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This Feeling In Summer

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

Warning: Language, implied sexual content, abuse, violence: this book will explore topics of abuse further down the line please don’t read if you’re a minor. Also I originally wrote this as a Natsu x Lucy book for Fairytail but I kept it and now it’s an Eren fic. So if y’all saw it on wattpad SHOUT OUT TO U!

Rating: M

SYNOPSIS: -> Y/N L/N wasn't always the most well behaved girl. She got into trouble plenty of times and was constantly on her fathers mind. As a dirt bike racer she plans on going pro but when she makes a big mistake, her father leaves her one choice. Spend the summer with her grandparents with no social media or technology far away from her friends and boyfriend.

Eren Jaeger, a 21 year old pro dirt bike racer who visits Houston Texas for the summer when his grandparents get sick. But when the girl next door catches his attention he cant help but wonder her name.

Can Eren help Y/N pull her life together or will she return back to her old ways and blow it all?

Chapter One: I’m a mess (and I’m gonna blow it all)

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“Y/N L/N don’t you dare!”

“Fuck you!”

“Put the trophy down, damn it!”

The sound of yelling and screaming fill the trailer as voices echo and bounce off the walls, your blotchy red cheeks and hot salty tears blurr your vision. Stinging and aching as you rub them hard, your father holds his arms up in defense as you throw your third place trophy against the wall behind him. Smashing the golden plastic to bits, a golden female racer falls off the tip and rolls under the counter.

You reach out behind you to grab your motocross helmet off the shelf, the sound of old first place metals clattering onto the ground. Your pictures lay shattered against the floor as the helmet hurdles straight for the door. Denting the metallic entrance.

“Fuck!” You scream, crying out and screaming to the dark abyss of the night. Another tournament, but this time you weren’t coming home with a first place trophy and a happy trainer. No, instead, you have a third place shattered trophy, a dented helmet, a messed up dirt bike, and all you could do was scream. Y/N L/N the daughter of Erwin Smith the owner of Titans Motocross Race Tracks partnered with Levi Ackerman, was caught in third place. Motherless you were as you stood up for nights on end since the age of five riding your dirt bike, or at least till you could master turns. Your mother never supported your father's decision to put her eldest daughter in motocross back then.

In fact she was so against it that the time she birthed your baby sister Gabi the two agreed to have her in a more feminine sport.

Of course before the death of your mother, she knew you would one day break. You were competitive, impulsive, a control freak, a perfectionist. Of course you had friends in the titan team, but they were just friends. On the track they were competition.

But everyone understood that, Sasha and Mikasa knew that.

But that still wouldn’t stop you from poking fun at your friends.

But when it came to Aubrey Kelper; oh it’s on. That girl was known for being dirty on the track and off the track.

“You wanna make a scene? Fine by me, you wanna keep racing and go pro? Keep acting like that and I’ll cut that contract right up.” Your father threatened. His stern glare battling with your E/C ones as you battle silently.

Your breath hitches, the dirt and dust on the tip of your nose and cheeks reflect the bloochy tinted skin beneath your sun burn, skin burning from the tears.

You stay silent, your face moving towards the direction your helmet sat. Walking over to it and grabbing it. “Now go shower, I’ll drive the trailer back home. Did you make sure you have all your stuff?” Erwin arches a brow taking a look behind his daughter, his keys jingling in his hands as he tosses them around. He was referring to the bike and gear, “The bikes trashed, I need to bring it into the shop, see if they could maybe fix it up for me again. If not, I gotta get a new bike by next week, tomorrow I won't be able to ride.”

Your father sighs in frustration before going to grab his cowboy hat off the top of his head. “Y/N, I’m really trying here. You need-”

“Yeah yeah yeah, try harder. You tell me every fucking day, I’m not the daughter you wanted me to be I get it.” You snap your head towards him, glaring. In your head, you always believed the reason your parents put Gabi in a much more feminine sport like gymnastics, ballet, and figure skating was to keep her away from being like You. Yes, you had the grades, the beauty, skill and talent. But your father wasn’t always so pleased when you hung out with her current boyfriend, Floch, who also happens to be a Dirtbike for Marley Race Tracks Motorsports.

