

It was heartbreaking for us to split up so she could go to school out of state, but we also understood that we weren't going to get in the way of each other getting out of the working class working world that we knew would trap us sooner or later.

Let's get back to my job at Target. The same week that Ashley left for Colorado, I was back working in the Target electronics department. The thoughts of Ashley's recent departure were weighing heavy on my mind that day when someone came up to me who was looking to buy a TV.

He asked me some questions about what was the best TV was for his budget, and I went into my spiel about the best TVs we had for sale. He then asked me a question that, now that I look back on it, was a key life moment:

"Can I ask you something else: Have you ever wanted to do more with your life?"

I thought about it for a few moments, and said "Yes, I've been thinking about that a lot recently." He could tell I had something weighing heavy on my mind. We chatted for a bit as we made our way to the electronics register. I learned he was an Army recruiter who worked at an office not too far from where I was working.

As I was ringing up his new TV, he hands me his business card: It said "Recruiter, US Army", with his name and all his professional contact info.

"If you're interested in doing something with your life, give me a call."

Later that afternoon I was sitting in the break room looking at this business card, Ashley still on my mind, and slowly realizing the universe just gave me a message: "Steven, here's a way out of this retail-working world. You should consider taking it."

Again, this was in late August, less than one week after Ashley left for Colorado. By that October, I had considered the offer and decided to sign my name on the enlistment contract. Not only did I now have a path out of the retail-working world, but thanks to the GI Bill I would be able to go to college, something I could only dream about before.

Ashley had her way out, now I had my own way out. The universe closed the door on Ashley, but opened the door to the rest of my life.

I still had a few months left to work at that Target store before I had to leave for the Army. By March of the next year I had trained my replacement in the electronics department, and by April I was on my way to Basic Training.

And so, the path to where I am today began.

It's weird. The universe ended one thing I had going, but opened another door to help me move my life forward.

A long-ish story, yes, but it's a good example of how I know that I'm going to be all right.

[jcmarchi]

Soaring high, in the Army and the lab

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Soaring high, in the Army and the lab

Starting off as a junior helicopter pilot, Lt. Col. Jill Rahon deployed to Afghanistan three times. During the last one, she was an air mission commander, the  pilot who is designated to interface with the ground troops throughout the mission.

Today, Rahon is a fourth-year doctoral student studying applied physics at the Department of Nuclear Science and Engineering (NSE). Under the supervision of Areg Danagoulian, she is working on engineering solutions for enforcement of nuclear nonproliferation treaties. Rahon and her husband have 2-year-old twins: “They have the same warm relationship with my advisor that I had with my dad’s (PhD) advisor,” she says.

Jill Rahon: Engineering solutions for enforcement of nuclear nonproliferation treaties

A path to the armed forces

The daughter of a health physicist father and a food chemist mother, Rahon grew up in the Hudson Valley, very close to New York City. Nine-eleven was a life-altering event: “Many of my friends’ fathers and uncles were policemen and firefighters [who] died responding to the attacks,” Rahon says. A hurt and angry teenager, Rahon was determined to do her part to help: She joined the Army and decided to pursue science, becoming part of the first class to enter West Point after 9/11.

Rahon started by studying strategic history, a field that covers treaties and geopolitical relationships. It would prove useful later. Inspired by her father, who works in the nuclear field, Rahon added on a nuclear science and engineering track.

After graduating from West Point, Rahon wanted to join active combat and chose aviation. At flight school in Fort Novosel, Alabama, she discovered that she loved flying. It was there that Rahon learned to fly the legendary Chinook helicopter. In short order, Rahon was assigned to the 101st Airborne Division and deployed to Afghanistan quickly thereafter.

As expected, flying in Afghanistan, especially on night missions, was adrenaline-charged. “You’re thinking on the fly, you’re talking on five different radios, you’re making decisions for all the helicopters that are part of the mission,” Rahon remembers. Very often Rahon and her cohorts did not have the luxury of time. “We would get information that would need to be acted on quickly,” she says. During the planning meetings, she would be delighted to see a classmate from West Point function as the ground forces commander. “It would be surprising to see somebody you knew from a different setting halfway around the world, working toward common goals,” Rahon says.

Also awesome: helping launch the first training program for female pilots to be recruited in the Afghan National Air Force. “I got to meet [and mentor] these strong young women who maybe didn’t have the same encouragement that I had growing up and they were out there hanging tough,” Rahon says.

Exploring physics and nuclear engineering

After serving in the combat forces, Rahon decided she wanted to teach physics at West Point. She applied to become a part of the Functional Area (FA52) as a nuclear and countering weapons of mass destruction officer.

FA52 officers provide nuclear technical advice to maneuver commanders about nuclear weapons, effects, and operating in a nuclear environment or battlefield. Rahon’s specialty is radiation detection and operations in a nuclear environment, which poses unique threats and challenges to forces.

Knowing she wanted to teach at West Point, she “brushed up extensively on math and physics” and applied to MIT NSE to pursue a master’s degree. “My fellow students were such an inspiration. They might not have had the same life experiences that I had but were still so mature and driven and knowledgeable not only about nuclear engineering but how that fits in the energy sector and in politics,” Rahon says.

Resonance analysis to verify treaties

Rahon returned to NSE to pursue her doctorate, where she does a “lot of detection and treaty verification work.”

When looking at nuclear fuels to verify safeguards for treaties, experts search for the presence and quantities of heavy elements such as uranium, plutonium, thorium, and any of their decay products. To do so nondestructively is of high importance so they don’t destroy a piece of the material or fuel to identify it.

Rahon’s research is built on resonance analysis, the fact that most midrange to heavy isotopes have unique resonance signatures that are accessed by neutrons of epithermal energy, which is relatively low on the scale of possible neutron energies. This means they travel slowly — crossing a distance of 2 meters in tens of microseconds, permitting their detection time to be used to calculate their energy.

Studying how neutrons of a particular energy interact with a sample to identify worrisome nuclear materials is much like studying fingerprints to solve crimes. Isotopes that have a spike in likelihood of interaction occurring over a small neutron energy are said to have resonances, and these resonance patterns are isotopically unique. Experts can use this technique to nondestructively assess an item, identifying the constituent isotopes and their concentrations.

Resonance analysis can be used to verify that the fuels are what the nuclear plant owner says they are. “There are a lot of safeguards activities and verification protocols that are managed by the International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA) to ensure that a state is not misusing nuclear power for ulterior motives,” Rahon points out. And her method helps.

“Our technique that leverages resonance analysis is nothing new,” Rahon says, “It’s been applied practically since the ’70s at very large beam facilities, hundreds of meters long with a very large accelerator that pulses neutrons, and then you’re able to correlate a neutron time of flight with a resonance profile. What we’ve done that is novel is we’ve shrunk it down to a 3-meter system with a portable neutron residence generator and a 2-meter beam path,” she says.

Mobility confers many significant advantages: “This is something that could be conceivably put on the back of a truck and moved to a fuel facility, then driven to the next one for inspections or put at a treaty verification site. It could be taken out to a silo field where they are dismantling nuclear weapons,” Rahon says. However, the miniaturization does come with significant challenges, such as the neutron generator’s impacts on the signal to noise ratio.

Rahon is delighted her research can ensure that a necessary fuel source will not be misused. “We need nuclear power. We need low-carbon solutions for energy and we need safe ones. We need to ensure that this powerful technology is not being misused. And that’s why these engineering solutions are needed for these safeguards,” she says.

Rahon sees parallels between her time in active duty and her doctoral research. Teamwork and communication are key in both, she says. Her dad is her role model and Rahon is a firm believer in mentorship, something she nurtured both in the armed forces and at MIT. “My advisor is genuinely a wonderful person who has always given me so much support from not only being a student, but also being a parent,” Rahon adds.

In turn, Danagoulian has been impressed by Rahon’s remarkable abilities: “Raising twins, doing research in applied nuclear physics, and flying coalition forces into Taliban territory while evading ground fire … [Jill] developed her own research project with minimal help from me and defended it brilliantly during the first part of the exam,” he says. 

It seems that Rahon flies high no matter which mission she takes on.

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Request: Imagine being Lin Beifong’s daughter and having a crush on Iroh II

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Growing up as the daughter of Lin Beifong metal and earth bending were your whole life. You learnt to earth bend by the time you could walk and your mother had you in training from a young age so you graduated from the earth bending school at the top of your class with your eyes firmly set on following in your mother’s footsteps whilst also trying to emulate your grandmother’s success. You had a sharp focus and nothing else really caught your attention. You had friends but training came first and dating seemed something superficial you could live without. Republic city was your life and you would never dream of leaving it but your mother had other ideas.

Your mother thought you needed more worldly experience before you joined the police force so she sent you to the fire nation to gain some training as an officer. She claimed the fire nation had some of the best officers in the world and that they would help you learn invaluable real-life experience. You did not agree and protested the whole thing. All your training had revolved around the needs of Republic City specifically and you couldn’t see how you’d learn anything new about how to protect your city by travelling all the way to fire nation but your mother refused to change her mind and that was that.

So you were shipped off to the fire nation fresh out of the academy. Your mother had spoken to Firelord Izumi and it was agreed you’d be staying at the palace so not only would you be unfamiliar with the environment, you’d be in a place where every small look, word or action had large consequences. You didn’t know much about the fire nation and couldn’t really recall the royal family. You were aware your grandmother was very close with the late Firelord Zuko but since then things had changed. Although your grandmother’s friends (mainly Katara) had tried to keep the group close it was hard with everyone scattered across the four nations and so with each generation the group had drifted further and further apart. You knew Firelord Izumi had a daughter older than you and a son around your age called Iroh. You recalled meeting Iroh when you were younger at some event in the south pole but couldn’t remember much more than a serious fire nation child. So you arrived on the steps of the palace utterly out of your depth determined to see these three months through so you could return to your beloved city. You were shown into the palace immediately, your belongings taken by maids who refused to let you carry them yourself as you were a royal guest. You weren’t used to finery so proceeded through the palace partly in awe and partly in utter confusion why someone needed this many paintings of old men everywhere. You were finally shown into a large room. “Ah you must be y/n Beifong” a voice called and you turned to see someone who looked vaguely familiar. You knew he wasn’t Firelord Zuko or Firelord Izumi’s husband as he was too young so figured by his royal outfit this was Izumi’s second child the prince. “Prince Iroh, it’s an honour to see you again” you said bowing and he chuckled “I bet you thought that would be a winning line with any fire nation citizen didn’t you? Because we’re still all obsessed with honour like we were centuries ago?” Iroh asked and you hesitated. “If I caused any offence...” you started but Iroh cut you off breaking out in a large smile “no I was only kidding, it is a winning line we are still obsessed with honour”. You watched as Iroh laughed at his own joke surprised, you didn’t expect the prince of the fire nation to be like this. You figured royalty lacked the ability or the clearance to have a sense of humour but apparently not. “So have I really not changed since we were eight?” Iroh asked and when you frowned he elaborated “you recognised me but the last time we met was just over ten years ago”. You paused “ow no I didn’t actually recognise you, you were young, dressed in fine clothes with royal hairpins, not to mention you’re in the palace...you had to be the prince”. “Good deductions officer” Iroh said saluting you before he grinned “i’m in training too”. That piqued your interest “really? for the fire nation army?”. He nodded “yep! I’m an officer but my hope is to be general one day and to fully earn it, rather than just get it because of who my family is...hopefully in a few years i’ll get there”. “I’m sure you will” you agreed and Iroh led you into a large dining room. “Are we dining alone?” you asked confused and Iroh smirked. “Why? Not pleased with me?” he asked and you rushed to assure him that wasn’t the case when he laughed again “I’m joking again y/n, I know my grandfather told you the whole family would be dining with you in his letter to your mother but he, my parents and sister were all called away to an urgent matter and asked me to fill in as we’re similar ages”. “Ow” you nodded “that makes sense...is everything okay?”. Iroh nodded “everything’s fine just boring fire nation stuff...so shall we?” he asked holding out his arm to you. You weren’t sure if this was appropriate so averted your eyes and only took his arm lightly. Iroh smirked at your caution and led you into the room.

The meal with Iroh was nice. He was friendly, hard-working and interesting. You soon got used to his humour and learnt not to take him too seriously. You hadn’t met many other people your age who shared your passion for a military career and found it was nice, a sentiment Iroh apparently shared. He enquired what you were doing the rest of the week and when you replied nothing as training didn’t start for another week he soon had several of your days planned out with fire nation sights to show you. Iroh seemed to understand you didn’t know much about the fire nation so planned to take you to all the important sites as well as areas relevant to the army to peak both your interests. You enjoyed the prince’s tours greatly and even when training did start you continued meeting with Iroh regularly. You liked his company and were surprised that didn’t fade the more time you spent with him, if anything it grew more and more. You thought he’d be a spoilt entitled prince but he was kind and considerate pleasantly surprising you.

You didn’t become aware that you liked Iroh as anything more until one of your friends at the academy pointed it out. Since starting training you were progressing well, you achieved high grades and were held in high esteem by your fellow recruits. You had made some friends and often trained with them after the academy retired for the day. After a long training session you were heading to the palace when one of your friends called out to you “hey y/n some of us were going into town to celebrate our class’s good progress, do you want to come?”. You smiled pleased they wanted you to come when you remembered you couldn’t go “I’d love to Shani but sorry I can’t I have plans”. “Of course you do” she smirked as your other friend Aizori grinned “is it with Iroh by any chance”. “Actually it is” you said frowning at their shared look “why?”. “Ow nothing just it’s not every day your friend is dating the crowned prince”. “Me and Iroh are not dating!” you cried “our families are old friends that’s all”. “Uh...hu, if that’s true then what are your plans together may we ask?”. “We’re attending a party at the palace”. “Together?” Shani asked and you blushed “yes but he only asked me because it’s a formal event that’s apparently really boring so he wanted a friend there, trust me we’re not dating”. “But how can you resist?” Aizori asked “I’ve only seen the prince a handful of times but he seems to get better looking every single time! How don’t you get lost in those golden eyes and that chiselled jaw? The royal family has some amazing genes not even a Beifong can resist”. You paused considering it. For you looks weren’t very important so you didn’t tend to notice them. You held work ethic and determination as much higher priorities and Iroh scored very highly in both but in looks...you honestly couldn’t say. “I’m not sure I’ve noticed” you admitted and the girls rolled their eyes not believing you.

When you arrived back at the palace your friend’s words were ringing in your head and when you next saw Iroh something felt different. You took note of his looks and were surprised by what you’d found. Iroh was attractive, very attractive, how had you missed that? You stared at Iroh wondering if his eyes had always been that bright? Was his jaw always that sharp? His hair that good regularly when he frowned “why are you staring at me?”. “Nothing” you cried and he paused before shrugging “Are you ready to go?” he asked “the party has already started” offering you his arm. You nodded and took it cautiously following Iroh into the ballroom.

You could see why Iroh had wanted to invite you, everyone in the room was at least 60 years old or some stiff nobel person from an ancient line of fire nation families. All they seemed to want to discuss was old family bloodlines, territories or ancient traditions. After your fifth boring ambush by some old fire nation man Iroh pointedly headed for the gardens. You frowned as he exited discreetly, closing the door behind him, and headed away from the hall. “Iroh I’m pretty sure the party is inside” you commented and Iroh grinned “I know but I can’t take another second in there so humour me? One lap of the gardens then we’ll head back, please? I know you haven’t seen them properly yet so how about a tour?” Iroh holding out his hand to you. You rolled your eyes but took his hand happily. 

Iroh led you around the gardens explaining the different flora to you and their history. “I spent so many parties hiding in here as a kid” he grinned “this place is so huge they couldn’t find me for hours”. You smiled at the thought “my mother would’ve killed me if I did that”. “Mine did” Iroh chuckled “but I’d honestly rather face her wrath than some boring commander who wants to lecture me about our family’s history and why it’s so important...they’re literally my own family and even I don’t care” Iroh cried making you smile. “I see why you escaped out here so often, I’m very grateful formal parties were not a part of my childhood”. Iroh smiled and went to comment when the smile was wiped from his face and he grabbed you, quickly pushing you behind a large fern. “Iroh what are you...”. “Shhh they’ve come for us” he hissed and you frowned when you heard a voice. “Prince Iroh?” a man you recognised as the palace coordinator called “Are you out here? You’re needed inside”. You smirked and Iroh rolled his eyes “they’re relentless”.  “Master Iroh if you’re out there please return to the ballroom, your mother’s orders”. There was silence and then the sound of the butler coming closer. Your eyes widened and Iroh put a hand over your mouth pushing you further into the bushes. “Prince Iroh?” a voice called literally right beside you and Iroh smirked as you grabbed his arm in surprise. You heard a sigh and the sound of the man retreating. When the footsteps died away Iroh dropped his hold on you and you both burst into laughter. “I thought we were going to be caught and then royally punished...literally” you added and Iroh smirked “I wouldn’t let them punish you, it’s not your fault I dragged you out here”. “True but I didn’t try hard to stop you”. “You did encourage me” Iroh nodded thinking “okay it’s all your fault”. You gaped laughing “I never said that! You are such a liar” you cried pushing him and Iroh laughed grabbing your arm “okay okay maybe we share the blame 50:50?”. “No way” you smiled and Iroh paused “60:40?”. “I think 90:10?” you said grinning and Iroh sighed “fine, i’ll take 10% of the blame”. You shook your head at how wonderfully infuriating he was and smiled at him fondly. Iroh grinned back and you realised suddenly how close his face was to yours. Iroh seemed to notice too, he glanced down at your lips and you panicked moving away from him suddenly. There was an awkward tension in the air and you broke it with a cough “so want to show me more of the gardens then?”. Iroh nodded “right this way my lady” the awkwardness gone and led you further into the garden.

