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maginxlia · 2 years

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Starring Eren, Connie, Armin and Zeke in Cumming Undone ❤️‍🔥The Scenarios

Rated TV-MA

NSFW/ Minors please don’t Read

No pronouns in this Bih

Summary❤️‍🔥 you decide to surprise your man with Your Throat Abilities

Author Note❤️‍🔥 Something New for you Babes, I hope you enjoy and that y’all having a Wonderful Weekend

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Eren Yeager

♡ You had been watching Eren game online with Mikasa, Connie and Jean for the last Two Hours

♡ GTA V Online sessions are so hectic with them in it that you are usually very entertained But today your eyes has been on Eren more than his monitors

♡ He looked so delicious with his hair pulled back in a lazy ponytail…He should be Rewarded for Winning so many PVP… Right???

♡ Your body going into Autopilot as your mouth starts watering, you pulled back his chair and sat on the floor before him

♡ Eren looked away from his monitors for a split second, he stared down at you as you laid kisses to his cock still in his Jogging pants; He slightly smirked before going back to his game

♡ You pulled out his cock and licked him up & down before putting him in your mouth, you easily took his big hard cock to the back of your throat making Eren shift slightly in his chair but his voice didn’t show it as he spoke into his headset

♡ You weren’t going to break him that easily huh? Okay eren challenge accepted

♡ You bobbed your head at the right pace to make Eren`s toes curl, taking him to the back of your throat when he least expected

♡ Sucking at his tip as your hands worked his shaft, you looked him dead in his eyes as he swallowed heavily

♡ Eren took one of his hands of the controller and placed it to the back of your head controlling your pace, he was cheating but you still could win this game

♡ You swirl your tongue on his tip whenever your head went up, your hands massaged his balls

♡ You looked up and his hair was down, you knew then you had him right where you want him

♡ Keeping up your actions Eren was quick to end his gaming session, tossing his headset aside he groaned out before saying these words as one hand rubbed your cheek

♡ Eren: You wanted them to hear what you were doing to me??? Like a little slut hmmmmm??? Want them wishing that they were me?? But you’re are Mine.

♡ Eren then stood up and started fucking your mouth hard but it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle

♡ You can tell by how his hips subtly shake upon every thrusts and how his breathing is that Eren was close

♡ On his last thrust you grabbed his hips, Pulling him deep into your throat and let him cum violently down your throat

♡ Pulling back from Eren, you winked up at him and said while Giggling “You are delicious Ren”

♡ Eren fell back into his chair before patting his lap and speaking these words

♡ Eren: Come here Baby, It’s time I returned the Favor.

Connie Springer

♡ Connie has been watching you do your make up for the past hour while he’s FaceTiming Jean who was trying to complete his PC build

♡ Connie has been lowkey moping about the fact you were going clubbing with your friends without him, it made you sad to see your man so down and out

♡ While you did your hair you kept looking through the mirror back at Connie who was lying on the bed with his phone in his hand, every so often he would look up at you to see your progress or to admire you

♡ When you were done you checked yourself out before heading to the side of the bed, you leaned in to whisper in Connie’s ear “You better not mess my makeup or hair up” your lips grazed his ear making him shiver as he watched you apply his favorite lip gloss to your lips

♡ Slowly you made your way to his thighs before pulling his cock free of his pants while keeping eye contact with him the whole time

♡ Connie cock was hard in your hand as you stoked him up and down before licking his tip and deep throating him unexpectedly

♡ You can tell you made him weak and he was holding back a moan, Oh how he glad Jean was too excited and busy with his PC to see how he was looking

♡ Connie couldn’t help but thrust up into your mouth smearing your lip gloss onto his cock as you took him like the throat master you are

♡ You placed your hands on his hips helping him with his thrusts; oh you made him feel so good

♡ Connie was already close but you decided to swirl your tongue around like that?? Oh you were about to kill him while he was on FaceTime with Jean

♡ Connie eyes rolled back and you could tell by the way he was tensing he closed to coming but you kept on with the actions that would shove him over the edge

♡ Connie came so hard he tossed his phone to the floor and covered his mouth to muffle his moans

♡ He watched as you swallowed everything and lick his cock clean before tucking him back into his pants

♡ Connie out of breath: I might’ve broke my fucking phone

♡ You as you checked yourself out one last time: But you didn’t mess me up and I thank you for that, now I got to finish getting ready baby.

♡ Connie could barely grab his phone cause baby you did a number to him

Armin Arlert

♡ Armin has been on a Zoom Study session with his friends for the past three hours. No breaks

♡ You hate to Admit that you were feeling neglected but most importantly you worried for your man’s health!

♡ He looked so cute with his head in a book deep in concentration but it’s time for him to focus on you

♡ As he was preoccupied with his notes, you were crawling under the dining table where he decided to do all his studying

♡ It didn’t take long for you to find you target, Armin Soft but strong legs covered in the beige pants you picked out for him the last time you two went shopping

♡ You gently placed your hands onto his legs making Armin jump and pull back his chair to look down at you, He already knew your plans and he wasn’t prepared for it

♡ As you slowly stroked him through his pants Armin kept his beautiful eyes on you

♡ You slowly unzipped his pants you stared up at him watching his reaction as you exposed his Pretty Hard Cock, He could only nod at you to continue as he went back to studying before Eren Grew suspicious

♡ As you took him into your mouth, Armin closed his eyes. His cock felt so good with your lips wrapped around it

♡ As you bobbed up and down you placed your hands on his thighs for support

♡ You knew if Armin kept his eyes closed his friends would get worried so that’s why you started to lick the underside of his cock all the way down to his balls taking care to gently kiss both of them before sucking on them; Armin eyes were wide as he fought the urge to let out a moan and to make it worse his face was bright red

♡ Mikasa: Armin, Are you Alright???? You look feverish??

♡ Her words made everyone in the study session look at Armin making him embarrassed

♡ Armin as you suck his cock so good he could scream: yes… I’m Good, I’m just a little tt-ired I’ll talk to you guys later!!!!

♡ Logging out of the study session Armin let out the prettiest moan as you softly sucked the tip of his cock before deep throating him and fondling his balls

♡ Armin breathy moans letting you know he was close

♡ Armin: I’m about to cum

♡ He came hard as you continued to suck on his cock making him tremble in the chair

♡ You looked up at him while you swallowed his seed, his eyes watching and his face flushed from your ministrations

♡ Armin looked so cute undone, you watched as his eyes traveled to his phone that was lighting up with notifications

♡ Mikasa: Are you alright??

♡ Connie: Man you looked sick as hell, I hope you’re okay

♡ Jean: dude you good?? You got Mikasa worried

♡ Eren: I know what you were doing.

Zeke Yeager

♡ Bothering Zeke while he was working was Risky as hell but it was so fun! Especially when he is in a zoom meeting

♡ This is how you found yourself under his desk while he talked business with his colleagues

♡ You knew this meeting was important and that your actions would get you overstimulated later but trying to crack Zeke is so worth it

♡ As he talked you held on to his legs covered in dress slacks, He loves to dress up even when he having a zoom meeting

♡ Your hands slowly up to his thighs and finally landing on your target, his cock that was already hard in anticipation

♡ You released his beautiful cock from the prison that is his pants, your hands pumping his cock as you laid soft licks to his tip

♡ Oh you were going to tease the hell out of him, sucking the tip of his cock as your hands worked his shaft slowly

♡ You took him to the back of your throat and laid your tongue flat against the base of his cock, a risky move that always makes you choke but it was worth it to hear him clear his throat; you were getting to him.

♡ Keeping your up actions your bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him to the back of your throat when you went down and sucking his tip when you went up

♡ A shame you couldn’t touch his heavy balls that was still trapped in his pants.. if you could would’ve broke him for sure

♡ You could tell by the way he shifting in his chair that it was taking him everything to not groan out

♡ You went back to pumping his cock with your hands and using your mouth on his tip, you could feel him shudder before hearing him end the Zoom Call… Uh oh

♡ Zeke pulled back his office chair, his glasses missing and his tie undone; he stared down at you his cock in your mouth before he grabbed your head and shoved his cock down your throat

♡ He fucking your mouth?? He’s big mad but it's nothing you can’t handle you know his cock like the back of your hand

♡ He pulled you off while looking you right in the eye as you smiled up at him before he said these words

♡ Zeke: Oh you tried to make me groan?? So all my colleagues wish that their cocks were in your mouth??? You wanted me to cum while I was in a meeting?? I think you deserve a punishment or two darling

♡ Zeke laid you across his lap, spanking your ass hard but at this point you didn’t care

♡ You were ready for the long night of fucking you two were going to do, after all this was your plan

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rubywithecat · 2 years

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Heyy ! So that's a weird request, but yk the new uniform in the scouts? Like the black tight one. Can you do AoT characters reacting to y/n wearing it?

This is an intresting one Lol! Anyway I'm really sorry for writing late as I was struggling with my time management. I hope you will enjoy this <3 Luv ya!

Armin would be blushing so much and can't stop starring at you. He is so glad that he get to see your body shape clearly in that tight uniform and it turns him on.

Levi might not prefer that uniform but he can't deny that you looks so sexy in that and he just imagine how you would look like beneath the uniform u know what i mean? ;)

Reiner would be as suprised that he even forgot what he was supposed to do when he saw you suddenly. He would be just standing still in his titan form until Gabi called him loud. He thinks that you looks so stunning in that tight suit but he knows that you can't be his anymore which is really sad.