And, of course your tracks didn’t really collide well with their group of racers. Never did, never will.

But it also didn’t collide well with your father, “You listen up here young lady, I don’t know where this little attitude of yours is coming from. But I don’t like the way you’re speaking to me. So if you don’t wanna be grounded this summer I suggest you keep that smart mouth of yours shut. Now go pick up this mess, and go shower. I’ll go check the back to see if everything is ready to go.” He sneers, walking passed you and slamming the door shut causing you to jump.

A small tear of frustration escaped the corner of your. eyes, mascara smudging underneath your eyes slightly. Turning your body to face the bathroom, you walk in to see your dusty nose and piercing red eyes. Your phone in hand from the counter top she looks at the chipped screen, a picture of you and Floch appears as the wallpaper on the screen. A photo of the two of you your father definitely wouldn’t approve of if he were to happen to see. Levi, who also happened to just be an Uncle figure to you already lectured your ear off when he peered at your phone once. And that was something you simply don't wanna repeat, the photo is of you bent over his bathroom counter - his hand pressed hard against the small of your back as you slightly arch your butt to his pelvis. He smiles so wide as your freshly manicured fingers cover your face partially.

Though the two of you never did anything like what your friends have done. Or what your father thinks the two of you do when you’re alone, the closest you have ever gotten was in his pool last summer. Floch has certainly went for it. Especially when you were pressed hard into the side of the pool, you legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your father walked in… a memory you want to delete forever. You look straight at yourself in the mirror in front, wiping away the tears. The more you tried the more times you got hurt. There will always be competitions, they will always get harder. You knew that. But what you didn’t know was that your father loved you more than anything.

Even when it seemed like he hated you.

And he’d do anything to save you from the path you were walking down, even if he had to send you away…

Three nights later:

“Shhh! Mikasa! Sasha! You both are gonna get me caught!” You say, struggling to get out your bedroom window, your feet dangling on the right side of the house. Sasha presses her palms against her mouth, as Mikasa facepalms. “You fucking idiot,” she curses as you continue to struggle.

“Just let go!” Sasha whispers, containing her laughter, “Are you kidding? I’m not falling!” You whine, you attempt to gain better leverage but it’s no use. The flower beds would be crushed and you’re father would definitely hear your seeing as you were dangling outside of his window. “You should’ve just went through the front door!” Mikasa scolds you, taking a picture to capture the memory. You give her a slumped look, annoyed, “Sorry,” She apologizes.

You decide to finally let go of the railing, falling into the flower beds tipping over the pots.

The two burst out into laughter, “Come on we’re gonna be late for the party!“ Sasha whines, jogging to pick you up, Mikasa runs to start the car. “Don’t turn on the lights, dad will see!”

Sasha lifts you up and pats down your jeans, the both of you run and throw open the passenger door. Climbing into the car and pressing the gas.

The party is full, crowded, and bumping. Music blaring from the outside as cans of beer and bottles litter the lawn. People smoke on the porch couch and there are two people passed out. But you, Mikasa, and Sasha walk by them and straight into the open house. Body sweat and weed filling your nose, afraid the smell will stick onto you even though you showered. Sasha leaves to find Nicollo, Mikasa holds your hand and leaves you into the living room.

“Hey! Where’s Floch?!” You yell over the blasting music, Mikasa shrugs and let’s go of your hand. “Go find him! I’ll be around, I might go hang with Sasha and her boyfriend!” She exclaims, whipping her black hair over her shoulders. You nod and make your wait upstairs, fishing into your back pocket and dialing his number.

In two rings he picks up, “Babe! Are you here?”

“Yeah,” you say walking down the hall heading to his room, “Are you in your room?”

“Yeah spilt some beer on me, come in, we can go in the pool after.”