When you were safely hidden from the ballroom Iroh stopped walking, explaining this was one of his favourite spots in the whole garden and you gratefully took a break sitting down. “I can’t believe you’ve already been here a month” Iroh commented and you nodded “I know only 2 more to go then my mandatory 3 months work experience is done”. Iroh frowned “mandatory...so you could stay longer if you wanted to?”. “Hypothetically” you agreed and Iroh hesitated “do you think you’d extend it? Hypothetically?”. You paused “I’m not sure, I have enjoyed the fire nation far more than I thought I would but I’ve always wanted to complete my training as quickly as possible, I hope to be chief of police one day and I’ll need many years of service for that...”. Iroh frowned “isn’t the youngest chief like 41?”. You nodded “yeah so i’ve got time I guess, maybe i’ll stay for longer...is this just so you have someone to skirt your royal duties with?”. Iroh laughed “maybe...I like you being here, it’s nice not being the only person under 30 in every room”. You smiled “well i’m glad my presence isn’t displeasing to you...you’ve been pleasant as well” you added blushing and Iroh grinned. “Wait did I make a Beifong blush? That’s like a legendary occurrence, this is amazing!”. “Stop it” you cried but Iroh wouldn’t let you turn away “no, this will go down in history, Beifong blushes are rarer than dragons so I’m soaking up every second”. For the second time that day Iroh stared at you closely and you blushed more under his gaze but this time you didn’t move away. Iroh continued gazing at you before he lightly moved his hand to your cheek “y/n...” he said softly leaning in closer when a figure appeared. “There you are!” a voice cried and you both jumped away from one another. Your jaw dropped when you realised who it was and you dropped into a bow “Firelord Izumi...i’m so sorry I didn’t see you approach”. “Rise child you did nothing wrong” she said warmly “my son on the other hand...” she trailed off glancing at Iroh who paled. “Hey mom” he frowned and she raised an eyebrow “really? That’s all you have to say? No apology or grovelling”. “Erm I’m sorry for ditching?” Iroh offered and Izumi sighed. “Y/n would you please excuse us, I want to have a word with my son”. “Of course” you agreed bowing and you rushed away.

Iroh returned not long after with his mother and told you he had to stay in the ballroom for the rest of the party. You agreed to stay with him and he smiled gratefully at you making you blush and look away rapidly. The night passed and neither you nor Iroh spoke about what happened in the garden. How he’d almost kissed you and how you were going to let him. You couldn’t believe your own recklessness. What good did you think would come out of kissing the prince of the fire nation? You were obviously not an appropriate match and so there was nothing to be encouraged there. You resolved to never find yourself in that situation again and decided to just stay as friends no matter how much you got along or how attractive he was. Getting involved with a fire nation prince was not responsible behaviour. So after that night you made sure to put distance between you and Iroh. You didn’t stop seeing him you just made sure to emphasise it was a friendship. You didn’t let yourself get caught up in him the way you had in the gardens and always kept a level head. Iroh never tried anything or mentioned that night either and you supposed he picked up on your not so subtle hints. You carried on as before but there was definitely an unmentioned barrier between you which you never let fade.

You left the fire nation 2 months later. You didn’t extend your stay as with your feelings for Iroh you didn’t think it would be wise. Iroh saw you off and hugged you tightly before you got onto the airship. “It’s been nice having you around Beifong, I’ll miss you”. Iroh’s words made you hesitate and you hugged him tighter. For that time in Iroh’s arms you imagined what would have happened if you’d kissed him in the gardens that night. Iroh didn’t strike you as someone who flitted from person to person taking what he wanted, you think if he wanted to kiss you he must have felt something for you too and perhaps would have suggested dating. You imagined all the things you’d have done together but as a couple and wondered if you’d made a mistake, maybe you should have just gone for it? But then reality set in. If you really wanted to be chief of police then you couldn’t have short relationships with high ranking members of the fire nation. Other candidates could use it to show you had compromised morals and there was no way it would be a long term relationship due to your lack of fire nation heritage. Sure the fire nation was pretty progressive but that didn’t really apply to royalty. They had thousand-year-old traditions to uphold that couldn’t be broken easily so Iroh was never a long term option for you. Therefore all logical signs said you’d done the correct thing not persuing something with him...so why did it feel so shit? You finally pulled away from Iroh and he noticed your expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked and you shook your head looking away “nothing i’ll just miss it here...promise you’ll keep in touch?”. “Cross my heart” Iroh smiled “you’re not someone I intend to let slip away, expect a visit every time I come to republic city”. You pushed away the rational voice in your mind telling you to keep a distance from him and smiled “you’ll always be welcome and I’m very much looking forward to it”. Iroh blushed “thank you y/n” and you nodded back, just looking at him in admiration before catching yourself. “I should go...” and Iroh nodded “safe travels” and with a final look you walked away.

2 years later

After your departure you and Iroh stayed in regular contact and your letters only halted when he was deployed by the military but the second we was out he would write and arrange to come visit you in Republic City. You still thought about him and your feelings for him regularly and every time you saw him you knew your crush hadn’t lessened. You loved Iroh’s visits and soon they became the thing you cherished most. You told yourself all of this was fine because you’d never act on your feelings but sometimes you wondered if Iroh felt something too? You’d catch him staring at you or he’d blush if you smiled at him in a certain way. The very idea of Iroh liking you made you very excited but you also knew it would only lead to heartache. He wouldn’t be allowed to settle down with someone outside the fire nation so it didn’t matter if he liked you too. So you settled for his friendship which was more than enough for you. When Iroh was posted in republic city when he became general you were thrilled and you only continued to grow closer.

However republic city wasn’t as peaceful. There had been multiple attacks on the city from Amon’s chi blockers to Vaatu’s take over and you and Iroh were constantly pushed into the fray. Multiple times you’d faced staggering odds and every single time you wondered if you should confess your feelings to Iroh in case the unthinkable happened but every time you chickened out. You and Iroh had been safe every time but there was only so much you could push your luck.  

You’d been wary of Kuvira’s take over of the earth kingdom from the very start. Your aunt Su Yin had told you all about her so you weren’t surprised when she set her sights on Republic City but that didn’t mean you weren’t terrified. The avatar and her friends informed you what you were facing and you weren’t sure how you could even think about facing a giant mecha suit with spirit cannons. Iroh shared your sentiment but as general of Republic City’s army he was forced by President Raiko to lead his troops out there. Watching Iroh take to the front line you were swept with the desire once again to be honest with him, to tell him how you felt before it was too late. You decided three was too many times to chance it and so decided to finally tell him how you felt. You made your way to the general’s tent and found Iroh with Korra discussing strategies. You greeted them both warmly before making your way to Iroh’s side “could we please talk? I have something to tell you”. You knew Iroh had a hundred things to do but he nodded warmly squeezing your hand “of course just give me one second to...” when the radio sprang into action. President Raiko had surendering to Kuvira’s demands. Republic City was hers.

The avatar was furious and you matched her sentiment. You and Iroh joined her as she met with other leaders in the city like Tenzin and your mother and they all agreed something had to be done to stop Kuvira. A plan was quickly assembled, it was agreed that airbenders would attack the suit from the sky and earth benders would attack from the ground. You didn’t actually expect to damage the suit, you only had to distract Kuvira long enough for Korra to get inside. You were agreeing fervently getting ready to leave with your cousins when Iroh grabbed your arm. “Wait Y/n are you sure you want to do this?” he asked nervously “that mecha suit is dangerous there’s no guarantee you’ll be able to stop it”. I know but it’s my home, I swore to protect it and I won’t break my oath. I have to try and help”. Iroh sighed thinking and you watched him wondering what he’d say. “I understand why you’re doing it and I want to come too”. You paused pleasantly surprised “You do...but I thought President Raiko told you to retreat and surrender?”. “He told me to surrender the army not that I couldn’t personally engage in fighting, i’m not fighting as a general but as plain old Iroh” he announced proudly and you smiled “there’s nothing plain about you even without your titles”. Iroh beamed at you “Does this mean you agree? We can fight this giant together!”. You nodded your head “okay let’s go meet up with the others”.

You and Iroh rushed after the others and found them all suiting up. “Finally” your mother said spotting you but she frowned when she saw Iroh with you “y/n tell me you didn’t bring the general who is also the prince of the fire nation into this”. “She didn’t, I volunteered” Iroh spoke up “I’m not here as a general or as a prince but as a civilian so, where can I help?”. “You know your mother won’t like this” Tenzin commented and Iroh nodded “I know but some things are worth facing her wrath for” he said shooting you a smile and you blushed.

So it was agreed Iroh would stay. Your mother thought it would be best to place him on the roof with the airbenders, she ordered him to shoot lightning at the joints to try and cause some malfunctioning. When you’d all suited up the teams said their goodbyes and Iroh appeared in front of you. You didn’t have long, Kuvira’s giant suit was already in view and the ground shook whenever it took a single step. Iroh stared at you and sighed heavily “Y/n...”. “Don’t say it like that, we don’t have time and we’re both going to be fine okay?” you said faking a smile but Iroh saw right through it. “What did you want to tell me earlier?”. You froze caught off guard and blushed “I...I just wanted to...it doesn’t matter”. The ground jumped and Iroh looked at it nervously before stepping closer to you “I think I can guess what you were going to say”. “You can?” you asked nervously and Iroh smiled “yeah...you had another Beifong blush moment and I’ve noticed you do them around me a lot”. You went bright red and Iroh chuckled “yeah like that...”. You looked down embarrassed but Iroh took your hand gently “don’t, I blush a lot around you too”. You smiled blushing more and Iroh chuckled softly. “Y/n are you ready?” your mom asked and Iroh gripped your hand tightly. “Wait I want to tell you everything before you leave” Iroh cried but you squeezed his hand gently. “It’ll be okay” you smiled “you can tell me everything later and I think I can guess too”. Iroh grinned blushing “later then...just got to get through this”. “We’ll be fine, this is what he trained for” you smiled confidently “I promise I’ll see you on the other side”. Iroh nodded and stared at your lips, he went to move in when your mother called “y/n are you coming or are we leaving you behind”. “I’m coming!” you yelled and stepped away from Iroh “mothers” you commented and he smiled “go, i’ll see you after” and with a last look you both rushed off to your assigned group.

The battle

The fight went about as good as could be expected. The suit swatted the air benders away like flies and your group’s earth, metal and even lava bending barely slowed it down. But it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the avatar and her team managed to find a way into that thing and your team cheered when you saw she’d done just that. Now the fight was Korra’s so you let your guard down when suddenly the machine began malfunctioning. Your mother yelled for you all to take cover but you were too far away from the building. The suit exploded with a blast and you saw a blinding light and then black.

After the suit exploded everyone assumed the battle won. Half the air benders went after Korra to help her with Kuvira and the other half went to the ground to make sure the others were okay, of course Iroh went with the latter. He saw Bolin, your aunt and cousins but no sign of you or your mother. They told him they were all searching for you and he rushed to join in. With each street he passed his heart began to sink when finally he spotted you! In the arms of your mother unconscious. Iroh ran forward dropping to his knees beside you. “What happened?” he cried and your mother clutched you desperately “that thing exploded and she was too far to get into cover, it hit her sending her flying through the street and now she’s...she’s...”. Iroh saw the blood seeping through your mother’s hands where she held them against you. “No” he said viciously “y/n won’t...she can’t! We need a medic” he yelled loudly before taking off his jacket to wrap around your wound. “Maybe I can cauterise the wound?” he asked “seal it to stop her losing so much blood?”. Lin paused “I think the wounds too big but it’s worth a shot”. Iroh nodded and Lin lifted the bottom of your uniform. Iroh saw a large gash across your stomach and winced. He lit his hand on fire and pressed his hands against the wound. You gasped suddenly and your eyes shot open. “Y/n” your mother and Iroh cried in unison and you blinked trying to make sense of the situation before you groaned in pain. You tensed trying to get away from the burning but your mother held onto you “please y/n just hang on Iroh is trying to cauterise your wound”. “It’s not working” you grimaced resisting the urge to scream “Iroh stop! Please!” you cried and he yelled in frustration moving his hands away from you. “No it has to work if it doesn’t then you’ll.....we need a medic down here” he yelled again but he knew everyone else was spread out and there were no healers in the group. “It’s okay” you said breathing heavily as the situation dawned on you “Iroh it’s alright”. “No it’s not” he cried sinking onto his knees beside you “it’s not y/n, you can’t...you have to fight this, you can’t leave me”. You nodded “trust me i’m trying but Iroh if I do...”. “No y/n don’t even think about it! I won’t let you go it’s not going to happen”. “I don’t think we have a choice” you admitted trying to smile but Iroh just shook his head “but we never got our shot, we never got to talk, I never got to tell you...I love you y/n” he said simply “I have for years, that’s why I never found anyone from the fire nation because the perfect person for me is you. I know there’s traditions and rules but I don’t care, I don’t want anyone else but you. I’d give up anything for you and we were finally heading in that direction and now that stupid spirit cannon”. Tears leaked down Iroh’s face and you reached out a hand to him shakily. He took it and you stroked his face “it’s okay, i’m sorry for being too scared and cautious, I’m sorry for wasting our time together but I love you too, I hope that’s enough”. Iroh nodded “It’s more than I ever hoped, you didn’t waste time you have nothing to be sorry for y/n Beifong, do you hear me?”. “I do” you smiled before coughing in pain and your mother clutched you tighter. “Y/n” your mother cried and you smiled up at her “it’s okay mom, don’t worry. It’s all going to be okay”. You clutched her hand against your chest and took Iroh’s other one. “I’m with the two people I love the most, I’m happy. This is the best way for it to...”. “Stop” Iroh said crying but you just gripped his hand tighter “Iroh look at me”. He blinked through the tears but looked at you. “It’s okay, I promise you everything will be okay”. Iroh just said your name softly and rested his head against yours. Your mother wrapped her arms around both of you and you held onto both of them the best you could when you felt the world fading away. You heard sobbing and your mother faintly saying your name until everything turned dark and it was over.

Epilogue

Following your death the fire nation, earth kingdom and republic city all paid their respects in their traditional fashions. A statue was raised by your mother in the spot of your death and every year on the anniversary of your death both her and Iroh would visit it. Iroh and your mother supported one another following your death being the only one’s who understood how monumental the loss of your life was. They managed to get through it together and although neither of them ever stopped loving you they found a way to carry on. Iroh never married, he couldn’t even consider the idea and his family never pushed him to. He still lived a long and happy life. He was very involved with his sister’s children who he loved dearly and his family never stopped supporting him. If he went quiet and got a teary look in his eye or if he struggled serving in the earth kingdom they understood. Your family also treated him like one of their own, with Lin even calling him her son on a few occasions, and he was invited to all your family’s events in recognition of your love for him. Your memory never faded and when Iroh’s life eventually ended he passed on to find you waiting for him. He knew all the suffering and heartache was over, you were finally together at last. 

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So initially I was going to write a happy ending as well but then I thought screw it, I want to cry so I killed off the reader...but I can release the happy ending as a part two if anyone wants it. 

Edit: For the happy ending version click here

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The bunnies’ other jobs!

From my bunny cafe au

((I am so peeved :((( I had this all written out!! And I deleted it by accident!! Darnnnnn!!!))

Anon asked “You mentioned that some of the bunnies have day jobs so do they all have jobs outside the cafe or just a few?” (Something along these lines…again…I deleted it by accident 😔)

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Diluc/‘Angel’

After his father got bored with the wine industry, he passed the whole company off to Diluc on his 18th birthday in order to shift his focus to mining. Diluc found himself swamped with all kinds of business decisions while just barely being an adult. He expanded the company and hired some very trustworthy people to handle things for him so he could finish college

When the business was given to him, Diluc and Kaeya had an explosive fight over it. Kaeya felt like he deserved to have some say in what happens to the business, he’s still a part of the family! But Diluc refused to let him in on any decisions so Kaeya packed his bags and left (not before cussing him out in front of their father, staff and business partners). He was just in a silly, goofy mood. They’re fine now, not on the best terms but they do chat and meet up for lunch on occasion.

He is filthy rich, he couldn’t spend all of his all of his money if he tried, so he doesn’t really need the job at the cafe! Kaeya got him the job because he knew his brother was stuck in a weird, antisocial funk and needed some fun in his life

Diluc loves this job, he has a great time, but it isn’t his main job. His priority will always be the family business!! If he has to quit his job at the cafe, he would in a heartbeat

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Kaeya

Kaeya was going to go into the police academy but was scouted out by a modeling agency. They had seen him at Ragnvindr company events and thought ‘well damn’ so they gave him a pretty generous deal

Kaeya makes a good living off of modeling, the tips and paycheck from the cafe. He rakes in cash pretty quickly just cause he knows how to get it. That, and his dad sends him checks every other month as well. Kaeya thinks of it as ‘I’m sorry’ money. He isn’t wrong

He doesn’t travel much for modeling, which he doesn’t mind, so he kinda just hangs around the city with a lot of free time on his hands between photo shoots. That’s why he got this job at the cafe! It gives him something to do and it’s fun as hell ;)

Albedo

Bedo is one busy bunny. He finished college early and is getting his masters degree online. He works most days at the cafe and on the weekends, he tutors other college students in bio/chem/science related subjects

(He was actually Xiao’s tutor back when he was failing chemistry!! Xiao is very thankful for Albedo’s help!!)

His dream is to become a biochemist, he’s always been interested in cells and what makes up living beings. So having a career in that field would make him the happiest man alive

His mother and sister live outside the city in a more rural area so he spends a lot of time FaceTiming the two of them! Klee is always so excited to hear about Albedo’s experiments or the people he’s met while working in such a bustling, fun city :)

Zhongli

Zhongli is a simple man! He’s a bunny waiter and an artist

He creates intricate pieces based on folklore from different cultures, focusing mostly on dragons. His favorite medium is paint, he loves painting on glass and layering the panes in order to create a 3D piece

He sells his works to galleries, shops and anyone who wants them! As long as they appreciate the story behind the artwork. Sadly…He undersells his work. He could def be making more money but he just does not desire money or material goods the way others may

So he got his job at the cafe in order to help out his dear friend Ningguang, not for money, he only planned on working there for a month or two until she got more bunnies but…he ended up really loving the people he works with :’) he looks forward to working with them now and texts/calls them outside of work to meet up for lunch or bowling (such an old man thing to do omfg)

Dainsleif/‘Sweetie’

Dain was a bouncer at another bar before leaving to come to Celestia’s! He’s good friends with Beidou, they belong to the same motorcycle club so when she was talking to him about the lack of security at the cafe/bar, he stepped in to help out

Little did he know…he’d actually become a bunny…And like it

This is his full time job now, he doesn’t have another for the time being. While he is a bunny at the cafe, he still keeps an eye out for any threats to his coworkers and has access to the offices upstairs (Ningguang’s office and the security office)

When he isn’t waiting tables, he’s upstairs in a tank top and sweatpants keeping an eye on the security cameras and talking to the other security guards through their ear pieces

Ajax

Ajax is a student who doesn’t really have much time on his hands

He mows lawns in the summer and he’s quit his job as a cashier to come work at the cafe! He mostly works night shifts his cause he’s still going to school aaaaaand he’s on his college’s swim team! He’s about to graduate so he works close with his coach to help train the others on the team

He doesn’t really want his family knowing that he skips around in a skimpy bunny outfit and fucking customers most nights but I mean…They’re bound to find out if they see him in pictures people post

Xiao/‘Tofu’

Xiao is an art student!! He wants to be a tattoo artist :)

He’s already got one sleeve of tattoos, it’s unfinished but you can’t really tell just by looking. When he isn’t at the cafe, he’s either in class or shadowing Ganyu, his best friend and tattoo artist. Their art styles greatly differ, she focuses her craft on cutesy, colored tattoos, but she is skilled. And Xiao looks up to her

Xiao admires Zhongli too, they met at the cafe and when Zhongli found out Xiao wants to be a tattoo artist he told him that once he’s licensed, he wants to get a tattoo from him :’)

Baizhu/‘Honey’

Baizhu is a (mostly) full time pharmacist, hence why he isn’t usually at the cafe

He also has a niece, Qiqi, who he babysits often. He loves her very much so he has no problem watching her! Baizhu will even bring her to the pharmacy with him when he’s swamped with work. In the break room, he has a play kitchen, coloring books and a bunch of puzzles to keep Qiqi occupied while he works :)

When he’s not at work, he’s at home resting. He has chronic pain flare ups in his back and shoulders that can make life miserable :( he has plenty of good days that outweigh the bad! And as a pharmacist, he has access to any medicine he needs to make his life easier!