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Porco would be falling for you at first sight. But he would be wondering why island monsters he used to call would make him really blushing. He could be staring at you and your body in the tight outfit.

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Erwin (he is dead before that but let's imagine if he is alive) face would turn so red that he is blushing. He really want to touch you and make you his instantly but there is a fatal mission awaiting so he had to wait!!

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Jean would compliment you in neutral way but he messed up so much as he talked to you and felt embarassed abou it. You just laughed and said thanks. He never thought he would see you in really tight outfit so he is secretly thanking to the one who made the uniform Lol

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Zeke starred at you and then deep in his thought he is having a really dirty one. When Levi kicked him he just got back to his sense and then smiled at you and flirted with you really bad like he wants to be the one who takes off the tight uniform from you. You got so creeped and about to punched him but slipped and fell right onto him and it accidentally happened like he was holding your ass when he tried to catch you. You guys were in really awkward situation Lmao!!

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(I'm so sorry again for being disappeared for several days! I hope you all will enjoy this and thank you so much! Likes and shares would be really appreciated, loves!) <33

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lostinwildflowers · 1 year

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I'm going through hell week in school so how about a modern au Zeke x reader? Like, Zeke is either a year older or they're the same age, and he helps the reader with homework. Idk I just need fluff from monke boi. Tenchu 💜💜

Studying, or Something

Zeke Yeager x Reader

Your fingers drummed on your already pounding forehead, your mind running away from any thought of logic. You had been at your physics homework for hours.

You knew that cramming wasn't effective, but how else were you going to learn this all before your quiz tomorrow afternoon?

"Babe, I hope you're ready for our date tonight~" came your boyfriend's unusually happy trill. Zeke comes swinging into your dorm room, his hair styled in the waves just the way you liked, dressed in a deep red button-up and some khaki pants.

He slides into the door frame, leaning up against the wall as he takes a good look at you, and his happy, goofy mood immediately drops. There you were, hunched over your cluttered, small desk, fingers repeatedly carding through your hair.

A sigh falls from his lips when he sees you're nowhere close to being dressed, let alone done with your homework.

When you hear his voice, your eyes immediately snap to the calendar just above your desk, and your stomach drops when you see your handwriting scrawled out: "date<3".

Your (colored) eyes flash to him, panic written all over your features as your pencil falls from your hands and your calculator slips out of your lap onto the floor.

In an instant, you are completely overwhelmed and stressed, and you can't help the tears that well up in your eyes and start sliding down your cheeks.

Zeke lurches forward and drops to one knee, his hands coming up to cup your face and brush the tears away. His gaze softens as he looks at you, disheveled and obviously overcome.

"Shh, shhh, sweetheart," he chides as he tried to get your gaze on him, "It's alright, it's al-right." You finally look up at him, hardly being able to see him through the tears in your eyes.

"I- I'm so sorry I- I forgot about our d-ate," you hiccup as you sob, "I- I'm just so dumb and I don't know how-" "Stop it," he cuts you off, his voice stern.

"I could care less about the date now, sweetheart," he states, shifting onto both knees to kneel in front of you. One of his hands drops to yours, grabbing them gently and caressing them.

"Okay, yes, I was very excited about our date tonight, but my main concern is always you," he murmurs, wiping away a stray tear from your cheeks.

You sniffle and nod, not having the energy or bandwidth to argue with him. He sighs through his nose as he asks, "Now what's making my sweet girl so stressed?"

You look down at your lap and grumble, "Stupid physics." You see, math, particularly physics, was not your strong suit. But your engineering major boyfriend was a genius.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you just ask for my help? I could have been here hours ago," Zeke asks, his brows knitting in concern. You shrug and mumble, "Didn't want to bother you."

Zeke just looks at you in thought for a second before he replies, "We can talk about that problem later, alright? Let's just take a study break, get some water, and then I'll help you, m'kay?"

You give him a small nod, and he gives you a soft smile in return. He gets up with a small "huff", and pulls you to your feet. He immediately draws you into his chest, forcing you to look up at him.

You sniffle again and whisper, "Thank you." He bends down, brushing his nose against your own and he chuckles, "Don't thank me yet, honey. We still have to make it through your homework."

You groan and he just chuckles at you playfully but reaches down to give you a sweet kiss on your lips. When he pulls away he jibes, "You're gonna have to take me out to dinner after you ace that quiz tomorrow, it's only fair."

You roll your eyes and lean into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. He reciprocates, pulling you into a tight hug.

"It's a deal."

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sofiafushiguro · 2 years

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stepbro! zeke x female reader

Stepbro! Zeke comes home for the holidays, and he can´t help but notice how much you've grown since the last time he had seen you. Stepbro! Zeke always remembers your last encounter, the night before he went away for college. He remembers your high-pitched moans, your body covered in spit and cum and your toes curling at the sensation of him filling you to the max.

Stepbro! Zeke knows you're such a good girl, deciding to enroll in community college so you're closer home and can help your parents. And of course, good girls deserve a reward and Stepbro! Zeke knows it.

He chooses to sit next to you at the Thanksgiving dinner, your white floral dress decorating your body so delicious, Stepbro! Zeke can´t keep his hands to himself, placing one of them between your thighs. The warmth of your cunt hugging his hands while he speaks normally with your parents. Stepbro! Zeke knows what he is doing; and, later, your mom asks for a picture because her stepson is finally home, and she needs to remember this moment for the rest of her life.

Stepbro! Zeke told you to sit on his lap, and your mom agrees. You look like a sweet little sister. But you are feeling his hard cock inside his pants, so you decide to grind gently, in return for what he did at dinner. Stepbro! Zeke can´t wait to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you stupid.

And he does. Stepbro! Zeke volunteers to organize and clean the kitchen, and he drags you with him, telling you that you have to let your parents rest. So you two organize and clean the kitchen as you told your mom, the talk is fluent as you only talk about school and family, but as soon as you´re done... oh, boy!

Stepbro! Zeke doesn´t hesitate when he takes off your panties and puts them in your mouth to muffle your moans. He bends you over the kitchen counter and gives a nice and clean spank to your ass. "That´s my good girl, let me take care of you,"

And he starts trusting inside you as if the world were to end and this was his only opportunity. Stepbro! Zeke does lazy circles on your clit while his dick is kissing your cervix.

"none of those boys will fuck you as I do. I´m the only one that can make my baby cum like this"

And you cum, you cum violently. Your juices dripping into the kitchen floor, and your knuckles are white from grabbing the counter with such strength.

Stepbro! Zeke likes seeing how his cum leaks from your pussy, so he shoots his seed inside you, painting you white and admiring your twitching body. "Now imma tug you in bed, and I'll fuck you again, ok?"

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bunnys-babies · 2 years

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Zeke Boyfriend Texts

SMAU

Zeke Jaeger x gn!reader

warning(s): nothing explicit but mentions of Zeke’s ass and dick 😭

a/n: here y’all go 🙄/j lmao still just pushing through my old requests! Enjoy!

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unholyevilness · 2 years

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Peace (Zeke x afab reader)

Summary: You're a successful athlete and life is good, but your career is not what brings you true peace. Your boyfriend likes to remind you.

cw. Afab genitalia mention, praise and degradation, choking, blood, squirting, dirty talk, rough sex, breeding mention, dubcon because wine, knife and carving mention, maybe don't read if you disassociate easily? Idk but reader almost yeets unconscious here

"All the cheers to you, love." Zeke sang happily while clinking your glasses together, the soft breeze of icy evening air blowing cherubic hair out of his face. He was overreacting, like the dork he always has been, and probably got more excited over you winning your tournaments, than you. It's been around six months since you got into a relationship with him, and Zeke's every word leaked the adoration he caught inside his heart, big as ever with a special weakness meant for you, and you alone. Even though you didn't consider yourself a possessive person, Zeke made it hard to not crave for you to claim him, get him on his knees in every philosophical, physical and metaphorical aspect. Hunger navigated his teasing nature whenever you reminded him of it, that he belongs to you.

That you belong to him. That you never wanted it to be different, ever again.

"It wasn't even that great of a win, I barely won. Have you seen how much I was sweating? Shouldn't have been. I'm ashamed I even had to put so much effort into it," You mumbled with knitted brows, watching your boyfriend gently swing the wine inside his glass. Zeke rolled his eyes as he listened to your venting. "The most important thing is that you did win, in the end. And that I'm proud of you, that's what matters."

He gulped down his red wine greedily, little drops sloping into the fabric of his pullover. Zeke still managed to look elegant, you wondered how that was possible everyday, with that monkey of a man.

Then, he rolled up his sleeves carefully, eyeing your lips. "Aside from that.. The concentration in your face was pretty sexy. Your expression looked delicious."

You were so taken aback that you failed to notice how he towered over your sitting silhouette, suddenly a lot less goofy and a lot more intimidating. Instead of the usual smug grin, he gifted you shivers, torturing your skin with excitement as radiant as the living room ceiling light. "Let me find out just how delicious you may be."

With that, he pulled you onto the couch, ignoring the shattering of your glass as it met the floor and setting his aside. Wooden parquet. You would kill him the next day.