You walk closer to his door and turn open the knob, his brown hair covering his eyes as he turns back to look at you. His room covered in racing trophies, photos, autographs, and track signs. You smile at him, closing the door behind you. He opens his arms out, his legs open wide for you to get close. Your body makes it way between his legs, his arms wrap around your waist and his face lays on your stomach. “I missed you,” He says, “Does dad know you’re here? I highly doubt that old man knows.”

You smack the back of his head lightly, “Watch it.”

He chuckles, “Sorry,” his face digs into your stomach. You run your hands through his hair smoothing out the peices that stuck out. Floch has been your boyfriend since freshman year of High School. He was all you knew and your friends sometimes said you deserved better, he in your eyes, was doing the best he could. You loved him. You love him. But, that doesn’t erase the times he’s cheated on you, the times he’s maybe ripped you out his car by your hair and let you walk alone at night, the times he’s cussed you out only inches away when you swore if Mikasa wasn’t there he’d hit you. That is why Erwin Smith, hated Floch, not because he was dating you. But the way he treated you, the fight that broke out at you home in front of Gabi was terrifying, you planned a dinner so maybe your father and him could establish at least a civil bond. But instead the mashed potatoes were thrown, the dining room table was flipped over, glasses were shattered and Floch was kicked out of your house by the hem of his shirt.

He was a terrible boyfriend.

But you don’t see that.

He pulls you in tighter leaving small kisses on your naval, you feel your phone erupt in messages and calls but Floch just slithers his hand to your back pocket and throws the phone to the other end of the room. “You like the party? Even better than my last one.”

You scoff, “Whyd you even throw one after what happened last time?”

“School ends tomorrow, babe. Summer is just getting started.” He smirks, pulling you down on top of him. You feel the mattress between your fingers, you’re straddling his hips, your crotch on his pelvis as he grinds against you. “You and me, all summer long baby.” He smiles, the friction between your thighs intensifying with each thrust. You grind back down, his hard just pocking through the fabric of his jeans.

“We can’t do this here..” You moan as he pulls himself up to meet your neck, peppering small kisses on your skin, biting and marking.

“You never want to do it.” He groans as you slide off of him, you don’t want to tell him that you just don’t feel ready to do it with him. You extend your hand to him, pulling him up from the bed. He kisses your forehead, and grabs you by the neck, his fingers tightening on the sides as he pulls you in. “I love you, you know that?”

You nod.

“You’re mine right? You know your mine.”

You nod again.

You spend the night, drinking, smoking with Floch and jumping into the pool. Your hairs a mess and your mascara is smeared all on your bottom lid. Flochs arm is draped over your shoulders pouring beer into your mouth when Mikasa and Sasha come running to you. They yank you away, leading you into the bathroom. Mikasa quickly rushes to place eye drops in your heavy red eyes, and Sasha cleans your smeared makeup, patting down your hair. Confused, you push off their pestering hands. Scolding them, “What the hell! What’s up with you guys-“

“Your dad is outside!” Sasha yells, cleaning you up and spraying perfume on your chest - spirtzing all over your body. An electric shock waves over you, and panic settles down in the pit of you stomach. “Oh shit-“

You run out and head straight upstairs to Floches room, picking your thrown phone from off the floor. Your eyes widening at the amount of notifications.

Six missed calls from Hitch

Ten missed calls, three voicemails, and 26 texts from Sasha

Ten texts from Mikasa

Two missed calls from Levi

Ten texts from Hange

And 56 text, 23 voicemails, and 52 missed calls from Dad.

Your heart pounds against your rib cage, fear settling in the bottom of your stomach. Your father is outside, most likely with Levi. And you are gonna be the laughingstock of the school, of the track. Nobody will ever let that down. Sasha and Mikasa storm in the room, “Your dads asking for you! He’s inside, what do we do!”

Before you can answer; a tall broad figure stands behind them, a brooding glare from him as he looks down at you. Sasha and Mikasa jump, moving aside. His longs strides and loud boots clank against the wooden floor boards. His blond hair disheveled from sleep. He’s still in pajamas, he’s only got a pair of boots on. You look up at him, “H-Hey daddy..”