Dottore(Alain)/‘Doc’

Alain’s an oral surgeon who’s a little bit….too into his job

He isn’t phased by blood or gore so he’s easily able to conduct procedures that would make other squeamish. He’ll pull teeth, put in dental implants, remove rotten tissue, any of that without even flinching

Outside of that, he works at the cafe. He wears a mask in order to avoid being recognized even though at his job as a surgeon, he’s usually wearing a medical mask anyways. It’s just a precaution

This has nothing to do with his career but he used to be a tap dancer and actor so he’d join in on local theatre shows! He helped build sets when he wasn’t rehearsing. He doesn’t have time for that anymore (which kinda makes him sadddd) but he has all kinds of theatre playlists on his phone and in his car that he’ll sing along to

Scaramouche/‘Boss’

Scara’s job at the cafe is his main job! His side job is something you may not expect from such a grump

He works at an animal shelter! In fact, he brings cats home to train so they have an increased chance of being adopted. Someone is more likely to adopt a potty trained, socialized cat than a feral cat who doesn’t know what a litter box is. So Scara brings them to his apartment for some one-on-one socializing, training and cuddling

One time he offhandedly mentioned working at an animal shelter while he was working at the cafe and sure enough, three separate customers from the cafe came by to adopt!!! Only one actually took an animal home but he was still surprised that those people had listened to him and cared enough to come by

Scara is a jerk most of the time but when he’s at home…by himself…With a lil kitten sleeping in his lap while he plays games on his PC…Yeah, he softens up a bit

So as you can see, we have a very diverse group working at the cafe! They’ve all learned a lot from each other, come to appreciate each other’s friendship and come to help each other out when one of their coworkers is in need or upset.

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Omega!Narutoverse Future Family Headcanons

This is a compilation of my headcanons about future families for my favourite Naruto boys (excluding Kakashi who is childfree in my headcanons.) 

This is very long, so I’ve put most of it under a cut <3 Enjoy~

Naruto:  : 4 children – Son (omega), adopted daughter (alpha), twin sons (betas). 

Has his son about four years before he becomes Hokage.

His son is a huge daddy’s boy type and clings to Naruto every chance that he gets. 

Naruto never lets his role as Hokage take him away from his son any more than absolutely necessary. Does he take his son into his office? Absolutely. He puts down a little play pen on the floor while he works :’). 

His son loves cuddles so much and he is so gentle. 

He doesn’t like pranks though which makes Naruto a little sad but he would never do anything to make his little one sad. 

Male omegas can be identified from birth, so you both knew he was, but even if you didn’t it’s very obvious. He makes his own little nest next to Naruto’s but ends up crawling into Naruto’s for cuddles every time. 

As he gets older, he attends the academy, but he hates it so much. He reminds me a little of a young Itachi, a pacifist to the core. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone! He begs you and Naruto to let him attend the civilian school, and of course you let him. 

Naruto gets a lot of shit for allowing this from some parties *cough* the council *cough*. The Hokage’s children should be powerful ninjas according to them, but Naruto will always prioritise his children’s happiness. Naruto shields his son from the hate as much as possible, but some slips through.

 The transition is easier if you are a civilian, your son feels a little more secure if that’s the case, and he would consider following your footsteps depending on what you do. If you run a little business, he would definitely want to work with you. If you’re also a ninja he can feel left out and unsure, but he grows into such a quietly confident person, who starts a little business. 

Not being a ninja also means he can be there for his younger siblings. He is a dedicated older brother who is always there for them. He has a room for each other them at his house and loads of medical supplies for when they come back from missions injured and won’t go to the hospital. He always patches them up. 

All his younger siblings respect him so much. He is a very reliable person, and his siblings get so offended if they hear any anti-civilian talk from the ninjas they work with.

When Naruto is about a year into working as Hokage, he goes to visit the orphanage, a place that he reformed hugely as soon as he could. It’s so much nicer than it was and he’s so happy. 

But there is one girl that he sees there, and she’s being bullied by some of the other kids. At only three years old, Naruto’s heart breaks for her. Turns out that she’s being teased for being a female alpha. Times have changed a lot, but there are still some horrible stereotypes about male omegas and female alphas, even if those aren’t the norm anymore. 

He intervenes and wipes away her tears, uncomfortably reminded of his own stay at the orphanage when he was her age. He wraps up the visit and leaves, but he just can’t get here out of his head. 

He’s been wanting another child, but he’s still in a vulnerable position so early into being Hokage that he can’t afford the time off for maternity leave. 

Hesitantly, he brings up the idea of adoption to you, when you respond positively, he’s like great 😊, I have one picked already. 

It’s only about a fortnight later that you’re picking her up and bringing her home. At first, she is very shy and reserved but when she gets comfortable, you learn that she is the opposite. 

She’s very forthright and opinionated, she always says what she feels and stands up for injustice. 

Her favourite thing is to come home and tell you and Naruto about her day. She never leaves out any detail and has been known to demand to go and see Naruto while he’s working so that she can tell him about something that happened at school. 

Naruto ends up unwillingly up to date with all the academy drama. 

She’s quite serious and likes to have grown up conversations and sit at the grown ups table. 

She ends up attending the academy and she just thrives on all the history and politics lessons! She great at negotiating and learning about people. 

She makes strong friends and has a tight knit friendship group that she keeps all the way to adulthood. 

She ends up making Chunin pretty quickly but waits a long while before taking the Jounin exam. She ends up specialising in international relations. 

She works as an ambassador for Konoha and gets to travel around all the countries. She adores her job, but she does sometimes miss her family. Naruto gets sad when he sends her for long missions, knowing that he can’t come and see her for that time, but there’s no one he would trust more to act on behalf on Konoha and she always brings back souvenirs for everyone.

The twins are quite a bit younger than the other two. Six years younger than their older sister, and eight years younger than their older brother. 

In a better position now, Naruto wants to try for one final child. 

Of course, you get twins. 

It takes a bit of re-planning, but Naruto is overjoyed at the fact that he’s pregnant with twins! He gives birth to identical twin boys. You can’t tell from birth whether a baby is a male alpha or male beta, and they end up showing signs of being betas when they’re about 12.

These boys are little troublemakers, and Naruto rejoices and finally having some of his children who likes pranks like he does!

They excel at strategy and trap making when they join the academy but the oldest struggles a little with the more academic side. 

Naruto is so patient in helping him because he knows what it’s like to be a physical learner in an academic environment. 

They are the babies of the family and they get away with everything haha. 

When they end up graduating, they are put on the same genin team and they continue to work together for their entire careers. They are similar to Izumo and Kotestu. They know each other so well and both have complimentary skills, so they make a formidable duo on the battlefield. 

Naruto hates sending them on dangerous missions though. If they ever didn’t come back, I don’t think Naruto would recover, knowing that he sent them to the place that they died. 

These two also definitely take on a genin team when they first get promoted to jounin, and they’re great teachers! I can’t decide if they would have one together, or if they would have one each and compete in ridiculous challenges like whose genin team can get the most d ranks done in one day. 

They remind people of Kakashi and Gai in a lot of ways. 

Sasuke:  1 child – daughter (beta).

Sasuke has a daughter in his late twenties, after he’s had some time to deal with his trauma. 

He’s undeniably in a better place but he struggles badly with PPD, making the first year very difficult on your family. 

Eventually things get better though, and you work together to raise your daughter. 

She is wicked smart, very much into scholarly things, but she also loves weapons, particularly any sort of blade. Sasuke teaches her how to use a sword and they bond a lot over it. 

She’s pretty quiet and withdrawn, preferring to read a book or practice with her weapons than socialise. Sasuke tries to get her to make more friends but she calls him out on being a hypocrite and he’s so offended that he drops the issue. 

She does well in the academy but she lowkey hates going. She likes going more if either you or Sasuke are there to pick her up and walk home with her, she doesn’t like walking home alone because the Uchiha compound is so damn far away and isolated. 

When she awakens her sharigan when she’s a chunin, Sasuke has a pretty bad reaction. The sharigan isn’t associated with anything good in his mind, so he freaks out when his daughter activates it. You need to give him some time and support and he’ll come around. He’s the only one who can train her after all. 

Sasuke is so proud of his daughter when she makes Jounin, which of course, she does. I could see her taking on a powerful advisory role for the Hokage as a jounin.

She is someone who believes that there is a lot to learn from history, and is a great advisory asset in helping to avoid past mistakes.

Itachi: Canon = none / Non-massacre Au = 2 children. Son (omega), daughter (beta). 

Has a son shortly after you get married. 

Itachi is a family man through and through and can’t wait to retire from being a ninja (which he hates) to being able to raise his children full time. 

The day Itachi gets moved from the active list to the reserves list after he becomes pregnant is one of the happiest days of his life. 

His son is very responsible and serious. 

He likes to follow Itachi around and help him clean and cook and run errands. He always tidies up his toys and keeps his room clean, and he almost always behaves respectfully and sensibly. 

Itachi never forces him to do too much though, he wants his son to have a fun childhood like he never had. 

Itachi is over the moon when his son shows an interest in calligraphy, happy that his son is picking up a healthy hobby. 

He buys him all the supplies and gets him a teacher if he wants one. It warms Itachi’s heart to see his son interested in something other than chores for once. 

Despite the pressure from the clan for his children to attend the academy, Itachi puts his foot down for one of the first times in his life, saying that his children will only become ninja if they want to. 

His son does in fact want to attend the academy. 

Itachi kind of wishes he didn’t. 

Itachi’s son shows a huge proficiency for fuinjutsu, his calligraphy skills coming in handy. Seeing as the skill is so rare, he becomes one of the leading experts in Konoha. 

Itachi is very supportive and lowkey glad that his son is so powerful and can defend himself. Itachi is also very glad that his son can continue with his fuuinjustsu passion long after he retires from being an active ninja. 

Itachi hopes that safety net (producing seals for other ninjas and continuing to earn money from his hobby) will mean his son can retire whenever he wants and not have to worry. Rather than becoming stuck in the shinobi lifestyle.

Itachi’s daughter is born five years after his son, an age gap that was larger than he would have liked, but he had a pretty traumatic birth the first time around and he needed to give his body some time to recover.

Itachi puts a lot of emphasis on a loving relationship between his children, and his daughter adores her older brother so much! She follows him around and tries to copy him all the time, and he help her with homework and plays with her. 

It makes Itachi very, very happy to see them bond. 

Itachi’s daughter is a beta and has everyone wrapped around her finger from the moment she is born. 

She’s charming, well spoken, and polite but with a very sarcastic personality. 

She has a very similar sense of humour to Itachi actually. A sort of under the breath commentary style. Goodness help anyone who finds themselves opposing Itachi and his daughter. 

Academy teachers get put in their place so fast when they join forces, the teachers don’t even know what happened. 

As Itachi’s daughter joins the academy, she follows after her uncle and develops fangirls and fanboys… She’s very popular. Very popular. 

And she loves it. 

Itachi is not as fond. 

He is not above staring coldly at children for badgering his beloved daughter. 

When she grows up, she works as a ninja, favouring a more jack of all trades kind of style. She likes to learn a little bit of everything. 

She’s the same way with relationships too. She never gets married or mated, preferring casual relationships and has no interest in children, she lives her life doing whatever she wants with whoever she wants. 

Itachi is very proud of her, and secretly very amused when his clan constantly tries and fails to control her.

Shikamaru: 1 child – daughter (alpha)

Shikamaru has a child at about 25, and he knew from the get-go that he was a one and done kind of guy.

He’s not a fan at all of the infant stage and does not want to do it more than once. 

The Nara clan have a very high proportion of alphas, so Shikamaru kinda expected his child to be one. And lo and behold she was. 

His daughter is the spitting image of him in every way. She is the most mellow alpha ever. So much so that most people assume she’s a beta, and she doesn’t really care enough to correct them about it. 

She is also very close to her grandparents, who dote on her and spoil her as much as they can. 

She excels at school in the same way her father did before her, retaining average marks despite being miles ahead of most of her peers.

Shikamaru teaches her how to play shogi and all about the beauty of napping. She takes to them both like a duck to water. She is so much like Shikamaru that everyone comments on it constantly. 

Although, while she loves a good cloud gazing session with her father, she actually takes to creative writing as her favourite hobby. She uses a pseudonym to avoid attention, but she ends up writing a series of books that becomes one of the most popular book series in the shinobi nations. 

Shikamaru is so insanely proud that his daughter can have both a successful ninja career and a successful hobby/side career. He brags to anyone who knows her pseudonym constantly, including you and his parents. 

He also keeps a set of first edition, signed copies of all her books. He reads them when she’s away on long missions sometimes, as a way of feeling closer to her.

Shikamaru and his daughter remain incredibly close all their lives.

Shino: 1 child – daughter (omega)

Shino had a child slightly later than most of his friends, at around 34. 

Shino’s daughter is a very curious child! She’s quiet and withdrawn around strangers but very talkative with her family and close friends.

Her favourite place to be is on Shino’s lap. And when around strangers, she always hides behind him, or buries her face into his shoulder. 

Shino loves to spend time with his daughter outside. He teaches her all about insects and plants, leading her around the woods after when she can still barely walk. 

Shibi does the same with her, and those two are very close. 

Shino is fiercely protective of his daughter, and never forces her into doing things she isn’t comfortable with. He defends her right to be quiet and clingy, and it takes some convincing to get him to understand that she needs to make friends outside of her immediate family. 

When she cries for anything, Shino gives in straight away, as long as she isn’t wanting to do anything extremely dangerous. Because of this, she develops quite the sweet tooth, having had as many cookies as she wanted as a child. 

Shino’s daughter ends up teaching at the academy as a career chunin, because despite being shy around adults, she is fantastic with children, very patient and understanding. 

Shino is very happy with her choices, because he was a little worried that she would end up scarred from a shinobi career, and he hates any situation in which he can’t protect her. 

She has her own children pretty young, and Shino is just a good a grandfather as he is a father.

Neji: 2 children – adopted daughter (beta), adopted son (alpha)

Neji is about 30 when he decides he wants to try to have a baby. 

And he’s 32 when he finally comes to terms with the fact that he isn’t going to be able to conceive naturally because of the suppressant abuse he endured as a child. 

Then, tragically, one of the branch members of his clan dies giving birth. Her mate can’t handle the stress and dies shortly afterwards, leaving their two-year-old daughter and newborn son behind. 

Dying after a mate dies is not super uncommon but is much rarer in the cases where children are involved, so this exact situation doesn’t happen very often. 

His heart breaks for them and he is close to begging you to adopt them with him. 

And soon enough you have two children, siblings, and both Hyuugas like Neji. 

You would never forget Neji’s face when he held his children for the first time. He would never let them be branded with the seal that has impacted his life so much. He would sooner run away from the clan forever.

Neji’s daughter takes a little while to adjust to her new parents, still distraught and grieving over the loss of her previous parents. 

Neji understands and gets her a therapist, but he finds it difficult to watch his child suffer. 

The first time she crawled into bed with you and Neji after a nightmare, Neji cried because she was finally starting to trust you both. 

Neji’s daughter is a beta and when she recovers from her childhood trauma, she shows her true colours as a limelight lover! 

She loves acting and dancing and singing whenever and wherever she can. She plans little plays for you and Neji, sitting you down to perform them for you every weekend. Neji is very proud! 

But he doesn’t really know what to do when his daughter says she doesn’t want to be a ninja. 

He loves and supports her, of course, but he’s thrown off, not really expecting it. 

Eventually, he agrees to send her to a civilian school, and she immediately flourishes there, making so many friends, even starting a little after school performance style club. 

Neji is so incredibly proud when she makes it as a famous actress. He lowkey brags constantly to his friends. 

“Oh, your child just got promoted to chunin? How lovely. My daughter made more money this year than any chunin will see in their life…” Sips tea. 

Neji’s daughter is so glamourous and outgoing and famous, but she never forgets her family, and loves to spoil you, Neji and her younger brother with her money.

Neji’s son doesn’t remember his biological parents and fits into your family seamlessly from day one. As far as he’s concerned, you and Neji are his only parents. 

Just like his older sister, this boy is very extroverted, but rather than singing all the time, he talks. He’s the chattiest person you could ever meet. 

Introverted Neji isn’t 100% sure about how to parent such extroverted children, he just doesn’t understand that they don’t enjoy too much solitary activity time. 

He’s feels a lot better if you’re an extrovert, that way, he can have some alone time to recharge while you handle the children. 

If you’re also an introvert… well, let’s hope Hinata was serious about her babysitting offer. 

Neji’s son talks to everyone as I already mentioned, and adults think he is the cutest thing ever. 

As he grows up, he always helps old people carry their shopping, he helps lost children find their parents, he is basically the alpha every parent dreams of their omega child bringing home. 

He’s very charming and Neji is a lot less surprised when his son says he doesn’t want to be a ninja. 

Eventually ends up working in the orphanage. 

The children adore him so, so much, and he loves his job dearly. 

Neji brags about him too. 

“Wow, your child got top marks in the academy? My child was hand-making birthday gifts for some children at the orphanage when he was 11. He decided to do it all by himself…” sips more tea. 

Whenever she’s in Konoha, his older sister turns up and gives all the kids at the orphanage gifts. She’s like a fun, rich aunt for all of them. 

Neither of Neji’s children have children of their own, as they find their respective careers to be the most fulfilling thing for them.

Neji is a very proud father and is happy when his children are happy.

Iruka: None, or 2 children (he’s happy with either) – adopted son (omega), adopted daughter (omega)

Iruka would be happy with no children because he’s so dedicated to his work and his students, but he also adores children and wouldn’t mind having some of his own. This is an au in which he decides to have children. 

He adopts his son at age 27, pretty soon after the war, choosing to adopt an older child who has less of a chance of being adopted. 