The sensation of his tongue mixed with the strong taste of alcohol lowered your lids almost automatically, it was intoxicating in the most literal way. Addicted to his scent, you buried your nose in the crook of his neck, the need to calm down very apparent. You could already feel the heat pooling inside your abdomen, and you knew you'd be staining his pants with your juices if you didn't took a breath.

"I need you to let loose already," Zeke complained with a vocal sigh, it was clear that he grew sick and tired of your everlasting need to control yourself so you wouldn't spit the most obscene and disgusting dirty talk. It embarrassed you. Once you got rolling it was impossible to stop, with the way he always pleased you. Skilled, long fingers. As per usual, the first noise you failed to control dominated the silence of the apartment only as he made use of them, pressing and digging into your soft skin all pliable like you were nothing but a doll. Zeke simply traced his fingertips over your belly, and yet it felt like he was burning you up with need and desire, scratching possessively over the skin of your hipbones. You're sure he would cut his initials into your skin if you just allowed it, that was how much he lusted after you.

"Why do you love hurting me so much, Sir? You want me for yourself so bad. Do you want me to bring you a knife so you can slash it into my skin?"

You hadn't planned for your thoughts to escape your mind, you swear. Zeke's following gasp and tightening grip made your bones feel like pudding, "Yes, Yes, Yes."

You would not have hesitated to do so if he didn't embrace you sensually, occasionally rubbing the tip of his big nose over your throbbing clit and you could feel yourself leaking, running down your ass crack. "I bet you're dying to lap up both our cum after you filled me up. Isn't it funny how now one will ever find out how much of a breeding bitch you're turning me into? No matter how many tournaments I win,"

You knew you were testing his patience, but Zeke surprised you today. With a rich laugh he pulled your folds apart, stretching your hole ever so slightly, looking well entertained. Other than that, he kept his intentions dubious, until you felt his index finger intruding your ass. The shame of it all, your boyfriend very thoroughly examining your warm, squishy guts with his skilled hands, eager tongue sucking you off as he freed his moans, finding genuine enjoyment in practically getting you heart eyes. The depth of his voice compared to the great pits of the deep sea, the rough vocal encouragement alone was enough to soften your knees. At that very point, you couldn't deny your own body any longer, legs continuing to spread in a hearty welcome. Giggles squished themselves in between your moans as his beard tickled you unwillingly, yet finding himself too lost in eating you out to actually care.

You did not have it in you to ask for his cock, far too fucked out in exhaustion from barely any action, even though you knew you needed it. The image of your boyfriend's drooling dick, straining his pants heavily as he blessed you with the warm walls of his mouth brought you to a mental collapse and you caught yourself loving every second of it. Being fucked thought-empty by Zeke was an experience everyone else was missing out on, you couldn't believe how lucky you were with that blonde, scratchy beard and cozy sweater wearing Gremlin.

You wanted him to make you regret the seduction, all of it, you would be perfectly fine with him breaking both of your legs so you would stay in bed for months for him to plunge his cum inside you over and over again. Only on your deathbed would you give up on the pure satisfaction, exquisite in it's state rotten by lust and a mind willing to be broken.

As if on command, or maybe it was your hips pushing up eagerly to meet his tongue, Zeke turned you around like a toy that weighs nothing, leaving you empty for not too long. You would have liked to see his face, but the humiliation of the position satisfied something very deeply within you. It made you feel like a cheap hooker, the way he positioned himself in front of your creamy hole as he held your legs up. You were purely allowed to balance your weight with your arms, perhaps out of pity. More likely just to see you struggle. "Oh my God," he laughed, slapping your clit in fascination of the wet sound. "Getting this messy with you has always been an honor to me, you know," he whispered into your hair whilst inhaling the grapefruit shampoo you've used earlier that day, bent over your flushed limbs. The heat of his breath on your ears felt enticing. His cock was inside of you entirely before you even registered it.

"Maybe I'll make you lick up the mess this time, bet the poor couch will be sad if you drown it like a starving cockwhore."

Zeke put on a pout for good measure as he spoke, that bastard, meaning to actually sound sad as he was fucking you. Internally, you cursed yourself for liking the concept of his words, trying so very hard not to start begging. Instead, you gifted him a bratty snort, and your boyfriend's rough treatment made you feel like he was destroying you from the inside, gooey and bloody all over. At one point, you even lowered your head to check if there was blood on his cock. You were surprised to see none with how he penetrated you so sinful it almost felt like a confessional.

"That's okay. If you don't feel like cleaning the couch, how about the ground I walk on?" Zeke teased, a little out of breath, and you never heard a better idea of his. "If you keep fucking me like this you can scrape my guts off the ground you walk on," you croaked out, it was ecstatic. You knew how much he liked it when you talked back.

"Odd way of asking me to fuck you harder, but I'll accept it."

Little white dots filled your vision without remorse, now you were sure the sticky leaking out wasn't only your wetness. You knew your boyfriend liked to have his way with you nice and merciless, but you didn't expect to be on the verge of losing the willpower in invitation of staying awake. No matter how hard you tried to lift yourself up, your consciousness was slipping right through your grip with Zeke's tightly controlling your oxygen intake, cruelly mounting you, dominating you. True peace, that's what it felt like if you had to describe it, being at a loss of control over your own life and wavering state, leaving it all in the loving hands of your sweet divine other half. The orgasm hit you like a shock wave, squirting all over his cock in a messy, intense stream.

Sorry for the delay! I'll post more regularly, promise 💌

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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hiii its ok if ur uncomfortable writing this, i completely understand, but could i get some headcanons for zeke comforting his s/o on their period?

OMGGGG MY FIRST ZEKE ASK AAAAHHH TYSM ANON 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

⚾ You're such a whiny brat when you're on your period. The problem is, that you're also very fucking cute when you're whiny.

⚾ I think he's gonna spoil you. He'll get you anything you need. You want chocolates? Sweets? Sudden weird cravings that he's gonna have to drive miles away to find? Yeah he doesn't mind, he'll get you anything you need CUZ YOU'RE ZEKE YEAGER'S GF and Zeke Yeager's gf should be treated like fucking royalty.

⚾ It's not really about you. It's mostly about his ego. Zeke Yeager's gf SHOULD be spoiled and treated like a princess. She should have EVERYTHING she wants whether that's expensive dresses or jewellery or cars and houses and idek what else.

⚾ And that AMPLIFIES when you're on your period. Honestly he has no idea how painful or tormenting a period can be, but he's THERE for you.

⚾ He'll cuddle you, and rub your belly when it gets too painful. He'll get you warm pads or water or chocolates — basically anything you need.

⚾ He's gonna let you rest a lot.

⚾ He absolutely loves how clingy you are.

⚾ He comes home from a long day at work and you're already on top of him AND HE LOVES IT.

⚾ He is a man who's been deprived of love ever since he was a little boy, so imagine how much he loves it when you're giving him all that love and affection just cuz you NEED him.

⚾ You need his arms around you. You need kisses on your lips, your face, your neck.

⚾ You need to whisper you love him in his ear, and the way you blush when you give him those sudden outbursts of affection has him completely whipped for you LMFAO

⚾ Zeke is not a man who easily bends to a woman's will, but he knows he loves you when he starts doing EVERYTHING you want.

⚾ You don't even have to ask, he just KNOWS u need cuddles, or food, or sweets, or attention, or whatever else.

⚾ He KNOWS you. He has learned you well. He's paid too much attention all the previous times (let's pretend you guys have been together for many many months now) and he's perfected his treatment to you when that time of the month comes.

⚾ PLUS I think he's got his own calendar where he keeps track of your period and he knows the schedule probably better than you do LMAO

⚾ Some random day he walks to you like "any back pains yet?" And you're like "huh?" And he's like "you're supposed to get your period tomorrow" and you're like WHAT

⚾ But hey lemme remind you that all of this applies to modern AU Zeke.

If we go into canon, I'll never finish this post LMFAO

Canon Zeke just... Isn't there LMFAO

Jk I wanna believe that Zeke, no matter the universe is a sweetheart to the people he loves.

Honestly, if canon Zeke had someone who loved him, he wouldn't go through the Euthanisation Plan in the first place.

OOHHH WHAT ABOUT PERIOD SEX????

Ok from this point forth, MINORS DNI OR IMMA WHOOP YOU

⚾ Ahem, Zeke is a nasty, sadistic little mf so he doesn't mind the mess and he'll def go down on you even if you're having your period.

⚾ Especially when he finds out that orgasms help with cramps.

⚾ And he just loves how sensitive you are when on your period

⚾ This sadistic mf will pull so many orgasms out of you, sitting there for hours. He's forcing your legs parted with his rough hands while he's sucking on your clit. Two fingers are pushed inside of you knuckle deep and he's nudging repeatedly against that spot that's making you see stars

⚾ And he just loves how your knees buckle weakly when you try to stand up after he's done with you.

"aw, sweetheart, did daddy go too hard on you?"

And you're cursing him beneath your breath and blushing hard but he picks you up in his arms before you know it and you yelp out at the sudden movement. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he's looking down at you as if you're the most precious little thing.

He presses a kiss on your forehead and takes you to the bathroom. "I'll prepare us a bath,"

You're his precious, dumb little baby and of course he's gonna take care of you 🥺

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stigandr-the-cat · 6 months

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What the Duck is Wrong With My Boyfriend?

part 2 of the cursed were-animal series featuring the Yager boys

Summary: Something is terribly wrong with your boyfriend.... Or is something terribly right? No, it's wrong.

a/n: Blame John Oliver's yearly duck episode as well as my personal dislike of Zeke. Minors be gone. TW - duck anatomy, AFAB reader. Read at your own risk.

