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crazyfreckledginger · 5 years

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Mikhail Jirov x Reader - “Your First Kiss With Mikhail Would Include...”

Requested by @bright-like-the-sun-00: “Hi! I wanted to request a sirius the jaeger headcanon. With mikhail x reader. What would the first kiss be with him? Where would it take place? When did it happend? Thank you if you reading this and wants to write it. 🙂"

A/N: Hope you like it!

You were one of Yuily’s closest friends, which is how you met Mikhail, through his brother.

Immediately, you found him devilishly attractive and he was really really sweet to you.

You spent more time with him when you worried about Yuily when he wouldn’t voice his problems, even though you were closer, you knew that Mikhail could read him like an open book and maybe some of his insight might help you aid your friend.

Over time, you both grew really close where he grew comfortable enough to tease you incessantly.

At that point, you were as close as friends as you were with Yuily.

He didn’t seem to mind though.

Mikhail would tease you about other people eyeing you or when you were shy around others, like you had a crush.

But you only had a crush on him and the way he was trying to set you up to see you happy with someone else only gave you the illusion that he didn’t deserve you, he really did have feelings for you.

At one point, his brother saw the sad look he had when you seemed to be having a good time with someone Mikhail brought close to you and Yuily just had to do something about it.

He used how close you were to him to his advantage.

Yuily understood that his brother had multiple reasons for doing what he did, including that Mikhail deserved the suffering for what he’s done, you deserve to be happy and that wouldn’t have been with him and, well, you’re really close to his brother and he wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he did something that would drive you away from him.

Mikhail slowly became more distant from you, whether or not you went on dates.

One day, you confronted him about it in his room, where he had nowhere to go.

He admitted everything, he felt so guilty for revealing his feelings because he didn’t want to confuse you or make things complicated but he couldn’t stop his long confession.

When he finished and there was a long pause, his breathing caught in his throat and he apologised profusely, being hard on himself and stating how selfish what he just said was and asking you to forget it.

You grasped his arm when he started walking out … of his own room.

Sitting him down and grasping his jaw because he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

The look in his eyes was so heartbreaking, you didn’t find the words to speak up so you just pressed your lips against his.

His arms slid around your waist and he pulled you closer to make you straddle him more comfortably.

Your end of the kiss is soft and sweet, his end is hungry and desperate, like it was the only thing that could make him breathe.

Mikhail’s grip on you was tight as he kept you against his chest, needily making out with you as your fingers ran through his hair.

When you pulled away, you hugged him tightly and you both went over your feelings and how this was going to work out.

The rest of the night was spent cuddling on his bed, kissing and whispering to each other.

Yuily smiled widely when he accidentally went into his brother’s bedroom, thinking he was up and wouldn’t mind if he came in to take something he forgot in the room.

The same small smile graced his features for the next few hours, the image of the both of you cuddling each other engraved in his brain.

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yeager-zoe · 3 years

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Anime Headcanons!!!

Hi, I'm Katelyn.

I'm not the best at writing but I'm planning on making headcanons for you all. Please follow and send me messages for any requests in a certain character or fandom you would like to read about, I'll take as many as possible. I hope you enjoy my future content.

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tenrou-sirius-the-writer · 5 years

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Could you make an scenario where Yuliy meets again an chilhood and first love friend after severals years of the incident in Dogville? Thank you!

Hello! I haven’t answered an ask in a really long time, and I feel super bad about it. Fair warning, my writing style has changed a lot, into something I’m much more proud of.

Pairing: Yuliy x Sirius! Reader

Warnings: none

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Living as a Sirius outside of Dogville hadn’t been a kind transition in the least.

As a young and not-so-naive (at least, not anymore) child, along with the issues of the tragedy in Dogville, you had nothing to turn to. It was a miracle you’d even survived, albeit with an injury that should’ve finished the job. It had always been a source of crippling guilt, feeling like you shouldn’t even be alive and so fortunate when others weren’t.

It was a burden the nice couple that took you in bore wonderfully, surprised when you’d first lashed out at them — it was something stupid, but your eyes glowed their menacing blue, a storm brewing in the irises, teeth sharpening into her Sirius fangs — yet took it in stride. Your pseudo-father wrestled with you whenever the werewolf-typical instinct arose, letting you bite them and scratch at them in good fun. It was more than you’d ever expected.