A six-year-old omega with a bright smile and loud laugh, Iruka is immediately taken with him. The war had left many orphans, and it was hard on Iruka to walk around the orphanage, knowing he couldn’t adopt them all. 

Iruka throws as much love as he can as his new son, taking time off work to bond with him properly, making sure to scent him loads and get him used to his new family environment. 

Iruka is thrilled when his son shows a knack for pranks.

He plays the disapproving parent in public, but honestly, he loves it, as long as things don’t go too far. 

Iruka’s son is a very kind-hearted person, if a little rambunctious, and he also has a huge nesting instinct. 

You knew he was an omega when you adopted him, but it was very clear, nonetheless. He has a permanent nest in his room that he likes to chill in with his friends when they come over (he’s very popular with the other kids in his class.). 

When he gets a little older, he goes to the academy, walking to and from every day with Iruka, and develops a passion for medicine when he’s a genin. 

He has great chakra control and eventually ends up working full time at the hospital as an adult. 

He chose a similar path to Iruka, in that he works as a ninja but is primarily based in the village, rarely leaving on missions. 

He makes sure to come home for dinner at least once a week after he’s moved out, no matter how busy the hospital gets. 

Iruka is so proud that his son is so talented and selfless, that sometimes it makes him tear up. 

Iruka knows that he doesn’t want just one child. 

When his parents died, he was all alone and it was horrible for him, so he knows he wants to have two children, so that when you and him die, they’re not alone. 

Iruka is very ready to adopt again about two years after he adopted his son. 

Iruka found the adoption process so rewarding that he wants to do it again over having a biological child. 

He adopts a little girl this time, five years old and also an omega. When Iruka was meeting the children, this girl brought him a paper flower that she had folded as a gift and his heart just melted right then and there. 

She fits in perfectly to your family, your son adored her immediately! 

With three omegas living in your house now, you were very much outnumbered. It was a common occurrence to find yourself missing all your warm clothes, them having been borrowed and buried inside one of the three nests (minimum) nests in your house. 

Iruka’s daughter is a gentle soul, but she is also strong. She appears like an easy target because she is soft spoken and reserved but she has a strong sense of justice and always stands up for herself and others. 

When she’s young, she likes the idea of going into medicine like her older brother as she admires and looks up to him, but she doesn’t like the realities of the job very much. 

She’s great at chakra control, but the idea of wrangling disobedient, injured shinobi doesn’t appeal to her. 

Until one day, on her way home from a friend’s house, she finds an injured stray dog. She brings it home and begs you and Iruka to keep him. So, your family of four turns into a family of five, and she becomes obsessed with veterinary medicine. 

As an adult, she ends up working at the veterinary clinic in the Inuzuka compound. She is committed to helping as many animals as she can, with a particular soft spot for dogs. 

She also joins the rest of her family for dinners at least once a week. Iruka is so overwhelmingly proud that he has two medic children, because he knows how talented you have to be to do that. 

He is also very happy that both his children stay mostly within the village. The war made Iruka a little paranoid, and he doesn’t worry so much when his children are safe within the village walls.

Gaara: 2 children – daughter (alpha), son (alpha)

Gaara has his children the youngest out of everyone his age that he knows. He had his daughter when he had just turned 21, and his son five years later when he was 26. 

His daughter is Gaara’s sweetheart. 

He adores her so much and spends as much time as he can with her. He is so gentle with her and loving all the time. 

Gaara’s daughter is very energetic and playful, but also quite sensitive. 

She loves positive attention, loves to play with everyone who will engage with her. 

She’s a very family-oriented person and loves spending time with Kankuro and Temari when you and Gaara are busy. 

However, because you, Gaara, Temari and Kankuro always treated her so gently, she was quite sensitive to people being angry or shouting at her. 

Once, her teacher at school shouted at her for talking in class and she ran straight to the Kazekage’s office crying. Gaara was furious. He hates when his children cry, so much. He let her stay with him for the rest of the day to calm her down, sending you a message to let you know he was looking after her. 

Gaara’s daughter visited him constantly, often bringing little lunchboxes of food for him, learning to new recipes constantly. 

Trying to surprise him, she develops a great skill in cooking. 

She decides, in the end, not to follow the shinobi route. She opens her own restaurant in Suna, charming customers with her amazing hostess skills and phenomenal cooking. 

She allows all her family to eat for free, but they all pay anyway, because they love to support her. Gaara, especially, always leaves a huge tip for her and her staff.

Gaara’s son is born five years after his daughter, another alpha, leaving Gaara very outnumbered, with both his siblings, his mate and his children all being alphas. 

Gaara’s son is very quiet and tactile. 

He loves cuddles and hugs but doesn’t speak very much. 

He enjoys spending time with Gaara in Gaara’s nest, despite not having nesting instincts of his own. 

Gaara’s son is very close to you and Gaara. He always tells you when something is bothering him, and although he doesn’t speak much, he chooses his words carefully and they always mean something.

He actually excels at shinobi school, both in academics and in sparring, and moves up the ranks quickly. He spends a lot of time training with Kankuro and gets into puppetry. 

Even when he becomes a jounin, he spends time with Gaara in his nest, still loving physical affection. 

Gaara enjoys hosting family gatherings for everyone, his daughter cooks loads of dishes for it, his son makes sure to take time off missions to attend, and sometimes Temari drags Shikamaru to Suna as well to join them all. 

Gaara smiles more often than not now, feeling so proud of the life he crafted for himself, and the family he worked hard to create.

(Phew! That was a lot! I hope you enjoyed, let me know what you thought and send me your own headcanons!!! <3)

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A Summer Secret Part 1 - F.W

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Part 2

Requested/About: After bursting a water pipe and flooding his house, Fred needs a place to stay - whilst the family is on a vacation he temporarily stays at  George's house. Y/N tries to get out of an arranged marriage her parents have planned with the Malfoy Family. Failing to do so, she flees to George's house - the father of her best friends who promised she could stay there to escape. Fred and Y/N meet unexpectedly, and something sparks between them - something that Fred vows to be nothing more than a summer fling, a summer secret... but is it?

Warnings: Age gap relationship (y/n is 18), swearing, mention of arranged marriage, mention of food and eating.

Staring out of the train window, bidding farewell to the mountains, the river, and to Hogwarts, you felt tears prick at your eyes. You weren't ready to go home for summer, you never did - you were always at the Twin's house, living under George and Angelina's roof to escape the arguments your parents caused when you said no to them controlling every aspect of your life.

Unfortunately, Gideon and Fabian were going away for the summer with their parents to visit Charlie and you were unable to join them, you understood and was fine with it, but you were absolutely terrified to step foot into your home, with your parents trying to force you into a marriage you didn't want.

"Cheer up, Y/N." Fabian frowned "I hate seeing you upset."

You broke your stare from the scenery and looked over at your best friends, taking some puking pastilles from their bags.

"Just in case" you muttered, "If they're sick they'll leave me alone."

Fabian smirked and shook his head, tutting "Did they say anything else in the letter?"

You shook your head back "No, they just told me I didn't have a choice.  I've graduated, I'm eighteen yet I can't decide what I want for myself."

"I can't imagine getting married at this age to someone I've probably never met."

You stared at Fabian, a little sore and taken aback by his sudden burn.

"Thanks, Fabian, I can't either." You squirmed in your seat and pulled out some jelly snakes from the bag of sweets you were sharing, biting and pulling at the tail, stretching the snake, bursts of green apple and lime flooded your mouth.

"I'm sorry Y/N," he apologised starting to panic.

You shrugged it off and tried to stay calm, throwing him a jelly snake"It's okay."

Gideon rummaged through his large bag and pulled out a large bronze key, handing it to you. "If things get really bad, stay at our house anyway."

You smiled slightly and took the key from him, examining it before stuffing it in your pocket "Thanks, lads."

Fabian nodded his head, flicking through job applications he had filled out before sighing and plonking them back in his bag. "Thank Merlin we've got dads shop"

"Tell me about it" Gideon replied "Uncle Fred will be chuffed when we roll up begging for a job."

The two of them laughed, waiting for you to join in, but you were too busy staring out of the window getting lost in what could unfold in a few hours time.

Dear Y/N,

We are so proud of you for working so hard, we are very eager to find out your N.E.W.T results in the next few months to come.

Your mother and I have been looking for jobs you can apply to once you're home, if you've got the grades, working for The Ministry seems rather promising. Your friend's uncle worked as an Auror for a little while, the one who now picks up spare shifts at that joke shop every now and then.

Anyway, we have got some news we need to share it with, unfortunately, we are unable to tell you in person as the wait is too long, but I don't doubt our owl is rather fast at delivering letters; a lot faster than yours it seems.

We have decided that you will be getting an arranged marriage, your status needs to be high if you want to go for and do well in life, you will marry into a very successful family, one that will open doors for you which your N.E.W.Ts cannot.

If you have anything going on with anyone right now, you need to end it before you arrive home. This matter is not up for discussion, neither is the family we have chosen for you.

Arrive home on time, well dressed, and we will go through the meeting. Don't you dare show us up in front of them, you will regret it.

Please write back, I'm not sending another owl to check on you and you are old enough to realise that Howlers are for kids.

Grow up and act like an adult.

See you soon.

Safe Travels,

-  Y/D/N

Grumbling down the path to your house, your stomach started to do flips as you inched closer and closer to the front door. Seeing yourself in the reflection of the glass diamond shape in the middle of the door, you quickly fixed your hair that got ruffled in the wind, unrolling your skirt and straightening out the creases in your blouse.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled and pushed the front door open, carrying your trunk inside, your owl flying inside eagerly for scraps of food. Your heart thumped in your chest and you could hear each thump in your ears.

"Mum!" you called out "Dad!"

"We're in the living room, Y/N," Y/D/N replied.

Setting down your trunk beside the stairs in case you needed to make a quick escape, you walked into the living room, staring at your shoes, afraid your parents had already pulled out a wedding dress and pamphlets of various venues waiting to be hired.

"How lovely to see you," your mother smiled, getting out of her seat to pull you into a hug before your dad cleared his throat.

Yeah, go on, scare her away from me like you always do.

Your mum quickly sat back down beside your father who didn't hug you or welcome you home. Instead, he pulled two moving photographs from the pocket in his waistcoat, setting them face down on the table in front of you.

This must be the family he's chosen for me.

"Well dressed like I asked, thank you." He smiled "You'll be happy to know that the family we have picked out for you are rather eager to... get the ball rolling. They've been kind enough to offer to cover the costs of the wedding, and helping you move into their home once you have married their son."

A wedding... I won't get to choose...

Moving into their home... where I cannot escape...

Fred cursed under his breath standing in his kitchen, the bottom of his trousers heavy and drenched because of the water rising up to his ankles. He dragged himself around the kitchen, searching for some parchment and a quill, but with no luck, he grabbed the muggle telephone, trying to remember how to ring his brother.

"Hello, George Weasley speaking-"

"Alright, Mr Fancy arse" Fred replied, swearing as his shoes started to squelch with each step "Look, I need some help."

Angelina could be heard in the background, telling George to meet her at the airport after she lands with the boys.

"What's up, Freddie?"

Fred sighed "I'm up to my ankles in water, a bloody pipe burst and these muggles take ages to get here. The whole house will be flooded by the time you get here, can I crash at your place? I don't want to bother mum, she's got enough going on with Ron and Hermione's newborn."

George smirked through the phone, amused at his brother's bad luck with something as simple as a water pipe, magic not being able to fix it after a prank going wrong with Fred's wand.

"Of course, me, Angelina, and the boys will be gone for a few weeks though, there's enough food and that - all I ask is that you look after the owls for us."

Fred walked up the steps, his lower legs now getting wet "Thank you, George, I owe you one!"

"It's okay Freddie, just don't get up to any trouble."

"I won't. Say hi to Charlie for me!"

If Gideon and Fabian knew Uncle Fred was staying at the house too, they would have texted you, sent an owl if they didn't have any signal, but they didn't know - and their father didn't think to tell them.

If Fred knew a younger girl would be staying in the house, he would have rented a room somewhere else, hell, he would've stayed in the office above the shop, but he didn't know.

And you of all people would've forced yourself to stay under your parent's roof for a little longer, or jump on a plane and bump into Gideon and Fabian just by chance, but they didn't tell you.

Fred always felt amazed when he was in George's house - it was large and cosy, a proper family home, a master bedroom with an ensuite, two guestrooms where you had slept during previous summer - where the twins often slept instead of their own room from time to time, and a large bathroom that could fit in the whole Weasley family.

You swallowed hard, shifting in the stiff chair, you shook your head, your voice wobbly as you tried to speak.

"Dad, I appreciate all of this, I really do - but I'm an adult, it isn't your choice or right to make decisions for me, I don't want to get married, I don't want to live with another-"

You wanted to continue, but Y/D/N glared at you, he spoke through gritted teeth, flipping over the photographs of the family trying to buy you for their son.

"How dare you disrespect me. After everything I have done for you, for this family, you are not an adult, you still act like a child!"

"I'm eighteen!" you snapped, feeling brave, finding your voice.

"You are still living under my roof! You will do as I say!"

Your mother did nothing but stare into the fireplace, perhaps deep in thought or imagining you in a white lace dress, walking down the aisle with a face smile plastered on your face.

"No, I will not!"

"You will!" your dad bellowed, rising out of his chair "because they are coming to meet you in an hour and you better comply, girl!"

Tears pricked at your eyes, your chest tightened and the familiar lump formed in your throat. Staring down at the picture made you sick to your stomach, you recognised the young lad in the photograph, for he was no other than Scorpius Malfoy.

"The Malfoys!" you also stood up "I will never, ever marry into that family! Not after what they did!"

Y/D/N grunted "What are you going to do? Marry a Weasley? Work in a joke shop and be a laughing stock for a living?"

You stormed out of the living room, grabbing your trunk, your mother continued to stare into the flames, blocking out everything around her, smiling about what could have been.

Your dad followed you, grabbing the other handle on your trunk, pulling you to him.

"You aren't going anywhere!"

"I'm going anywhere but here!" you snarled back, your trunk opened and your clothes dropped onto the floor, letting go, you stormed up the stairs and sprinted to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Frantically, you pulled out your phone, messaging the twins.

Y/N: They want me to marry into the Malfoy family! I can't fucking do it.

Fabian: Wait. Scorpius?

Gideon: You've got to be joking.

Y/N: No! I'm not! His family are coming to meet me in the next hour, what the fuck am I going to do?

Gideon: Puking Pastilles?

Y/N: No, I'm not risking leaving this bedroom if I'm not going outside.

Fabian: You've got our house key, use it genius.

Y/N: I will tonight, I just need to fake this shit, hopefully, I won't be married by morning, I'll run away to yours in the night.

Gideon: Be careful.

Fabian: Don't do anything we wouldn't do.

Y/N: Why do you think I'm running away? The Malfoys are the worst match!

Fred got used to being alone in the house after a week, blasting loud music, dancing like no one was watching, walking around in nothing but his boxers as the summer heat became unbearable. He felt on top of the world, he was alone, enjoying himself, in a huge house all to himself.

Managing to escape through the night as you had planned, you were taken by surprise when you arrived at George's manor to find the lights on and music blaring through the walls.

Maybe the twins came home early to surprise me.

Knocking on the door was pointless, even if you yelled the music was too loud to compete with. Pulling out your key, you unlocked the door and walked inside, setting your bags down on the table on the porch, hanging your coat up on the peg. Following the music you stopped in your tracks, in front of you was Fred, dancing in his boxers, sliding across the wooden floor in his socks, playing the air guitar. Your cheeks started to go red. If this was a prank, it was definitely well thought out - but deep down, you knew that Fabian and Gideon hadn't come home.

You had met Fred before, you always visited the joke shop with your friends and he had been at George's many times over Christmas, and Summer when he wasn't working. Each time you had seen him, he had always been on his own, no girlfriend, no ring on his finger.

Fred spins around with his eyes closed and opens them as he faces you, he jumps out of his skin and instantly covers his private parts with his hands as his eyes met yours, you grabbed the remote and rapidly paused the blaring music.

"W-What are you doing here?!" he asked, breathless and red.

You picked up one of his T-Shirts and threw it at him, leaning against the table, staring at your shoes as he got dressed "I could ask you the same thing." you replied shyly.

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[harostar]

Copy and pasted from elsewhere. My attempt to summarize Roman Holiday!

Roman's story follows him as a young man in Mistral, getting into trouble with a pair of Spider goons (Brick and Mortar). They attack him for mugging someone on their turf, so he beats them up and steals the protection money they were carrying. A week later, the Spiders pick him up and bring him to meet Lil' Miss herself. (Roman likes milfs.) He convinces her that he can do better than her current people, and eventually rises to become her right-hand man over the years.

But he's overly-ambitious, taking the Twins on a raid of a gang's base of operations. Paul Parrot has a "treasure" in the basement, which turns out to be a Rat Grimm he imported from Menagerie that he feeds people to. Roman manages to outwit him by injuring the Grimm with the twins' help, then provokes Paul until he flips out and his rage makes him the more desirable target for the Grimm. They escape, but Lil' Miss is pissed about him moving on his own AND putting her daughters' at risk. This was all according to his plan, as he wanted to get out of having to play bodyguard to the twins.

Eventually, he's caught taking an extra protection payment for himself. His old partner, Cammie (very similar to Ilia) warns him and lets him escape after a fight. He flees Mistral, going over his options — Vacuo has a strong criminal element, but it's hard to break into. Atlas is...well...Mantle has nothing worthwhile and trying in Atlas itself is too risky. So he heads for Vale.

Roman's first criminal act is holding up a bank, which goes comically. Literally no one believes its happening, because Vale doesn't HAVE major criminal stuff happening. A pair of incompetent Huntsmen (Roch and Kandi) try to stop him, but end up beaten while Roman escapes. They end up in hot water of their behavior, with Ozpin being interviewed about it briefly. Roman begins building a name for himself, coming to the attention of Hei Xiong. He's threatened, but walks away alive and decides to further reinvent himself by having his Spiders tattoo covered.

Meanwhile, young Trivia begins to rebel against her parents. They keep her in isolation, forcing her to wear a brown contact to hide her mismatched eyes in photos and whenever guests come over. Her father is a prominent City Manager working for the Vale council, and they make a big fuss over her "overactive imagination" and "refusal" to speak. She has a private tutor, a former Huntress that was fired from Signal Combat School after getting a student killed. I THOUGHT it might be Gretchen, but it doesn't match what we know — it was Signal, not Beacon, so Ozpin wasn't involved. Trivia drugs her teacher and sneaks out using her Semblance. She goes into the city and gets bullied by a gang of girls, ending with the police picking her up. One of the officers suspects abuse, but their hands are tied. There's a party going on, and Trivia rampages through it using her Semblance to cause trouble.