Cursed Were-Animal Masterlist

Something was wrong with your boyfriend Zeke. Even since the two had become intimate in your relationship it had led to fucking like bunnies across every surface. To the point of your friends and roommates begging you both to move in together so they didn't catch him 'frosting' your cake anymore. Or at least less often.

Which it had. It also deepened your relationship. In more than just the frequent cock-warming cuddle nights giggling in each other's arms. You had learned how he always wore one headphone cocked in such a way that he could hear everything. A lesson he had learned from his abusive father. While he learned you keep the house sparkling clean to combat the anxiety that threatened to overwhelm you at any given moment.

That he hadn’t touched you in almost two weeks was concerning. When before then he had always been tapping your ass in morse code always something dirty or sweet. Or just even putting his hand on some part of your body. From the moment you had met when he had shaken your hand he always touched you. As if he was trying to remember that you were real. Tonight the plan was to talk to him, ask what was going on and what this meant.

Had you said something that had set this off? Was something going on at work? Had the tense call he had recently been the reason? Had it been his estranged father? Or his half-brother? It was heartbreaking, the ache where the constant touch of his hand had once been. The loss of his familiar weight on your body.

Keys jingled in the door as it creaked open. You waiting for his familiar call of ‘sweetcheeks’ before realizing that too had vanished along with his touch. That realization pushed you over the edge till silent tears dripped down your face.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Zeke rushed over to the dinner table kneeling before you pulling the legs of the chair till it faced him.

“Why won’t touch me?” voice warbling as the words were choked out.

“I…” Zeke raised a hand looking for all the world like he wanted to cup your cheek. To pull you into his arms. But he dropped it again sitting back on his haunches.

“What Zeke? Do you not like my body anymore? Am I that repulsive you refuse to touch me?” Sadness pulling anger into your words so that they landed like blows, like a cold rain after so long under the hot sun.

“No! It's not you! It's me!” Zeke flinched as if even he realized how crapy that excuse sounded.

“Wow. That's the worst lie you have ever told me. If you can’t stand me anymore just say it. Ill leave tonight.” Venom coating your words trembling with fear and anger as your rose.

Zeke fell onto his ass. Eyes wide enough that you could see tears gathering. It hurt watching your hearts be torn in two.

“Please, don’t leave me. I love you. I just.” He paused, chest heaving, and stood. “Something happened last week and I don’t know how to explain it or how to fix it and I’m scared.” His voice was small the words hardly reaching the sound of blood roaring in your ears. The pounding of your heart slowed down at its sound.

“Zeke don’t shut me out, I want to help you. I love you so much, but you have to let me.” Reaching for him. He shivered at the touch of your hand on his beard. The fine hairs tickling your palm. He sucked in a breath.

"I got bit by a duck!" The words rushing out and running together.

"I'm sorry what." You could almost hear the record scratch as the world just stopped.

"I. Got. Bit. By. A. Duck. And it's. Changed me in. Weird ways." His teeth grinding as he bit it out like chewing gristle.

Backing away you looked him up and down. “Explain.” whatever this was, break up or some weird ass role-play fantasy he was going to get kicked in the nuts soon.

“Ok so, umm. There is no easy way to say this but.” He flushed scarlet looking as miserable as a puppy in the rain.”Something is wrong with my dick.”

“Zeke I swear on the NIne Titans if this is a euphemism for you cheating on me, getting an STI, and now i have to get tested I will delete all of your data on your hard drive and game systems.” Your arms crossing as you glared daggers at him, the budding sympathy becoming fury.

The scarlet became sheet white. “Baby I swear, it's not.” He sputtered.

“Really.” You deadpaned.

“No look.” He started tugging at his pants, till they were open and he tugged both pants and boxers down.

His dick sprang free. Your eyes going wide at the sight. Looking at it, then back to his face, and returning back to his dick.

“Zeke what is that?”

“My dick.”

“Like hell it is!” Sputtering you gestured at it “I've never sucked that thing in my life.”

“Yea well I’ve been pissing out of it for days so.”

“Did you really just bring up peeing right after I talked about oral?”

“....I see your point. That was weird.” He paused. “But saying I’ve been giving myself handjobs with it seems like it might raise bigger issues.”

“Zeke. You have a corkscrew dick that is slightly tinted blue. If that’s not the biggest issue on your mind, then I’m scared to ask what is.”

It was horrifyingly true. With his underwear and pants pushed down to his thighs and shirt tugged up you could see it just hanging there bobbing. Like some twisted slinky. His once long thick dick that had been the prettiest shade of pink was now replaced. Now it was now edging towards robins egg blue in color. But that wasn’t the worst part. No, that horror was that it was corkscrew in shape. Still just as thick and long, probably longer now if it started to uncurl. And yet even as horrified as you were, you couldn’t look away.

“I think I might be a wereduck now. If that’s even a thing.”

“I think I need to get drunk.”

“Yes please, I'll join you.” He started to walk towards you.

“You will not until you put that thing away.”

"A month ago you asked me if I'd love you as a worm! Remember?" He whined. “And this how you repay me?”

You in fact did. It had been extremely adorable to watch him promise to give you a perfect worm home and feed you fresh fruit and veggies but also make sure you had enrichment to keep you entertained. It was actually very sweet in a weird way.

“Yes but I didn’t plan on turning into a worm!” as you pulled out the whisky, uncorking it and taking a long pull.

“And I didn’t plan on becoming a wereduck! But here we are!” Zeke took the bottle from your hands and took a drink. “Besides who knows if you get bit by a worm you might become one.”

With that horrifying thought in mind you grabbed another bottle, this one vodka tilted it up and chugged.

"Sentience was a mistake please let me go back to the primordial soup!"

Zeke threw his arms around you shifting his hips so that the thing he had hidden back in his pants didn't touch you.

"Noooooo!" He slurred drunkenly "Don't become soup, then I won’t be able to hear you moan when I eat you.”

“Fine, I won’t become soup.” You grumbled into the neck of the whisky bottle having switched with Zeke halfway through for it. The world was fuzzy at the edges. But the heat and weight of Zeke against you felt so good especially after going for so long without it.

“Good, can I still eat you?” Nibbling at your neck his hands slipping under the soft cotton shirt.

It had been so long, the memory of his tongue lapping against your clit and folds. His fingers twisting into your pussy as he drew more nectar to drink. Heat pooled as the memory melted you from the inside out.

“Please.” It was a plea. The depravation of his loving touch combined with heavy drink on an empty stomach an aphrodisiac.

The nibbling on your neck broke away. Deft hands pulling and tugging at clothing till you were bare. Zeke left only in his boxers. He was already pulling your legs over his shoulders raising your hips to his lips. Hot breath drifting across already flushed skin desire making you wet and whimper at even that slight brush.

“Tell me what you need from me, sweetcheeks.” A hand kneading into the plush skin of your thigh and ass.

“Your mouth on me.” You begged.

“Where on you?” his tongue darted out giving a quick lick against your sensitive clit. Making you arch and cry out.

“My clit and pussy!” You moaned tone begging him for relief and release.

“Good love.” He whispered before he attached his mouth to your clit.

The pleasure was instant and electric. Tears sprang to your eyes as he lapped at your folds. Pleasure curling itself like a spiral tighter and tighter. His ministrations bringing your release a breath away. Your hands drifting down to grasp his ash blond hair, his moan vibrating against your entrance making your hips buck and he continued to lap away.

“Please Zeke I’m so close.” Begging for him to keep going.

He growled, slipping two fingers inside twisting them around till he found the right spot and stroked. The combination of his fingers inside and his mouth on your clit was too much. Crying out his name you tumbled over the edge. Bucking wildly as shivers shot up and down your spine like it was a xylophone. He kept licking drinking up each drop of nectar you gave him.

Lowed you against the couch, licking his lips to savor the last of the taste of you before laying a top you. Kissing each breast and licking your nipples before settling down against your chest. Your legs still wrapped around him.

“You feel good baby?” He asked. “I missed touching you like this so much.” His hands skating your sides. Stoking a barely hidden fire. A thought trickled its way inside your head.

“Yes.” You had to approach this with caution. “But I need more, I need to feel you. But only if you want to.”

Zeke sat up eyes wide. Oh but his pupils were blown out with lust. Now if he would be so kind as to blow out your back.

“Do you really mean it? I don't want to… Make you like me.” His eyes trailed your body hugging each curve and dip.

“I think that's only if you bite me.”

“I think that’s werewolves.”

“Look, do you want to fuck me or no?”

“Sweetcheeks I want to rail you until next week. But if you become a wereduck too, I don’t want you to resent me.”

“That's very sweet but you said you would love me even as a worm and I think a wereduck is slightly better than a worm.”

“You make an excellent point.” He said pulling down his boxers.

A drunken thought rose to mind ‘spring sprong here comes the dong’ as the bright blue corkscrew sprang free. Already dripping in precum. Still kneeling between your legs, Zeke pulls your hips up against his thighs. Till your entrance is brushing against his member-exclusive dick.

“Last chance.” Zeke’s fingers teasing apart your folds.

“Hit it.” You confirmed.