But. . . it wasn’t enough. Not the same.

You thought you were alone. Why wouldn’t you? After bearing witness of your long-time crush’s older brother, Mikhail, perishing underneath the unmerciful claws of the vampires, and Yuliy disappearing into the cold forest; it was only logical, no matter how utterly depressing and soul crushing it was. You figured out later that it might not have been just a crush, like you’d presumed.

The fateful reunion wasn’t dramatic, or teeth-clenching or scary or anything you’d expected, really. But it was a reunion, and that’s all that mattered, in your eyes.

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You walked absentmindedly through the grocery store, idly pushing a cart that grated against your sensitive ears painfully. It was annoying, but bearable. You glanced back down at the grocery list clenched in your hand, finding it stupid that your roommate sent you to the grocery store, fully aware she was absolutely terrible at navigating it. It was common you’d spend literal hours there, wandering through the aisles.

You were halfway through the list, your roommate showing you mercy with a shorter list than usual.

You swiveled into the aisle you were looking for, filled with boxes of crackers and some cheeses. It was one of the widest, well-liked by the more wealthy citizens and those looking for food that fit celebrations, also to fit the sections of chilled cheeses. The shelves were high, and once you took a few minutes searching for the specific brand of crackers, you found it. A pit of dread appeared in your stomach.

It was on the very top shelf. Way too high for your short stature.

After some rather pathetic jumps and attempts to reach it on your tip-toes (also cursing the fact that being a Sirius didn’t automatically make you tall), you promptly gave up trying to do it by yourself. It was infuriating, and you didn’t want to concede and use your superior strength for something so easily overcame. It was stupid, but you were angry.

Giving up, you tapped the guy next to you on the shoulder.

He looked like he was trying to avoid every other presence in the store, a deadpan expression on his face. You would’ve avoided him, respecting his personal bubble and the resting bitchface that had the potential to turn into something you didn’t want to deal with, if he hadn’t smelled so. . . familiar. It was reflex to take a whiff of the scent of those around you, something you were taught from early age and a part of some specific customs in Dogville she was only supposed to practice with an unknown Sirius, but it was instinctual. The stranger smelled like. . . like pack, and home and everything good.

You raked your eyes over his body. Traditional clothing from your village, that you’d hadn’t seen in so long. A pang of hurt zipped through your chest, and so much hope that it hurt.

The man turned, his face that you couldn’t see before striking your brain with familiarity. A white tuft of hair, the other strands of dark hair pulled back.

“Oh my God,” you said, breathy and unbelieving the impossible situation in front of you. “Yuliy? Is that you?”

A look of shock passed over the features that you’ve hadn’t seen in years, sharper and more handsome than ever.

“(Y/N)?” Yuliy (you were certain, at this point) asked, beginning to breathe heavier. You watched as his nose twitched, sniffing the air and his eyes opened wider. Yuliy froze.

Memories of happier days flashed through your head, tears welling in your eyes as you remembered innocent snowball fights, watching sunsets at the top of houses and huge smiles. The memories were cast with a haze, reminiscent of a very different, missed time. You heart clenched, remembering what you tried so hard to repress, but couldn’t with Yuliy in front of you. You couldn’t believe it, something you’ve always wanted standing in front of you.

Unable to hold yourself back, in your rush of swelling emotions of happiness and the howling cries of joy of the wolf in the back of her head, you rushed and leaped forward, latching onto Yuliy with a death grip. You didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon. For a moment, you feared that maybe this wasn’t Yuliy —maybe you were hallucinating, the anniversary of the attack on your village was in a weeks time — but you banishbed the thought as soon as it arose, sure in yourself. The contact soothed you in ways the closest to you couldn’t even accomplish, a strong feeling of comradery and pack making your lip wobble. You bit your lip, not wanting to show weakness. Then, you realized you didn’t care.

Your emotions crashed together, letting go of them as you began sobbing into Yuliy’s shoulder, letting out all of the pain you’ve felt in his absence. In your village’s absence. Yuliy seemed to be knocked out of his stupor, suddenly feeling his arms wrap around you tightly, squeezing your smaller body to his chest protectively and desperately, dipping his face into your neck to breathe in your comforting scent. As you clutched at his shirt, dirtying it with your own tears, you felt his heavy puffs of breath, assuming he was really trying to keep himself from crying as you were. So many sheer emotions curled their way into you at once, it was completely overwhelming but also welcomed.