“Let’s go. You’re done.”

He pulls you by the arm, throwing you in the back of his truck. Swinging the door closed behind you, noticing another figure in the passenger seat, you see Levi staring down at you. He tschs, “It’s too early for this, you know.” He mutters, crossing his arms. Your father opens his door and climbings in the drivers seat, pressing the gas immediately, leaving the party behind.

Embarrassment settles in as your Father shoots you a glare through the rear view mirror. His eyes making eye contact with you for a spilt second, he doesn’t utter a word. Not even when he drops Levi back home and not when you make it up your driveway. He just pulls his key out roughly, and throws his seatbelt over his shoulder - opening the car door harshly and ignoring you.

You step out of the car sheepishly, walking like a wounded dog up the porch stairs. “Dad I-“

He silences you with a deep glare; “Don’t speak.” He unlocks the front door and disarms the alarm system. You walk behind him and shut the door closed, ready for hell to fall. He turns around, “Do you have any idea what time it is?! The sacrifices I have done for you, to make sure your safe. You could be in a ditch, you could be hurt. And you expect me to stay asleep, let you throw your life and future away- Is.. Is that weed I smell? And beer on your shirt!?” Erwin throws his hands up in anger, “I don’t know what to do with you anymore! Do you not understand i’m fighting everyday to keep you in this sport! This career! This is a family sport - if you fuck up you’ll never race again they won’t let you on the track! What more do I have to do!?” He yells, you wince, his yelling was rare.

You notice Gabi, 10 years old, at the top of the staircase. Tiredly rubbing her eyes as she watches the argument unfold. Erwin tells her to go to bed.

“That’s it, I’m gonna rip up your contract.” He reaches in to his brief case on the kitchen counter, and pulls out a piece of paper. A copy of your signed contract, he holds the paper with his fingers in a tearable fashion. “You don’t have what it takes-“

You throw your hands up, “Wait no! Stop- I’m sorry! Please just don’t rip it up!” You plead, watching intently at his hands. He looks up at you, eyes painted in disappointment before he sets down the paper. “Go to your room. Now.”

You nod your head, placing your hands down on your side.

“And give me your phone, your motorcycle keys, ipad, your laptop and one last thing.” He says sternly, demanding the items in question. You turn around from the second step of the staircase, anger from the embarrassment earlier bubbles in your stomach. You throw yourself around, facing him. “What?! What else do you want-“

“Pack your bags.”

You’re left speechless.

“You’re spending the summer in Houston, hope you can last two months without that boy..” He glares at your frame. You stand in shock, anger spilling over, as you storm upstairs. “Fuck you!” You spat.

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Authors Note: Wow, you made it to the end of chapter one! Congratulations! I hope you enjoyed, I’m so excited for this fic. Cant wait to introduce hot cowboy dirtbike racer eren!!! Tag list is open, tell me your thoughts! Inbox me ideas i’m open!

#eren jaeger x reader angst #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger fanfiction #eren yeager x reader #aot eren jaeger #eren jaeger fanfic #eren x reader #eren smut #snk eren #eren aot

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The Cupid Project

Summary | You’re a single mom with one very talkative and intrusive daughter. She will not sleep until she meddeled her way into getting you a husband. Her newest target? Her kindergarten teacher- Eren Jaeger

Wordcount | 12K (I’m so sorry omg)

Pairing | Eren x Reader

Notes | DILF vibes Eren, Cabin Eren, MILF reader hehe, language, anxiety, absentee father, Modern AU, THIS IS A LONG ONE, SO MUCH PINING, literally as slow burn as a oneshot can be, SFW, so much fluff, making out, mentions of one night stands

The 21st century is a lawless land when it comes to dating. Most people use dating apps. They spend hours sifting through their best photos from over the years- then they spend another hour trying to sell themselves in a tiny little 500 character limited bio. Some people go the organic way choosing to pry on singles at a bar, cafe, or even the watercooler at their office. If you’re old-school you may turn to the personal ads in the newspaper. There may be some hidden gems amongst the serial killers who still post in the newspaper. Seriously though. Newspaper dating ads? Redflag.