He moved slow, letting his tip slip in. Giving you time to adjust to it. Adding another inch as your moans died down. The feels of its twists and turns sliding home felt, well to be blunt like a fantasy dildo you had in box forgotten during your move. Zeke’s whimpering curses brought you back to the moment.

“I’m going to move let me know if it's too much.” You nodded, sighing together at his first experimental thrust.

He groaned, looking down at the place where he performed the twisted magic trick of disappearing part of his body. Pleasure raced down his back and into his ass. He could feel the tension already building up in his balls and prostate.

“Babe I don’t think I can last long.” Gritting the words out as he tries to keep from spilling just at the feel of you surrounding him.

“That ok, I just need to feel you cum.”

Zeke looks down at you, face flushed with lust eyes glassy with it, and only for him. To be loved like this makes him feel complete. He gives in to the animalistic desire to drive his hips deep into you. To have you scream his name and to give you his special duck sauce.

Zeke picks up his pace. The slide of his dick inside as it presses against your cervix only to pull back. Another orgasm is so close you can taste it. You whimper and pant rocking your hips against his frantic for you both to finish together. Zeke is sweating and swearing hair flopping in his face with each thrust.

“Almost there.” You moan out. His hand slips between your legs finding your clit to rub in tight circles.

Its hits you then like a gut punch, rolling over like waves dragging you under. Zeke following at the first flutters of your pussy around him. A moan leaving him as he can feel the pulses of cum race up his dick like a fleshy rollercoaster at its zenith. Till you both are shivering twitching together. Zeke laces his hands in yours pulling you up into his lap, his half-hard cock still snug inside you. Sighs of contentment leaving you both.

“Wait does this mean if you knock me up I'm going to lay eggs?”

“Well, duck.” Zeke cursed.

Final Note..... Honey, I'm so sorry you read this. Also if this seems familiar hello fellow Anigomi Patreon supporter.

#babbling.brook.writing #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #zeke yaeger #zeke x reader #zeke x you #zeke x y/n

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spiteless-xo · 2 years

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╰┈➤ that night. ⋙ Zeke, Reiner, and Porco take you home for a little adult fun.

ft. porco/reader, reiner/reader, zeke/reader cw. explicit content - minors do not interact, fem!reader, foursome - f/m/m/m, smut, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, anal fingering, double penetration, blow jobs, deepthroating, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, multiple sex positions, cum swallowing, unsafe sex, spit roasting, group sex, second person POV an. literally no plot, just smut.

Zeke sits on the couch next to the window, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he looks at you sitting on the bed sandwiched between Reiner and Porco.

You were supposed to be working the closing shift at the bar, heading home for the night after locking up behind your last table. The next thing you knew, the handsome Marlean Warriors invited you to come back to the barracks with them -- how could you say no?

But now, as you watch Zeke’s eyes scan down your body, lingering at the tops of your breasts spilling from your blouse, you’re not sure if this is a good idea.

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lunaekalenda · 2 years

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Hiii I sent in this ask earlier but my app crashed so Im not sure it actually got in so IM SO SORRY if this is my second time requesting this. >.<'' ANYWAY, Ive been in a really bad mindset lately and I was hoping you could do headcannons for Reiner, Porco, and Zeke with and S/O who is super self conscious about their body? Thank you for your time! <3

of course! hope you like it and i'm so sorry for all the waiting! i hope it's good and please let me know if something is stereotyped or offensive and i'll change it asap

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Reiner

makes sure to remind you all the time how beautiful you are. he does it almost unconsciously, praising how you look on your outfit, how soft your skin is and how every single inch of it is made for him to touch, kiss and adore. He insists that, if you're healthy, your body doesn't really matter. He will love you in any way for who you are. The light of his life and his treasure. He's always noticing some behaviors on you that ring his alarm, and he makes sure to pay attention to you and ask you if you're alright, talking about how your behavior changed and why you did that, trying to help as much as he can to avoid anything bad happening to you.

Porco

he knows the long battle with mirrors at home. that's why he leaves post-its for you to read on them every time he sees one at home. colorful papers praying things as "you're beautiful" or "you look nice". He firmly believes that accepting bodies nowadays is way more complicated because of the social media pressure to reach naturally impossible body shapes, and he wants you to stay as far from social media lies as you can. no instagram today, you two are playing a mario kart championship today and the winner gets to choose today's movie for movie night.

Zeke

He seems like the most goofy man of them all, but he deeply cares for you. he's always silently observing you, analyzing your words and behaviors, and entering on a calm dialogue with you so he can understand you better and try to make you feel loved and cared for. the reason behind his actions - behind the desire to help and the worrying, there's love. The biggest he has ever felt for another person, and he won't let the bad feelings win against you. with every kiss, with every hug, he reminds you that you're stronger than all those monsters, and that you're capable to overcome them and love yourself as much as he loves you, and he's gonna stay with you all the way.

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frickingnerd · 1 year

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zeke and you crushing on each other

pairing: zeke von genbu x gn!reader

cw: oblivious idiots in love

it's so obvious to everyone that you and zeke are in love with each other!

except to the two of you…

you're always at each other's side, always laughing together and flirting with each other

yet none of you ever had the guts to ask the other one out

your friends have to witness the two of you flirting with each other daily, yet never get any further than that

zeke often seeks their advice, asking them if they think you could really fall in love with him as well

yet anytime they try to tell him, that you look at him like he's your whole world, he can't seem to believe it

you have always been looking at him this way, haven't you? he figured that's just the way you look at everyone…

you couldn't possibly have been in love with him since the two of you met for the first time, right?

…right?

#xenoblade #xenoblade chronicles #xenoblade chronicles x reader #xenoblade x reader #xenoblade chronicles 2 #zeke von genbu #zeke x reader #zeke x you #zeke x yn #zeke x y/n #zeke von genbu x reader #zeke von genbu x you #zeke von genbu x y/n #x reader #headcanons #fluff #xenoblade zeke #xenoblade zeke x reader

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rubywithecat · 2 years

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Can you do aot boys reaction when y/n caught them starting at them?

Yes"

Aot characters when you caught them starring at you

Eren

You were put into the group with Eren for the mission. You noticed that he frequently stare at you but didn't mind it at first. But then it became uncomfortable so you looked at him back and his face went pink. You smiled him back and he awkwardly laughed. "Why were you starring at me?" you asked and he was like "oh nothing" but connie who is beside him shouted "He thinks you are so pretty y/n!" Eren be like ready to kill him.

Armin

You sat beside him on the cart to going another village. You were just enjoying the scenaries and when you turned your head around you caught Armin starring at you. And he got super embarassed and finally said "You are so cute that I can't avoid to look"

Jean

It was at rainy night and you guys were at tough situation. Trapped in the mission surrounded by titans and trying to figure out how to escape. The breeze blew between your wet hair which makes you looks super attractive. Jean was talking and stopped because of it and just starring at you. You were embarassed coz the teammates are also being like 'oooh' and then jean got back into his scene again and yell to the teammates to focus on the mission where you just laughed at it coz he is so cute being embarassed.

Levi

He was finally relaxing with his tea and you were training your sword. He stares at you from his window as you looks really hot. You whiped your sweat from you forhead and looked up. You caught Levi starring at you and gave teaseful smirk at him. He was pretending not seeing anything but inside he is screaming.

Reiner

It was a free day and you were going out with your friends to the festival. Yes! Your in Marley. You and Reiner were voted to go buy icecream in the crowded line. You sighed and queue in the line. You were complaning about it and someone pushed you from behind as it was so tight in line. You happened to be like hugged Reiner wasit and caught him starring at you already. You were shocked and tried to moved aside but he held you tight and smirked. "Hold on me because you will get hurt if they pushed you more" Such a caring guy!

Zeke

You were talking about how tiring your day was and Zeke didn't reply so you looked at him and caught him starring at you and zooming out in his thought. You yelled "Zeke! Are you even listening?!" And he was like super embarassed and told like "Yeah I am" And you asked him "Then what was I telling?" He can't answer and you were about to shout as he kissed you. "Don't talk. You are so pretty today"

Porco

You both were given to write down the reports after the mission. Other warriors left as they have finished and only you and porco left. You were in rush as you wanted to finish it quick and you felt uncomfortable all of a sudden and looked at Porco who was starring at you. He was caught and looked away quick and continued writing his. After you both done and turning in the papers you teased him "Do I look really good?" And he was like "Pray for it" and rolled his eyes and walked forward. You yelled as you ran to catch up with him "Yahh Porco! You were starring at me!" And he lied "When did I?"

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Hii! Thank you all for reading! Reblogs and likes will be really appreciated and I hope you will enjoy this! <3

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adalz · 1 year

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Lacrymosa - part 6

pairing: Zeke x Reader ー Priest!Zeke x Angel!Reader ー Angel!Levi / Angel!Reader

chapter warnings: mention of violence and blood, mention of death and wounds, mention of war / sacrilege tw, yada yada

world count: 6.4k

a/n: Levi. That's it.

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Someone was calling your name.

Only no one upon these lands could have imitated its distinctive sound. Not in this way. There were only a few people who called you like that. Only one voice calling you with this intonation.

A familiar language that you had once dreamed of hearing on these lands. A voice that had resounded thousands of times on opaline surfaces and in too pristine halls. Now it echoed beyond the treetops, throughout the entire sky. It was calling you. That voice, so warm, so far away. Silver gleams already shining everywhere.