“I-I thought you were dead!” You cried, choking on your words a little. You pulled back from the hug a bit, almost regretting it with the way Yuliy’s arms tightened around you in response, attempting to prevent you from getting away. You smiled through your tears, the happiest you’d been in a regretfully long time. “I thought I just left you there t-to die and—”

Yuliy pulled back his head to look at you, the expression on his face making your knees weak. His face showed relief and pure emotion that you couldn’t even begin to decipher. Your hands suddenly felt too empty and cold in his shirt, wanting to feel his skin and confirm that he was actually alive and breathing and okay and you immediately lost any doubts you had in the slew of everything else before you cupped his face in your hands, rubbing your thumb over Yuliy’s cheekbone. It was far too intimate for the public eye, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“How are you alive?” Yuliy asked, a small smile on his face. “Not that I—”

“I know,” you interrupted, dropping your smile. “They attacked and left me for dead, and I should’ve died but I didn’t, somehow and. . . and it was really hard.”

Yuliy frowned, eyebrows furrowing in concern once he spotted the huge scar peeking out from your shirt. His expression shifted once again into anger, this time, and you panicked, quickly beginning to run soothing circles into his skin.

“Hey, I’m fine now, it’s okay.”

“I know, but— I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

A comfortable silence passed over them, contentedly relaxing in the embrace of your best friend (and secret crush) that you hadn’t seen in what felt like a torturous millennia.

You and Yuliy left the grocery store in hand, groceries completely forgotten.

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jaeger-records · 6 years

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As promised, today I’m going to share the whole scenario with you cupcakes ✨ It is Mikhail smut.... I understand if you had enough of my obsession. 🙈 The next thing will be some Yuliy, I promise. Hope you still enjoy it! 😉 Lots of love 💕 Lin