There are tons of options out there! But the most unusual you may wonder? Getting your five-year-old daughter to set you up.

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This Feeling In Summer

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

Rating: M

Can Eren help Y/N pull her life together or will she return back to her old ways and blow it all?

Chapter One: I’m a mess (and I’m gonna blow it all)

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“Y/N L/N don’t you dare!”

“Fuck you!”

“Put the trophy down, damn it!”

In fact she was so against it that the time she birthed your baby sister Gabi the two agreed to have her in a more feminine sport.

But everyone understood that, Sasha and Mikasa knew that.

But that still wouldn’t stop you from poking fun at your friends.

But when it came to Aubrey Kelper; oh it’s on. That girl was known for being dirty on the track and off the track.

Your breath hitches, the dirt and dust on the tip of your nose and cheeks reflect the bloochy tinted skin beneath your sun burn, skin burning from the tears.

Your father sighs in frustration before going to grab his cowboy hat off the top of his head. “Y/N, I’m really trying here. You need-”

And, of course your tracks didn’t really collide well with their group of racers. Never did, never will.

Even when it seemed like he hated you.

And he’d do anything to save you from the path you were walking down, even if he had to send you away…

Three nights later:

You decide to finally let go of the railing, falling into the flower beds tipping over the pots.

The two burst out into laughter, “Come on we’re gonna be late for the party!“ Sasha whines, jogging to pick you up, Mikasa runs to start the car. “Don’t turn on the lights, dad will see!”

Sasha lifts you up and pats down your jeans, the both of you run and throw open the passenger door. Climbing into the car and pressing the gas.

“Hey! Where’s Floch?!” You yell over the blasting music, Mikasa shrugs and let’s go of your hand. “Go find him! I’ll be around, I might go hang with Sasha and her boyfriend!�� She exclaims, whipping her black hair over her shoulders. You nod and make your wait upstairs, fishing into your back pocket and dialing his number.

In two rings he picks up, “Babe! Are you here?”

“Yeah,” you say walking down the hall heading to his room, “Are you in your room?”

“Yeah spilt some beer on me, come in, we can go in the pool after.”

You smack the back of his head lightly, “Watch it.”

He was a terrible boyfriend.

But you don’t see that.

You scoff, “Whyd you even throw one after what happened last time?”

“We can’t do this here..” You moan as he pulls himself up to meet your neck, peppering small kisses on your skin, biting and marking.

You nod.

“You’re mine right? You know your mine.”

You nod again.

You run out and head straight upstairs to Floches room, picking your thrown phone from off the floor. Your eyes widening at the amount of notifications.

Six missed calls from Hitch

Ten missed calls, three voicemails, and 26 texts from Sasha

Ten texts from Mikasa

Two missed calls from Levi

Ten texts from Hange

And 56 text, 23 voicemails, and 52 missed calls from Dad.

“Let’s go. You’re done.”

You step out of the car sheepishly, walking like a wounded dog up the porch stairs. “Dad I-“

You notice Gabi, 10 years old, at the top of the staircase. Tiredly rubbing her eyes as she watches the argument unfold. Erwin tells her to go to bed.

You nod your head, placing your hands down on your side.

“Pack your bags.”

You’re left speechless.

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Dear readers of Dragon Kings Queen,

I’m very sad to announce this but The Dragon Kings Queen will be placed on hiatus and possibly canceled due to me just wanting to write oneshots and side stories and create new series’s while also focusing on other projects.

I’m so sorry everyone I simply kinda lost my thought process on where this book was going and I don’t have to drive to write it, i find it so exhausting when I do and just so dreadful. I’m working on a few new stories but I just wanted to let you all know. I was thinking about remaking it seeing as I wasn’t happy but I personally don’t think the writing was my best. I can do so much better and it just feels like any other story you can find - mediocre and just there.