He was coming.

You could feel him, souls trembling from being so far apart.

He was coming, from the depths of the world.

And all you could feel was him, deep in your bones. It was pulling at your insides, like the ocean draining away the waves before a tsunami. Inexorably drawn in, subject to a force too violent, that would engulf everything. You could hear his voice, loud in your head.

He was coming, and as his wings struck the Surface sky, snow started to fall upon forgotten lands.

He was coming, and with him, eternal winter.

Everything he saw, you saw in turn through his eyes. It was as if you were guiding his steps, as if you were the only one who could show him the way, towards the fire, towards the blood-soaked lands, towards destruction. As if you were the only one who could call him to you.

You could see the scenery flash before his eyes. As familiar landscapes appeared before him, you recognized them - you knew them from a dream. You knew them, but not from so high up in the sky. Then, you saw a mountain, you saw a cliff, edged by pines. From above, you saw the path, the one going towards the house. You saw traces of steps, hundreds of them, as engraved in the ground.

Great wings beating hard, shattering the opaque air - everything was denser, darker that you knew. The world was bathed in an acrid smoke, which clung to the eyes and embedded itself inside the lungs. And when his eyes fell upon where the house was supposed to be, there was nothing but a raging fire. There was the shape of a house, there were memories of what it used to be.

And the fire was burning everything. The stone walls had exploded under the weight of the burning old frame, sending huge embers crashing down. There was no floor, there was no roof anymore. Fire devoured everything.

He knew.

He knew it was here that it all took place. He could feel it as well, the pain enfolding, the distress coming from deep within his soul. He stayed there, above the blaze, staring at the flames, before closing his eyes for a moment, trying to focus.

“This way…”

His eyes glanced towards the forest.

Silver wings started beating harder the air all around, making the treetops tremble and blowing the dust off the ground. There was no pain, all movements smooth and natural. Only stinging in his chest, sorrow, devouring and insidious. Only a voice, pulling from inside.

Carefully, he set a foot on the Surface’s grounds. He took a step - and you could feel the dirt under the sole of his feet as if it were you who had walked.

He was not frightened. He was not lost and confused as you once was; he moved forward, head high, wings wide open, invested with a purpose. And perhaps, in his walk, a certain habit emerged, that of treading the dust of the Surface. He started walking towards the forest, through the path of those woods you knew too well. And behind him, the blaze ran out of steam, the scorching flames suddenly feverish. The embers died slowly, devoid of heat. Frost already absorbing everything.

And with him, the world plunged in winter.

Everything was still. Everything was immobile. Yet, there was a thing luring him forward, hasty and restless. A silent cry guiding him towards a familiar soul, towards a missing piece of himself.

And as he walked, the world died quietly.

Through the trees, he passed by the mortals and their torches and their guns. Everything was still. The moment on hold. He passed by them, and their torches went out as he walked. He passed by them, and their bodies collapsed on the ground.

That was the cost for laying eyes on a child of Ymir. That was the cost, for considering spilling their blood. He kept on walking, and as he did, lifeless bodies fell onto the ground, skin cold and death freezing on their lips.

Finally, he stepped into a clearing.

And as he walked upon the Surface, he recognized it, just like you did when you first saw it. A Temple to Ymir. The colonnades were still there but enclosed by walls. It was washed from its vivid colors, stained-glass shattered into a million pieces.

He had always thought they all had been destroyed, all those centuries ago. That none of them still stood on their ground. But it was here, it was real. The last piece of the puzzle. - hidden away and forgotten.

His eyes eventually fell on the shape of a body, lying in the high grass.

It was dressed in black, elongated limbs squeezed into a movement, twisting a body too tall. And only as he got closer, he saw the opaline face framed by light hair.

At the sight of the face, something arose in him. Powerful, too raw for him to contain. It tasted like anger. Like a senseless hatred clouding his own judgment. A mirror to your emotions, mixed with his. It took him a moment to collect himself. To suppress it all.

As he stood there, he observed the mortal, the bloodstains on her untidy clothes. There had been a struggle, her collar had been tugged until it was torn. Her arm was stretched out, a broken wrist, reaching towards something. A little further away was a gun.

It was a cursed soul still throbbing in a broken body.

He closed his eyes. You felt the sigh on his lips as he turned away from her.

And snowflakes crashed against the bruises on her face. Her breath died in the cold.

“This is it,” he thought. This was the cost they had to pay. The sweet liberation of death.

And as he walked closer towards the Temple, the pulling at his chest became stronger, like a pulse, pounding harder with each step.

He abruptly stopped.

All around him, late autumn flowers were stained in red.

Another body laid there, at his feet.

A boy, he saw, his eyes closed, corners still wet from tears - they had marked his face in such a delicate way, wet trails, drawing sinuous paths on his dusty cheeks. Yet the fragility of the moment did not capture what was really on the young face. It was the pain engraved on the features. This was a boy, only a boy.

His white garment was pierced in a single place, right below his heart. From there, life had escaped, in a wake of blood, thick arabesques. A single shot, a fatal wound.

There was nothing there. A fragile life already gone. But there, against his clothes, were feathers.

And so, he knelt beside the boy. Carefully, he brought his hand to the cold face.

He didn’t know what compelled him to do so. He couldn’t fathom why there was such sorrow, why it made him sick to just look at him. Why it angered him so much. As his fingers skimmed over his frozen skin, he took away the grief and the pain from his soul. Freed him. When he finally stood up, his hands were shaking.

Time was ticking away dangerously. The seconds hanging in the hourglass, flowing dangerously to the bottom. His power was waning, quivering on his forgotten land - like a torn fabric, letting the grains of sand of an endless desert creep in. There was no time for grief, no time for mourning. It was here, so close. But there was no one else in the clearing. Yet he knew what he was looking for. He knew you were here.

In the grass, under his feet, stains of blood. Blood everywhere. He followed it, and with each step, the sole of his feet turned scarlet. He walked in the shattered glass, towards the Temple. It had to be there.

The facade was decrepit, the limestone ancient and stained by time. There were a few steps leading to a stoop, dug by the weight of the millions of feet having one day climbed the stairs. He stopped in front of a door that had been left ajar. It creaked as he pushed it open.

A few seconds passed, for his eyes to get used to the darkness. For his mind to capture what was inside. Pews, and dust floating around. An altar lit up by the sky. There was a gaping hole in the ceiling. The light coming from the sky was gray, the pale sun of the Surface hidden by dark clouds.

On the marble floor, footprints led behind the altar.

He took a few steps, his own heart pounding harder than ever.

There, there was a shadow, the shape of bodies tangled together on the floor. Step after step, he walked towards them.

He discerned a mortal man. His back to him, body bent - every bone in his spine showing through his bare skin. It was a vulnerable position, to the slightest blow. His head was low - resting against the body in his arms, and his forearms were covered in blood. His face couldn’t be seen, only the strands of flaxen hair falling on the side of his face. He was holding someone tight, covering their face with one hand, as if trying to stop the blood from running away.

It hurt. It was agony, just to look at the scene. The despair in which he was lost. The preciousness of the one within his arms. How willing he was to give everything away for a fragment of life.

And as he stepped closer, the attraction suddenly snapped within him.

In his arms, there was you.

Finally, you thought - and it echoed in Levi’s mind.

“Finally, I found you,” he said.

“Finally, you came,” you said.

And you watched as he knelt down in front of you.

You watched what he saw. You heard what he thought. That mortal, blood spilling and spreading over his fingers. That impudent man, daring to touch you. That insolent creature, doomed for eternity for having laid his eyes upon you.

But all you could see was a broken man, trying to make sense out of the chaos. A man, trying his best to survive. A little boy turned into a soldier, still believing that life was something to protect. A boy, trying to heal a wounded being. All you could see was Zeke. Zeke holding your dying body in his arms. All you saw was the distress on his face, the tears on his cheeks. Your Zeke, alone in the darkness. Losing everything all over again.

You would have liked to reach out to him, to his body, to his skin. You would have liked to hold him tight, there, against your heart. You would have liked to cry out, to mourn the justice of this world. But you were a mere spectator of the horror, a messenger of a destiny about to collapse, the witness of a last moment. And Levi's hands remained still at his side.

“He never should have touched you,” Levi said, and you couldn’t see his face as he spoke.

All you could see was Zeke.

And if it was not love that you saw, you were the most miserable being in this universe. Because it was in the way he was holding you, so dearly, when there was no hope. It was in that pain, a gaping hole that you could feel resonate everywhere.

When Levi eventually made a movement, his hands came to you. Abruptly, he tore you out of his arms, out of his embrace. Zeke's body remained there, kneeling and broken, as if petrified, while you were already moving away from the warmth of his arms.

He carried you towards the altar, where the light was coming from the sky. There, he could almost feel the wind on his face.

“That’s where I fell,” you murmured in his mind.

“I searched for you everywhere,” he whispered. “I searched in every sea, every ocean, in every bottomless abysses. On every battlefield I went, and among the bodies of dead soldiers, I was looking for you.”

“I waited for you to come. But you never did.”

Through his eyes, you watched as Levi looked at your face, as if for the first time. He looked at the wound. He may have winced. You understood the fire and the blood covered world. You understood that she had aimed at your face.

With the softest caress, he touched your forehead.