As the years go on, Trivia keeps sneaking out and rebelling. She goes on a stealing spree in town, coming home with a ton of new stuff. Her father catches her and notes that he paid everyone off to cover up her antics. In a rage, she throws her new parasol at him. This leads to her parents locking her in her room, using increasingly complex locks. She studies tutorials and manuals to learn to pick locks, but eventually has one too complex. With "Neo"'s encouragement, she tries to damage the lock with hairspray and a candle. Instead, she starts a fire and is forced to leap from her window to escape. In doing so, she discovers she can make her illusions more solid temporarily — reinforcing her parasol to break her fall, and being caught by "Neo". Her parents are furious, and her mother smashes "Neo" in front of her. Trivia finds she can no longer make "Neo", but realizes it was simply her own wishes being expressed by her Semblance.

Trivia is sent to Lady Browning's private finishing school, a school her mother graduated from. It has incredibly strict rules, uniforms, and a bunch of mean girls led by the Malachite Twins. Trivia is relentlessly bullied, until one night she sneaks out to follow the twins. She witnesses them attack Roman, and helps him escape. Afterwards, Lady Browning offers her a spot in her "advanced" program and asks her to help capture Roman. This advanced program trains...well....basically Black Widows, for lack of a better way to describe it. Advanced combat lessons, espionage training, lessons in deception and reading other people, ect. Trivia excels, but also makes contact with Roman. She introduces herself as Neo, because she doesn't want to be connected to her father. She also begins dying her hair and altering her uniform, beginning to create the persona we all know.

They immediately form a strong partnership, with Roman training her further in combat and criminal stuff. He has the Schemes Board from Chibi, and they plot together before pulling off their first big heist. They hit up the warehouse supplying most of the city's coffee, and steal what they can. Roch shows up, having lost his license and out for revenge. Neo hits him with a truck to save Roman, and they end up destroying the warehouse leaving them with the only supply of coffee to fence. Roman gifts Neo with Hush, while she gives him his signature hat and makes matching outfits for them.

They carry out various wacky crimes, making a profit while putting Xiong in an awkward position. He controls crime in Vale, and has the police under his thumb. But he doesn't want to claim he's involved with these wacky crimes, nor does he want to admit he's got competition. His conflict with Lil' Miss starts heating up, with both parties starting to gun for Roman.

Neo discovers Lady Beat's server room, and realizes the school is a way not only to train agents but to basically have hidden cameras on all the prominent families/businesses in Vale. She steals the hard drive, fights off the Twins when they come for her, and realizes Lil' Miss and Lady Beat are working together. Honey Wine, Roman's old friend from Mistral, helps the Spiders capture him to pay off her loan to Lil' Miss for her Vale nightclub. In desperation, Neo approaches a pair of cops parked outside Roman's apartment — they take her to Xiong, who calls himself her "uncle". He explains that her father owes him a lot of money, and he intends to use her as a hostage to get his money. Even so, he wishes he had a smart kid like her instead of his idiot son Junior. Neo knocks him out and assumes his appearance, joining his forces as they go after Lil' Miss and her gang.

Neo hijacks the Bullhead, rescues Roman, and then they decide to lie low at her parents' for lack of anywhere else to go. Cue a nod to Blake and Sun visiting Menagerie, with Roman shocked when she points out that the big mansion is her house. Her parents are furious, but let them in. Her parents drug them with tea, intending to trade Roman and the hard drive to Lil' Miss to get out from under Xiong. They've both been hoping to take over Xiong's empire, but Roman faked being drugged and takes them both out. He finds Neo, and they devise a plan to get everyone off their backs and get rid of the hard drive. Roman sends the data to Lisa Lavender, while Neo plays decoy and discovers her father in her old room. She realizes he was stealing Dust from Xiong, and hiding the cache UNDER her room. This was the reason he was so angry about the fire. She's furious to realize he basically had her locked in a prison over a bomb, and locks him in her old room.

She disguises herself and Roman as her parents, then tricks Lil' Miss into firing on her old room. The Dust explodes, killing everyone still inside the mansion — her father, and likely her mother, Lady Beat, and Hei Xiong. Roman asks if she's okay, but Neo is kind of...shrugs and not sure how she feels. They ride off into the sunset together.

So basically, Roman and Neo are best buddies. Roman was QUITE LITERALLY Neo’s first and only friend, after a lifetime of isolation and bullying. Also the first person to not give a shit about her being mute, or about her “weird eyes”. He just accepted her without question, and encouraged her to never settle for less than  she could take. 

Junior is a pathetic crime boss because he’s the idiot son of the ACTUAL crime boss, who Neo ended up killing. He seems to have submitted to Lil’ Miss Malachite after his father died.

Neo is a Black Widow highly-trained spy and assassin, as well as a Savant that learns rapidly through observation and a shit-ton of tutorial videos. She loved Fairy Tales growing up, with her favorite being “The Girl in the Tower”. (lol)

[akarinittalovers]

How You Meet

•Nanaba

The first time you ever meet her was back in the cadet corps. You came from a hunter family from the forest inside of the wall Rose so when you first join the cadet corps you barely knew anyone there and you are quite shy because of your accent so that doesn't help at all.

It was Nanaba who approach you first. Both of you began to regularly chat with each other during your free time between training and classes. Over time both of you grew closer.

You decided to join whatever branch of the military that she will join. Even though both of you are one of the top ten graduates instead of joining the military brigade and life a peaceful life you decide to join her to the Survey corps.

While you plan to protect her during an expedition outside the walls for the first time the reality is much crueler than the story of Knight in shining armor. The truth is she is much stronger than you, while you are reasonably skilled as a soldier she just more proficient in fighting Titans. So in the end, she is the one who protected you.

Your first expedition was nothing sort of disaster. From more than twenty new recruits that join the survey corps, only you and Nanaba survive the whole ordeal. The only silver lining to this was both of your skill doesn't go unnoticed. Both of you are promoted and place on the best squad on the whole survey corps, the Erwin squad (This take place some years before the fall of Wall Maria).

After some years have passed both of your careers on survey corps were going well, especially after Keith Shadis step down as the commander and Erwin became his replacement. You get promoted as one of the section commanders and she was vice-leader of the Mike squad.

Side Story:

At first, you thought Nanaba was a man. When she tells you the truth, you immediately apologize to her profusely. You should have seen your panic face at that moment.

She just laughed at you and tell you not to worry. "Don't worry about it. It almost happens all the time, " she told you but That got an opposite effect on you. You just felt even worse for her and that resulted in you absentmindedly told her "You got pretty hair."

Trivia:

Her hobby is training/sparring with you. Two of her favorite exercises are close-quarter combat and ODM gear training.

Your current score of sparing with her is.

#CQB:

Nanaba vs Y/N

29-21

#ODM training

Nanaba vs Y/N

35-28

•Anka Rheinberger

When you are first to meet her it was at the orientation event of the garrison troops. You are one year her senior and you are left in charge of her in your squad.

She was the type of person who takes the job seriously and as you expected she was rose up through the rank quite was and in almost no time she was outranked you. She was even put under Commander Pixis squad directly.

One thing that wasn't expected was not long after she was put under commander Pixis squad you are also promoted there. Later you found out that Anka has written a letter of recommendation on your behalf.

While it's true that you are quite a reliable person and the only reason you weren't promoted was that you had some grievances with your superior officers and if you being honest you wouldn't mind not being promoted since are already in a pretty comfortable position but still it was incredibly nice of her. Now both of you are working side by side once again.

Side Story:

She doesn't like to drink or see people drink during the day, especially during work hours. This was probably due to her workaholic personality.

But during the night and day off, she absolutely loves to drink. Both of you are occasionally going to the pub together. Compare to you she was a heavy drinker.

Trivia:

Her favorite drink is beer and her least favorite liquor is wine.

•Rico Brezenska

The first time you meet her was in 850 during the battle of Trost District after the second appearance of the Colossal Titan. Particularly it was during the closing part of the Battle.

You were assigned to the elite team under her command to escort Eren Yeager to seal off the breach on Trost District. Miraculously this suicide mission was a success, the wall was managed to be a seal.

After that harrowing experience, you and Rico along with Mikasa Armin and Eren Yeager were evacuated by the Survey corps thus both of you doesn't get involved in the operation of retaking the wall, Trost. Since only both of you from the garrison elite squad survive the whole ordeal both of you place on the same squad from then point forward.

Side Story:

Rico was well known for her strict attitude because of that she was feared by her juniors and even her Superior. So they usually go through you first to get her.

Trivia:

There are rumors about you two dating and both of you are unaware of this.

•Lara Tybur

The first time you meet her was when she was first introduced as a new maid of the Tybur family. You were task to train her to be a good maid.

She was a great learner, she picked up maidservant skills pretty easily. That being said her skills as a maid were quite inferior compare to you.

So that is why you were angry when you learned that she will become the head of the maidservant and Butler of the Tybur family. The position is usually reserved for your family who faithfully served the Tybur family for generations.

Jealousy and curiosity as to why she was chosen to become the head of the servant make you act foolishly. One day you interrogate her on her true identity and that is how you learn that she was a member of the Tybur family moreover that she was the inheritor of Warhammer Titan.

But that was the start of an unlikely friendship between jealous Maid/Butler and Princess in disguise. She suggested that it became both of your little secrets.

Side Story:

Both of you are usually hanging out in the secluded part of the garden during your free time. Both of you usually have a launch there and chatting.

Trivia

Lara's favorite snack is Takoyaki the traditional food from Hizuru. She was an expert at cooking and her skill in that field are far surpassed you. Also, she loves sports and singing.

•Nifa

The first time you meet this stylish gal is when you first joined the Survey corps. Being your senior she was left in charge of you and your squadmate for your training & first expedition outside.

During your training as a survey corps - about at least three weeks before your first expedition outside - you grew to admire her. You saw her as someone who could be relied on. You aspire to become her.

After several expeditions outside of the walls, you become experienced soldiers and even got a nice position in your squad. Although Nifa is no longer with your squad because of her role there was only temporary.

Side Story:

You were crying a lot after your return from the first expedition. The combination of horror from Titan and seeing your comrades get eaten was too much for inexperienced soldiers like you. But Nifa was there to comfort you.

Trivia

Nifa is the most stylish member of the Survey corps. You often see her doing some sort of makeup in her free time.

•Frieda Reiss

You were Frieda's childhood friend. You grew up on a Reiss family farm where both of your parents work as a farmhand.

You meet her when she was visiting with her father on the farm. You were a shy kid so Frieda was first to approach you. Although you were resisted at first due to everyone's insistence you reluctantly agree to play with her.

Honestly playing with her wasn't that bad. She has a big sister aura around her and she is very smart so she can teach you a whole lot of things.

But one day an accident struck, both of your parents were involved in a stagecoach accident while delivering goods from Reiss estate. Unfortunately, your father passed away while your mother's right leg has to be amputated.

Though fortunately for you and your mother the Reiss family are willing to take care of both of you while your mother recovering from her injuries and later employs her as a maid. So, for a few years, you and Freida are living on the same roof.

Things go on like this for at least a couple of years until you reach the age of 15 years old. While you're thankful to the Reiss family especially to Freida but for some reason, you felt like a burden to them and you don't want to get more indebted to them. You decided to leave them behind and join the Survey corps.

Side Story:

Frieda is a couple of years older than you and she was the one who teaches you how to read and that is how you become the only literate member of your family.

Trivia:

Frieda loves to tease you. You see Frieda as a big sister figure.

[librarianandguardian]

Just a feeling- Saul Silva x Female!Reader

Pairing : Saul Silva x Female!Reader

Word Count : ~2300

Warnings : Fluff, brief mention of drug use and burns

Music : Un homme - Jérémy Frerot

Author’s note : Getting pretty stressed because of a huge project at school, so I wrote this to blow off some steam ! I also wanted to say that I do not agree with the way some characters are written and treated in this show. I hope I did not perpetuate these errors, and that I got Silva’s personality a bit right at least. Feedback is appreciated, may it be on the story telling or even the grammar. English isn’t my first language. Flahs-backs in italics. Enjoy ! :D

GIF ‘s not mine, and I can’t find the creator.

French First World songs resonate in the Great Hall, she is dancing. Wild and free. Her loosened hairs fly through the wind. She has traded her Specialist armour for a long flowing dress. Her feet are hammering the ground in rhythm. The crowd carries her all over the dancefloor; she twirls and claps her hands following the music.

From an ignored fairy bloodline, her parents considered her a Specialist Legacy. When her mind fairies powers woke up, everything went wrong ; she was always an overwhelmed child. No one could help her everytime she lost control. Nothing but medication: earrings to contain, and pills to attenuate. It wasn't bad. She lived like that her entire life.

Silva is sitting on a plastic chair, leaning on the table by his side, his gaze lingering. She is an exceptional fighter; dance must be a piece of cake and fun judging from her large smile. To be fair, he barely remembered her from their time at Alfea. Farah told him she was three years younger than him and seemed to have a few memories.

« (Y/N) travelled a lot to the First World prior to college. Her parents were emissaries and brought back souvenirs. Rumours said that her room resembled a cave of wonders.

-Ever went there ?»

His friend chuckled.

« Once. It was full of trinkets, books, movies, postal cards too. Ben caught interest in it, especially the giant botanic encyclopaedia throning on her bookshelf. We both agreed after a while that she might be the ray of sunshine of her Specialist promotion. But I guess she was discreet, if you've never heard of her.»

It took some memory searching, but he indeed remembered one thing. A conversation between a bunch of 1st years talking about a secret party displaying famous First World movies. A few hours later, on the training field, (Y/N) battled fiercely. It caught the attention of many students, who gathered around the platform. Curiosity taking the best of him, he had followed the crowd.

« What's that First World song that I love to describe you with ?

-By the light Clairo, is it really necessary ? »

Her opponent mocked her. She rolled her eyes, wielding her sword before choosing her fight stance.

« You son of... Maneater from Nelly Furtado. Now let's fight please.

-Alright doll, eat me up. »

(Y/N) huffed in annoyance. Clairo was a good fighter, but a little bit too flirty. He launched himself at her. The young woman stayed incredibly calm. Dodging to the right, she left him to stumble before hitting his back with the wooden weapon. He fell to the ground with a grunt. A shy smile spread on her features.

Now that he thinks about it, her earring had intrigued him : an ear chain hanging from the top of the cartilage of her ear to her lobe. Each end was composed of a lavendish round lilac crystal. When she lost control recently, those crystals lit up with a blinding light and burned her skin.

« I change the earring every five year. Every year If any several big crises occurred.

-What about your burns ? How did they clean them up ? »

Her left hand ghosted over her intact lobe, while Harvey healed the bruised flesh. Her eyes stared at the floor of the greenhouse. Saul was holding her other hand.

« They... I stuffed myself with pills. Sometimes enough to sleep through an entire day. Within the Solarian force, it was the only way for them to treat me. None of their mind fairies could calm me down. I don't think you realize how much this, she lifted her intertwined hand, helps.»

The soldier chuckles at the memory. His eyes examined his fingers, remembering how she locked hers, as she found an anchor in his mind.

« My best guess ? Your training forged your head to have a certain mindset in crisis.

-Loads of Solarian troupers could have given you that.

-Yeah. I can't really explain it, she laughed shyly, maybe because you're a teacher, that two of your long time friends are fairies or just because you're good with people.»

Their gazes crossed. The air thickened. Truth to be told, (Y/N) was so lost upon why he managed to calm her down. Farah tried to guide her, but even then, nothing positive came out. Her youth as a student at Alfea only consisted in shared side glances with him in hallways. She sure as hell found the man attractive, but she had other stuff to think about.

A loud giggle snaps him back to reality. (Y/N) falls on his laps while trying to take off her high heels. Her eyes are opened wide and a little glassy. She's definitely drunk.

« Oh by the light, I'm sorry Silva. Aimed at the table ! »

The atmosphere becomes lighter. He catches her when she nearly trips off by trying to get up, one of his arms snaking around to help. Steadying herself on his laps, she catches her breath slowly, though some giggles erupt as she looks around.

« How can you still dance, uh ?»

With a guilty smile, she leans slightly against the table.

« Alcohol ! It's the only thing keeping me up, baby !»

Instant regret shoots through her veins. Some red creeps up on her cheeks, as her hands cover her mouth. The soldier chuckles, enamoured by her adorableness. One thing that strucked him when they met was her lightness. Out of all the solarian troupers out there, or even all the specialists he ever crossed paths with, she was one of the few who stayed so bright and playful. Subconsciously, his fingers dig slightly in her hips.

« It's alright, (Y/L/N).»

She giggles a bit, but thanks him. Farah watches from a far, joined by Ben. (Y/N)(Y/L/N) has been teaching at Alfea for a year now. The entire school seemed to have transformed into a much more joyous place : students got along better, the shyest opened a tad and the roughest softened. Ben's daughter Terra found a supporter of her personal projects and a confidant. Ben himself benefited from her return. Mostly in books and knowledge but that meant already so much to him. Farah gained a daughter ; (Y/N)'s powers were a mess for her advanced age, helping felt natural. But what she loved the most was how confused Saul got with the new Specialist. Their bond strengthened with time, however the first few days rocked the Headmaster all over the place.

«(Y/L/N), what did you do to our office ? Did you... Are these books classified by alphabetic order and colour ?! »

His colleague shrugged, trying to see if he was mad or just surprised. It happened a few days after her arrival. Their shared office went under few renovations.

« (Y/L/N), why dancing classes ? »

She shot up, put her hands on his desk and took twenty minutes to explain how it would make their movements more flexible, strengthen teamwork and be a tool for future mission on the job. Astonished could not describe Silva's feeling.

An admirable change that proved beneficial to the students. These two grew very fond of each other. A lot more than they thought. Words in the hallways started to spread about their growing fondness.

« Okay, I got a question for you, soldier boy.»

Saul tilted his head to the side.

« Are you having fun ?

-Of course I am.»

(Y/N) looks disappointed. Turning around, she pours some water in her cup and chugs it down.

« Really ? 'Cause the only thing I've seen you do is sit in a corner all night. »

He lowers his head, searching for the right words. How does he say that he just loves watching her run around the dancefloor ? How she bounds with students but also keeps their respect ? The fact that she's so organised that she could plan a First World themed party and keep her teacher skills to their best ? The shortest way for that would be admitting his feelings. He zones out long enough for her to talk again.

« It's okay. »

His eyes lock with hers. How did she sober up so quickly ?

« I know you have a reputation as a serious and frowny teacher to keep. And this is a graduation party, so. »

Never mind, she did not. The woman gets up, only to kneel under the tablecloth. He panics briefly.