[Mikhail x reader] [smut] [word count: 1.496] Sharp, dangerous teeth nip at the edge of your ear, skillfully sucking your lobe. A delightful moan dances from your lips. Mikhail is excited. He just started and you are already so eager to submit. He rarely feels alive but your luscious smell and the heat radiating from your body sparks something inside him. Lighting up a flame inside which makes his cold blood boil. Pressing closer his lips wander, down the junction of your jaw all the way to your carotid. Lasciviously his tongue circles around your life spot. Rhythmically he feels your pulse throbbing with each vibrant heartbeat of yours. It is paper thin, the wall separating his razor fangs from your claret. You shiver. It is dangerous to fuck with a wolf, but it is even more lethal to do so with a wolf who is a vampire. Ecstasy ignites electricity inside you, your heartbeat exhilarates. Mikhail whines. He wants you so much, your body, your soul and your blood, it makes his mind go haywire. Only a fool would sink his perfect canines into this delicious treat right away. Pierce through silky skin, rest his fangs inside rosy flesh, suck this warm pulsating ambrosia, ravish it till his hunger his satisfied. Just the image of it is enough to make him almost come undone. Almost. Mikhail is an epicure, he wants to save the best for the last. You are not his prey, not his livestock, you are his lover. He wants to savor you as a whole while he makes sweet love to you. Sucking on this sweet spot, he dips you deeper into the mattress. Old metal creaks under his weight. Long slender fingers rub circles on your ribcage. Last clothes join the long discarded pile on the dusty wooden floor. Resting on top of you he takes in your beauty. Just those ghostly touches made you breathe hard. Lashes cast long shadows on your dusty pink cheeks, your eyes are clouded with lust. Your lips are plump and slightly parted, saliva glistening them in a moisty coat. You look like a beautiful phantasm. He reaches out an icy hand, his thumb traces your lower lip like coaxing a wild animal. You should not play with fire. In an instant, your tongue circles his finger, sucking it in deeper and deeper between your glazed lips. Immediately he feels your warmth spreading through his fingertip. You moan and lift your hips rubbing yourself against him. Sweet love, if he would not have been crazy before he would be by now. The beasts inside him start eating on his composure and slowly he feels his self-control crumble away. He takes a deep quivering breath and closes his eyes. The last thing he sees is a cheeky smirk plastered on your face. You devious little thing did this on purpose. When he reopens his eyes you a greeted with a raging blizzard and a feral roar reverberates inside his chest. Ready to mark his territory he licks his lips with anticipation, with hunger. You feel his breath fan against your cheek. You want to roam him, but he grabs your wrists pinning them above your head. For a second you struggle, he tightens his grip, there is a low baritone growl. You stop. It hurts but it is pleasurable pain. He leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down the line of your jaw and your neck. The tip of his nose lingers cold on your burning skin as he reaches your collar bone. Mikhail lets his mouth rest there only for a moment. In a heartbeat his teeth graze your fragile skin. You sigh with bliss. It is close, so close. It takes a lot to restrain himself. Your scent, your warmth, your blood so close. It is a spiral staircase sending him right into madness. Right in this moment all he wants to do is to fuck you and suck you. He is already so hard it hurts. It would be so easy to just take you but the wolf inside his soul reminds him to be gentle. You are his mate, not his victim. You made it clear, a long time ago, that you would be with him, beside him. You gave yourself to him, you trust him, completely and he feeds on that. He moves on, hauntingly passionate. Tongue and fingers mapping you, painting invisible patterns and leaving visible marks. Marks bruising instantly into a beautiful purplish indigo. You chant his name, sweet cries echoing through abandoned walls. Mikhail is thrilled. He released his grip. Hands travel. Bodies connect. You bend and break underneath him, he has not even reached the best spot yet. He takes pride in that. Venturing further, he finds himself engulfed between your legs, inhaling your appetizing scent. Both creatures inside him threaten to break their shackles. His whole body shudders. He grabs your thighs. The touch is rough and nails dig deep inside your delicate flesh. Mikhail leans close, strands of his wild untamed mane tickle your leg. The look in his eyes is wild. The raging blizzard turned into a dark storm. Danger radiates from the core of his being. His fangs are half exposed. You feel vulnerable but your need sets you ablaze. You squirm. His hold is merciless. His nails delve deeper, tiny droplets start seeping out. Mikhail’s reason is almost rendered to nothing. His whole body tingles, he is aroused, needy and thirsty. It is a thirst that cannot be quenched by your blood alone, he knows that. He wants you as a whole. Mikhail wants to gorge himself on you. Drink your pleasure, feel you close, connecting to you like he was your shadow. A devilish tongue fondles those small cuts. The burning sensation makes you whistle between your teeth. A guttural sound escapes his throat. Mikhail did not know he could be even more euphoric, but the sweet hazy sensation unraveling in the pit of his stomach tells him otherwise. Shifting, he positions himself in front of your entrance. The picture you paint is a feast for his eyes. Cheeks feathered crimson, shimmering beads coating your lashes, body covered in a thin sheet of sweat. He drips white. He sheathes himself inside you. You cry, solely for him. You are tight and hot. The friction is causing his breathing to become ragged. You wither underneath his touch. He growls and moans. Barely clinging to sanity, your screams lull him further and further into a tempting abyss. Suddenly, he pulls out and turns you around in a smooth motion. Pulling your hair he takes you from behind. Ecstatic moans fall from your lips, ushering him to pummel you even harder. He picks up his pace and pulls your hair harder. Mikhail meets you halfway, his hand wandering around your throat. It is a grip tight enough to hold you in place but not to actually hurt you. He nuzzles his face against the nape of your neck. A gesture almost too pure. “Misha” you whisper, voice full of affection, and he knows you are ready. It is a tacit agreement. Eyes glow, crystal blue turning carmine. Angling your head, his razor fangs graze your neck cutting open a small spot. He is careful not to actually bite you. Dark red droplets trickle slowly down the wound. Lips connect to your velvet skin. His tongue draws lazy circles, cautiously not wasting any of his treat. Feverish thoughts take over his mind making his rhythm stutter. Drawing a sharp breath, he presses his tongue just below the cut, the stream of blood increases. Mikhail sucks on your neck, hard. Pain shots through you, mixing with pleasure. Shivers run up and down your spine. You cry out but the sounds come out brutish. Mikhail is engrossed as the fresh juice of your life prickles down his throat. It is rich and savory. It tastes of you, of your vitality. He gulps it down, swallowing every precious drop you are willing to share. Your warmth spreads through his body. It is an elysian feeling. Usually, he is disgusted by the taste of blood. It is only a means to survive but when you let him drink he feels grateful. Grateful for you sharing your life with him. He is drunk on you. Your boisterous sounds thrive him further and further to the edge. The way he can feel your pulse quicken he knows you are just moments away from coming undone. Pounding harder and harder he never stops from collecting your oozing juice. Holding you tight you melt into one. You clench around him and gasps of joy fill the air. The tight knot inside him unravels. A few more thrusts and Mikhail falls over the edge. His lithe body collapses onto you and you both sink into the mattress. In the wake of your high he pulls you close. His tongue finds yours and there is communication beyond the limit of spoken language.