And then, like a song played in reverse, he watched as the wound healed by his touch, as the blood flowed in reverse and as your skin closed under his skin, like sand blown by the wind. He waited, for what seemed hundreds of years, until your mind would let go of his.

He felt it giving in. He felt your skin getting warmer under his fingers. He watched as you opened your eyes.

The prettiest eyes he had ever seen.

And when you opened your eyes - heavy, so heavy - Levi was here, before you.

It was him, truly him. His face so real - and the joy of finally remembering washed over you. All the memories came back, as if you had run after them after they had started to evaporate. It was like chasing the birds in the sky, like cupping the butterflies in your hands before they were to flutter too high.

You sighed with ease.

“But you’re here now,” you whispered.

And his eyes, that silver color that always made you feel safe, suddenly closed. Long and dark lashes, drawing shadows on his cheeks.

When he opened his eyes again, they were shining bright. His jet black hair, always carefully tucked behind his ears, were falling on his cheekbones, hiding the sight of him.

“I thought I had lost you.”

You didn't let go of him while he told you, you had to hold him, always, never letting him go. He stayed like that. He talked. He talked, talked to himself. You listened attentively to a somewhat incoherent monologue, without importance. As for you, you listened to his memory starting up, apprehending hollow forms that made sense only for him, if you considered the memories ones to the others - like a game with lost rules.

You had waited for this for so long. So long, to hear the sound of his voice, the sweet ricochet of your names on his tongue. He said it again, and again and again, to make sure that it was true. That it was real. That you were real.

It was real.

All of this was real. And it hit you, like a slap across the face. That it was all real, that outside, there was nothing but blood under the snow-covered world.

Your eyes suddenly snapped back towards Zeke. There, his body still in the darkness, frozen in time.

Before you could say a word, Levi mumbled against your shoulder, “Let’s go home.”

Home.

You had dreamt of those words. You had dreamt of it.

There had been so many sleepless nights. So many questions, so much anguish. What if no one ever comes? What if they all forgot about me too?

But then had come the truth. The sacred texts and the strange beliefs. Then came affection and warmth. And with that truth, came peace.

It was impossible. You could not leave everything there, not like that. Not yet.

“I can’t,” you said.

Levi’s head jerked up, to stare at your face.

“What?” His face was stoic, only the furrow of his forehead betrayed his thoughts.

“I can’t go back, after being here for so long.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No, Levi, I can’t.”

Suddenly, Levi stood straight. For a moment, you looked into each other's eyes.

“What do you mean?” he asked, and his eyes were fixed in yours, looking for a sign, for an explanation. The weight of the words hard to grasp. “Is it because of me? Is it because I couldn’t find you?”

And you wanted to tell him it was all right, that it was not his fault. But that would have been a lie. If he had come sooner, things would have been different, perhaps. If you had known the truth, all along, things wouldn’t have been the same. It was not his fault, neither was it yours. It was just the world you were born in.

Carefully stroking the side of his face, you said, “I can’t leave him there.”

And with these words, you slowly parted from his body. You walked around the altar, in this moment suspended between those two worlds. You knelt down in front of the man that had held you, the one that had kept you alive. The one that swore to protect you.

Zeke’s face was imbued with such great despair. His sweet face, stained with blood and loss. And you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms, for eternity. To make sure he was safe, and that life was treating him fairly. That those wounds he had suffered wouldn’t kill him. That nobody would hurt him more than he already was.

“I can’t leave him like that,” you whispered.

Selfishly, you would have thought that he would understand. Surely, he would understand. Surely there was hope. You looked up at Levi.

But his eyes were shining with something dark. All these emotions on his face, they were all new.

He had stood up from where he was. He took a step. And as he walked, his face lowered dangerously. Snowflakes slid slowly behind him, across the ceiling.

“What did he do to you?” And his words were nothing but a deep whisper. A warning.

You stayed there, knees against the cold stone, in this Temple forgotten by time.

Some part of you wanted to rush towards him, to grab his hands. Words formed on your lips, around your tongue, excuses, only excuses - trying in vain to find something to say. Something to make him understand, quickly, something to erase that look of pure disgust. Something to bring him back to you. Something to make sure he was the same, and you were the same, and nothing had to change. Anything.

Nothing but the truth came out of your mouth.

“He saved me. He saved me when no one else did.”

He was getting closer, eyes dark. Inside your chest, you felt your heart for the first time in forever, pounding too hard.

“I gave him everything I had because he was the sole reason I was alive. Because he was torn and fragile and he showed me love like no one else ever did-...”

One syllable, filled with rage. It echoed everywhere. A beast’s roar. He yelled, a single word. In denial.

At that very moment, you thought “So it’s all true.”

Not only Zeke had been right. Humanity was.

Because you saw something in his eyes. Something so violent, so sharp, you felt it piercing through your heart. You saw it all, glimpses of things you would have never imagined running upon his face. He was looking straight through you, and all you could see was it - the violence of his stare.

So you led in, caught Zeke’s body, brought him against your chest. Your hands tightened around his shoulders as you looked back at Levi.

But before you were nothing but these silver eyes. Gleaming back at you, casting a gloom over the world all around. In his back, glorious wings, stretched open, so wide, wider than you could even remember. Taking all the space between those walls. Hiding away the sunlight.

Those wings, taking him places you could never have imagined. Always, always shining so bright. But the truth was covered in blood.

Humanity had been right all along. Their stories might have been different from the ones you’d been taught, but they were right. All you knew was nothing but fabricated lies.

It was true, yet very violent to fathom. But as you stood there, kneeling in front of this man, you suddenly understood.

What they meant, all this time.

That Levi was the Angel of death.

It was a stranger standing before you. It was a threat; it was an enemy. All that you could see was death in his eyes. It was hatred and disgust. And you never really knew him.

You never really knew anyone. Because they kept on lying and lying and lying to you, about the Surface and the world and Mankind. You weren’t even sure that you could fly nor that the pristine halls of Paradis ever existed.

Seconds went by, and you were nothing but a mere child under his stare. You could have cried, pleaded, and begged, but did none of it. You felt sick in your stomach. On the verge of dying.

It was as if you had forgotten how to breathe. As if your own life was running through your fingers. As if he knew everything, every fragment of your soul and your deepest desires. And under his stare, there was nothing, nothing, you could do. Those eyes you remembered so full of affection were long gone. Standing before you, a man you’d never seen before. There was so much to ask, so much to confront, the contradictions and the lies. But you were quick to realize, at this moment, that the Goddess never made gentle children.

All of you were sinners, as your once humanity cursed you to be.

Savage brothers and sisters.

Five words echoed in the Temple. Through his gritted teeth, spitted out like venom, he pronounced five words, enough to ground you back into the world.

“I will slice his throat.”

And there was no such thing as pity in his eyes. His jaw was set, the joints of his fingers going white around the grip of a blade - a weapon you suddenly remembered him wielding. Long and sharp, beveled blade. Holy weapons, called to their bearer side by their will only, granted by the Goddess Herself to Her children.

It all came back to you. The day of the attack. What happened before the fall.

You remembered coming out of a stupor when the first blow sounded against the doors, echoing in the empty and quiet halls. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of them, so massive, your spear in your hands.

You remembered fighting with your own weapon. Sharper and deadlier than an arrow. Piercing the flesh, nailing the bodies to the ground. All of it, so vividly, the blows knocking them down. It was something you knew how to do. It was something engraved within you.

In your back, wings started fluttering painlessly. You raised your head to him, ignoring the blurred world all around you. And instead of the shaking words you thought you'd pronounce, there was a raging shout.

“Then I’ll kill you.”

His wings began to beat, blowing the dust and flakes into your face. But instead of keeping your head down in front of him, in front of his power and strength, you stood up, Zeke's body heavy in your arms. There, right up against you. Where nothing could ever take him away.

“I'll bleed you with my own hands on those cursed grounds if you take one more step.”

Levi was staring at you, his disgusted eyes everywhere on you, glaring at the man in your arms. He took another step.

You imagined it, his blade slicing Zeke’s throat. His life over forever, and being the one responsible for it. Not fighting for what you wanted, for what you deemed right, was out of question.

“I said stop!”

And it was more than a shout this time. It almost took you aback, the sheer force of it, the vibrant and unbreakable words.

An inexorable command to which every being would yield.

And Levi stopped dead in his tracks. The beating of his wings suddenly lagged, bringing to a halt the storm around you. Immobile in turn, in this in-between plan of the universe which seemed to be his alone.

Every muscle on his face was twitching, betraying an anger so great that his forced stillness couldn't contain. He was fighting it, trying to break free from you. Struggling to even speak. In his hand, the blade of his weapon was trembling imperceptibly under the pressure of his fingers.

But you were no match before him. He was pure strength and determination, and you knew that whatever prevented him from hurling himself at you, would soon break. At any moment, the imposed balance would shatter. At any moment, he would win the fight. Soon, he would be on you, deadly blade slicing loved fleshes.

And you, you had to remember how to fight. You had to remember how to use the weapon the Goddess once gave you. You just had to call it.

You looked down at Zeke in your arms, his face still, his sorrow engraved behind his closed eyelids. There was no surrender. There was no acceptable ending where you were to leave him. There was just no path where you didn’t live to love him. You weren't giving up on him.