« (Y/N), what on Earth are you doing ?»

She mumbles before appearing back outside. Her hands are holding a package. Another bright smile shines on her face. Silva knows what's coming, and he has mixed feelings about it; between fear, excitement and confusion.

« Happy Birthday Saul. »

His heart nearly stops. Few people know about his birthday, she is now a part of them. He frankly does not mind, even wished for it for a while now. His hands gently take the package to open it. Before his eyes lies a hard covered sketchbook and a wooden box full of high-quality pencils. The cover has a crow flying in a pearly sky with a red sun. The box is made of ebony and his name carved in silver. She knows an another of his secret. He tears up. The woman worries when he starts to sniffle. Much to her surprise, the soldier puts the gifts on the table before hugging her with all his might. Thank God the students are dancing or already out of the hall to smoke. (Y/N) answers his embrace, reassured.

« Thank you so much dear. »

It's her turn to have glossy eyes. She buries her face in his shoulder. This man is constantly under pressure and she has always wondered what he does during his free time : Does he train more ? He probably reads, right ? The answer came on a regular afternoon.

Silva knocked on her quarters' door. He heard shuffling before (Y/N) opened. She was wearing a bathrobe and a towel around her hair.

« Hi Saul ! Sorry hum. I woke up late and did not expect you so soon so, hum. »

The woman looked around, making her towel fall. Picking it up, she invited him in. He indulged, though a bit surprised.

« I'll be back in a jiffy, you know, putting some clothes on and all. Okay.»

She disappeared in her bathroom, leaving him to explore her room. Many watercolour paintings covered the walls, some abstract and others from the Realms of the Otherworld. However, a few landscapes felt unknown to him. On her desk lied sketches with a horde of different pencils. He discovered portraits of Farah, Ben, Terra, Sky, Riven and finally him. The lines were thin, some shadows sharp for the warriors and smoother for the fairies. A hint of jealousy took over him, quickly brushed away by shyness. The fact that she took the time to draw him was flattering. His fingers grazed over the pencils, wondering if he had time to prepare a little surprise. He puts down the file he came to discuss. A few minutes later, (Y/N) came out, dressed but her hair still wet on the edges. Silva was leaning against her desk, file in hand, a small smile on his features. She mirrored it before asking about the important matter at hand. Twenty minutes later, he left. Her eye caught a change in her drawing material : the portrait of Farah and Ben switched positions. She shuffled them, making sure everything was here, only to find an unknown piece. A cute fox was smiling, a little bubble under him stating :

« Nice Work (Y/L/N). Nice pencils too. Wish I had your talent.»

That last sentence made her wonder if he indeed had an artistic side. Needless to say that his quarters gave her answer. Same reason as his when he came, she knocked on his door one night. Though he did not fully invite her in, her eyes caught glimpses of nice sketches lying on a table, some rudimental equipment next to it.

They stay like this for a few seconds. The headmistress and Professor Harvey look at each other. No words, no need. Terra is chatting with a second year in a corner, bur her eyes catch them. She smiles, looking away shyly, but happy Sky sees the scene too, thanks to Riven who taps on his shoulder. They can't help the smile growing on their faces. Sky's father figure finding support is definitely going to be one of the highlights of their first year. (Y/N) and Saul part. One of her hands pats his arm.

« Wanna dance ? »

He closes his eyes, sighing. There is no lack of desire but the fear of what the students will say.

« I wish but... I don't know.

-I get it. But one day, you will ! That's a promise. »

With one last smile, she strolls back to the dancefloor, leaving him sheepish. He takes the sketchbook and a pencil. He might not dance tonight, but he'll make up to it.

[ilovefandoms102]

Love Always Wins

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader

Summary: After the second Wizarding War, you and Draco start your life together...

Note: I’m so so happy everyone enjoyed my first installment Where Loyalties Lie! I’m so excited to share this with you all! Let me know what you guys think!

Also this is completely made up and will follow some cannon and noncannon! 

Part 2

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Draco and I moved into an apartment just outside of Godric’s Hollow, close to where my parents lived. I took all magical and muggle precautions to keep our home protected, Draco insisting I was being irrational, but I couldn’t shake the bad feeling I still felt. Draco and I were in the training program at the Ministry to become Aurors. It had been a few years since the battle of Hogwarts, yet I still could not get rid of the nightmares. I felt terrible for waking Draco up almost every night for the first year they happened...

They started to go away a little into the second year, but this is the third year since the war and they started coming back. I had yet to tell Draco this however, it felt childish to bother him with such things.

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I was filing more paperwork today, a headache forming from the millions of letters floating across the paper. I rubbed my temples slowly, irritation taking over my mood. I was startled when I felt arms around me, turning to see Draco. I felt better almost instantly, his lips finding their way to mine.

“Hello darling, I was hoping I could steal you away for lunch.” he smiled, kissing my nose.

“I would love to, but I have too much to do.” I sighed, laying my pen down.

“Come on my love, take a break.” he whispered in my ear hotly, trailing kisses down my neck.

“Dray I can’t,” I said breathily, but still leaned back into his touch.

His hands moved to my button down shirt, unbuttoning it just enough to get his hands down. Draco shoved his hands in my bra, twisting and tweaking my nipples. I was so glad I had my own office as I moaned loudly, my head falling back to his chest. He hummed deep in his chest, biting down on my neck to leave his mark.

“Let me make you feel good baby.” he said, my head nodding immediately.

His hands were removed from my shirt as he spun my chair around. He lifted me on to my desk, his lips meeting mine in a searing kiss. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. I felt his hardness straining in his pants, my hand immediately reaching for it. He groaned in my mouth when I gripped it, palming him. I grinned into his mouth, his teeth nipping at my lips playfully. 

“So hard for me already hmm,” I teased, a growl deep in his chest sounded as he grabbed my hips.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, shoving my hand away so he could remove his pants. 

I made quick work to get rid of mine, shoving my shirt down my arms. Draco removed his shirt as well, his fingers going straight for my heat. I arched into him, moaning his name when he rubbed my clit. His fingers moved lower to enter them inside of me, using his thumb to rub me.

“Please Dray, I need you.” I panted, wiggling my hips the best I could on my desk.

“You want me inside of you darling?” he asked, smirking at my state.

“Yes,” I whimpered, pouting my lips at him.

He moved me so my ass was somewhat hanging off the desk so that he could tilt my hips at an angle, sliding his member through the slickness pooling. The both of us sighed when Draco pushed into me, my head fell back in ecstasy. His hips snapped up into mine, a squeak falling from my lips. One hand went to his hair while the other went around his shoulders. His hand stayed on my hip while the other went to grab a fist full of my hair.

“Ready?” he asked, his eyes dilating when my tongue darted out to wet my lips.

“Mhm, I want you Dray. You always make me feel good.” I moaned, clenching down on him.

Draco smiled down at me, kissing my lips sweetly. The mood changed as he started to pound into me, my chest heaving as I tried to reciprocate his kiss. I couldn’t keep it up however when he started to hit that special spot inside of me, my eyes closing as my head went to the crook of his neck. 

“You like that darling?” he growled, hitting a particularly hard thrust. I screeched loudly, my nails digging into his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna cum,” I whined, his teeth shining as he reached down to rub my clit again. 

“Fuck,” I gritted out, throwing my head back. 

“Cum for me, love you so much.” he heaved, his eyes closing as I could tell he was just as close as I was.

“Love you more, always.” I whimpered, my legs starting to shake.

I let go with a scream of his name, completely convulsing around him. He grunted as he shot his load inside of me, his face falling to nuzzle my breasts. I held his head to me as I came down, feeling the mix of us dripping down on my desk and to the floor. 

“You better help me clean that up mister, this was your idea.” I giggled, kissing the top of his head.

“Don’t remember you complaining about it darling, in fact you were begging for it.” he quipped, biting down on the skin of my chest. 

“Excuse me, you are the one who barged in here sticking your hands down my shirt.” I gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder.

I could feel the heat of Draco’s stare as we cleaned up, I peeked up at him as he was buttoning his shirt back up. I couldn’t detect the emotion he held in his eyes, it was sadness, but also regret? 

“What is it?” I asked, making my way over to him. 

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” he mumbled.

“Dray, come on. You know you can tell me anything, I won’t judge you.” I spoke softly, throwing my arms around his middle. He stared into my eyes, they held such love for me it almost took my breath away. One hand stayed on my lower back as the other traveled to weave into my hair. 

“It just still shocks me sometimes that you chose to be with me, after....after everything I’ve done. There are days when those thoughts consume me, and I wish I could go back and be there for you. Love you like I should have then like I do now.” Draco confessed, his hand in my hair gripping tighter.

“I wouldn’t change a thing...I truly believe everything happens for a reason Dray. I think that we had hardships to make us stronger, to prove that love always wins. We always found our way back to each other.” I smiled, Draco moving his hand from my hair to cup my cheek. 

“I don’t deserve you, but I will spend the rest of my life loving you. That I know for sure.” he affirmed that by smashing his lips down to mine.

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Harry and Draco were slowly mending into a new found friendship. Of course he wanted what was best for me, and after learning that Draco did what he had to in order to save me, he gained a new found respect for Draco. It was a slow process, but it meant a lot to me that the both of them were at least trying to get along. 

We all stayed close after graduating, even living close by. Hermione, Ginny, and I would have sleepovers and reminisce on the good days at Hogwarts, I even shared my stories with Draco. Hermione revealed to me that she knew the whole time there was something between us, of course I wasn’t surprised. 

There was lots of talk of marriage and babies too, the both of them were already engaged to their men however. Draco had always said he wanted to spend forever with me, which led me to the question of where my damn ring was. I was more than ready to settle down and start a family of my own. Something I had always dreamed of. 

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My irritation with the fact that Draco had yet to propose grew when Hermione and Ron were wedded a mere eight months later. I had yet to bring up the issue however, but I couldn’t deny the longing to say those words that would forever make me his. I decided as we were twirling around on the dance floor to just blurt it out to see his reaction.

“So when am I going to get a ring?” I inquired, Draco’s smile almost immediate. 

“So eager to tie me down are you darling?” he teased, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I’m ready to start our life together, you know like in the muggle world. A big house, plenty of room for our babies to run around.” I babbled, listing off the things I had never thought possible while the war was happening. 

“How many do you want?” he asked, grinning wide.

“Two, maybe three.” I shrugged, already starting to think of names.

“I’ll give you as many as you want my love.” he sighed, bring me tighter into his embrace.

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Mine and Harry’s birthday was coming up in a few days, Draco throwing hints of what a huge surprise he had in store. I didn’t even think that it would be what I truly wanted, assuming maybe it was a necklace or something small. I wasn’t one to ask for such extravagant gifts, I had no need for them. 

We had a gathering with all our friends at Hermione and Ron’s house, Ginny had planned on making individual cakes for Harry and I. Draco and I arrived later that afternoon, sharing greetings as I made my way to help in the kitchen. 

Draco had been fidgety the whole day, and I was starting to get anxious. I became even more suspicious when Hermione and Ginny kept me inside for an hour after I had arrived, giving me odd jobs while they ran around. 

“What are you all up to?” I questioned, arching a brow at my friends. 

“Don’t be ridiculous y/n,” Hermione huffed, checking out her window for the seventh time in five minutes.

“Darling, can you come out here for a moment?” Draco called, Hermione and Ginny freezing up.

“Sure,” I said, smiling as I made my way over to him. 

My brother and Ron were giving me a weird look, Hermione and Ginny coming to join. I looked from them and back to Draco, confusion clear as I stared at him.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” I huffed, placing my hands on my hips. 

I jumped when something flew down, a banner that appeared as I read the words. My heart lodged in my throat, my breathing coming to a halt.

Will you marry me?

The words repeated as I read them over and over. I couldn’t even look at Draco, shock completely taking over me. The water works came shortly after, my hands coming over my face as I sobbed. I heard Draco’s chuckle as he came closer to me, and I didn’t need to be looking at him to know how big his smile was. 

He took me in his arms, rubbing up and down my back as I cried into his shoulder. My hands went around his middle, clutching on to his shirt for dear life. 

It was like the past 11 years came crashing down. I remember a point in time I didn’t think I’d live to see this day, especially not with Draco. Even after our first kiss, I didn’t think we would last forever. How wrong I was...The love I had for Draco was unmeasurable. My heart belonged to him just as his belonged to me.

“You asked for a ring my love, why are you crying?” Draco smiled, trying to get me to look at him, but I kept my face hidden as I couldn’t stop the flow of tears. 

“I love you, I love you so so much Draco. I love you.” I repeated as I sobbed into his neck.

“Let me put it on for you.” he spoke softly, taking my shaking hand in his as I watched him slip the ring on my left ring finger. 

I let out a watery laugh, staring at the most gorgeous piece of jewelry I had ever seen. Draco pulled my face back to look at him, taking his thumbs to wipe my tears. His smile was so bright I couldn’t help but reciprocate the expression as he brought my hand up to kiss my hand that wore his ring. 

“I take that as a yes then?” he smirked, moving some hair from my face.

I nodded my head, laughing as I hugged him again. Draco lifted me from the ground, twirling us as he did all those years ago when he came back to me after the battle of Hogwarts. He kept me in his arms when he stopped, staring at my lips for a moment before snapping them to my eyes. I took that as an incentive to lean down to tenderly kiss his lips, my hands weaving into his blonde locks. The rest of our family cheering behind us, but all I could focus on was Draco’s lips, and that I would soon be Mrs. Draco Malfoy...

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[themonotonysyndrome]

Guilt Eater

Part 4 of the ‘Successors of the Future’ is here! And yes, I will do my absolute best to squeeze in as much Blazblue reference in this series until I can’t! (I mean, that’s how I got the plot bunny for this series anyway~)

We’re moving the spotlights today to Malleus and Ace and a special guest! I thought it’ll be an interesting shift of perspective and change. Don’t worry, we’ll get right back to the kids in the next oneshot. 

As always, big thank you to @tri3tri for letting us expand her Second Wive AU. Hope you guys enjoy this oneshot. 

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Time tend to leave its mark differently on each species. 

For creatures who only grew stronger with time while their bodies remain near immortal, the passing of time means nothing to the Fair Folks. Time is likened to the ocean; ancient yet full of wonders. 

For Malleus, however, time has not been kind to him. Not since his dear heart and children vanishes. 

Ever since then, there is an unspoken rule among the residents of the Castle of Thorns: the Queen’s family wing is forbidden to everyone but the King.

Even Lilia nod his head to the rule; even he has been walking on eggshells around their King. 

And the years had transformed the Queen’s domain into a catacomb. The rumpled beds, the toys littered in Princess Sherrie’s bedroom, the Queen’s favourite book on her study table - everything is left untouched with layered of dust and cobwebs covering every inch of the surfaces. 

Every evening, the King would stalk the empty halls and bedrooms like a ghost; constantly yearning to feel the memories that embedded on the walls. Once he did his duties as the King and beget the male heir that the court had been pushing, Malleus has been living in regret ever since. 

He should have known that his beautiful wife would attempt to escape during the night of his second wedding. He should have tightened the security not on his concubine, but to the Queen and their Princesses. He should have assured Renata and Sherrie that only their mother holds his heart and that Bellatrix is just a means to an end. 

He should have told them that he loves them. 

Regret and guilt are terrible poisons. It festered under your skin and twist your heart painfully. They plague your mind with ‘what if’s’ and ‘should have’s’ and Malleus have been carrying them ever since that night. 

Tonight, he lost hours inside Renata’s bedroom, just staring at her favourite doll that he bought for her. He still remembers how her eyes lit up and how sweet her smile was when he presented the doll to her; how she was so happy that she clings on him and the doll that day. Deeply amused, he humoured her and carried her in her arms the whole day. Malleus even brought her to his court session, regardless how it broke propriety. 

His every waking moments now drift to MC and their daughters. Where are they? Why couldn’t he find them no matter how many soldiers he dispatched across Twisted Wonderland, no matter how far his magic blanket the lands? Are his daughters healthy, happy? What are they currently doing now? Are they safe? Have they forgotten about him - 

The mirror on the vanity table shattered. Malleus releases the doll in his grip and struggle to calm himself down; his body curl inwards and his breaths erratic. The thought of his wife and children far away and happy from him nearly drove him crazy if it weren’t for Lilia’s quick and careful words of consolation.

“They can’t hide forever, Malleus. Don’t ever give up, you hear me? And once we’ll find them, we’ll make sure her little escape routines are put to a stop. Permanently.”  

Lilia’s words are enough to ground him. For now. 

Malleus failed to assured his wife and daughters his love towards them, failed to show just how deep his convictions towards them are. The moment he finds any threads of their whereabouts, he’ll make sure to rectify that. 

And as the night made way for morning, Malleus forces himself to leave his daughter’s abandoned bedroom to prepare for another long, monotonous day. The only reason why he hasn’t delegate his duties to Lilia was because of his grandmother. His grandmother had come to visit on the eve of his second wedding and stayed when a frantic Silver announced MC and their children’s disappearance. If it weren’t for her, Malleus would’ve burned away his suit and transform into a dragon to search for them. While Lilia organise a search team with Silver and Sebek, his grandmother made sure he understood his duties as King once more. 

That was the first and last time he slept with Bellatrix before his thoughts and desire are consumed with the need to find his family. At that point, neither Lilia nor his grandmother could’ve stop him. 

The castle staffs and guards know to scattered when they see him step out of the Queen’s wing. The moment they heard the door creaked open, the room is empty. 

All but for one individual. 

“Good morning, Father!” 

Malleus stop his track. He tilts his head towards his heir, expressionless. Victor refused to be deterred by his Father’s gloomy aura yet he’s smart enough to carefully approach him. 

The king is stoic on the best days, frightening on his worst. 

“Will you be joining us for breakfast later? I heard from Grandfather Lilia that the kitchen staffs are planning to cook your favourites.” 

“I’ll be taking my meals in my office as usual.” Malleus reply and starts to walk away. 

Victor’s smile drop a little but he pressed on, jogging behind his father. In a rare burst of courage, the Prince grab Malleus’ hand. Surprisingly, Malleus stops walking. He stares at his hand before narrowing his eyes at Victor. 

“W-Would Father like a report of my recent academic progress? My tutors said that I’ve been doing well in my magic classes! O-Oh! I’ve also been diligently keeping up with my etiquette lessons.” Victor stutters out after he immediately let go of his Father’s hand. Feeling like he just committed a grave crime. 

“No need. Your tutors have been sending letters of your progress, daily.” 

“Oh... then would Father be willing to... to train me - ”

“I’m busy. Ask Lilia or any of your tutors.” And with that, Malleus refused to linger any longer, leaving Victor in the empty room. 