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teen-titans-imagines · 6 years

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Welp.

As I write the requests I have here, I have also been watching a new series. Dororo 2019 has stolen my heart, so ofc I’m writing a fic for it as well. Not only that, but I’ve also been writing something for Tenrou: Sirius the Jaeger. Shameless self-promotion below.

Dororo 2019

The Soul with the Brightest Flame: (Hyakkimaru/Female! Reader) ~ (Y/n) is just a simple traveler, curious of the world around her. When she comes back from harvesting her garden, she gets more than what she bargained for.

Tenrou: Sirius the Jaeger

The Secrets We Unfold: (Yuliy Jirov/Female! Reader) ~ (Y/n) is a Jaeger hailing from the German division. When the Professor asks for help from any neighboring unit, her unit is the one to answer. Though, she isn’t expecting to get thrown into a war. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?

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kuro-senpai27-blr · 6 years

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The moon shone brightly in the slightly clouded night sky. I was taking a stroll in the garden when I soon started to hear groans of pain and heavy breathing. I looked around the corner to see Yuliy alone, slightly panting.

I knew what was happening. His powers were getting out of control again. A few days ago, Yuliy revealed to me that he was half-human and half-werewolf. He expected me to just simply run away or treat him like a monster. But I comforted him and told him.

"I would never do that because I love you"

But the next day, he was distant with me. Giving me the hint that my feelings were one-sided. Tonight, I pushed my hurt feelings aside and approached him.

"Yuliy... Are you feeling-"

"Get away! Before I hurt you" he yells. Interrupting me which was understandable. I took a deep breath and stood my ground.

"I'm not leaving you like this Yuliy, Im worried you might harm yourself" I tried to reason with him, but he pushes me away.

"Do you want me to hurt you!" he threatened me, his eyes showed guilt and pain. 'I just know he needs me... But how?' I thought until an idea popped up.

I crept over to him slowly. Not wanting to trigger his supernatural powers. I see his eyes glow into an electric blue color in the moonlight. Making my cheeks go red.

"You can do this (Y/n)" I mumbled to myself as the wind picks up.

"It's okay Yuliy, everything will be alright" I smiled gently in reassurance as I stopped a few feet away from him. He growled dangerously, not scaring me at all. I wrapped my arms around him in a tight embrace.

"I don't want to hurt you (y/n), so please run away" he whispered in pain. His heart rate increasing. I knew there was one thing that could stop this. I grabbed his chin and tilted it until his eyes stared into mine.

"No, I can't bear the fact that you're in pain" I grabbed his cheeks and captured his cold lips with mine. Giving him a bit of a shock. Sparks flew in me as the feeling of his lips sent a shiver down my spine.

I moved back and saw that his eyes went back to normal and his breathing was steady. "(Y/n)..." Yuliy whispered which his cheeks turning red. I turn my heels and walked away.

"I hope that helped you control your powers" I laughed and soon disappeared from his sight. My cheeks were red like a red rose and my legs were slightly shaking. I let out a heavy sigh before making my way through mansion in hopes that I don't get lost. Like last time...

(Yuily)

After she turned the corner, my thought started up again. She was the reason I couldn't control my powers tonight. She made me fall for her and all I want to do is claim her as my mate.

"Stupid feelings..." I smiled as I gazed at the moon. Just as beautiful as (Y/n)'s sparkling (e/c) eyes. As soon as I get the Arc of Sirius, I will make her mine.

First Imagine. I hope it was good enough for your liking ~❤

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dragon-hall · 6 years

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Lore.

When Yuliy sings, he does it unconsciously when he is alone and doing his business. His voice, a light and clear tone that would remind anyone of fresh spring water, bubbles up in rhythmic melodies and vivid stories that paints the picture of snowy mountain peaks and adventure.