I have a new collection coming up in apologies for not making a halloween or christmas series. I’m very excited to share it with you, also be expecting more AOT as well.

I’m so sorry everyone - Nani

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wish i could be like the cool ao3 writers but instead im here and i suck

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Dear readers of Dragon Kings Queen,

I have a new collection coming up in apologies for not making a halloween or christmas series. I’m very excited to share it with you, also be expecting more AOT as well.

I’m so sorry everyone - Nani

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Loving him was red

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

Rating: T

Warning: ANGST, heavy angst, implied sex, death of multiple characters. Characters at 18. Based off the song Red by taylor swift.

Loving him was red…

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Loving him was heart glasses and chocolate covered strawberries on the beach, laying between his legs, his soft hum as he sang along to a taylor swift song, “This is my favorite song,” he said as he sang along to Red.

Loving him was like a taylor swift song..

Loving him was kissing in the lake on a summer night watching all the fireworks blow up in the dead of the night, his grip on you tightening as the both of you floated in the cool water inhaling each other’s scents.

Loving him was running into his arms after a tough game, the Titans making their way to victory as their star QB is offered another scholarship. Kissing his sweaty cheeks and giggling when Jean and Connie gag while respectively hugging their significant others.

Loving him was humming and writing the lyrics to a taylor swift song on the back of your closet door while hanging up pictures of you and Eren from those summer nights.

Loving him was holding onto each others sweaty bodies as you both come down from the high only the two of you could make each other feel.

Loving him was cleaning his bloodied knuckles after defending you at Jeans party because some asshole kept calling you Jaegers bitch. Kissing each individual knuckle as he seethes in pain. But he doesn’t care, he loved you nonetheless and a fight to defend you was worth it.

Loving him was sneaking him in through your bedroom window, giggling as he kisses your neck ever so softly. His hand creeping up to your mouth just to keep you down so the two of you don’t get caught watching Marvel Movies.

Loving him was opening college acceptance letters together and celebrating how the two of you got in with respective scholarships.

Loving him was shoving your toes in his face while he’s driving, annoying him till he play bites you. Laughing when you yell at him for biting your pinky toe.

Loving him was crying in his arms after a heated argument, forgiving eachother instantly, apologizing for raising your voices at one another.

Loving him was cheering him on from the stands beside his parents in his football hoodie, calling out, “Go Jaeger! Whooo!”

Loving him was holding him tightly in your arms one last time, so and completely unaware of the tragedy up ahead. So completely in love, so utterly in love. “I love you,” you say into his shoulder, shutting your eyes tightly. Tugging him closer to you he grins, “I love you more, I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” he said while entering his car with his friends, only dropping by to give you a wet sloppy kiss. You smile, “Till tomorrow.”

But tomorrow never came.

Loving him was wishing he drove safe home after celebrating the championship with his teammates.

Loving him was rewatching all the videos, skimming through all the photos late at night and crying yourself to sleep. Because hearing his voice is the only way you can sleep.

Loving him was laying a fresh bouquet of flowers at his locker, pictures of him, Jean, Connie and Armin all litter the hallways. As crying students and faculty members preached safe driving.

Loving him was nearly collapsing at his funeral just because you were just so exhausted..

Loving him was kissing his old helmet and wearing his jersey at the memorial.

Loving him was crying alongside Annie, Mikasa and Sasha cursing at the drunk driver who just seemly had to go home that same exact night not calling for an uber.

Loving him was tearing down the wall of pictures you had made with him in anger, screaming how if he just would’ve listened to you and stayed home, all them just stay home that night. Crying as you selfishly rip up the last physical thing you had left from Jaeger.

Loving him was staying up late taping up each photo back together, sobbing how stupid you were.

Loving him is growing up.. and walking the stage with his picture in you locket and shaking hands with Principal Erwin while you received your diploma.

Loving him was moving his tassel for him, the picture of him on a empty seat beside you. Handing him his diploma with tears in your eyes.