Crestfallen, Victor watch his Father go. Knowing that if he bothers him even more, it will just upset him and another storm would loom over the castle for the next few days. His expression immediately morph into a combination of anger and sadness as he stomps away before the staffs could return, not wanting them to see him vulnerable. 

As usual, Victor desperately hopes that one day his Father would finally acknowledge him as a son, not as his Prince. 

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Time tend to leave its mark differently on each species.

For creatures with a set of years as flimsy as a lit candle’s flame, humans are creatures who bear the passing of time with a passionate vigor. Time is likened to fireworks; beautiful, bright but only for a short moment. 

For Ace, however, time is a constant remainder that he had failed his best friend. Being vulnerable in Night Raven College is a sure way to be taken advantage off and Ace is never known as anything but his brutal honestly, mischievous streaks and habits of getting himself (and others) into trouble. 

But when the headmaster announced that he couldn’t find MC anywhere the day after their senior’s graduation, was the moment that he, Deuce and Grim completely lose their composure. Deuce was too shocked to say anything while Ace couldn’t stop screaming alongside Grim. 

She couldn’t have just vanish! People don’t work like that! 

And even if she finally somehow found a way back to her world, she wouldn’t just leave without saying goodbye! 

Ace hated himself as that moment. If only he texted them the night before. Why didn’t he? They usually send stupid texts to one another! If only he kept a closer eye on them. If only she kept Grim close to her. 

For once, the headmaster drop all pretence. For once, his guilt laden answer and heavy sags of his shoulders are genuine. 

MC is gone and he has no idea how or why. But the three of them refused to gave up just like that. Ever since that day, they would do their best to figure out or research about MC’s fate. Jack and Epel, after finding out what happened, did their best to help out too. But days passed without any leads and with heavy hearts, they accepted that their friend is lost to them. 

That was not a good day. 

After Ace and Epel managed to pull Deuce and Jack away from one another (Deuce had completely lost it when the wolf boy reluctantly admit that maybe it was best to stop their research), strangely enough, it was Sebek who finally interjects. 

They need to accept that MC is gone. Even if they could never gain the closure that they desperately want, it’ll be no good to carry this sort of horrible guilt with them forever. With a long sigh, Sebek told them to find peace with it, even if it’s hard. 

Easier said than done. Even now that he’s already an adult and have a son, Ace still couldn’t help but wonder what happened to his friend. He hopes that wherever she is, MC is safe and happy. Anything other than that Ace couldn’t bear to think. 

Ace takes out his phone and checks the calendar app. The anniversary of MC’s disappearance is coming. Usually, Ace would cook MC’s favourite food in honour of her memory and over the years, he has gotten pretty good at it. Good enough that it also becomes his son’s favourite dish. 

Just as Ace was about to put down his phone and get ready to go out for lunch with his older brother, it suddenly rings.  

The name on his phone surprises him. His son rarely calls him ever since he got accepted to Night Raven College. Something about wanting some independence from his old man that Ace retaliates by ruffling his hair because of his boy’s cheekiness. 

Ace press the accept button with a grin, knowing that this is going to be good. “What’s up, kiddo? Finally admit that you miss your old man?” 

He expects a scoff, maybe a reluctant admittance, hell even his son’s rare bout of innocent honesty. What Ace didn’t expect however, is hearing his son’s frightened shriek.

“Dad! You knew a MC/S before right!? Please tell me you know what to do when she went batshit insane!” 

“Whoa, whoa, slow down! What are you talking about? I can barely hear you!” 

Ace impatiently wait while pressing the phone close to his ear as he hear his son rapidly talking to someone, shouting apologies and heavy breaths as if he’s currently running. 

“Oh Sweet Seven, ok, I think we managed to hide from her.” His son panted. “Yeah, so, I might have, uh accidentally threw my food tray all over this girl and she immediately went supernova. We barely managed to dodge her fireballs!” 

Suddenly, Ace felt his heart drop. “Girl? What girl? Night Raven College is an all-boys’ school.” He heard himself reply. Absentmindedly, his mind brought up the memories of his Entrance Ceremony, years ago. Of a girl that looked so lost in her robes as she stood in front of the Mirror of Darkness. 

“Renata MC/S. She’s the only girl that ended up a student here. I remembered that you had a friend with that surname so I thought she might be related.” 

At that moment, Ace choose to believe it. It’s way too coincidental for it not be. A girl that shares his lost best friend’s surname who also just happend to be the only girl to be accepted in Night Raven College? 

But what Ace doesn’t understand is his son’s comment about the girl throwing fireballs. MC doesn’t have magic. So what’s going on? 

“Hmm, I usually gave her some space before I apologised to her. And a little bribery never failed too.” Ace advised, recalling how MC reluctantly accepts the candy that he offered after he upsets her. 

“That’s not a bad idea, Dad! Will report back the result if I’m not scorched to death.” Ace’s son dryly answer. Some rustling noises and hush whispers can be heard through the phone before his kid ended the call. 

Ace is already calling Deuce’s number. He needs to know about this. 

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I hope I managed to did Malleus and Ace justice in writing them! I’ll get better with writing the rest of the boys once their children are introduce. Because Renata needed friends/allies against Malleus after all~ 

Speaking of Victor, I was really nervous when I was writing him. Here, he’s not all haughty because deep down, all he want is some praises and love from a Father who only see him as something to appease his court. Not a son. Hope I managed to portray that properly! 

(Also, the name of Ace’s son and two others will be reveal in the next oneshot)

[llogllady99]

Au revoir

CHARACTERS |  Levi, Erwin, Hange, Mike, Nanaba, Petra, Kuchel

RELATIONSHIPS | Erwin x Levi, Mike x Nanaba, Petra x Hange

GENRE | Reincarnation, Smut, Romance

IV | Alternate Universe- Reincarnation. Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Romance, Smut, Angst and fluff and smut, French Levi, Student Levi, Writer Erwin, Light angst, Alternate Universe - Coffee shops.

Summary | “Puis-je vous aider ?” That voice, the familiar voice. It rang through his head and brought back memories of the man he had tried to find for so long. He lifted his gaze and was met with the sight of no one other than Levi freaking Ackerman, cleaning a cup, completely oblivious to him.“

Levi.” 

Erwin and Levi meet again in the modern world.Series

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Levi will never admit to anyone that he thoroughly enjoyed reading romance novels. Yes, they were a bit too cheesy for his liking and maybe some of the passage were kind of forced, but the way they made his stomach drop and heart flutter was enough to keep him buying one novel after another. His first novel of such kind was: Madame Bovary, a book which he stole when his mother was away at work. At the green age of 12 Levi hid in the house’s library, right behind the couch and began absorbing the words hungrily, gaping and gasping in shock whenever Emma’s affair with Rodolphe or Leon would appear in the book. He didn’t necessarily enjoy the story as it was quite bland compared to the romcoms he and his mother would watch on Sundays, but was instead mesmerised by the rose scented perfume that lingered among the pages, a phenomenon which he didn’t encounter in other books because, as his mother told him later, Madame Bovary had been a vessel for Kuchel to deliver her love letters to the post office back when she was younger.

Coincidently, Levi was now holding the same book, enjoying it with a little more fervour and fascination as he himself, in his twenty-one years of life, had experienced some form or pretence of love at some point with maybe two or three of his lovers. Wetting his finger he turned the page and finished what was left of the chapter he was currently reading. He let the book down and stared out the window of the train he was embarked on in other to return to his childhood home: Marseille, France.

Levi remembered his past life. This life had treated him extremely kindly, almost as if the universe was apologising for the hell it put him through the last one. He was born and raised in the countryside, his childhood being characterised by stealing from vineyards, scraped knees, and dirty faces, a fun and ideal childhood. His mother, although having gone through a divorce when he was small, was now well and alive, indulging herself with a quality lifestyle and relaxing hobbies; his home forever full of jamon, quality wine, fresh sea food, and oil paintings in easels  adjourning his hilltop village house’s balcony crowded with red boungainvillea. He had met Hange and Petra in the same village at the sea on a hot summer’s day, introducing himself brusquely, startling the girls, who lacked even an inch of recognition for him in their eyes. Levi quickly realised that not everyone remembered their past life and as such he should keep quiet. Nonetheless, the three quickly became inseparable, their bond not destroyed but only slightly deterred when him and Hange left for university, leaving Petra back home alone. Levi had left to study architecture at the university of Sorbonne and Hange to England to study Medicine at the Imperial College of London, surprising both herself and her friends when she had only applied at the university on a whim not even half expecting to get accepted, but she was the smartest person he knew and if anyone deserved it then it would undoubtedly be her.

Apart from them, Levi had not encountered anyone else from his past life, and by anyone else he only meant Erwin, his blonde, tall, and handsome commander. It was a disappointment that after so much time he still hadn’t managed to meet him, one which left him with an enormous hole in his stomach that would only get bigger every time he allowed himself to think about his past lover. He eventually lost hope and stopped looking for him all together. He had not told Hange and Petra about him however, instead choosing to keep his existence and unsuccessful search all to himself. After all, it is simply expression that gives reality to things. Never mind the fact that he would sound batshit crazy, but if he would have opened his mouth and openly voice the fact that he had not found him yet, then there would have been chances of not meeting him at all. He was still clinging to a thin thread of hope that Erwin will keep his promise of them reuniting again eventually.

At once, the train pulled in Marseille’s train station with a deafening horn, its locomotive letting out clouds of white vapour that swirled fast up in the azure sky, and announced its passengers that they have reached their destination. Levi stepped on the platform, and dragging his black suitcase behind him, he inhaled the fresh country air as a warm feeling came over him. He had arrived home.

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On the other side of the globe, free lance writer Erwin Smith was packing his suitcase hurriedly, throwing clothes chaotically in his suitcase. He was terribly late for his flight.

Summer always turned unbearably hot in Miami, the dry heat and the omnipresent smell of sweat managing to deeply irritate Erwin. That had been his initial plan for the summer: change shirt after shirt as he walked the road from his apartment, a small 2 bedroom space that lacked air conditioners and that would turn into a literal oven during the hotter months of the year, and his publisher. Therefore, when Mike and Nanaba invited him to celebrate together their anniversary in Marseille, France, he didn’t hesitate to agree, he actually did with so much desperation that he worried even himself. He had quickly called his publisher making up some shitty excuse to extend his deadline, spattering something about how the sweet mediterranean breeze will to wonders to his inspiration. He lied, and quite horribly so, he had finished the chapter he was due but hadn’t edited it yet, a chore which he assigned himself for when he would return. Quickly closing his suitcase and praying that he didn’t leave everything behind, he ran out the apartment and waved his arm frantically in the direction of a cab that happened to be passing by.

Erwin also happened remembered his past life, something he cursed and treasured at the same time. He treasured the memory of Levi but cursed whenever he would wake up in the middle of the night covered in sweat screaming as he felt the phantom pain from when he lost him arm, something that had somehow followed him into this life also. Just like Levi, Erwin also learned that not everyone remembered their past life. His first such experience had been when he woke up screaming when he was small due to a very unpleasant memory, one filled with titans, blood and the death of his comrades. His father had come to comfort him but dismissed everything as just a nightmare that sprouted from Erwin’s wild imagination. At the age of 16 he started writing everything he remembered before being reincarnated and then at the age of 24 after graduating from university he published a book retelling his story. Society, just like his father, quickly dismissed it under the false and shallow pretension of fiction. Erwin didn’t mind, and at an interview when he was asked what had inspired him to write such a masterpiece, he simple answered: “It’s as if I’ve lived this life before”. In retrospect, a bold statement, but one that had triggered incredulous looks and nervous laughs. It didn’t matter, as long as he was the one that knew the truth.

At the airport, he was met with a very angry Nanaba, that proceeded to punch him in the shoulder as soon as she spotted him coming through the automatic sliding doors, dressed with cargo short pants, white t-shirt and one of those hawaiian shirts, espadrilles not missing from completing his outfit. He apologised and shook Mike’s hand, that came up from Nanaba, trying to calm his petite lover from ending Erwin’s life then and there. His friends, like everyone else he had become acquainted with in this life, did not remember their past lives. They had met in college when he tried to hit on Nanaba and earned himself a punch from Mike, who apologised shortly after and bought him a drink.

“You are well aware we’re going to France, right?” Mike eyed his outfit, and scrunched his nose in something close but not quite to disgust.

“The eccentric writer facade ain’t holding up anymore, you seriously need to change outfits.” Nanaba also joined in.

“I was up writing, thence the messy outfit. I do actually have fancy clothes packed.” Erwin retorted, trying to save himself from their scrutinising gazes.

“Good, because I want to enjoy some of those pretentious wines they’re so famous from at one of those expensive terraces that overlook the sea without wanting to crawl under the table from being seen with a hobo like you. Now come on, plane’s not waiting for anyone.” Nanaba flipped him off, her way of reprimanding him.

“Au revoir America, bien venue France!” Erwin exclaimed, mixing french with english.

“How much did it take to learn those?” Mike asked, amused.

“Only 3 thorough Duolingo lessons, of course.”

-

Levi pushed the door of the little vintage cafe open and was immediately met with the sight of Hange engaging in quite a heated make-out session with Petra. His arrival at home yesterday was met with nothing more than pure joy, as he was bombarded by his mother’s kisses as soon as he walked into the house. They spent a quiet evening on the balcony, enjoying some tea and simply talking the evening away. It felt good to return, he missed the salted air, the chilly breeze, the pink flowers and green bushes, and the exquisite view of the mediterranean sea. Later, when the mosquitoes had started to annoy them, Levi and Kuchel retired back inside the living room, where he was urged by her to play her favourite piece on the piano that had dust on it from never being used anymore. Upon the arrival of the next day, Levi headed to Petra’s cafe, a small vintage shop, which she had opened up quite recently after successfully raising the funds necessary. It was right in the middle of the hill, its glass windows giving a clear view of the stony road and orange coloured walls and roads of the city.

“You guys should get a room, it’s gross.” He said, not one bit of disgust lacing his words. He truly was happy to see his friends again.

“Levi!!!!!” Hange squealed and broke away from Petra, practically jumping over the counter before she threw herself in his arms, hugging him tightly. Petra’s behaviour was hardly any different, surging on the other two and tumbling all three of them down to the floor. They stayed like that for a few minutes until the first customer of the day arrived with an awkward cough to get their attention. For the rest of the day, they chatted quietly, each with a cup of special Petra coffee in their hands, reminiscing about old childhood memories and the things they did while they were apart. Hange had successfully landed an internship at a renowned research company back in London and Petra bought her first place, somewhere they would surely go after she closed the cafe.

“So how’s it going for you Levi? You seeing anyone?” Hange interrupted a peaceful silence then took another sip of her coffee, eyeing him curiously.

“Well, no not really. I guess I’m still waiting for the right person.” Levi replied, his mind drifting off involuntarily to Erwin.

“That’s a pity, tell him Petra!”

“I guess so.” The strawberry blonde sighed, scrubbing the counter. She looked troubled, stressed if Levi knew any better.

“Everything all right?” He asked, hoping she would tell him what was bothering her.

“Theoretically yes, the cafe’s been growing in popularity and the number of costumers has increased exponentially and it has become harder and harder for me to keep up. It’s afternoon and I’m already exhausted.”

“Hire someone to help you.” He offered.

“I would have, I even put up a sign a while ago asking for help, but it’s summer and you know how it is. Everyone would rather bathe than work.” Petra leaned on the counter, huffing exhausted.

“You know, Hange and I could help you if you’d like, until the summer’s end and till you find someone.” Levi scooted over closer to Petra and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Sure! There is nothing we’d rather do, Pet.” Hange joined in, assuring her girlfriend.

“You guys, thank you.” Petra smiled brightly, exhaling in relief.

-

Their first day in Marseille had been spent at the beach until they were all fried. Well, Erwin had managed to get a nice tan, save for the red slight burns on his shoulders, those didn’t count. Nanaba had made sure to use sunscreen, but with her pale skin tone, she had turned into a lobster by mid afternoon. Deciding that it was enough sun for today, the three settled on exploring the city, in particular the ports, where smell of fresh caught fish would imbue their noses, the hill village, the sights recommended on the internet, like the colourful Noailles Market, Musée des Civilisatons de l’Europe et de la Méditerranée, and following a maniacal Nanaba that sprinted through every shop in La Panier.

As six o’clock came by, hunger made its presence known in their stomachs, they started searching for a restaurant. With an immense amount of luck and without too much time spent looking, the three had found themselves in Restaurant Peron, escorted to a four persons table right next to the clear glass that provided them with an extraordinary view of the sea, admiring the calm relentless waves and snow white moon that reflected itself on the clear water. When the waiter came, Erwin ordered, putting on his best french accent.

“Un Ricard, s’il vous plait.” He managed to make a fool out of himself, sounding exactly like an ignorant American. Un Ricard was an alcoholic beverage made with aniseed and spice that turns an enticing shade of yellow once water is added, a local must try. Nanaba ordered herself an Aperol sprits and Mike a whiskey on the rocks. The waiter bowed and went to get their drinks. While they waited the three engaged in casual conversation, their voices accompanied by the low murmur of the sea and other people’s conversation.

“I believe this has been quite a successful weekend, don’t you think, honey?” Nanaba asked Mike, leaning her face on her hands.

“Indeed. Happy 5th Anniversary, Nanaba!” Mike kissed her cheek tenderly. Erwin watched the display with nothing more than pure envy. It wasn’t fair that they had found each other despite not knowing their past life, it was utterly infuriating and it made Erwin seethe with anger and frustration, both emotions directed more at himself because he had not found him yet, Levi, his lover, his everything.

“Excuse me, monsieur. I brought the drinks.” The waiter interrupted them, making Erwin forever grateful as he was not sure how much more he could bare. He bowed and retrated, leaving them to enjoy their drinks. The Ricard Pastis Erwin had ordered had a creamy texture and yellow colour, bringing the glass to his lips, he tasted it, immediately scrunching up his nose from how strong it was. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to it, god knows his college years hard served for so much, so many nights spent drowning vodka and absinth bottles, he just hadn’t expected it to be so strong, he thought it would be like Nanaba’s Aperol, slightly bitter and sweet. Mike was sipping slowly on his whiskey and asked:

“Any plans for tomorrow?”

“How about we stick to just visiting the town, my skin can’t take any more sun.” Nanaba proposed, hinting to her burnt shoulders that were covered with a very nice white blouse. Mike and Erwin both agreed.

-

Levi fumbled with the speakers’ wire trying to get them to connect with his phone. It was his first shift today together with Petra, Hange will come later tonight to take his place, something completely unnecessary as he would stay anyway. It was his turn to choose the playlist and he resorted to a simple jazz playlist that would blend in nicely in the background acting as white noise. Once that was settled, he wrapped around himself the black apron with the shop’s logo on it and went up to the counter, patiently waiting for the first costumer.