Ryoko muses as she listens behind a corner. It is not a familiar song or any generic music that the world plays on their gramophones. It sounds more organic and vintage but it reaches deep within her chest and tugs emotions out from it. It’s a beautiful song.

“I don’t know that song.” She mumbles when she mustered enough courage to ask Yuliy about it.

“Ah, it’s an old song from my village. It’s been passed down from generation to generation. Right now, you won’t hear it from anyone but me.” Yuliy answers with a melancholic smile.

Dogville is gone. The villagers there are gone. Yuliy’s mother and father are gone. His brother--

The song is like a dying legacy, known and sung by the last survivor of Sirius. Unless...

“Uhm, Yuliy-san? Do you mind teaching it to me? If that’s alright with you.”

And Yuliy’s smile makes her heart soar as he sits straight and ready to teach.

#drabble: sirius the jaeger #tenrou: sirius the jaeger #tenrou sirius the jaeger #yuliy #ryoko #i want to imagine yuliy singing #sirius the jaeger #my fic

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ladyphanthomhive · 6 years

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If someone wants to talk about everything! i'm here to read and talk with you!

I'll be right here! Whatever fandom or topic is ok!

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naussensei · 3 years

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Attack on Titan College AU

In which Bertolt and Reiner drag Annie into a party.

Once at the bus stop, Annie flinched at the address on her phone when she received Bertoldt’s text. She had never even gone close to that area.

Bertold and Reiner would have to make up for this, she’d make sure of that.

For a fancy street, the house indicated in Bertolt’s message wasn’t as big as Annie had imagined. The streets were clean and clear of holes, well-illuminated, but the house wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Even so, Annie hesitated another moment before she knocked on the entrance door. She listened to the beating of some rap music slamming the windows, the loud chanting of a group of men, and a chill ran down her spine. What the hell were her friends doing in a place like that?

With a deep breath, Annie knocked, and the door was wide open in a second; a tall man with narrow eyes and a smug smile standing at the threshold with a drink in his hand.

“Hey,” he sneered, scanning Annie from head to feet with a smirk.

“Hi,” Annie’s voice was dry, her shoulders stiff. “I’m looking for a friend.”

“Well, you’ve found one,” he grinned, leaning with a hand over the threshold. “Wanna come in?”

“Hey, horse face!”

Another voice came from behind him; a shorter, angry-looking guy pushed the tall one aside, deep green eyes glaring at him. “Stop letting random people into my house, Jean!”

“Relax, Jaeger, she’s not a ‘random person’. I know Annie, she was in my political science class with Professor Smith.”

Annie couldn’t recall Jeans’s face, yet nodded regardless.

“Just come in,” the one called Jaeger said with a sigh, and Annie followed him. “I’m Eren, by the way. There’s drinks at the bar, make yourself at home.”

“I’m only here to pick up a friend,” she clarified, and dodged a group of people chugging their drinks in a scandalous way.

“Really?” Eren said casually, his mind was somewhere else. Even from a distance Annie could smell the alcohol on him. “Which friend?”

“Reiner Braun.” She looked around searching for her friends, feeling several eyes on her as they walked across the large room, suddenly aware of how her gym clothes were so out of place with the rest of the girl’s outfits.

Eren paid little attention to Annie, too busy keeping watch on his parents’ house.

“Hey! Sasha! Connie! Get off the table!” Eren yelled, alarmed at the sight of two people climbing onto the furniture. He excused himself and rushed towards her.

Annie was then left in the middle of the room, alone with nothing but an awkward feeling. Reiner and Bertold would pay for this, she told herself, looking for an empty corner to stand at and look for them. What did people even do in these parties? She watched more people drinking, some of them dancing. After rejecting drinks several times, Annie headed to the bathroom. If Reiner was drunk and wasn’t anywhere around, it could only mean one thing: he’d probably been sick.

The bathroom door opened, and Annie’s eyes widened at the sight of a short, blonde girl kissing another taller girl. She stood there frozen with a hand still on the doorknob; the girls recoiled as soon as they saw Annie staring at them.

“What?” Growled the taller one, darker skin flushing under her freckles. “You got a problem?”

“Ymir don’t-” The other girl gasped, holding her arm to stop her.

“I honestly couldn’t care less. You do your thing,” Annie said with a straight face now, and closed the door again. Where the hell were Reiner and Bertolt?