Loving him was sitting at his grave, washing his stone delicately, talking about the new boy you met when you were off to college. Telling him about how badly you missed him and how hard it is to still move on, a bird perches up on his stone when you ask if he thinks Porco is a good person and you smile as the bird whistles. “I think so too…”

Loving him is blasting that exact same taylor swift song in your car, holding hands with your boyfriend Porco Galliard, the cans of paint in the back seat of your car clank together.

“Forgetting him was like tryin' know somebody you never met.. But loving him was red” Porco says, his hand on his hips with a paint brush in his left. “Hey, babe? What’s this in the back of your closet?” he points to the scribbled blue lyrics decorated with hearts all around, the initials E+Y/I, in the center of a red heart. You stand up, patting your hands on your knees and wiping off the sweat on your brow. “Oh that,” you smile, “Those are taylor swift lyrics. I used to love her album Red.”

“Do you want me to paint over it? Theres some tape marks on the wall, but if it means something to you I can just not paint over it.”

Memories flood your brain, his laugh, his voice, you can almost hear it. “It’s okay, Y/N.” A chill runs down your back, a bird perching on your window.

You nod your head, “It’s okay, you can paint over it. I’ll always remember them anyways.”

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Names I found for the baby Dragons!! I can't wait to meet them🥺🥰

1. Ryujin (aka Ryu-o) is the dragon king, sea god, and master of serpents in Japanese mythology.

2. Ryu or Tatsu is the Japanese term for dragons.

3. Raijin is the Plasma Dragon.

OMG I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE YALL WE GOTTA WINNER

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The Dragon Kings Queen

Pairing: Dragon King!Bakugou x Queen!Reader

Rating: M

Warning: This is part nine, I’d like to point out be aware: 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐠𝗼𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐭𝐜. Please don’t read if you are not comfortable with it, and if you’re under the age of 18+ I will give a warning when it becomes NSFW but at the moment it’s SFW. Today’s chapter does include gore, death, killing, hunting, sickness, etc.

Synopsis: ➪ When the word marriage crossed your mind, you believed you’d marry someone you loved. Not this brute of a King. So here you are standing at the end on an altar, pushing away the urge to run and fight. Possibly start a new life, instead of being dragged into a loveless marriage. But for the sake of your people... They say he’s not what rumors make him out to be, but how can you believe that when his eyes burn into yours; just as fiery as before. How could you, ever love someone as barbaric as him…

- chapter nine: journey to the outskirts -

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You groan lowly, the bumpy gravel road keeps you awake. Earlier you had decided if Bakugou wasn't going to speak to you, you might as well as take a small nap. You intended on personally meeting every solider on the outskirts.

But the nap you wanted didn't look like it was going to happen either so instead you tap your face lightly, in hope to brighten up you tired eyes. Bakugou's arms are crossed tightly across his chest, torches light the dirt path; he arches a brow. "We're here."

The carriage stops and Bakugou quickly opens the door, you follow in suit, allowing his hands to wrap around your waist and bring you gently down to the ground. Dusting off your dress you greet the soldiers at the entrance with a firm handshake, "Queen Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you two, your service to the kingdom have not gone unnoticed." You smile, the two guardsmen look at you in awe as if no one has ever acknowledged their existence.

"The pleasure is ours your Majesty."

A soft grunt comes from your husband, his hand reaches out for yours and he gently ushers you inside. Two men follow behind you as security, as you enter the camp you notice three fires, soldiers surround each site with handfuls of beer and some even with dinner plates. A mess hall is beside what appears to be the medical tent, and other tents surround the tree line. You assume they are the living quarters.

They all wore what appeared to be dragon scaled clothing, thick and heavy, their swords either stacked in the weaponry bay or by their sides. The outskirts was homely to the soldiers. You walk along side Bakugou, "The commander will show you your tent." He says sternly, motioning towards a man who you assume in the commander.