Slowly, in your mind, you remembered the touch of it, the touch of your fingers against the wooden handle. That weapon of yours, light and piercing. A spear like no other. You remembered yourself, your childish hands turned towards the Goddess, in which She had placed a weapon too big, too heavy. Too deadly. You remembered the naturalness of its throw, the extension of your arm. You remembered the bodies collapsing under its whistle, the sharp, vivid rip in the air.

You could almost feel it in your hand. Its weight, its sensation. It was almost there, crawling under the skin of your hand.

You tried, you really tried. You thought you could do it.

But nothing came when you called.

Your eyes snapped open at Levi’s voice breaking the silence.

“You don’t know what you’ve done.”

At your side, your hand remained empty.

And there was no reasoning with him. You could read it all upon his face. He had already tipped over somewhere unreachable, abandoned to panic and disgust. Fighting to get the upper hand - trying to break whatever compelled him to remain immobile.

What you had done, no one could ever understand. Not even him. That love he once had for you - was not for the one standing before him, brave and desirous. It was for the child you used to be, lost and drowsy by eternity. What you had done could be drowned by excuses, but would never be enough for him to understand.

“I lived,” you answered him, and it all came out like a river in spate, “I tried to live! And you are not allowed to blame me for it. I wanted all the things I thought I never needed, all the things of which I had been deprived. I only wanted my life back, that’s all I ever did. I denied it all for so long, but I had to fall, didn’t I? I guess I had to fall, to find my place among the ashes.”

His face twisted into a wince, his whole body shaking with rage. “You let this swine corrupt you,” he snapped back at you. “For what? For the fleeting feeling of being alive? You let him touch you, you let him-…"

"You don't know a hundredth of what we've done! You don't know anything!”

“Oh, but I know everything! I know what you have done, you idiot!”

“Why does it matter to you? You all thought I was dead! Would have it been better if I were dead?”

“Our fleshes are sacred! Ymir made us who we are so we could watch over this world, not to get our hands dirty with it!”

“And yet she let it rot!” you shouted, and as you spoke, you held Zeke’s body tighter. “She let her own children die and suffer in wars so old they forgot why they even fought in the first place. You think because she saved a handful of us, thousands of years ago, she is a fair ruler?”

“Look outside! Look at what they did to you! They are the ones to blame for all of this.”

“Are they really?”

Were they really to blame, while abandoned by the goddess for millennia, they had to rebuild a world gone up in smoke, growing up upon lands stained by blood. This hatred, like a heritage of a godless people, was not making any sense.

Yet everything had emanated from her.

Ymir, the Mother of all things, was the starting point of everything; the world’s creator, its protector and its only Goddess.

But she had chosen to destroy it, while Mankind, jealous of her eternity and power, had defiled the ground of Paradis. She was the one who had cursed them, who had turned the verdurous lands of her own world upside down and made the oceans spit fire. She was the one who had torn the sky from the surface, promising forever to watch her children kill each other on once fertile lands.

She was the one who taught you how to fear and how to hate. She was the one who showed you how to kill. She had been the one responsible for destroying everything, and eventually - for cursing them.

“Do you think the diluted hatred in their blood is truly theirs? Can’t you see that this,” and you waved at the world around you, at the ruins of this temple, at the corpses in the grass, at the smoke in the sky, “is not our legacy?

“This is the cost they have to pay.” The gravel of his voice. Everywhere. Embroidering under your skin.

“And I refuse to stand there as she keeps on murdering the children of her children. I refuse to remain silent in the face of her atrocity.”

A grimace of pain flashed on his face as he said, “She made you who you are. She gave Her own life to have you live.”

“And how many did she make you take?” you spitted. “How much did it cost you?”

His face fell. For the first time, he looked at you in disbelief.

Because he knew that you weren’t supposed to know. He knew those heavy secrets kept away from you. And that his mere purpose in this world was one of them.

“How-...”

“Would it be easier? Tell me, Angel of death, would it be easier to hide it?”

“Don’t call me that, you don’t know-...”

“What else must I know to understand? Don’t you dare tell me about this goddess of ours. Don’t you dare tell me she has been fair to you.”

“I accepted my duties. I didn’t do it to help Her. I did it to survive.”

“Or else what?” And you watched, you watched as he stood there, looking for an answer, looking for the words that would sound right.

You would never have known, never, all the power that truth contained, how it could turn the game around, until you held it in the palm of your hand.

“She would have gotten rid of you, Levi. Like she got rid of me.”

“No.”

“She would have made your wings wither and exiled you to the end of the world, where the bloodthirst of Mankind is as great as on the first day of the Holy Wars. She would have ripped away your memories and stifled your cries for help.”

“This is not what happened.”

You were here for a reason. Because she knew that no one would ever come here, as all of you had forgotten about this place. Because this was nothing but a punishment. The only one of her children who did not know how to fly, fallen from Paradis.

“What happened then? Has she not shaped this world with her own hands? What could have happened for a goddess to forget about her own child? So tell me, Levi. What was her purpose? How could the master of all things have failed in her duties without ever alarming us?”

You straighten yourself up, spreading your feet below your hips as you adjust Zeke’s weight in your arms. In your back, wings shrugged, waiting for an answer that never came.

“She’s tired of this world,” you said, slowly, “bored of her creation. There is no blood anymore, no prayers, no mourners pleading her name. Mankind has evolved. They kill themselves with weapons she could never have given them.

Can't you see that she is no longer amused? She doesn't need it anymore. She created mankind for her pleasure, for her own pure enjoyment. And while the gods never get bored, she got bored with the suffering of her playthings.

She’s trying to get rid of it. She enslaved her most powerful children, sending them to kill themselves in cruel and aimless labor - while the useless ones she abandons to the edge of the world. She turned the most powerful of them all into an obedient little soldier, while the rest of us went numb in hollowness. This is only the beginning - it takes time to erase and start again. The only purpose she has been pursuing was to get rid of this world. And whether you like it or not, we are part of it.”

And right as you spoke, the balance broke.

Except it was not because he fought back, because his power had broken the weight of the order. It was because he surrendered.

He flinched back.

Behind you, all around you, the deafening sound of something shattering sounded. It was coming from the sky, from deep within the earth. Your eyes snapped toward the gaping hole in the ceiling, and from there, you could see immense cracks tearing the gray sky.

“There is no time left,” Levi said, and your eyes snapped back at him. He sounded so flat, as if none of it was affecting him anymore.

It was about to break. This quiet word you were all plunged in. Soon, the winter was to be over.

“Just let me go,” you said in a whisper, voice suddenly quivering.

His eyes were turned towards the destroyed ceiling. He wasn't looking at you anymore, anger and disgust gone. On his face, only deception could be seen. And as he spoke, his eyes remained fixed towards the gray sky.

“I won’t leave you here.”

“You can leave us here, you can forget about me!”

But he was not listening anymore. He was not fighting back.

“Come home with me,” he said.

“It’s not home. It never was.,”

“Stop it. Please,” he said, and his eyes fell to the ground between the two of you. Something in his voice was urgent. And in his back, his silver wings resumed their flutter.

“I’m begging you, just leave me here,” you were shaking your head. You were pleading.

He took a step forward.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can!” you shouted. Zeke’s body was tight against your chest, the warm scent of his life against your skin, “Just leave me here, as if you had never found me!”

His wings flared out.

It was like witnessing the return of spring, the moist heat rising to your cheeks, the world suddenly overflowing, full of scents, too much heat. It was like watching the world regain its colors, after being plunged in the dark for so long.

Only it was terrifying. It was the last grain of sand in the hourglass, about to be swallowed down. It was not a rebirth of any kind. It was the return of something that meant the end. It was the bodies outside that would finally die, where the winter had taken everything. It was the end.

He didn’t answer, sweeping a cold stare across your face. So heavy of meaning, the disappointment palpable. Under it, you slightly flinched, its weight more meaningful than a thousand words.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

And suddenly everything around you was pitch black. All that was to be seen were his two silver eyes. Transfixed on you.

You felt it coming, dryness drawing on your eyes.

Everything was dark, and he was everywhere, silver eyes shining so intensely that you couldn't take your eyes off, a too brutal attraction. It was like being dragged against your will into lands too far away to ever imagine. A rapture that meant the end. You were not to blink or it was over.

Don’t close your eyes.

In your arms, Zeke made a movement. His body was coming back to life, warm and clammy.

You felt him regain consciousness. Then, you heard the sweet sound of his voice. A mumble, his weight adjusting, trying to straighten up. You felt his hand, sliding down your shoulder. He called for you, his voice exhausted. He whispered “love?" against your neck.

And yet you could not take your eyes off death.

When you leaned in, grabbing his face with one of your hands, your eyes couldn't avert the unyielding silver colored eyes. He was getting closer. It was too late.

"Listen to me, Zeke. Listen to me carefully."

Not yet. Don’t blink.

You tried to resist, but all of it, it was too strong, swallowing you whole, towards unescapable halls. There was nothing, nothing you could do.

“You have to swear,” you said, voice broken, echoing faintly, “Swear that you will keep your eyes closed.”

Or it’s all over.

Before you, only the blade of his eyes. There, so close, inevitable. Already engulfing everything. And it hurt, hurt so sharply, eyes burning from resisting, from standing up against him.

You would have liked so badly, one last time, to see the blue of his eyes, the tempestuous color of the ocean. To lose yourself in their vastness.

There was no ending of your story where you were to leave him.

“What you will see will only kill you.”

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