After searching most of the house, Annie decided they must have gone out to buy more drinks or something like that. She decided to wait for a few more minutes, and looked for a quiet place to sit. At the end of the living room, a lonely girl sat quietly on a couch with a plastic cup in her hand.

That was it. That was her spot.

“Hi,” Annie gave the girl a brief and polite smile as she took a seat.

The girl’s gaze was lost somewhere. As though she didn’t hear Annie, the girl rose to her feet and moved towards the table. From there, Annie admired her black dress and high boots, as black as her hair and nail polish. A second later, the girl came back with another plastic cup and offered it to Annie.

“Oh, I don’t drink, but thanks.”

“It’s apple juice,” the girl said. Unlike her tough appearance, the girl’s voice was surprisingly sweet. “I don’t drink either.”

Annie thanked her and took a shy sip from it with relief. It was indeed apple juice.

They both continued to drink in silence, awkward at first, then almost comforting. At least they were alone together.

“I’m looking for a friend,” finally said Annie. “Do you know someone called Reiner or Bertolt?”

The girl looked up at the ceiling as if trying to reach for something in the back of her mind. “Oh,” she gasped, and pulled out her phone to show her something.

Annie stared at the painting on the girl’s screen with a puzzled look.

“Bertolt painted it,” the girl explained.

“He did?” Annie’s eyebrows raised in disbelief, and tilted her head to take a closer look. He was actually talented, she hated to admit.

The girl nodded, and scrolled down the screen to show Annie another painting; a completely different style but equally stunning.

“Did you paint this one?” Annie asked, and the girl nodded again; a slight reddish gleam burning on her cheeks.

“It’s nice.” Annie said, and she meant it.

The girl put the phone away, and offered her hand.

“I’m Mikasa,” she smiled, “Bertolt and Reiner are my classmates.”

“Nice to meet you,” Annie shook her hand. For once, she was genuinely glad to meet someone new.

“Have you seen them? Do you know where they are?”

Mikasa pointed to the other end of the room, and Annie followed her finger with her eyes across the sea of people to find Bertolt and Reiner drinking from a keg of beer. Her jaw dropped.

“Come,” Mikasa grabbed Annie by the wrist and dragged her across the room through the crowd.

Annie didn’t protest, but her face became more and more red with every step she took, until she was stomping her way towards her friends.

Reiner was the first one to see her, and his face quickly shifted into one of concern. Bertolt only turned to her when he felt Reiner’s elbow digging into his arm; his face serious now as well.

“I thought you were drunk.” Annie hissed, arms folding, eyebrows raising.

“We are,” Bertoldt rushed to say.

“And yet you keep drinking.” She accused. “So you called me for what?”

She turned to Reiner now, her piercing glare had him shuddering. Reiner had always been the easier one to break.

Reiner gulped, a drop of sweat running down his face. He searched for Bertolt with anxious eyes as though pleading for help.

“He made me do it,” Reiner finally burst out. “He made me lie so you would come to the party.”

“Reiner, seriously?” Bertolt gasped, throwing his hands up in the air with frustration. “You didn’t even try, can’t you keep a secret for once?”

Reiner shrugged and Annie cursed under her breath.

“Whatever, we’re already here,” Reiner said, “Since you are here, too, let’s have fun.”

Annie sighed. As angry as she was, she had to admit this was better than staring at her ceiling at home.

“If I stay, will you promise I won’t have to drag you home all drunk?”

“Promise,” they said in unison, and raised their cups to cheer.

“You can’t cheer with an empty hand,” Jean barged in between the two, handing Annie a cup. She rejected it with an awkward smile, and Jean shrugged before he chugged the cup himself.

“She’s not interested,” Eren said in a condescending tone, patting Jean on the back, harder than he’d meant. Too unstable to keep his balance, Jean nearly fell forward, and a second later they were both exchanging senseless insults and aimless fists until they both landed on the floor.

“Eren, stop bothering him, you’ll get your ass kicked again,” Mikasa ran to restrain him. Another guy pulled Jean to keep him away from Eren.

“Marco, let go!” Grunted Jean, even though the only reason he was standing was Marco holding his arm.