-

Their second day in Marseille was spent indulging in even more sightseeing. Nanaba woke them up at the crack of dawn, excited and completely oblivious to Mike’s and Erwin’s sower moods, dragging them with her to their first destination: Basilique Notre-Dame de la Garde. Located in a breathtaking hilltop, this spectacular church is the most important landmark in Marseilles. The site was used in ancient times as an observation point, and during the Middle Ages, was the location of a pilgrimage chapel. Erwin enjoyed the renaissance architecture, admiring the big hemispherical dome with a big golden cross on top of it, the golden statuette of what he reckoned was Virgin Mary, the symmetrical high arches, and smaller, little angel statues. It was truly a sight to behold. Their next destination was also a historical landmark: Abbaye Saint-Victor, a house of worship once belonged to an abbey founded in the 5th century. The abbey's basilica is one of the oldest buildings in Marseilles that is still intact, with foundations dating back to Early Christian and Carolingian times. With its crenellated walls and towers, the foreboding exterior has the feel of a medieval fortress. Inside, the basilica reveals a simple and somber design, which gives it a special aura. The crypt houses sarcophagi of the 4th and 5th centuries, as well as the 11th-century tombstone of Abbot Isarnus. It fascinated Erwin immensely, so much so that he filled his gallery with the amount of selfies and normal pictures he took.

He lied when he said he would find his inspiration here, but he was not so sure that it was true. The city’s architecture and overall way of being, from the local’s lifestyle, to its history and vibe, Erwin was sure to use all of this while working on his new book. Wether he would add a spin off in the book, or make references and parallels to everything he saw here.

It was now mid-afternoon and Erwin was exhausted, the sun constantly warming his head had not done a great job of comforting him in the slightest. They were now in Le Panier again, Nanaba having decided that she did not see all of it the day before and that it was absolutely mandatory they go again. Not wanting to be a burden, although he would have much rather gone to his room, Erwin agreed and set on following closely the two before him who were very much engrossed in their own little world. The old town, like any other part of Marseille they had visited, was also magnificent, with its romanesque architecture, houses that were colourful and joined together, and paved streets. It also housed a lot of shade, making him able to cool down and gather up whatever strength he had left.

The thirst he had tried to ignore for the better part of the day had become unbearable, his throat dry like a desert. As such, Erwin made it his mission to find some place from where he could purchase a water bottle. They passed by jewellery stores and artisan themed shops, displaying their handmade products, like dresses with weird designs from cottons, crystals, wooden scultpures, etc. Finally, in a corner, they had found a small cafe: Haricots vapeur de Petra. Quite a long name for a cafe but who was he to judge. He asked Nanaba and Mike if they wanted to join him but they quickly refused, instead choosing to go ahead. Erwin announced them that they will be seeing each other at the hotel before dinner. That way he could spare a few hours relaxing at the small tables placed outside the cafe, enjoying whatever drinks they were serving. He pushed the front door open and was immediately assaulted by the scent of fresh brewed coffee. The cafe was very nice, inside was quite chilly as there was the air conditioner blowing. Its walls were made of brick, from them hanging several plants, portraits, and drawings of people having coffee and the like. It had small circular tables with purple plush chairs that contrasted perfect to the black counter that housed pastries of all kinds: croissants (of course), pains au chocolate, cinnamon rolls, and macarons of all kinds of colours. It was just like an ordinary American cafe.

“Puis-je vous aider ?” That voice, the familiar voice. It rang through his head and brought back memories of the man he had tried to find for so long. He lifted his gaze and was met with the sight of no one other than Levi freaking Ackerman, cleaning a cup, completely oblivious to him.

“Levi."

-

“Levi.”

That voice. It couldn’t be could it? Levi refused to look up, he was imagining things, it was because of the song, the song he played the man a life time ago. We’ll meet again was playing through the cafe’s speakers, it was only natural he would be thinking back to when he visited Erwin’s grave one last time. With his hands now shaking he continued to clean the glass even more frantically, wiping away inexistent water, droplets he imagined were still there.

“Levi, is that you?” Once would be considered a coincidence, but twice? Finally, the raven haired boy looked up, only to have his breath stuck in his throat. Right in front of him was Erwin freaking Smith, the man he loves even to this day, the time spent together and the promises still so fresh in his mind. Erwin had kept his promise, he found Levi.

“Erwin.” Levi croaked, overwhelmed by emotions. He ran around the counter, stopping for a moment in front of his lover to look at him again. Erwin was exactly the same, except for an almost unnoticeable tan, his hair was now sitting comfortably on his forehead, instead of being styled back with gel. Levi jumped into his arms, wrapping his legs around the other's waist so tight, afraid to let go as he might disappear, proving only to be a figment of his imagination. He buried his face into Erwin's neck, inhaling the scent of cologne, sweat, and sunscreen. His lover snaked his hands around his waist and held him tightly, in the same desperate manner. Pulling away, Levi looked into his eyes again, relieved to see the same warm sapphire blue orbs staring right back at him. They were whole again, together again. Unable to hide his excitement anymore, the raven brought their lips together in a kiss, one in which they poured all of their emotions, the longing, love, and relief they had for one another were all present.

“Tu m’as trouvé!” Levi pulled back, out of breath.

“English please.” Erwin chuckled, running a hand through his hair, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his year before putting him down. Levi looked at him in confusion. If Erwin didn’t know french then that meant…

“We should perhaps talk. Wait here for a moment please.” He told him, pulling his hand away from where it was intertwined with the other’s. Taking a step back, he began untying his apron, then turned on his feet to head to the back where Petra was, baking pastries probably.

“Petra, can you cover for me? Something came up. Hange should be here soon, I hope you don’t mind.” At the sound of his voice, Petra turned around just as she was leaning down to grab the tray with freshly baked pastries from the oven. She searched his face, noticing the look of bewilderment, and made to grab his arm in comfort. Levi pulled away.

“I’ll tell you later, but please let me go!” Levi all but begged, making Petra shake her head with wide eyes as she still didn’t understand what was going on.

“Call me if anything happens.” She demanded. Levi thanked her then bolted out back to the front of the cafe where Erwin was waiting awkwardly in the door, never actually having left the spot. As soon as the blonde spotted him, he offered the other the usual warm smile.

“Why don’t you speak french, Erwin.” Levi asked him and gestured for the other to follow him out the cafe. Once outside they started walking on the direction of Levi’s house, unbeknownst yet to Erwin.

“I’m actually a tourist.” Erwin murmured, understanding finally the graveness of their situation.

“Where are you from then?” Levi croaked, his disappointment taking the best of him.

“USA, came here on vacation with some friends.”

“Américain.” Levi spat, his frustration finally showing. “How are we going to make it work Erwin?”

“I don’t know Levi, I believe that’s a problem for another time. I’m here for another week, let’s enjoy ourselves shall we?” Erwin took his hand and kissed it in an assuring manner, smiling again.

“Okay.”

And enjoy themselves they did. Making sure that Kuchel was out, Levi brought Erwin to his house, taking him through every room while he talked about his childhood, his vocabulary limited because his english wasn’t very good. Fortunately, Erwin was patient and didn’t push him, instead helped him by filling in the gaps with google translate or by using his own words when he understood the direction the story was headed in. At some point, they stumbled upon the piano and the blonde urged him to play it, Levi complying not only by second nature, thinking involuntarily to their time on their battlefield, but also by desire, pouring his heart and soul into each and every key he pressed, eliciting sounds that would later formed the master piece named Canon in D major. Erwin listened intently, absorbing every sound Levi produced, his gaze focused solely and completely on him. His lover playing the piano was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. The onyx black hair hung loosely in the air as Levi played, his brows furrowing in concentration, and shoulders tensing when he lifted each hand over the keyboard.

As the song came to an end, unable to hold himself back anymore, Erwin scooped Levi up in his arms and brought him to the couch, the other straddling his waist. It was all too much, the smell of Levi, the feel of Levi, the smooth alabaster skin, silky hair, minty breath, and citrus smelling musk. Levi, Levi, Levi. Erwin brought their lips together in a heated kiss, introducing his tongue shortly after, probing the entrance then entering fully. For a while, that was all they did. They kissed like teenagers, running their hands through each other’s bodies, remapping and rediscovering them. Slowly, Levi became more demanding and started to undo Erwin’s shirt, pulling it down his shoulders and caressed his hand over his chest, playing with the curly strands of blond hair that lined it, although scarce. He then kissed his neck and clavicle. All the while, Erwin had been undressing Levi, his fingers now at his entrance, working slowly but steadily their way in. In his arms, the raven writhed, low moans filling the room.

Done with the stretching, Erwin positioned himself at the other’s entrance, entering him slowly as to not hurt him. Once he was fully seated, he waited for Levi’s signal to move, a slow nod in the pit of his neck shortly after. Their rhythm was slow at first, an occasion to feel each other out, but as their moans got louder in volume, the pace, inevitably increased, turning the love making session into something more rushed and more carnal. They had all week ahead of them, they had plenty of time for slow and passionate love later. After a few more minutes each of them reached their climax, Levi first by tensing all of the sudden, his mouth open in a silent scream, then Erwin shortly after with a low groan. The smaller of the two slumped his forehead against the other’s chest and tried to recover, his panting waning.

“I love you.” Erwin brought his lover’s head up and looked him straight in the eye. Levi replied with a lop-sided me too before retaking his position in the crook of his neck, where he shortly passed out, the physical and emotional effort from the day finally taking their toll on his petite frame.

For the rest of the week, Levi showed Erwin the rest of Marseille, taking him sailing with Petra and Hange, snorkelling in the turquoise water, dining in other less famous restaurants that harboured a magnificent view nonetheless, and hiking. Levi also got to meet Nanaba and Mike, a meeting that was awkward at first but then turned casual as the chemistry they had in their past life never had quite gone away. It was now their last day, and they both chose to organise a brunch on a boat Erwin offered to rent. It had started out great, the interactions between the rest of the group going smoothly, but as night inched closer, Levi grew significantly more and more upset. The reason, revealed to him that night when they were alone, tucked in bed together, was none other than Erwin’s departure. It was time to say goodbye, their short week of heaven brought to an end by force of circumstance, a tragic end to an equally beautiful story. A soulmate who was not meant to be, at least not in this lifetime. They could try a long distance relationship, but that was inconvenient for both of them, they would soon fall apart, each having to take care of their lives. Levi had to work towards a degree and Erwin towards finishing a new book.

“Don’t go.” Levi suddenly croaked, turning towards him and taking his hands, kissing each of their knuckles. “I don’t want you leaving me again.”

Erwin turned his head away in thought. He was a writer, he could basically work from anywhere. In Paris he was sure to find a good publisher, working while also living with Levi in his apartment. If he put in a little effort he might manage it. But what about Nanaba and Mike? Would they understand? Would they still maintain their bond? Is he willing to give everything up for Levi? Erwin furrowed his brows, concentrating and thinking even more. Of course, he would go to the end of the earth for Levi, would rip his heart out of his chest and give it to him. Therefore, he voiced the only obvious answer for his lover’s request:

“I’ll stay.”

-

At the airport the next day Erwin hugged Levi and kissed him on the cheek, bidding his goodbye to his lover. After accepting to stay, they both decided that it would be best for Erwin to return to the states to get his affairs into order and when he would be finished he would return back to France and start his new life with Levi. So, with a waving hand, Erwin fell into step with Nanaba and Mike, who were waiting in line to board the plane. Levi smiled his way and said:

“Au revoir, Erwin Smith.”

[girlfriendofwinchesters]

imagine dating and marrying Snape (without Dark Lord, without Voldermort)

The first time I write on tumblr

It was just some that I had in my head that I had to relieve and I'm sorry if I wrote a lot

when she saved him from a joke in the transfiguration class after they went in pairs for homework (you don't like it either), making James, Sirius and Peter detained.

You were dressed that you were in love when he defended you from Lily, after you cast a spell on James and the two were already dating

He dreamed he was in love, when in the midst of all he defended him against Sirius and James

The first kiss happened when you were in the astronomy tower, followed by the first sentence:

- Sev, do you still like Lily? - I don't know, I'm not sure, but I still feel a little strength for her! - You should start trying to like someone else! - I wanted it to be easy, but it's just me! - I interested in you, you are my type! - Such that? You are beautiful, intelligent, more sociable than me, even Sirius has already given up on you! - I don't know, I don't know if I fell in love with my best antisocial friend, emo, big nose, and according to him he was ugly! - What? - Hey? - Do You like me! - Specifically, I love you Severus! - I love you too, S / N.

The first time they had a relationship was in the Slytherin dorm, it was Christmas and you knew that Snape was sleeping alone in the dorm and you ask if he could and he says that taking you to your room, he was clinging and getting hands silly

You met his mother last year at King Cross station, you two got along really well

- Y / N, this is my mother, Eillen Snape! - Nice to meet you, Snape talks a lot about you! - Nice to meet you, Snape also talked a lot about you, but did not say that you were so beautiful! - Thank you too! - It seems that the two of you are doing very well together!

He only made an official dating request when you graduated from Hogwarts:

- Y / N, you know very well that when we get off the train, we may never see each other again. - No! I will never let you demand 10 owls for you! - Yes, I know, but diverting done this before. Wants to date me? Officially? - Yes right! Just the end of the world to end what I feel for you! - You are the best thing that happened in my life!

you were insecure about Snape with feelings for Lily

But her insecurity when you realized that Snape wasn’t looking at her anymore

And also the way he loved you, seemed to be stronger than anything

Snape understood that Lilian was now his past and what he felt for her was nothing compared to what he felt for you

His life was changing with you around, he was no longer a teenager, he was sure he wanted you on his side

You got a job in one of the stores in Beco Diagonal, while Snape worked as a potion preparer

you can if you can, after the father's death you stay longer at home, he still preferred to live with his mother

Choose a proposal to teach at Hogwarts, but do not accept it because you did not have patience with children

he asked you to marry the two of you on a walk:

- honey, I was thinking about taking a new step in our relationship. - Hmm, what are you thinking? - Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me, so that we can be together? - Sev, this is what I want, I love you! - I love you, sweetie!

you marry a small officer with your close relatives and friends

a honeymoon was in Paris

you moved to an apartment in London completely different from edging street, it was a dark airy style more airy

you had never talked about children, you thought it was too early to think about having a baby, but that doesn't mean you didn't walk around the house it seemed like the desire had increased after the wedding

you were established, he was at the top level of a porter and you opened your own magic store for the students, they earned very well

you or maybe you just passed Eillen's new house that she had moved to see how she was doing.

you were beginning to have the idea of ​​being a mother, of having a baby in your arms, but that was a sign.

with nausea in the morning, nauseated by Snape's perfume, slightly dizzy and you don't remember your last period, you can only be pregnant, you are going to have a test. It was just positive, you were very nervous, you had never spoken to Snape about children, and you knew he was afraid to pull his father. After dinner, you decided to tell:

- Love, your food is wonderful! - Thank you dear! I need to tell you something, this is going to change a lot! - What there was? - Snape, I'm expecting a baby! - Is he sure? - Am I right! I took a test when I went to work! - So I'm going to be a father, now I'm the happiest man in the world! - This baby is the fruit of our love! - Yes, but if I stop like Tobias? - Sev, you never were and will look like him, you are different from him!

- But how ? I thought you took all the contraceptive portions after our relationship.

- If I'm wrong, it was when we went out to celebrate the store's new business, we drank and had sex on the living room rug!

- It's not my fault that that whiskey made me believe that you were better than usual!

Snape has taken extra care of you now that he is expecting your child, he managed to stay with you in the store and in the details of the layette and the bedroom

A girl, you were pregnant with a Snape girl, Snape was completely happy, he was like that whenever you felt or laid him down and spoke to the baby:- Hi my little girl, how are you? Dad is so eager to see your face !It would be Eileen S / N Snape, the name of his little girl, with the passing of the months in Severo's care only came up, did almost nothing, he proposed to do everything to do.On delivery it was quiet, except for the perfect options. It was planned for the beginning of spring, with husband that you have everything happened smoothly Regarding baby care, you share your duties, you planned to stay up all night. he loved the baby very much, he simply played and dedicated the little girl, he was definitely different from his father. Eileen had just turned one year old, when she woke up sick with Eileen and Snape by her side, when Severus saw you heard you were pregnant you two expected to have two babies at the same time, but still the happiness had come to your home and stayed.

- I do not believe, we will have another child! - We are faster than we think, we are breeding like rabbits!

The second pregnancy was calm, a little more agitated by having another baby to take care of, but nothing to worry about. her house hers was full of toys and more colorful, Eileen was three years old, she was already manipulating magic needed care and Sebastian with two the routine was during the week taking care of the children, tidying up the mess, working and taking a few minutes to date, at the end of the week it was about walking or visiting grandma Eillen or her family after a trip in left the children with their parents, the result was no different, you were pregnant again. and for the third time I was experiencing nausea and dizziness, but Snape always had a portion near by You considered that Rowena would be the last of three siblings, your family had grown fast considering for people who never thought about having children Only five years later, Wade was born, now it was definitely the last with four children all witches, Eillen was eight years old and only had a few years to go to Hogwarts, Sebastian was seven, he was a badass, Rowena was five too and Wade only needed to worry about a few

- Dad, how is Hogwarts? - It's a wonderful place, that's where I met your mother. - Swear? - Yes, I remember how it was today, our first kiss was in the astronomy tower. - Go on, please, Daddy!                                                                                   

It was Eileen's year to go to Hogwarts, everyone was anxious, the six of them went to take the girl to the station

- Bye mom! Bye dad! Bye, Sebastian, Rowena and Wade!

- Take care, we will send you letters and sweets you like! - Thank you, I love you! - I'll be happy if you enter Slytherin ... - Severus Snape! - Or any other house. - I want to go now. - Sebastian, you know your year is going to be next year. - Me either! - Rowena in a few years.

Eileen joining Slytherin, Snape was so happy, he was not so happy because he knew that the sounds of Potter and Black would study together with his daughter.Eileen proved to be good in equal portions of her father.In the following, it was Sebastian's year to everyone's surprise or not, he went to Gryffindor. Snape had a small heart attack when he heard.In the third year, Snape almost died when he learned that Eileen was seeing James' son Harry.

- So Eileen, does anyone call you on your first trip to Hogmeads? - Yes, Mom, it was cool. - Who? - Harry Potter  - WHAT?

Sebastian joins the Quidditch team as the top scorer in the second.

Rowena went to Ravenclaw, she was simply one of the smartest of her year.

Wade went to Hufflepuff, he became a monitor

Your children less at home, making you proud. You could be older but you still felt tension and desire for each other.

You two were with your family formed, you were happy.