"Good evening, my Queen. I'll show you where you can rest for the night, it'll be just right this way-"

"We won't be staying the night together?" You interrupt turning towards Bakugou. The heals of your boots dig into the dirt below you, arching a brow. Bakugou is taken aback, his words fumble into incoherent sentences. "I mean," you clear your throat, "We are married after all. I do not need to be treated with priority, nor separated. We will sleep in the same tent."

Words stumble out the soldiers mouth, he peers over to Katsuki. His king, nodding along with you.

"We'll sleep in the same tent, leave us." He demands, dismissing the escort.

The tent was beautifully decorated with velvet and leather, a large king bed in the center and lightly let candles. Turning towards Bakugou you let out a content sigh, "Thank you, for agreeing with me. It will look much better on our part of we play the part that we are united together." He nods, the first time he's agreed with you twice in a row you mentally cheer to yourself. He walks towards a glass pitcher, pouring himself a glass of water, he grabs a crystal cup; tilting it towards you, subconsciously asking if you'd like a pour.

Your hands clasp together in front of you.

Nodding.

You watch as he chugs the glass, messily wiping his lips and pouring more water into the same cup before handing it towards you. "Drink." He says. Out of the same cup? Hesitantly, you reach out for the glass. Taking small sips of the room temperature water.

He watched you, watching how your hand clasp around the glass as you lift it gently to your lips.

"We will ride soon, Kirishima is out with the eggs and they are ready for hatching. Tonight, you will officially be the Queen of Dragons, they will be at your command. It's traditional that you give them names,"

You look up towards his towering frame, "Will you be there?"

He nods, "By your side the entire way, you'll be safe they won't bite."

"How do you know? What if they don't like me-"

"They will-"

"How do you know-"

"Because I like you."

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The blush on your cheeks doesn't lighten. Not one bit, not even after when it's been an hour. You have been settling in the tent, moving pieces and organizing your outfits. Bakugou watching as you fold a piece of leather into a drawer.

You feel his eyes burn into the back of your skull, small shivers running down your back.

"I thought you didn't like me..."

"What makes you say that?"

You shrug, "Oh, I don't know maybe the fact you ignore me from time to time, stated this marriage was just for your convenience.. just small things."

Katsuki rolls his eyes, "You've earned my respect, that is all." He stands to head out the front of the tent, he stops before exiting. "You were a good decision." What did he mean by that, you had no clue... but you've earned his respect ...

***

Time passes quickly before you are fetched to go see the dragons, they were brought by carriage and unclothed by a blanket, Kirishima smiles brightly at you. "The plan was to bring you to the mountain... but some trouble occurred." He says sheepishly.

Nodding in understand, you smile back at him. "Kirishima is great to see you again,"

"Great to see you, Y/N."

Katsuki moves beside you, grabbing onto your hand and squeezing it lightly. Leading you towards the carriage, uncovered eggs, each decorated with intricate patterns and colors; one was a light blue with soft silver green and purple patterns.

The second was a red color, with gold patches.

And the third was a coral color, green and pink silver splashed all around it. You turn your head towards Katsuki, wondering what to do. He looks down at you, and then back at the sky. “Our last dragon… the one my mother raised since her coronation. She passed away recently, she laid these eggs and specifically stated you take care of them. There is a ritual to hatch these eggs, when night falls you will be the mother of the dragons. The last remaining eggs.”

Your eyes widen, “Another ritual?” Already terrorized from the last, you simply can’t handle another. This round you know exactly what the ritual is, you’ve read countless of books upon it. A fire will be set, surrounding the eggs and you are expected to walk into it. You scoff, “Does this involve me walking into fire by any chance?”

Katsuki kisses his teeth, “Just a little, don’t worry you won’t burn.”

“That’s not how fire works-“

“That’s how the dragons fire for their mother works.”

Authors Note: Hey guys, short chapter but i’m back! So excited for the next this chapter was just made to fill some stuff in for the next, chapter ten has bakugou and Y/N moments and the dragons! Any name suggestions is welcomed, but this story is such a slow burn but we’re getting there!!!

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