The meaningless argument carried on for another moment, and as everyone’s attention was drawn to them now, Annie used that opportunity to slip away for a moment. Hell, she needed a moment of peace. Through the corner of her eye, she sighted a door that led to the backyard, and with smooth steps she sneaked out.

As soon as she stepped outside, a nice breeze blew against her face; the fresh air filling her lungs, and she sighed in relief. She moved towards the railing of the deck, and leaned against it, looking up at the sky; a perfect clear night above her. What was wrong with her? She wondered. Everyone had been so nice, yet there she was, alone in the backyard with a lingering feeling of unease in her chest. Or so she thought.

“It’s nice, isn't it?” A stranger’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts, and Annie turned to find a young man sitting on the floor. Wide blue eyes fixed on the sky and a warm smile.

Annie followed his gaze to search for what he was looking at.

“Funny how they seem like they twinkle, when it’s actually just the Earth’s atmosphere that makes that illusion.”

Annie said nothing, but her eyes widened as she stared at the brightest, shiniest star she could find. “Even that one?” she pointed, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

“You mean Sirius,” he chuckled in amusement, “even that is an illusion.”

Annie now turned to him, watching him get on his feet to move closer to her, carrying a cup with him, eyes still on the stars.

“That other one is Regulus,” he pointed at another star and his smile widened as he stared at Annie with eager eyes, as though waiting for a reaction.

“...cool.”

What else was she supposed to say?

He let out an awkward smile, and his pale cheeks turned suddenly bright red. “Not a Harry Potter fan, I guess.”

What a nerd, she thought.

“Not particularly,” she said instead.

They stared at the sky for another moment, until Annie felt the need to fill that unbearable silence.

“Why are you out here?” she asked without turning to him. “Too crowded inside?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

Annie could now feel his eyes on her, and the slightest feeling of unease gathered in her chest. She couldn’t help but to subtly turn to him, only to look away again the next moment.

“Do you smoke?” he offered her a pack of cigarettes, and Annie shook her head in reply.

“Yeah, neither do I,” he sighed, putting them away. “These are Eren’s, really. Mikasa asked me to hide them from him.”

“Mikasa’s a talented artist.” Surely if he knew Mikasa he couldn’t be such an ass, could he? Annie turned to him again. He was close. Closer than a moment ago, and still staring at her, bright blue eyes reflecting the silver gleam of the stars. She ignored the feeling in her guts and refused to look away.

This seemed to amuse him. He lowered his gaze now with a shy smile, and took a long sip from his drink with a deep grunt.

“God, this is so bad. How can people drink this?” He squeezed his eyes shut and pursed his lips, making Annie laugh.

“It can’t be that bad…” She sneered.

“You see for yourself,” he handed her the cup, eyes still shut hard in disgust.

Annie stared at the plastic cup with curiosity for a long moment.

Was she actually considering his offer?

He quickly looked around, as if expecting to find someone, yet nobody else was around.

“Fuck it,” she sighed, taking the cup and giving in a small sip without thinking about it any further. As soon as the bitter liquid slid down her throat with a slight burn, she regretted her decision.

“So bad…” She winced.

It was now his turn to laugh. A sound so sweet and soothing to her ears, that Annie almost wondered if there had been something in her drink that made her heart skip and her stomach twist. A rush of blood crawled up to colour her cheeks, and Annie now shook in silent laughter.

The stranger now turned to her, and as their eyes met, a sudden spark flashed between them, holding them both in thrall.

Annie’s body loosened, and as the overwhelming warmth faded, she could finally realize what that feeling gathering in her chest was. Fear. She shuddered in fear. Something she hadn’t expecience in a long time. But it was a strange kind of fear, the kind that made her heart flutter and her stomach drop. She moved even closer, as though drawn by some magnetic force, until she could feel his breath on her.

“There you are!”

A sudden voice came through the door and they both recoiled instantly; a drunk Eren struggling to walk straight outside “Have you seen my cigarettes?”

“No, Eren, I have not seen your-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Eren lay flat against the floor.

“Shit, sorry,” the stranger excused himself, moving towards his friend. “Gotta go, but it was really nice talking to you.”

Annie watched him pick Eren up from the floor and disappear behind the door. It wasn’t until she saw Reiner and Bertolt come looking for her that she realized she hadn’t caught the stranger’s name.

From: When the Stars Blink Twice

Read full chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32434150/chapters/80968576#workskin

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